Andris swears that he has never faced such a difficult enemy in thirty years since becoming a professional.

Ferocious, ruthless, and deadly.

As a former adventurer who had been co-opted by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was obscene enough and scoundrel enough when he fought.

However, compared to the elves in front of him, he felt that his previous self was too chivalrous......

These long-eared screaming ears rarely fight one-on-one, and seem to have long been accustomed to group fights.

Whenever Andris was about to break out of the encirclement, several elves rushed up and blocked him......

He even heard their excited, excited shouts:

"Be careful! He's going to run! ”

"Stop this little boss!"

"him!"

Andris: ......

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start......

These elves are not only obscene.

They are still strong.

Very strong.

Just by fighting, Andris can perceive the opponent's solid combat experience.

Not only are they of high rank, but they also seem to have experienced countless battles.

Every time Andris made a shot, the elves would be blocked just right......

Fighting them gave Andris the illusion that he was facing the old slippery mercenary leaders who had been on the brink of life and death for many years.

However, Andris knew that such a mercenary could only be tempered by years of fighting in the sea of swords and fires.

But these guys in front of you are not those mercenary leaders......

They're elves!

Recognized as the least combat-savvy elf of the intelligent race!

However, it was these elves who had been taunted by Andris countless times in private, but now they appeared in front of him in a way that he had never imagined......

Fierce, cunning, crazy.

Even if he had already learned from some news channels of the Chamber of Commerce that the elven mercenaries who emerged from the underground war were strong, Andris did not expect that the other party would be so difficult.

However...... These elves are not only strong individually, but also very cooperative.

They usually form small groups of five people.

And there was always a hard bone in the group, heavily armoured, armed to the teeth, so Andris couldn't find a place to chop......

This elf may not be strong in combat, but its ability to resist beatings is simply terrifying.

Whenever Andris was about to fight hard, the hardcore would step up and block all his deadly attacks.

And the other party, at most, is to squirt a mouthful of blood, and the next second is immediately alive and laughing and continuing to fight.

When Andris has just unloaded one force and the next force has not yet been raised, the surrounding elves will seize the opportunity to rush forward......

Each of their moves beckoned to his deadliest and most unguardable place.

However, the level of these elves is not bad at all.

In fact, many of them are not below Andris at all.

The sudden attack of such a presence is very difficult to guard against before the strength is raised.

With almost every attack, Andris adds new wounds to his body.

This almost completely passive style of play made Andris uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

However, there are more disgusting ones.

Behind the elves besieging the hunting party, there were still men in priestly robes.

Whenever an elf was injured, they would chant a spell and cast magic to heal it.

The magic in their hands is even more powerful than that of the pastors of the Eternal Church, and the results are almost immediate.

In Andris's cognition, the injury would take at least ten days and half a month of recuperation, and it would heal in an instant after a holy light.

The terrifying speed of the healing made Andris feel horrified.

None of the elves fell, but there were fewer orcs and mercenaries following Andris......

As he continued to fight, Andris felt his strength getting weaker and weaker, and even the wounds on his body were a little numb.

"Elves! Do you dare to go head-to-head one?! ”

He roared reluctantly.

Andris, however, only received a smirk from the elves.

That's right, smirk.

It was hard for Andris to imagine that the word would appear in the elf.

But looking at their excited and slightly crazy smiles, and the cheers or regrets they let out whenever the orcs and mercenaries were killed, the expressions that didn't care about killing and death made Andris feel extremely frightened......

He has been wandering the continent for more than thirty years, and he has seen too many people, too many races.

He's seen guys who like to fight, and he's seen cruel guys.

However, of all the intelligent races he had ever seen, he had rarely encountered a guy as crazy as the elves in front of him.

Some people kill for wealth, some people kill for status.

However, these elves in front of them, their eyes only have excitement and bloodlust.

They...... It's for pleasure.

It seems that in their eyes, they are not enemies, but toys to get pleasure.

A similar look that Andris had only seen in fanatical cultists and the colored dragons that teased their prey......

At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves were called evil elves by the inhabitants of the underworld.

But it was too late.

There were fewer orcs and mercenaries accompanying them, while more and more elves besieged Andris.

And if there is any comfort that these elves comfort Andris, perhaps it is that it is the five elves who besieged him from beginning to end......

The later elves surrounded him, but they did not make a move.

If they had made a move, I'm afraid Andris would have died on the spot.

And just when Andris thought that this was the last conscience of the elves, he heard the other party talking to each other again.

"Why haven't you finished the fight yet? You're so slow, do you want to help? ”

Not done yet?

Andris was a little stunned.

He subconsciously swept left and right, but was stunned to find that he was the only one left who was still fighting at some point, and there was no longer a single human or orc standing behind him.

For a moment, Andris's heart was cold.

And the voices of the elves continued:

"No way, this guy is a bit powerful...... Don't steal heads! It's ours! ”

"That's right, we've been fighting for a long time, don't grab experience!"

"Hey, one silver has been fighting for so long, Brother Cai."

"It's an elf monster, okay?!"

Elfs?

Is this talking about me?

Andris couldn't understand the words in the other person's mouth, but he inexplicably felt insulted.

He wanted to roar and fight again.

However, the blood loss of the transition has long since left him with no strength......

After resisting a few times, the long sword in his hand was finally picked away by the elven warrior in heavy armor with a loud shout, and the next second the other four elves swarmed up and stabbed him into a hedgehog.

Andrews opened his mouth, spurted out only a mouthful of black blood, and knew nothing.

At the last second of consciousness, he was left with only one thought:

It's a pity that those three elves haven't been sold yet.

It's worth a lot of money......

……

The one-sided battle ended in less than ten minutes.

Players in good form begin to clean up the battlefield, while players with more serious injuries are once again treated by Priest players and Healing Specialization Druids.

The black dragon Merrell, who turned into an elf, sighed while watching the players laugh and scold:

"Every time I watch them fight, I always have the illusion that this is a group of demon-possessed guys...... Going against this group of guys is really eight lifetimes of blood mold! ”

After speaking, it looked at the red dragon Tiberia on the side and explained:

"By the way, 'blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes' is a famous saying in the hometown of the Chosen One, which probably means that this person is very unlucky and unlucky."

Tiberias: ......

Seeing the red dragon's somewhat speechless expression, the black dragon who was showing off his little knowledge from another world was a little disappointed, but it quickly coughed dryly twice and asked again:

"How? Do you feel like you've turned your perception upside down? This bunch of guys...... They are no ordinary elves at all, they are a bunch of lawless bastards when facing their enemies, vile and shameless, cruel and crazy, and it is difficult to associate with the image of being flattering and extremely friendly to you in the Elven Forest......"

After listening to Merrell's words, Tiberia's eyes gradually lit up, and his gaze towards the players was full of brilliance:

"Isn't that great?"

"Uh...... What? ”

Myrell felt herself choke.

"I mean...... Isn't that great? ”

Tiberias repeated.

After speaking, it looked at the players, and its expression gradually became excited:

"Ingratiating and obeying internally, cruel and murderous externally...... This is the perfect servant I can imagine! ”

Merrell: ......

Servant?

You're just a tool dragon that supplies scales and saliva to others.

It complained in its mind.

And after complaining, it seemed to remember something, and it suddenly joined the player, and shouted at the same time:

"Whoever has captured beautiful gems and cute gold pounds can go to Merrell and exchange them for shiny scales!"

This cunning bastard!

The red dragon's expression changed, and then his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted:

"What it gives, I give twice!"

Merrell: ......

……

Players giggle as they clean up the battlefield.

And the team leader Xiao Xianmeow looked at the guild members with a look of unfinished business:

"These orcs and human mercenaries are too vegetable, aren't they? I remember they weren't very strong? ”

She had thought how powerful monsters could be.

Seemingly...... That's it.

If you knew this, you don't need to ambush at all, you can just push it flat.

And looking at the equipment all over the place, the cooing bird shook his head:

"It's not that they're weak, it's that we're getting stronger."

"Are we getting stronger?"

Little Salty Meow raised an eyebrow.

"However, the mission level of the Death Desert is level 40, and I really thought that we would be in a vicious battle, but I didn't even have time to put a few fireballs, and they all fell, which was too unsatisfying."

"Come on, it's a good thing you didn't put a few more fireballs, otherwise we would have fallen."

The optimist laughed on the side.

"Get out! Hurry up and clean up the battlefield! ”

Little Meow raised her staff and slapped his ass hard.

"Ouch!"

The optimists let out a cry of pain, laughed and ran away.

"Hahahaha......"

The other players around let out a burst of cheerful laughter.

Everyone laughed as they picked up the equipment dropped by the orcs and mercenaries after they died, and from time to time someone made a surprise noise when they found gold pounds or other knick-knacks, and then ran to Merrell and Tiberia to ask for credit.

And at this time, suddenly several players shouted excitedly:

"President, President! There are three more alive here! ”

"Hahahaha! Laughing to death, they fell to the ground and pretended to be dead...... Don't you know that those we kill will be 'ruined'? ”

"There's something about this AI design, it feels like it's showing off my IQ."

"Hahahaha......"

Hearing the player's voice, Xiao Xianmeow forgot about the past and saw that it was two human mercenaries and a half-orc.

The three of them looked frightened, their faces were pale and trembling, and their eyes were full of horror as they looked at the players.

"Huh? Alive? ”

Xiao Xianmeow was a little surprised.

She thought for a moment and walked up to a few people, who were even more frightened when they saw her coming.

Although they were pretending to be dead just now, they could see it clearly.

Of all the elves, this petite and cute elf is the most terrifying......

She made a big fireball and directly burned the three mercenaries into charcoal!

"Fine...... Elf-sama! Other...... Don't kill us...... Don't kill us...... We surrender! ”

The mercenary hurriedly begged for mercy.

And after listening to the other party's words, Xiao Xianmeow's heart moved, and said:

"Yes, but tell us everything you know about the Death Desert, and the orc tribe nearby."

Dragons can fly, making them a good means of detection.

So, players have long known that there is a tribe of orcs nearby.

It's just that I can't tell how many people and how many strong people are inside, so I came up with this idea to lure the snake out of the hole.

After listening to Xiao Xianmeow's words, the two mercenaries were pardoned, and then under the angry eyes of the only half-orc, they confided all the news they knew, including all kinds of experiences in the half-orc tribe......

"A thousand people, four or five hundred orc warriors......"

Little Salty Meow was thoughtful.

"It's a small tribe, you can fight, and if you sneak attack at night, you feel like you can take it away in waves."

Hulu, who was listening on the sidelines, said.

"I think so."

The optimists agreed.

Even the boxed lunch, which had not spoken, nodded secretly.

"Then let's sneak up tonight......"

Xiao Xianmeow finally made a decision.

"That'...... How many of these people? ”

The optimist asked, looking at the two mercenaries and the orcs.

"Ahem, I'm still close to making the cut, can you give it to me? I can divide the equipment a little less. ”

He asked.

Looking at his bright smile and his white fangs, as well as the long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, the human mercenaries and orcs turned pale.

However, Xiao Xianmeow shook her head.

I saw her carefully examine the mercenaries and orcs, and look at their bodies and muscles that were much thicker than those of the elves, and her eyes lit up slightly.

She suddenly threw out a skill [Eyes of Faith] that she had gained after studying the priesthood part-time, and looked at the beliefs of several people.

No surprise, it's all red.

It's a Thakken.

However, it is light red.

"Shallow Believers......"

Little Salty muttered.

Then, I saw her show a sweet smile and look at the three of them.

However, the words spoken were like those of the devil:

"Abandon your faith, and I can consider sparing your lives."

And the other players were stunned:

"Poof...... Salty Meow, do you really want to let them go? ”

"This is the enemy."

"Yes! A Black Iron Mercenary has a lot of experience points! ”

However, Xiao Xianmeow shook her head:

"Who said they were going to let them go?"

"Not to put it back?"

Other players are even weirder.

"If you don't put it back, do you want to bring it back?"

"The Elven Forest doesn't allow other races to enter, right? This is the enemy'......"

"That's right! Don't reveal the secret of the goddess...... Oops! Why are you pinching me! It won't be exposed, and the keywords will be blocked! ”

Players are gossiping.

And Xiao Xianmeow shook her head:

"Who said they were allowed to enter the Elven Forest?"

"It just occurred to me that there seems to be a shortage of miners in the Rivendell Mine in the Dark Canyon......"