Rebirth Of The Thief Who Roamed The World

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Chapter 857 - New Race, New Class

After the sighting of the Darkwing Dragon in Sinful Gorge spread, many players flocked to the map. They varied in strength, but they all shared a common goal—Nirvana Flame!

Most of these players were Thieves. Some came to ambush Nie Yan. Others only wanted to know what he was up to.

Nie Yan was completely ignorant of the commotion outside. He calmly walked over to War God Kelo.

War God Kelo woke up as he sensed someone approaching. Seeing it was Nie Yan, his eyes flickered with a listless light, but they were still as sharp as ever.

“Youngster, you’re back.” War God Kelo chuckled. “I can sense it. You’ve removed all the seals on Zennarde’s Sword.”

“Correct, sir Kelo. I’m here to free you of your millenium long imprisonment,” Nie Yan said. With a flick of his wrist, he equipped Zennarde’s Sword. Deep azure flames blazed to life with an unworldly heat, eclipsing the glow of the surrounding lava.

“What a pure flame!” War God Kelo gasped in admiration.

“Isn’t it the evil sword of Dragon King Zennarde?” Nie Yan asked.

“A weapon is blameless. It’s a tool, no more. In the hands of a saint, this divine sword will bring salvation to the world. In the hands of a tyrant, the fiendish blade will reap the lives of the innocent,” War God Kelo replied.

Nie Yan could tell War God Kelo was wise. After being bound here for so long, he was like a sheathed divine weapon. Even if it gathered rust over the years, as soon as its blade came out, it would cut with unrivalled sharpness.

Nie Yan approached War God Kelo and slashed down at the chains binding him.

KLANK! KLANK! KLANK! The chains fell on the ground.

“ARRGH!” War God Kelo roared, his muscles bulging with unrivalled power as he sent the remaining chains flying out. His body dropped down from the crucifix. Freedom at last! Eyes shining with excitement, he raised his head to the sky and laughed heartily.

The lava chamber shook violently as if it were about to come caving in.

War God Kelo’s voice brimmed with explosive strength. However, Nie Yan, who was standing right next to him, wasn’t hurt one bit. It was clear that Kelo had restrained his voice; else Nie Yan would be bleeding from his internal organs right now.

Several hundred Thieves had followed Nie Yan into Zennarde’s Cenotaph. As they searched for him, they felt the ground beneath them shaking. Their eyes widened in alarm. What was going on? Suddenly, a powerful sound wave swept over them and sent them flying, causing them to cough out blood. It felt as if they had been struck in the chest with a hammer. Damage values of over 6,000 floated up above their heads. The weaker ones even found themselves at the graveyard!

Whose voice was that? Too frightening!

War God Kelo finally settled down.

“Please forgive me. I’ve been imprisoned here for far, far too long,” War God Kelo said apologetically.

“Don’t worry. Anyone would behave the same in your shoes.” Nie Yan nodded. He read the complicated emotions on Kelo’s face with some surprise. This was the most expressive NPC he had ever encountered. Most NPCs were fairly rigid and stiff. However, Kelo seemed almost human. It appeared that NPCs were the same as monsters in this regard; the higher level and more powerful they were, the closer they came to being truly alive

Now how can I convince him to help me defeat Angud…? Nie Yan wondered. Given he had just freed War God Kelo from a millennium of imprisonment, it was only natural that he received some kind of reward. He felt that putting forward such a request wasn’t unreasonable.