379. [World of Warcraft] The icing on the cake is not as good as charcoal in the snow

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Deeply feeling that his strength was insufficient, Nan Xiaocai was cautious about going to the Black Soul World.

It is necessary to take out the spirit of the Shilipo Sword God and exercise hard, and never pass on the fire until there is a perfect grasp.

So, what's next?

Nan Xiao remembered the female elf who fled in a hurry, and the black panther she was riding.

If you dare to sneak alone into the Black Coast, which is occupied by the tribes, you must be a scout with two brushes. Such scouts must have a lot of information. Gaining her trust will definitely help to fulfill Tedahir's commission.

It's decided, let's go find the female elf who fled in a hurry.

Nan Xiao flew up and followed his perception to chase in the direction where the female elf had left.

is worthy of being a scout who is good at sneaking away, and even if the female elf leaves in a hurry, she tries to clean up the traces she has left behind. The footprints were swept away by the leaves, or covered with leaves. The female elves even sprinkle some powder along the way, which can interfere with the hound's sense of smell.

However, for Nan Xiao, these are all useless efforts.

Think you'll get away with a little powder and a sweep of footprints? It's naΓ―ve, you're not good enough for class!

Nan Xiao first became invisible, and then teleported behind the female elf. Locked her breath and positioned the teleportation, it was that simple.

At this moment, the elf and the panther are hiding in an elven ruin on the Black Coast.

It was a majestic temple, made of cold moonlit boulders carved with intricate patterns. The Night Elves are truly an artistic race, and have the stubborn character of an engineer. It's so beautiful, like condensed moonlight. Looking at these buildings, you can fully imagine the prosperous scene of those days.

Unfortunately, the stone pillars of the temple were covered with dead rattan, which made them look very dilapidated. There are many traces of slashing and axe slashing that record the fierce battles that took place here. There were also a lot of black, dried bloodstains, each of which probably represented a dead elf.

At this moment, the female elf and the black panther were hiding behind the altar at the end of the main hall.

There was once a shrine to Elune, the goddess of the moon. Unfortunately, the idol has been destroyed by the tribe, leaving only mutilated feet.

Black Panther is actually an elderly male elf druid. He was very old, with a slightly rickety back, a silver-white beard, and a cane of rattan wood common among elves. The elf had a faint blood wrapped around it, and it seemed to be injured. He seems to have little confidence in the next fight. The twilight was gloomy, his face was gray, and his expression was sad and desperate.

The more the female elf looks, the more pleasing it becomes. The ears are slender and elegant, the gooseneck is slender, and the facial features are small and delicate, which is simply perfect. Except for the slight discomfort of the headlights-like eyes, it is simply impeccable.

Nan Xiao immediately lost a detection to see the strength of the duo.

Well, when converted to level, the female elf thief is about level 40. The old leopard druid is higher, with a strength of around level 45. It's so much more powerful than the Forsaken robbers just now, why are they forced to hide here?

Looking at the appearance of the old man Leopard, it seems that he has just had a fight with someone and suffered a loss.

Just when Nan Xiao was thinking about how to rescue them in a low-key manner, the female elf pulled out her dagger. She gritted her fine teeth, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and struggled to stand up with the stone pillar.

Well, it seems that he has an injury in his leg, and he looks even more embarrassed than Leopard De when he walks.

The female elf turned around and smiled sadly at Leopard: "They are coming straight at us, they must have found it." Grandpa Renard, we have no choice but to fight. ”

Leopard, named Renard, sighed and forcibly comforted the elven thief: "Don't be afraid, Mivi, it's not sure who wins." As he spoke, he clenched his cane, recited a mantra, and turned into a black leopard.

Nan Xiao: "......"

Are you still a good scout when you go out so recklessly?

But it's understandable to think about it. Cornered, injured, and discovered, what else can I do but work hard. Killing one is enough, killing two to earn one, I can only think like this.

Do you want to remove the stealth and go out to rescue them?

Calm and icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow, or wait for the crisis to come to the rescue.

A group of rude green-skinned orcs broke into the temple.

The stout orc warlock kicked his dog: "Smell it quickly, isn't it here?" ”

The dog summoned from the Twisted Void howled twice in displeasure, sniffed vigorously, and then screamed in fear.

It may have barked too loudly, and the dog was unsummoned and thrown back into the Twisted Void.

"This is it!" The orc warlock in the robes smirked, "My dog has already smelled it, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited." You know what to do against a thief and a druid, right? ”

A super burly green-skinned orc behind him pulled out his dagger and licked it: "I'm already hungry for this dagger with paralyzing venom...... Ah, no, scratch the tongue-"

Poof, the big green-skinned orc fell to the ground hard, only the eyeballs could still move.

The orc warlock spat on the big greenskin's face, "Waste! You say that you lick the blade, why can't you get rid of this broken problem? Next time, I'll be sure to coat your knife with two bottles of rotten potion and make your tongue rot!" ”

One of his thugs fell, and the orc warlock wasn't very worried. After all, he brought quite a few people with him this time. One less is nothing, and then one less share of the waste. "Come on, brothers," he cried out to cheer up, "and when we catch them and bring them back to Orgrimmar and sell them, we'll go to the Power Valley Tavern and soak comfortably for a week." Drink the strongest liquor, R the wildest dog, and by the way, beat Gamor every day! ”

The orc warlock has a mixed slew of forsakens, orcs, trolls, and even a cheeky-looking bull head. Holding the head of a grass cow, you thick-eyed guy with big eyebrows, is you actually involved in buying and selling elves?

With a roar of excitement, a dozen hideous and ugly slave traders rushed into the temple and surrounded the elves and the panthers. That greedy gaze is so explicit that it can't be more explicit.

Something is wrong!

Looking at the slave traders who suddenly appeared, the two elves looked miserable. They clung to each other, ready to make a final resistance.

A troll stepped forward defiantly, openly turned around, and slapped his own PG.

The panther roared in anger and clawed the troll's PG into four pieces.

However, he fell for it. The two orcs next to him took the opportunity to make a move and cut off his back path. Two maces with spikes swung back and forth, one of which slammed into the panther's hind leg.

"Click", the bone seemed to break, and the panther let out a painful wail.

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