But the few who followed Mr. Ingalls were not so lucky. With the black dwarf slaves in captivity, the arrows of the dark elves are almost all carefully crafted products,

"Poof! Burst! Burst! "In a series of crossbow bolts colliding with the standpoint armor, many arrows pierced the outer layer of the cloak and fired at the force field of the projectile weapon. Then he pierced the soft robes.

"Poisonous!" The tingling sensation from the wound caused the members of the Scroll Society of the Arrow to shout. The crossbow is small, lightweight, and easy to hide, and can play at least seventeen or eighteen tricks in the hands of the dark elves who are good at sneak attacks.

However, the weapon's less powerful weakness also means that they often don't do any decent damage after hitting their target. For this reason, the Dark Elves usually use poison on their crossbows to enhance their damage.

"Everyone, be careful! These guys are dark elves. It is likely that their attacks are accompanied by toxins. Mr. Ingalls raised his wand, and what the crowd had thought was a spell did not appear. Instead, the old mage stepped back with astonishing degrees.

At the same time, as if to prove Mr. Ingalls's words, the armoured professionals who had been shot before his retreat fell to the ground in twos and threes. The rest leaned their heads against the wall, as if they felt dizzy. Fortunately, the guards around them were lucky enough to survive the onslaught of the toxin and manually moved the companions to the back.

All dark elves struggle to survive in betrayal, killing, scheming, and darkness. For them with strong magic resistance, poison has become the most effective means of killing the enemy in many cases. This makes almost every Dark Elf a master of poison, and their poison can even paralyze dragons!

Ethnic identity may be innate, but cultural inheritance is closely related to the external environment. This greatest threat comes from the race of fellow people. It can be said that the use of poison has risen from a technique to an art.

In the dark region, a lot of useful techniques have been born. What makes their poisoning methods unguardable - Poison Mastery: A choice of poison or ointment can be applied to the user's weapon in the blink of an eye. Don't lead others to the risk of being toxic to yourself.

Quenching Spell: A contact or damaging toxin is added as a material ingredient to a released melee contact spell through a special technique. Let the target of the spell, in addition to the usual effects of the spell, also suffer from the poison.

These are just the two most well-known abilities known to surface creatures. Who knows what kind of tricks are hidden behind those black skins. As a result, whoever is dealing with the Dark Elves on Mion has to be on the lookout for their poisonous tricks.

After Mr. Ingalls's words confirmed the identity of the enemy in front of him. The remaining robe casters in the ranks retreated one after another.

"Mr. Ingalls! At such a time, how can you, as the supreme leader, be the first to escape. Look at what the team is messing up now. It's because you take the lead. Apparently frightened by the librarian's actions, Lalu immediately came out and scolded the other party for this shameless behavior.

Mr. Ingalls, who heard Lalu's scolding, didn't mention it in a breath, and almost became a mage choked to death by the air. The old mage who pulled out the curl from his belt actually took the time to retort: "I'm a mage! Do you see that mage rushing to the front? Casting spells in the rear is where we belong. ”

"But you're no ordinary mage! As the leader of the team, you shouldn't take the lead! I remember saying that the old mage with the white beard used his sword to kill the fire demon alive. A few jumps and flew forward, and Lalu did not forget to continue to ask.

"In that case, eighty percent of non-legendary mages will die in the chaos. Not even a legendary mage would do something so inefficient. Speaking of the whitebeard mage who hacked the fire demon to death, why haven't I heard of it! This is the story of what third-rate bard turned into. Mr. Ingalls, who thought of something, rubbed his head with his cane, "Why should I answer your questions?" This has affected my battle schedule. ”

This may be the reason why so few mages have become famous commanders. In the face of a formidable enemy, the soldiers wanted the commander to draw his sword and charge at the front of the line, shouting, "Follow me!" I still want to look at the fireballs that keep flying overhead and coming from behind: "Give it to me!" Roar. There is definitely a gulf that is difficult to bridge between the two in terms of morale.

The old mage, who had broken free from Lalu's entanglement, grabbed the short stick hanging from his waist and shouted, "The dark elf invaders are outside the corridor, repeat that the dark elf invaders are outside the corridor." Everyone is focused here. Hand-to-hand combat professionals protect the mages around them. ”

As Mr. Ingalls sent a message towards the communication tool in his hand. His roar rang out simultaneously from the short sticks in the hands of the several groups that had been separated. When they got the news, they immediately abandoned the search they had just started and hurried towards the place where the accident occurred.

Barrett, who was assigned to protect the two book society apprentices next to him because of manpower problems, just reached out and grabbed the thin arm of the opponent's boys and girls. With the expectation of using his own strength to pull his body lì is insufficient, he ran two times for a ride.

"Boy, you'd better come quickly! We can't stop these black skins. The sound suddenly came from the short stick, which made Barrett, who had just started to add, almost fall on his heels. He couldn't help but think to himself: 'What the hell is Mr. Ingalls doing!' ’

"What the hell are you doing!" The same words came from the mouth of Riele, who was beside Mr. Ingalls. The mage, who was inseparable from Lalu, did not slack off with the long whip flying in her hand as she spoke—she didn't want the Dark Elf's stray arrows to hit her to the ground.

This time, however, Mr. Ingalls did not respond, and the old mage, who had completed the communication, grasped the scroll and began to chant incantations in Celestial Language. He knew he didn't have time to waste this kind of conversation right now—the Melee Professionals in the Academy said that the defenses formed were crumbling under the onslaught of the Dark Elves.

Like a storm, the powerful sword technique that perfectly combines killing intent and beauty is vividly displayed in the hands of the dark elf leader. Like a cheetah that suddenly preys, with swift and agile movements, it blends into the battlefield.

Rushing into the enemy line, he faced the wielding mace of the human in front of him. This black skin is blocked with a single knife. Then reverse the blade towards the hammer handle. The attacking humans were too late to regain their momentum. The handle of the hammer was held straight through the edge of the knife.

"Ahh Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream. The weapon falls to the ground. There were four more fingers on the ground. Flying droplets of blood slid in an arc onto the scimitar that shone with a cold light.

Having completed the first blow, the scimitar in his hand stiffened while the wounded man's movements were stiff due to pain. Drilled straight past the shield on the guard deputy's hand. The guard, who had just lost four fingers, felt a pang in his heart, and the hand holding the shield immediately waved. It's a pity that he doesn't have a chance anymore. A flash of blood flashed, and a head rose to the sky, falling to the floor with a fountain of blood, and rolled out a few steps with a grunt.

Human necks are far less fragile than some people think, and Barrett used to play a knife trick before. But the weapon in his hand resembles a machete wielded in both hands.

And the scimitar in the hands of the dark elves is sharp. But they're light and thin, and they're more good at cutting than they are good at chopping. The fact that this dark elf in front of him was able to do this with a scimitar was enough to show the strength of this guy.

The dark elf, who had finished the kill, seemed to raise the knife in his hand and was about to slash down at the other guard on the side. The guard quickly shrank his head and raised the shield in his hand to resist the opponent's knife. But with the dark elves' serpent-like arms, the arc of the blade changed dramatically—and it seemed that the scene of history would repeat itself.

"Ahh A sudden cat's leg landed on the dark elf's left side, and his impact caused the black-skinned body to change shape, and the scimitar that was about to be harvested fell on the guard's shoulder.

The Dark Elves' weapons have the curse of drawing power from the Earth Node and the surrounding leyline radiation. Even after leaving the dark region, its power has been greatly reduced, but it can still easily penetrate the ordinary armor - the shoulder armor made of leather is as if it has met the heavens and the earth, and the shoulder of the guard, which has been taken away from a piece of flesh, cannot be used for a short time.

Thanks to the rescue of the cat-man warrior monk, the guard who picked up a life directly threw away the wave blade sword in his hand. Shrinking himself into his shield, he began to retreat in small steps. And Lalu, who kicked his hand, took the opportunity to kick the dark elf's stomach again.

It's a pity that the dark elves who came back to their senses wielded their knives to counteract. Cut to Lalu's waist first. forced the kitten-man warrior monk to retreat and dodge, and directly cracked his attack. Then the two went back and forth.

However, as the two sides came into contact, the dark elf in front of Lalu was followed by at least three different changes after each move. Let him, the defender, run up and down, inside and out.

For the first time since entering the game, the Smiling Monk showed that he was constantly retreating because of his skill, and he couldn't stand up just by defending against the opponent's wave after wave of attacks, let alone taking the offensive - as for Barrett, he was completely crushed to the point that he didn't even understand what was going on, and he lost directly. There is still a fairly clear gap between the two.

Laru's addition temporarily blocked the sharpest blades of the Dark Elves. Although it looks more like a one-sided attack, entangled in this strong enemy can at least reorganize the front that was on the verge of collapse.

"Looks like Drow put down the poison! Several of the injured were simply unconscious. The fastest of them was able to wake up in less than a minute, and the slowest was only 8 hours. "I don't know when I rushed to the battlefield, and after inspecting those few comrades in cloth who are really good, I came to this conclusion.

Hearing such words, the defenders of the Volume Society had no time to discern the truth of the noodle words. Perhaps they are subconsciously willing to believe that this qiē is true - they really need good news!

The drow poison in Noodle's mouth is known for the dark elves' use of this poison, which causes coma. As a powerful weapon for the Dark Elves to capture slaves, this poison is often seen in the sights of the intelligent races on the surface, and can be said to be notorious.

However, the Dark Elves keep the secrets of their poison very close. This makes it difficult to reproduce the finished product of the poison in all regions outside of the Dark Elf Territory - leaving only the tragic memories of the victims who escaped with it.

But for all of you who are still fighting. This is indeed good news – a few minutes if you're lucky. Among the spellcasters who were lying down, there will be a new force.

As if in response to Noodle's words, an oval-shaped pillar of light appeared in the air in front of the guard. The lion that leaped out of it came out of it, and its first roar in the main plane was "Woo-"

The lion's dark brown mane stretched to its back and belly, revealing a metallic sheen, as if demonstrating to the black skins in the corridor.

The Celestial Lions are holy and good celestial beings who live in the sacred realms of the Celestial Realm. Although he doesn't fight with good creatures lightly, he doesn't like to hurt his own kind. But the provocation of the evil creature will definitely be reciprocated with the most violent attack. And the dark elf wielding the blade in front of him naturally became the target of its attack.

The Celestial Lion, which swooped into the horde of dark elves, swung its muscular forelimbs, its claws blessed by the Upper Plane easily scarred the thighs and arms of the enemy. What's more, the 9-foot-long and 5oo-pound creature suddenly disrupted the Dark Elves' orderly formation. It plunged the other party into a brief confusion, buying a little time for everyone in the Scroll Society.

The Dark Elves' powerful spell resistance makes it difficult for most spells that act directly on them to be effective. So summoning spells became a wise choice.

The various upper-plane creatures such as the Celestial Dogs, Celestial Owls, and Celestial Giant Fire Beetles that followed Mr. Ingalls all poured into the dark elves' phalanx one by one. Two Celestial Giant Bomb Beetles that followed. It also added some long-range strike forces to the volume of learning.

"I'm not too late!" After dropping two oil bottles, Barrett's degree was quite improved. As he came behind you, he drew his massive blade. However, after seeing the scene in front of him, Barrett actually burst out directly: "Damn! These black skins are wearing sunglasses. ”

The bright light is the sworn enemy of the dark elves, and in order to fight against the bright light, these black skins have found a lot of ways. And the black goggles that have been specially enchanted are one of them. The black skins who were shaken by the strong light because of their carelessness before are now naturally wearing a full set of protection.

Mr. Ingalls, who had summoned the Celestial Lion, replied while he fumbled for the scroll, "Otherwise, if I throw a few more flashes, I will be able to blind the bulb eyes of these guys in front of me." Where can it be so hard as it is now! We are lacking a pioneer officer who can lead the army, and I am finally relieved to see you coming. But I really didn't expect that the previous lurking would have something to do with these black skins. ”

The Scroll Society, as an intellectual organization, has attracted a large number of spellcasters. However, there is a lack in the melee profession in the front row. It's not that they don't have a front row, it's just that it's hard to find a real powerhouse in this area with money.

Their competitive logarithms are able to provide other rewards that attract those muscular men in addition to basic money. However, the Volume Society has a considerable shortcoming in this regard - the knowledge related to power is often passed down by major organizations, and the Book Society, which has not been established for a long time, can collect too little.

"Let's talk about investigating the cause later! We're clearly at a disadvantage in this damn situation. As Barrett spoke, the summoned creatures from the Celestial Realm were destroyed one by one. The only remaining Celestial Lion was firmly grasped by a giant eight-legged poisonous worm, Rose's darling.

This guy who was temporarily enlarged by the mage with the "Giant Insect Technique" is scary enough just by its appearance. A fluffy black spider that grows in size including legs 1.5 meters long. The bristles on his body are as hard as spikes, and his compound eyes are dark. Huge fangs. It's enough to play the role of making the protagonist and the audience fly away in old-time horror films - and it also makes Lalu's little cat scream.

'The combat power of being able to entangle the Celestial Lion is not bad, but the mental impact is obviously greater. Barrett commented in his heart, and then shouted, "Lalu back off, that guy will be handed over to me." ”

Holding the Mo knife tightly, Barrett walked forward slowly, and every step he took made the dark elves present feel a heavy weight. It was like the shadow of a mountain falling, and it was like a rushing tide and a huge wave churning.

The Dark Elf leader who confronted Barrett couldn't judge his movements. In the past, he was able to anticipate the enemy's moves through the flow of guò's battle momentum and the change of body shape. Although it cannot be said that every one of them is accurate, it can also be judged five or six times out of ten. But now he felt as if he was blind, and he couldn't feel anything.

An unpretentious straight slash doesn't seem to see any skill. The dark elf instinctively raised his cutlass up, just in time to block the fatal blow that would have chopped his head apart. The weapons of the two struck each other with a loud bang, and Barrett's Mo knife kept hitting the defensive twin knives with the great force of the mountain-splitting stone, making the dark elf's arm feel as if it was on fire.

The dark elves who didn't expect the outcome of this block. He took a step back, seemingly taking advantage of the inconvenience of Barrett's weapon to swing his weapon to attack from the other direction. It's a pity that in the blink of an eye, it was blocked again. This was followed by a fluid attack from the other side. Suddenly, the dark elf's heart beat faster, and he felt for no reason that the next attack would go straight to his heart. After the sound of "cover", the cloak behind the dark elf wriggled like a living thing.

The unfurled cloak enveloped the dark elves in an instant, and then the obscuring sight rolled backwards, narrowly avoiding the fate of being impaled.

Barrett, who missed the blow, lunged forward, the turn of the blade in his hand, striking the blade of a scimitar, nailing its tip to the ground.

And the dark elf who escaped from the ascension in front of him pulled out a spare scimitar from his lower waist, and looked at the powerful man in front of him with palpitations. Then in the language of the dark elves, I don't know what was said. At least five Dark Elves, including him, rushed towards Barrett.

The Dark Elves of the 'Military Might' school are responsible for defending against Barrett's attacks head-on, the Dark Elves of the 'Shadow Shadow' school are responsible for disrupting, and the Dark Elves of the 'Force-casting' school are responsible for limiting Barrett's range of action. "Dodge" and "Spin Spider" surround Barrett and are ready to strike a fatal blow.

At the same time, the remaining dark elves changed their strategy of restricting the step-by-step strategy, and suddenly launched a fierce attack on the defenders of the Scroll Society. The barely supported line of the Scroll Society collapsed in the blink of an eye—both sides were caught in a scuffle.

A bloodthirsty grin appeared on the face of the Dark Elf warrior approaching the mage, and the silver magic symbol painted on Mr. Ingalls' robe flashed with a startling gleam before turning it into an illusion. Rielly's wielding whip is constantly fighting for her own survival.

However, more rookie spellcasters didn't notice the Dark Elf Wanderer sneaking behind them, and daggers inserted into their spines or kidneys caused them to fall stiffly.

The guards of the Scroll Society are fighting hard. The temporarily surviving caster causes a large number of minions to reappear. This makes the already mixed situation even more chaotic.

An unobtrusive shadow looms in and out. This guy has always kept his figure perfectly hidden in the shadows, and has never left the darkness. He was like a phantom, shuttling through the ...... Even in the shadows of the scuffling crowd.

A few black skins that had been killing suddenly appeared, and a faint black shadow flashed in front of them, and they reflexively raised their knives to slash, but the next second there was no ethereal figure in front of them. Just as they were about to search for it, they suddenly went limp, and then fell into a long darkness.

This black shadow that drifted in the crowd of people was ghostly and made it impossible to catch his steps. But in a moment, he was able to make one black skin after another fall on the stone slab on the ground - like a god of death in the shadows, silently and mercilessly harvesting life. (To be continued!)

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