Before the loud noise came a shockwave carrying snowflakes. The mother and daughter behind [ Howling Pothos ] screamed at the same time, and after a brief moment of shock, they ran towards home together.
On a street corner in the distance, a man wearing a strange coat peeked out, furtively observing his surroundings.
[ Howling Pothos ] immediately recognized that it was a member of a large gaming guild; it seems they were the ones who caused the explosion.
But what exactly is exploding? It seems there are no plants with similar functions in this World of Disorder... and the explosion doesn't seem to be very powerful, although flames have already begun to spread in the distance.
It's Oil Vine!
[ Howling Pothos ] immediately understood the key point: the creativity of game players is indeed limitless; just because she can get high-level equipment doesn't mean others can't.
The furtive head looked around, seemingly without finding its target.
Just as he was about to return to the alley, a priest in a linen robe suddenly appeared from afar, plunged his sword into the man's neck, and was about to cut off his head.
Blood gushed out, but the player showed no fear.
He grabbed the sword with one hand and pulled it out with all his might, while with the other hand he pulled a ball-shaped object from his waist and smashed it on the ground with a "thud".
A sweet, toxic smoke quickly enveloped the area, and the robed Tree Worship Church expert shouted towards the chapel:
"I am a squad leader of the Second Order of Knights. The enemy numbers are overwhelming. Come and help!"
Upon hearing this, the priest who had just stopped [ Howling Pothos ] also began to act.
The priest drew his weapon and prepared to rush towards the location where the suspicious figures had just appeared. [ Howling Pothos ] also began to ponder what he should do now.
Helping other players is an option to consider, but everyone is actually in a competitive relationship, and professional players from guilds are always wary of solo players like themselves.
But if we just sit idly by, it feels like a great opportunity is going to be wasted. If only there were a way to fish in troubled waters...
[ Howling Pothos ] reminded me of a spy stealth game I used to play.
Although it's just a game, there seem to be quite a few interesting stealth methods that we can refer to.
He quickly caught up with the priest who was rushing to the scene.
The man's pace was far beyond that of ordinary Tree Worship Church, showing signs of regular training.
So when [ Howling Pothos ] reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder, the look of astonishment on his face was impossible to completely hide.
Before the priest could even ask a question, [ Howling Pothos ] had already put his arm around the other person's shoulder:
"Stained with sin?"
The priest was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded with delight:
"Pray to the gods..."
"Puff."
The hidden blade was drawn and pierced the priest's artery and trachea with pinpoint accuracy. The part from the " Blood-Drinking Thornbush " began to suck the priest's blood.
This attack doesn't require much power; [ Howling Pothos ] already has a general understanding of the strength of the NPCs in the World of Disorder.
Based on the player's level classification, the average ordinary player will not exceed level five at most, and will reach their peak in their prime. If they are too young or too old, their strength will decline.
Although level 5 NPCs are capable of participating in many strength-based sports competitions in the real world, their excessively shortened lifespans make up for this.
As for the lower-level monks in the church, the vast majority of them would not exceed level ten.
At this moment, the priest whose throat he had just pierced was in this situation. The two were of similar strength, and with [ Howling Pothos ] being caught off guard, he was able to kill him instantly with his custom weapon.
[ Howling Pothos ] maintained the posture of seemingly embracing the priest's shoulder but actually stabbing him in the neck with her right hand, while her left hand supported the priest towards the nearest alley, all the while saying:
You seem to be feeling unwell... Come and rest over here.
The two limped into the alley, and two minutes later, a young priest strode out.
Although his face still bore traces of wind and snow, his posture was very upright, and the Symbiotic Tree, which did not show or affect his physique, perfectly illustrated his identity as a priest.
[ Howling Pothos ] straightened his clothes, casually tucked the blood-stained collar inside, and strode towards the small church.
Through the chaotic crowd, [ Howling Pothos ] arrived at an area accessible only to choir children and priests, thanks to her clothes.
The explosion had just caused some commotion. Some priests responded to the squad leader's call to attack the enemies who had appeared out of nowhere, while others led the children who had arrived at the chapel into the building.
Looking at the small church not far away, [ Howling Pothos ] once again drew experience from that spy assassination game--
Infiltration will inevitably be exposed sooner or later, so you must set a time limit for the mission. Once the time is up, you must find a way to retreat no matter what.
So how long should this timeframe be?
The smell of blood in the winter night would be discovered sooner or later; he probably wouldn't have more than three hours to tell.
Three hours later it would be close to midnight. If they were still loitering in the vicinity at that time, it would more or less arouse the suspicion of the other priests.
Having made up his mind, [ Howling Pothos ] composed himself and strode quickly toward the small chapel.
Naturally, a priest stopped him to check his identity, but [ Howling Pothos ] suddenly went into "superhero" mode like a Ignite bomb:
"I am here on the orders of the archbishop to inspect church property. Bandits have inexplicably appeared in the city. Instead of arresting them, you are here searching me?"
Without waiting for the priest's response, he shoved him aside and entered the chapel as if he knew the place well.
After turning two corners, [ Howling Pothos ] gradually slowed down.
He knew nothing about the church's layout, so he couldn't walk very fast at all.
Having arrived at this deserted corner, he roughly judged his current location based on the shape of the small chapel and the path he had just taken, confirming that he was on the west side of the first floor.
Having secretly memorized the route, he adopted an unstoppable air and began to "drift" through the chapel.
At the doorway he had just passed, the priest who had been reprimanded and frightened was secretly talking to another person:
"No, have you seen that person before?"
"No, didn't he say he came from the cathedral?"
"I didn't see him at the cathedral either..."
"Oh no, really...?"