No matter what kind of conspiracy it is, the Minotaur can't control it at all. Of course, he couldn't see that when the horn sounded, the Minotaur stormtroopers of the same race as him, who looked exactly the same, and even had very similar standard equipment and combat skills, let out a roar like carnivores, and rushed out of the city with heroic steps. It is estimated that only when a few scantily clad carnivorous women are put in front of those muscular men who have not seen flesh for more than half a year, they will be able to burst out with the same spirit.

Of course, these subterranean creatures who work as thugs under the command of the Drow Elves have no mercy for their fellow people who are slaves to the Great Bugs, and they show no mercy to them.

It was only the first to take a look, and the Minotaurs, bear goblins, and gray dwarf troops, who were still hesitating at the head of the city, were baffled by the sudden explosion in the rear, and found a surprise blow.

Minotaurs and bear goblins are both brute creatures, but in the face of such an impact, they are helpless. The former is too strong-blooded, and it is easy to fall into rage and disorder, and it is estimated that more allies will be killed than enemies when they become chaotic; The latter's IQ is even more urgent, and although there is a "bear" in the name, after all, it still carries the word "goblin", and when it is hit by a sudden and unpredictable blow, it is easy to fall into a situation of collapse in an instant like their short and obscene kindred.

To put it bluntly, these races, which are more primitive than primitive orcs, will never react much more intelligently than beasts in the absence of absolute orders from higher authorities.

Slightly better are the gray dwarves. They are the greatest traitors in the history of the dwarves who worship evil gods, and the descendants of King Bratès, known as the "Lava Lords", have been reduced to pieces since they were banished to the Dark Lands by the Six Kings. It began to multiply in groups and clans, and the level of civilization suddenly regressed by several eras. But. Compared to the minotaur and bear goblin colleagues who don't have a level of civilization at all, they are still somewhat organized.

At the shouts of a small number of dwarven junior officers who still had some professionalism. A number of grey dwarves gathered to form their best tortoise formations against the Minotaur stormtroopers, who were individually stronger than themselves...... And at this very moment, a chain of lightning storms flickered and roared from the dark area with no sky at all, and exploded in the most densely lined place of the gray dwarves. After several beats of electric sparks, nearly a hundred dead and several times as many wounded were left behind.

The gray dwarf's army collapsed before it could be lined up.

"Heavenly punishment! Heaven's punishment has come! ”

"I knew that yesterday was an earthquake, and today is a thunderstorm! The true God has come, and we will all be sacrificed! ”

Ignorant people like to think of forces beyond their comprehension as gods. And the brain made up a lot of plots. Generally speaking, myths and religions that are very loving are born in this way.

"This magic! There is more than one Shadow Priest in the city! The Mippogriff, who had some magical insight, loudly reminded her chaotic colleagues, but it was still to no avail. She seemed to be about to use magic to identify the location of the opponent's spellcaster, but then she was hit by an ice pick, and by the time she landed on the ground, she had already turned into an ice sculpture, and then smashed into countless ice foam shards with a bang.

With the death of the only human-looking individual of the monster army under the city, the rest of the monsters have completely lost their ability to organize resistance. Wait until the thirty or so cold-blooded horsemen on the speed dragon who are closely following the Minotaur stormtroopers rush out of the gap in the wall. They also became the straw that broke the camel's back.

In an instant, fear spread like a contagion to the entire army, with bears, goblins, gray dwarves, and all sorts of strangely shaped crypt natives and monsters, all of which were ferocious for hours like the most ruthless predators. At this time, they all turned into the most timid herbivores, and let out a miserable scream and fled in all directions. It's the harpies, when all the witches are killed. There is no consciousness to stay to avenge the eldest sister's head at all, and one by one is like a group of sparrows who have met a big cat. In a panic, he flapped his wings and flew into the air, fleeing.

Of course. Just because they're in the sky doesn't mean they're safe. In addition to the arrows from the city's head that kept knocking down the birdmen, a second chain of lightning soon appeared in the dark void. Since the banshees fled in a dense formation, the results of this blow were not as good as before, but it still turned dozens of birdmen into coke with green smoke and arcs, and they died on the spot before they could even scream.

The remaining minotaurs and werewolves are very gentlemanly, but under the organized military impact of the other side, personal brute bravery is more like a foolish act at this time. Their feeble resistance lasted less than ten minutes. When the head of the last werewolf was pierced by the spears of the cold-blooded cavalry, the main battlefield of the fortress attack and defense of the underground world was over.

Of course, some of the drow scouts had already gone out to chase after them, with the face of a villain who had beaten the water dogs...... Ah no, a heroic spirit that should be left to chase after the poor, that's another matter.

The acting guard of Morayal City, the youngest shadow priest of the Lettor family, Sharah, looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old flower girl in the human race. Of course, since she is an elf, her appearance and temperament are naturally at the top of the world.

Because she was born with a noble bloodline and claimed to be a descendant of the Lite Tors family, a descendant of the sword dance girl Illis, who fell in the Battle of the Gods, Miss Sarahhel's appearance looks more "bright" than the average dark elf. She has long silver hair that hangs down to her waist, the ends of her hair contain a silver light that flows like the moon, her brown skin exudes a unique luster like a black pearl, and her dark red eyes do not evoke cruel blood, but a sense of ruby elegance and noble mystery.

The women of the Lettors family not only possess the magical powers they received from Leto, the goddess of the night, but are also extremely athletic female warriors. Their dark sword dance is claimed to have been inherited from the goddess Ellith. Naturally, it can be regarded as a divine martial art, even if it is a little incomplete. In Lu Xi's system, it can at least get an A-level evaluation.

Born from this family that was born with the dual cultivation of swords and spells. Sarah Hel was dressed differently than most of the Night Priests and Grandmothers. She wore a purple-black robe engraved with the sacred emblem of the Night Maiden and the family crest, but she was decorated with armor pieces made of metal in key places such as her heart, waist, and abdomen, which was not so much a robe as a piece of armor with more fabric. The weapon she wore around her waist was not the nine-tailed whip with some undesirable characteristics that most priests were used to, but two elven scimitars, one long and one short.

Of course, just like her bold sisters, this drow elf girl who looks like a high school student has a strong sense of design in her clothes. It's not so much the equipment in battle, but some kind of uniform temptation. The waist and hips and high slits that should be there, plus the low-cut design that exposes all career lines, will not be lacking.

The young Night Priest rode on the back of a group of large speed dragons that were several laps larger than the mounts of the average cold-blooded cavalry, and slowly drove the mounts to the end of the battlefield. A leather-clad drow male soldier falls to one knee in front of the priest's saddle, holding an octopus-like head in both hands.

"Ruhl, it's this guy!" Drow nodded through gritted teeth. It can be regarded as confirming the death of this land of life and death. In the eyes of humans, these octopuses actually have similar heads, but Sarah Hel can really identify each other by their appearance.

"I really want to thank you this time, Hurricane. Otherwise. My brain is probably a gluttonous meal for this guy by now. The young Night Priest smiled a smile rarely seen on Drow Elves as he said to a girl beside him who was also riding a speedy dragon.

The girl had short, neck-length off-white hair and wore a modest traveling mage robe. Although it is also a rare beauty whose appearance is definitely not inferior to that of most elves, you can know it just by looking at the rounded ear chakras that emerge from the ends of your hair. She's a purebred, 100% human with no additives.

If it were during the reign of Queen Rose, it would be hard to imagine that a noble drow priest would speak to a human in such a friendly and equal tone. There's no hope in that. It can be called a terrifying period in the dark history of the Drow elves, and the female drow elves are the undoubted leaders of society, and their only goal in life is to make their status in the eyes of the tribe and the queen of spiders elevated, so that they can do anything cruel and vicious without limit, anyway, the evil goddess sister who is not very stable in her mental structure also encourages her followers to kill each other. In the eyes of the Drow elf women, men are servants, foreigners are slaves or sacrifices, and the so-called three elves of the same race on the surface are enemies who must die if they see them.

Of course, the consequence of this is that the shadow mothers of the major families can live and enjoy their old age in peace, which is even rarer than the giant panda.

I have to say that in this kind of cheating society, the Drow elves have survived for nearly 10,000 years without extermination, which is really a miracle!

Of course, during the period of the goddess of the night, Leto, the dark elves were still a very solid drow matriarchal clan of social class, but they were indeed much more enlightened than before, not only gradually willing to deal with foreign civilizations on an equal footing, but although most of the eyes of relatives on the surface were oblique, they would not immediately copy the knife and do it, but there were also examples of men as family leaders. Of course, the Shadow Lords still rarely die, but most of them die on the front lines of the war against the Crypt Lords, not from assassinations and coups by sisters or daughters.

"It's all down to your decision. Not every Drow battle priest is willing to trust an outsider unconditionally. Tempest said, his eyes scanning the crowd of corpses. There was a hint of anxiety and expectation in her eyes, but her expression finally maintained the bearing of a "generation of grandmasters".

But such an expression can't hide the Zhuoer girl next to her, since she can call each other with a nickname like "Wind", it means that the relationship between the two parties is very close.

"Don't pretend, in fact, you really want to rush up and see if your little handsome guy who thinks about it for a long time is bumping into it, right?"

A hint of red flashed on the white face of the wind, but it quickly regained its original calm in less than a tenth of a second, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a bold healing virgin smile: "And then? Seeing that he was safe and sound, like all the other girls, Milk Yan rushed into his arms, pulled his collar and cried? ”

"It's not impossible. The contemporary scene of the king of the night sky howling and crying, this is rarer than the real dragon mating ~ mating. ”

It's really a carnivorous beautiful girl of the Drow Elf.,Even if it's a metaphor, it's such a heavy example.。

"However, the person who can capture the heart of the contemporary King of the Night Sky really makes me curious." The young Drow priest shrugged the bridge of his elegantly shaped nose with some surprise: "Someone like you will one day think about a stinky man. What is a man? Servants, craftsmen, soldiers, a bunch of congenital. It's hard for me to imagine that you humans would allow men to be the leaders of the family and the country. What about the promise that the two of us will spend our lives together? ”

"I have long forgotten the promise of being fooled by a box of chocolates when I was five years old. Besides, I think your brain really needs to be cleaned up by the Psicocs right now. Even if I can't find a man I like in my life, I won't come to marry a carnivorous woman. Tempest shrugged his shoulders and said something extremely violent with a healing smile on his face.

"Don't you object to the idea of 'having a captured heart'?" The girl showed a shocking expression, as if she had encountered something that subverted her three views.

"yes, who knows?" Tempest's gaze finally stopped in one spot, and she answered slowly as she jumped off the saddle and ran towards a figure that appeared in that direction, and the speed was still accelerating.

"Ju, it's really a milk swallow to be pregnant...... "The drow girl staggered on her mount, as if she saw her wife banging with her lover in front of her in her bedroom.

The man who came from the opposite side also opened his arms and smiled brightly: "Ah, Blast, I'm back...... Ah! ”

The second half of Lu Xi's sentence was interrupted by a sudden pink punch from the wind, and he covered half of his face and looked at the other party in amazement, as if he didn't understand this sudden divine unfolding at all.

"I'm telling you, Lu Xi? Berencaster, don't let me be a hero or die in front of me anymore! If there is a next time, take me to death with you! (To be continued......)