The darkness dissolves into the night, like a drop of water sinking into the ocean, without a trace of ripples, and without any waves.

At this moment, the moon happened to be blocked by dark clouds, and the moonlight suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding walls also surrounded the light of the magic lamp, so the darkness descended here.

There is darkness in the darkness, which should not be easily distinguished, but not far from this darkness, the figure that has been standing quietly can be seen, and it can be seen very clearly.

When he was watching, he didn't pay attention to the huge burning on his arm, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile.

The strength of the elves, it seems that it has really declined, and it will be so easy to kill it by itself, although such a result is expected, but to be able to succeed so easily, or let yourself have a great surprise,

It's just that he still has to wait for the final result to appear, after all, he wants to bring back those dry bones, which is the biggest request for the old man with the magic wand given to the guild.

All eyes were focused on the shifting darkness, and the figure had been standing in the corner, with enough patience to wait.

Time passed slowly, and the black mass that the figure had been staring at had not stopped, but above his right hand, the entanglement of light and darkness had come to an end.

At this moment, the magic wand he was holding in his hand had turned into charcoal, and the scrap iron on the ground could still be seen to have the appearance of arrows, but the silver light was not there, so it had no value.

And the arms of the figure, the clothes have been completely burned, but the skin is only charred, and it has not been hurt by the flesh, let alone the bones.

Then this loss, except for the magic wand that this guild spent a lot of effort to get, it seems that there is nothing of other value that is destroyed, not to mention life, not even injured, so how can it be life and death.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is even stronger, especially when he thinks that he can have the opportunity to be promoted, or even the result, because of such an event, the excitement is even stronger.

Of course, if this elf is killed, the elf clan will definitely have anger, but isn't that anger exactly what their guild needs?

Now, it should be just to wait for the black mass to move completely, so as to collect the corpse of the elf.

It's just that it doesn't mean that half a minute can turn that second-level magician's spirit into dry bones? Why is it that it's been five minutes now, but it hasn't come to fruition for a long time.

Time was still passing, and the movement of the black group was still continuing, but the smile on the figure's face was dissipating little by little.

It's not normal, it's definitely not normal, that madman said when he sold this magic wand to the guild that except for the strongest elf, other elves can't survive three minutes at all, let alone those arrow-wielding elves who don't have much defense.

That half a minute was over.

But why is it that ten minutes have passed now, but it is not over?

The dagger in his hand suddenly appeared, holding it in the palm of his hand, and the figure finally decided not to wait quietly, but to step forward to see what was going on.

Step by step, there was caution, and even so, the figure was soon in front of the black group.

An extremely obscure feeling suddenly spread through his facial features, as well as the pores of his body, to his limbs, and the depths of his mind.

But it seems that he has long been accustomed to it, and the dagger in the figure's hand is held tighter, but that is when he wants to continue to have the idea of getting closer,

A sudden sense of danger came over me immediately, and there was no thought through the brain at all, and it was basically a reflex that exploded backwards all at once.

"You're from the Thieves' Guild?"

The moonlight was still obscured by the clouds, but the darkness disappeared in an instant.

That's right, it's not an explosion at all, or it's cracked, it's like the snow meets the sun, and it melts instantly, but unlike the snow melting, the black mass has nothing left at all, and the snow at least has a puddle of water stains.

But this was not the reason why the figure was shocked, the real reason was the one person and one elf who were basically intact, and the few words that came out of the elf's mouth.

"You're not an elf?"

In his mind, doubts arose, and he even said such a sentence directly, but when he said it, he also felt absurd.

Even if the alchemy product is developed, it can't change all of a person's appearance and temperament, just like now, he just has made some changes to his face, so that he can hide his true identity.

But turning a person into an elf is simply impossible.

Unless, it's the Tans who has level 7 strength and has gravity magic.

Suddenly, I thought of such a possible figure, and there was a very strong panic in my eyes.

But then, it seemed to be thought that if it was really such a situation, then he should have gotten the news a long time ago, and even if he didn't get the news because of the attack decision he made without authorization, then with Tans's strength, he couldn't stand until now.

However, if this is the case, the question arises again, why this elf with arrows, this second-level mage status elf, can still be intact after ten minutes, and can make the black mass dissipate.

Because of what, and what?

Serious fear turned into doubt, but the dagger in his hand did not relax at all.

"I'm asking you, you know?"

When this person had a thoughtful expression, Orenjeffer had already gently put Claire, who had fainted, on the ground, and at this moment, he had already gotten up, and then looked at the person lightly,

But at this time, the hand that made the figure hold the dagger suddenly tremble.

Blood, in the dark, that touch of blood red, has an extremely demonic light.

"You're really not an elf?"

"Like, now I'm asking you, right?"

His pupils shrank, and then the longbow in his hand appeared, and eight arrows were placed on the string.

If Claire can still wake up at this moment, the living blood will find that Orlanjeffer has changed a bow at this moment, and this bow is the ancient longbow that shoots through the earth's prison cage when he casts a combination of magic.

But Claire fell into a coma when the darkness struck, so of course it was impossible to see it at this moment.

As for the only person who saw it, he didn't have any other thoughts except that he thought that this elf had changed to a durable longbow, after all, what he had to do at the moment was to guard against those eight long arrows.

I just had a magic wand, so I wasn't afraid, but now that the magic wand has been destroyed, I must be directly exposed to these arrows, and this means that I must face the power of the elves.

But are you afraid?

I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, after all, the legend is over there!

But is it useful to be afraid?

His eyes were condensed, and he didn't care how this elf escaped the black group, and he didn't care what was going on with the blood-red eyes, his task was to kill this elf, and his purpose was to complete this task, so what was there to hesitate about.

The whole figure rushed out in an instant, leaving a trace of afterimage behind him,

If the legend is true, the elf will have unimaginable strength, but if the legend is true, then "close death" is his chance.

And it was when this person made such a rapid movement that the long arrow in Orenjiefer's hand went offline in an instant, and then scattered in a strange trajectory.

"Ding!"

The arrow shot out, as if piercing the air, but in just a moment, a crisp sound was heard, and then there was a rapid sound of the same sound from all around.

"Worthy of an elf!"

On the longbow, there were eight arrows again, but he stopped his movements slightly, and at this moment, Olanjiefer's eyes returned to their original state, and there was infinite clarity in his eyes,

Rather, the reason why Orangella stopped was not because of this.

Looking at the figure who had to stop because of his own arrows, Olanjeffer suddenly had a smile,

When others praise themselves, of course, they have to be polite, isn't it?

The bowstring was still full, and Olanjeffer took it after the man's words, "A thief!"

"You think you can kill me?"

"Your death is inevitable!"

"Why do you have such confidence?"

"Because, I'm Olanjeffer!"

The arrow left the string in an instant, and this time, there was no longer that strange trajectory, but the person who was targeted did not dare to have any carelessness.

This elf, with one palm and eight arrows, actually represents enough strength, but just now, because of his confidence in his close-quarters strength, he had a series of attacks,

But the eight long arrows seemed to predict all their movements, including the first arrow's own block, the second arrow's own dodge, and the third arrow's own dodge.

It was until the end that he had to stop and block the last arrow, as if everything was under his control.

What a horror it was, and what a kind of self-confidence.

And at this moment, the eight arrows are rising again, so how should I deal with it,

There was a breath in his heart, and then all his thoughts were lifted, and the man looked closely at the fast and approaching arrow, and even felt that the arrow slowed down a little in his sight.

But at such an instant, the whole person suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy, it was impossible for the arrow to slow down, and there was only one possibility if he saw his slowness.

It seems that he is about to break through to the strength of a third-level warrior!

And if that's the case, what you need is time, as long as you delay a little, you may be able to escape from here, or even kill this elf!