On the second level of the dark region, in the nameless cave, a fierce battle is going on to a climax.

The twin knives and the giant axe struck each other, making a clanging sound of gold and iron. The two blades carved with snake and vine patterns did not force themselves against the battle axe, which carried the power of a thousand pounds, but rather skimmed the blade of the axe and galloped down, trying to cut off the fingers of the man who wielded the axe.

The man with the axe let go of his hands gripping the hilt and let the axe fall, then slammed his fist into the master of the two blades.

The heavy fist with the joints covered with calluses, carrying the sound of whistling through the sky, rubbed the pointed ears of the master of the double knife and hit the vacant. The twin knives took advantage of the situation, seized this rare gap, and stabbed directly into the chest of the axe-wielding man.

Warm blood flowed down the blood groove of the blade, splashing onto the black skin and pure white hair. Immediately afterward, the twin knives slashed diagonally, enlarging the wound, and bright red blood gushed out like a waterfall, taking away the power of this burly body. The man with the axe fell to his knees and let out a painful 'moo', and a pair of huge palms covered the wound on his chest helplessly, but to no avail.

The master of the two knives jumped high and slashed down in the air, and the two sharp blades were like lightning in the darkness, slashing heavily at the neck of the man who wielded the axe. Immediately after, a head with two horns rolled to the ground, and the kneeling headless body also fell with a bang.

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Finally got rid of this difficult minotaur. The master of the sword dancers of the Drow Elves, 'Willes Osto', frowned, clutched his injured left shoulder, which was oozing blood again, and stopped in place to catch a few breaths to recover his already exhausted body.

A mournful cry was heard in the distance, reminding him that this small victory did not mean the end of the battle.

Villes looked up at the voice and saw one of his young kind, slashed in the chest with a serrated steel axe by a stone-blind barbarian, lying on the ground covered in blood.

It was 'Masogi', the last disciple of Villes.

This young man was very talented, but he had never liked to learn how to use weapons and how to fight. He would rather be a male wizard. Because this is the only way to gain true power in the society of the drow elves, the male drow.

But he overlooked one thing. Although the social status of male drow wizards is much higher than that of warriors, even the most powerful male drow wizards are still inferior to the lowest ranks of female priests.

And now it is no better than in ancient times, the drow wizard's control of magic has long been weakened to the extreme, and he is still deeply suspicious of those female priests, it is better to be a cannon fodder warrior honestly, at least better than a slave.

Forget it, it's useless to think about it now, this young man should have returned to the arms of Rose after the spider god, right......

Villes wasn't sure in his heart, after all, the queen of gods ......

“Lolth?tlu?mallajal?ultrinnan?zhah?xundus.? (Praise to God Rose, all victory comes from her)" Willes meditated in his heart, banishing the irreverent thought from his mind.

The battle was still going on, and there was only one person left in their rout, except for Willes.

But this last unknown clansman was also hit in the head by a stone-blind barbarian with thick gray scales and moss, with a hard quartzite war hammer.

Blood flowed through his eyes, and the clansman staggered back, refusing to fall, his sword swinging in an orderly manner. Three stone-blind barbarians had fallen at his feet, but there were still two around him. And the enemy who had killed Masogi with a steel axe also stepped forward to support.

Not to mention three, this clansman can't even handle one at the moment.

Willes swiped a sword flower with both hands, stooped and squatted, and sped towards his fellow clansman at a rapid pace.

The stone-blind barbarian, with a steel axe in his hand and several scars on his chest, changed direction and strode towards him after hearing the faint sound of him running from the side. Willes used the 'Uno's Fang' in his left hand to meet his opponent's serrated steel axe, and the 'Uno's Poison' in his right hand stabbed his opponent's abdomen.

These eyeless humanoid underground creatures have no vision, but they possess a strong sense of smell and vision, and can fight through blindness, sometimes more difficult to deal with than those who have eyes.

The stone-blind barbarian had a lot of combat experience, and he easily avoided the danger of being impaled by turning sideways, and the 'Poison of Unowe' struck the air, but Willes was a skilled sword dancer, and his attacks were usually like a rainstorm, giving the opponent no respite.

The two scimitars complemented each other, and the other party's parry became more and more hurried. After more than ten rounds, the stoneblind barbarian was unable to dodge and was slashed off by Villes with the 'Uno's Fang' to cut off the arm holding the steel axe.

In the next moment, the 'Poison of Uno' slashed through its neck, causing the fierce general of the Stone Blind Barbarian to fall down with the only remaining hand covering his neck.

Unfortunately, the Willes's fellow was also crushed by two other stone-blind barbarians because of this short delay.

He was the only one left alive in this wave of routs, but Villers was not saddened by it. Although he did not join the Drow army, and was responsible for training the martial arts of young people in the rear, he was still accustomed to seeing the death of his kind. Even a large part of these deaths were caused by themselves, in order to please the great Spider God Queen.

In fact, in the depths of Villers's heart, he thought that the destruction of the drow city of 'Sastiria' by the Mind Flayers was not entirely bad in a sense. At least he didn't have to look at the faces of those female drow sacrifices to live, and he didn't have to worry about being sacrificed to the great goddess by them if he was not careful.

Willes believes that his faith is undoubtedly faithful, but that it is better to live.

However, although he has successfully escaped from the ruined city of Drow, he still needs to live in fear and trepidation every day, and he may die if he is not careful. Although it has been a long time since the war that affected the entire underground situation, the Mind Flayer has not spared the defeat of the city of Sastiria.

The Tentacle Monster's slave army is still hunting for any fish that slips through the net, and sometimes the Tentacle Monsters will even go into battle to capture their valuable prey.

These Mind Flayers use psychic abilities to knock down valuable prey, but they don't kill them right away.

During the escape, a Drow officer told the Velles the monsters why they did so - the returning Mind Flayer clan would turn their valuable prey back alive into the new Mind Flayer.

And only those who are strong and have no obvious flaws can be considered valuable by this Mind Flayer clan, and will accept him as one of them through the transformation ritual......

The last two stone-blind barbarians were significantly weaker than the one with the sawtooth steel axe, and it didn't take much effort for Willers to get rid of them all.

He crouched down and looked at the fellow he had met on the run. The left side of the guy's head was smashed, but he was still alive. It's just that there is only one last breath left.

His kindred's breathing was extremely weak, and he turned his head to look at Willes, "Lolth?tlu?mallajal (Praise to Rose)," he stumbled.

"Quarvalsharess zhaun," Villes replied.

The clan smiled, "Ulu?z'hin?maglust?dal? QUellaT?lueth? Valsharess?zhah?ulu?z'hin?und?lit?phalar (After leaving the family and the gods, we will go to the cemetery)" he said angrily, his eyes looked at the top of the mottled fluorescent cavern, and his eyes fell silently.

Maybe. Willes got up and glanced at a dark corridor. He knew that there were other pursuers behind him, even a few Mind Flayers, and he had seen those abominable monsters from afar.

Yes, Villers knew that he was also a worthy prey, and his escape continued.

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