Juan has a guess, so, is it magic?

It can instantly release a black mist that absorbs all visible light, and has natural infrared vision, coupled with dexterity.

No wonder this guy dares to attack more than a hundred opponents on his own.

Fortunately, his team was fairly well-trained, and the elven guards were also strictly disciplined, and they did not fall into chaos when they were suddenly out of sight.

Otherwise, you will have to suffer a big loss.

Juan, who was thinking like this, sounded Mosi's voice in his heart again: "Come and save me!" ”

"I was attacked, my soldiers were wounded!"

"Come to me, and I'll heal."

"Juan, who are you talking to?"

"Morgan, come back and explain."

Juan examines the Broken Tail Dragonman's injuries and recites that it will not be able to withstand the difficult journey up the sinkhole, and perhaps finding Mosi and treating her is the most promising solution.

Juan then ordered the march to continue.

Elves riding clouded leopards, in groups of six, spread out around the group, keeping on guard.

The Dragonman Self-Defense Force members are armed with guns in their hands, and they are all together, ready to support at any time.

Passing by the giant stalactite pillars in the Great Grotto, Juan saw a hand-dug hole in the pillar that contained the household items of the Dryads.

Obviously, this is the shelter that Mosi has arranged for her people.

It's just that there isn't a single Dryad here.

Juan, who was following the direction of the ink thread, noticed that there were hastily discarded items on the ground, as well as broken weapons.

Some of the stalagmites still had blood stains that hadn't dried out.

Apparently, the Dryad was attacked.

It was Drow who attacked them.

As we went deeper, the sounds of shouting, screaming, and clashing of weapons became clearer.

The elves who took the lead in reconnaissance returned and reported: "There are a lot of drows ahead, besieging the tree elves.

"They've spotted us, and a band of drow are coming at us!"

"Prepare for battle!"

At Juan's orders, the Dragonman Self-Defense Forces stood in a horizontal line, raising their AK-4s and aiming straight ahead.

The elven guards rode onto the clouded leopard and stayed on the wings of the dragonman's sidewalk, ready to assault.

Juan unleashed an anti-gravity camera, leaving it hanging in mid-air.

A figure flickered in the faint light ahead.

Juan adjusts the camera mode to low-light night vision shooting.

He saw the drow coming.

There were 20 of them, led by a female drow with a long whip, and the rest were men.

The drow spotted Juan's gang at a great distance, and they paused.

It seems that in addition to having infrared vision, Drow also has good low-light night vision.

It is a creature that is naturally adapted to live in the dark.

Juan, who was thinking so, saw that there seemed to be an argument on the other side, and a male drow seemed to be suggesting something to the female drow who was leading the team.

He pointed to Juan's side, as if to show the female Drow that they were not superior in numbers.

But the female drow's answer was a merciless whipping.

Drow, the leader of the group, then rolled up her whip and pointed it at Juan.

So, the drow rushed towards Juan's gang, and the male Drow who made the suggestion was placed at the front.

Juan couldn't help but feel angry, a kind of anger that comes from being slighted by his enemies.

Only 20 drows dare to attack their own team of 100 people, they are so confident?

However, Juan thought that just now a drow dared to raid his team of 100 people, perhaps, this creature is so arrogant.

Then give them a lesson that they will never forget, and let them know what it means to be afraid before they die!

Juan waited for the drow to get about 100 meters closer, and shouted:

"Ready!"

With Juan's order, the Dragonman Self-Defense Forces were ready to shoot.

At this moment, the female Zhuo on the opposite side opened her mouth wide and seemed to shout.

But there was no sound, like an actor performing a pantomime.

But suddenly, Juan felt fear.

It was an indescribable fear that penetrated deep into my heart and exploded like a depth charge, spreading all the pain that had settled in the muck of memory.

In just an instant, Juan's brain turned into a mess.

He wanted to wail, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he was wailing, why he was screaming, why he was crying.

Juan completely lost the ability to think.

But the chip in his brain is unaffected, still analyzing the information from the anti-gravity camera.

Juan saw the elven guards in a mess, and the clouded leopards under their seats were all blown up.

He saw the dragon-man self-defense members' faces full of pain, as if they had just learned that their relatives had died.

Some dragonmen gave up aiming and wiped their tears with their free hands.

And the Drow are rapidly approaching.

The leading male, Drow, shot crossbow arrows as he ran, arrows coated with neuroparalyzing toxin piercing into a draconian's vest-like armor.

However, the human armor that the AK-47 can't penetrate even at close range is not something that can be pierced by a crossbow arrow.

The drow was keenly aware of the problem, and he struck out a string of sign language at his companions.

So, all the drows abandoned their crossbows, drew their scimitars, daggers, or daggers, and accelerated their charges.

This information was faithfully conveyed to Juan by a brain chip.

Under this influence, Juan regained some of his senses.

"Open...... Ho. ”

Juan's throat didn't seem to be his.

"Open...... Fire! ”

His voice was as soft as the whispers of a couple.

"Fire!"

Juan finally regained the sense of speaking, but the dragons and elves, immersed in pain and confusion, had not yet reconnected their ears and brains.

"Fire! Fire! Hurry up! ”

Drow at the front was less than twenty meters away from Juan.

"Dada......da

Juan gave up the order, picked up his AK-47 and fired at Drow.

Drow shook like a convulsion, then went limp.

A drow in the back continued to charge without blinking, and was also swept to the ground by Juan.

The deafening sound of gunfire finally forced through the ear nerves of the dragons.

The dragons, who had been trained to be reflexive, picked up their assault rifles one after another.

"Dada", "Dada", "Dadada", "Dadada", "Dada", "Dada......dada", "Da

For a time, gunsmoke and gunfire filled the entire battlefield.

Like Juan, the dragons pulled the trigger and ran out of bullets in their magazines in one go.

Eighteen male drows fell to the ground, but the nineteenth were wrapped around their throats with whips and forced to stand in front of the female drows.

As Juan changed his magazine, the female drow left behind her companion's corpse and turned to flee as fast as she could.

"Smack"

With the crisp sound of Winchester's shotgun, Drow's head burst open like a watermelon.

"The whole team!" Juan shouted hoarsely.

The soldiers did not immediately respond to Juan's orders, they were slow, and it was clear that memories of pain and fear were still interfering with them.

Juan did not dare to move forward with such a team.