"I don't need a companion." Wu Chen walked out of the shadow of the huge stone with a cold face.

Roger smiled and shrugged, "Believe me, although you are very strong, the zombies attacking Gray Mist Village are definitely beyond your imagination. Otherwise, the bored mercenaries would not wait until they are accompanied by the priests before they dare to form a team." He thought Wu Chen was going to fight monsters and make money.

Wu Chen did not answer and left quietly.

When he passed by, Roger suddenly spoke, "Traveler in the dark, if you want to go deep into the swamp, please do not reject the invitation of a shadow thief who is familiar with the inside."

Bang!

The lightning spear instantly pierced through Roger's head and hit the huge rock behind him. The electric sparks kept rising, and Roger's smiling figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Wu Chen nodded and recognized the thief's ability. "As you wish."

Roger quietly wiped away the cold sweat from his temples and said loudly: "It is my honor to fight side by side with you."

There is no need to disguise in front of your companions. Wu Chen grabbed it with a finger, inherited from the Spider Queen's dark magic, and immediately weaved a misty nightmare.

Roger whistled, "You're amazing in magic, man."

Wu Chen turned over and ignored the praise of the thief and left.

Roger touched the bridge of his nose with a self-deprecating look, dragging a long list of afterimages to chase after him.

The fierce horse and the black robe tore the thick fog, tore off the ghost's warning murmur and the unconscious roar of the living zombies to their destination. Obviously, the undead in the fog sensed the terrifying power contained in the brigade master, so they used meaningless verbal warnings to cover up their inner fear and anxiety.

Wu Chen was unmoved, covered in a dark robe, galloping all the way without expression. Occasionally, he was shattered by nightmare, and the ghost's advantage of no entity lost its reliance in front of the nightmare with the same attribute.

No matter how fast the Nightmare runs, Roger can follow closely one foot behind the ponytail. With this endurance alone, the thief's strength is quite considerable.

It is actually very simple to understand this point. As a successful thief, the skill of running long distances to get rid of the pursuers is a compulsory course.

Stepping into an abandoned campsite, Wu Chen took back the nightmare and "rest here tonight."

Roger smiled and nodded, "Listen to you, man."

As long as there is enough energy, Nightmare can run continuously. Obviously, Wu Chen chose to rest because he was considering Roger.

This campground that was captured by the undead must not only be the two of them needed to rest. The suppressed rhetoric quickly confirmed Roger's judgment. The thief hurriedly pulled out his dagger, leaned back against Wu Chen, and moved forward to guard against the enemy's sneak attack.

Leaving his back to his companions is a huge trust. When Roger met for the first time, he was so trusting about himself, which confused Wu Chen.

Since getting used to the fantasy world structured by the Black Soul World View, Wu Chen has a strong perception of the ghost hiding in the ruins. With a casual wave, the lightning ball shot out from all directions, burning the unprepared ghost into charcoal.

The sneak attack failed, and the undead who occupied the camp and the zombies hiding under the ashes rushed out wildly, but even Wu Chen's robe sleeve was touched and it was destroyed. Roger's knife didn't move, and the battle came to an end.

However, when the pale soul fire pounced on Roger, the answer was revealed.

"You are immortal."

"Yes, man." Roger opened his eyes comfortably, grabbed the cloak and turned it in place, and then disappeared. This good-grade shadow cloak is said to be woven with magic silk from the Spider Queen. It can not only isolate light, but also isolate the breath of humans that the zombies like very much.

The sun closed its last tentacles, and the cold camp was quickly swallowed up by the darkness.

When Wu Chen opened his eyes, it was already the next morning. The sun shone through the misty air and splashed onto the wet earth. Last night, the bonfire was beating in the fire pit where living zombies were buried. Roger was humming a tavern tune, flipping around the wild game he got from nowhere.

The refreshing aroma of meat makes people feel appetite. He did not refuse Roger's invitation to share food. After a full meal, Wu Chen summoned the nightmare and set off again.

At noon, the fog was forced back by the strong sunlight. The living zombies also retreated back to the depths of the swamp, and there was no more harassment along the way. Roger led Wu Chen to gallop all the way and rushed to Huiwu Village in the afternoon.

Although in this dark era, gathering together to keep warm is the best choice, there are still people who choose to leave their hometowns and enjoy the free air in remote corners that are unwilling to the public.

The residents of Gray Mist Village are the latter.

Although it is difficult and dangerous to travel with the swamps, it is a shortcut to the Lennox Kingdom. Many smuggling merchants are willing to risk their lives to travel through the swamps and sell unknown and valuable goods to the hinterlands of the kingdom.

Therefore, as the only supply station in the swamp, Gray Mist Village is quite prosperous. In normal times, the bustling crowds are not inferior to Wanshi Town.

"Partner, it seems that the problem is worse than expected." Standing in front of the dilapidated city gate, Roger patrols the trauma-filled wall.

As an experienced ashes player, Wu Chen's eyes flashed through the gravel walls with intertwined teeth, and the whole picture of the battle soon emerged in his mind.

Along the radial cracks on the stone wall, the sophisticated gaze immediately stopped at an attack point that tore through the defense. Although it was not clear what caused such great damage, it was obviously tall and powerful.

Roger whistled a whistle to the collapsed corner of the guardhouse, "Please put down the suspension bridge."

"Who are you?" A tired and nervous voice rang out quickly.

Not bad, at least the village is still there. Roger smiled slightly, "We are coming from Wanshi Town, why? Isn't we welcome?"

"You two?" The guard, who only showed half of his helmet, said disappointedly, "Friends, believe me, you are kidding your life."

Roger shrugged indifferently and did not answer.

Soon, the winch creaked, and the iron hanging door covered with scars fell. "Welcome to hell! Guys." He raised his middle finger at the guards, Roger pulled his cloak and Wu Chen into the village.

Thanks to the constant exchange of adventurers and smuggling merchants, the wealthy Gray Mist villagers built the village into a manor. If it weren't for the cold streets, the black veils hanging all over the doors, and the strong smell of blood in the air, Wu Chen would have thought he had walked into the hunting house of a certain nobleman.

"Hello, man." A heavy-armed knight riding a mountain horse ran wildly from the corner. Before Roger could speak, the knight asked repeatedly: "Master Kamba finally agreed to send the city guards? When will your large troops arrive?"

Roger shook his head, "We are not the city guards of Wanshi Town, we are free mercenaries."

Seeing the Knight's face full of disappointment, Roger smiled and said, "But we do have a large army. A priest is leading almost all the free mercenaries in Wanshi Town to come here. If nothing unexpected happens, they will arrive before sunset."

"Really? It's so good! Believe me, you brought the biggest surprise to Grey Mist Village." The Knight danced excitedly, "Please come with me, our patriarch will be happy to listen to this message."
Chapter completed!