"Hurry up! Hurry up! Jalaso shouted. He moved his arms quickly, daggers spurting down on the killers who were moving, flipping, dodging with a stormy attack.

Entbrili wielded his jeweled dagger and a longsword—a drow-forged sword he didn't really like—flipped up and down as he parried the onslaught. As he moved his feet, he struggled to find some flaws in Jalaso's near-perfect defense, which was becoming more invulnerable with flying daggers.

"Flawed!" Drow shouted, one, two, three...... Countless daggers attacked without pause.

Ntreili drew his sword back, knowing that his opponent's estimate was correct. So he rolled over on one side and avoided it, while using his arms to tightly protect the fatal part of his head.

"Well, that's a good job." Jalaso praised. By this time, he had already made a gesture to his feet, and the dagger struck him, stabbing into the cloak that floated behind him.

Eun Trili stood up and noticed the dagger behind his leg. To avoid being stomped by it, he tossed his dagger in the air, then quickly pulled the cloak off his shoulder, and prepared to toss it aside with the same swiftness.

In a flash of inspiration, he withdrew his cloak, then retrieved his deadly dagger and gritted it between his teeth. He slowly waved the drow magic cloak and made a nice shield, confronting the drow in such a way that it went around a half-circle of arcs.

Jalaso looked at him, smiling, "Live," his approval palpable. "The mark of a true warrior." As soon as Drow withdrew his hand, he immediately waved his arm again, and another quartet of daggers fell on the killer again.

Eun Cui immediately threw up his cloak, spun it around, and then took it firmly in his hand. Then he did a sharp backflip, and then landed steadily, the cloak in his hand. Look at the dagger again: one sank deep into the floor, one grazed Entrili's head and flew out, and the other two ended up in the same way as the previous one, piercing into the fibers of the cloak.

Ndrelli continued to swing his cloak, but due to the weight of the three daggers, it was not as far as it had been. "This shield may not be so good either." Jalaso commented. "You're talking better than fighting," Enttrili sneered unceremoniously. "That's a terrible combination."

"I say because I enjoy fighting, my friend." Jalaso replied.

His arm was retracted, but Ntrili was ready to assault. He stretched his arms as far as he could, so that the cloak would not stump on him. In an instant, Entreili had rolled down in front of the mercenary chief, greatly narrowing the distance between the two.

Jalaso flew out a dagger and bounced off Ntreili's back, but at the same time, the drow's mercenary commander took a dagger from his magic belt, snapped his wrist, and with a spell, the dagger extended into a long sword. Ndrielli had already rushed forward, his sword striking straight into Jalaso's abdomen, and Drow deftly dodged it.

Ntreili continued to hold a lower position and began to glide forward, swinging his cloak in a roundabout way to tie him up behind Jalaso's legs. At the same time, the mercenary commander quickly moved his steps, but just as he was about to leave the trap, he was hooked by a dagger in his boots, and suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell backwards. While Jalaso was as dexterous as the other drows, Ntreuri was no slouch. The human rushed in front of Drow, and the sword stabbed down without hesitation.

Jalaso quickly dodged, blocking the sword with only his dagger. But to Drow's surprise, the killer's sword was knocked flying. But he immediately understood the intent of the move: by this time, Ntreili's free hand had clasped his forearm, pushing Drow's weapon far away.

And across Jalaso's eyes was the jewel-encrusted dagger that was deadly.

Ndrielly seized on the flaw and began to attack, at which point Jalaso could neither dodge nor parry. But at this critical moment, a downright and uncontrollable feeling of despair flowed through Eun Triri's body like a torrent, catching people off guard and completely unable to resist. He felt as if someone had entered his brain, blurring all his thoughts and cutting off every reflex nerve, all of which brought his movements to an inevitable halt, and Jalaso seized the opportunity to send out a dagger that struck Ntreili in the abdomen and bounced off.

The paralyzing torrent of emotion continued to run through Euntreuri's mind, and he staggered backwards. And when he didn't feel that feeling, he was confused for a moment, and then he came to his senses, only to find himself sitting at the other end of the hut with his back against the wall, and Jaraso was smiling at him in front of him.

Ntreili closed his eyes and forced himself to remove the mixed and confusing emotions from his mind. He believed that this was the result of the intervention of the Drow wizard Leckie, who had previously performed stone skin spells on Jalaso and Ntreili, allowing them to fight without fear of harming each other. But when he looked around, he couldn't find the shadow of the wizard. He then turned to Jalaso again, guessing that this was probably one of the mercenary captain's infinite tricks. And it is likely that he used the monster he had just obtained, the mighty Kash Sinibong, to control Ntreili's mind.

"It seems like you're starting to slow down, my friend." Jalaso said. "What a pity. So you're putting Trist? How fortunate it was to defeat him when he was an enemy, and for hundreds of years to come, he would still be youthful and unabated. ”

On the surface, Ndrri dismisses these words, but in reality, it all eats away at his heart. The foundation of his life was his advantage in battle, and the foundation of this advantage was perfect speed and careful preparation. Even now, as he nears middle age, he is convinced that he can defeat almost every opponent - with his mastery of combat, with his deep knowledge of the enemy, and with his meticulous arrangement of every battlefield - but Ntreili is reluctant to become sluggish. It was this advantage of speed that made every battle of his life so brilliant, and even left an indelible mark on his life. Obviously, he was extremely reluctant to lose it all.

He was tempted to refute everything that Jalaso had said, but he couldn't, because he knew in his heart that in that fight with Trist, the loser was actually himself: if not Kim Murray? Obroza's mind interference technique, Trist is sure to win.

"You're not taking advantage of speed." The killer shook his head and argued.

Jalaso took a step forward, his fiery eyes narrowing—an extremely dangerous and threatening expression. The leader of the Dark Elves had an excellent amount of self-control, and the Killer had never seen such a strong anger on such a handsome face before.

"I've got this!" Jalaso said loudly, pulling down his cloak and showing the top of the thing to Ntreili - the shattered crystal, which was lying quietly in his pocket. "Don't forget this. But even without it, I can still defeat you, though you are strong, my friend—stronger than any human I know. But as long as I have it...... You're just a human being. As long as I'm one with it, a single thought can break you to pieces. You should never forget that. ”

Eun Trili lowered his gaze, chewing on the words and tone of his voice, thinking about what it meant to have this unusual expression on that face that was always smiling. And Kash Sinibong as one? …… Just a human being? What the hell does this guy mean? Never forget that, Jalaso said, and indeed, for Ntriri, this lesson is not something that can be easily forgotten in three or five days.

When he looked up again, Ntreili saw the usual mask of Jalaso, the sly face that always had a smile on it, and it was clear to everyone who saw him that this deceitful Drow knew everything, even beyond his limits.

Seeing that Jalaso relaxed, Ntreili remembered how unusual the competition had just been, you know, the mercenary captain never competed with anyone else, and when he told Leckie to have a fair match with Ntreili, the wizard almost fainted.

Ntreili understands the logic behind it all. Part of the reason Jalaso survived was that he remained secretive, as did everyone under him. No one could even really see what the mercenary captain looked like. He always surprises his allies and enemies, bewilders and bewilders, but here, standing in front of Entrili, he exposes so much.

"Those daggers," Entreli said, relaxing, and then putting on his usual sly expression. "They're just illusions."

"Probably yes, at least that's what you think." The Dark Elf replied with his usual ambiguity.

"They're illusions," the killer restrained his emotions, "you can't carry so many daggers with you, and no magic can make so many so quickly." ”

"As much as you say that," replied Jalaso, "you heard the clanging of them as they collided with your weapon, and did feel the weight of their fall on the cloak. ”

"I just think I heard the clang," Nttrili corrected, wondering if he had found even the slightest bit of a breakthrough in the mercenary captain's endless game of guessing.

"Isn't that the same?" Jalaso laughed, but in Ntreuri's opinion, there must be some ulterior conspiracy behind the laughter.

Entreli raised his cloak and examined the daggers—indeed metal daggers, solid things—which were still stuck in the cloak, and he found a few holes in his clothes, "that some of them are apparitions," he argued without confidence.

Jalaso just shrugged, reluctant to say anything more.

Eun Trili snorted indignantly and prepared to leave the room.

"Remember this lesson, my friend, even the phantom can kill you if you believe it exists." Jaraso shouted behind him.

Ntreili paused and turned his head grimly, he wasn't used to such blatant warnings or threats, but for this particular ally, they weren't just empty looks.

"And whether you believe it or not, the real guy can kill you." Ndrielly replied, then turned and walked towards the gate.

The killer walked out with trembling hands, and despite the frustration, it all piqued his interest. Jalaso always was, Ndrielly mused, and what really surprised him was the other side of the clever and super-self-controlled Drow mercenary captain.

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