Grod threw another punch at him, but Loki easily dodged it, adding another wound to his arm.

In the optic nerve image, a dynamic 3D mannequin emerges, and there are digital information that beats from time to time.

Although in the dark, the half-elf boy knows all of Grod's movements.

Grod went from angry to panicked.

Listening to the voice, the half-elf cub was beside him, but he couldn't touch the other party at all, and he couldn't even touch a single hair......

Heavy gasps, panicked screams, kept ringing......

But he couldn't hide the sound of the sharp claw knife being cut again and again, and Grod's flesh being cut, he was cut at least dozens of times by the tactical claw knife.

The skin was covered with wounds, and it was filled with viscous blood.

Grod's screams grew weaker and weaker, and in the darkness, he had no way to escape, and he no longer did some useless dodging.

As if affected by the viscous blood, Loki's wrist moved, and the blade of the tactical claw knife seemed to be stuck in a strong muscle.

"Got you, half-elf bastard......"

With a hideous smile on his face, Grod took advantage of the hard-won opportunity to grab the half-elf boy's wrist with his big hand, and the scene seemed to be flipped in an instant.

Loki sneered, and his other hand instantly gave up the tactical claw knife in his hand, and suddenly pulled out the sharp dogleg knife at his waist.

A quick and precise sharp dogleg knife slashed at Grod's wrist.

With a scream from the trafficker, the wound was so deep that the blade even avoided the hard bones and slipped into the gaps in the joints.

Loki took the opportunity to break free of his left hand.

He immediately clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, his waist and legs bent slightly, and in an instant, he gathered the strength of his whole body, and the dogleg knife slammed upward.

In the dark, when Grod found out about his crazy move, it was too late to dodge.

Grod let out a cry of pain.

His hand, which had been badly injured, had his entire wrist severed, and blood sprayed his face.

Loki's face was already covered in blood, but he didn't wipe it at all.

Although he was much shorter than the traffickers, he was like a real predator in this familiar, dark cavern.

Grod's psychological defense line was torn open, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he held the severed hand and retreated in panic.

Although he tried to keep his voice low, it was difficult to avoid the sensory optimization of the half-elf boy's perception, and Loki approached in a roundabout way, in a stealthy state that made it difficult for the other party to detect.

"You cut off one of my fingers, so I killed you with my own hands. ”

"I didn't expect that killing once was not enough, it just happened to let you experience the pain of a severed limb, this time, I will definitely not let you die so easily......"

There were echoes in the cavern, and the words full of contempt echoed in Grod's mind, and he felt like a trapped beast that he had no way to retreat, and his face returned to that perverted hideous look,

Grod clenched his teeth, tore off his shirt, and tied the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

There was a sudden noise beside him, and Grod quickly turned around and swung it with his other fist.

He'd broken the bones of many beggars, believing that no matter how weak he was, he could knock down that damn half-elf cub with one punch.

The heavy fists fell to the empty again, making the already weak body feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Groder didn't have a chance to think about it that much, he felt a pain in his back ankle, and instinctively tried to retract the injured foot.

But he didn't expect this half-elf bastard to be so insidious, but the ankle that was injured first was just a tentative attack.

The real target is his other limb, the foot that supports the center of gravity.

In Loki's spatial vision model, he can observe the target comprehensively, and even consciously predict all the movements of the target in a small way.

Although Grod's physical attributes have the quality of a fifth-level apprentice, Loki is no longer powerless to fight back before.

Moreover, Grod's appearance in this pitch-black cave is still the familiar terrain of the half-elf boy.

It can be said that his end is doomed, but the way of death may be a little different.

This dogleg knife is worthy of being made by the old dwarf himself, and the blade has not been worn out much for so long.

It was just two slashes in front and back, not only scratching the flesh and skin, but also cutting the ligament of one of Grod's calves.

In the frantic screams of the trapped beast, Grod fell to the ground with a bang, and a large pool of blood slowly flowed.

Loki grinned, his hatred had already been vented, and he still had to take into account little Fatuna's feelings.

It's good not to cast a shadow on the psychology of the half-elf little girl.

He found his short-armed crossbow and quietly picked up the arrow, unable to see through the darkness even with a glimmer of night vision, but according to the coordinates of the spatial model in his mind, an arrow hit Grod's body.

He was hit by an arrow in the chest, but Grod's vitality was stronger than expected, and he screamed in pain while shouting insults at him as a half-elven mongrel.

Loki smiled disdainfully and took a few steps closer.

He pulled the crossbow and shot an arrow through the trafficker's neck, stopping the cacophony.

After a long time, little Fatuna ran to his side and pulled at his clothes.

"Brother Loki, are you okay?"

The little girl stumbled with a little crying and said, "When you left, I, I was scared, and then this, this human appeared here......"

"Is he—is he the same Grode? Lowe, Brother Loki, are you hurt?"

Loki first comforted little Fatuna, "I'm fine, he's dead, don't be afraid." ”

Then a man approached Grod's body to investigate.

Unexpectedly, the trafficker was not dead, and even bit his neck when he leaned over.

The half-elf boy had a cold face, but he was not afraid to dodge.

He raised the dogleg knife for a moment and put it horizontally into the other party's mouth.

Grod is not a professional yet, and no matter how strong the bite force of a human being, he can't help the dog-legged knife forged by the dwarf himself.

Pulling the handle of the knife violently, a huge crack was immediately cut out of the human trafficker's mouth.

Grod laughed maniacally, "Haha, half-elf bastard, do you think you can kill me, I won't die here." ”

"You can't escape, mongrels, half-elf mongrels, all have to ......"

Loki stomped on his forehead and slashed off his head with several knives.

Although the crazy laughter stopped, something strange happened.

Grod's body and severed head disappeared little by little.

Even the night of blood he had shed before was gone, as if it had never existed.

Little Fatuna had just raised the torch next to her when she was startled by what she saw.

"He, he's the same monster as the town......"

Loki patted her on the head, and the little girl hung her head and couldn't let go, and she snapped her fingers in fear and guilt.

"Brother Luo, Brother Loki, does his appearance have anything to do with me, you told me about the previous experience, and then and later, this Groder seems to have appeared from my dream......"

......

Loki had already guessed in his heart that this Grod might not be the trafficker he killed in Fog Castle.

It is likely that an unexplained phenomenon caused him to appear in the cavern like a mirror image of a memory.

Hallucinations? or is it a mirror image of reality?

No matter what it is, the reason for it is related to little Fatuna, and even has a little connection with herself, otherwise this Grod mirror image would not be so real.

The simple method of elimination reasoning, all kinds of strange phenomena, the biggest reason, is still caused by the place of Silent Town.

It must be clarified as soon as possible and leave the Silent Town.