Unlike the wide surface of the earth, the complexity of the dark area is unimaginable, and there are no hundreds of tunnels, fissures, and karst caves interspersed with each other, and no one knows what they will encounter in the next second after turning this intersection.

In order to deal with the assassination of the Drow elves "above board", the Red Dragon Legion had to be held together in strict defense.

The firewood crackled and burned, and Warwick stared warily at the possible darkness at the crossing.

None of the scouts sent out returned, and he had no doubt that every pass around the Red Dragon Legion's camp was firmly occupied by those hateful rats.

In other words, the Red Dragon Legion is now in a state of semi-surrounded surveillance, and in the face of the complex terrain of the dark region, the Red Dragon Legion's best style of play cannot be developed.

- Some tunnels are even half a person high, and the drow elves can get through unhindered, but the strong red dragon clan can only watch with their eyes.

It stands to reason that in the face of this situation where the forces are divided by the terrain, the best way to deal with it is to find an open field that is large enough, or use the "Encirclement of Wei to Save Zhao" and directly choose to attack the "Crystal" to force the enemy to fight a decisive battle.

But the wisdom of the true dragon is beyond the imagination of a dull gnoll, and Warwick does not dare to speculate casually about His Majesty's intentions.

He could vaguely feel that the great dragon king had "made a move", but he didn't know what the specific situation was, so he had to wait with peace of mind.

Where there is light, there are shadows, and in this complex environment, even if the cave is lit up by a dozen campfires, there are many shadows.

Sharp stalactites pierced through the vault like sharp swords, their roots buried in the deep darkness, and the ground was also a variety of gigantic stalagmites of all sorts of strange shapes, and the shadows were stretched out on the backlit side.

Honestly, this can't be called a good place for any army, but it's a paradise for assassins or killers.

Steppenwolf, who were resting on the ground, suddenly raised their heads vigilantly, their noses sniffed restlessly, and it seemed that other creatures had broken into the cave, but in their field of vision, everything was normal.

Warwick habitually sat on a tall stalagmite, where he could see all the wolf cubs in his clan, and the five forks in the cave that looked like a stomach pouch.

He suddenly sensed that something seemed wrong with the flow of air around him, and the three tentacles that replaced his right arm were wriggling strangely, and the fine scales covering them were standing up vigilantly.

The shadows that permeated the cavern made him aware of the danger, and he felt a chill down his spine and his hair stand on end.

He subconsciously rolled to the side, but at that moment a sharp arrow suddenly tore through the air, bursting out of the shadow behind him blocked by a stalagmite, grazing Warwick's cheek and burying into the darkness above.

The shadow seemed to fade a little when the blow missed, and Warwick's tentacles flung out almost simultaneously, slamming a drow elf out of the shadows!

Obviously, every intersection is strictly guarded by the jackals, but he doesn't know where these cunning guys come from, and they also simulate the dark enchantment into the shape of a shadow and hide it themselves, so clever assassination methods can't help but make him feel a chill rise in his heart.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, his head might have been pierced by an arrow like his thirteenth concubine.

Standing only about six feet (1.8 meters) tall, the Drow was no bigger than Warwick's calves, and his tentacles were much thicker than his waist.

He was holding a crossbow in his hand, a pure gold dagger at his waist, a black magic cloak on the outside, and a silver chain mail on the inside, which were completely different from the drow elves he had caught before.

Warwick immediately realizes that this is the elite warrior of the Drow Elves!

Barely giving the Night Assassin any room to resist, Warwick strangled him to death.

The social system of the dark elves is destined to be a group of crazy people who can give their lives and souls for the glory of the Spider God Queen.

Even if they were to be arrested and tortured, they would only be forced to bite through the poisonous sacs hidden in their teeth, and they would not be able to ask for the slightest useful information.

"All on alert!"

Warwick tossed the Assassin's corpse aside as he let out a low cry.

One by one, the gnolls reflexively swung their weapons and claws into the shadows beside them, some of them swung into the air, and some of them slashed the real thing, and blood and screams bloomed in the shadows.

At least dozens of drow elves were pulled out and then pounced on and bitten to death by the frenzied gnolls, torn to shreds.

Perhaps even this group of Night Assassins did not expect that this group of monsters would react so quickly.

Warwick looked up at the dome tens of meters high and shrouded in darkness, and he wondered if the dark elves could quietly infiltrate the camp of the Red Dragon Legion, would the layer of darkness above his head also ambush an incalculable number of rats?

Warwick had previously scrutinized the Dark Elves' mounts, the Underground Lizards, which had three-toed feet on their limbs and could fly like spiders without causing any movement.

The more he looked at it, the deeper his brow furrowed, and the more suspicious his heart became, the gnoll man also had dark vision, but that layer of darkness seemed to block the light, like the thickest ink, blocking the invasion of his vision.

This phenomenon is no stranger to him, it is the talent of the drow elves, the dark enchantment, but the dome tens of meters high is far beyond the attack range of the monsters.

What to do?

Warwick turned his head to look at the manticores snoozing on the ground, their slender tails endened in clumps of spikes that shimmered in the light of the fire.

Isn't this the perfect means of long-range strike?

Warwick grinned and laughed silently.

As we all know, a manticore clan is comparable to a mighty army of 1,000 archers!

He would never forget how many casualties the manticore's rain of arrows had caused to the Red Dragon Legion on the Green Hill battlefield, and countless Red Dragon Clans had been shot into hedgehogs in an instant.

He quietly sent the order down, anyway, it only took a few hours for the bone spurs at the end of the manticore's tail to grow back, and it would not be a loss to give it a try.

Dozens of manticores suddenly raised their tails at the same time, and a dense rain of arrows burst out, tearing through the air with bone spurs, and emitting an indescribable roar of arrows, almost covering the dome above their heads!

A series of terrible screams came from the darkness above, and Warwick's contorted face sneered, and it seemed that he had guessed correctly, that the cowardly rats were hiding there waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Drow elves who were shot like hedgehogs fell from the dome dozens of meters high, and even if they were not killed by the manticore's tail thorns, the only breath they had would be smashed into the mud.

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