Pandis saw that Doroman's ears turned slightly outward, and later said to Pandis:

"Your Royal Highness, please don't move. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Then, like a breeze blowing, the old dark elf who looked like he would fall to the ground and die at any moment, disappeared into the stone chamber in an instant.

This speed sent chills down Pandis's heart.

In the darkness, she turned her gaze outside, trying to listen to the movement outside.

Chris, is that you?

Outside, there was still no sound at all.

Pandis felt her heart beat faster and faster.

No, I've got to get out, maybe that's the chance Chris won for me.

However, the thought of Doro Mann's terrifying speed made Pandice shudder.

Chris, be careful!

She made up her mind and walked out, so as not to alarm others, she put her steps very lightly.

She followed her memories of the light, stretched out her hand and groped the stone wall, and slowly walked out.

Turning the corner, a slight breeze blew from the mouth of the stone chamber, which cleared Pandis's heart, and she stepped out.

She had only taken a few steps before a cold hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist strongly.

Pandis couldn't help but exclaim.

"Shhhh

"Humph!"

Pandis sat back on the stone bench he had before: "Your Excellency Doro Man, may I ask what is going on?"

Doro Man smiled strangely: "Your Royal Highness the Princess, although I can't see it, I can hear it, your heart is beating fast!"

Pandis didn't speak.

"You know who's coming! Well, allow me to be curious for a moment... Isn't it your lover?"

There was no answer.

"Hehe," said Doro Man, gasping slowly, "look, your heart is beating faster again!"

"Well, princesses have princess reserve-yes, it's a weird word for humans, it's weird, let's get back to the old question, you..."

Pandis suddenly spoke: "How is he?"

Doro Man was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange smile: "It's interesting, the dignified princess of the elf clan actually puts her feelings for her lover above the prosperity of the race. ”

"This is what I owe him—he didn't have to come," she said quietly, "and she looked up slowly, though she couldn't see anything in the darkness, "besides, he's not my lover -- he hates me." ”

"I have no interest in hearing your tales of affection, Your Highness," said Doroman's voice, "or, for your pleasure, I may compliment him by saying that he is a warrior, but he has no corresponding strength—he is now in my hands. ”

"Impossible!" Pandis stood up, "you won't be his match!"

"Oh?" said Doroman, who seemed surprised, "is he a Sage?"

Pandice chuckled softly, "Lord Doroman, you lied—did you not catch him?"

Doro Man admits very calmly, "Yes, but that's almost there, I've already got Zad and Zyra to fight together - you don't know how good they can work together, even if it's me, it will take a lot of effort to defeat them." Of course, he is indeed a rare strong man, this time, I only brought five people, and now, three have fallen under his hands. ”

The muscles on his face twisted in the darkness, and there was a deep resentment in his mouth: "It's been a long time since a dark elf died in battle, it's good, it's good! ”

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the darkness: "Oh yes, your Royal Highness the princess, you should also take a look at this, in that case, maybe you will have a different idea of my previous proposal." ”

The fire flickered, and the candles on the stone table were lit again, and the dim light spread.

Doro Mann was carrying a string of things in his hand, Pandis couldn't see it clearly for a while, rubbed his eyes, waited until his pupils adjusted to the light, looked closely, and couldn't help but let out a frightened scream, desperately dodged back, covered his mouth, and turned his eyes away.

Head!

A barrage of heads!

Something I'd heard so many times came to mind: each head smaller than a child's fist, with hair on top of its head, and a variety of expressions on its faces, including anger, joy, pain, sadness, and some frowning. By the candlelight, Pandice could easily see that the sheen meant that they were real heads, and some of them had elven ears.

It turned out that the rumor was true!

Pandis shuddered involuntarily.

It's not terrible to die, but it's terrible that after death, the corpses have to be made into their so-called "handicrafts".

Doro Mann's eerie laughter echoed in the small stone chamber, triumphant and frenzied.

"It's noisy!"

Doro Mann burst out laughing.

"Who?"

There was no answer.

“zjde!”

“jkdla!”

Still no response.

Pandis stopped trembling and listened intently to the movement outside.

Doroman turned around, and the candle went out.

A gentle breeze blew in, and Pandis could smell a faint smell of blood.

Chris!

You've finally arrived!

With another breeze, Pandice felt Doroman sweep out of the stone chamber.

"Chris, he's fast, you have to be careful!" she cried out desperately.

Outside the stone room, it seemed to be the empty stone hall, and I faintly heard Doroman "snort", and then the hall suddenly lit up.

It's Chris's flash!

However, what reached Pandis's ears was a snort from Chris and a smug laugh from Doro Manna: "Fool, I can't see it." ”

Chris is wounded!Pandis fell into a deep sense of self-reproach, and tears flowed from his eyes.

I'm the one who hurt you!

Feeling the blood coming from the wound, Chris put away his scorn.

It's me who takes it for granted!

The talent of the dark elves is their terrifying night vision, but it also means that their pupils can't stand the stimulation of strong light at all, and the previous five people almost all fell on Chris's flash technique.

Who would have thought, this old man of the dark elves, but he is a blind man.

It's a loss!

Chris dodged and rolled over several times in succession, letting go of the ghostly old man's attack.

Darkness is too bad for me.

As soon as he jumped onto the stone platform, the old man turned over and aimed his dagger at himself with great accuracy.

This damn old bat!

Although Chris has mastered the vision of meditation in action, he can't keep it in such a fierce battle, and what he can rely on is his own sense of touch, hearing, and prediction.

And the opponent, a person who has long been blind, the other four senses other than his vision, after a long period of training, have long been better than many times better.

No wonder it has been said that God closes one door and opens several windows for you at the same time. (To be continued.) )