It was just dawn.

However, the busy sounds came from the Fishman Hotel in Chenhai Town, and the cylindrical smoke from the chimney lingered in the morning mist.

Indigenous adventurers were preparing their luggage, and the guards on the streets outside were walking around in armor. The sound of horse hooves and wheels were clattering, and one group of merchants set out on the road to Arabia.

Shire didn't go offline all night, and when the sound of rooster crowing came from the town, he packed up his martial arts books and luggage.

He first coated a wool coat in his pure gold armor, and thick gloves and pants on his hands and thighs.

The second step is to wrap the body with a heavy cloak and cover the head with a linen wind hood. This is the standard cold protection suit. In the strength saving throw against cold weather, the character can get a +5 environmental bonus.

Finally, the picture frame covered with black cloth was tied tightly to a large travel backpack with a hemp rope. Charles carried the backpack and did not feel much weight on his shoulders.

After all, there were only some simple travel clothes in his backpack, and he threw all the valuables in the inventory. [Magic Painting] cannot be put into the inventory, otherwise there would be no need to be so troublesome.

After changing into a cold-proof outfit, all the priest's profession characteristics were covered up. Unless someone used detective magic on Charles, or he took the initiative to show the wooden holy emblem, it would be difficult for the indigenous people and players to know his profession template.

The fallen paladin who would not leave last night may be on the road to Arabia from Chenhai Town. Of course, Charles did not want to be stuck by him, so there was an annoying follower on the journey, so changing clothes was imperative.

The hotel helps York deliver breakfast.

After filling his stomach, Charles walked out of the hotel and went to the market in Chenhai Town. He spent 200 gold coins to buy a light war horse from the horse vendor.

The war horse was already covered with saddles, and Charles specially selected a gentle one, so that even if he did not select the "riding" skill, he could barely ride a war horse and gallop in the wilderness, without being worried all day long, afraid that he could not control the horse and fell down and died inexplicably.

Da da da da da.

Sitting on the horse's back, my vision suddenly became wider.

Shire could only walk slowly in the town. About ten minutes later, he had just followed a merchant group to the northern suburbs of the town, and suddenly pulled the reins, slammed the horse whip, and galloped away on the avenue.

Shenhe Bridge.

A paladin sat on a heavy war horse, holding a long sword, standing on the slope not far from the entrance of the bridge, staring at the players and adventurers crossing the bridge with a serious expression.

To be honest, Tyro also felt that his behavior was a bit like waiting for the rabbit. He didn't know what the dark holy object was, he only knew that the owner was a Level 6 priest player and the player's name.

“…Shar?”

Tailor read out the ID name displayed in the battle data record last night, and then felt a little overwhelmed.

The name of this ID is very ordinary. He used the search function to add friends to query it. In the entire "Dawn", dozens of results emerged instantly, including three or four priests with the same name.

Only by querying can you get more detailed things such as name, occupation, level, location, and power organization, and there is no way to know. This is also the reason why Tyro is worried.

Pick.

A crisp sound of horse hooves came from the Shenhe Bridge. Tyro looked up and then withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

A human was lying on the light war horse, and the big backpack behind him fell along with the war horse.

It seems that the outfit is just an indigenous traveler. This kind of cold-proof suit, which is too low, has never been worn by players. There are better quality and more beautiful clothes without attributes, so why choose low-end products?

Then the paladin missed the target like this.

Charle was riding a war horse, and most of his mind was focused on driving the war horse, and he did not notice that the fallen holy warrior was guarding the last night not far from the exit of the Pingqiao.

After crossing the bridge, the towering and ancient Arabe city had appeared on the horizon. However, Charles drove his war horses straight towards the western suburbs of Arabe. The rolling mountains at the far end of the sky appeared in the clouds.

The mountain tip is covered with snow.

That's the end of the Storm Horn Mountains.

...

Meanwhile, in the main city of Arabia, another hunter missed his goal.

Shadow Assassin Anta walks between the lower areas of Arabia.

The lower area of ​​the metropolis is synonymous with dirty and chaos, including goblins, orc neighborhoods, cemeteries, prisons, shantytowns, slave areas and slums, etc.

Some cities also have underground areas, which may be abandoned sewers or mines, building ruins, caves and forgotten catacombs. Black-gangs and criminals often gather in these places.

Anta found an abandoned estate.

Two strong men with sharp eyes standing at the door of the manor stared at Anta with bad expressions and said in a deep voice: "Get out, stinky brat!"

"This is the residence of the 'Fist of Revenge'!"

"Go ahead a step forward and your life will be here!"

"Um?"

Anta's face, which was covered by the hood, suddenly turned cold and hummed, and the figure disappeared from the spot. Then when the next moment appeared, the daggers stretched out from the sleeves of his left and right hands were each placed on the necks of the two strong men.

The dagger's cold light flowed, stained with blood. The two strong men were frightened and their bodies were stiff.

The elite black-gang thug with 10 warrior levels had no room for resistance in the hands of the shadow assassin. If Anta wanted to kill, the two strong men were undoubtedly two corpses.

"Take me to see Black Fist." Anta pulled back his dagger and said in a cold voice, and at the same time, a silver church medal engraved with green light appeared.

"This is……"

When the two strong men saw the silver medal, they shivered and quickly brought Anta into the depths of the manor.

A burly and tall black gang leader with his upper body, wearing a hood, met Anta.

"Shadow Assassin?"

Black Fist saw the wanderer's advanced profession, narrowed his eyes, and glanced across the silver medal in his hand, and then asked in a deep voice: "What will the church need my help?"

"Find someone."

Anta had no extra nonsense and threw a white gem over.

After Black Fist took the gem and activated it with the swift command, a clear phantom floated out of the gem.

This man was wearing a priest's robe and looked pretty. The light steel shield on his left glove and the shackle on his right hand were not ordinary. But the one who surprised the Black Fist was still the Phantom's identity as the Holy Originator.

"Saintly Come?" Black Fist said incrediblely.

"Yes." Anta nodded coldly, "Take a gem and go to the artist to copy the portrait of this holy copyist, make it into albums, and distribute it to his subordinates, and ask them to go to the city gate to guard it, and then dig the ground three feet into the city to search."

"Report the target once it is discovered and don't disturb him."

"Can."

Black Fist didn't ask much about the reason. This is a task above the church, just perform it.

Arabe's biggest black gang's "Revenge Fist" is the sub-power supported by the "Resurrection Holy Society". If the superiors are not satisfied with him, they can change people at any time. Black gang knows this.

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