In Ravens impression, although Carin had learned some stealth skills, they were for hunting, not the assassin route: "This time Im on a covert operation, it doesnt suit you."

  Pouting her mouth, Karin didnt refute in the end, but opened her mouth to ask: "At least you have to tell me where you are going, and Ill go pick you up if something happens."

  The daughter of Orion has seen blood after all, and with Karins personality, she wont be willing to stay in the rear even after recovering her strength.

  Hesitating for a moment, Levin told her: "In the east of the town, there is a stone bridge. 200 meters north along the river, there is a small wooden house. Thats my destination. You can hide in the grass bushes on the downwind side of the wooden house. The Blackout Clearance Order has been issued, and all hotels in this town will be searched soon. We dont have free citizen certificates, it will be troublesome, lets pack up and leave directly."

  A free mans certificate is what they call a clean bill of health. Anyway, as long as you can pay the price, no matter if youre a devil, any city constable will issue this free mans certificate for you.

  This is a very funny paradox. It just so happens that the entire continent recognizes this. People feel that if you can afford to pay for proof, then at least youre not the lowest scum of a thief or gangster.

  The two set off and arrived near the cabin, where they saw Karin hiding in the bushes, while Raven sneaked into the cabin.

  As soon as he entered, Laven scolded his mother.

  Levins memory wasnt wrong, this was indeed a key route for the Black Tide Sect.

  The situation in front of him deviates from his memory.

  Serious deviation!

  He had expected at most two people to be on guard here, and after listening for a long time outside the wooden house, he didnt feel anyones breath. After observing for a long time by the window, there was nothing unusual in the hall, just a pile of miscellaneous objects, such as broken cabinets and old ropes, so he sneaked in.

  Fell for it as soon as I came in.

  The moment he stepped into the hall, a heap of ropes on the ground that seemed to have been unused for a long time suddenly moved.

  A thick, sturdy hemp rope surged forth, like a nest of snakes entwining and twisting around each other. They rapidly coiled together to form arms, ankles, calves, and thighs, instantly wrapping into a roughly human shape. The thing stood up, about two meters tall, with only a vague outline of a face, two pure white energy orbs burning in the eye sockets.

  Raven was caught off guard and instantly understood what this thing was - damn its a Strangling Demon Statue!

  The Stranglethorn is also known as the Rope Monster, which disguises itself as a pile of old ropes on the ground and ambushes intruders when not in motion. In the game, even the smallest Stranglethorn has 450 health points and a challenge level of 52, meaning that at least a mid-level Silver player is required to defeat it. Special methods are also needed because this thing is almost physically immune!

  Suddenly, there were tens of thousands of grass mud horses galloping in Le Wens heart! Why am I so dark!? Actually encountering this kind of thing in the newbie zone!

  Its definitely impossible to win!

  Run away? Youre already in the pit, within a 10-meter radius is the Strangling Demons territory. Unless you have over 100 points of intuition dodge and escape skills, dont even think about it!

  At this critical moment, Ravens mind was racing, trying to recall everything about the Strangler.

  The world of Azeroth was once home to a powerful human empire called Nerath, which at its peak spanned tens of thousands of square kilometers. Within its borders, civilization and knowledge flourished, including the study of magic. Mages and engineers made progress in their research on golems, especially those imbued with autonomy.

  Three centuries passed before King Iohir III began to sponsor the Imperial Guild of Technicians - an independent body of master craftsmen chosen by, but not answerable to, the king. The goal he set them was to create a highly adaptable construct - an artificial being capable of sentience without the need for binding an immortal soul or elemental spirit. Ideally, this construct would be able to complete its mission autonomously and learn from it.

  Iolairs son Elidyr succeeded him after his death, but the craftsmen had not yet completed their work. The constant turmoil in the barbarous regions within the Empire made the purpose of the work shift to serve war. He needed soldiers, not just ideal assembly body magic images.

  To achieve this goal, Elgoroth used the kings power to order more alchemists and soul researchers to be involved in this research.

  In order to achieve their goals as quickly as possible, these adepts did not hesitate to imprint the knowledge of machinery into their very blood and souls. Thus, the machinists emerged as a new branch of adepts.

  Under the leadership of the Imperial Artificers Guild, the first creation forge was quickly completed, and the first mass-produced war golem was created. However, Elidrils demands caused a split in the guild. A group of dreamers wanted to create the assembled body imagined by the late King Ilichir. This group of artificers left the guild with a batch of technicians, taking away the technical copies used to create the golems.

  In any case, Elgoroths preparations for war were far-sighted. The Nefarian Empire soon found itself embroiled in a massive conflict with humanoid creatures and demons from the wilderness. The king allowed nobles to be exempted from their duty to fight for the empire if they paid the costs of manufacturing the mechanical men that would take their place.

  The imperial treasury of Nefaria supported the construction of more assembly soldiers. Throughout the empire, even those treacherous mages and engineers were using their creation furnaces to manufacture various golems for winning the war.

  Undoubtedly, the golems that did not fear death and injury played an extremely important role in the confrontation. With them, the Nerath Empire won victories. But after the king and his successors, as well as several of the most influential leaders died, the empire quickly collapsed, falling into a maelstrom of factional struggles and territorial disputes. The creation forges were sometimes used by some small nobles for very amateurish purposes. The remaining golems were recruited into new armies, enslaved, or left to their own devices.

  Decades later, regional wars died down due to trade shrinkage and the consolidation of local nobles status. The Niras Empire eventually split into many independent nations separated by vast wilderness. Nevertheless, a considerable number of magical images survived, although the most intelligent batch of mechanical magical images had almost been lost in battle.

  Thousands of years have passed, the Niras Empire no longer exists, and in some corner of the world, a small number of creation furnaces are still working, constantly producing new magic images. The descendants of the Imperial Technician Association still use their old titles to produce new mechanical magic images, which are sold through black market merchants to armies, nobles and all forces that can afford them.

  The most common type of defensive magical constructs are those that can only accept simple commands, and when placed in the right location, they can be more disgusting than a road-blocking evil dragon.

  If this is a mass-produced magic image that only recognizes dead logic, Raven is doomed. If its a high-intelligence version of the magic image, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

  Forget it!

  Come on! If it doesnt work out, then die!

  As the golem was about to attack, Raven shouted in Nalassian, the ancient language of the long-lost Nalassian Empire: "Aso midu, toron ka!" Meaning "Dont shoot! Friendly fire!". Moreover, to intimidate the golem, Raven added a superior tone to his words, characteristic of a master artificer.

  The Strangling Demon Statue really stopped, and the energy cluster at the eye position flickered.

  Suddenly, a length of cord on its body twisted into a string of Narsil script, roughly translating to: "Who are you? I sense no authority passing through you?"

  "Ding!" The system prompt sounded.

  "You have activated the skill performance! At this moment, you are possessed by the shadow emperor, and your performance will determine whether you gain death or opportunity."

  "You activated the skill Deception! You give a non-magical hint to the Strangling Demon Statue, disguised as a member of the Black Tide faction."

  "Due to your possession of the skill Persuader, the other partys suspicion towards you decreases by 20%."

  "After swiftly activating his skill, Raven continued in the Nefras language, I am Raven, a special envoy sent by His Excellency, the great and supreme Black Dragon King Lucian*Dar*Kazakal. Due to the treachery of the Goddess of Wealth, Wogin, our Black Scorch Cult was ambushed and our followers were slaughtered, our priests threatened with death. Thus, I have been dispatched to meet Chief Priest Fakalin in the Black Dragons Secret Path. Due to the urgency of the situation, I did not bring any proof of my identity."

  Lei Wen said everything about Hei Sun in his memory. If there were no accidents, the names of Black Dragon and Zhai Shi should match.

  As soon as I finished speaking, the system on the other side sent a prompt.

  "You strangled the opponent with a rope, believing your words. With your erudition and perfect Narsis language, you successfully deceived an opponent far stronger than yourself. Your performance skills have been greatly improved, current skill level is 45. Your bluffing skills have been greatly increased, current skill level is 33."

  As soon as the hint came out, Ravens quick-witted little heart also shrank back, and the cold sweat on his back was so much that it could rain.

  The giant skull of the hangman nodded, and the long rope twisted into a sentence: "Understood, you are indeed the special envoy sent by the master. I will add a pass for you. In front of an hourglass, I also received a notice from Lord Ludi, who has just entered the tunnel with Lord Fakalin and his entourage. You can choose to wait for him here or enter the tunnel to greet him."

  This is a difficult decision. The Strangler has considerable wisdom, and if Raven ambushes the Black Sun cult in the tunnel as planned, he wont be able to get out from this side. Coming out with a dagger stained with the blood of the Black Sun sacrifice will definitely trigger an attack by the Strangler. Leaving from the entrance of the Golden City, there is also a possibility that he will encounter the mercenary group pursuing the sacrifice, which means danger and trouble.

  If they didnt go in, Raven had even less confidence in ambushing a group of crazed enemies fleeing for their lives in open terrain.

  Whats wrong?