When the dwarves fell, they tore through the last barrier of the makeshift squad.

The ratmen who had bitten the dwarves to death also hung up, and it didn't matter, more ratmen trampled on the corpses of their companions and began to pour into this last col.

Without further hesitation, Valrhona pulled out a short-barreled musket pinned to her waist that didn't fit in with her outfit, and a red flare burst into the air.

Solloren was furious: "I said, never ask that human again!"

But in the next moment, he saw that the thorn bush that his fellow druid had summoned was brutally ripped open by the nezumi with his hands, and several hairy arms dragged her out of a crack in the thorn that was less than the size of three palms, despite the sting of the thorns.

"Soloren, save me—" The female elf left her last cry for help in the world.

Is this flesh-and-blood figure the figure that I have always loved deeply and sworn to protect to the death?

Looking at her figure being torn to pieces by the rampaging nezumi, Solloren's body froze suddenly.

All that echoed in my ears were the cries of her lover before she died, and two proverbs that every mother of a wood elf would tell her children when they were babbling.

"Don't forget your blood relatives Azul, who are enemies of our people. ”

"Don't forget your cousin Duruszi, they are the enemies of my people. ”

The High Elves call themselves Azul, and the Dark Elves are called Duruzzi, and in ancient times, the three elves were one race. The self-proclaimed Vault Elves of Essley are even more distrustful of other races, even more so than their own relatives.

However, at this moment, Soloren suddenly felt that he and his own race seemed to have made a huge mistake.

Soloron raised his slender elven sword and unleashed all his strength, hundreds of arcs of light formed a fierce killing web, sweeping away the nezumi in front of him.

Everyone knows that this is his last strength.

"Brother Soloren......" Valrhona's tears filled her eyes.

"Am I wrong?or is Essley wrong?" Soloren was so lonely standing in the midst of the mountain of corpses and blood, and he turned his head to look at the cute little princess of the wood elves, "Will that human named Martin come to save you?"

Valrhona wanted to say, 'As long as Martin is around, he'll come to my rescue.'" When the words came to his lips, they became: "He will come!"

She also doesn't know why she has such a mysterious confidence?

But at this moment, in her mind, there was a great figure of brilliance.

A completely different style of painting from Esley, and a completely different way of doing things from every Esley companion around him......

But she just believed him!

"He's coming!

In the next second, Soloren tossed her a necklace tied with a wooden carving: "If he comes, then tell Asis, tell all Esley - I was wrong! We were all wrong!"

"Huh?" Valrhona didn't understand.

But in the next moment, she was shocked to see Solloren abandon her sword, hold the bottom of her boot with one of her remaining arms, and toss her whole body into a cloud of smoke.

At this time, Valrhona was surprised to find that there was a small bulge on the mountain wall behind more than ten meters above the ground, which was just enough for one person to stand on.

As soon as she landed on it, Valrhona, who was in a state of panic, saw that the raging rat tide had been killed again, and in two or three seconds at most, it would drown her beloved Esley elder.

In fact, if nothing changes in the future, she will not be immune.

Those rat-men who crowd and trample on people will definitely form the most turbulent human ladder, rushing up and devouring her.

The dwarf's half-mutilated head was tossed high, causing a wider scramble. Behind the nezumi, more large nezumi grinned at them. Valrhona knew very well that the fate of her companion would be her own fate in a moment.

A few tears slipped down Valrhona's delicate face: "Martin, where are you?"

The moment the words fell, "biu-" sounded, and a golden signal flare rose in the sky not far away.

It's so close!

Valrhona couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Uncle Soloren, insist...... Stay ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she had covered her mouth in grief.

The upper half of Soloren's body was still the same person, but his waist and abdomen had been completely bitten in two by the sharp front teeth of the rat, and even his spine could be seen exposed to the air.

However, the stubborn elf smiled at the last moment of his life.

No one knows whether he was smiling comfortingly because the little princess was rescued, or smiling because he didn't see the wrong person.

The Nezumi army began to change.

Many of the nezumi continued to pounce on Valrhona, who was not high above the ground, and more nezumi began to stir, waiting for the leader's orders.

At this moment, several sharp green rays pierced the void. They seemed to shoot from the farthest reaches of the sky, but within a second, they accurately hit the glassy green jars behind the gas rats.

The special glass jar, which could withstand the thump of fifty pounds, was punctured at once.

Strange emerald green smoke gushed out, causing a lot of harm to the surrounding rat people on the spot.

Shooting seven green gas canisters is just the first step, and the real killer is yet to come.

Seven rockets, unmistakably shot at the gas filling hole.

"Huo!" The evil green flame burst out suddenly, and the next moment, there were seven explosions in almost no particular order.

The gas contained in the one-man tall gas canisters was a flammable gas, and the combustion caused by the small space immediately formed a terrible explosion.

The frenzy of green fire visible to the naked eye spread throughout the canyon in less than half a second. With the waves of fire, and the poisonous gas that spread.

Countless nezumi were either rolled on the ground directly by the flames, or choked on the poisonous gas and stuck in their necks in great pain.

"Squeak-"

"Quack—"

"Whoa!"

All kinds of incomprehensible screams and screams converged into a ball, and Valrhona, who stood on the high place, saw the chaos of the rat army in her eyes.

Aim!

Bend the bow!

Archery!

Valrhona repeated this set of actions mechanically with tears in her eyes, and she took advantage of the chaos of the nezumi to desperately kill the nezumi elite. Those special nezumi and nezumi elites are the commanders of the nezumi.

Kill them to have any hope of getting out of here alive.

Suddenly, Valrhona was shocked to find that an iron chain that had swung down from a higher place seemed to come to life, and at once it bound her waist and pulled her whole body up.

When I looked up, I saw a silver figure, and I didn't know when I came to the top wall of the canyon.