As the night wore on, David, who had slipped around the streets of the city for most of the time, finally found his purpose in the lower part of the port.

As he stepped out of an uninhabited alley, he reappeared in the same image as the tool man elf from last time.

However, in order to lower the target's vigilance, he deliberately fine-tuned the elven face, which may be handsome in the eyes of humans.

His face was pale, with bags hanging from his eyes, and a slight strange flush.

In short, at first glance, it makes people feel that the kidneys are not very good.

And as David approached without disguise, the short elf who was standing on the corner of the street in the cold wind immediately licked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

It's not like meeting other serious elves or sheriffs, pretending to be cold or turning around and leaving.

"Let's get some first."

David took out a silver coin and shoved it into the other's open palm.

"Uh-huh, wait a minute."

The elf closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, and then pulled out a reagent bottle wrapped in spider silk from behind his cheeks as if by magic.

'What the hell am I'm here' Davy grimaced as he took the slippery reagent bottle and rubbed his hand on his robe.

Naturally, the contents of this potion bottle are not [Anger Mixture], but the infamous Zhuo specialty, psychedelic potion.

But since they all sell psychedelic potions, greed often drives such organizations to monopolize all the gray products that can make a profit in a region, such as the [Wrath Concoction], which is also well-known in the field of combat.

The elf seemed to feel the disgust from David, and was quite dissatisfied:

"Anything else?" Xin said that the city gate guards and sheriffs were so strict, otherwise how could she bring the goods.

David took out another Devin Sergin and immediately dispelled the other party's dissatisfaction:

"I want to buy something."

The elf's eyes lit up, he took the gold coin and put it in his mouth and bit it, his smile suddenly became enthusiastic, and he looked at David, the 'tuberculosis ghost', who looked handsome and compelling, but the greed in her heart drove her to ask for more:

"Want to be my downline? That's a bit of a point. ”

David was disdainful in his heart, but he was extremely 'generous' and said:

"That's not for purchases, it's a referral fee for you."

"And I want a lot of money, you can't eat it."

"Take me to the stronghold."

The elf was originally a little unconvinced when he heard this, but when he saw David's indifferent eyes, he instinctively obeyed with fear.

Originally, she wanted to reach out to hold David, but when she felt the other party's obvious rejection and contempt, she immediately stomped her foot and led the way honestly in front, but she cursed in her heart.

As a drow, especially a female drow, there is basically no one who is not superstitious about his charm for the interrace.

And when the alien is not interested in himself, he is uniformly classified as a damn homosexual.

Although they generally do not reject the same sex, the premise is that they are polysexual.

This is a set of contempt chains that conform to the three views and thinking logic of Zhuoer.

And as David followed the drow disguised as a High Elf into the sewers, he soon saw a lot of drow filled with potions along the way to vent his exuberant energy.

When his gaze swept over, some of the drows even had a seductive look.

It's like an invitation, an invitation to join them in their feast.

As David went deeper, he realized how intricate Devinsell's sewer had been, like a giant labyrinth, and his nasal cavity was always filled with a mixture of mold, rot, and other unknown odors.

The walls and even some of the floors were covered in slippery moss.

But Drow in front of him walked vigorously and lightly, and his steps barely made a sound on the wet ground.

Drow, who had already entered the deeper and darker complexity, was like returning to his own home.

I'm afraid that in a few years, this place will become the second spiritual home of the drow elves.

Above is the bustling Devensel, and a bunch of rustic and deceitful 'distant relatives', compared to the cruel and dark dark dark area, this place is simply blessed.

At this moment, David finally understood why the High Elves of Devensel had no choice but to hide in the sewers.

The time and place are favorable, and people are not the same!

The most important thing is that although the High Elves also have [Dark Vision], they can see clearly about 18 meters in this situation where there is no light source at all, and Drow, who has been wandering in the dark area for an unknown number of years, is at least 40 meters away.

Drow, on the other hand, is known for his expertise in secret warfare and assassination.

In this intricate sewer, if the difference in strength between the High Elves is not too big, they basically can't fight 'head-on' with Drow.

Drow wouldn't choose to confront them.

It's not going to be a 'sewer expedition' in order to clean up these 'rats' in the sewers, right?

If this resolution is passed in a real dizzy mind, it is estimated that the entire elf kingdom will start a war of words first.

Just as David was gloating over this, the drow in front of him finally took shape and stopped in front of a stone gate with obvious traces of drow's carvings and the guarded drow.

The drow in charge of guarding was visibly unhappy that his companions had brought David, a true 'High Elf'.

The two exchanged signs in Drow's sign language, and when the Drow shoved David's previous silver coin into the other's hand, his attitude immediately relaxed, as if he didn't see David, and turned around to push open the stone door.

"Thanks, though, I'll do it myself."

"What are you doing?!"

As the warden looked at David with a wary look, his hands silently rested on the back of the necks of the two drows.

The scene at that time was extremely weird, the two drows had obviously sensed David's movements, and they also bent their knees and lowered their bodies for the first time to reach their hands to the quenched daggers on their waists and thighs, but under the indifferent gaze of David's [greedy] eyes, it was as if they had taken the initiative to send their necks into his hanging hands.

Click.

With two crisp sounds, the two drows were unable to move except for their still widening and rolling pupils.

David threw the caretaker away like garbage.

Then he retrieved his gold coin and a dozen silver coins belonging to the other drow in the ravine, and then stuffed the slimy psychedelic potion bottle back into Drow's mouth, and rubbed his hand on the other party's body before throwing it away.

What's more, a red dragon dares to ask for money.

"It's self-defeating."

David shook his head, and the mouth that originally belonged to the elf suddenly began to lengthen with his sneer, and sharp teeth grew.

The legs, which also began to bulge out of their muscles and grow red scales, kicked the stone gate in front of them straight away.

Unable to help but start to rise taller, he supported the slightly short travertine and stepped into the relatively open 'water storage room'.

How could the unusual movement outside the door be concealed from this group of drows with amazing perception.

When David, the 'monster' who was constantly moving towards the dragon's alienation, stepped into it, hundreds of drows who were originally indulgent, or drunk, or talking, or secretly discussing stopped what they were doing, turned around in unison, and then held the weapons in their hands, and looked at David with vigilance and malice in their eyes.

"This. . . Strange visitor? Dare to ask you, what do you mean? The female Drow at the head of the pack asked.

There is no mention of the two drows who died in vain.

Those who can see the hundreds of middle-level people in their entire organization as nothing are either crazy people who have taken too many drugs.

Or, it's the kind of crazy person who is absolutely not easy to mess with.

The comer is clearly the latter.

A group of drows instantly checked all the rivals they might have provoked recently in their minds, but they couldn't find anything to do with the dragon.

And David, who was close to half-dragon and was already approaching three meters tall, but he was still expanding, glanced around at Zhong Zhuoer, and said in a deep voice:

"Get out of my turf."

"You!"

After uttering these words, which made all Drow stunned and angry, David completely reverted back to his true identity as a red dragon.

It's just that I don't know if I've eaten too well recently, and the size difference with the silver dragon form, this change comes back, and the head directly penetrates the 'ceiling' above.

There was a loud bang.

Zhuoer, who had been coerced by the sudden appearance of the red dragon, retreated again and again, was also confused by this scene.

But looking at the red dragon that suddenly stuck in the crack of the brain, it made some drow realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Kill him!"

Half of the drow had already stepped on the shadows and were ready to step up to slay the dragon in an instant.

In one corner, a diametrically opposite sound suddenly emerged.

"Run!"

"It's the Saidponga !!"

The crowd of Zhuoer, who had already pounced on their front feet, were weak in their feet, and almost vomited blood on the spot.

You recognize it!

Why didn't you speak earlier?!

The second shift in the morning~

(End of chapter)