Chapter 254 – 253 – Eagle Eyes and Ghost Hands Perfectly Matched for “Huo Zheng Quite Good”

Chapter 254 253. Eagle Eyes + Ghost Hand = Perfect Match – For Brother “Huo Zhenggao” [320].

Dorothy and Heru, the two NPCs were naturally quite professional, they used quick and concise phrases to communicate with each other, especially Mage Heru, his very rhythmic instructions and point reporting showed that it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

It was said that this kind of infiltration combat method was initially developed by the Tower of the Ring, and under the refinement of ten years of war, it had already formed a fairly mature model, and Mrs. Adele naturally had to try out this kind of “new method of warfare” after she took over the Blood Rats Gang.

So far, the effect is very good.

Only the cooperation between Smokey and Tooth is more or less a problem.

But this problem is not in this mode of action or the two corresponding skills, small players have not eaten pork is also seen pigs running, special operations, everyone is familiar with.

The two sides do not work well together purely because the tooth is a social terrorism, and smoke sang is a chatterbox.

These two people together with that difficult since needless to say.

Now has infiltrated into the jackal people camp in the mission of the frost teeth of the claws to face not only from the jackals and their domesticated bloodthirsty hyenas threat, but also to withstand the smoke Sang in the spiritual level to bring him “flirty words bombardment” of the pressure.

Especially when Smokey described the details of the “bug” that he had stuck out in vivid color, Frostbite’s Claw really wanted to give up the mission right now, and then rushed out to beat up that chattering guy!
It wasn’t that he didn’t like to hear about the things that men liked, but this wasn’t the fucking time!

Dude is surrounded by tens of thousands of jackals, one wrong step and you’re ga, can you guys not add to my stress at this point?
“We’re at the first checkpoint! It’s 200 paces in front of you, there’s a tent with debris piled up in it, it’s good for burying positioning crystals. But you have to be careful, there are barbarians on coyotes patrolling around.

The time interval is around 5-10 minutes.”

Smoke Sang, the chatterbox, was still a bit uninterested, but he was still reliable when it was time to get down to business, and he cautiously reminded:
“The design of this copy is a bit interesting, on the surface it looks chaotic, but in reality the jackals have placed patrol soldiers in each area.

They’ve been following a fixed route, if we’re going to raid this copy when the time comes, these are the equivalent of ‘patrolling monsters’, I’m now very skeptical that this copy must have some kind of ‘special mechanism’, otherwise this terrifying number of monsters alone would be enough to make people to have a seizure.

Our players are all Super Saiyans and I don’t think we can handle this many Jackals.

See the directions I gave you?

It’s right in front!”

“Entering, wait a moment.”

Tooth returned briefly, and Smoke Sand’s side immediately alerted:
“Stop! Wait for a while, a group of patrols have turned around words, you can proceed to the Black Iron Trial, right? I see that there are quite a lot of elites in this copy, why don’t we find you a good one to deal with later?”

“No way! It will leave traces.”

Tooth was a bit impressed.

After all, his personality that didn’t like to show his face wasn’t very fond of participating in Fight Club activities, but the elites in the wilderness were pretty much cleared out by that group of roll kings from the other small players, causing his quests to stay stuck here, but his reasoning from a thief made him quickly squash the idea.

Smoke Sang but his own companion’s over-cautiousness was a bit unimpressed as he reminded:
“Since just now, I’ve seen more than once that there are many jackals fighting in the camp, those barbarians don’t care at all, it seems that this is their tradition. So all you have to do is disguise the murder scene decently and no one will notice.”

“Then wait until we finish the mission! You keep an eye on it for me.”

Frost Tooth’s Claw replied back, and Smoke Sang’s side also went into “energy saving mode” and quieted down.

A few minutes later, as Tooth pulled out a small shovel and started burying the locator crystals handmade by Mrs. Tris in the debris hut, he fixed his Eagle’s Eye view to conduct a wide range of locator scouting for the stalker.

While the two guys worked in tandem, Lady Dorothy had moved into another area deep within the large camp, where few jackals had set foot, but a circle of seclusion had indeed been cleared out.

A few wolfsbane vampires could still be seen walking around in the darkness disguised as human bandits. Dorothy then stopped and stayed by the blessing of the Mother of Midnight to wait for Heru’s further reconnaissance.

As a full-fledged scouting psychic from the Tower of the Ring’s Banke, Heru had no say in this aspect of professional skills.

His Eagle’s Eye spell was much more advanced than Smoke Sang’s primary spell, and not only could he see the whole picture, but he could even perform the operation of “pulling the angle of view” in order to complete the subtle detection and make invisible markings.

“There are 17 Wolfsbane Vampires in the camp, all of them are of Black Iron rank and have a powerful aura, they should be the elite of the faction, in addition to an unknown number of blood servants. But these guys have to follow human biology and most of them will be asleep by now.

What you’re looking for should be in the innermost tent.

The good news is that there’s no one there not even guards, the bad news is that I can’t be sure when the owner of this place will be back so you’ll have to get in and out fast!”

Mage Heru’s voice floated in Dorothy’s ear as he warned:
“Lady Adele emphasized that the one who rules the Wolfsbane Vampires is a faction leader, that means he’s a Silver rank at the very least, and if he shows up at an inopportune time then I’d say that your actions tonight are probably a nine out of ten.”

“Shut up! Say something auspicious.”

Dorothy chortled.

She adjusted her breathing, drawing on the Mother of Midnight’s love of vampires to gather more shadows around her body, and then began to move swiftly.

In fact, when it came to the Midnight Thief business, choosing the Blood Vulture Clan to join wasn’t the right career direction.

In the vampire seven clans, the real Midnight’s love of the darkness of the leader of the walkers are basically from the thorns of the clan, the blood vulture in the field of covert action can only be said to be the vampire of the middle of the upper level.

But the good news is that Murphy’s Scarlet Fortress is in a special situation.

There was Earl Andre of the White Mountains permanently stationed here, and His Excellency Andre, who had been running his own network, was more than happy to pass on some of Clan Thorn’s specialized skills to his fellow fae.

Right now was a good time to test the skills of these Thorn Nightwalkers.

Dorothy slipped into the Wolfsbane Vampire’s camp at a rather light pace, with the help of the Thorn Clan’s special powder that completely obscured her scent and even left no trace of smell, and with the help of Heru, she entered the core area of the camp like a ghost, and then began to search for the information she needed from one tent to another, and finally found the latter’s notebooks in Corando’s tent with no problem.

The guy really wasn’t a proper vampire!
What decent person would keep the habit of writing a diary every day, huh?
Although she didn’t know where the faction leader of the Wolfsbane clan was right now, Dorothy knew she had to act immediately now.

She reached out and held the Operational Pearl in her hand in preparation for the psychic image recording, but as she was about to open the journal, another voice, not belonging to the Heru Mage, suddenly sounded in her head, startling her.

“Don’t move! There’s something on the pages.”

“???”

Dorothy was taken aback.

Luckily, the Section-born Stalker’s hands were steady enough that she didn’t immediately open the diary, and then she discerned that the voice belonged to Mrs. Adele.

It appeared that their group had been watched by a more senior commander for the entire operation.

“There are three strands of hair in the seams of the diary, if you move it you will surely be detected, make a note of their location take them out and put them back in after reading them.”

Count Andre’s calm voice, feigning maturity, also sounded in Dorothy’s ears along with the vibrations of the arithmetic beads, as an outstanding member of the Thorn Clan, he knew all about these “thief-proofing” tricks.

Under his guidance, Dorothy’s movements became more gentle.

In a short time, the three hair strands in the notebook were removed with tweezers, and then the heavy notebook was opened, and Dorothy didn’t even look at the content, but just flipped through it page by page according to a fixed rhythm.

Through the records of the Spiritual Energy Treasure Pearl, all of these things could be brought back and then slowly studied afterward.

“Dorothy! Prepare to exit! Someone is coming back, they are approaching the camp, the leader should be none other than Corando!”

Mage Heru’s voice would take on a hint of nervousness this time, but Ms. Dorothy, who used to have a big grin on her face, showed amazing composure and calmness at this moment.

As if she didn’t even hear Heru’s prompting, her hand turning the pages of the book as if with special effects didn’t shake at all, completing the record in accordance with the rhythm and then using tweezers to put the three strands of hair back to where they were before, and even had to be quite professional in eliminating all the traces that she had left in the tent.

Almost in time, she slipped out of the tent seconds before Corandor walked in.

“That was fucking exciting!”

Dorothy, who had escaped the camp by running wildly through the shadows all the way out, let out a long breath, and only then did her hands begin to shake.

“I’ve heard you were a member of the Explorer’s Guild before? I think you chose the wrong profession, you should have joined the Thieves Guild instead.”

Earl Whitehill’s appreciation rang out along with the arithmetic treasure beads, and he didn’t hide his admiration for Dorothy, saying:
“Do you need me to write you a letter of recommendation? You know, the Thorn Clan is one of the first members of the Thieves Guild.”

“Of course, I’ll take two copies, and one for my disciple as well, I think his performance is equally worthy of your appreciation.”

Dorothy returned with a light tone, and mischievously mimicked Andre’s distinctive Yankee tongue flick. But instead of leaving immediately, she reversed course and went back into the jackal camp, intending to see how her apprentice Tooth was doing this time.

How would Tooth be doing?

He was busy.

The task of burying the three locator crystals has been completed, and he is heading towards the core of the jackal camp under Smokey Sang’s “compulsion”.

This was obviously not part of the plan, but Smokey convinced him with a hell of a story.

“Think about it, wouldn’t it be too boring to play by the rules in a 100% realistic game? You’re a thief, man. No matter what kind of rules you have, there’s no such thing as a law-abiding thief.

Your mind has chosen a path for you that you desire to walk.

As such, your already so skillful technique should be used in a more efficient direction, I mean, take advantage of this opportunity to get us both some benefits that we normally wouldn’t get.” Smokey Sang compelled in a very languid voice:
“There must be something good in a camp of this size!

According to the usual nature of the game, the best things must be placed in the safest places, you only need to go to the team book’s leader’s room and sneak around. Wouldn’t it be a big profit if you could find a treasure chest?

Don’t be afraid!
I’ve just seen that jackal big only man, Ken Potter, leave his camp with his men and is making his rounds among his own brute soldiers.

According to its speed, it will take at least 30 minutes to complete the round and come back, which is more than enough time!

That’s right!
This is the direction!

Keep going forward, go around the cage in front of us, there’s a big pack of hyenas in there I say, if we find something good, we split it fifty-fifty.”

“Seventy-three!”

Tooth responded:
“The risk is all on me, you but just move your mouth.”

“Hey, when you say that dude doesn’t like to hear it ow, how about this? I remove the Eagle Eye spell now? You act on your own perception?”

Smoke Sang’s side disliked it with displeasure, but after a few seconds he took the initiative to take a step back and said:
“But you’re right, the risk you’re taking is indeed higher than mine, so 60-40! No more negotiation, OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

Frostfang Claw did not object to the ratio, and he quickly walked into the most central area in the Jackal’s camp under Smoke Sang’s exuberant guidance.

This place was guarded by all of Kenport’s elite barbarian soldiers.

All of them were elite template creatures, and there was even an occasional “Bone Biting Soldier” that was scary to look at.

Those are Kempo’s personal guards cultivated by the secret method of the hunting priests, all of them are huge but seemingly bulky, wearing chain armor which is very rare among jackals, and the chain shackles in their hands are as fierce as armor-breaking hammers, but the number is not large, according to Smoke Sang’s investigation there are only less than twelve of them, and they are also scattered in different places for Kempo to reign over the elites.

These two bold little players are also lucky, they actually walked all the way without being discovered by any elite soldiers, perhaps the jackals are not worried at all in such a huge lair that someone would dare to run to provoke?

And by the time they stepped into Kenport’s chief’s tent, Tooth’s forehead was already streaked with sweat.

Just this ten-minute walk had raised his “Walking in Shadow” skill proficiency by two whole frames at the mastery level!

Perhaps this is the right way to upgrade skills, after all, as the old saying goes, if you don’t push yourself, you’ll never know where your limits are.

“I’m coming in.”

Tooth wiped his sweat as he spoke back over there, and Smoke Sang immediately replied:

“Grab the time to sweep around, there’s no way to meticulously scavenge, just grab something of value and hurry, you just wasted a bit too much time, Ken Potter is already heading back.”

“Watch out for me!”

Frosttooth’s Claw had already locked on to its target.

He saw a Clan-style chest placed next to Kenpot’s skeletal throne and was immediately about to step forward to unlock it, but a prompt coldly caught his eyes:
[This item comes with a powerful psychic spell that requires Master – Trap Disarm to be exempted!

“Blanch! Why at this time?”

Tooth was depressed.

He gave up decisively and turned around but very quickly he saw a few small boxes dotted with strange beast bones at the other end of the tent and ran over to take a look in the spirit of thieves don’t walk away.

The crates had no psychic spells, so he immediately pulled out his burglar’s tools and started picking the locks.

Thanks to Dorothy’s attentive teaching over this period of time, this job was not difficult for him at all.

“Tooth! You hurry up! The fucking BOSS is back! I blanch! It’s too late.”

Smoke Sang’s side was also in a hurry, and when he saw that Kenpot had already approached the tent with his guards, he sighed and said:

“Forget it, this wave is mine! I’ll make up for your losses brother eh? What’s going on?”

Smoke Sang, who was already planning to give up, suddenly saw in his Eagle Eye spell that Kenport and its guards had turned around and rushed towards the other side of the camp.

He was surprised when he switched his viewpoint and realized that there was a fire somewhere in the camp, and it was coincidentally the same place where the jackals were hoarding their supplies.

This turn of events made both Smokey and Tooth excited.

With more time to spare the thief continued to open, and the first chest opened, containing some sort of spell made from the skull of a very evil unknown object.

Teeth can’t wait to take a closer look at that thing and throw it into the bag and start to open the second box, a few minutes later opened to find that there are two white bone daggers, but the daggers given to the jackal man to make him hold this thing in his hand and a long and a short two short swords like.

As the third chest was opened, Smoke Sang’s voice over there went shrill as he roared:
“Hurry up and run, the BOSS is really back this time!”

“Tear.”

Tooth had no time to take a closer look, fishing up the paper iterated inside and tearing off another corner to throw it to the side, throwing out two flasks of incendiary in his hand to let the flames burn up here, then he himself violently scurried out.

“Put out the fire! Put out the fire!”

The jackal guards screamed as they surged to put out the fire, no one noticing in the confusion that the thief had run off into the distance, but this time luck no longer favored him, and soon enough the growling of hyenas on the outskirts of the camp signaled that a hunter was on to him.

“Don’t panic, it’s just one jackal with three dogs! That’s an elite! Get it!”

Smokey Sang roared.

Tooth knew that it wasn’t a solution for him to run away like that, and with a cross in his heart he flipped over and lunged towards the pursuing Jackal Elite Hunter, flipping his wrist to grab the two bone short swords he had stolen earlier in his hand, activating the appraisal in passing as he did so:
Name: Plague Twin Tooth – Classic Barbarian Bone Weapon

Quality: Seiko – [Souvenir] Commander-in-Chief

Trait: Extreme Poison – Extreme Piercing – Enhanced Bleeding – Enhanced Cutting – Bone Weapon
Effect: When hit, there is a chance that the spirit of the hyena leader “Pestilence” will be summoned to impact the enemy and apply a [Fear] effect to it.

Tip!

This weapon is a [Bone Weapon], when using it, the weapon wears out twice as fast, you need to learn a special maintenance method to repair it, and once the weapon is damaged, it is considered to be permanently destroyed.

Crafted by: Splintered Claw Clan Plague Warlock Torn Flesh
Item Description:

[Pestilence is a hyena war pet tamed by Kenport since he was a young boy, the most powerful and ruthless leader of the bloodthirsty hyenas, Kenport learned from the Split Claw Clan to fortify his pet with toxins, filling its teeth with horrifyingly fierce venom.

Unfortunately, Plague Poison tragically died in a Dude challenge while Kenport was seizing power and authority in the clan.

His death gave his master a brighter future, and Kenport, who became the Governor, left his plague’s canine teeth behind to be used as a weapon by his old friend.

The Jackal Dude doesn’t use it often, but there is no doubt that this pair of assassination blades is as dear to him as the loyal hyena that still accompanies him].

“Awesome Ow!”

Tooth’s eyes beneath the mask of his nightshirt revealed a cold glare as he pounced on the jackal hunter shooting at him in front of him in a fighting stance.

He could no longer care about the scene of three ferocious hyenas tearing towards him, he had to finish this guy off and complete his Black Iron Trial before he couldn’t hold on any longer.

But unexpectedly, until a few minutes later when Tooth, who had racked his brain and used all his means, cut the Jackal Hunter’s neck with his bone knife, the imagined hyena attack did not happen either.

Panting, he pulled out the arrow lodged in his chest and looked up, paralyzed in weakness, to see a saucy and greatly grinning figure playing with a clawed blade in front of him, sizing him up.

“So unqualified!”

Ms. Dorothy sneered as she kicked the corpses of three vicious hyenas at her feet:

“Too unqualified by either a thief’s standards or an assassin’s… Luckily, I have a good mentor… So, can you forgive me now? Grudge-holding little tusk.”

“Uh-huh.”

He nodded, and his eyes softened under his mask.

“Bullshit bro!”

Smokey Sang’s scream echoed in his head.

The guy, who had witnessed Tooth’s fight the entire time, whistled and said:
“You fucking turned out to be a dual sword combat thief! Awesome, awesome, disrespectful, but I deserve my share . Hey, hey, you got the dagger, so I get the magic weapon? The two of us make a perfect team… together we can kill like crazy, right?”

(End of chapter)