Chapter 309

They all say sleeping and giving pillows. That's a little good.

When they needed sarnos and samuro most, they came back and brought several rat thieves.

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

Hans, the earliest rat thief who took refuge in Gao Wen and one of the few devout believers, pointed to five rat thieves and introduced them to Gao Wenyi.

The strength of these people is pretty good, at least not worse than Hans. Their captain is a middle-aged stalker. If you count all the equipment, they have five levels. They are one of the higher status of rat theft organization, which is similar to mage Ivan.

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

Maybe you still want to rebel, or find a chance to make a profit and go.

Gawain doesn't care.

These guys at least superficially joined the Azeroth church, with the title of "Pan believer" in their attributes, and Gawain doesn't need their loyalty.

No matter white or black, a good cat can catch mice.

"From today on, you will join the difia brotherhood and be under the control of van Clive."

Gawain called van Clive and mage Ivan, and then said, "you go to rest first, get ready, and come with me tomorrow to witness the miracles of the Azeroth gods!"

Several rat thieves looked at each other and thought Hans said so mysterious. Is there really a miracle?

Is it true that the "Azeroth God system", which has never been heard of, exists, rather than a false god of false propaganda?

Several rat thieves looked at their captain.

The captain nodded gently, and could hardly see the amplitude.

His meaning is clear:

We can't beat these guys anyway. We'll follow them tomorrow!

If there is a miracle, his Highness the five princes and the Archbishop are not worthy of us. Taking refuge in him is tantamount to "enjoying the cool under the big tree". There is also a backer in this desperate atonement Island, and there may be hope to leave in the future.

If it is false, then find another chance to escape at that time!

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But Bink didn't leave.

Gawain gives him a pair of + 3 daggers from the rogue assassin, and then takes out three cards:

Back stab, shadow attack, bone stabbing.

They are all stalker magic cards, one at level 0, one at level 1 and one at level 2. They are the boss rewards of "fire beard", which are all converted into gold cards.

Then, as Gawain raised his hand, the three cards turned into yellow and white light and drilled into Bink.

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

It will take some time.

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

Then his professional level should be upgraded to become a real stalker.

Gao Wen never spared no effort to cultivate his golden followers.

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I was speechless all night.

Jinsha village is quiet, but the Jackal plain is noisy.

The doomsday prophet rode a fear horse and rode wildly on the Jackal plain, attracting many jackals.

How can these jackals give up when someone dares to break into their territory?

Some of the jackals began to hunt the doomsday prophet.

Their idea is simple:

Are you always tired?

When you're tired, you'll die!

Then they found that it was they who finally collapsed!

The ignorant jackal did not know that the war horse running wildly in the night was actually a "fear war horse" from the demon world. He thought it was some kind of Warcraft he had never seen.

There are also long-range attackers, archers and spell casters among the jackals.

But the fear horse is fast enough, and the doomsday prophet is proficient in defense spells, so he will still be alive even if he runs all night.

What's more interesting is that the doomsday prophet is getting more and more excited, even without fatigue!

You know, riding is actually very tired. Even the best knight can't ride for 24 hours, and his ass can't stand it. Not to mention that the doomsday prophet is not a knight, but a mage, or a Blood Elf Mage with poor physique.

Not not tired, but did not feel tired.

The carnival of doomsday and a strong sense of mission make the doomsday prophet feel tired.

This guy is completely crazy. He's dead!

So, Leng is afraid of horizontal, horizontal is afraid of death.

Such a guy is really terrible!

At dawn, the doomsday prophet finally found the largest jackal tribe.

It was a large jackal tribe of two or three thousand people, gathering at least one-third of the jackals in the Jackal plain.

These guys who look like hyenas are tall. Even if they bend down, they are half a head higher than normal adults. Any adult jackal without any disability has at least level 2 attributes, which is stronger than the fully armed town infantry and comparable to the orc infantry.

Among the two or three thousand jackals, there are level 5 and level 6 jackals, as well as Druids, shamans and other spell casters.

If you count up, the Jackal tribe alone is equivalent to at least 1000 well-equipped elite soldiers, and at least 10 Military mages.

So even the blood moon mage tower and the eternal prison didn't have the idea of jackals. Although it's not that they can't fight, they don't have any oil and water. No one is willing to work hard and risk their lives and pay a great price

Now, one by one, riding on the boundless wilderness, wearing the glow of the rising red sun, looking at the Jackal camp in the distance.

Doomsday prophet.

This guy doesn't know where to take out a pocket watch, open it, stare at the pointer on it and calculate silently.

He is counting the time.

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

Now, it's 23 hours, 53 minutes and 26 seconds from that moment.

Soon, he will embrace his destiny and welcome the coming of the end.

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

He looked up at the sky and looked down at the ground, thinking that he would leave as soon as he came to this world. After all, this is not his own world after all.

My soul is about to return to Azeroth. I'd better stop doing this in the future and go back to silver moon city to study magic.

He turned to look at the direction of Jinsha village and finally took a look at the Archbishop who could not be seen at all. He thought that the archbishop was miserable and would have to suffer in this dirty world for many years, and I can go back now.

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

Hey, law!

The fear horse was fast. In less than 5 minutes, he rushed to the Jackal camp.

There were many jackals attacking him. He didn't ask and continued to rush in.

Arrows fell on him and on the fear horse.

The fear war horse with a defense index of only 1 is the first to die. The doomsday prophet falls off the war horse and is covered with dirt, sludge and dirt excreted by jackals.

He did not care, straightened his waist, raised his hands and looked at the sky 45 degrees.

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

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

Several arrows pierced the defense spell and shot into his body.

He felt the passing of vitality, his soul was clearly weak, but his eyes were brighter and brighter.

Because he saw a light.

Then I saw countless lights.