"Eh, I'm not dead."

At this time, the elf player who had passed out because of excessive blood loss also woke up, glanced at the corpse on the ground and the half-elf next to him, and asked suspiciously, "Did you kill this boss?" ”

"Yes."

Sherlock was still thinking about his next plan, so he didn't want to say anything, but the elf player got entangled when he learned that he had come to the rescue.

First, I thanked him again and again and said that I wanted to give a gift, then I asked for an ID, and I added friends, and finally it developed into a team to discuss the escape plan.

It would be much better to have an extra man than if he were to act alone, provided that the ID was named 'Wings on the Clouds' and that the warrior who called himself 'Chicken Wings' could do his bidding.

"Sherlock, I have an idea, I've heard from the caretakers that there are a bunch of ghouls and a phagosome trapped on the first and second floors of this ruin, and if we find a way to get them out, we can escape while there is chaos."

Brother Chicken Wings looks quite unreliable, but I didn't expect his brain to be quite useful, and he was still in the mood to listen to NPC chats in this environment.

Sherlock had indeed discovered something strange in the upper two floors before, and there was nothing strange about the ghouls on the first floor, but it was a bit unexpected for him to have a phagosome trapped on the second floor, no wonder the smell of blood was so strong.

"Let's try it, let's find a way to get rid of the six guards on this floor first."

It's hard to kill these six guards, but the most important thing is whether you can keep them all here, as if one of them runs back and sounds the alarm, they will face a siege of more than a dozen NPCs.

When the time comes, Sherlock is not sure to guarantee the life of each NPC.

Turning into Winks again, he opened the door and walked to the next cell.

"Come in, all of you, Lord Silai has something to say to you." With that, ignoring the caretaker's banter and complaints, he turned and ran back.

The boss Taiwen was not there, and the guards did not dare to disobey the will of the drow elf, so they discussed it and walked over.

"The movement just now is big enough, looking at his small body, sooner or later he will have to be sucked dry."

"Shhh

"Got it, eh, it's not our brothers' share to play, it would be nice if we could get over it."

As he spoke, several people walked into the hall with a smile that was not in their eyes.

With a squeak, as the door closed, the hall without brazier lighting was instantly plunged into darkness.

"Eh, Lord Silai, I don't know what to do with us." In the face of darkness, people always have a hidden fear, especially at this moment, the hall full of blood is constantly echoing with a soothing song, and the temperature in the air is much lower than outside, no matter how you look at it, it reveals a seeping weirdness.

"Lord Xilai, can you light the fire, Xi, Lai......"

At the moment when several of the guards fell into a state of confusion, a long sword stabbed out, and it was none other than an elven warrior hiding behind the door.

Sherlock, on the other hand, was chanting the Ice Mist Technique not far away, choosing this spell not only for damage and control, but also with the idea of lowering the room temperature, at which ordinary torches should not be lit.

The six men were all elite monsters, three warriors, two thieves, and a warrior monk.

There is no doubt that the battle should give priority to the fire thieves, but in the dark, the elves have no dark vision, and the chicken wings can only wave their colorful long swords and slash indiscriminately, anyway, there are enemies all around, and if you cut it, you will earn it.

Affected by the dual control of the Voice of Charm and the Ice Mist, it was not until six seconds later that these guards regained their ability to fight, but they also had no dark vision but were unable to fight back.

"Disperse everyone!" I don't know who shouted, and several people scattered.

The task of the chicken wings is to guard the gate, of course, it will not chase out, and the rest will depend on whether this druid is bragging.

Seeing that the time had come, Sherlock put away the Winter Snow Scepter, turned into a blue frog and rushed to a figure beside him.

It doesn't matter if you can't see it, just hear it, with the listening bonus, his blind fighting ability is not bad, at least much better than these elite monsters, two scimitars continue to be handed out, bringing up pieces of damage.

With the help of silent steps, these guards could not catch any trace of him at all, and could only rely on random movement in vain to try to get rid of this hunter in the shadows.

Dozens of minutes later, with a scream, the last warrior monk also died under Sherlock's shuriken.

"Brother Frog, it's amazing, I knew that the druid was so fun, so I wouldn't play this stupid warrior." Seeing that the other party really singled out the six guards, the chicken wings were also surprised to close their mouths.

Sherlock didn't care when he got the nickname of Brother Frog, and after Sanqi finished sorting out the garbage equipment in one place, he went to check on the situation in the cell.

"Adventurer, are you here to be sent by the Chamber of Commerce to rescue us?" A middle-aged man, who was obviously dressed more exquisitely, asked excitedly.

The rest of the people shouted together, hoping to take them out of the ruins at once.

"Quiet, I was indeed entrusted to rescue the merchants trapped here, but the guards on the upper two floors have not yet been resolved, if you still want to go back, just stay here and wait for me." Sherlock snapped, "Wings, you're here watching them, I'm going up." ”

There were 18 more guards on the first floor, including the guards at the door, and it would be much easier to solve it with the help of that phagosome.

It's just that the phagosomes are not something to mess with, they are not very evil creatures, but they have a strong desire for bodily fluids, especially the blood of intelligent creatures.

There are so many people in this ruin, and there is also a Drow priest among them, and this strength still hasn't been able to clear the phrass entrenched on the second floor, so you can imagine how strong the other party's strength is.

After combing through the battle plan again, Sherlock came up to the second floor.

There were also only two rooms on this floor, one for the crane workshop where he was now, and the other in the left corner of the hallway.

In his half-cat form, he walked forward with his own steps, bypassing the broken limb that had fallen to the ground, and he saw through the crack in the door the amoeba-like lump of flesh, its eyes and mouth flickering on its body.

The phagosome is an extremely family-loving creature, and it will not leave its lair unless it is forced to do so, so if you want to lure it out, you have to spend some money, and the blood of other creatures is estimated to be tempting enough, and the bottles of blood led by the dragon orcs that Tian Ling'er gave him before are just usable.

Enhanced: Wind Thunder Shuriken!