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Suddenly, the darkness around him became a little thicker.

A slight chill spread, and a needle-like murderous intention emerged from the shadows maliciously.

As Roskia reminded them, the drow had no intention of retreating at this time.

The so-called leaving is just to distance yourself and look for a better opportunity to take action.

The killing intent was so strong that everyone present could feel it.

Only Aaron and the other three looked solemn. Reynold actually just sneered contemptuously: "I said, don't mess with me."

He casually untied the giant sword, letting it fall heavily against his body, and then slowly grasped the hilt.

The evil spirit in his body finally came out, and at this moment, blood-red mist lingered around him.

After activating the aura, Reynold's already huge body expanded by more than a circle. It was only then that this clumsy and heavy-looking giant sword became truly handy.

This sword was originally made to fit the body shape at this time.

No movement was seen on his part. The mist rolled and separated into several ribbon-like arrows, all pointing at three places in the forest.

Just now, with the help of the power of that roar, Reynold had already set a mark in advance.

For an assassin, the greatest threat is when he is not discovered.

And if the assassin is found out, the fate can be imagined.

Reynold glanced at the three Aarons casually and whispered: "Don't get separated. Just stay where you are and don't go anywhere."

For the golden-level Reynold, these three drow elves are indeed not a trouble at the moment, and may not even be considered a trouble.

As long as he could stand there and quietly protect the unconscious drow, there was nothing the three drow could do.

If the two sides are in a stalemate during this period of time, there will most likely be no winner in the end...

After dawn, even if they could kill the unconscious drow in front of them, they would never be able to return to the underground world.

They're in a hurry.

But so is Reynold.

If it were revealed, it would be a shame for him, a gold-level warrior, to be blocked by three drows and unable to resolve the battle quickly in a short period of time.

What's more, he could sense that there was some kind of thick extraordinary aura on Aaron's body.

There seems to be a gold-level presence in this kid.

This battle is equivalent to two gold-level players and two silver-level players fighting against three silver-level players. It is a one-sided situation no matter how you look at it.

Of course, although Reynold asked Aaron to stay where he was, he still didn't move far away from Aaron.

His mission has always been clear. First, he must ensure that Aaron can enter Leiden City alive and safe.

Even if he could successfully uncover the drow hiding in the darkness, it would be difficult to avoid their deadly counterattack.

As a gold-level sword-type beast-blooded person, Reynold certainly doesn't care about the drow's offensive, but only the bronze-level Aaron...

He held the giant sword in his hand tightly and slowly raised it a few inches. The blood-red cult aura flowed into this inconspicuous giant sword.

It was only then that Aaron discovered that there were countless tiny grooves on the surface of this giant sword.

The breath flows into it like flowing into rivers.

In the blink of an eye, the surface of the giant sword was covered with dense, crisscrossed blood.

Immediately afterwards, Reynold waved the giant sword lightly and slashed somewhere.

The blood flowing on the giant sword vibrated together, spitting out a blood-red sword shadow.

The wind was howling, and the sword shadow was chasing the figure jumping back and forth among the shadows in the roaring sound.

Reynolds is a blood eater who believes in blood ancestors. His research on blood and sorcery makes him far different from ordinary beast blood eaters.

If the ordinary beast-blooded person can only activate the extraordinary blood in the body and temporarily obtain a certain degree of gain, at least there is a specific direction.

Then, the blood ancestor that Reynold believes in represents the extraordinary blood itself, and its blood itself has all kinds of weird abilities.

Even if he stands still, Renold can still hurt the drow in the distance.

This blood shadow suddenly split into three beams in mid-air, and rushed towards their respective targets.

So far, the drow have not removed the mark that Reynold left on them.

This is the crushing of the gold level over the silver level.

"Be careful, kid, watch your step."

However, even though the situation on the scene was great from the beginning, Ruoskia reminded Aaron loudly at this time.

"how?"

"Drow elves have always been experts at playing with shadows. Besides, these three drow elves are probably all women and loyal believers of the evil god..."

When it came to the evil god that the drow elves believed in, Ruoskia was extremely vague.

Because of the evil god they believe in, drow have a natural affinity for shadows.

In particular, the drow are still a primitive matrilineal clan, and most female drow can obtain gifts from the evil god by worshiping the evil god.

Relatively speaking, only individual male drow with outstanding talents can enjoy this honor.

Most male drow can only become servants or even heads of women, and some are even thrown into the deepest part of the temple and treated as defective products to become loyal spider elves.

Cultists who believe in the evil god can always obtain many additional abilities from the indescribable Him.

For example, the parasitism and camouflage of the human-faced rat, the creation of amputated limbs by the creeping hands, and even the creation of blood-eaters.

Manipulating blood, manipulating shadows of drow...

With the increase in these strange abilities, extraordinary beings of the same level will indeed be at a disadvantage when facing cultists.

Of course, that's all at the same level.

Ruosiqia said slowly: "Here he comes."

The bright bonfire trembled for a moment, and then an arm quickly reached out from the shadow of the unconscious drow Elf who fell to the ground.

The dagger that was deliberately blackened did not reflect at all under the firelight. Even if it was a sharp attack, under the dual effects of the special structure of the dagger and the ingenious force-generating techniques, even Alice and Ga were close at hand. No one in West Asia noticed anything unusual.

Their attention was completely attracted by Renaud's offensive, and their eyes subconsciously followed the blood shadow, not paying attention to their feet at all.

After all, those three blood shadows all pounced into the distance.

Who would have thought that in this short period of time, a distant drow would have sneaked into their side without anyone noticing, and quietly attacked their prey?

Whether it was the previous negotiations or the subsequent departure, they were all paving the way for this assassination.

The reason was for this grand yet unknown assassination!