"?! When death comes, you fools who believe in evil gods are still so self-righteous. ”

It was Bursha, who had been silent, who spoke.

Non-Drow, a term for any other race, is also the Drow word for dung.

The individual strength of the drow elves is generally relatively strong, and the adult drow has at least two or three levels of human combat power.

Moreover, they have a longer lifespan than humans, ordinary members can live up to one hundred and twenty years old, and powerful spellcasters can often live to one hundred and fifty years old.

Most humans are lucky to live to be seventy years old, and the longest-lived mage is unlikely to live past one hundred and twenty years old.

Although a samurai can also live longer with a higher rank, a samurai will experience more attrition from injuries and illnesses over the course of their lives than the caster.

In fact, the lifespan of a top samurai rarely exceeds eighty years, and only the caster can live past a hundred years old if he is strengthened by the magic net and is relatively unsusceptible to injury.

And human beings are already the longest-lived races, and the races of half-orcs, dwarves, and dwarves are even worse than humans.

The life span is relatively long, and he can accumulate more understanding, so there are many characters who are clear about the world, and the individual strength is relatively strong, and the racial culture is very special, so Drow has a sense of superiority in front of other races, and confuses other races with feces.

However, Wu Xin didn't pay attention to the outrageous Zhuoer, he glanced at Bursha again, and Bursha would know that this double word surprised him again.

Because of the reincarnation world, the language of the Drow patrol is their native language.

But Wu Xin didn't have time to think about this issue anymore.

"You! How dare you say such a rebellious blasphemous, I think you are dying! ”

Bulsa called their gods evil gods, and the Drow warriors certainly could not tolerate them.

"Side Tam!"

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and launched a fierce attack on Wu Xin and his party.

"Damn stupid woman." Villefort cursed as he pulled out his dagger and blocked the drow warrior.

Villefort was under a lot of pressure, although he had never seen a living Drow Elf on the main plane, but this race was known as prestigious, and Villefort's teacher had told him more than once to try to avoid one-on-one battles with Drow Elves, because they were defeated by humans because of their numbers, and their skills should not be underestimated.

The pace of the battle between the two sides was fast, and it quickly passed a few moves back and forth, and the drow elf was very experienced, and his bayonet sword suppressed Villefort's dagger in the outer circle, but Villefort was also very steady, and there was no danger.

The two orcs raised their maces at the same time and rushed over, shouting from their mouths, "Šiventham! ”

But Delia attacked before them, and as soon as she spoke, her mace was already in front of the face of a half-orc.

But the orc didn't pay much attention, Delia was extremely rare among human women, taller and stronger than most men, but in the eyes of the orc, it was not bad.

Orcs aren't afraid to compete with humans.

In their opinion, Delia's hard-hitting style of play is really stupid.

Even the male warriors of the human race, who are known for their strength, are at most equal in strength.

Deria's weapons and shield with the emblem made it clear that she was a priest, so the orcs didn't believe how powerful she was.

The orc who had been rushed in front of him didn't use all his strength, but just raised his mace casually, thinking that this would be enough to shake the female human out of his hands.

But the result surprised him.

There was a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the orc warrior could not hold his weapon, and the mace that was released smashed into his own foot.

"Ah!!h

The orc had no boots, but just wrapped a layer of stems and leaves of an unknown plant around his feet, and the mace plunged into his feet at once.

And that's not all, just as there was a sharp pain in the instep, the orc was also hit in the face by a small green ball.

Wu Xin followed up with an "acid splash" in time.

"Ah!!h

Wu Xin and Deliya combined their onslaught and knocked a half-orc warrior to the ground in one turn.

His successive screams made his companions feel terrified, although the orcs were poorly equipped, strength was their advantage after all, and it was really unexpected to be defeated by a female human in one round.

The Drow Elf, who was playing against Villefort, had a slight upper hand, and Villefort had no crisis in the face of the well-known Drow Elf, and gradually found confidence, the opponent was indeed good, but not stronger than his teacher.

He remained on the defensive as a whole and began to fight back.

This drow elf didn't have the upper hand in the first place, because the screams of his subordinates were even more distracted, he didn't see Wu Xin casting spells, only saw that only one of his subordinates was still fighting power.

At the same time, his hands inevitably slowed down.

Wilford did not miss this opportunity and immediately switched from defending to attacking, and scrambled to attack the opponent's closeness.

The most taboo thing about a sword versus a dagger is to be approached like this.

The Drow immediately retreated to regain the distance, but Villefort unceremoniously continued to attack, and he was forced to retreat step by step, unable to regain his rhythm.

On the other hand, the remaining half-orc warrior was terrified.

“！ ￥#@￥”

He let out a cry of fear, trying to remind his superiors.

However, there was a language barrier between them, but Wu Xin and the others could understand that he was shouting: "Master, there is a mage." ”

The orc barely resisted for a few more rounds with his wooden shield, and after being repulsed by Delia for a few more steps, he finally lost the courage to fight and turned and fled.

Delia wouldn't let go of this opportunity, and she struck in the back to bring the orc down.

The other orc who had fallen to the ground had been subdued by Joel and Wu Xin, and Joel had a cable on his body that held the ship in place, and he had been hanging it on his shoulders in a ball, which was just in time to tie up the orc.

The fisherman picked up the mace that had fallen to the ground and was about to smash the orc's head.

Unlike the Drow who have escaped into the desert, on the southern shores of the Mediterranean, there are many orc tribes who have converted to the Star Moon Cult.

They have had various conflicts with human nomadic tribes, and the two sides have been fiercely fighting for living space on the southern shores of the Mediterranean.

But there are also some orcs who have found a way to cooperate with humans, there are many half-orcs among the Barbary pirates, and the fisherman Joel has seen these green-skinned humanoids carry out all kinds of ** captivity more than once.

In the days of the main plane, orcs were synonymous with pirates in the eyes of Europeans.

"Stop!"

Under the siege of Delia and Villefort, the drow elf was also subdued, and Wu Xin, who had been observing the situation, shouted to stop Joel's intention to retaliate.

"We're here to make friends, Joel."

In Joel's eyes, the young warlock is just as powerful as the people in the village, but even the village chief can't stop Joel from avenging his family.

The fisherman raised his mace again.

"If we kill him, our chances of completing the mission alive will be reduced by thirty percent, think about it, do you have a reason to go back alive!"

At the same time as Wu Xin yelled, Delia had already taken up her weapon, although the priestess also wanted to kill these infidels, but she knew that Wu Xin was right.

They're here to make friends.