Volume 2: The Road to Dragon Feast Chapter 98 The Tragic Life of Thief Greyhouse
The character's name - Greyhouse. As for the face-shaping, forget it. He is just a temporary character used for reconnaissance.
Murphy chose to enter the game, and everything in front of him went dark.
A rather vicissitudes of life narrated by my ears
[Narrator: The thief is a despicable profession. He hides in dark corners and moves stealthily, obtaining some insignificant properties through stealing and robbing. Even among bandits, he is looked down upon.
However, no one is born a bad person. You were once a simple boy, but in this dangerous world, under the oppression of the nobles, even if you work very hard, you can barely avoid starving to death.
You are unwilling to accept such a life, so you left your hometown and became a thief. Now you come to the bandit camp of Vulture Ridge and become a member of the Children of the Mountain. Get ready to face this cruel world - Thief Greyhouse. 】
The scene flashed, and Murphy found himself lying in a dark tent with a torn sheepskin under him. The cold wind blew in from outside the open tent, it was very cold, just like the tragic background setting of Greyhouse.
[System prompt: Welcome to become a member of the bandit camp. As a peripheral member of the Sons of the Mountain, your mission is to survive in this camp and try to learn more combat skills until you grow into a qualified bandit. However, those greedy adventurers will never let you achieve your goal easily. Now, please pick up your weapons and prepare for battle.]
Murphy climbed up from the sheepskin. There was a small knife on the table next to him, with a large warning arrow flashing on it.
Murphy reached out and picked up the knife.
[System prompt: Congratulations, you have been fully armed. Now it is time to train your combat skills. As a thief who has just joined the Thieves' Union, you cannot use any combat skills yet, so start learning from the most basic "silent walking". Try to walk past your sleeping companion without waking him up.]
As expected, there were four other . Murphy crouched down and walked carefully between the sleeping bandits without making any sound.
[System prompt: Congratulations, you have completed the recruit training and officially become a glorious son of the mountain. Now please leave the tent and learn more skills in battle. ]
Is that the end? Murphy was a little bit unbelievable. How could this be called a beginner's tutorial?
But okay, don't expect any good treatment for the free monster templates. At least there is a fake tutorial for beginners. He still remembers the game experience when he played with a baby dragon. He had just crawled out of the dragon egg and couldn't even fly when he was killed by an adventurer's sword - at least now you have some time to prepare yourself mentally.
Holding the knife in his hand, he walked out of the tent through the door. The tent was dark and damp, but outside was a vast world. As soon as he stepped out of the tent, the view in front of him suddenly became clear: the blue sky, white clouds, green forests and grasslands, and, damn - an adventurer!
Thief: "Ah! Help, don't kill me, don't kill me!" A thief fled in a panic, but was blown to pieces by a fireball fired by a wizard. He was charred all over and died instantly.
Bandit: "Bastards, I'm going to fight you!" A bandit was waving a wooden stick around, but was blocked by a soldier with a shield. The soldier swung his sword and chopped the bandit down.
Rogue: "For the Son of the Mountain, kill—ah!" A rogue had just thrown the stone in his hand when he was shot in the head by an arrow from the opposite archer.
At this moment, in the bandit camp where he was, adventurers were constantly reaping the lives of those new bandits, and the ground around him was littered with the bodies of his 'comrades'.
Murphy's scalp tingled when he saw this. Damn, my luck can't be that bad.
He quickly hid behind the tent and observed carefully. There were four adventurers in the bandit camp who were leveling up by killing monsters. They were all level six or seven. Normally, they were all new players with little combat power. But the problem was that the bandit camp he was in was a novice leveling area, and the monsters that appeared were only level five at most. They held either sticks or stones, or at most a knife. Facing these adventurers wearing a full set of novice equipment, they were completely crushed.
It seems that we can’t win, so let’s just run away.
He just turned around and was about to leave when a sinister voice suddenly sounded behind him, "I got you." With a puff, a dagger pierced deeply into his back. Murphy turned around and saw a pair of cold eyes under the hood, looking at him triumphantly.
Is a level 8 assassin.
His eyes went dark and Murphy returned to the login interface. He was a little depressed. He didn't expect to choose such a place as the first target. However, this was a common occurrence. The bandit camp was one of the most suitable areas for novices to level up. It not only gave experience but also dropped equipment and materials. This game was so popular now that people would book this kind of camp for leveling up.
Luckily, there are only five adventurers, so as long as we are careful and hide well, we should be able to escape.
Murphy entered the game again and hid behind a tent as soon as he showed his head. He observed the terrain and found that this bandit camp was bigger than he had imagined. Those people were leveling up in the south of the camp. The location he refreshed to was far away and relatively safe.
The outline of a bandit fortress could be seen on the hill to the north; that was his destination.
Murphy didn't hesitate, turned around and walked towards the north. He hadn't walked far when another battle broke out in front of him.
Hank Norris (Vulture Ridge Roadhog): "Come with me, kill that bitch!"
The one who spoke turned out to be a level 9 elite monster, carrying a big knife, and commanding a group of bandits to besiege someone. Murphy was delighted, because this was the small BOSS that spawned in the camp. In this novice area, he was definitely a dominant force. As long as he followed this guy, he would not have to be afraid of adventurers.
He hurriedly followed in an attempt to assist, but the group of bandits had already surrounded the unknown enemy and were hacking at him with their knives. From a distance, it looked as if they were going to cut him into pieces with their swords.
But the next second - arcane explosion!
Boom! An energy wave shot out and instantly blew away more than a dozen bandits and thieves. They vomited blood, had broken bones and tendons, and were deader than dead.
Looking at the open space again, a female mage was holding up a staff. The staff was shining brightly, her robe was rustling, magical energy surrounded her body, and on her head it was written, Level 39: Human Mage… Damn, how unlucky I am to encounter a big player who came to the bandit camp to collect materials.
He turned and ran, but the female mage had already seen him. She raised her hand and fired an arcane missile, hitting Murphy in the back.
Damn it… Murphy fell to the ground with a thud, feeling indignant, as he watched everything around him turn black and white.
Swish, a white light flashed, and Murphy appeared in the bandit camp again. This time he did not hesitate and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
He used the tent as cover, but after running a few steps, he was stopped by a soldier.
"Hey, there's someone alone here."——Heroic strike!
resurrection!
There was a flash of white light, and this time his luck was even worse. He was resurrected directly next to the female sorceress. The female sorceress was sitting on the ground drinking water to restore her magic power. Next to her was the body of Hank Norris. When she saw Murphy appear, she didn't even raise her head.
Run? There is absolutely no way to run away, so why not give it a try? Murphy is also a man of courage. He thinks that mages are all fragile, and if he is lucky enough to hit a fatal blow, he might win...
He waved the knife and stabbed at the wizard. Who said that thieves can't fight head-on!
However, as soon as he approached, he felt a biting cold in the air. He stabbed with all his might, and with a snap, a shield made of ice appeared out of thin air around the female mage, and the dagger could not penetrate even an inch on it.
It's an ice shield! Murphy's heart sank. Facing a high-level adventurer, he, a newly born monster, really had no way to deal with it. At this time, the mage just finished drinking water and stood up. Murphy sighed and closed his eyes to wait for death. The female mage didn't waste any words. She raised her hand and fired a flame attack to blast Murphy into pieces.
