Chapter 233: Shadow Step, Dark Concealment, and Changing Characters

"Rustle..."

Approaching the Ronglin Mountain Range, sparse bushes and grass were dotted on the dark brown and reddish wilderness.

There was nothing special about it.

This was the most common, most ordinary wilderness.

But if you possess the perception ability of a high-level professional and have mastered some adventure techniques for observing the surrounding environment.

You would be able to detect that nearly invisible blurred figure in the breeze and the fine sand brought up by it.

"Tap."

The surface of the barren soil pressed down lightly, dust jumped, vaguely revealing the outline of a right foot.

But strangely, perhaps because of its owner's excellent concealment techniques, or the special ability under the blessing of shadow power, or maybe both.

Clearly, one could clearly see this right foot supporting the ground and exerting force to bring the body above it forward, completely performing a forward stepping action.

But on the ground under its sole, not a single trace was left.

Without a trace.

Excellent concealment techniques.

High-level concealment ability that ordinary people wouldn't notice even if they stood face-to-face.

Hum—

The air twisted suddenly, shadows flickered, as if a layer of painting paper had been peeled off from space.

In just the blink of an eye, a figure dressed in tight black clothing, slender like a young child, appeared on the field.

—A gnome rogue.

Based on the principle of being as light as possible and least likely to be discovered, he only wore a set of convenient light gear, and his waist pouch was tightly wrapped around his waist with the most flexible leather rope for many turns, eliminating the possibility of falling halfway and making noise.

Even the soft shoes he stepped on were specially made of high-grade materials for noise reduction.

He even left the two sharp short daggers he used most often with his teammates before setting off.

After all, with his concealment ability and the strength of the enemies he might encounter in this mission, if he were really discovered and had no possibility of escape, needing to fight by force.

Whether he held a weapon in his hand... actually made no difference.

Regarding this, Bogu knew it well.

With the scale strength of that adult red dragon, even if it lay still and let him perform, using his highest-strength combat technique, it would be difficult to break the defense.

And as long as it opened its mouth slightly, the flame flow overflowing from its sharp teeth could easily turn his fragile body, which had already lived for nearly two centuries, into black ashes that would scatter with a blow of wind.

But at the same time, the huge risk of exposure being certain death, relative to it, was the exaggerated benefits that far exceeded ordinary people's imagination and were difficult to harvest even for transcendental-level powerhouses.

The gnome rogue Bogu looked left and right, waiting quietly for something.

But his palm touched a protrusion under his chest shirt from time to time.

Even though it was stored close to his body, and he could feel its hard and cold touch through the silk cloth every moment, he still confirmed the existence of the item uneasily.

Bogu didn't know the use of this thing, and didn't even figure out its specific value.

But considering that for its sake, their team composed of six level 3-5 adventurers exchanged the lives of half of its members to trade for the opportunity of the red dragon to leave the lair.

The team's savings were almost exhausted, and they barely dodged the magic traps at the entrance of the lair, sending him in.

From the treasure vault of the giant dragon piled up like a mountain of gold and silver, they managed to take out such an item.

Recalling the small hillside piled up by gold coins that almost reflected his eyes into gold a few hours ago.

Bogu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It was because his willpower was relatively firm that he controlled his hands, otherwise, even if he took just one more gold coin, he wouldn't have passed the dense detection traps in the dragon lair.

Under normal circumstances, let alone "little people" like them, even those teams composed of veteran professionals who had been promoted to transcendental.

Wanting to enter an adult red dragon's lair to steal treasures, they all needed to consider carefully.

With their strength, let alone entering the lair to steal treasures, just looking at the other party from afar would make them tremble under the other party's dragon might suppression.

Bogu had never thought that there would be a day when he would step on the ground of the dragon lair with his feet.

But it happened that two years ago, after he was promoted to lv5 with the cold profession 【Shadow Swamp Thief】 belonging to 【Rogue】.

He obtained the unique specialty given by the profession: the probability of being discovered by detection magic is greatly reduced in the state of "Shadow Step Dark Concealment."

—"Shadow Step Dark Concealment" is a professional combat technique that Bogu obtained at lv3, an extremely outstanding concealment ability, much stronger than ordinary rogues, but the limiting condition is that he must hold his breath when using it.

At the same time, Duke Morton of Nianshu Domain hung the bounty regarding that adult red dragon named "Klaff" on the task wall on the second floor of the association.

And the team captain "Laosen," who had served as a guard in Duke Morton's mansion, seemed to know that the treasure lost by the Duke was not a mere ornament for collection.

According to the other party, it seemed to be related to the secret of Morton's ancestors' rise, from an ordinary farmer with average talent to a great hero who later expanded the territory for the Servia King.

Laosen even mentioned to them that compared to the loss of dignity suffered by the red dragon attack, Duke Morton cared more about the family heirloom he lost.

Even if they finally found the treasure that was said to hide the secret of the Duke's rise, it was just an ordinary collectible.

Bringing it back to Nianshu Domain, the reward given by Duke Morton was enough for them to spend their later years in dignity and wealth—even if Bogu could live for nearly two hundred more years according to the average lifespan of the gnome race.

Even seeking resources for several people to continue to move upward and be promoted to transcendental.

Suddenly acquired concealment skills, lost family heirlooms, and huge benefits that could ignore the risks involved...

Thus, a crazy plan was gradually unfolded two years ago under the tight planning of team captain Laosen.

The twists and turns, and the preparations made for this, need not be mentioned.

Until today, it finally blossomed and bore fruit, ushering in the sweet fruit of success.

"Rustle..."

The bushes on the side suddenly made a rustling sound.

Bogu, who had been waiting for a long time at the agreed location, was suddenly vigilant, his mouth and nose closed, and the shadow under his feet twisted with a strange sticky feeling, giving people a strange sense of viscosity.

He was already prepared to cast "Shadow Step Dark Concealment" to escape at any time.

But in the next second, the two figures appearing in his view made him couldn't help but sigh in relief.

It was team captain "Laosen,"

And the only remaining teammate besides the two of them—the half-orc "Haogeke."

Unlike the scarred appearance in his imagination, although the two looked a bit embarrassed, covered in broken leaves and grass clippings, they didn't suffer any obvious injuries.

Not even minor injuries.

It was also expected, for professionals of their level, if they really encountered that adult red dragon.

Let alone minor injuries, even serious injuries were impossible.

There was only one word: "Death."

Being able to see himself alive meant that the two hadn't met the red dragon, and naturally couldn't be injured.

"How is it, did you get it?" ===== CHAPTER 234 =====