Evening.
Søren left the caravan alone. Gloria was right; he did not have the ability to guide Vivian's path. Unless he planned to become a wizard, Vivian would have to learn all the spells on her own. She would have to take a lot of detours, and sometimes it could even cause destruction and danger. To some extent, this was what a talented sorcerer had to face. Therefore, Søren decided to let Vivian stay by his side for a while. He would not let Gloria take Vivian away, but since they were trapped in Whiterun, it would be better for Vivian to stay by his side for the time being.
Moreover, Søren was ready to take this opportunity to go out and take a risk!
When he walked out of the room, the little girl's eyes were red. Perhaps she had eavesdropped on their conversation, but she reached out her small hands and tightly grabbed onto Søren's clothes.
Her pitiful appearance made Søren's heart ache, but it also made him more determined to go out and take a risk!
Time waits for no man.
If he slowly leveled up like before, it would be very difficult for him to protect himself before the Time of Troubles. Therefore, Søren had to go out and take a risk because there was a chance in front of him. Although the Ancient Red Dragon had not yet appeared, the chain reaction caused by its appearance had already begun to ferment. In the past, he would still have to search for monsters in the wild, but now, all the monsters around the Black Swamp had been driven out by the Dragon's Aura.
In other words, Søren did not need to go deep into the wilderness. He could encounter a lot of monsters in just a few days!
If he was lucky and didn't encounter anything dangerous, he could even get close to 1000 Slaughter EXP a day by hunting monsters.
It would take at least a week for the trade route to Whiterun to open.
As long as Søren was not unlucky enough to die in the hands of monsters, he could level up to Grade 3 in a week's time!
Food, weapons, bandages, potions, insect repellent, antidotes …
Soran's figure was busy in the trading area. After such a long time, his savings were quickly spent until there was no more space in the multi-dimensional bag. Only then did he stop his crazy purchases.
The night was hazy.
Søren's silhouette reappeared near the inn. He already knew what had happened from Vivian. Naturally, he wouldn't let them go so easily.
Since they dared to do certain things, they had to pay the price!
In a dark alley.
The security in Whiterun had been getting worse and worse recently, and the number of guards patrolling the streets had increased by a lot. At the same time, someone had proposed to impose a curfew, but it had not been approved yet.
The hotel seemed a little deserted. Because a person had died during the day, most of the guests had checked out.
There was a lamp on the bar in front.
The innkeeper, Kowan, sat at the front with a gloomy face. He looked at the fat man in front of him and said, "Moroder. Is that all you've got? He actually sent a subordinate who can't even handle an eight-year-old girl! "
"Are you out of your mind?"
Moroder's expression froze. "How is that possible?!" he growled.
"Lasker's skills are not inferior to those guards. How could he not even be able to handle a little girl? There's something fishy about this. Maybe someone else did it secretly. Not only did they steal our business, but they also killed my subordinate. "
In fact, he had another guess in his mind.
That was, his subordinate had really failed. Not only did he fail to kidnap the little girl, but he was also killed by her.
But this kind of thing was too absurd.
How could a little girl who looked at most seven or eight years old kill a man who had undergone specialized combat training and was an advanced class holder?
Suddenly, there was a slight noise.
Moroder raised his head cautiously and signaled to the thugs beside him. As a human trafficker who lived in the slums, his alertness had always been very high.
"Boss! Not good! The warehouse is on fire! "One of his subordinates quickly ran over.
The back of the hotel had caught on fire at some point. The fire spread quickly and almost reached the kitchen at the back.
Kowan, who was in front of the counter, stood up angrily and yelled at his subordinate, "Bastard! Hurry up and put out the fire! "
The dozen or so people in the inn started to get busy.
This kind of inn had its own well and water tank. The others quickly took out things to put out the fire. However, Moroder, who was sitting in front of the counter, had a slight change in his expression. He quietly looked around, and his fat body immediately ran away at a speed that did not match his size. Based on his intuition, he felt that the fire was too sudden. Maybe someone was planning to attack them. Moreover, the young man who went out during the day had not returned. Maybe he was the one who started the fire.
The fat figure quietly slipped out of the side door. Moroder put his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked around vigilantly. Then, he ran towards the street outside.
Swoosh!
A crossbow bolt shot out from the darkness.
Moroder's fat body trembled, and he let out a painful cry.
Rumble!
There was a loud explosion in the distance. The wine barrels in the inn's warehouse were set on fire. Explosions occurred one after another. The sound of the explosion spread quickly and alerted the nearby patrolling guards.
Swoosh!
A second crossbow bolt shot out from above. Moroder was already on guard, so the bolt only grazed the side of his face. It was only then that he realized that the enemy was on the roof of a building beside the street. The explosion just now covered his scream. After realizing that the enemy had a crossbow, Moroder immediately rolled down the building and pulled out his weapon. The speed of a crossbow bolt was very slow, but the interval between the two bolts was less than two seconds. This meant that the enemy was an experienced crossbow user.
He did not have any armor on him, so there was no way he could block the bolt with his body.
Moroder opened his mouth to call for help, but gradually, a numbing sensation spread from his wound to his entire body. His body became stiffer and stiffer, and in the end, he fell to the ground.
Poison!
The venom of a wyvern!
Moroder's years of experience in the Gray Realm made him realize something. Despair immediately appeared on his face.
A black shadow jumped down from the second floor.
A cold light flashed.
A scimitar sliced through his neck and decapitated him on the spot.
Søren's masked figure appeared. He coldly looked at the corpse in front of him, bent his body, and jumped up from the wall to the second floor. The Whiterun guards would arrive in ten minutes at most, and he had to kill all of them within five minutes to escape. Since the fire was already spreading, there was a possibility that the wizards and priests would be alerted. In this era, most houses were made of wood. Once a fire started, it would be difficult to extinguish it with water. Sometimes, it would even burn down an entire street.
A row of data appeared in front of Søren's eyes.
"Target eliminated! … "
"Extracting soul energy from target. Received 180 Slaughter EXP."
…
Under the shadow of the Night, a vigorous figure leaped across the rooftops. Søren quickly approached the inn and reloaded his crossbow.
He only had a few seconds to shoot.
In other words, he had to kill as many enemies as possible before the others heard the screams and reacted to the situation. Because even under the cover of the night, these experienced gang members could still react to the fact that someone was attacking them with a long-range weapon in a few seconds. Once they hid behind an object, half of the crossbow in Soran's hands would be useless.
The arrows were all coated with venom beforehand.
Søren crawled on the rooftops. The fire lit up the surroundings, but no one noticed him.
Many of the residents living nearby were also alerted. Some of them had already put on their clothes and started helping to put out the fire. It was not because the inn owner was a popular person, but because their house would be destroyed if the fire started.
Søren quickly identified his target.
It was a tall man. He could not see him clearly due to the distance and the fire, but judging from the way he was yelling, he should be the inn owner during the day.
"Swoosh!"
A crossbow bolt was fired.
The inn owner instantly let out a scream and hid behind a wooden plank.
The man reacted quickly. It seemed like he had experienced many battles. After being attacked, he immediately shouted at his subordinates and used a wooden bucket to block in front of him. Søren did not have a crossbow specialization. It was not difficult for him to hit the target, but it was not easy to hit the vital points. However, it did not matter. The venom on the arrow would take effect in a short period of time. Even if the venom was not fatal, the paralyzing effect of the wyvern's venom would be enough to cripple the enemy.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Three arrows were fired consecutively from the darkness.
Søren did not care about aiming. He quickly reloaded his crossbow and fired at the direction of the people. One arrow hit the wooden door, and the other two hit the enemy. However, none of them hit the vital points.
Clang!
Søren pulled out his curved sword from his back. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He jumped down from the rooftop, rolled to reduce the force, and pounced on the inn owner who was hiding behind the wooden door.
"Die!"
The curved sword drew an elegant arc. Søren cut through the opponent's waist and instantly cut open his stomach. Large pieces of intestines were exposed.
He instantly withdrew his sword and stabbed forward, piercing the opponent's heart from the chest.
The wyvern's venom would take effect in two minutes. The strong toxicity would spread through the blood. At first, it would only numb the victim, but soon the victim would lose all feeling in the wound. In the end, the victim's reaction speed would drastically decrease. This was the best venom that could be bought in the early stages of the game. It was also a must-have item for Thieves to challenge BOSS-level enemies.
A thumb-sized bottle would cost around 120 Kindler coins!
It was equivalent to a rare grade weapon.
There was no time to clean up the battlefield. Søren quickly got up and rushed out, pouncing on another enemy who was hit by the arrow.
The paralyzing effect would not last for long!
The antibodies of the humans in this world were very good. As long as the victim did not die from the poison, they would gradually recover.
The paralyzing effect of the wyvern's venom would last for five to ten minutes.
As long as the victim's Constitution was not too high, such as 18 or even 20 points, it would be very difficult for them to be immune to the paralyzing effect. At most, it would shorten the duration of the paralyzing effect.
The Whiterun City Guards shouted from afar.
The battle had alarmed many people, and the screams scared the nearby residents away.
Søren glared at the other thugs who were hiding. He swung his curved sword and slit the throat of one of the thugs. Then, he ducked down and rushed into the Night.
He could not let the Whiterun City Guards discover him!
For now, he could only let the thugs escape. Fortunately, he had killed the one who seemed to be the leader of the group.
The fire was getting bigger and bigger.
Soon after the Whiterun City Guards arrived, several wizards in gray robes appeared. They frowned as they looked at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground. Then, they began to cast spells to extinguish the fire.
Compared to the murder in front of them, controlling the spread of the fire was the most important thing!
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