Half-elf Ranger

Among the underground ruins, a shape resembling the deepest part of the ruins of a temple.

The humble bonfire burns with unknown fur fabrics, dispelling the darkness while giving off a sickening stench.

In the deepest part of this room, there is a crude throne made of gravel, backed by an ancient and dilapidated altar, and the majestic dragon sculpture has long since collapsed due to dilapidation, and was randomly discarded on the ground full of filth.

A Rat Man with a lean body wrapped in a dark black chainmail shirt was lying on the throne, with Erlang's legs crossed, playing with a sharp dagger with a spider pattern on his face, standing on his left and right sides. Six similarly dressed Rat Man guards.

"Sand, sand, sand..."

At this time, the slight footsteps made by stepping on the gravel caught the unreliable gaze of the Rat Man leader.

I saw him immediately put the sharp short sword into the scabbard around his waist, stroked the thinning hair on the top of his head, and followed the footsteps.

However, when he noticed a figure shrouded in a black cloak walking slowly. He shook the jagged whiskers, his nose and mouth twitched involuntarily, and a pair of mouse eyes with dark circles flashed a hint of fear.

Immediately after that, he got up and greeted the approaching shadow.

"I am willing to serve you, noble lady." The Rat Man leader bowed deeply and said in a shrill voice in the not-so-fluent Common Tongue.

The figure hidden in the black cloak sniffed the disgusting stench of air around it, and the pale red eyes noticed the garbage, rotting meat and half-eaten kobold corpses everywhere on the ground, and could not help frowning.

So he immediately pulled up his cloak to cover his mouth and nose to block the stench here.

Afterwards, she cast her pale red eyes on the respectful Rat Man leader in a condescending manner, and exuded a voice that made people drink a sip of ice water in the heat of the summer: "Leader of the Stubborn Rat Man, you know what I'm here for."

Hearing the cold voice, the lean body of the half-bent Ratman leader trembled, so the fearful Ratman leader did not dare to raise his head, with a flattering tone, he said respectfully:

"Of course I know that being able to come here for a noble lady like you is really a blessing to my humble family. Don't worry, I have sent the messenger from the black dragon girl... that **** black dragon, and you will see their bodies soon. ."

"No, no, I suddenly changed my plan." The figure shrouded in the cloak shook his head slightly and made a cold voice.

When the Rat Man leader heard the words, he couldn't help but suddenly, as if he had expected something bad to happen, but his narrow rat eyes stared at the gravel on the ground and did not dare to speak.

"I think it is the most correct choice to let the messenger of the black dragon **** return to their territory safely." The figure shrouded in the cloak sneered and said in a light tone:

"In this way, they will immediately know the betrayal of your stumptooth ratmen, and then descend the flames of fury in this disgusting cave of ruins.

When their attention was drawn here, our troops took this opportunity to break through that bitch's defense, Chief Stump Fang, what do you think of my decision? "

"Noble lady, your decision is really too wise." After listening to the other party's statement, the Rat Man leader couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and immediately forced a smile and complimented in a flattering tone.

"But my rat-man cavalry, I am afraid that now the messenger sent by the black dragon has beheaded under the sharp scimitar." The rat-man leader raised his inner doubts.

"So, I have sent my family's most elite drow warriors to stop all those who try to sabotage my plan." The cold voice floated to the ears of the Rat Man leader, causing the leader's body to tremble again. .

"There is a very bad news to report to you, noble lady." The Rat Man leader hesitated for a while, and finally chose to speak.

"Speak." Black Shadow responded casually.

"The entrance to the surface was found in this underground ruin, and six surface creatures came to explore here yesterday. They also killed the strongest assassin of my Remnant Fang tribe." The Rat Man leader counted the ground. The number of gravel on top, while telling the truth.

"The entrance to the surface?" The shadow paused for a while, and was silent for a long time, as if whispering to himself: "I haven't come back to meet for so long, could it be that the people of Qianzhihe Squad encountered an accident in the fungal forest? It's a pity for me. The tauren just tamed..."

"Guard the entrance, don't act rashly, I will go back to the family to report this matter to the mistress." Then, the black shadow glanced at the rat man, gave an order, and then said with a hint of evil charm in his tone: "I'm a little sleepy after a day's drive. Arrange two people to come and serve me."

After speaking, Sombra gently took off the cloak, revealing pointy ears, dark skin, and long withered white hair.

Obviously, this is a female dark elf.

Then the dark elf's pale red eyes glanced at the Rat Man leader and added:

"Remember, it is the strongest, and it has to be washed clean. If I am not satisfied, then you will serve it yourself."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole person disappeared into the dark shadow.

"Go and call the two most powerful Rat Man warriors in this clan, and take the two bottles of potions as well." The Rat Man leader looked at the dark elf disappearing without a trace, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. , commanded to the subordinates beside him.

Seeing the Rat Man's subordinates leave in response, a ferocious spider figure suddenly appeared in the Rat Man leader's mind, his expression flashed with fear, and he whispered to himself: "I hope the two of them drink the potion to make her serve her comfortably. ."

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In the dim underground ruins, the fluorescent flora glowed with pale blue light, reflecting the three figures who were fighting together pale and illusory.

During the fight, the sharp blade and the sharp blade kept colliding with sparks, and the metal also screamed in protest.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Star!”

At this moment, a group of fiery white light suddenly exploded, instantly flashing the surrounding environment like daylight.

Once again, the slaughter scene of wielding swords and flying cloaks was illuminated.

"Squeak..."

The few ferocious rats who were hiding in the dark and greedily staring at the corpse were suddenly blinded by the white light. They screamed and turned around and disappeared into the thick darkness.

Thorne looked at the blinded drow and was about to complete the final harvest.

Suddenly another long sword stabbed from the right side. He realized that this was a deadly attack. He reacted quickly. The long sword in his right hand immediately slashed down, smashing the deadly point of the sword to the ground, and the long sword moved upwards. Turning over, wrapping the sharp blade around, driving the drow elf to raise the sword and retreat.

Then the dagger in his left hand slashed like lightning, slashing through a cold light, directly severing the muscles of the drow elf's sword-carrying arm. The painful drow elf screamed, but never dropped the long sword in his hand.

However, this did not allow him to resist the long sword that was killed in the screaming sound. In the blink of an eye, the drow elf's chain armor was pierced by the demon-slaying long sword wrapped in pale orange fire, and blood spurted out of his chest like a piece of blood. , followed by a blow of the beheading sword, and the drow elf's head with a fearful face flew into the dust.

When the drow corpse fell, another drow who had recovered from blindness came again.

The drow wielded two scimitars and slashed directly towards Thorne's neck. Thorne was short and avoided the blade, and then immediately stood up again. The sword pierced at the same time.

However, the drow elf did not stop because the attack was avoided by Thorne. The drow elf rotated his body in a circle and used the scimitar in his right hand to defend the defense. Put them all in with the daggers and throw them aside at the same time.

Afterwards, the drow immediately changed the angle of the scimitar in his left hand and made it slash at Thorne's head.

However, Thorne's hands are brought closer together by the drow's block, so his weapon becomes more offensive.

He saw the short sword in his left hand swinging upwards, blocking the machete that was slashing at his head, and the long sword in his right hand clenched tightly, suddenly exerting force, mercilessly piercing the drow elf's chainmail shirt and piercing his abdomen.

When the drow endured the pain in his abdomen, he also slashed the scimitar in his right hand to his abdomen, but Thorne, who had extraordinary agility, moved faster.

He clenched the two sharp blades in his hands and fell directly to the ground on his back. While dodging the slash of the machete, he pulled out the long sword that had penetrated the belly of the drow elf, and his feet also kicked the drow. Elf's wound.

"Clang!"

The drow staggered backwards, throwing away the scimitar in his right hand, clutching his abdomen that was penetrated by Thorne, and blocking the rolling blood. , he fell to the ground and died.

The target is dead!

Extract the target's soul energy and gain 7200 experience points!

Through the perception of battle, you get 1000 practice points!

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"Whoo~"

Thorne looked around vigilantly and found that there was no longer any danger. Then he took a deep breath, inserted the long sword in front of him, and sat on the ground casually, calming his undulating heart.

Just now, he faced six drow warriors with superb swordsmanship, and three of them had reached the third rank.

If it weren't for the moment when the two sides contacted, he was caught off guard by a flash, which caused all of them to lose their sense of proportion, and took advantage of the situation to kill two of them.

Then, just relying on the little fur swordsmanship he learned from the wandering swordsmen, he could not resist the siege of the drow elves at all, and could only use the nine swords' moves to fight guerrillas.

However, he was quite satisfied with the battle just now. After all, apart from using the "Flame Star" and the protective force field, he hardly used any moves. With only his combat experience and shot speed, he solved these superb swordsmanship Zhuo. Martial Artist.

However, in the battle just now, in order to kill these drow warriors, even all the protective force fields on his protective ring were exhausted by him, which means that he must be extra careful in the next exploration.

After all, even a drow warrior above the third rank, as long as he hits the key, he will die, not to mention his second rank little ranger.

The only thing that made him happy was that there were no spellcasters hiding in the dark among these dark elves, and he was not harmed, otherwise even if a wound was casually cut by a drow warrior, the drow smeared on their blades. The toxin will also instantly affect his actions.

Even if he has the Steel Soul faction's moves to avoid these poisons, at the most critical moment of the battle, as long as he is slightly distracted and paused, the most deadly attack will greet him.

After resting for a while, Thorne glanced at the direction where the kobold warlock disappeared, thought about it, and finally gave up the plan to follow.

There is the black dragon's territory, and he just frightened the other party just now, and now he believes that the most important thing is to complete the reconnaissance mission and join everyone together.

Then Thorne put the long sword in the scabbard, scoured the corpse for the spoils, and disappeared into the pale blue fungus along the traces traced by the Rat Man cavalry.