Three days later.

When news of Tivanton's resurrection spread throughout the imperial capital Susal, and even in Arabia in the north, a one-armed priest wearing a white priest's robe was leading his horse into this thousand-year-old metropolis.

Since the founding of Cormier, Arabia has always been a powerful pass on the northern land, firmly resisting the impact of the orcs of the Storm Horn Mountains for the forest kingdom.

The Orcs and Goblin War decades ago was the only time that Arabean fell, but the female lord Millman took on the responsibility of the family. With a shout, he summoned a large number of troops and adventurers, regained the territory in just one night attack, and killed the orc shaman at that time.

The current Arabia can be divided into two parts: the old city and the new city.

The new city was built by Milman after regaining his territory, while the old city was slightly renovated and renovated based on the post-war ruins.

The one-armed priest happened to enter the old city area from the old city gate and walked along the way with his horse. The streets were as winding and narrow as alleys. The sides of the street were either filled with goods or clothes were lanterns. The people passing by were all dressed in ordinary cotton and linen clothes. The price of the whole set of clothes was probably only about 1 silver coin, which was very cheap.

There is no doubt that the old town of Arabia has become the lower part of the metropolis.

It is normal to think about it. The city hall, the lord's mansion, the temple of the gods and the trade unions moved there decades ago when the new city was just built. The new city became a power center, and the upper class, colleges and high-end shops naturally clustered there.

However, even in the old city, the streets were much cleaner than other small cities, and there was no horse manure everywhere. Some houses were painted with decorative color paint. Among them, a few houses were even as high as four or five floors. The laughter of children playing on the spacious roofs came from the children.

"Bang"

The priest was leading the horse around to observe the city. A drunk man holding a bottle of ale suddenly walked out of the corner of the street in front and staggered into his arms.

"You..." The pastor was about to push away the indigenous drunk man, but suddenly felt something. He raised his eyebrows and stretched out his right hand to grab the drunk man's arm.

"Click" twisted.

The arm that was touching the priest's wallet was folded in half. The drunk man let out a pig-killing scream, trying to break free from the priest's grasp. However, the drunk man was frightened to find that the power of the one-armed priest was terrible, and his right palm was tightly wrapped around him like an iron plier, without moving at all.

Passers-by around him all looked curious about this scene, but did not come to watch it.

"Haha, this unlucky Mike actually dares to pickpocket a pastor..."

"Do you really think that if you join a gang, you can be lawless?

Some people who knew the drunkard burst into laughter. The drunkard was obviously pretended to be a thief who knew a little bit of life, but even an advanced thief would basically not attack the priest or monk who perceived attributes to the master point. This is purely a way out for death.

More than 20 extraordinary perception attributes are not decorations.

Although Aboriginal thieves can steal money and items from players, and countless players have been miserably hit since the start of the test. But this does not include Shire. It is true that since he took office as a pastor, he has seen a thief with eyes tentacles on him for the first time.

Charles glanced at the thief coldly, and a push came from his right arm. The struggling thief screamed and collided on the alley wall, slipping softly to the ground.

When dealing with a thief who has not yet obtained the official profession level, his 15-point power attribute is completely crushing.

Without looking at the thief, the one-armed priest continued to walk through the old city with a light war horse.

The thief couldn't stand up for a long time.

After a while, no one will pay attention to the thief who is lying under the corner.

"Damn..." Mike struggled to sit up and leaned against the corner of the wall, covering his dislocated right arm, his face covered with sweat, and a strong look of horror in his eyes.

"A disabled priest is so powerful, and the priest is indeed the natural enemy of the thief." Mike moved his right arm a little, and hissed and flew the air conditioner.

Wait, that pastor seems to be a little familiar with his appearance...

Mike, who was pumping the air conditioner, suddenly ignored his right arm in a strange way. He reached into his arms and took out a small cloth bag, and took out a portrait of parchment paper that was neatly folded and flawed with the edges and corners. His palms trembled and hurriedly unfolded.

A beautiful pastor described it as a vivid pastor.

This is a full body image, not just a portrait. McCha slightly recalled the previous details and found that the one-armed priest just now was not only in height, appearance and outfit, but also in line with the image on the drawing paper.

Although it was just an unexpected encounter, Mike was still very confident about his memory. A qualified thief must learn to recognize people and things.

A very talented thief can still remember everything he sees, and can even judge his identity from the other party's behavior and clothing, and then choose whether to start.

"It's this person!"

Mike's breath suddenly became hot.

After half a month, all the gangsters almost turned Arabe over and over again several times in order to find such a Holy Land priest. When Mike thought of the treasure chest brought out by the leader, he completely forgot the pain and bent his body and ran on the street.

Shire did not leave the old town.

He specially found a mid-range hotel near the new city, with a good security environment and a good hotel environment, stored his own war horses, and enjoyed a delicious meal with Arabic flavor in the ground floor lobby.

After a full meal, Charles did not return to the room immediately, but sat in his seat, quietly listening to the bard's singing and collecting information from the conversations of other guests.

Charles did not forget that after the stone lord Lombroso woke up, he and the female lord walked on the night of the lizard swamp under the moonlight.

Finally, she used the "Medal of Honor of the Royal Mage Association" to trick a big plot mission line. The female lord understood the meaning at that time. She had to clean up the ghosts and ghosts in Arabia before going to war with the orcs, so that she could mobilize the army to fight with peace of mind without worrying about when the fire broke out in the rear.

What are ghosts?

This attack will be wider. It can be a criminal gang or an evil organization. In short, large groups that can threaten urban stability must either be closely monitored or resolutely eliminated.

He felt that Milman wanted players to lead the way, and there was a bit of a differentiation and contradiction in it.

Everyone knows that the Holy Adventist is a group of gods' favors, but now this group of people is still very weak overall and cannot threaten the churches and urban trade unions of the gods.

The fight against ghosts and ghosts is led by players, and the Raul family is hidden behind. In this way, please comfort the temple, the union and the upper class more, so that they don’t think about it at this sensitive moment, and tell the group of guys that the Lord’s Mansion is just cleaning up a small number of people.

Gangs, criminal gangs and evil organizations are basically gathered in the lower urban areas.

The lower area was in chaos and the foreign population was large, which naturally breeded the soil for crime. Charles decided to stay in the old city, just to ask for more information, and then go to the Mage Tower to meet Millman. When the other party asked for advice, he would not be at a loss.

In the lobby, the bard sings the glorious deeds of the lords of the Raul family.

Most of the hotel guests were foreign merchants, and there were also a large number of adventurers. Not long after sitting, Charles heard a table of people talking like this:

"Damn it, the evildoers of the 'Revenge Fist', I really hope the Lord's Mansion can clean up them!"

A businessman with a relatively young appearance slapped the table and cursed.

Several businessmen at the same table seemed to know what the young businessman had experienced, and showed sympathy and comforted him: "The old city is almost controlled by them, and the merchant group will be detained 20% of the goods as soon as they come in... If they are not given..."

Speaking of this, the merchant shivered and lowered his voice: "You know that the corpses that appeared in the old city recently were all peeled and covered with honey, hung on a long pole, crawling with ants and bees... Among them is the corpse of a friend of mine."

These small businessmen have no money to hire a group of guards, so being oppressed by gangs is naturally in a difficult situation.

"Skinned corpse?"

Charles thought about something.

"Skinning" is almost a taboo word related to the evil church. If a skinned corpse appears, it will alarm the city guards no matter how you say it, but the "Fist of Revenge" has survived to this point and has not been banned by the official. There is definitely something wrong with it!

"Fist of Revenge." Shir silently slapped the name.

He got up and prepared to go upstairs.

But at this time, a riot suddenly came from outside the hotel.

Bang!

The waitress at the hotel who was about to see what was going on outside was pushed away by a burly man strode in and hit the pillar a few meters away from a distance, curled up on the ground and sobbed in pain.

"Where is that pastor?"

The burly man was wearing his upper body, and was covered with a black cloth hood above his neck, revealing only his eyes, nostrils and mouth.

He was wearing leather pants and brown boots, and his bronze skin was covered with scars of all sizes, which naturally revealed a fierce temperament.

"Black Fist!!"

A timid businessman screamed in a burst of voice.

"The leader of the Fist of Revenge?" The adventurers in the lobby also looked at each other with awe. They often walked in the old city and had long heard of the name of this fierce god.

This is a model level professional!

Deadly Iron Fist!

It is completely rude, and can only use empty hands to break the enemy's hands and feet, or even cut the enemy in the waist. Even if you hold a weapon against the Deadly Iron Fist, there is no room for you to use. They will rely on their body flexibility and agility to avoid weapon attacks and grapple counterattacks!

Perhaps only when their opponent is about to be twisted off their necks will they realize what kind of professional who is proficient in bare-handed martial arts.

It can be said that the Deadly Iron Fist is a group of advanced monks who have abandoned discipline and faith, who will use force to seize whatever they need.

"It's that person!"

"That pastor, he sat there!"

The thief Mike followed Black Fist and entered the hotel. At first glance, he saw the Broken Arm Priest sitting in the corner. (To be continued...)

ps: The first update is presented.

Chapter 127: Deadly Iron Fist:
Chapter completed!