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"Before I came to Half Moon Town, when I was an adventurer, I once went into a dwarven ruin and fought the snow elves. They have low eyesight, but their hearing is extremely sensitive, and their hearing allows them to discern the location of their enemies without eyes. The Scout Captain was honest about his opinion of the Snow Elves.

"What's even more difficult about them is their poison, a poison that is exhausting. If you are not careful, no matter how strong a warrior is, he will lose his strength all over his body. People with deep poisoning lose their vitality and die within a few minutes. The captain said this, and secretly glanced at Robben, obviously disagreeing with what Robben just said to rush out directly.

Wei Xu didn't expect that there were actually people in his team who had fought with the snow elves head-on before, and he was very surprised to glance at the scout captain: "Then what do you think should be done?" ”

The scout captain's eyes suddenly darkened when he said about this place, and he said slowly: "The team before me basically escaped from there after the whole army was wiped out, all under the leadership of a thief...... Although the snow elves have a strong sense of hearing, they are not as good as stealth masters, and they can come face to face with the snow elves without being detected. The thief was the one who made a noise in another place to attract the snow elves, and that's how we got time to escape......"

"So, I want to bring them all in, and then rely on the adults to order these dwarven spiders to make noise around them, and I will lead the scouts to lurk around and wait for an opportunity to shoot them with bows and arrows."

Wei Xu pondered it for a while, and felt that this plan was the method that could control the casualties to a minimum at present. He had wanted to prepare a thunderbolt and lightning bolt inside the door and wait for the door to open and throw it in. The casualty rate of this method tends to be close to zero, but you will definitely take a lot of attacks during the casting process. Spells such as Thunderbolt are only useful under certain circumstances, as the caster cannot move when cast. In this case, you are a living target.

Of course, it is better to have a more useful way, Wei Xu does not want to die young, although he is sure that he will not be injured, but he is also sure that he will be pierced into a hedgehog by random arrows.

"Very well, what's your name?" Wei Xu is still quite satisfied with this answer.

The scout captain looked flattered and replied with a bit of a trill, "Yolde, Yolde Sarmanfit, my lord." ”

"Well, okay Yorde, I'll be under your command later, and I'll work with you to open the gate and make those dwarven spiders make noise." Wei Xu gently patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

"Yes!" The scout captain named Yord was very excited about Wei Xu's "intimate" behavior.

Retreating into the shadows, Wei Xu gestured to Yorde. After receiving Yord's response, he sent an order to Blackball......

There were only two dwarven guards left outside the door, and the snow elves were excited to dismantle the machines, and one by one they howled and rushed up.

What was also puzzling to them was that the two enemies actually retreated. They slowly stepped back, and with the soft thud of the giant yellow metal door, the door they had attacked so many times finally opened.

Such a good opportunity, the simple-minded snow elves will naturally not let it go.

Their hatred, the hatred rooted in their blood, was surging, and they rushed in, into this place that their ancestors had resented, and destroyed everything in it! This is the culprit who turned them into this! Kill, kill, kill!

"Squeak ......" a metallic screeching voice recalled, and the heavily fanned gate slowly closed after all the snow elves rushed through the gate.

"Click......" dense voices sounded overhead, behind, in front, and all around. This is like the sound of spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, that is, ordinary people will feel numb when they hear it. Not to mention these snow elves whose hearing is different from that of ordinary humans!

A snow elf with a strange staff couldn't help it first, and raised his hand to throw an ice pick above his head. A dwarven spider fell in response. These dwarven spiders used as porters don't have much defense or attack, and one icicle is enough to make them fall apart.

The snow elf mage's ice pick spell sounded the horn of battle, and those snow elves also began to shoot the arrows in their hands, some hit, some missed, and the speed of the dwarven spider greatly reduced the effect of these long-range strikes.

In the midst of the sound of metal colliding, there was a sudden sound of metal entering the flesh. Normally, this sound would have alerted the snow elves, but at this time, a dense sound filled their ears, and this abrupt sound was mixed with other sounds, slipping away from the ears of these snow elves without attracting their attention.

This was followed by another sound of metal entering the flesh, followed by a series of metal penetrating the flesh......

He didn't have a name, and he was doomed to have no name since he picked up the staff that had been handed down from his ancestors. A sacrifice of a snow elf tribe does not need a name, and no snow elf dares to call a sacrifice by another name. The mission of the sacrifice is to lead his people to attack those who have the smell engraved in their memories, to destroy everything underground that makes a metal crashing sound, and to destroy the underground castles.

A few days ago, his people discovered this fateful enemy's fortress and captured it! Destroy it! This is the instruction of the ancestors! This is the long-cherished hatred, endless hatred!

Finally, under the desperate attack of the clansmen, the gates of the castle were opened......

Yes! Ancestors! Did you see that?! Do you feel it?! Slaughter! Destroy! Everything that belongs to that race must die! Die! Die! Die! The only way to end all this is to exterminate the race!

What's the situation? He suddenly found that the sound of metal clashing around him had disappeared, leaving only the hateful and piercing "click" sound!

He tried his best to open his eyes, and in his blurred vision, a dark shadow in front of him suddenly became higher, and a new smell appeared on the tip of his nose, which was mixed with the blood of his own people......

Is that?

He suddenly felt his gaze spin and the sounds around him gradually moved away from him, what happened?

That's absolute darkness, no...... That's not darkness! The life of a snow elf has always been dark...... In the darkness, he saw a glimmer of light. Ah, this is the feeling of light, so warm, so comfortable......

In that infinite light, he suddenly saw a man with white hair, a handsome face, and a suit of gray-white armor. The man smiled at him, his broad palm gently caressing him......

The familiar smell made his eyes sour, who had never felt like tears before—that was ...... Ancestors! (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.