Urs neatly pulled his cross-sword from the two dark elves whose chests were neatly pierced, and kicked the corpses that were in the way to the side, and then turned his head with his scarlet eyes, and saw that the surrounding place had been shrouded in the magical dark curtain of dark magic, and all the remaining drow warriors in the hall were approaching him.

One, two, three, four...... He gritted his teeth with a hideous face, and his eyes counted the enemies he needed to deal with next.

Four in total!

"Uhhh

Counting the number of enemies, the black young man let out a frenzied sigh of rage, roaring like an enraged beast!

He clenched the hilt of his sword, his left hand down, his right hand up, and he sank his left knee and left shoulder in the face of the three drow warriors who were approaching him, and the cross-shaped two-handed greatsword suddenly stood erect on his shoulder like a banner pole.

Approaching in front of him, the three drow warriors raised their sharp scimitars and slashed at him from three different directions, from top to left.

Urs gathered his momentum, and the right arm that led the attack of the weapon immediately burst out with the power of the muscles, and the blade of the giant sword immediately followed the arrow step of his right foot and the twist of his wrist in the dark air to fold a beautiful curve into a horizontal and swept forward!

The dark vision provided by Shadowscaly made him fearless of the darkness, and the sweep of the greatsword swept from right to left at his angle.

The male drow warrior who rushed to Urs's right hand was the first to suffer - before the scimitar in the man's hand could slash down, or retract for an urgent parry defense, the young man's cross-sword immediately rammed into the side of his neck, and the terrifying brute force drove the blade to tear his neck apart!

The skull tilted and spun into the air, and the headless corpse followed the inertia of running a few more steps before falling.

The greatsword's slash was unstoppable, and then it slashed slightly downward into the left arm of the next dark elf—

"Smack"!

Simply and rudely break through the armor and squeeze out a beam of blood that shoots out deep into the muscles!

The drow warrior in front of Urs frowned in pain, screaming and trying to control the scimitar in his right hand to aim at the young man's head and continue to swing down, but the greatsword that slashed at his left arm was simply unreasonable!

The side blade of the sword body bit directly through his left arm like the teeth of a fierce beast, and the next second it slammed into his chest, so that it was stuck between the two ribs and split his heart in two, until it hit the bone surface of the thoracic vertebrae.

Humanoid sapient beings in their living state are unable to continue their activities even after losing their hearts or brains.

Confirming that the two enemies that had been slashed by him were dead, Urs's cross-sword, which was holding against the second drow warrior's thoracic skelet, immediately continued to force in the direction of the slash, pushing the dark elf's immobile body towards the body of the third enemy!

The deaths of the first two companions gave the third drow time to react. Relying on the combat skills he usually trained, he took a side step to the side in time, and his feet stopped his forward pace with a sharp brake, waiting for Urs to slash at his corpse with a sword like the hammer of a war hammer!

The air flow scraped across the cheeks –

The drow warrior who had been lucky enough to dodge the blow seized the opportunity, and the scimitar in his hand had just steadied, and now it slashed back at the young man's shoulder in a slashing arc, and the curved blade successfully hit the cloak of Shadow Scales draped over it, but failed to penetrate.

"Ha......" Urs lowered his head and let out a breath of rough air wrapped in murderous intent, and then raised his fierce eyes, and was about to dispose of the remaining dark elf in front of him, when he suddenly saw a sudden crossbow arrow shoot in his face from the side of the drow warrior!

The bolt was fired by the fourth drow warrior who didn't charge at him.

His eyes widened and his reaction was swift, and his head quickly fell to his neck, and his body fell back like an arched bridge, causing the sharp crossbow to make a straight trajectory in the pitch-black air, almost touching the tip of his nose, and by the way, he also dodged the pursuit of the third drow warrior adjusting the scimitar and sliding it towards the side of his head, only to see the blade swept against his face—

The curved scimitar danced in the crow's hand, and the boots of freedom made the black-robed Miss Poet immune to the entanglement of spider webs.

She swooped into the crowd as if she were stepping onto a dance floor, Karpass's flaming scimitar rising with enchanting fire to accompany her rhythmic steps, the fiery curved blades slashing in symphony with the armor of the grey dwarves and the strings of the dantsel wrapped around the blades, the high-frequency music of the metal ringing like invisible blades cutting the eardrums of every grey dwarf soldier!

The Stone Fist also fell into the other pile of gray dwarves who had just thrown the alchemy bomb from Bellelis the moment before, and seized the opportunity of the evil dwarven soldiers to be frightened by the continuous flickering spell and alchemy bomb to start his assault and attack.

The electric claw fist covered his hands and rattled!

The half-orc warrior monk took a deep breath the moment he landed, crouched to his feet, and then smashed countless flashes of lightning from his hammer-like fists on the metal armor of a pair of dwarves, and the internal force of his qi and his fists struck at the same time, piercing through the armor like a bucket and into the body of each dwarf he hit!

If the two knives of the crow are playing a dance of death with a splash of blood, then his actions are a violent aesthetic of what is called fist-to-flesh - although he is actually very calm, and his swift punches seem reckless, but in fact he carefully judges the timing of the attack.

As a result, the enemies on both sides of the dwarven warrior's body were killed by Miss Poet and the orc warrior monk for a while.

Then the white glare lasted for a moment and immediately dissipated. The gray dwarves came to their senses, and the surviving hands blinked, and now the numerical advantage of their side had been sharply reduced to the point that it was not so obvious!

"Quick! Separate a group of people to the barracks! As a result, several of the more senior fighters among them realized the seriousness of the problem.

The adventurers of the Thorn Squad are not numerous, but the advantage of individual strength and tactical understanding in teamwork far outweighs the disadvantage in numbers!

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the grey dwarf warriors immediately wanted to evacuate the scene, so they ran to the city's barracks to call for reinforcements.

"Abel, someone wants to escape!" Soros's heterochromatic vertical pupils radiated an alert gaze through the gap in his helmet, and he immediately summarized some of the enemy situations he had detected into a simple reminder and conveyed it to Abel through a psychic link with the mage master, "The direction of the door—"

"Understood." The machine mage is still as calm as ever, or he can't be impetuous, because of his special physiological structure.

It turned its head towards the door of the banquet hall, and its steel arm showed no hesitation, and then reached out towards the two closed hall doors a little farther away and cast a spell—

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