The Pearl of the Desert.
This was a city very close to the eastern world, and it was also the border of the Desert of Death. If you continued to go east from here, you would enter the Desert of Death. It was a very dangerous place, and it was also the gathering place of Naruto's believers. There were many clergies in the realm of death, but the most evil were undoubtedly the believers of Naruto. This ancient god was known as the enemy of good, the abomination of life, the emissary of darkness, the king of gloom, the reaper of flesh and blood, and so on. Since he appeared until now, although he had risen and fallen many times, he still had not fallen.
This was one of the few surviving ancient gods of death!
Naruto's believers did not need a reason to attack others, because their doctrine was to reap lives.
This god of death hated life and hated living creatures.
Søren's figure came here. In this bustling desert city, there were not many people like him from the mainland. This was the territory of the desert people, and people of other races rarely went too deep. In the center of the city was a towering palace, and the walls on all sides were carved with exquisite reliefs. At the top of the palace was a huge statue of the Undead Bird. It was said that the Undead Bird once appeared here and was reborn in the flames, so this place had always been a thorn in Naruto's side.
There were many people in the Adventurers' Guild.
Søren unexpectedly saw elves, dwarves, and halflings, but most of the elves who came here were Druil. Since the eastern monks' practice spread to the mainland, many Druil would travel to the eastern countries.
"What can I do for you?"
An eastern woman with a veil and a slender waist appeared in front of Søren. She was the receptionist of the Adventurers' Guild. Because of the different regions, it was naturally different from the mainland.
Don't underestimate this woman.
Søren saw at a glance that she was an advanced oriental dancer. In her exotic dress, there were at least a dozen deadly throwing knives hidden.
An advanced profession similar to the clown dancer.
The Oriental Dancer was proficient in some of the fighting skills of the bards, and at the same time, she had received a small number of training methods from the monks. These women's movements were fierce and deadly, and sometimes they would also act as assassins. They were very good at using their beauty and charming dance moves to confuse the enemy. Even in battle, they were like dancing fairies.
This was an advanced profession that required a lot of talent. Not only did it require agility, it also required charm.
There were many special advanced professions in the Eastern World. Søren only needed to glance around to find two or three special advanced professions, including the Ronin near the Eastern Sea.
An advanced variant of the Ranger class, a dangerous group of people who were proficient in swordsmanship.
"I want to issue a recruitment mission."
Søren glanced at the Oriental Dancer in front of him, raised his hand, took out a task list, and handed it to the woman in front of him.
"Hmm?"
The Oriental Dancer glanced at him, looked up at him with her blue eyes, and whispered, "Exploring the ancient ruins? Mission difficulty level C? We'll need to recruit some experts! "
"The cost is one thousand Kindler. We'll announce your information."
"If someone wants to take this mission, we'll send someone to inform you. Please leave us your current address."
Søren quickly left the location of the hotel, then glanced at the adventurer's hall, turned around, and walked towards the hotel. He still needed to learn some new spells, and it was not easy to recruit a group of experts. Low-level professions were not even qualified to be cannon fodder in the ancient ruins. Søren was going to stay here for three days.
As Søren's figure left.
The Oriental Dancer quickly entered the back of the hall. A middle-aged man with a beard was sitting inside. After glancing outside, he said in a low voice, "Where did he come from?"
The Oriental Dancer glanced at him and said slowly, "A high-grade Rogue. Good skills. He should be from the south. He has the smell of the sea. "
"It's the same smell as that Ronin!"
"I guess he used to be a person who drifted on the sea all year round. I don't know why such a Rogue would come to the desert!"
Observing people's expressions.
The Oriental Dancer was very good at collecting information. Her knowledge was no worse than that of the Bards.
"As long as it won't cause trouble."
The middle-aged man glanced at the mission list and said in a deep voice, "Exploring the ancient ruins? Every year, these adventurers come here to die. They don't know what's in the depths of the desert! "
The Oriental Dancer shrugged her shoulders and said playfully, "What can we do if they want to die?"
"We can't stop them."
Soon.
The mission announcement was posted. Because it was a C-level mission, the position was quite obvious.
"Exploring the ancient ruins?"
"Recruiting experienced veterans? The reward is at least five thousand Kindler? The person who posted it is a Rogue? It looks like the reward is quite good! "
The announcement quickly attracted a lot of people's attention.
However, most of them weighed their own strength and chose to give up because many of them were mercenary groups. At most, they would take on the task of escorting caravans. This kind of ancient ruin exploration was too dangerous. Even if the reward was good, they were not sure. Most professions still wanted to be safe.
"It looks good."
A bearded dwarf in heavy armor glanced at it, then put down his axe and said in a deep voice, "Maybe we can talk to this Rogue."
Taking on a mission was naturally not that simple.
Not many veterans would make a decision easily. They must know the specific content of the mission.
Another person who was attracted by the mission was the Oriental Ronin sitting in the corner. There was a jug next to him, and he had been wiping his blade. After hearing the movements of others, he looked at it seriously.
Five thousand Kindler.
It was already a very generous reward, enough to make a professional like him excited.
Spellcasters were as rare as ever.
There was not a single Wizard in the whole Adventurer's Guild, not even a Warlock. The Druil did not seem to be interested in this kind of mission. They had always rejected the act of exploring the underground because they thought it could easily cause disasters. Many of the Druil here were Tree Shepherds, not Druil of the Warlock Fighting School. The polarization of strength was more serious.
Three days passed quickly.
Søren recruited some useful veterans with generous rewards, a Dwarven Heavy Shield Warrior, an Oriental Ronin, and a Desert Warrior.
Including Søren, there were four people in total.
It was a relatively good team. The only shortcoming was that they still lacked a Priest.
High-grade Priests were as difficult to recruit as ever. These guys had high status and rarely took risks to make money.
Because he could not recruit spellcasters, Søren had to delay the time.
Although he didn't care very much, these temporarily recruited teammates hoped to have a spellcaster around, so that they would be safer.
In the end, Søren had to raise the reward to eight thousand Kindler.
Unfortunately, this still did not make the spellcasters interested. In desperation, he could only turn this investment to buying supplies from the Desert Temple.
Expensive healing potions were more or less useful.
The potions made by Priests could reach the effect of 'Heal Serious Injuries' at most, but the price was not cheap.
Just as Søren was considering whether to find a way to recruit a high-grade profession to make up the numbers and make up a five-person adventurer team, a small accident happened.
Someone actually took the initiative to find him and was ready to accept this mission.
It was a woman.
A very beautiful and dangerous woman.
…
Time went back to a day ago.
Søren was just about to return to his hotel. He went out today and hired a group of workers to dig a passage to the underground ruins with tools. But just as he walked to the door of the hotel room, Søren's expression suddenly became serious, and then he put his hand on his curved sword.
Someone had touched his door!
Before leaving, Søren left a very slight mark, but now this mark was not symmetrical. The door had been opened.
Søren told the innkeeper not to clean up the room, so there was a high possibility that someone else had sneaked in.
There was no sound in the room.
Søren was sure that if there was someone inside, the other party could hear his footsteps upstairs.
He reached out and grabbed the door handle. Then, he took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. There was nothing unusual in the room, but Søren could find that the things placed on the table were slightly offset. The distance was about one or two millimeters. If it wasn't for his amazing observation and memory, it would be impossible to find out that someone had come in and rummaged through his things.
Squeak!
Søren gently closed the door. He did not relax his vigilance because he could not see anyone in the room. There were many masters who were proficient in sneaking in this world, and there were many people who were not worse than him.
Swoosh!
There was a slight sound of something breaking through the air.
Soran's body tensed up for a moment, then he rolled sideways and pulled out his curved sword with a clang. There was a strange throwing knife at the door.
It looked like a twisting snake, and it was aimed at Søren's throat.
There was a slight sound of wind.
In the dim light of the room, a hazy figure appeared. With the sound of breaking through the air again, five throwing knives came from different angles, blocking all of Søren's escape routes.
Dang! Dang!
Søren instantly blocked the enemy's attack with his sword. At the same time, he jumped over. His figure disappeared strangely when he was in the air, and suddenly appeared behind the hazy black shadow.
"Shadow Leap!"
"Shadow Strike!"
Søren did not show any mercy, and all of his attacks were fatal.
"Giggle!"
At this moment, the strange figure made a crisp and charming laugh, and then the hazy shadow divided into three and dodged in three directions at the same time.
"Hazy Dance!"
Illusion!
The strong and tall figure turned over and tapped the roof lightly with her toes, then swooped down and stabbed out a black dagger.
"The Oriental Dancer!"
Soran's brows furrowed tightly. Facing the figure rushing down from the roof, he suddenly closed his eyes. His ears twitched, and without even looking at the attack above, he swung his sword at the foot of the bed. The shadow rushing down from the roof suddenly disappeared, and the corner of the wall was distorted, and a hazy shadow flashed again.
Illusion again!
The enemy had not appeared so far.
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