The group descended into a deeper tunnel, heading towards the spot they had just been tortured from the mouth of the halfling guard.

The lower passages are even lower and cramped, illuminated only by a faint glimmer of fluorescent fungi, and there are no oil lamps or torches.

Muhadi wondered how the soil beneath the riverbed could be hard enough for a halfman to create an intricate underground complex. Now in the underpass of the halfling, an idea came to his mind. These buildings should not have been built by the halflings themselves, but more like they were remodeled.

The passages I just ran through seemed to be sewers left over from ancient times, or something like that. The rooms that had been carved out of the ground might have been built separately, but were connected by halflings through passages to form a huge cobweb-like underground complex.

"Unexpected," said the boy to Karim as he ran with his body down, "you are quite familiar with this passage, didn't you say that you have been locked up in the dungeon all this time?"

"Stupid, there are several dungeons for the halflings," the old elf fell behind him, following Muhadi, "and they took us to another place every once in a while, and took us to different interrogation rooms from time to time. So of course I'm familiar with this passage. ”

Walking ahead of Muhadi was a tall blood clan, and along the way, he encountered several halfling warriors who rushed out, and he was all dealt with by him in three strokes. When he is not noticed, he will secretly drink a few mouthfuls of the victim's blood, and he will look more and more excited as he kills.

By the time they arrived at the old halfling's residence, the group had relieved more than a dozen halflings they had met on the road. Several of the Bloods in the back also seemed to have the advantage of being in the front, so they moved to the position ahead of Muhadi. Several of the human men lined up at the very end of the line, puzzled as to why their companions had become so heroic all at once.

"This is it!" shouted the Bloodclan at the front, pointing to a prototype door at the end of the passageway. "There's a mark on this door! exactly like the little man said!"

Muhati glared at the other party fiercely, and it would not be good if the enemy was alerted and slipped away from another way out. "Get out of the way, let me come to the front. ”

The boy came to the door and pressed against the door to feel the movement in the room. Six enemies, he gestured to his men behind him. As a psychic mancer, he could easily sense how many thoughts fluctuated within a certain range. Of course, if the enemy is a monster without intelligence and mind, such as skeletons and golems, it will not be incomprehensible.

"You're banging on the door!" he commanded the tall Blood, who cursed unpleasantly, and finally reluctantly obeyed.

There was a muffled thud, and the tall bloodclan slammed into the door, knocking out a few cracks in the door panel.

"Come again!" the boy commanded.

The second blow made more cracks in the door panel. Boom! Then came the third blow, which widened the crack quite a bit.

The thick wooden door panels eventually became overwhelmed and cracked. The tall Bloodclan then slammed on the door, rushing into the room.

Four blades struck the first Bloodclan to rush into the room from different directions, jagged blades of sharp foreign aid biting into the latter's skin and muscles, tearing open a terrifying gap. The dark viscous blood splattered on the surrounding halflings at once, but fortunately, the blood clan's ability to take beatings was outstanding, and the damage of the sharp weapon was not fatal to them. If you had replaced a normal humanoid, this long-standing attack would have been enough to kill you several times.

The old halfling's room was also devoid of oil lamps and torches, and was lit only by some fluorescent plants that lived in the house, which was very dim. If you don't pay close attention, the human eye can't even tell what is abnormal in the blood splattered by the blood clan.

"It's you!" the halfling has night vision, so he can see clearly in this bleak environment. "You're the psionic scorpion!"

The halfling man who Muhadi recognized as shouting was the one who led the team to the waterworks a few days ago. "Psionic scorpions?" he replied as he concentrated on preparing his psionic energy. "It's the first time I've heard someone call me that. ”

"All the scorpions of the Scorpion tribe must die!" the halfling leader roared viciously, giving orders to the other five halfling warriors in their native language, "Kill them! Kill them all! Let's bathe in blood!"

A large shard of crystal emerged from mid-air, far more than the boy had been able to summon before. As soon as the fragments were formed, they roared and shot forward, forming a fan.

Unaware of the fact that a weapon would be shot from behind, the tall bloodclan was hit by several crystal shards in the back, lost his balance, and fell forward. Several halfling warriors either jumped up or crouched, and they also dodged these sharp hidden weapons in the slightest bit.

The young man looked at it with a strange look, and released a greasy magic spiritual energy aimed at the feet of several leaping halflings. Large expanses of astral grease appeared on the ground with his will, and they were quickly spreading.

The halfling samurai in the air understood that if they landed on such a greasy surface, they would lose their footing and become a living target. At the same moment, the two falling halfling warriors had a heart, and they high-fived each other in the air, and each of them retreated, just outside the range of the greasy technique.

The third samurai was not so lucky, as he landed and tried to jump out of the slippery ground immediately, only to fall unsurprisingly. Gash, who rushed into the room after al-Muhadi, threw a bone dart that stabbed him in one eye.

At this time, all eight people on Muhadi's side rushed into the room, and they had the upper hand in numbers. The halfling leader can only rely on his high martial arts skills to try to turn the situation back little by little.

After the initial move, Muhathir stepped aside and calmly watched the fight. I saw the head of the halfling leaping like a fly in the narrow space, moving forward and backward, left and right. Every time his subordinates handed him a knife, they always missed, and from time to time he would be injured by his strange angle.

What a great fighter, the boy never hesitates to praise his great opponents. It's a pity that you half-body are too short and can only adapt to the close-fitting fighting style, which is why you failed.

The surging spiritual power was condensed and formed under the guidance of the will, and in the gloomy room, the young man seemed to have a glimmer of light all over his body.

The halfling did not understand psionic powers, but when he saw this vision, he also knew that there was absolutely nothing good, so he immediately jumped backwards, and even gave up a chance to kill his rival.

It was too late, the boy thought in his heart, and then, the terrifying power of the heart's explosion rushed forward like a flood that burst the embankment, and instantly enveloped the several people who were fighting in front of him.

The remaining halfling warriors, as well as a few of Muhadi's borrowed men, were all hit by this abundant spiritual power, and their minds went blank in an instant, unable to think or react. Except for the boy himself, only Gash was unaffected because he used a bone dart to make a long-range attack and stood relatively far away.

"My lord?" the former thief asked, frightened by the sudden change.

"What are you doing in a daze, you are also in the psionic power?" the young man pointed to the halfling warriors in front of him who had no ability to resist and were shocked by the psionic energy, and ordered coldly. "Help them to be freed from the world. ”

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