With the release of the dark elves' own black mist, the guards ushered in their own destruction!

Those guards and dark elf warriors could not be opponents head-on, let alone lose their vision in an instant when they were attacked by someone.

With a scream, the human warriors who were entangled with those beasts fell to the ground in rows, all of them had a very hidden and subtle wound on their neck and chest, this wound was shallow and not fatal, deep and too conspicuous, and from this aspect you could see the extent of these dark elves' skills.

The bloodthirsty and murderous beasts saw the dark elf's figure, and the red in their eyes quickly faded, and they prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing their heads to their masters reverently.

"You lowly slaves keep charging me." Those dark elf warriors did not reward these heroes who fought hard in battle, they raised their feet and kicked over these slaves belonging to their own family, and unceremoniously ordered......

The beasts, however, did not look unpleasant, as if they had been pardoned, picked up their crude weapons from the ground and continued to charge forward.

The killing continues, the death spreads......

The outer city of Dagger Falls was declared out of danger almost instantly, and the elite guards of Dagger Falls gathered in the inner city to engage in a brutal offensive and defensive battle with the dark elves.

All the civilians of the inner city who could get there ran in, and the rest became sacrifices to the dark elves or food for the beasts.

Occasionally, if they slip through the net, they can only hide in the basement or corner of a certain room shivering, clasping their hands into fists and praying that the murderous demons will not find out.

But alas, in the face of some beasts with a keen sense of smell, it was all in vain......

"Dad, Dad, I'm so scared of ......"

Behind a barrel in a room, a middle-aged man was hiding with a little boy with blond hair. The man looked up in some panic before quickly leaning down when he was sure there was no one else.

"Don't be afraid, Mata, you have to remember that you are my son, a true man, and that Daddy will always protect you." The middle-aged man said with a reluctant smile to the child in his arms. He stroked the boy's soft blonde hair tenderly with his hand, trying to give Mata a little more courage.

"Dad, then you're never going to give me into the hands of those monsters, are you?" Mata raised his little head and said to his father, he knew that there was a group of murderous demons outside, and he didn't know how many people he had killed......

"Of course, I won't hand you over to those beasts." The middle-aged man nodded affirmatively, making the most serious commitment in his body.

Just when the father and son were blending with each other's feelings, a scream suddenly sounded from the side. And with that the roar of the beast, and the creepy sound of gnawing bones.

Mata hurriedly buried his little head in the arms of the middle-aged man.

It was the voice of Uncle Wright, the shoemaker next door, who was an amiable, approachable uncle, and Mata never imagined that one day he would hear this desperate howl coming out of his mouth.

The middle-aged man immediately lowered his son's head, and at the same time secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the group of monsters who ate people and did not spit out bones would leave here after eating food, but they would never go here again.

But there are always things in the world that backfire.

The gnoll man had eaten the scraps of Wright's last bone. He licked his blood-stained spiky mouth with his tongue and walked deeper again.

You know, when you're in the dark realms. Ever since they were captured by the Dark Elves, they had to be whipped twice a day, doing the heaviest of the hard work, and most importantly they didn't have a full meal every day, and the damn Dark Elves only fed them almost once every three days.

But today, his master actually let go of his own restrictions, allowing it to burn and loot at will. This would make the gnolls happy, and even if the dark elves let it die now, the gnolls would die without regrets.

It walked into the next room, and the whole hall looked disorganized, with tables and chairs falling to the ground weakly. It looks like a person going to an empty building.

But the familiar smell of the living came from a corner of the room, and the gnoll laughed fiercely, and another guy who didn't know whether to live or die was deceiving himself.

They always think that they can avoid death by hiding in a dark corner, but in fact, it is just a delay in their own death......

The gnolls walked through the messy hall, a small storage room at the back of the living room, and the gnolls smiled bloodthirsty and walked inside.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the gnoll had just opened the curtain, and a long black stick suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Drops of bright red liquid flowed across his ugly face, and although the gnoll had already been bathed in blood, this time it was his own blood.

"Monster die!" "Roar!!"

Two roars representing life and death sounded in this small room, and the middle-aged man took out a short knife from his arms and poked it towards the relatively soft neck of the jackal, and the jackal came back to his senses in an instant, and waved his claws to the middle-aged man's chest.

The figures of the two people intersected, and after a few seconds, the middle-aged man's body collapsed on his stomach......

After all, the Gnoll Man was a professional with a low-level warrior rank, and the middle-aged man was nothing more than an ordinary person.

Although the middle-aged man seized the opportunity, the short knife only pierced the neck of the jackal, but the gnoll's claws did not encounter any obstacles, and pulled out the father's heart.

Mata's tears flowed silently, but he did not dare to make a sound, and his father repeatedly warned him not to open his mouth no matter what happened to him.

The gnoll quickly finished eating the middle-aged man's body, smashing its teeth in a frustrated manner, and then staring at the back of an empty barrel with dark green eyes.

There's a fresh flesh calling for it, and it's been able to tell from the smell that this human is a child with fine skin and tender flesh.

Step by step, the gnolls walked in the direction of the barrel, and they were curious that the child was so calm, which made the gnolls a little unhappy, and he liked the heart-rending screams of his prey before he died.

The gnoll man rushed forward a few steps and lifted the empty barrel at once, and sure enough, a little blonde boy was curled up there, trembling.

The gnolls smiled bloodthirsty,...... (To be continued.) )