The elf in front of him seemed to be stunned by this sudden change, he was stunned, and he also had a hideous expression, which was diametrically opposed to the elf's usual beauty and indifference.

"Say, who sent you?" I said in a deep voice again, the constantly boiling killing intent in my chest rushed against my reason, and countless 'kills' surged in my mind.

My expression at this moment must be even more hideous than before, because the expression of the elf in front of me is even more frightened than before.

The ...... elf opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and then he closed his lips tightly, and his frightened face showed determination.

"Don't you say yes?" I sneered, "Good, I'll let you say it, it will." ”

I slowly withdrew the big knife from his neck and sneered, "I suddenly remembered that some things seem to be much more interesting than killing you directly. ”

At this moment, the elf's wrist suddenly raised its wrist, and under my wrist, a delicate and sharp dagger appeared, slashing towards my arm.

I was not surprised by his move, and from the moment I removed the big sword, I was ready to be killed by him at any time.

With a flash of cold light, Naota came before the dagger, leaving a deep wound on his arm.

With a cry of pain, the dagger landed, and he exerted his strength with both feet, trying to retreat, but at this moment, another cold light came, and the great knife followed, leaving a deep wound on each of his legs, and then he stepped forward, flipped his wrist, and slashed his other intact arm.

His limbs were so badly wounded that he could no longer move, and he fell to the ground with a thud, constantly struggling and twisting on the ground, like a dying caterpillar.

He took a piece of cloth from his pocket, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth while he was wailing in pain.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the reason why the kidnappers had to stuff the hostages in their mouths after taking the hostages, first, to prevent them from biting their tongues and committing suicide, and second, to stop all the foul language such as curses.

Kill two birds with one stone, convenient and practical.

Gagged the elf's mouth, and I slew the giant ghost-faced spider that was already at the end of its crossbow not far away.

I don't worry about the elf escaping, he can't escape, his limbs are gone, his mouth is covered, and his whole person is twisted like a caterpillar, maybe not as fast as a caterpillar.

At the same time, I am not worried that he will die, for for the adventurer, this trauma is severe, but not fatal, at most it is excessive bleeding and collapse, but for me, his only value is to tell what is behind the scenes, as for whether he lives or dies, or whether he is sad or not, none of this is my business.

In the state of murderous intent, I am not a problem with a giant ghost-faced spider, let alone a strong crossbow state.

But correspondingly, this ghost-faced spider could not completely counteract my surging blood and violent killing intent, so I had to continue to find more ghost-faced spiders to quench my thirst for killing.

Further down in the cavern, there are a huge number of ghost-faced spiders and giant ghost-faced spiders, and if I am careful, I can completely escape after releasing the killing intent.

Having made up my mind, I dragged the elve, who writhed like a caterpillar, deeper into the cavern.

As I expected, the depths of the cavern were inhabited by a dense network of ghost-faced spiders, a situation that might only be seen in Moonlight City.

Elves are not a greedy race, they farm monsters in a fixed range every day, which ensures both quantity and safety.

Generally speaking, unless there are no more monsters in the area, or the monsters in the area move to other locations, there will never be a situation where the elven adventurer team will change positions without authorization.

This way of fighting monsters is stable for the adventurer team, and it is also very stable for the monsters born in some specific locations in this cave.

Except in cases where they cannibalize each other due to food shortages, they are rarely killed by adventurers.

As a result, more and more monsters are born, gather in specific locations, and grow and grow here until they die a natural death.

Over time, in a cave such as the one in front of them, there have been countless ghost-faced spiders, densely packed, one by one, pushing and shoving, crowding, and trembling under the fluorescent light overhead.

I'm sure if someone with a phobia of density sees this, they will pass out on the spot.

The ghost-faced spider's belly and back, the ugly faces that are connected together, may seem to others as a symbol of fear and nightmares, but at this moment, in my eyes, they are a good medicine to relieve madness.

With a roar of excitement, I rushed towards the dense ghost-faced spiders.

Fighting and bloodshed, killing and roaring, splashing earthy yellow slurry and flying stump flesh, as if painting a picture of hell, the roar of pain and the roar of madness, constantly overlapping, shattering the picture again, turning it into an opera, a tragic and cruel opera.

When the last ghost-faced spider turns to black smoke, the opera finally ends.

I gasped, my body trembling slightly, and my hand holding the knife even became a little out of order due to numbness.

The body was covered with stumps and earthy yellow slurry, and the smell of fishy smell mixed with the smell of earth became an even more complex smell.

I don't mind the pungency, I need air so much at the moment.

After a few minutes of intense breathing, I slowly lowered my head, then bent down to pick up the silver coin buried in the minced flesh, shine it on the fluorescent, and toss it into my purse, repeating the same motion.

Every time I throw a coin, my mood changes a little better, and occasionally I get some complete material that makes my mood even better.

Eventually, there was not a single silver coin or a single complete material left on the ground, so I straightened up, wiped my clothes with both hands, wiped the earthy yellow slurry from it, and walked slowly over to the elf, grabbed him by one leg, and walked out of the cavern.

When I was almost at a position where there were adventurers fighting monsters, I put down my hand, put the elf on my shoulder, and continued on my way.

When passing by the elven adventurer squad, some of them occasionally looked at me with a puzzled look, but elves rarely meddle with other people's affairs, so even if they have doubts, they will not come forward to interrogate me, which also reduces a lot of worries for me.

Only occasionally, an elf would stop by and ask me if I needed to treat him, and I would politely say that when I got back to the city, I would ask the priest of my guild to treat him.

So he went all the way back to town, went to Wren's treehouse, knocked on the door, and there was a faint noise inside, and then someone asked in a low voice, "Who?" ”

"An Xiaoyi," I said.

Then, the door opened, and after a second, the door opened, and an elf boy stood in front of the door with a serious expression and a respectful attitude, and said, "Lord An Xiaoyi, please come in." ”

"What about Wren?" I asked casually.

"Lord Wren, he ......" The elven boy's face was unusually silent.

(End of chapter)