In ancient times, the Dark Elves lived with other elves in the surface world. {We don't write novels, we're just porters of the Internet - but they respect power more than justice, so in their quest for greater power, they are inevitably corrupted by the power they seek. Their fellow elves panicked at their change and tried to stop them, but the dark elves saw this as an attack on them, so they began to kill the other elves and destroy their city. When this qiē happens, the elves confirm the evil of the dark elves, and they unite to try to drive the dark elves out of the face of the earth.

Thus, the long and painful "war of the elves" began, in which the elves killed the elves and the earth was soaked in their blood. In the end, the kind and neutral elves triumphed, and they drove the dark elves to the underworld. The fall of the dark elves was clearly evident in their appearance, their skin blackened, their hair turned white, and their eyes glittered with a red glow like a flame of fire—like the fire of hatred burning in their breasts.

The Dark Elves have a hatred for any creature in the surface world, and the most hated of them are the Good Elves who live in Avili. In order to obtain the power of revenge, they resolutely defected to the underground kingdom of Wilmar Nigon, and with their superior intelligence and extraordinary combat skills, they soon became the backbone of the Nigon war sequence.

Different from the delicate and feminine image of the elves in Shen Hao's impression, the dark elves' figures were taller and stronger, with graceful muscles that could be clearly seen under the black skin, and blood-red pupils reflecting an evil and sharp gaze.

Shen Hao lay motionless in a small bush, looking vigilantly at the team of dark elves on the opposite side. Although there were not many of them, only fifteen of them, they were all fully armed, riding bipedal argoons in the same armor, with spears in their hands, a black-brown riding bow on their backs, and two quivers hanging on each side, and they were obviously good at riding and archery.

It was not far from the border line of Nigon, and there were more and more patrolling troops, although Shen Hao tried his best to hide his whereabouts along the way, but occasionally due to the terrain, he had to bump into some scattered Nigong scouts. Under normal circumstances, miscellaneous soldiers like the Harpy, Shen Hao could easily get rid of them with a little time, but the dozen or so dark elf rangers in front of him forced him to lie dormant.

Although the Dark Elven Rangers are not as capable of attacking as the Silver Heavy Knights of Erathia, and their individual soldiers are no match for the Necro Knights of Tiga, they are even more difficult to deal with. Cunning and insidious, they possess the fastest bipedal wurms of any land mount, and are highly skilled in archery, inflicting poison and all sorts of evil curses on the tips of their arrows. In the wilderness, unless the enemy has the ability to fly high, it is difficult to hide from them.

The dozen or so dark rangers on the opposite side didn't know what they were looking for, and since Shen Hao found them, they had begun to patrol back and forth at the intersection in front of them, occasionally stretching out the tip of their spears to rummage through the mud on the ground, and they didn't know what they were looking for.

Shen Hao waited patiently, he knew that the elven race's perception ability was extremely keen, so he retracted all his breath, and even his breathing and heartbeat slowed down to one-third of the usual. As long as he avoided this group of patrols, he was sure that he would be able to sneak through the border of Nigon before dawn.

But for some reason, these dark elves seemed to be in contact with him, and almost an hour passed, and they just guarded the one-third of an acre of land, refusing to leave even half a step. Shen Hao's brows began to frown, he found that the movements of those cavalry were a little strange, if they were looking for something, they shouldn't be so careless, especially a few guys who dug the ground with spears, they were just digging around to pass the time, and they had no intention of digging deep at all.

"Could it be that Shen Hao felt a little inappropriate, and was about to quietly retreat back, when suddenly among the group of rangers opposite, a female dark elf dressed as a leader raised her head suddenly, her red eyes looked straight at his lurking position, and the corners of her mouth provoked a playful smile.

"Oops!" Shen Hao suddenly didn't care about concealment, his hands propped up on the ground, and his whole body jumped up as if it was loaded with a spring, but almost at the same moment, a sharp pain came from behind him, Shen Hao gritted his teeth and looked back, and a pitch-black feather arrow half submerged into his right shoulder.

Shen Hao's heart was alarmed again, and he rolled out five or six meters away on the spot, and then he saw the grass shaking in the place he had just passed, and several black arrows shot into the soil.

"Silent arrows! Damn it! Shen Hao scolded secretly, reached out and grabbed the tail of the feather arrow, and pulled it outward, blood splashed at the wound, and a large piece of flesh was brought out by the barb on the arrow. However, Shen Hao didn't dare to stay, there were shadows in the woods behind him, and from time to time there were black spots shooting at him at a very fast speed.

Shen Hao hurriedly raised the battle axe he had snatched from the Minotaur and danced like the wind, using the relatively wide axe body to block these arrows. The arrows of the Dark Elves are as insidious and vicious as their habits, silent and lightning-fast, and occasionally some of them twist like poisonous snakes in the air to avoid the interception of the battle axe.

"Puff" twice, Shen Hao's left chest and right arm were hit by arrows again, and this time the arrows were really like a venomous snake of life, and as soon as it entered the flesh, he twisted his body and drilled into the depths of the wound. Shen Hao's face changed, the muscles at the wound tightened suddenly, and he clamped the two arrows, and at the same time simply jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards the fifteen dark elf rangers who were in the way.

It was clearly a trap, and the cunning Dark Elves had already discovered his whereabouts and deliberately sent these Rangers in front of him to attract his attention, and the other large forces had already silently circled behind him and launched a surprise attack on him. Since the other party is prepared, no matter which direction he escapes, there will inevitably be a long-prepared trap waiting for him to take the bait. Instead of fighting these dark elves in the jungle, it is better to rush directly to the intersection in front of you. As long as you can force out these dozen rangers who are in the way and insist on rushing across the border, it is not necessarily impossible to get rid of this group of cunning jackals.

The flying arrows behind him chased like rain, Shen Hao still changed direction from time to time in his stride, trying to dodge these vicious black arrows, he really couldn't dodge them, he could only take them hard, and he still used his superb ability to control the muscles of his body, and clamped them firmly when those arrows entered the flesh, preventing them from continuing to go deeper.

Seeing Shen Hao rushing madly in his direction, those rangers looked at each other and smiled, not showing any surprised expressions, two of the cavalrymen raised their spears and met him, and the remaining thirteen rangers separated left and right, pulling their bows and shooting.

It was still that kind of silent black arrow, thinking that the means of listening to the sound of the position were completely useless, Shen Hao had a sword in one hand and a double-edged axe in the other, and only relied on his vision and intuition to dial left and right, this time he put a little more thought, and the four snake arrows that would turn were also intercepted by him. And at this moment, the two lance-mounted rangers were also about to rush in front of him, and the three-foot-long blade of the spear flashed with a chilling light, pointing directly at Shen Hao's chest.

Dealing with the charging cavalry, Shen Hao was not afraid, with his superior strength and the heaviness of the weapon in his hand, he had also had a confrontation with the human knight and the necromantic knight before, and he did not lose the slightest in the hard-fought battle. He looked at the rapidly approaching tip of the spear, and the double-edged axe in his left hand slashed upward, and then the sword in the stone in his right hand swept across, slashing the opponent's mount first, and then the battle axe followed up, cutting off the opponent's head.

However, this method is absolutely effective against other cavalry, but it can be difficult to deal with when facing the dark elves. Shen Hao's battle axe didn't hit the opponent's spear head at all, and when the two spear heads were close to his own distance of three meters, they suddenly separated from the body of the spear and shot into his chest like arrows from the string.

The blade of the gun was different from the arrow, although Shen Hao contracted the muscles in his chest in time, he was still pierced more than two inches, and the sharp barb on the blade hooked his wound, and before he could struggle, a strong force dragged him forward.

It turned out that the spear head shot by the dark elves was still connected to the spear with a slender iron chain, and the bipedal wurmon they were riding was able to change direction urgently when running at high speeds, and the original action of rushing towards him was changed to pull him back in the opposite direction.

"Puff puff" While the two rangers dragged Shen Hao, the other rangers did not forget to release their arrows, Shen Hao barely protected his head and face, but his body was instantly shot into a hedgehog.

"Drink-" Shen Hao shouted angrily, his weapons were inserted into the ground together, and at the same time, his feet stepped hard, forcibly stopping the forward rushing figure. It turned out that the spear head shot by the dark elves was still connected to the spear with a slender iron chain, and the bipedal wurmon they were riding was able to change direction urgently when running at high speeds, and the original action of rushing towards him was changed to pull him back in the opposite direction.

"Puff puff" While the two rangers dragged Shen Hao, the other rangers did not forget to release their arrows, Shen Hao barely protected his head and face, but his body was instantly shot into a hedgehog.

"Drink-" Shen Hao shouted angrily, his weapons were inserted into the ground together, and at the same time, his feet stepped hard, forcibly stopping the forward rushing figure. Drink-" Shen Hao shouted angrily, his weapons were inserted into the ground together, and at the same time, his feet stepped hard, forcibly stopping the forward rushing figure. Drink-" Shen Hao shouted angrily, his weapons were inserted into the ground together, and at the same time, his feet stepped hard, forcibly stopping the forward rushing figure.