Maybe it was because the dark elf patrols were arrogant, or maybe it was because Henry looked too young after his transformation, in short, these four warriors ignored his neat fighting skills just now, and surrounded them from different directions with hideous expressions. They had no idea how terrible the enemy they were dealing with, and even if they tried their best, they would not be able to take advantage of even the slightest advantage.

"Hahahahaha! That's it! Come on, I love nothing more than to see blood spurting from my headless neck, it's a beautiful sight. Henry laughed maniacally and opened his arms to meet him.

The reason why he was so crazy was because the guards of the caravan had quietly followed, and were lying behind the rocks behind him to observe the situation. These guys think they're stealthy, but they've been completely calculated from the start.

Feeling humiliated, one of the Dark Elf warriors let out a roar of rage and attacked first. The weapon he wields is a longsword, one of the most common weapons on the main plane. But not only did the longsword exude a faint magical power, but it also glowed with a deep blue glow.

Obviously, even if it is a magic weapon, it is also very insidiously quenched (poison). You must know that there are a lot of poisonous things in the ground, especially the high-ranking priests of the dark elves are very fond of raising giant spiders, so it is as easy for them to obtain this thing as eating and drinking.

The enemy's attack is quite sharp, at least the pace of his feet is very steady, and the angle and power of the stab are enough, if it were an ordinary person. There is simply no second option other than parrying.

I have to say. The cooperation of these fighters is quite tacit. The first person launches a lunge to force the target to retreat or defend, and then the other three men continue to attack. Everyone knows that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it, so as long as there is a slight loophole in the passive protection person, they will immediately be pierced through the body by several sharp blades.

However, Henry is obviously not an ordinary person, especially the Juggernaut profession is known for his dexterous pace and tricky attack angles. There is never a second warrior class in this world who can use the weapon in his hand as well as Juggernaut, and in full view of everyone, he made an unbelievable move.

I saw that the gray long knife not only did not choose to block the stabbing long sword. Instead, it was the tip of the needle that stabbed Mai Mang back. Between the lightning and flint, the sharp blades and blades were close to each other, and they instantly crossed and transposed. The Dark Elf warrior staggered a few steps forward, followed by blood gushing out from his neck, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, and even the other three guys, who were about to rush up and launch a siege, hurriedly retreated. They didn't understand how one person could have died and the other had nothing to do with what was supposed to be a lose-lose situation.

An eerie smile hung on Henry's face, and a drop of blood slid down the blade to the tip of the blade. It finally dripped on the ground. The moment he made contact just now, with the sharpness of the long knife in his hand. Directly cut off the gauntlet of the long sword, and the thumb that held the sword, causing the blade to deviate from the original trajectory away from his body, and then raised the long knife a little higher, and slashed through the fragile throat in this way.

Because the movement was too fast, coupled with the body in front of him, no one could see the actual situation clearly at all, and only felt that this confrontation was so abnormal, and in the blink of an eye, a fighter with good skills was killed on the spot.

"Head...... Head! Who is this guy? Why join our caravan? A gray dwarf guard asked in a low voice, holding back fear. He knew very well that it was impossible for a person with such a martial art to be hired by a small caravan, and that there was obviously some secret in it.

"Shut your mouth! That's not what you should ask. Carrig glared viciously and reprimanded without hesitation. He still couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes, a mage could have such a powerful martial art, and in just a few seconds, he could kill half of a dark patrol.

Normally, the Dark Elf Patrol is usually able to kill more than three times the number of gray dwarves and about five times the number of underground gnomes on their side.

But Henry took it for granted in his heart. Whether it was in terms of professional level or weapons and equipment, he completely crushed these dark elf warriors, and it was normal for him to win. Especially the first mage to die, he didn't even have an accidental spell trigger, and the obviously level was not high, otherwise it would definitely not be so easy.

The remaining three Dark Elf warriors glanced at each other, then turned around and ran in three different directions without saying a word. The encounter just now made them completely understand how big the gap in strength was, so they didn't dare to stay for a second, for fear of stepping into the footsteps of those teammates who fell to the ground.

"Oops! Running away is not what a warrior should do! Henry said with a playful expression as he stood still.

As soon as the words ended, three screams rang out in the darkness, and a minute later, the succubus and the two little devils dragged the three corpses back. One of the guys had a burning mark on his neck, and he knew he had been strangled to death by a flaming whip without asking.

As for the other two, there was an extra triangular opening near the back of the head, and the blood that flowed out was a little black and smelly. There is no doubt that they were all put by the stinging of the little devil.

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Henry beckoned behind the dark stones: "Come out, I know you are all here." Don't worry, I've killed all the patrols. ”

The caravan men trembled out from behind the huge stalagmites, and Findrig, as a guide, examined the wounds of the corpses on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh: "You are such a powerful warrior, but also a feared demon. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, I said it wouldn't take much effort to kill these guys." Henry replied with a wicked grin as he grabbed the dark elf's white hair and wiped the blood from the long knife. I have to mention that his behavior is definitely a desecration of corpses in Faerun. It is an out-and-out evil act.

Maybe as the saying goes. There is a hidden demon in everyone's heart. Henry felt that he had no trouble playing the role of such a chaotic evil. There is basically no need for acting or anything, as long as the dark side of the heart is magnified.

"Well, since you think it's a compliment, that's it. However, your attack angle is really good, and you didn't damage the magic armor at all. Five pieces of magic chain mail, one magic whole body armor, all of which are unique crafts of the dark elves, can make a fortune now. Findlig's wrinkled old face blossomed.

For a gray dwarf of his age, making as much money as possible is the most important thing. As for whether there is a strong trust in the caravan, he doesn't care at all. As long as you can bring a steady stream of gold coins, it doesn't matter if it's a goblin to be the boss.

Although the gray dwarf guards were not satisfactory in terms of combat, the cleaner loot was a top two, and everything of value was swept away in less than five minutes. In addition to the previous five pieces of armor, there are two long swords, a halberd, a two-handed greatsword, a cane made of unknown wood, several low-level magic scrolls, and finally a ring that stores a "stone skin spell".

Carrig pointed to the things on the ground and said to Henry, "According to the rules, you can choose these things first, and the rest of the caravans will be responsible for helping to sell them." Divided into three or seven, you take the lion's share. ”

"Thank you. But I'm not interested in any of these things. Henry pursed his lips disdainfully.

All the places on his body that could equip him with magical items were already occupied, and these things were a little worse. Although the armor and weapons of the dark elves are not low in enchantment, generally speaking, they can reach level three or even five, but they can't see the sun at all, otherwise the dark magic power on it will quickly drain and soon turn into a pile of dust.

"Uh...... If you don't mind...... Can I buy the ring for 2,000 gold coins? Carrig asked tentatively. Obviously, he took a fancy to the "stone skin technique" once a day, and planned to use it to save his life at a critical time.

In the Dark Regions, magic weapons and armor are not as rare as they are on the surface due to the abundance of various gems and mineral veins, but magic rings, amulets, boots, and the like are also scarce items, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them.

Henry shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Yes, but don't give me gold coins, just buy me two long knives when you enter the city." ”

"Of course, that's not a problem at all." Carrig happily agreed. He carefully placed the ring on his little finger and smiled with delight.

The Grey Dwarven warrior carefully erased all the trophies with the family crest on them, and then stuffed them into the car one by one. This is a delicate and laborious job, because if the dark elves find the sign on it while selling, they will directly bloody the entire caravan without saying a word.

However, this qiē had nothing to do with Henry, who was standing beneath the strange device and studying it. It was a round ball with a diameter of four to five meters, and its surface was covered with a square grid of thirty to forty centimeters, and if you calmed down, you could faintly hear a creepy roar coming from within.

After a brief scouting, he quickly confirmed that it was the game's bumble that imprisoned a lot of souls, in order from left to right: a mad dark elf mage, a Gisyankee warrior, a fairly powerful lich, and finally an underground dwarf who was accidentally locked up.

I don't know who made it or what its purpose was, but there's no doubt that there are some very clever techniques in it, and it's worth digging into. Thinking of this, Henry took two steps forward and directly rotated the last winch.

I saw a bright light instantly released from the corresponding square, and a short figure slowly walked out of it......

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