The mountains and forests under the dark night are gloomy and terrifying, and the howls of insects and beasts continue to echo in the ears. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ryan sat by the fire to keep warm, meditating while silently observing several of his companions who accompanied him.

With Negro's help, the scouts and adventurers let go of their hostility towards the Grey Dwarves, and Ryan takes advantage of their anger at the sacrifice of his companions to come up with a plan to capture the culprit alive.

Six mid-level professionals, including Negro, were successfully summoned, as well as the only low-level ranger, Keys.

Obviously, Case's racial prejudice has not been corrected by Ryan, and coupled with Ryan's previous revenge, the Ranger has a lot of grudges against him.

Glancing at Keith, who was looking at him with questioning and angry eyes, Ryan naturally ignored him as if he were just a cloud of air, and looked at another wanderer not far away.

The familiar face was none other than the adventurer who asked Ryan questions before, a mid-level professional who called himself Black Snake.

Sensing that someone was watching him, the black snake turned his head and smiled at Ryan, but the latter frowned and shuddered through his body.

The adventurers of this world are not once gamers who used to be for fun, they see risk-taking as work, gambling, and profit. Those who have been working hard outside for many years and have their lives back, not to mention scheming, but they can't be too convinced.

Black Snake's reputation was earned by walking on the brink of countless deaths, and most adventurers expected such "luck", but Ryan didn't think so. In addition to heroes, there are also deserters who can survive the war.

With the exception of Black Snake, none of the other adventurers were willing to join Ryan on this dangerous and unpaid mission.

The remaining three were all scouts brought by Negro, and their performance was decent, with excitement mixed with thick nervousness, and they didn't care about Ryan's observation at all, and their every move had completely exposed their strength.

Although he was confident in his plan, Ryan couldn't help but be a little worried after seeing such a team.

There was no sound of the wind, but there was a rustling movement from the bushes overhead, and everyone hurriedly looked up, only to see a black shadow appear in it, it was Negro who was probing nearby.

"I found it."

Negro's deep voice immediately made everyone nervous, and Ryan was surprised to see him throw down three leaves, stepped on the fire pyre, and disappeared into the darkness with his teammates.

The guerrilla groups of the Drow elves are generally composed of 1369 formations, and pursue a meritocracy policy, except in large wars, there will be no more than 10 people.

During this time, the patrol team was frustrated, and had already learned to hold together, so that a single drow had little room to play, and his actions became more and more concentrated. Ryan and the others wandered around the edge of the patrol range for several days, and passed by Zhuoer in the group several times, not to mention the shot, they were almost pulled out by others, and this was the first time they encountered a target who could attack them these days.

Deep in the forest, three drow elves were inspecting their equipment, looking leisurely and complacently looking like they were on a spring outing.

"Estelle, how many times have I told you, you have to calm down, if you weren't too impulsive just now, those humans wouldn't have had a chance to wake up."

Looking at the Drow in front of him, who almost melted into the night, while sharpening the blade, while constantly nagging, the male Drow known as Estelle was full of disgust: "It's obvious that you are too slow, it seems that the age is really different......"

"I'm your brother! You actually say that about me? ”

"If you're wrong, admit it, Esterson, that's what you taught me."

"Enough! Can you two brothers shut up?! The other drow, who sat alone on the branch above, shouted loudly, albeit in a low voice, but still audible that it was a female.

"Yes, Mistress Peel." Seeing that the female was angry, Esterson immediately put away the elder posture and bowed to the other party very respectfully. As for Estelle, he only bowed perfunctorily, his eyes full of disdain.

Drow Feminism is unjust, leaders are generally female, and only a few powerful males are given command, and even then, they are unlikely to command females.

Compared with the close-range assassination of the two Estelle brothers, Pei'er is good at long-range strikes, due to the distance problem, it is not good to command in real time, basically the task of the two of them is to attract attention and even be cannon fodder, if the two are not skilled, I am afraid they don't know how to die. Estelle had long been dissatisfied with this female, but she didn't dare to turn against her because of Estheron's resistance.

The three drows soon fell silent, their purple-black skin completely hidden in the night, and the silver-gray hair on their heads fluttered in the wind.

And this seemed so glaring in Ryan's eyes.

Negro leaned over to Ryan and almost gritted his teeth and said, "When I found them, they just took out a patrol team, seven lives, and they were gone. ”

"Don't worry, we'll retaliate." Patting Negro on the shoulder, Ryan whispered comfort. Most of the patrols were his fellow villagers, and now he was watching them killed, and it was self-evident how uncomfortable Negro felt in his heart.

After waiting for a long time, the three drow elves stopped chatting and seemed to gradually enter a state of rest. Taking advantage of the evening breeze to shake the treetops to smooth the grass, Ryan stretched out his hand and led a group of people to slowly touch forward.

Hearing the sound of leaves and weeds swinging, Estheron opened her eyes slightly, kicked her brother's ankle with her foot, and silently grabbed the short sword at her waist.

The two brothers have cooperated for many years, and they know what the other party wants to express with one look. Estelle remained motionless, as if he hadn't been woken up at all, but a closer look revealed that his hands were creeping up the hilt of his sword.

Sensing that something was wrong, Estheron quietly turned sideways and pressed her body against the trunk of the tree, and was about to make some movement to remind Pell when she was held down by a hand.

I saw Estelle grab his wrist and shake his head silently.

Estheron understood his intentions from the other party's actions, and immediately frowned, ignoring his stop, and slashed at the trunk of the tree with a sword, cutting through the dry and cracked bark, and a crisp sound reached everyone's ears.

"Huh?" The sudden sound caused Ryan's group to stop immediately, and Negro glanced back at his teammates behind him, who shook their heads, indicating that it was not his mistake.

The black snake heard it very clearly, and raised his hand to draw everyone's attention to the front. I saw Esterson turn over, just in the hands of the tree trunk.

Seeing this, everyone was immediately relieved, only Ryan frowned, pondered for a while, picked up the gum, and silently cast invisibility in the surprised eyes of everyone.