I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

A few minutes ago, he was still thinking about his personal hygiene. A few minutes later, he was suddenly attacked and pushed off the cliff. There was also a black tide of Kuo Tao fishmen underneath.

Is this a different world with simple folk customs?

In a hurry, Chen Zhou could only turn around and look at the murderer who pushed him away.

The originally unfamiliar face took off its disguise after the murder, and its demeanor suddenly changed, revealing a face that was somewhat familiar to him.

The person who pushed him off the cliff and killed him turned out to be the rogue Sean from the trio who came to the guild last night to sell the explosive wand and today to the guild to sell the cursed pearl!

Facing the adventurer who was proudly watching his fall, Chen Zhou was filled with confusion.

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As for that? Do you and I really have such a big hatred? ?

But he didn't just sit back and wait for death.

There was a flash of cold light, and the energy that had been dormant in Chen Zhou's body suddenly emerged, turning into a weapon to reshape reality.

Wild Arcana (Su) uses the power of myth as a substitute, releasing a warlock spell that does not exceed the limit of one's own ability once, and can be attached with any metamagic sorcerer spell.

He was seen flying into the void, and then he easily stepped on the air and returned to the cliff. He took out the long knife that had melted into an ice dagger and pointed it at the adventurer who attacked him.

"Wow, the magic of the warlock is like a well-sealed box. Although the material of the box never changes, what comes out every time it is opened is completely different."

Facing the hostile orc warlock, Sean's tone was clear and bright, as if he was an actor in the middle of the stage.

Chen Zhou was unmoved, and the only thing he responded to was the ice dagger in his hand.

The ice block, which was fragile but enchanted to become a secondary magical weapon, broke through the sound barrier and crossed the short distance between the two people at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

While it was accurately inserted into the chest of the Happy Thief, it was also deliberately detonated and exploded inside the opponent's body.

However, despite suffering such fatal injuries, Sean still maintained his damn grace and elegance, like a bloodless and tearless puppet.

Illusion?

This is a bit troublesome.

Sean, who was not affected by the attack at all, looked at the warlock who was supposed to be pushed off the cliff and into the black tide: "Aren't you an extreme cold warlock? Why did you use other magic just now?"

"You don't even know this?" He looked sarcastic, as if the other party was a retard, "As long as you don't look down when you fall from the sky and don't realize that there is nothing under your feet, you can step on the fantasy. On the soil.”

After all, his current pseudonym is Tom.

"Thank you for sharing. I will definitely experience it myself if I have the opportunity."

The blond young man wearing leather armor and a thin sword across his waist seemed to really believe it.

But normal people probably wouldn’t, Chen Zhou thought.

But rather than whether Wanderer Sean really believed what he just said, what he wanted to know more right now was...

"I shouldn't have offended you, and I don't have any deep grudge against you. I can't figure it out, why did you attack me?

"And the same goes for the Kuo-Toa fish people. Why do you want to lure the Kuo-Toa fish people and their ghosts to this city?"

Chen Zhou couldn't understand the motives of these three people at all, and couldn't figure out why they caused such a big trouble.

Is it for money?

How could someone who could clear out a fish-man tribe not be able to take away the treasure there?

Is it for grudges?

But Chen Zhou didn't feel any malice from the man in front of him who wanted to kill him just a second ago.

Is it to subvert Fanhua Port?

Their plan is too simple, and it is difficult to ensure such a huge result.

"I'm just having some fun, why are you so serious?"

The young man waved his hand indifferently: "The reason why I attacked you was just out of interest. Do you know how low the probability of encountering a being with the power of myth is in this era?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhou's face suddenly darkened. The other party actually saw through the ability he had gained through the path!

According to the explanation in "Life Plan", killing the holder of mythical power will also have a certain probability of taking the other person's power.

If the other party even knows this, there is nothing wrong with wanting to kill him...

"It's just an attack. Aren't you alive?" As if he had seen through Chen Zhou's mind, Sean defended frivolously, "Push you into the murlocs, kill them all, and rescue Dai The heir of the Faith family, and then..."

Then the actor who was planning to deliver the most fatal blow unreasonably used an unknown level 1 spell to jump back to the cliff through the air and came to stand in front of him.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, but he quickly regained his composure: "Rejecting the performance and facing the actors backstage, it seems that this is a little joke played on us by the Laughing Wanderer."

It doesn't matter, it's all the same, they have other alternatives anyway.

It wasn't until the other party mentioned the name "Laughing Wanderer" that Chen Zhou finally reacted: "You three believe in Olidamara?"

Oulidamara, known as the god of the Laughing Wanderer, loves wine, women, music, jokes and deceit, and is worshiped by many wanderers, bards, fools, and law thieves.

In people's mouths, the most common image of Olidamara is that of a happy, bohemian and unrestrained brown-haired human youth, who likes to cause trouble to people who live a regular life and do normal things every day.

In short, he is a God who is not very serious or serious, but loves fun and joking.

On earth, this kind of integrated talents are called "fun people".

By the way, Olidamara is an illegal faith in the Kingdom of Kalos.

The blond young man bowed and saluted happily: "Yes, we are the thieves of joy in Olidamara!"

A group of puzzling organizations that organize activities in various countries and regard them as performance art dedicated to the gods they believe in.

Then he looked at the Flower Harbor army, adventurers and Kuo-toa fishmen who were still fighting in the distance, as well as the magic (steam) warships that had been dispatched.

With the dispatch of the warships completed, this sudden guard battle is about to come to an end.

The aquatic races in the ocean have always maintained their tribal system, while humans have more powerful warships after the birth of the magic machine.

In this way, the balance of power between the two sides for hundreds of years will be completely broken. Isn't it boring to have a one-sided crushing?

But compared to that...

"It doesn't hurt to tell you that we, the Thieves of Joy, are eyeing something broader this time."

As he spoke, Sean looked at Chen Zhou again, opened his arms excitedly and said: "We are going to steal this centuries-old Kalos, which was split from the Holy Empire, and dedicate her to our god!"

"What a lame trick, it's time for you to call it a day, clown."

"Don't be so impulsive, Tom. I'm on your side. Let's meet again in the next scene."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the edge of the empty cliff.

Then he stepped off into the air as if he were stepping on some kind of stairs.

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