This "who" sound exploded like thunder on the ground, coming without any warning.

Aaron didn't know whether the visitor hiding in the night was frightened, but he was sure that he was.

This loud shout even made his eardrums swell slightly.

At this moment, Ruosiqia let out a sigh: "There are actually drow elves here?"

Aaron was slightly surprised and couldn't help but follow Reynold's line of sight.

In the introduction of Sartre and Alice, the drow are an underground creature, a certain elven tribe that was exiled to the underground world by the elven kingdom thousands of years ago.

According to legend, they originally believed in some unnameable evil god, which led to their collective betrayal of the spirit of nature.

In the end, with the joint efforts of the kings and priests of the Elf Kingdom, this tribe was forced to be branded with a curse that was branded deep in their blood—not allowed to touch the sun forever.

Because of this curse mark, many people call drow elves dark elves or dark elves.

Once exposed to sunlight, their blood will gradually boil and eventually vaporize.

Due to this curse seal, most drow elves only move in the underground world, and few elves dare to come to the surface.

After all, according to Sartre's description, the drow's vision has transitioned to low-light vision and even infrared vision based on heat perception in years of darkness.

In the underground world, these types of vision are certainly feasible, but if we come to the surface...

It was okay at night, but during the day, the dazzling sunlight was enough to make the drow blind.

Even in Badibila, which is said to have a secret passage connecting the underground world, drow are rarely seen.

I didn't expect to see drow at this time...

"Boy, find a way to save this drow. I'll be useful."

Ruosiqia, who rarely asked, finally spoke at this time.

"It depends on whether he cooperates..."

"His breath is weak now. He has obviously been severely injured. Don't tell me that you can't handle this."

Ruoskia, who is in the soul state, can directly sense the opponent's state compared to Renold.

It was also because of the poor condition of the drow that Ruosiqia dared to ask Aaron to save the drow.

As well-known as the drow are for their shady nature, they are also known for their cunning, fickle, and even treacherous nature.

According to legend, the evil god they believed in was eager for betrayal, keen on killing, and advocating conspiracy.

What works first and what works next.

His followers, the drow, are also eager to use an unexpected betrayal, a well-prepared murder, and a strategizing calculation to offer the most delicious food to their Lord.

Compared to the Dark Territory, where betrayal and lies flow in the air, Badibila, where the desperate people on the continent gather, is simply a gathering place for five good young people.

No one knows betrayal better than drow, and no one wants to be backstabbed by a drow.

Just when Aaron was thinking about this, a slightly thin figure stumbled away from the grass blades and was exposed in front of everyone.

This is indeed a drow elf with dull silver hair, and his elf bloodline allows him to still retain long and pointed ears.

It turns out that appearance has nothing to do with skin color.

Even though his face is dark, his face is still exceptionally handsome, not diminished by his skin color at all, but has a different kind of beauty.

Just as Ruosiqia said, his condition was particularly bad and he was even on the verge of collapse.

The unknown leather armor was covered with dark red bloodstains, and from time to time a line of blood would appear from the gaps.

The small half of the armor was illuminated by the firelight, and one could even clearly see the blood dripping silently.

Rather than saying that he rushed in, it would be better to say that he jumped in.

Under the gaze of everyone, he fell to the ground helplessly, not even reacting for a few breaths.

If it weren't for Ruosiqia's repeated confirmation, Aaron would have even thought that he was hopeless: "Can this really be saved?"

Just by looking at the amount of bleeding on the armor, you can tell that after suffering such a serious injury and still running so desperately, the last trace of potential in the body has been squeezed out.

They don't have panacea like Blazing Sun Potion, they only have some relatively common healing powders, which at best can only stimulate the recovery of wounds. They can treat skin wounds, but they can't cure fatal injuries.

"It looks like the situation is a little worse than I imagined..." Ruosiqia said lightly, "But this kid's aura is quite strong. Maybe he can be saved."

As if to confirm the old man's words, the drow lying on the ground stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to drag his body forward.

A string of vague Elvish language came from his lips.

"It's hard to hear clearly. The language of the drow elves is different from the ancient elven language underground, but it sounds like this kid is an exile from a certain drow elves family..."

Ruosiqia casually translated for Aaron.

As he struggled and exerted force, the wounds under the leather armor seemed to have opened a lot, and a pungent smell of blood floated out, mixed with the aroma of the broth in the pot.

"It depends on whether Reynold is willing to take action. The blood-eater's many evil spells can easily save this drow elf. Well, it may not be possible..."

When he thought of something, Ruoskia rejected his idea.

"So, do you want to save him or not?"

"Find a way to get Reynold to do it. You owed me all the way before, and this time I have repaid the debt. Since I come from the Dark Territory, I think I can get a lot of myths and legends from him. The Tower of the Moon has a lot of knowledge in this regard. There is really very little research…”

It took Aaron a long time to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

It sounds simple, but how do you get Reynold to do it?

After all, Ruosiqia had indeed made few requests before, and Aaron was really embarrassed to refuse.

Moreover, the drow's current serious injury did not allow him to dwell on it. He could only bite the bullet and said to Reynolds: "Reynold, do you think... can you save him?"

"Save him?" Reynold retracted his gaze towards the direction in which the elf was coming, and looked at Aaron with some surprise, "You don't know his identity?"

"Of course I know...but, he is useful to me."

Ignoring the confused looks from Garcia, Alice and others, Aaron could only grit his teeth and insist.

Reynold frowned and looked at Aaron suspiciously, "I heard that the drow seem to be good at confusing people. Are you confused by him?"

However, he thought of something and deliberately looked at Aaron's chest, with a smile on his lips.

"As a mercenary, of course your employer's opinion comes first. It's not impossible to save him..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone and said leisurely, "I just have to pay more."

As he spoke, he glanced again at the place where the drow came from.

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