The Great Thief

When Lu was rushed here, the sesame stuffed dumplings had been connected to the task according to the requirements of the land. ",

The task is not difficult to trigger, anyone can, this is a branch task that life professions need to face, but the difficulty of each person is different.

If it is a small eight sauce, maybe just turn in a bottle of primary treatment syrup to solve the problem.

It is a pity that the small eight sauce is not available at all to help the sesame stuffed dumplings to do the task. Her elf dragon is already able to ride, and it is said that she has found a way to let the elf dragon fly.

Her luck is embarrassing, and she is admired by the five bodies.

In the past, there were few people who had flying mounts, and half of them were flying druids. Now the game is open for three months, she is flying, but consider her only to give The flying technology of the review also hopes that she can destroy the balance of the game.

It is estimated that game companies are too lazy to pay attention to her.

"What is the mission?" Lu Liwen, he hopes that the task of sesame stuffed dumplings should not be too difficult.

"Let me go to the night town to find a Mrs. Iwa, she is a little troublesome," said the sesame stuffed dumplings and happy: "I guess this is a errand task, it should not be too difficult."

"Oh... maybe," Lu left the forehead and lamented at the bottom of his heart.

Run your legs and run to death!

The night town is located in the twilight forest of the eastern kingdom. Lu has once come here to do the task and has dealt with the night watchmen on the town. There are many people in the ruling sword who have joined this small camp. It can be said that this small camp is private to the ruling sword.

Mrs. Iwa, oh. You are talking about that strange woman. She lives in the wild. I always feel that someone is going to harm him.

The owner of the pub told them to leave, so they left the town and stepped into the night.

The twilight forest has always been such an environment, covered with a gauze-like mist, the sun is always inaccessible to this huge forest, and tiny dust can be seen floating in the air in the occasional glimmer of sunlight.

This rainy season is always infiltrated with a touch of musty and moisture, there is almost no sunny day.

It may not be long before it rains and the road is muddy. The virtual game is very bad at this point. The land and the sesame stuffed dumplings are trampled on the muddy road, and occasionally the monsters come to trouble.

The destination is an abandoned camp. On a high post, the beast is hard to climb.

The sesame stuffed dumplings were pulled from the ground, and then the dagger was used to gently knock on the wooden door with a handle. A group of green mist floated out of the door. The sesame stuffing was slow, and took a sip. One third of the blood was lost.

"A good way." The sesame stuffed dumplings took a breath.

This kind of trap is too clever, no wonder what Mrs. Eva dares to live alone in the wilderness.

Wait until the wooden door is opened. A woman of about forty or fifty years old came out, and she looked at the land and the sesame stuffed dumplings until she heard them telling them to come in.

The house was built by soldiers who had been stationed here, all of them stone, very strong.

It’s just that the walls are full of turquoise moss, making this “home” look ghostly, it’s hard to imagine why Mrs. Iwa abandoned the safe town and lived here.

"Are you coming to help me?" asked Mrs. Eva.

"Yes, we received a task and said that you have some troubles," the task of sesame stuffed dumplings, of course, by him.

Mrs. Iwa was silent for a long time before she said, "I am a diviner. I hope that you can believe what I said and believe in the results of my divination."

"Oh... well," said the sesame stuffed dumplings, not very sure.

The technique of divination has been brilliant in the era of trolls. Nowadays, few people have studied this again. Even it can be equated with deception. If it is not a task, the sesame stuffed dumplings are really difficult to agree.

"A few years ago, my husband died in the battle with the undead, and I moved here with my granddaughter, hoping to forget those memories," said Mrs. Iwa, a little shivering. "Recently, there has always been a sudden unrest that hits my heart. I feel that my granddaughter Olissa is in a huge crisis..."

"Wait, you said your granddaughter, where is she now?" The sesame filling soup circle looked around and asked curiously.

"I sent her to a safe place, please don't interrupt me," Mrs. Iwa continued. "I used cards to carry out divination. In the midst of it, I saw the **** of death staring at my granddaughter. In the question of Bu, I found a clue to this terrible and mysterious thing. One name entered my mind, and that was Staven."

"Do you know this Stavin?" The sesame stuffed dumplings were smashed and smashed, and could not help but ask.

"I have never heard of this person, and my granddaughter does not know him. The people in the town don't like me. Otherwise, you may be able to ask the clerk Dalta. He has records of the people who come and go in the town. After Mrs. Iwa said this, she closed her mouth.

A god-destroying woman, a sloppy task.

Back to the night town, Lu Li and the guards greeted each other well. After hearing about Lu Yi’s intention, the enthusiastic guards directly took the land to the administrative hall of the night hall night watchman.

As soon as I entered, I saw Dalta buried in a pile of books and official documents.

He looked up and saw that he was coming in. He quickly walked out from behind the table and gave a ritual to the land: "Respected Lord, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"What's the matter?" The sesame stuffed dumplings are a bit aggressive, and Lu and Np have such a degree of friendship.

"I have been involved in their hunting operations," Lu said can only be said briefly.

"Your companion, once with our Altea commander, dealt with the powerful Moradim," the clerk said with a smile: "I didn't participate in the battle, but the night was everywhere. Wu Yong, thank you for everything you have done for the night watchman, the elf from afar, please accept the humble respect of a non-combatant."

After that, the clerk once again gave a gift to Lu.

"I really didn't do anything, it was too embarrassing," Lu said very embarrassed.

That night, the real face of Moradim was the night watchman commander Altea, and the final decision was made by Sarah, the daughter of Moradim before the fall. The land was only involved in the battle.

It’s hard to finish the cold, and Lu’s purpose is to come. (To be continued.)