Just as warhorses and professional riders are to human armies, the Black Lizard is one of the few beasts suitable for medium-sized humanoids to be domesticated into mounts in a special underground environment such as the Dark Regions, while the Dark Elf Lizard Cavalry is famous in this dark underground world.

The drow knights, who were straddling the saddle, grabbed the reins with their off-hand and lifted their weapons in their main hands, a special long-edged spear with a slender tip that took up almost half the length of the weapon, and the design of the blades on both sides gave the impression that this weapon was a hybrid of a sword and a spear, which not only retained the penetration of the cavalry when it charged, but also gave it a sword-like deterrent that could be slashed left and right by the wielder.

They seemed to get the next step quickly, and they didn't give the team more time to react, and the next second they immediately took advantage of their condescending height advantage to charge at everyone-

The ground seemed to tremble at this moment. The footsteps of the black lizards swooped down the slope of the hill, and the rolling sound fell on everyone's ears like thunder, like a torrent that was leaning over!

Urs gritted his teeth and took a breath of cold air, the cross-sword in his hand was still subconsciously clenched as when he fought against the gray dwarves in Palomet City, but the voice in his throat immediately followed and quickly shouted to wake everyone up: "Get out of the way!" ”

He opened his mouth and roared at the same time, changed the sword to his right hand, and without hesitation, his free left arm pinned Xia to his shoulder, startling the wolf-eared girl's breath, and then saw that his companions around him had all taken action, and the calmest of them even dared to perform a group acceleration spell for everyone before the enemy rushed over.

That is, what the thieves and part-time workers commonly call "smearing oil on the soles" - slipping away!

Toyab's blessing, the squad in a state of panic for a short time, three seconds later, almost brushed shoulders with the billowing smoke and dust from the drow knights' mounts.

The team of lizard cavalry stabbed through the place where everyone had just been like a sharp cavalry lance, and several Drow knights on the side of the tail raised their long-bladed spears in their hands, trying to use the inertia of high-speed movement to help cut off the heads of Urs and Thea.

The arrogant and ruthless Drow knights saw that the young man and the wolf-eared girl were the last to avoid them, but unexpectedly, the black-haired young man looked back, and two terrifying red lights accompanied his gaze and pulled out a pair of hideous killing intent - the "return salute" that followed after the killing intent was a sword that was slashed out with an arm flick motion!

The sword tore through the wind, and the long, straight side blades erupted with devastating destructive power driven by brute force, like a scythe harvesting ears of wheat, knocking out the several spears swung by the opponent in unison, and pulling down the drow knights who were riding on the lizard's back.

Urs's blood-red eyes, which had turned into berserk mode, saw the fallen knights lose their balance in horror, their stirrups hanging from their feet attached to their bodies, most likely dragging them to their deaths with the lizard's mounts.

He cursed in his heart that these guys deserved it, and then withdrew the cross-sword he had drawn out in the direction of the force, and did not dare to relax his steps to carry Xia to keep up with his companions who had been slightly away at this time.

After a condescending onslaught, the Drow Knights quickly branched off, turning into two detachments that attempted to turn around each side of the Thorn Squad.

"Urs, what shall we do?" Thea lay on the young man's shoulder, and her mind flashed back to the memories of when she and the latter had escaped from the snowfields of the Northland, and then shook her head to suggest that she was paying attention, and tried to calm down to ask the latter what he thought.

She clutched her emblem bracelet tightly with her five fingers, thinking about what magic she should perform next, only to hear Urs's seemingly unhesitating answer this time, "Run!" ”

"Run to the cramped corner!"

Although he was unwilling to bow his head and admit cowardice like this, Urs still knew that the impact of hordes of cavalry was basically impossible to withstand by flesh and blood in the era of cold weapons before the maturity of gunpowder technology.

Because it is common sense on the battlefield to know this, and the enemy seems to be prepared this time, it is difficult for Abel and Dorothy's powerful spells to grab a more comfortable spell casting space under such passive environmental conditions, and the young man does not want his group to be planted in this ghost place far from the surface under the instigation of enthusiasm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was trying to signal his companions to find a narrow place to avoid the lizard cavalry's assault tactics, but he didn't expect a scream from Bellingeris to suddenly come—

"Yikes!"

"Little girl?!" Koto, who was closest to her, hurried to turn back at the moment of the cry, and found that the reckless little dwarf girl had actually fallen at this crucial juncture.

The underground area of the barren rocky hills is not very flat, and from a bird's-eye view, you can see the undulating arcs of the hills, and there are many scattered gravel slags and pointed stalagmites protruding from the ground.

It seems that it was because she accidentally kicked a stone that got in the way that she fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Urs, Thea, Stonefist, Crow, and Dorothy's gaze quickly shifted to Koto's attention, and their hearts suddenly tightened, and even the mechanical mage, who had been calm and calm from beginning to end, seemed to be stunned for a moment when he turned around, and then stretched out his big hand to cast the "mage's hand".

It was going to bet on the little girl's weight to see if it could pick her up in the air.

At that moment, however, Koto threw away the tomahawk in his right hand, and together with his left hand, pulled upside down from the arm ring on the back of the fortress's shield, and bent down as if he hadn't thought about it—and picked her up from the ground in one gulp.

"Mr. Koto?!" Bellinglith's body lifted off the ground, her small hands clenching the magic guide in her arms, and she couldn't help but stared at the bearded face of the dwarven warrior with wide eyes.

She almost froze, her fear swept away by some inexplicable touch, and a thought suddenly popped up in her blank mind.

This... This...... Isn't this a princess hug from a fairy tale?!

King... His Royal Highness the Prince......

Thinking of this, her face turned red, and she didn't know whether the expression on her face was stiff or surprised, but she looked up and saw the dwarven prince with those resolute eyes with a look of trustworthiness in her, and a heroic declaration that was almost handsome on the edge of the multiverse in her heart: "Don't be afraid! Dwarves don't leave their companions behind! ”

Then, with the strength of his arms, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Hearthfire Clan unexpectedly threw the little girl with a slight decrease in his balance, and took her in with a container hanging from the back of his armor.

Belling Liss was delicate and lightweight, and was stunned by Koto's sudden strange behavior of throwing and catching, and said in her heart, Your Royal Highness, what's wrong with you?

What acrobatics were you doing?

Koto couldn't hear her confused voice, and after catching her with the container behind her, he quickly picked up the axe and shield that he had thrown on the ground in the last second, and reminded her out of kindness: "Hold on to Xiaomeng!" Don't fall out again! ”

"Xiao Meng?" The little girl blinked, and then, as if reacting to something, looked down at her feet—

The metal underside of the inside of a large tin saucepan.

This......

His Royal Highness the Prince...... You're so witty.