Rebirth of the thief who roamed around the world (BOOK 4)

Chapter 737 - Might of a Single Slash!

The team braved the sandstorm. They didn't look back at Branston Town as it got lost behind the blowing sands.

We're just about far enough away! Nie Yan thought. Stone Splitter's group consisted of two orc Warriors, two tauren Warriors, three Shamans, two elven Thieves, five elven Mages, three elven Demon Hunters, and three Druids. This was a standard team composition. Their equipment was excellent, wearing mostly Dark Gold-grade and Sub Legendary-grade equipment.

Angel Corps distributed most of the high quality equipment they acquired among their top players. On top of this, Stone Splitter's team regularly grinded high level dungeons for equipment. So, they naturally had quite a few good things on them.

Sweeping his eyes over the group, Nie Yan smirked. Soaring Angel would definitely feel his heart ache if their equipment were to fall into enemy hands.

The Warriors and Thieves were right at the front, all too casual. No one was guarding the Druids, Mages, Demon Hunters, and Shamans in the rear. Nie Yan narrowed his eyes. These guys are way too lax. Even if this is your territory, you can't be this confident. Did Soaring Angel not remind you to always maintain your vigilance, no matter the situation?

In comparison, Asskickers United's players were much more professional. No matter where they were, be it in Calore or somewhere far away, they would always have the Thieves patrol the surroundings in stealth and make sure the backline was properly protected.

These players from Angel Corps were far too arrogant.

Nie Yan focused his attention on a fat Shaman in the rear. This fellow appeared to be bored to death.

"Umbra, where are we right now? Are we there yet?" the Shaman asked the elven Mage beside him.

"We're almost there. Five more minutes tops," Umbra replied.

"Man, this really is some awful timing. I was planning to reach Level 126 today. I'm only 3% away! And now I'm here. Who knows how many times we're going to wipe trying to clear this dungeon... I suppose I can forget about levelling up any time soon," the Shaman grumbled.

Umbra chuckled and was about to say something to comfort his friend, when his expression froze. He saw a silhouette appear behind the Shaman like an apparition.

Before he could even get a word out, the Shaman's throat was slit by a dagger.

PFFSSSHT!

"That's one," Nie Yan said.

The ghastly voice which seemed to come from the depths of hell caused Umbra to feel his blood freeze over. He quickly snapped to his senses and hoarsely shouted, "E-e-enemy attack!"

"Shit! Someone killed Red Hot!"

The Mages immediately waved their staffs and sent a barrage of spells flying toward Nie Yan. At the same time, the Demon Hunters let loose with a volley of arrows.

Sure enough, elites like them reacted fairly quickly.

After killing the Shaman, Nie Yan picked up the equipment off the ground. Seeing the spells and arrows flying towards him, he leaped out of the way. The projectiles flew past him by a hair.

Just as he landed back on the ground, Nie Yan pivoted his foot and shot off in another direction like a spring. His target was the elven Mage called Umbra.

Seeing Nie Yan pouncing over, Umbra hurriedly waved his staff and cast Repel.

Unfortunately for him, Nie Yan had already predicted this. When confronted by a Thief, a Mage would normally cast a spell like Repel or Ring of Frost.