Talrant carefully cushioned Katrina's head and lowered her, his eyes guarded around, and softly shouted to the half-elf, "I'm blocking the passage", he pointed to the entrance of the passage, raised his fist, "You shoot from behind me." ”

The half-elf ignored it and raised its bow against the wall.

"Give me the halberd," Tarrant walked towards the half-elves.

The half-elf hooked its left foot to the halberd next to the wall and threw it to the ground.

Annoying attitude, although the battle just now between the two was quite tacit, but the communication was really unbearable, Tarrant picked up the halberd, "Do you understand what respect is!"

The half-elf glanced at him calmly, "Survive first", and the short bow and wings were pulled back to give a sense of "Gege" richness.

This autistic and indifferent guy, even if you want to quarrel with him, it is difficult for Tarrant to hold the halberd and guard the entrance of the passage, "How many targets?"

Three of the four arrows hanging from the string were erected.

Three people, not a lot of them, should just happen to pass by this position, Tarrant listened to the sound in the passage, he didn't notice the movement. The dwarven defender who was struck away by Rex might have brought more people with him, he had fled from the other direction, and this place really couldn't stay longer, otherwise it would be surrounded sooner or later.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and it was easy to tell that it was an earth spirit.

Tarrant was ready to attack, he raised the halberd horizontally, and found that there was a deep scar on the stone guard in his left hand, which was caused by the effect of being rubbed by the chain flail, and the pain made his left wrist very inflexible, unable to exert force smoothly, and his left arm could only be used as a support to stabilize the halberd.

A tall figure emerges from the darkness of the passage.

Slender arrows flew past Tarrant's ear and nailed to the figure's head.

Behind the fallen earth spirit stands a spirit sucking monster.

Two long arrows flew abruptly, and the psychic blast ended abruptly before it could be cast, and the long arrows hung the cartilage against the wall like a hook, and the other earth spirit guard behind him also lay obediently at the feet of the "master".

It's perfect, precise, fast, and powerful, if anyone else can shoot three arrows in seconds to kill the target Tarrant, they will be sincerely admired, but not including the disgusting half-elf beside him, Tarrant coughed in an imperceptible volume, put down the halberd and turned around and walked towards the black-robed mage.

"Let's go," the half-elf said, bowing his back.

"Wait!" Tarrant turned his back to the half-elf and refused disdainfully, he faintly had a rebellious hostility towards the half-elf, not because of his closed personality, the way of communication can be learned after training, but his disregard for other lives may not change in this life, in the world of the half-elf, there are only his own eyes and the enemy's eyes, in order to make up for the shadow left by the trauma of his right eye.

The black-robed mage couldn't wake up, Tarrant examined his limbs and ribcage, multiple fractures in his hands and feet, bleeding from the inside of his chest, three broken ribs, his pupils did not respond to light, his breathing was subtle, and he could die at any moment, these puppets had the same characteristics, thin as mummies, which made them like vases unable to withstand the slightest blow, let alone the baptism of magic missiles.

The half-elf stood beside the black-robed man, his expression calm, completely unconcerned about the mage's death, "Going out from here is the exit", he pointed to the passage next to the corpse of the first spirit-absorbing monster.

"Even if this is the exit, we have to wait for them to go together", Tarrant couldn't help but raise his voice, and as he walked past the half-elf, he noticed that the quiver was empty, and the half-elf only had the last arrow left in his hand, which was probably the only reason why the half-elf didn't leave alone.

The druid on the other side moved, his hands on the ground and shaking his head vigorously.

"Kitty", Tarrant helped her stand up.

"I'm fine......" Kitty slapped her forehead, and what stunned her should be the mage's psychic blast, which is different from the psychic attack of the spirit absorbing monster, the spell will not have a residual effect after the effect ends, and she can immediately restore her normal thinking ability.

The head of the flail shook slightly, and Rex slammed it, his body slowly relaxed, "Tarrant, are you alright?"

"It's alright," Tarrant said, holding up his left hand to show the deep scar on it, "but it's a pity you'll have to pay for my expensive repairs." ”

The priest put away the shackles, "It's time to end this accident before I'm charged." ”

"Then who should be in charge of the treatment", Tarrant grinned, seeing Rex standing in front of him, the adventure just now was worth it.

The priest heals Tarrant's wrist and right eye.

"Whoa", the half-elf leaned against the wall with his hands crossed on his chest, making an annoying noise in his throat.

Tarrant glared at the half-elves, "Let's get out of here." ”

"What about Katrina?" said Kitty, standing beside the mage, brushing the hair that was scattered across her face.

"I'll come", Tarrant held the halberd under his arm and picked up the mage, in a laborious position.

The half-elf let go of the crossed hand and looked at the four of them coldly, "This way." ”

"There are still a few rooms", Tarrant unconsciously quickened his pace as he carried the weight, the mage's soft body throbbing slightly in his arms, the tip of his nose rubbing against the stone defender.

"Two", the elf led the way into the passage.

"How many psionics?"

There was no answer.

Rex pulled out his torch, "Don't spare my life next time, I won't allow my hands to get any of my teammates' blood on them." ”

"I'll seriously consider your Tiyì", Tarrant followed the half-elf into the passage.

The passage was moderately wide, the walls were smooth, it was the product of artificial excavation, Tarrant's breathing became slightly short, and the body in his arms became heavier and heavier, if he could normally hold Katrina in Siant's full circle, but after hours of continuous fighting, she gave him a completely different feeling, it was like the restraint of an energy fist, and his hands tended to be numb.

The half-elf stopped in front of him, and pressed his right hand twice to signal silence.

Tarrant was scrambling to hold back his breathing, his body was overdrawn and he couldn't hold his breath steady, and hot sweat oozed from his forehead.

Rex stepped forward with a half-hunched body, holding the three flail heads in his left hand to prevent the metal from colliding, "How much?"

The half-elf stared ahead for a long time, shaking his head in a very small increment, and sprinting slowly with alert steps.

There should be no threat, the team followed closely and entered a fork, which was not actually a room, just a relatively wide three-way junction, no earth spirits or halflings, and a rare silence.

Tarrant felt the hot sweat on his forehead dissipate, and the air flowed very obviously, fresh air!

The half-elf crossed the fork and continued on.

"What's on the other side?" Tarrant turned his head to look at the other side of the fork, where the passage was wider.

The half-elves had distanced themselves from the team and were clearly not going to answer.

Another narrow passage, the further forward the air contains more vegetation smell, fresh and full of vitality, only the ground plants have this kind of life energy, the long-lost ground is about to appear, Tarrant vaguely saw a few glimmers of light in the darkness ahead, exit! The team finally walked here safely, he turned his head excitedly and shouted: "The exit is ahead!"

"Up front," the half-elf leaned against the wall and took out the bow, "hoping to leave." ”