On the 57th floor of Olin City, all the houses on both sides are closed, and the streets are empty.

Relying on the small amount of electricity from the emergency generator, the streetlights that are powered by the power emit a faint glow. Aske walked briskly forward with his sword in hand, Medea following closely behind him.

"Is it really good to split into three?" Medea smiled and said, "Aren't you worried that they will encounter an unmanageable crisis on the 52nd and 30th floors?" ”

"After all, having trained under me for so long, I have a minimum of confidence in them." Asker replied.

"Then why did you choose me to walk with you?" Medea continued.

Aske glanced at her, but didn't answer.

Medea sneered in her heart, she knew that the other party was not worried about her schizophrenic self, in case Medusa was released, it would set off an even more tragic bloody storm in the city.

But what about trust between people? Do you trust them like that, and you don't trust me alone?

She pinched the ends of her burgundy hair, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she wanted to rush up and hug him, and then explode on the spot and ascend to the sky.

Continuing on foot, the two saw a large number of corpses of combatants, first mercenaries and then Spartans, mixed with the remains of some strange creatures.

The corpse of the creature, with its sharp, horizontal ears and its hair extremely thick and unkempt, was tied up in a metal ring at the back of the head. Two pairs of eyes with four eyeballs, a bright red iris, a nose with only a bulge, and a mouth with teeth as sharp as a shark.

Dark Elves.

Unlike the "beautiful humans with pointed ears" in fairy tales, the original elves in the world of "Iron and Fire" look like this monster that is neither human nor ghost, and there is 100% reproductive isolation from humans.

Rather, the so-called "half-elves" are closer to the fairy tale description, they are the descendants of human individuals in the second period who were genetically engineered and mixed with a small amount of elven genes. A "succubus bloodline" like Medea is actually a similar product.

"These are dark elves?" Medea was thoughtful.

"Something isn't right." Aske said, "The Dark Elves are an intelligent race that inhabits the Abyss, and they have nothing to do with the Demon Tide, so they should not be here. ”

"Excuse me?" Medea immediately used her imagination, "There is a mysterious force that deliberately puts these dark elves into the city when the demon tide is set off, in an attempt to achieve some ulterior purpose? ”

"It's hard to say." Aske shook his head, "Does your conspiracy ability detect anything?" ”

Medea was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "No." ”

"Then, even if there really is a mysterious force you mentioned, its malice is not aimed at us." Aske said calmly, "We just need to clear the enemy, and then we will leave it to Olympia City to worry about it." ”

"Are you going to call the girls back?" Medea asked.

Due to the destruction of radio equipment during the Rising Tide, only Medea's psychic abilities are currently at work, but her psychic I does not have a wide communication range.

If you want to call back someone else, it will definitely be delayed for a long time.

"No, you don't." Aske said, "It's just the dark elves, they should be able to deal with it." ”

"Besides, I can't protect you like this forever."

"I'm really impressed." Medea said half-truthfully, "My heart is bumped with a fawn." ”

"Collect your girlish heart." "There's a battle ahead. ”

Medea hurriedly looked forward, and found that in the clash of swords, several Spartan warriors retreated from the darkness, led by Rudasius.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, as if the upper and lower jaws of a giant beast were chewing frantically.

"Asker!" Rudasius saw Asker and Medea and immediately shouted in warning, "Come close to me!" These monsters are good at sneak attacks from the dark! And the weapon is highly poisonous, and it is fatal to see blood! ”

"Okay." Aske said this, motioning for Medea to follow.

The two men joined the three Spartan warriors and saw a monster rushing out of the darkness.

It was a living dark elf, about seven or eight of them, and quickly pulled out the interception formation.

Their bundled hair swayed in the air, as if in stealthy communication with each other, and their four scarlet eyes swirled in their sockets.

The hands, which were as dry as the claws of an old dove, held the extremely sharpened double knives, the blades were glowing with a blue-red luster, and at a glance they knew that they had quenched poison.

“Thug-Ro-Chusta’ka！” The dark elves grinned and roared in strange language.

Thug-Ro-Chusta'ka, be a slave or die. In the forums of his previous life, Asker also knew a little about the Dark Elves.

So in other words, these dark elves are here to plunder slaves? What are you kidding, to the world's largest human transcendent city, where even the city lord is a demigod to plunder slaves?

Aske pondered for a moment and asked Rudasius:

"What about your people?"

"The rest are dead." Rudasius said, "The poison on these guys' weapons is very strong, and if they are cut wounds, they will immediately fall into a coma and die, so be careful." ”

Almost annihilated, to be able to say this so lightly, only the Spartans could do it.

In the game of his previous life, in order to hone the skills of the Nine Styles of the Stars, Aske also went to the Spartan city-state to study, and his impression of these simple and straightforward warriors was still good.

At this time, seeing that the other party's people were almost killed, Asker was a little emotional and unbearable, so he suggested:

"Or you guys go first, and leave these monsters to us."

"Hey!" Medea couldn't laugh or cry. What kind of mercy do you have!

"Sparta will never turn its back on the enemy." Rudasius replied categorically.

"Death in battle?" Asker asked.

"Even if you die in battle." Rudasius raised his sword.

"Okay." Asker sighed.

The Spartans had this temper and would not shy away from war, and he had known it for a long time.

But to be honest, it's much easier for him to fight these monsters alone than it is to team up with NPCs, who have to be distracted to protect these teammates.

These dark elves, if they are the same as the settings in the game in the previous life, should be apprentice swordsmen, and they are the existence of the third class in the dark elf clan society.

The Dark Elves apprentice swordsman, who can come out of the main plane to sweep and loot slaves, is generally Lv.3, which is about the same level as these Spartans, and has the sequences of "Sharp Weapon I", "Dodge I" and "Intuition I".

In the future, if you advance to the second tier of official swordsmen, depending on their class, they may choose to take the sequence potion of "toxin", "weakness" or "shadow".

Because of his good at combat skills and covert assassination, and in the gloomy environment where the whole city is currently blackout and his visibility is extremely insufficient, the dark elf apprentice swordsman at this stage has almost restrained the Spartan's macho fighting style to death.

However, for today's Asker, their assassination skills are completely inadequate.

After all, he is a professional player who can skip the level and kill the white-clothed assassin.