An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"Satisfy you, buddy."

Noshir loosened the two broken arms in his hands and threw them on the ground casually. The assassin's arm was torn off by this huge force the moment he was knocked away by Noshir.

Now the enemies seemed to be completely wiped out, but Noshir still did not relax his vigilance. His past life in the wilderness taught Noshir that he must be cautious when fighting in unfamiliar places, because predators would never come out from the front in broad daylight.

Noshir kept observing the surroundings. Although there were many torches in this room, not many were lit. Fortunately, his dim vision could see through the darkness.

So he was just alert to the possible dangers in the looming darkness, while approaching the few people lying on the ground, wanting to check their injuries. However, just as Noshir turned around and wanted to approach those who fell on the ground, his keen sense of smell smelled a bloody smell that did not belong to humans.

He suddenly realized something, and immediately focused his devilish yellow pupils, relying on the not-so-bright firelight to get rid of the black and white picture brought by his own dark vision talent.

He looked at the bodies lying on the ground. The assassin's disguise was fading, revealing the ugly and slender body of the shapeshifter. The gray blood gushing out of the wound was the shapeshifter's unique gray blood.

Noshier immediately jumped back a few times away from the people he wanted to check and help. He now suspected that some of the people lying on the ground might be disguised by shapeshifters.

"We just killed three, and there is another upstairs, but there are five hostages here. If the shapeshifter's plan is to infiltrate here in disguise, then this number is a bit wrong."

Noshier switched his perspective back to dark vision again and began to carefully check the surrounding environment. Soon he found that there were signs of turning in the haystack on his left hand side. He walked around the people lying on the ground, pulled out his battle axe from the wall, and then slowly used the battle axe to push the haystack away.

A slender half-elf was lying weakly in the pile of weeds.

Noshir immediately turned around and threw the battle axe in his hand at the half-elf lying on the ground on the other side. This made the "half-elf" roll over and stand up instantly, trying to avoid the attack.

He dodged, but not completely. The moment he stood up, the battle axe passed directly under him and cut off his calf, which made the shapeshifter scream miserably.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The shapeshifter with his calf cut off fell to the ground helplessly. He directly showed his true form and crawled on the ground with his remaining limbs, trying to stay away from Noshir.

At this moment, his heart was filled with grief and anger. The original plan was not like this!

His original plan was to let his three men disguise as assassins to hold hostages. Before, his other shapeshifter companion had said that the man above was from Cuilv Xianting. Using hostages to threaten such a kind-hearted fool has always been very effective, so if he can be dealt with directly with this trick, everyone will be happy.

But if that person showed that he didn't care about the lives of these people, his men would negotiate with him. At this time, I, who had disguised myself as a half-elf, could sneak attack him when he let his guard down, using my claws soaked in creeper mucus! As long as I scratched him, he would definitely fall to the ground!

This plan should have worked! But no one expected that guy to be so reckless. He attacked directly before he said two words, and almost instantly dealt with his other three men, which scared his brain to death.

So even if that person reached his attack range for a moment during this period, he didn't have the courage to sneak attack him. He could only lie on the ground helplessly, praying that the guy didn't find the guy hiding in the haystack.

Then, in less than five or six seconds, the guy took back his weapon, found the hostage he had hidden, and attacked him without hesitation, and cut off one of his calves!

"Ahhhh! No! I can't die here! No!"

And Noshir just stepped forward lightly, raised his leg and kicked him in the chin, kicking him nearly a foot off the ground, and completely fainted.

Noshir didn't choose to kill him, because he still had questions to ask him. He deliberately spared the assassin's life upstairs for this purpose, but he was a little careless at the time. He was not sure whether the assassin was dead or not. If he was dead, wouldn't the information be completely gone?

So it's better to keep this monster alive for the time being.

Noshir held the battle axe tightly in his hand, and the innate ability of the tiefling itself, the red flame slash, was activated. The flames surged from his hand and burned the originally black steel-colored battle axe directly red, and then directly stuck it to the cross section of the deformed monster's calf wound to stop the bleeding.

"Uh uh uh, ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Bang!

Noshir punched him directly on the head, helping him to achieve physical sleep.

As long as there is no fierce battle, even in a violent state, Noshier can remain relatively calm. In this state, Noshier's control of his own strength is still quite good. He knocked him out almost instantly without endangering his physical and mental health.

Probably.

Bang!

"Flame Fist! Everyone, stop it--Heim, damn it! What happened here?!"

There was a very rough sound, which sounded like the door was violently kicked open, followed closely by the sound of the Flame Fist's rough law enforcement.

Nohir, who was under the cellar, finally relaxed a little when he heard this voice. After he relieved himself of his violent state, he dragged the innocent victims to the corner with some effort and leaned their backs against the wall, keeping them facing each other. Comfortable position.

The mucus secreted by the scavenger carapace has a very strong paralyzing effect, but it will not cause death by itself, and it will not even cut off the person's sense of pain. It will only make the person unable to move or speak at all.

This kind of thing itself has no antidote, but as long as you don't continue to take this kind of thing, the effectiveness of the mucus will generally diminish to almost nothing in about half an hour.

"Don't worry, the paralysis effect will end soon. The sound of my previous fighting has attracted Yan Fist. They should all be upstairs now."

Nohir said to Ensor, and at the same time pulled out the holy symbol representing the emerald green garden from his neck again.

"I am Nohir Temariti from the Emerald Garden, so please do not doubt my identity. The reason why I know this location is because Master Harxing, who is also from the Emerald Garden, got it by asking Ms. Jahira. I hope this information about this stronghold will dispel your concerns."

Ensor blinked at Nohir, his eyes showed gratitude, and Nohir just nodded and said to him.

"You're welcome. You should help your allies. I originally came here to seek help from the Harper. This encounter was just a coincidence."

"You guys sit here and have a good rest. I'll deal with those flame fists."

Thanks to Hidden Gun, I Am the Sword Master, I Will Deng Qingming, Liangyue Yitou, Star Warrior 99, Wuxin, Mr. Crow 79, Thank you very much! ! !