"That's not right! Find out the raiders around. ["After the four fell to the ground in turn, everyone in the Dark Elf Commando noticed the strangeness of the situation.

But what was surprising was that the first thought that flashed through the minds of these dark elves was: 'Someone dares to play this trick in front of us!' ’

Stealth assassination is a specialty of the Dark Elves. Although they are not as good as the Riddle Gnomes in terms of racial talent. But the knowledge and skills that have been passed down for thousands of years have made them leaders in the field of the main plane.

At the same time, elves are creatures that have always been arrogant, and they tend to despise other races. Although in some cases they will cherish a particular member of another race and treat them as an object of respect, they still look down on the other race as a whole.

And after thousands of years of underground life, the dark elves still maintain this elven characteristic, and even become more extreme than their compatriots on the surface. The black shadows that caused their own casualties one after another were immediately regarded as a great provocation by the dark elves in front of them.

The dark elves who participate in the trials of the commandos are the elite of an underground city. Although they come from different families, there is still a hatred for the fighting they experienced before they were chosen. But when they set foot on the surface, they understood that they were now one—that every living intelligent creature was their enemy.

Just as the best weapon against a submarine is also a submarine. Faced with the attacker hiding in the shadows, several Dark Elf wanderers immediately withdrew from the original battle. They gave up chasing down the rookie spellcasters who could easily succeed, and instead searched up and down, left and right, for the guy who stirred up the tide of battle. Thanks to this, the side of the Volume Society, which had just been suppressed very miserably. The burden on his shoulders became a little lighter.

I thought that my side was doing now. It can make the guy hiding in the shadows feel threatened - or at least in the frequency of his actions. But what the dark elves never expected. Moments later, the perpetrator reappeared as if he had no scruples.

The black shadow that flew up, even in the field of vision of these elite dark elf wanderers, was only an elongated oval black shadow. No one could see Guò at a glance what he really was. It's as if you don't pay attention and you will immediately lose track of that guy.

But that's enough for now! The dark elf wanderers who followed the dark shadow immediately showed their vigorous skills in the corridor.

Daggers, scimitars, daggers, and recurve knives paint a beautiful picture in the air. The black shadow that flew towards the dark elf warrior who was enjoying the thrill of killing had nowhere to borrow his strength in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, it was shrouded in a knife net.

'Strange? What exactly is this? The touch coming from the weapon made the dark elves instinctively feel that something was wrong. It wasn't like slashing at a primate, it was like throwing a knife into the mud.

With a "snap-" attacker, the Dark Elves' swords and axes suddenly exploded - turning into black, sticky droplets. Scattered in all directions.

"Damn! The attacker just now turned out to be a mud monster! The dark elf, who was the first to reveal the real body of that guy, was surprised and reminded his companions in his own words. At the same time, the dark elves who were hit by the black mud monsters that turned into buckshot also let out a scream at this time.

As the "Rising Star" of the Dark Elf City, the members of this commando team can be called well-equipped. The Mithril Chain Armor, which is hard to find on the surface, is standard for many of them. And because of the extreme pursuit of lightness, the dark elves who chose spider silk armor have a layer of magic aura shining on the armor.

But even so, the protective abilities of those dark elves could not stop the penetrating splashes of black mud. If the dark elves lifted their clothes and examined the wounds now, the black mud that had submerged into their bodies would be tangled with their muscles. At the same time, it also plunged those originally strong pink muscle swaths into a special rigidity - no matter how much the brain commanded, they couldn't wield their original power.

The corners of Mr. Ingalls's mouth twitched when he saw this amazing scene in front of him, as if someone had cut a wound. However, he had already blurred into a spirit state, and he floated on the top of the corridor, and there was no dark elf attack for the time being.

"I didn't expect it to be a mud monster? But it doesn't seem to be a book variety. Could it be a special variant? Even when she was cornered by the dark elves in front of her, Rielly's head was still thinking about this curious thing.

Mud monsters usually have to avoid environments full of light and extreme temperatures. A special kind of monster that thrives in the dark - of course, many people prefer to call it a slime. These creatures glide through the damp underworld, feeding on any creature or object they can dissolve.

Although these creatures can be found on any occasion: sneaking across the ground, dripping from walls or ceilings, squeezing through gaps, or scattered around underground lakes. But with a bouncing and hurtful breed like the one in front of her, Rielly hadn't even heard the slightest sound of the wind.

"Most clay monsters are mindless killers, lurking in fixed shadowy corners to feed. However, it is said that some mud monsters that have lived for a long time may evolve and gain more intelligence, and exhibit special abilities. Or under the influence of magical or environmental events, it becomes a new breed. I didn't know it was just ......" This novel species in front of her made Rielly's brain start to work high--the knowledge accumulated from reading came flooding one by one. But even though she was still thinking about such a question in her brain, the movements of her hands were not slow at all.

The ebony whip resembled a moving python in her hand, threatening the cheeks, Adam's apple, and weak points of the armor between the legs of the dark elves around her—a way to preemptively attack the dark elves to take the initiative to defend themselves, thus gaining their own safe space.

It's a pity that after experiencing the initial discomfort. The dark elf in charge of her quickly found the rhythm of the battle against Rielly. Because in the midst of the darkness. The priests of the Spider Lady all had snake whips at their sides. As the most formidable opponent of the Dark Elves in infighting. It is impossible for these commandos in front of them not to have undergone special training for the Dark Elf priests.

So while Rielly's fighting style is different from those of the Dark Elf priestesses who take advantage of the snake's auto-bite trait. But the dark elf in front of him was still looking for a way to deal with it in a short time.

The blade flashed and the jet-black whip collided with golden sparks, and Rielly took the opportunity to flick her wrist, and the tip of the whip kissed the inner thigh of the dark elf hunter like a snake's head.

A chilling sensation passed through the nerves all over his body, directly making the dark elf's scalp numb as if it had been doused with peppercorns. The Dark Elf, who took a half-step back, parried the whiplash with one scimitar, while the other sliced straight into the bulging mountain in Rielly's chest.

"Wind!" Rielly's mouth came out of the command, and then on the 'Four Winds Ring', four sausages with puffed cheeks blowing the old man's mouth spat out wildly. A wall of wind formed caused the Dark Elf's blade to be hindered by Yan zhòng.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ellie flipped her back and dodged the enemy's attack while flying up and outstretched her leg to perform a series of kicks - three solid kicks in the opponent's lower abdomen.

Relying on the borrowing force on the legs. Rielly disengaged from the state she had just grappled. Unfortunately, this distance in front of her was not enough for Rielly to cast a spell calmly. Seriously, it's really embarrassing for a mage to be forced to fight so beautifully on this molecule.

However, the battle just now made the flaws of the mage profession in terms of body lì fully revealed at this time. The rapid gasping made Rielly's chest rise and fall quickly and regularly, and it was really a wave of 'chest'.

He touched his lower abdomen and measured the mage's condition. The dark elves who had just missed the battle immediately stepped forward and swung their swords again—the shadow of the sword and the long whip, the slender elf and the plump female mage intertwined into a deadly dance.

Why did Rieli fall into such an embarrassment, it was that the little cat man Laru who was guarded by the mage was also trapped in the encirclement of the dark elves, and it was difficult to protect herself. Squatting down and taking small steps, he counted the blades that had slashed across his head.

The Smart Guardian is a Smart Guard, and the amazing balance allows this cat boy to perform many incredible dodge tricks. Coupled with the cat man's unique lower limbs that can twist at will within a certain range, although Lalu, who was beaten and had no power to fight back, was in danger, but so far there was no threat to his life.

Thankfully, the two dark elves besieging Lalu don't seem to have a good relationship with each other. Although it can be seen from their expressions that they have tried their best to fight together, the cooperation between the two has not yet reached the level of one plus one equals two. Not to mention that one plus one is greater than two.

After a few back and forth, there was an obvious flaw in the attack of the two dark elves. Seizing the opportunity, Laru dodged the oncoming scimitar with a tumble, before he spun and leaped into the air. With his right hand, he grabbed the lampstand on the wall and swung towards Rielly's location.

But I didn't expect that I had just escaped from that encirclement, and a flying arrow indicated that another dark elf was also eyeing Laru! The catboy in the air adjusted his center of gravity and took a deep breath, using a technique similar to that of a jack pendant to add a fall.

After being swept away by the arrows, he rolled to the ground to unload the momentum, twisted his waist and kicked the knee of the nearest dark elf with his round scalp shoe on the inside of his hand. Then he got up with his strength and waved his claws, looking at the black skins in front of him vigilantly.

As for poor Noodle, he was being chased around by a dark elf by this time. In terms of melee combat, he is inferior to the dark elves in front of him - the difference in size alone makes it difficult for him to reach the enemy before the opponent's blade descends, even if he takes the initiative.

In terms of stealth skills, this guy is even more of a farce like a big knife in front of Guan Gong in the eyes of the dark elves. After firing the only arrow in the crossbow, he had no time to wind up and could not contribute anything other than attract firepower.

Compared to his teammates. Barrett, who had previously shown his might in the battle with the Dark Elf leader, enjoyed the first real wave battle since entering the game. It's just that it's Barrett who plays the role of Boss, and it's the dark elf natives in front of him who form a group to farm Boss.

"Anyway, this should be the first time in a game! Is this the first person to be an alternative player? Barrett's mouth was obviously open and closed, but he didn't make any sound.

'Damn it's mute!' Do these dark elves want to? Before Barrett could make a judgment. His eyes fell into darkness. Barrett's pupils were in focus. The eyes gradually turn white. What appeared before his eyes was a world of only black and white.

'This is a dark spell!' Are these black skins really going to slaughter me like a dragon? 'Hold the weapon in your hand. Barrett, who pretended to be blind, was slightly panicked. Of course, compared to the real dragon-slaying battle, these methods used by the dark elves are completely pediatric!

Barrett is grateful for the special dark vision given to him by the bloodline, and even under dark spells, he has a vision ability of 3o feet. Otherwise, this eighty percent will capsize in the gutter.

The first to enter the shadows were the Spiral Spider Stream Dark Elves who rolled and jumped in front of Barrett. This style of combat takes a long time to master. It means "superior spider". This genre emphasizes high slalom movements, allowing its learners to hit the most enemies with minimal effort.

"Spiders" have a special meaning among the dark elves. These guys who are dubbed 'Spiral Spiders' are actually geniuses who are proficient in the two dark elf martial arts schools of 'Flashaway' and 'Shenying'. They were usually valued by the drow noble families, who granted them many privileges.

In front of the two guys, dreaming of being like they were underground, they crushed Barrett with a powerful blow. Then destroy the posture of the enemy leader and effectively hit the morale of the scroll. Barrett, who knew that he had succeeded in fooling the guys in front of him, bared his fangs.

His sudden, powerful slash like a piledriver. Sue sù those confident black skins what is called a heavy mountain offensive. "Bang! Bang! Bang! "This is the explosion of bones under the weight of the weight, and then the two 'whirling spiders' flow elves that flew out of the darkness and regained the light can be said to be slumped on the ground like rags.

"Damn! In a few more people together. No matter how good that guy's blind skills are, it's useless. The leader continued to give orders as he kneaded his arm that was still limp. In addition to the first five, more Dark Elves joined the battlefield to encircle Barrett.

Compared with the 'nobles' among the dark elf warriors of the 'Spiral Spider', the huge number of 'Shenying' stream warriors suddenly became the main force to besiege and kill Barrett.

Even when blinded by darkness, these guys are still able to pinpoint enemies in complete darkness and hit them with astonishing accuracy. The purpose of this genre seems to be to fight within the sphere formed by the dark arts.

Matching it is the 'strong pitch' genre among the dark elves. These guys with "superior shooting" abilities often need sharp eyes and steady hands. These Dark Elves, who use regular bows and arrows, need to be able to shoot faster than their counterparts.

Since this technique is very difficult for the standard ranged weapon of the Dark Elves, the Hand Crossbow, it is actually held using the current standard Barrett's Dark Experience. It turned out to be a compound longbow that was rare for them.

Because this genre allows the Dark Elves to take down enemies with lethal accuracy, but without having to put themselves in danger. They are mainly responsible for shooting enemies who have escaped from the dark spell to their deaths.

These two are the best match for most Dark Elf teams. Together, the two ambush their enemies and attack them is a practical tactic honed by the Dark Elves.

And now it's even more beneficial to them. Barrett's tall stature allows him to become the target of the 'strong throw' elves even when shrouded in darkness - the existence of the dark spell indicates Barrett's range of action, far from the height of the average dark elf, so that as long as he controls the height of the shot, he will not easily injure his own people.

And Barrett, who shuttled in the rain of swords and arrows, changed his shape. Although the movements between advancing and retreating and sliding heels and exchanging left and right do not have the delicate agility of flower-wearing butterflies, nor the elegant changes of Ling Bo's micro-step. But the articulation of each movement is extremely smooth and unpretentious.

In the face of the encirclement and interception of these black skins, Barrett's whole person's momentum was on the side, and the power from the depths of the sea emerged. The air around him surged like a rushing ocean wave as Barrett moved.

This wave of air was not as sharp as the wind pressure before the Dark Elf Leader. But it also ignores the actions that are not affecting the people around them. Squeezing their viscera that is far less muscular than their muscles. In a moment, the dark elves of the besieger Barrett felt as if they were in the waves of the sea.

The intersection of wind and water, the resonance of the sky and the sea. The waves borrow the wind. The sea was ravaged by waves and winds, like broken silver. The front wave leads the back wave, the back wave pushes the front wave, the wave beats the clouds, the wonton waves, and twists into a ball. You hit me, I touch you, turning into a shisha -- the aura of the area controlled by Barrett suddenly turned into a marine battlefield with thousands of horses galloping and golden drums ringing in unison.

The 'Shen Ying' flow elves who fell into it were like being in quicksand. It's not just the rhythm of the battle. Even his own moves and moves seem to be manipulated by Barrett. Even with the support of the archers in the rear, there are no new achievements other than a few new scratches on the opponent's armor.

Knowing that the squad already involved in the battle in front of him alone would not be able to deal with the strong enemy, the Dark Elf leader began to make a desperate bet: "Damn! It doesn't seem like that's enough pressure on him! Unravel the dark spell and let's go together. ”

As the dark spell was unraveled, the dark elves in the assault team who were not good at fighting in the 'black ball' joined the battlefield under the leadership of the leader. At the same time, Barrett, who saw what he was seeing, also knew that the confrontation between the enemy and the enemy was in a heated heat.

The dark elves who rushed to the front actually used heavy swords. His appearance represents a rare genre of 'military might' - "the power of war". The reason why this school of martial arts is not common among the Dark Elves is that only a few of them have the strength to learn all the necessary skills.

These people sacrifice the accuracy of their strength to learn how to use heavy weapons to slash through fallen enemies and then hit the next one, or shatter enemy weapons with a single blow.

And Barrett's head straight towards him was obviously trying to use his strength to limit Barrett's amazing offensive.

But before the hard-hitting dark elf could make contact with Barrett, several other black skins began to circle Barrett. This 'Dodge' genre, which is based on the 'Spider Spin' like 'Shen Shadow', follows the characteristics of the Dark Elves' innate agility and preference for light armor. With an emphasis on disengagement, sticking, and high maneuverability, they like to attack enemies in all directions.

"Damn! I'm going to tell you today what is the theory of boss immortality! Barrett let out this final roar in the face of the dark elves who had surrounded him—though no one could hear it because of the silence's will.

Barrett, having abandoned part of his defense, began to attack. As long as it's not an attack that can reach the vital point. Barrett all chose to forgo the interception. In an instant, Barrett's breastplate was pierced, his chain armor was torn, and even his arm shield was cut through the gap.

In addition to the iron armor on the outside, the secret muscle armor of the Boreham family inside wielded its due effect - the blade pierced on Barrett's flesh was like cutting the oak that grew in the polar regions, and it was mostly a white mark, and it rarely left a trace of bleeding.

The Dark Elves are not a particularly strong race, which makes it difficult for their attacks to leave Barrett with any decent damage after slicing through the outermost armor. And what greeted them was Barrett's first full-blown explosion since he entered the game. His current offensive has turned into a radical tide of the Qiantang River.

The swarming layers of white waves are like egrets flying in rows with wings spread; The huge waves that poured into the estuary roared and galloped, like thousands of fierce horses with white manes, and more like countless roaring dragons - making it difficult for the dark elves in their range to even lift their feet.

Finally, the mountains of silver that were stacked into a series of silver swooped down on the boulder, splashing up waves for several meters - the blood of the dark elves flew into the air like waves by the great force of soft and steel, and after a short stay, with the blowing breeze, it fell down in a fluttering manner, red dots, flickering, like red snowflakes. (To be continued!)

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