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"Oh~ it really is the soul-inducing lamp I sent out."

Bwonsamdi picked up the smoking soul lamp from the ground, let go of the ugly-faced Sarlayan, and rubbed his chin with his hand with great interest.

"Huh~"

Finally able to turn around, Sharlayan saw clearly what "person" was holding him down.

In appearance, the masked, dark purple-skinned creature resembled a troll.

But there was a faint blue soul fire in his eyes, and the aura on his body was erratic, like a phantom that did not exist in this world.

His existence made Sharlayan feel very contradictory. He clearly had a human body in front of him, but felt as if he was facing an empty shell.

【Appeared! The Lord of Hades, Death Loabang Sandy. 】

[This guy's speaking style is still so exaggerated, I remembered the experience of being crazily ridiculed by him when Zandalar died...]

Loa, who called himself Bwonsamdi, held the soul lamp in his hand and looked Sharlayan up and down.

"I see, you are Inas' blood relative..."

Bwonsamdi's face, exposed outside the mask, became more serious.

"Well, a promise is a promise, and old Bwonsamdi won't break his promise."

"then."

Bwonsamdi reached behind his back, took out a rusty knife from nowhere and threw it to Sharlayan.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, he took the "weapon" that seemed to be broken at any time, and Sharlayan flipped through it puzzled.

"This is?"

"Ah~ so troublesome."

Bwonsamdi was lying lazily suspended in mid-air, complaining: "That old bear didn't tell you the ins and outs? Sure enough, he is old and confused. I have already said that his soul..."

"cough~"

Noticing that he had strayed off topic, Bwonsamdi withdrew his thoughts and pointed to the knife in Sharlayan's hand.

"My power resides in this sacrificial knife. You need to follow the guidance and help me find a debt-runner's soul, and use any method to 'persuade' his soul to enter the knife."

"As long as you return after completing the mission, old Bwonsamdi will give you the things as promised."

"Ha~"

Yawning lazily, Bwonsamdi reclined flirtatiously and waved his hands.

"Let's go, I don't have a time limit here, but I advise you to go and come back quickly."

Sharlayan was not good at dealing with such smooth-talking people, and after Bwonsamdi waved him off, he turned into a claw form and sneaked away again.

"Hey~ little guy, you'd better move faster."

A strange smile appeared on Bwonsamdi's face: "Anyway, the old Bwonsamdi has accepted Zandalari's offerings, so it is only natural that he should tell them the news of the arrival of the invaders."

"Don't blame me~ This is also part of the agreement."

...

"Damn! That double-faced old bastard!"

Guided by the ceremonial knife, Sharlayan walked through the lush Zuldazar jungle at high speed.

On the way, he encountered many novel species that could not be seen in the outside world, and saw the Zandalari brontosaurus caravan near the main road.

But as the surrounding primitive scenery became less and less, and there were more and more traces of man-made objects, Sharlayan gradually felt something was wrong.

The target of the mission given by Bwonsamdi is likely to live in the city of Dazar'alor, at least in the outskirts of the city.

This meant that Sharlayan had to take a huge risk to sneak into a huge hostile city with hundreds of thousands of residents at least.

[Ah, this... Sure enough, if the flag is set too early, the car will overturn. 】

[Dazarro? In version 8.0, I also sneak in at least 1-2 times a week, no difficulty at all (funny). 】

[Grass, can the game be the same as the real world? In the game, there are at most a hundred modeling people in Dazar'alor. Now there are more than 200 patrolling guards coming and going around Sharlayan alone. 】

[This is not counting those pterodactyl knights who are flying around in the sky. 】

By now, Sharlayan had realized that he had been tricked by Bwonsamdi.

Judging from the tense expressions of these patrolling guards, they already knew that there were intruders entering the Zuldazar area.

At any rate, Bwonsamdi didn't disclose the specific location of Sharlayan to the troll, which finally gave him some room to maneuver.

Even so, Sharlayan's situation is very dangerous now.

The pterodactyl knight in the air has a wide field of vision, and once he finds a suspicious target, he will immediately send an alarm to the guards on the ground.

Leaving aside whether the Loans will help Zandalar catch thieves, the large number of mortal masters in this city alone is enough to give Sharlayan a headache.

Once caught, it is impossible to complete the task, and the subsequent escape will inevitably be difficult in hell.

Sharlayan, who was hiding in the grass, didn't dare to take a breath. He carefully observed the patrol route of the guards on the ground, and at the same time, he also paid attention to whether there were pterodactyl knights passing by in the air.

'Calm down, we are very close to the goal. '

The sacrificial knife hanging on the outside of the left front paw was slightly heated, and the temperature changed with the change of Sharlayan's direction.

After a period of familiarization and confirmation, Sarlayan was basically sure that the target of the debt that Bwonsamdi wanted to recover was in the slums of the outer city within 200 meters nearby.

"Shua!"

Fortunately, Dazar'alor's greenery was done well, and there were many bushes for Sharlayan to hide in.

While the patrolling guards left the area, Sharlayan, who was in the shape of sharp claws, jumped out like lightning and quickly moved to the next green belt.

"Um?"

A nearby Zandalari child looked suspiciously at the slightly shaking grass.

Sarlayan's heart skipped a beat, and he stared nervously at the child scratching his head, ready to drag him into the grass to kill him at any time.

"Gongga, what are you doing? Let's go, we must ride the Thunder Dragon today!"

"Oh, here we come!"

The Zandalari kid didn't know that he was less than a meter away from death, and Sharlayan was only a few tenths of a second away from being exposed.

‘Phew~ good luck. '

As the group of children left, a single-family bungalow appeared in front of Sharlayan.

A mature Zandalari troll with a scar on his face stood in front of the door, watching the group of children leave with a gentle smile on his face.

Sharlayan's animal pupils shrank suddenly, and the ritual knife pointed straight at the troll man. The blade maintained the highest temperature since the search.

'Is that him? '

Glancing at the Zandalari children scurrying away, Salayan hesitated for a moment.

'The debt is paid, as it should be, and the old Bwonsamdi is to be blamed. '

After sorting out his emotions, Sharlayan patiently waited for another round of patrolling guards to go away. After confirming that there would be no pterodactyl knights passing by in the sky, he finally swooped out from the bushes where he was hiding.

"Boom!"

Calculating the distance, Sharlayan used the momentum to accurately push the astonished middle-aged scar troll into the door, and when it landed, he swiped the door with his nimble tail and closed it.

Slashing the ritual knife tied on the left front paw to the target's neck, Sharlayan, who doesn't talk too much, doesn't intend to talk nonsense with him.

The scar troll whose throat was about to be cut felt the approach of death, and shouted in panic: "Wait... wait! Don't kill me, I still have a child to raise!"

Sharlayan's movements paused for a moment, and a trace of hesitation flashed in the cold eyes of the beast.

Thanks for the reward of "Knife Edge",