Chapter 0243: Blood Demon Fierce

The Drow Assassin, lurking in the shadows, silently stepped out of his hideout.

The delicate hand crossbow was gone, replaced by a flying dagger of adamantite gold, and the Drow Assassin slowly approached the wolf-like creature twitching and struggling, carefully watching his every move. The enemy** has been severely damaged, and he has also been hit by the poison specially made by Zhuoer, and he should have lost the ability to resist, but the sense of crisis that hovers in his heart still makes him palpitate.

His gaze quickly swept across the entire battlefield, and he looked so normal, but with a hint of chilling weirdness. What's wrong?

The Drow Assassin walked over to where the Blood Demon was lying on his stomach, hesitated, and picked up his body on his tiptoes, intending to confirm his life and death. But when the Drow Assassin's eyes swept over the warrior on the frozen side, his pupils suddenly constricted, realizing that something was wrong.

What happened to the warriors?

Unfortunately, as soon as this consciousness was born in my mind, the pain in my lower limbs interrupted this thought process. The provoked blood demon took advantage of the situation to pounce, and it could be seen from the projection on the stone wall that the two had been tightly together. In near-face-to-face distance, any large body movements were futile, and the two equally swift figures were left with only instinctive thrusts.

Pierce in, flip, pull out, stab again, stir, pull out......

As if in a silent race, the two Assassins were tightly entangled, like their closest lovers, embracing each other, scurrying in and out of each other's bodies with only one hand. At such a close distance, both sides lost the space to dodge, and completely risked their lives.

Bloodseeker does not dodge or dodge, and sometimes even takes the initiative to meet the opponent's dagger with vital parts, in order to slow down the opponent's attack frequency. The Drow Assassin, on the other hand, spent at least half of his energy shaking his body, dodging attacks on vital points with small body movements. Therefore, in terms of the speed and frequency of attacks, the Drow Assassin is at an absolute disadvantage.

The sound of blade stabbing, heavy gasps, and blood splatters were intertwined, and the figures swayed in the dim and cold underground passage, outlining a strange alternative picture.

Gradually, the sound began to fall, and the two hugging figures projected on the ground had stopped any physical movements. An emaciated figure almost slipped off, but was held up by another figure standing steadily, and a tooth-repulsing sucking sound sounded in the passageway.

It was only when the Bloodseeker stepped out of the shadows that the Drow Assassin's body crashed to the ground. A faint cold light illuminated the body that had fallen to the ground, and the Drow Assassin's face was pale as a dead man who had just crawled out of a coffin, and the countless wounds on his chest and abdomen were dry and wrinkled, but not a single blood oozed out.

The Drow warrior still froze in place, his swarthy face twisted in horror, his left hand pressed tightly against his chest, his right hand hanging weakly, his stiff fingers clutching the sword, but he was no longer able to swing it. His mortal wound was in the heart, and the Bloodfiend's sharp claws gently pierced his heart through the gap in the chain mail, which was already an irreparable injury, but the true cause of his death was the ultimate fear.

When he tried his best to block the small scars in his heart, and tried to tense his muscles and stand still waiting for his companion's rescue, he had a close look at the whole process of his companion being brutally killed and sucked blood, so the extreme fear made his already overwhelmed heart expand and agitate again, and instantly robbed him of his few vitality.

With a snap of his fingers, the Drow warrior's clenched chest flicked violently, and a stream of blood arrows ricocheted out of the wound and went straight into the blood demon's mouth. For such a low-grade blood food, the Blood Demon no longer disdains to gnaw and suck like a beast, but only takes some of the blood in his heart to taste like an orthodox and elegant blood noble.

The numerous cuts on the Blood Fiend's erect body were slowly healing, and everywhere he passed, all the undried blood flowing on the floor would jump up to his feet and sink into the white robe of the shroud. When all the wounds on the Blood Fiend's body were gone, the broken white robe on his body was as good as new.

In the shadows on one side of the corridor, the first Drow Assassin to be attacked was half-leaning against the stone wall, a dark, dry bloody arrow stuck in his throat. He was actually attacked and killed by a bloody arrow spurting from his mouth, and this novel way of dying can probably be recorded in the history books.

The Blood Fiend turned around and glanced back at the passage from which he had come, his blood-colored eyes radiating a terrifying glow in the shadows, and by the time the light had faded, he had lost his figure in the passage.

Almost as soon as the Blood Demon vanished, a translucent shadow crept into the tunnel. The latecomer did not recklessly approach this flesh slaughterhouse, but crouched in the dark shadow on one side and silently looked at the qiē here.

After the silent signal was issued, the shadowed passage resounded with the sound of chaotic footsteps, and five figures, tall and short, thick and thin, appeared around the corner. The translucent shadow stepped out of the darkness and led the new men to scrutinize the corpses in the arena.

Judging by their attire, this group of people is the same small group that the Blood Fiend encountered in the tavern.

As soon as the kobold warlock, who was only as tall as his companion's waist, stepped into the battle circle, he was swept away by the bloody aura that was so thick that it was choking, and his overly sensitive sense of smell became a great torment in this environment.

"Head, do you see that gnoll assassin?" A strip of cloth was pulled out of his bosom and wrapped around his mouth and nose, and the kobold warlock breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously the leader who was constantly examining several corpses.

"yes, head, did you find a clue about that guy? I've long seen that kid is not pleasing to the eye, so I took this opportunity to take care of him. "A big, muscular bear goblin with an obvious head full of muscles, constantly moving his thick fingers, and a posture of eagerness.

"Shut up, you two! Take a good look at what is going on here. Do you want to get your head in trouble? A more stable minotaur frowned and scolded them, then turned his head to look at the busy thief: "Head, it wasn't that guy who did it, right?" How much effort did we have on our front and back feet, and how much effort could he kill so many people? ”

The thief, hidden in the heavy cloak, jumped briskly between the flesh and blood, and after checking it as fast as he could, he returned to his companion's face, his voice low and solemn like never before.

"Ruud, don't try to mess with that guy. You can't afford to mess with him, not even our team. ”

The five companions were startled, and even the stupidest bear goblin could hear the shiver in the leader's words. Kobold Warlock Rud looked around the battlefield again, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. As a mercenary who begs for a living underground, he has already seen all kinds of bloody scenes, and such killing scenes can only be regarded as pediatrics, and he doesn't understand why he has to warn himself so solemnly.

It was the same steady minotaur who caught everyone's attention by kicking the corpse of the most miserable Drow assassin with his foot.

"Where's the blood?" Kobold Warlock Ruud jumped to his feet and cried out the suspicion that suddenly rose in his heart.

With the many wounds on the Drow Assassin's body, he was probably the most bleeding many, but the dark brown blood stains around his crouched body were no match for his injuries.

The amount of blood is not right!

A chill ran through the team members' hearts to surprise everyone that the Gnoll Assassin they were tracking down turned out to be a vampire.

Soon, another Drow Assassin in the shadows was brought out. Looking at the congealed blood arrow stuck in his throat, everyone's hearts became heavier.

"He can also manipulate blood to attack." The leader of the thieves has very few words, but every sentence is worth chewing and savoring. The dual identity of Bloodline + Assassin is enough of a headache, if you can still control the blood, is there still a way for a melee professional to live?

Kobold Warlock Rude's breathing couldn't help but be a little heavier, and when he thought of the red eyes staring at him coldly, he couldn't help but shiver, and felt that the cloth robe on his body seemed to be unable to withstand the cold underground. Although it is also a level 7 spellcaster, it is still the best at casting a few limited talent spells such as "Bloodthirsty", "Fireball", and "Stealth", and it has no talent in spell control. If you really encounter such a cold-blooded assassin, it is estimated that you will only have the life of lying on the floor.

I already thought that relying on the help of my companions, I could put the guy who was full of malice towards me in a dark corner, who would have thought that the other party was an unprecedented man-eating giant crocodile, and the cowardice in the kobold's nature immediately reoccupied Ruud's chest. It couldn't help but stealthily survey the terrain around it, and began to figure out which route would be the fastest and safest to escape.

"Don't try to run away." The thief's gaze under the hood was cold and fierce, and he saw through the kobold's careful thoughts at a glance: "If we don't mess with him, presumably he won't take the initiative to provoke us." After all, we're allies now! ”

Ally? ……

The word that had made them scoff at a quarter of an hour ago was a stinking fart, but now it brought them some false warmth. At least until the "Kuroshio" mercenary group is brought down, the word ally is still very useful!

After a brief pause in the rest of the team, the thief looked at the dark passage ahead with an indescribable solemnity. The other party has drifted away, and there are no living creatures at the scene, but there is still a strange feeling of nostalgia in his heart, as if something is watching them. After a long time, the thief waved his hand and led everyone on a different path.

When the silence of Yongdao was restored again, not far from where the thieves had just stood, a pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up twisted and writhed, gathering into the shape of an eye. The real "Bloody Eye" glanced around the arena, finally focusing on the direction in which the thief team had left, and blinked in confusion. The "Blood Eye" did not last long, and as the energy in the blood was completely depleted, it finally disintegrated and weathered, leaving not even the last trace of it.

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