The tip of his foot was pinned into Ryan's abdomen, and his stomach cramped, and the latter couldn't help but cry out in pain, but he still waved the flame manipulator and left a scorching heat wave in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Due to the disadvantage of attack distance, Esterson could only choose to retreat, seeing that his goal was achieved and no longer entangled with him, and then ran into the distance without looking back, and did not forget to throw a few darts while turning.

Oh, it's so insidious.

Pushing aside the projected darts, Ryan didn't chase after them in the first place. He let go of his left hand, which was holding his abdomen, and saw a small notch in his leather armor, and the blood quickly stained the vicinity red.

Foot Blade!

Unexpectedly, this drow elf is not only an excellent stalker, but also a skilled master of hidden weapons.

Drow Elves

Medium-sized humanoids

Chaos and evil

Class: Wanderer Level 6 / Hidden Weapon Master Level 4

Health: 29/46

Spells: Detection Magic, Light Dance

Specialties: Agile Movement, Jump Attack, Sneak Attack, Precision Throw......

Difficulty: A bit strenuous

The slender blade shattered Ryan's intestines, causing him a sharp pain that pierced his heart, and every movement could involve the wound, which made him dare not act for a while.

Now Ryan felt more and more the importance of the dimensional container, because of the convenience and ease, Ryan only brought equipment and accessories with him, only a weapon was a flame manipulator, only a small part of the spell casting materials, and he did not carry medical supplies such as bandages at all.

If there was a dimensional container, even if it was just a cubic dimensional bag, it would be enough for Ryan to bring all the utensils.

Tearing off the inner lining, bandaging the wound simply, and seeing that the blood flow stopped temporarily, Ryan continued the pursuit with a cold face.

Esterson didn't find his brother, and of course he wouldn't let him go, taking Ryan around in circles while eagerly searching for the traces of another drow elf.

Ryan in the rear felt very aggrieved, because he knew that the other party was a master of hidden weapons, he took every step very carefully. As expected, from time to time on the ground, there will be a rudimentary trap like thistle.

This kind of thing, also known as a zama nail, is an absolute deadly threat to those who are not paying attention.

Coupled with the fact that Esterson extinguished torches everywhere he went, the environment was pitch black, making Ryan's investigation even more difficult.

That's not the way to go. Kicking the thistle away, Ryan stopped, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he immediately turned and walked in the other direction.

Soon, Esterson finally found the cell where Estelle was being held, who had been tortured by the jailers to the point of being inhuman, lying on the ground motionless.

The call of the drow elf did not get a response from the other party, and he was suddenly a little anxious, and immediately opened the door lock, probed the other party's snort, temporarily relieved, and was about to carry him up, but there was a deliberate footstep sound from behind.

Looking back, he saw Ryan looking at him with a playful face: "You're really here." ”

With his brother by his side, Esterson had no reason to run away again, so he clenched his dagger and stared at Ryan.

The latter was not in a hurry, and stroked the bright red lines on the flame manipulator's knife, as if the other party was already a turtle in the urn: "I really didn't expect you to ignore that female Zhuoer, but came to save this male, it's really unexpected." ”

Without speaking, Esterson's gaze kept moving back and forth around him, as if trying to find a flaw.

"Don't waste your efforts, if you want to get out, get past me first." Speaking of the flame man, Ryan hooked him very defiantly.

Although he didn't understand, Esterson understood what he meant from the other man's movements, and silently put his hand behind his back.

Seeing this, Ryan certainly understood what he wanted to do, and immediately sneered, and shook his left hand forward.

Secondary Phantom Tentacles!

Two long, narrow tentacles sprang out from Estson's back, one left and one right, and flung towards his body like a steel whip.

There had been a fight before, and the drow elf knew what he wanted to do the moment Ryan raised his hand, and suddenly his pupils shrank sharply, and he raised his hand and threw out a few darts, ignoring the tentacles behind him, turning into an elongated shadow, and followed closely behind the darts.

Ryan stepped back, dodging the hidden weapon, and pulled away from the other's surprised gaze, only to see the last tentacle burst out from under his feet.

The sense of crisis permeated the whole body and mind, and Esterson stepped into the dirt fiercely, and was trying to use his strength to dodge, but he trembled all over his body and broke out with a heart-rending howl.

I saw Esterson fall to the ground with his heel, narrowly avoiding the attack of the tentacles. However, the ground was scarlet, and the center of the foot was deeply pierced by an iron thistle.

"It's called one report and one report." Looking up to the sky and laughing, Ryan did not forget to stretch out his index finger and point at Esterson on the ground.

Magic Missile!

The magic quickly condensed into three fist-sized missiles in Ryan's hand, discharging the air and speeding towards Esterson like bullets.

There were tentacles behind and missiles in front, and Esterson, who was in a desperate situation, did not panic, and rolled to the side on the spot, avoiding the tentacle whipping at the same time, he raised his hand and threw a few balls like rice balls to the ground.

Bang bang!

The impact was repeated, and a low cracking sound rang out, and a large cloud of smoke quickly spread from it.

Smoke grenades?

Ryan stood outside the cell, his brow furrowed, covering his mouth and nose and retreating slightly.

There was only the sound of a missile colliding with flesh, and the target could not be seen, and the rest of the missiles did not hit Esterson.

The dungeon was poorly ventilated, and the smoke gradually covered the surroundings, and in order to prevent the other party from escaping, Ryan retreated again and again, while directing his tentacles to wave wildly in the cell, but this also intensified the smoke filling.

Just as Ryan was wondering, the smoke in front of him suddenly began to writhe, and several darts struck him again. As Ryan reflexively dialed the concealer, a faint sound of wind suddenly appeared in his ears.

While!

The pitch-black dagger collided with the flame wielder, and large sparks bloomed in the air, and before Ryan could come back to his senses, another strong wind came.

I saw Esterson, who rushed out of the smoke, kicked Ryan in the air, and a cold cold light flashed on his toes.

Twisting his waist backwards, Ryan's body bent exaggeratedly, just right to avoid the opponent's foot blade.

But passivity was not his style, and he saw his lips and teeth move lightly, and a few awkward incantations came into Esterson's ears.

Focus on the success of the test

Flameburst!

Seeing the scimitar in the opponent's hand ignite a raging flame, the latter's pupils once again turned into needle tips.

Rumble!

The scattered flames turned into a storm, not only tearing apart the smoke in front of him, but also pushing Estson away and slamming into the stone wall.

As he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, the strength in his body seemed to be lost, and it was difficult to get up from the ground.

Glancing at the other's charred-black arms and right foot, Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief.