Looking at the expression of the half-elf, there is still a battle to get out of here, and as a farewell gift, Tarrant asked, "How many are there ahead?"

The half-elf pressed the middle of the short bow, as if immersed in the adjustment of the balance of the bow, and did not respond to the question.

"Half-elves! sue the forces in front of us!" Tarrant's patience with the half-elves was close to exploding.

"Two dwarves," the corners of the half-elf's rigid mouth twitched.

Two, Tarrant looked at Rex suspiciously, this doesn't seem to be a big trouble, Rex, Kitty, Half-Elf and himself still have combat power, and they can get an absolute advantage in numbers.

The half-elf didn't explain more.

"Tarrant, give me Katrina," Kitty said.

The mage's head was buried in Tarrant's arms, like a sleeping kitten often seen on the windowsill, and even gave the impression of intoxication and exquisiteness. We're going out, Tarrant whispered to her in his heart, the sun is ahead, they can get back to the ground after the final battle is solved, he won't let the accident happen, "Kitty", he entrusted Katrina to her, "Wait here, wait for our signal." ”

Kitty nodded, reaching out to catch Katrina, hard to believe she could hold up the other lady safely.

Tarrant shook his hand, allowing the blood to circulate normally to his paralyzed fingertips, and when he picked up the halberd again, it was a red flag for a warrior to have this feeling, and his body was almost exhausted.

Rex took out the flail, "two", and he was confirming the number.

The half-elf nodded at himself, then extended his index finger.

Meaning that he dealt with the one on the left, Tarrant swung his halberd, "a nice goodbye", and he sprinted forward.

The half-elf struck out simultaneously to his left, and the two of them quickly approached the light.

The walls around him gradually turned to stone, and the jagged knots seemed to be naturally formed, which was confirmed by the ground that Tarrant saw further forward, and the passage near the exit was a natural stone cave where zài had been stored, which may have been the reason why the lair was well concealed, hidden in some natural cave.

The two of them rushed into the fan-shaped space, the cool mountain breeze blowing on their faces, and the wisps of light leaked through some obstructions in front of them.

"pollonalsool!attadgol!" shouted, and a strong dwarf appeared in front of the right, fully armoured and with a short-handled double-headed axe.

"Deilwponlnel!" also appeared on the left side of the dwarf, the same equipment.

The language they used was something Tarrant had never heard before, it should be the local language of the gray dwarf, he raised his halberd to face the dwarf on the right, the double-headed axe flashed, the two iron tools collided with each other, the tip of the halberd was thrown out vigorously, the dwarf arm strength was very strong, it may also be because Tarrant was not good at using long-handled weapons, he controlled the halberd to turn but was swept away by the short axe again, and the long handle was actually restrained by the short-handled weapon.

The half-elf on the left stopped abruptly, knelt down on one knee, the short bow was erected on the arm, the bowstring was pulled back, the gray dwarf approached him in small steps, and the half-elf closed his bloody eyes, "Boom!"

The battle on the left was over, the gray dwarf rolling on his back on the ground, the mountain wind blowing the arrow feathers above the corpse's right eye.

The battle situation on Tarrant's side was quite passive, the halberd could not organize a decent stab, and every time he adjusted his direction, he was swept away by the dwarf, and he staggered back, unable to grasp the halberd handle with both hands.

"Bang!" the flail flung from the right side, and the dwarf raised his left arm to block, only to sink the spike into the armor of his left arm and cut off a long strip, revealing several claw-print-like wounds on his gray arm.

"baerlaimil!" the dwarf shouted, and the hatchet swept across the two tall men in front of him.

The halberd could finally get rid of the fate of being knocked away repeatedly, and Tarrant raised his halberd in disgust, he didn't want to use the long-handled weapon that was in his way, his left foot was raised high, and the metal boot was firmly stepped on the dwarf's face, this blow was much more comfortable, and greatly weakened the humiliation that Tarrant had accumulated from being suppressed by the short handle.

You can also imagine the feeling on the dwarf's face, he fell to the ground heavily, and there were scattered thuds between the cracks in his armor, but the axe did not come out of his hand.

Rex chased after him, the flail swinging from top to bottom, his usual routine, and Tarrant understood the damage that swing could make.

The dwarf still had no way to resist, he rolled to the left in time, the flail was empty, and with the momentum he got up, and with a "Ah!" sound, the sturdy man suddenly fell to the ground.

It was the only word Tarrant understood from the dwarf's mouth, and the poor creature had a dagger stuck in his left eye.

The half-elf walked this way.

"It's okay now", Tarrant looked around, no threat seemed to be there.

The half-elf drew his bloody dagger and grazed it twice on the ground and inserted it into the clasp, "Maybe." ”

"Perhaps?" Tarrant frowned as he surveyed the natural cavern as he confirmed that there were no other threats.

"Tarrant, try to avoid sweeps with your halberd, especially against nimble weapons like the Shorthandle," Rex kindly reminded.

"Hehe", Tarrant laughed dryly, he understood that he had made this mistake, using the halberd as a giant sword, and the attack routines of the two weapons were completely different, "I still have to run in." ”

The half-elf walked to the light, stretched out his hand to pull up the cover, it seemed to be a thick leafy green vine, the strong sunlight shone in from the outside, Tarrant stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, the sun, what a nostalgic thing, the air was mixed with the cool breeze of the mountains, his mood was completely relieved, the half-elf's face looked a little dead at this time, Tarrant asked, "What else is the problem?"

The half-elf picked the green vine.

Tarrant stepped forward, the air flow at the door was very fast, there was a "whirring" wind outside, it seemed that there was a strong wind, there should not be such a strong wind in the forest, he provoked the green vine in confusion, the scene in front of him made him open his mouth wide and unable to say a word, it was not shock, but complete shock!

In the rapid air current, his eyes barely opened, a large vast grassland was spread flat on the ground, a vast procession of unguates was rushing on the grassland, the tributaries converged in the center of the long river, Tarrant stuck out his head and looked down, the dense woods, straight down nearly a thousand feet, cliffs!

Tarrant took a deep breath of cold air and hurriedly stepped back, but the soles of his feet slipped on the gravel and fell forward, "Ah!" He grabbed the green vine, half of his body hung in the air, he was not a person who was afraid of heights, but he was weak at the moment, except for grasping the life-saving vine in his hand, he couldn't think of a second thought.

A hand reached out from the cave and brought Tarantra back, and Rex looked at the half-elf, "What's going on?!"

"Lanmiao Plain", the half-elf looked at the plain, his bloody eyes froze, it seemed to be a deep sense of belonging.

"Hell, isn't this an exit!?" Tarrant is on the verge of rage, this is not an exit at all, it's a damn "observation deck"! The team has gone through a series of dangers and accompanied the half-elves here to miss the Green Plains!

The half-elf looked up at the top of the cavern, "Wait." ”