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When Sarnos and Samuro were needed most, they came back and brought a few members of the rat thief.

"Master, they are willing to join the church of Azeroth, become believers of the gods of Azeroth, dedication and loyalty."

Hans, the first rat thief who took refuge in Gawain, one of the few devout believers, pointed to the five members of the rat thief, and introduced them to Gawain one by one.

The strength of these people is not bad, at least not worse than Hans. Their captain is a middle-aged stalker. If they count a piece of equipment, they have 5 ranks. They are one of the higher ranks of the Rat Thief organization, and the wizard. Ivan is almost the same.

Gao Wen noticed that the eyes of these guys flickered, and they were obviously reluctant to be "forced" to join the church of Azeroth.

Maybe you still want to rebel, or just leave if you find a chance to make a profit.

Gao Wen didn't care.

These guys have joined the church of Azeroth at least on the surface, and have the title of "pan-believers" in their attributes, and Gawain doesn't need them to be loyal.

Regardless of white cats or black cats, those who can catch mice are good cats.

"Starting today, you join the Defias Brotherhood and are under the control of Van Cleef."

Gawain called Van Cleef and Mage Ivan over, and then said: "You go to rest first, get ready, and join me tomorrow to witness the miracles of the gods of Azeroth!"

A few rat thieves looked at each other, thinking that Hans said so mysteriously, is there really a miracle?

Could it be that this "Azeroth God System" that has never been heard of, really exists, and is not a false **** of false propaganda?

Several rat thieves looked at their captain.

The captain nodded slightly, almost invisible.

His meaning is very clear:

Anyway, we can't beat these guys, so we will follow them tomorrow!

If there is a miracle, then the five princes and the archbishop are not qualified to provoke us. If we take refuge in him, it is equivalent to "being cool under the big tree". On this desperate island of Atonement, it is also considered to be there. Backing, there may be real hope to leave in the future.

If it is fake, then find a chance to escape when the time comes!

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Binke the thief did not leave.

Gawain gave him a pair of +3 quality daggers from the thief assassin, and then took out three more cards:

Backstab, shadow attack, biting.

They are all Stalker spell cards, one for each of Tier 0, Tier 1, and Tier 2, which are rewarded by the boss of "Firebeard", all of which are converted into gold cards.

Then as Gao Wen raised his hand, the three cards turned into yellow and white rays of light and penetrated into the thief Bink.

The little thief closed his eyes, comprehending the knowledge, experience, and wisdom that forced him into his mind.

This will take a while.

Maybe five minutes, maybe one hour, he will master these three skills.

Then his professional level should be promoted to become a true stalker.

Gawain has never spared no effort to train his golden followers.

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No words for a night.

Jinsha Village is very quiet, but the Jackal Plain is noisy.

The doomsday prophets ran wildly on the gnoll plain on the horse of fear, one by one, attracting many gnolls.

Someone dared to break into their own territory, how could these jackals give up?

Some of the gnolls began to hunt for the doomsday prophets.

Their idea is simple:

Are you always tired?

When you are tired, you will die!

Then they discovered that it was them who were finally tired and paralyzed!

The ignorant jackal did not know that the horse running wild in the night was actually a "horror horse" from the world of demons, and thought it was some kind of beast that he hadn't seen before.

Jackals also have ranged attackers, archers, and spellcasters.

But the Dreadhorse was fast enough, and the doomsday prophet was proficient in defensive spells, so even if he ran all night, he was still alive.

What's more interesting is that the doomsday prophet is getting more and more excited, and there is no fatigue at all!

You must know that riding a horse is actually very tiring. Even the best knight cannot ride a horse 24 hours a day. The **** can’t stand it, not to mention that the doomsday prophet is not a knight, but a mage, or the physique is not good. The blood elf mage.

It's not that I'm not tired, but I don't feel tired.

The carnival of the doomsday and the strong sense of mission make the prophet of the doomsday not feel tired.

This guy is completely mad, he is not dead!

So, those who are stunned are afraid of being horizontal, and those who are horizontal are afraid of death.

Such a guy is really scary!

As the sky began to dawn, the doomsday prophet finally found the largest tribe of gnolls.

It was a large gnoll tribe of two to three thousand people, and gathered at least one third of the gnolls in the entire gnoll plain.

These guys who look like hyenas are tall, even if they are bent over, they are half a head taller than a normal adult. Any adult jackal with no disability has at least Tier 2 attributes, and is stronger than a heavily armed town infantry. Some, comparable to orc infantry.

Among the two or three thousand gnolls, there are also wolves of Tier 5 and Tier 6, as well as spellcasters such as druids and shamans.

If you count this, this gnoll tribe alone is equivalent to at least a thousand well-equipped elite soldiers, and there are at least ten army wizards.

Therefore, even the Blood Moon Mage Tower and the Eternal Prison did not have the idea of ​​defeating the Jackals, although they were mainly not defeated, but there was no oil and water, no one was willing to work hard, risk their lives, and pay a great price...

Now, one person and one ride, in the boundless wilderness, covered in the glow of the red sun, looking at the jackal camp in the distance.

Doomsday prophet.

This guy didn't know where he took out a pocket watch, opened it, stared at the pointer on it, and calculated silently.

He is counting time.

From the moment he first came into this world, he was given a sacred mission.

And now, 23 hours, 53 minutes and 26 seconds have passed since that moment.

Soon, he will embrace his destiny and welcome the doomsday.

He first looked at the opened pocket watch. There was a picture on it. The picture was a beautiful high elf.

He looked up at the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked down at the ground, thinking that he would leave when he came to this world, after all, this is not his own world after all.

Your soul is about to return to Azeroth, so don't do this in the future, go back to Silvermoon City and study the spells.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Jinsha Village, and finally glanced at the archbishop who was invisible at all, thinking that the archbishop you are so miserable, and you will have to suffer for many years in this filthy world, and I can go back now.

Finally, he held his head high and galloped on his horse.

Sorry!

The Fear Warhorse was very fast, and he rushed to the Jackal camp in less than 5 minutes.

There were many wolves attacking him, and he continued to rush in regardless of whether he asked.

Arrows fell on him, and also on the horse of fear.

The fear horse with a defense index of only Tier 1 died first, and the doomsday prophet fell from the horse. He was covered with dirt, mud, and dirt excreted by the jackals.

He still didn't care, straightened his waist, raised his hands, and looked at the sky forty-five degrees.

He knew that he was going to die and couldn't stop the dozens of wolves rushing over, but he also knew that his mission was about to be completed.

"The time has come, the scene is already here, the sky is bright, and the curtain of doomsday has opened!"

Several arrows shot through the defensive spells and into his body.

He perceives the passing of vitality, his soul is clearly weak, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

Because he saw a light.

Then I saw countless lights.