Otherworldly Time Thieves

Chapter 878 Take Your Time (4)
When he was a mercenary, the mercenary regiment that Lao Zhu belonged to was just a small group. He had a thorough understanding of guerrilla tactics. When it comes to playing sneak attacks, Lao Zhu is also an expert master.

"Wait for me obediently!" Lao Zhu waved his hand murderously, and the Moorish dark elves behind them moved forward, and behind them, there were still a group of guys eager to prepare their hands. Copy the guy...

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My wife is on mid-day work this month, so I finally don't have to accompany her, mother, these days I have been playing until night every day before writing...

The most suitable time for a sneak attack is not at night, but at dawn.

Especially when someone has been wary of you all day and night...

Forty Moorish dark elves, carrying the heavy mechanical crossbow assigned to them by Lao Zhu on their backs, and holding daggers gleaming with cold light in their hands, under the cover of the last veil of night at dawn, they activated their racial talent: concealment, quietly Fumble towards the camp of the Bakas Legion.

The task that Lao Zhu gave them was to create chaos!
For them, this task is simply their old job. Sneak attack and assassination seem to be the favorite of thieves in this world, and this is especially true for natural thieves like Moor elves.

For them, the traps around the Bacchus Legion's camp were like child's play. Some Moor elves even smacked their lips while clearing the traps and thought: Can this also be called a trap?Why does it feel like Zhengming Guangda is placed in front of his eyes.

Those who could be ruled out were ruled out, and those who couldn't be ruled out, they had to make a detour and make a detour. The forty Moorish elves easily entered the camp of the Bakas Legion.

In the encampment, countless soldiers were sleeping soundly, and forty Moor elves scattered to start their assassination.

Covering the enemy's mouth, before he woke up and didn't figure out what was going on, a dagger with a cold light had already pierced into his throat. He could see it from his own throat. The blood that flew out from Zhong Biao splashed onto the face of the moor elf who was covering his mouth with a cold expression, dyeing his handsome face a blood red...

And the Moor elf kept tightly covering the enemy's mouth, preventing him from making any sound. He didn't let go until he confirmed that he was completely dead, and continued to look for the next target.

The massacre was going on silently. The extremely exhausted Bacchus soldiers slept so deeply that they were killed by these Moor elves without any resistance. Forty Moor elves, one shot can kill them. Killed forty people, but unfortunately, these Moorish elves, I am afraid that no one will only shoot once, right?

Even the Moor elves were a little surprised at how it was so easy. After killing hundreds of people, they were finally found when they were already soft...

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(End of this chapter)