Dro is a first-level shadow thief who has been officially promoted to a profession. Both agility and reaction have profession bonuses. In the eyes of ordinary people, Dro has a little vitality.

His hands quickly stroked his waist, and his palm touched the familiar snake-patterned dagger handle. Deluo shouted loudly, and his body used his left leg as the bearing, trembling violently!

"Open!" With a loud shout, a layer of shadow jumped up from the ground, slightly blocking the attack of the crossbow arrows. Delo swung his arms, lifted, lifted, and slashed... all kinds of movements connected like flowing water.

After a "click" sound, the blocked crossbow arrows fell around Dero.

Dro's eyes were cold, and he pulled out the crossbow arrow that had leaked from his left shoulder. He was so fierce that he leaned down on the ground and bounced hard. In the air, Dro's eyes looked at the surprised police officers, grinned and sneered: "Shadow clone, condense!"

The surrounding air was instantly filled with a layer of grey cold fog like frosted glass. Looking at the rolling gray cold fog, everyone was shocked. When the crossbow arrows shot again, they found three identical Dros appeared in the air.

The bodies of the three Dros all showed an unstable cold gray color, but it was enough to confuse the enemy's sight.

"Swishu" Because most of the crossbow arrows were dispersed and confused, they immediately gave De Ronaldo a chance.

He easily blocked the crossbow arrows that shot at him, Dero controlled the two clones and rushed towards everyone, but he was covered in a layer of gray shadows and quickly fled deep into the alley.

Although he is a first-level profession, no matter his skills or experience, Dros cannot cope with this kind of siege.

"Damn it, I will definitely come back to take revenge!!" Dro gritted his teeth and covered his wounds. The slippery blood between his fingers made Dro's expression ferocious and terrifying. He vowed to take revenge.

"Brush!" A sharp sword light rubbed Dro's side and slashed down. Fortunately, Dro reacted quickly and twisted his ankle to avoid this sneak attack.

Dro shook the cloak-like shadow on his body, looked at it intently, and suddenly felt cold in his heart: "Trouble!"

At least four third-level apprentice soldiers opposite, surrounded themselves in the narrow alley. Their faces were cold and their breath was long, not good-looking embroidered pillows.

If Dro was not injured, he still had hope to rush out, but he was injured at this time. Facing four third-level apprentice warriors, Dro felt pressure for the first time.

It was not because I was afraid of these apprentice warriors, but because I was worried about the crossbow brigade that was catching up with me at any time.

Shadow Thieves' speed and reaction are much faster and more effective than ordinary people. However, during the day, they can only exert about 70% of their strength at most.

But in the dark, one hundred and twenty percent of its strength can be exerted. This is a night profession that has a special bonus to the dark and weakened during the day.

So after being attacked, although Dros had the opportunity to kill many crossbow archers, he still escaped decisively. Unexpectedly, the other party was so well prepared, as if he knew that he was a first-level professional.

With a tug of her feet, Dro's body suddenly retreated, just in time to meet the crossbow team that was catching up with.

"Attack quickly, don't let him take action!!" Beard looked at the vicious smile on Dero's face and yelled quickly.

Unfortunately, it's still a bit late.

Dero retreated violently, and the crossbow brigade was already chasing him tightly, and the two sides collided.

Being approached by a shadow thief is definitely a nightmare.

Many crossbow archers only felt a flash of gray shadows in front of them, and then their necks cooled down and covered their blood-sprayed neck.

In just a few seconds, Dros caused the deaths of three crossbowmen, all of which were throat-cutting injuries. The "fleshing" sounds were like fireworks, constantly ringing in the crossbowmen's brigade.

Fear is contagious. When the first frightened crossbow archer turned his head and ran away, the shaking defense line suddenly collapsed!

"Help!! I don't want to die!!"

"Give me aside, I didn't cum!!"

Dro pursed his lips, and a light gray shadow covered his head and face, making it difficult to see his expression at this time. Whenever the sharp blade of the dagger cuts his throat, the air leakage sound of scratching the flesh and cutting the trachea will cause Dro to be excited and excited.

Of course, this pleasure will not affect Dro's judgment at this time. After killing the entire team of crossbowmen, Dro looked deeply at the bearded and others who were catching up with him, bent his legs, kicked the ground, and rose up.

It was flexible like a monkey, with a little toe on the wall, climbing onto the edge of the wall with both hands, twisting his waist hard, and overturning his body over the wall, completely losing trace.

"Damn it, you bunch of trash!! Go and catch people for me!" Beard roared to maintain order, with deep reluctance in his eyes.

If there are a few more people, if there is a first-level professional, this powerful shadow thief will definitely be left behind.

After climbing over the wall, Dro quickly found a dark place to hide.

"Zi~!Zi~!" Forced to use the shadow clone that he had not yet mastered completely, Dro endured the pain of the skill backfire and did not attack until this time. The gray fog rolled rapidly, like a sharp sword, cutting the surface of Dro's body.

The flesh is cut by gray fog, revealing the shriveled and stiff subcutaneous tissue below. In the pale subcutaneous tissue, gray fog passes through from time to time, absorbing the essence of the flesh and blood.

"Huh~! Huh~!" Dro wiped out his cold sweat, looked at the gray fog near the wound, his eyes flashed slightly. When he completely transformed himself into a shadow creature, he could be promoted to a second-level professional.

Slowly waiting for the skill backlash to end, Dero raised his right hand with a gloomy face, his eyes flashed with gray light, and he shouted in a low voice: "Shadow creature!"

Accompanied by this low-calm grey lines slowly oozing out of the center of Dro's palm. These lines penetrated into the void, as if they were summoning something. A moment later, when the thin lines were retracted, a creature with a cheek with a thick and long tail, similar to a canine slowly seeped out of the shadow world.

When he saw Dro, the shadow creature showed a sense of closeness, shook his head and his big tail even shook happily.

De Ronaldo looked at the two attached eyes and felt a little painful in his heart: "I will avenge you." With a dry self-comfort, De Ronaldo pressed his palm against the head of the shadow creature and shouted "Counter Summon!"

The shadow creature stared at Dro in disbelief and immediately struggled and roared from the biological instinct.

A few thin gray silk appeared again, like leeches, twisting and drilling into the body of the shadow creature. The shadow creature's facial features gradually began to blur, like a layer of frosted glass, fading more and more, and finally completely disappeared in the palm of Dro's palm.

Most of the injuries on his body were filled with gray cold fog and recovered quickly, but Dro's mood was full of tyranny and murderous intent at this moment.

This shadow creature was summoned by Dero through a lot of hardships and spending a lot of resources. Not only did he have to distribute the shadow energy in his body to this pet every day, but he also had to summon it out to get along with him for nothing to increase his favorability. Over time, Dero gradually became affectionate about this pet.
Chapter completed!