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The ground in Huanglongao was not very strong, and half of the petrified thief who fell from the air fell into the ground.

A faint black mist floated by, and the skeleton undead appeared beside the petrified thief, standing quietly, waiting for the soul to send new instructions.

"Ahh, what am I talking about?" Sberg laughed proudly: "How long has it been, Kaka caught me this damn thief, hahahaha, I'm so amazing."

The jungle at night looked even more dark, and the adventurers did not see the thief for a while. After hearing Sberg's words, everyone's hearts were relieved and gathered happily at the skeleton undead.

"Huh?"

"Why is it a stone?" The elf was born with night vision. Joey saw the petrified thief trapped into the ground at a glance. However, because the thief fell in the form of a backward onion, his upper body fell into the ground, and the thief's cloak was tight. After being petrified, if he only looked at the lower half, it looked like a gray rock.

Greena also looked puzzled.

In the dim night, adventurers without night vision can only see a dark shadow.

Sberg reached out and groped for a while, and the stiff and cold touch in his hand told him that the skeleton undead brought back a stone.

"Damn, it's really a stone?" Sberg was furious.

In the darkness, Lilian whispered a magic spell, and a bright spot of light appeared in her tender white right hand. Slowly, the spot of light suddenly expanded from a ball the size of a finger to a human head.

The holy light instantly dispels the darkness and brings a light to the eyes.

This is the low-level light magic "Light" cast by Lilian, a young trainee priest.

When the light illuminated and illuminated the surroundings, the skeleton undead had already hidden in the void and appeared in the dark corner where the light could not be shined. Everyone also saw everything in front of them clearly at this time.

"It turns out it's not a stone." After observing again, Joey said ashamed.

"Why isn't it a stone?" Sberger lifted his feet and kicked the petrified thief standing up. The petrified thief who was trapped in the ground shook a few times, then knocked it with his fingers.

Baggio held the edge of the petrified thief's trousers in one hand and raised it hard.

Although the thief's upper body covered the mud, it finally showed a human appearance.

"It's indeed petrified magic." Baggio said lightly.

"This damn thief, haha, I knew he wouldn't escape Kaka's pursuit and dared to steal my things. Now, it's a rotten stone, right? This is the end of offending me, hahahahaha..."

Sberg laughed smugly.

"Master Berg." Francis said leisurely: "We have not yet returned the stolen things. If Mr. Thieves turns into stone, it is not good."

"Yes." Sberger slammed his palm and frowned: "My three-point space bag has not been retrieved yet. Where is it? Where is the damn thief??"

Sberg fumbled around the petrified thief, but where could he find anything with a hard and stiff petrified body?

"Master Berg." Francis chuckled: "Now, Mr. Thieves is just a stone. How can you find something on it?"

"Yes, the bag must be hidden in the thief's clothes. Find a stone to smash him open!"

Everyone fell!

Alas, this bastard shouldn't be foolish when he is stupid. Baggio and Francis looked at each other and laughed in his heart.

Greena hilariously grabbed Sberger: "Dear, you are still joking at this time, why are you trying to smash it? You won't take it seriously, right? Just let the Skeleton Mage remove the petrified magic from the thief and let the thief hand over the stolen things? It would be strange if the thief doesn't die if he smashed it. Everything will turn into gravel, and it's useless to find it."

Sberg woke up, laughed dryly, shrugged his shoulders, "Of course I know this. I just made fun of you just now, just kidding. I think I am so wise and powerful, and so extraordinary, so how could I make such a low-level mistake? Dear, don't you think? Haha, hehe, hehe."

Judging from his hypocritical and artificial expression, everyone's hearts were naturally like a mirror.

"Petration and Demonization" is a high-level magic in the dark system. Basically, it is possible to master such magic by reaching the level of a great magician. Of course, some magicians have learned this high-level magic through various magic experiments, but this type of magician usually only can petrify and not recover.

The undead mage, who had been famous for more than 300 years ago, naturally could not recover his magic. In a triangular magic circle with green light, the petrified thief's stiff body gradually cracked. Gray stone powder flew with the green light, and more intense green light flashed. The petrified cuticles outside the thief's body shattered and splashed, and a moan sounded...

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"What? Damn it, you said the bag fell?"

Sberg stared at the thief fiercely, his teeth clattered: "Pray for God, I hope my bag can be retrieved, otherwise, I promise you will definitely be a thousand times worse than falling into hell!"

With a skeleton mage staring at him, Rottelu knew that he could not escape no matter what. He had personally experienced the horror of the skeleton undead and did not want to face such a terrifying enemy anymore. You know, it would be uncomfortable to be petrified and turn into a stone. He originally thought that his life was over. Fortunately, the skeleton mage knew how to restore magic. Otherwise, the famous dragon thief on the continent and the most talented hero in the blood elf clan would become a rotten stone in history.

Rottery smiled bitterly: "My sirs, I have no eyes under my eyes, offended the master and considered myself unlucky. But to be honest, the dimensional space bag of my silhouette is indeed no longer on me. You have searched carefully. I think I may have accidentally dropped it in the "Feather Insect Forest".

"Bastard, even if you fall in hell, you have to find me back." Sberg slapped the thief hatefully: "They are all my belongings inside, as well as the two magical tools "Mirage" and "Catching" given by the old man himself. If you lose it, you bastard will not be able to afford to have a thousand lives!"

"I know 'capture', what is that 'mirage'?" Rottery asked in confusion.

Speaking of "mirage", Sberg immediately thought of the beautiful and huge elf fantasy beast "Light Winged Elf" sealed inside. He felt annoyed and angry again. He kicked the thief over and said, "Damn it, get the bag back immediately, otherwise you will look good."

Rottul was furious, but he was under the roof, so he dared not bow his head. Moreover, this guy with a precious dimensional space bag and two magical artifacts seemed to be very extraordinary, and even the skeleton mage obeyed his orders.

The thief had no choice but to bow his head and obey the orders, especially under the supervision of the skeleton undead, Rottery lost his heart to escape and flew along the jungle position in his memory.

However, the bag that fell into the jungle had been picked up by the goblins, so where was there any shadow?

Unwilling to give up, he almost searched three feet underground, but still fruitless, the thief could only return to "Huanglongao" with a nervous heart.

However, Rottery was not completely unearthed in searching this time, because with the keen sense of the Blood Elves, the thieves still captured the faint breath left by the goblins in the obscure and difficult-to-distinguish the breath.

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"What did you say? The bag may have been picked up by the goblins? Who are you fooling about? For hundreds of years, I, Joey, have never heard of goblins living in the jungle of the Bolanging Mountains." Elf Joey looked cold and said, "I believe you are a smart person, and I hope you don't do stupid things."

Rottery smiled bitterly: "I know you won't believe what I said, nor do you expect you to believe it, but what I am saying is the fact. As a dragon thief, I have never stole other people's property. I didn't expect that the first move was also the last move. Take action. No matter how you punish me, I, Rottery, accept my fate."

Sberg was furious. He didn't expect that the thief would not hand over his treasure bag if he was not afraid of boiling water.

"Mr. Rottery, do you really want to spare your life for the sake of treasures?" Baggio said with a serious expression: "The dragon thief on the mainland is well-known. Although he dare not say that you are a hero, he is at least a person. If you hand over the treasure bag of Lord Berg, I guarantee that your life is absolutely safe and there will be no damage."

"Mr. Thieves, maybe you don't know the identity of our Lord Berg yet." Francis said lightly: "If you really die to the end and let everyone have no room for maneuver, even if you don't have life, your soul will probably not escape the burning pain. You must know that the anger of the Great Magician is not something that ordinary people can afford, hehe."

"Great Magician?" Rottery's body, wrapped in a tight cloak, trembled obviously.

"No," Francis smiled: "Mr. Berg is the only beloved son of the great magician Mr. Moye, Sberger, the Lord!"

Looking at Sberg's dark face, Rottery sighed and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I am really lucky that I successfully stole the treasures of the Holy Family of Jehovah for the first time."
Chapter completed!