Because of Qin Lun's disappearance, the members of the exploration team have not rested since they exterminated the Drow Elves. When they retreated to the original mouth of the tunnel, everyone could no longer hold on, and even the apostles fell into a deep sleep as soon as they closed their eyes.

When everyone woke up, another day and a half had passed, and after a hurried meal, Elistin sent them back to the other side of the deep trench again, while she, Gillim, Idria, and Mastasia would continue to stay in the pit, monitoring the gray dwarves while looking for Qin Lun's traces.

Perhaps because they had achieved their mission goals, the dwarves and apostles were very happy, and the pace of return was particularly brisk. It's just that when they return to the labyrinth fortress, this pleasant mood is gone.

After the previous battle, the Minotaur told the dwarves about the portal leading to the halls of the fortress, so that they would not have to take a long detour through the plains.

When the dwarves came to the hall of the labyrinth again, they were stunned by the tragic scene in front of them. The hall that had been cleaned up was now covered with the remains and blood of the minotaurs, and this time even the juvenile minotaurs were not spared.

At a glance, Hill saw the little minotaur that had pointed Qin Lun to the exploration team, it was sitting on its knees, its neck was empty, and its hands were deliberately folded on its thighs, holding its small head on it.

The big watery eyes were now dead silent, staring blankly? Dwarves coming in through the rear portal.

"Moradin is on top, what's going on here?" A dwarven axe thrower looked up and pointed in shock to the top of the hall, "Look at the ...... above"

During the last battle, the Lava Dragon, which Romon and Rand unleashed, collided with the temporal magic of one of the Drow priests, resulting in a large hole in the top of the hall.

Now at the edge of the hole were the only two adult minotaurs left, their limbs and heads chained into a "large" shape, and their chests and abdomen disemboweled. The white ribs open to the sides and open diagonally upwards with the collarbone as the axis, like a pair of strangely shaped bone wings.

The two minotaurs faced each other, their heads carefully concocted, the skin and flesh of their faces shaved, and their upper and lower jaws propped open.

Their skulls and apical horns, and even their canine teeth have been carefully cleaned without a trace of dirt sticking to them. The pale bull-headed skeleton drooped slightly, and the hollow eye holes made everyone look at it for a while, and they couldn't help but feel a palpitation and look away.

"This is ......" Looking at the remains of the two minotaurs that imitated angels, Rand's pupils shrank and he looked at Ciel.

"There's no doubt about it, it's his work." Hill sighed, "It looks like he's been ahead of us every time, and now I just hope ......"

"What about our people?" Before Hill could finish speaking, the shocked dwarves suddenly remembered something and screamed in surprise.

If the minotaurs are in danger, the dwarves will come to their aid. These two races, one is chaotic neutral and the other is orderly and kind, but they are really similar in terms of personality.

Most of them are uninhibited, informal, and voic, and once they regard others as friends, they must give them wholeheartedly. The dwarves had rescued the minotaur before, which was a gesture of kindness, but the minotaur agreed to camp the dwarves at the edge of the lair, and the two were also close friends.

If a minotaur is attacked, the dwarves will not sit idly by unless they are dead too.

However, the strange place is also here, there is not a single dwarven corpse in the hall.

Realizing this, the dwarves of the exploration team were so anxious that they could no longer calm down. They hastily gathered the minotaur's carcass and ran with the Apostles towards the predetermined outpost camp outside the labyrinth fortress.

"Could it be a sacrificial ritual for the minotaur's corpse to be made into that kind of appearance?" Lolita, the apostle of Weiss's team, asked softly.

"Do you mean the Drow Elves have returned?" Weiss frowned, there are not many races that use sacrificial rituals in the dungeon, and the biggest one is probably the Drow Elves.

"But only three of those drow elves escaped, except for the priest who escaped through the portal, the other two were wounded, and it's hard to imagine that they have the ability to kill these minotaurs without alarming the dwarves." Shield guard Newton cautiously retorted.

"It's possible, you have to think outside the circle of thinking." Weiss shook his head lightly, "It's true that those Drow Elves don't have the ability to destroy the remaining Minotaurs, but who knew that there was only such a team of Drow who pursued the defected Dark Elves in the first place?" ”

The others were stunned and came to their senses. The Dark Elf Raven did say that they weren't the only ones who had escaped from Obaran, and that if the defectors diverted along the way, there would certainly not be just one group of pursuers.

"Commander, do you say this matter has anything to do with the disappeared Qin Lun?" The black-robed mage Luo Meng touched his chin and asked.

"I can't think of a reason why he would do that!" Weiss's eyes flashed, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head, "He definitely can't kill so many minotaurs by himself, and if he wants to change to the Drow camp, there will be no more quest rewards to be obtained at present......"

"That's right!" Romon shrugged his shoulders, if there was to find a root for what the apostles were doing, it was only two words: interests. The expedition team has not yet returned to the surface with one of Lorraine and Gillim, and the mission is not yet complete. Qin Lun changed sides at this time, it must have been thankless.

……

Anxious, the expedition party and the apostles arrived on the plain to the right of the labyrinth fortress, where Gillimu's predetermined camp was located. Just seeing a row of improvised fences in the distance, the hearts of the people sank.

Even after a long distance, they could already smell the strong smell of blood. The dwarves were the first to speed up, overtaking the apostles, and running into the camp as if they were flying, only to be heard immediately with a cry of grief.

Weiss and the others, who were still outside the camp, suddenly looked like water, if the dwarves in the camp also had no life, then they would have to turn back. Without Lorraine and Gillym, they would not have been able to complete their mission even if they returned to the surface camp.

The return of Lorraine and Gillim to the camp is the basic condition for the Shattered Sky to acquiesce to this mission.

Luckily, when they searched the camp, they found that the bodies of the dwarves were missing, including Lorraine and two other dwarven warriors. Now, even Weiss couldn't guess what had happened here.

"It's Drow, they just left, and Chad's blood is still hot!" One of the dwarves jumped up from the ground, picked up his axe and ran out of the camp, while the other dwarves ran off into the distance.

"Captain, are we going back, or are we going to follow the dwarves." Romon asked, scratching his scalp.

If he returned, Gillim would no longer be able to stay in the mine. According to Weiss's steady character, he was originally going to choose this way, but Hill's subsequent words made him dismiss this idea.

Hill advised him that the dwarves in front of him were all elites, and if they sat back and watched them be killed by the Drow elves, then after converging with Gillym, getting rid of the monkeys escorting the dark elves, and Qin Lun who had disappeared, they would only have six apostles and four plot characters left.

If the drow elves don't give up and keep chasing and killing them, with such a little strength left, they will be wiped out.

Ciel's words make sense, and Weiss has to keep everyone up to the impulsive dwarves before they are caught off guard by the drow elves who lurk somewhere.

……

On an underground cliff about half a day's way from the Dwarven Exploration Party, a group of drow warriors spread out in an arc of defense, protecting two female elves in priestly robes, and numerous patrolling lizardman knights could be seen on the periphery.

This is a green-skinned monster riding a monitor lizard, about two meters tall, with a strong flat tail dragging behind it, and a snake letter spitting in the upper and lower jaws with an amazing bite force, and its earthy yellow vertical pupils look like snakes.

Lizardman Knights are one of the main classes of the dungeon, and together with the monitor lizards they raise, they have considerable combat effectiveness. Their scale armor is very strong, better than most leather armor made by humans and elves, and their only weakness is their low fire resistance.

This cold-blooded underground, covered with a thick layer of grease under its scales, turns into a human torch once it is roasted dry of the moisture on the surface of its body.

"Mistress Wentini, do you really trust that surface elf?" Two drow elves leaned together and whispered, and a petite, charming-faced elf pouted the corners of her lips and asked the other slightly older drow priest beside her.

"Kirkna, haven't you seen him transformed?" The old priest's eyes flashed, and he said quietly, "I didn't expect that there would be a demonized degenerate hunter in this area, with his appearance, other surface elves would not accept him." ”

"As for trusting ......," Wendini smiled meaningfully, "if he can help us hunt down the minotaurs and dwarves, then I'm sure he can help us keep finding those two damned traitors and blasphemers!" ”

"It seems that the Miranda family will get another excellent guest!" The petite female elf let out a delicate laugh.

"Keqing?" Wendini sneered to herself, admiring what the man had done, but not his surface elf appearance. When this time came, when she washed away the shame given by the dwarves, the silver-haired elf would naturally be sacrificed to the gods.

"I hope the Queen of God likes the rare breed of Demon Hunter!" Thinking of this, Wendini looked up at the figure with her silver hair scattered and sitting on the edge of a cliff like a sculpture.

The silver-haired elf propped his chin on one hand and looked out at the subterranean plain in the distance, a lazy smile on his marble-like face. The flickering perceptual line of the silver clock in his right eye shows the expressions and lips of the two drow priestesses behind him on the retina. I1292