"Bang ——!"

After the muffled sound of a hammer, the head of one of the Drow Warlocks beside Jalaso burst open without warning, and splatters of brains splashed all over him.

Jalaso couldn't understand, he obviously saw that the warlock had turned on the shield of the "defensive long-range weapon", and she was also on top of the stone skin technique and mirror shadow technique, which can be said to be fully prepared, but she was killed by a headshot in such an instant.

The mages and warlocks in the team were named one by one, and their heads exploded one after another, and these powerful spellcasters, who wielded magical powers, and had always been the most respected and arrogant of the mercenaries, died so simply and simply.

The mercenary group was blocked in this canyon, suffering heavy casualties under the blow of unknown weapons, and those who were slightly inferior in strength had already died, and the rest were strong people with special talents and outstanding abilities.

The Drow elves are belligerent by nature, and the Drow of the Jalaso Mercenary Regiment are all battlefield veterans, and although they have suffered more than half of the casualties, their morale has not collapsed, and they have seen the enemy attacking them, which is a group of gray dwarves with strange "thundering rods".

The Drow believed that if they broke through the resistance of these cowards who only dared to hide on the cliffs and use long-range weapons, and killed them, one or two skilled drows would be able to kill them all.

Led by Jalaso, the remaining dozen or so high-ranking Drow warriors deftly climbed the rock wall, the steep cave wall seemed to them like a ladder erected, they climbed like spiders climbing the wall, and with the help of the raised stone ridges on the rock wall as cover, they soon approached the ambush position of the guerrillas.

However, a leading high-ranking warrior stepped on a circular stone disk, and as soon as he moved his foot, the stone disk exploded, breaking his leg and pushing him off the towering stone wall with a wave of air.

The eighteenth-level drow warrior screamed and wrestled his limbs in the air, slamming his head to the ground without even swinging his scimitar.

Jalaso was furious, he had never fought such a humiliating battle, powerful mages, warriors with superior martial arts had died so inexplicably, they had not fallen in front of powerful monsters, they had not fought an epic battle with adventurers from the surface, they had died at the hands of a group of lowly gray dwarves.

"Worms, maggots, you will pay the price of extermination!"

He roared and drew his short sword, this sword has a permanent enchantment of "life-draining", which continuously replenishes energy in battle, and Jara asks to use this short sword to kill all the gray dwarves one by one, and with the support of constantly replenishing life force, he can do it alone.

Jarraso rushed up the rock wall, and the gray dwarves with the "thundering sticks" were not overwhelmed by his mad momentum, and a gray dwarf warrior mounted a bayonet on the muzzle of his gun, rushed towards him, ignoring the blade of his sword that slashed above his head, and performed the standard bayonet motion, and the bayonet went straight to Jalaso's chest.

Jalaso smiled fiercely, he didn't accept it, because he was wearing excellent armor, and he also had a +3 protection ring and a +3 resistance ring, the defense level was extremely high, and the short sword in his hand could still absorb lives, and he was not afraid of the life-for-life style of play.

The short sword pierced the shoulder of the gray dwarf warrior, and there was a stabbing pain in his chest, the bayonet did not pierce the armor, but only slightly opened the chain mail, and stabbed half an inch, and he was about to stab the short sword down with force, along the shoulder of the gray dwarf into his heart, an explosion exploded in the middle of the knife in the chest, and a sharp pain followed, he dropped the life-sucking short sword in a daze, covered the wound, staggered back, lay on his back, and rolled down the cliff.

The gray dwarf who stabbed him was loaded with a bullet, the bayonet could not pierce it, and he was hit in the shoulder, and the gray dwarf pulled the trigger in desperation, and a projectile went through the chain mail that the bayonet had broken, and the explosion of the gun knocked the leader of the drow mercenaries to the ground.

In the face of the Drow warriors rushing forward, the gray dwarves formed a three-person formation with bayonets and bravely met the attack, and the gray dwarves loaded with bullets in the chamber waited for an opportunity to pull the trigger at the first opportunity.

Following in Jalaso's footsteps, a total of eight Drow warriors rushed up, and they inflicted heavy casualties on the gray dwarf guerrillas, eleven gray dwarves fell under their swords, and they were eventually shot several times, pierced with bayonets, shed the last drop of blood, and fell to the ground.

Two hundred gray dwarves ambushed more than a hundred elite mercenaries from Drow, paying the price of eighteen dead in battle, and completely annihilating the enemy.

This is a battle that has not been seen in the 10,000-year history of the Dark Regions, and after this battle, this "common sense" has been completely overturned by the general perception that the drow elves can defeat an army ten times their size.

After the battle, the gray dwarf guerrillas were not too excited, as if such an amazing result was a matter of course.

They silently cleaned up the battlefield, stripped the dark elves of their magical equipment from their corpses, and threw their bodies into the dug pit to bury them, the dwarves doing this in silence, with only a few dwarves silently weeping.

Trist did not participate in the battle, he led another reserve team not far from the battlefield, and handed over the command to Lanald - Bronze Helmet without reservation, Bredrow was training him, and he was also training others.

From that book, he learned that the revolutionary cause is not the cause of one or two heroes, but that it requires countless revolutionary fighters to succeed and can only succeed if it has the broad support of the masses.

Coming to the gray dwarf who was cleaning the battlefield, the warriors stopped their work, stood in place, and saluted him.

After Trist returned the salute, he walked to the corpses of the gray dwarves who had died in the battle, and the victims had already sorted out their appearances, and the corpses were lined up.

The Dark Elf Ranger could not see a trace of death horror on the faces of the deceased, and they looked serene, angry, or resolute......

This is a group of warriors who know "why they fight", and perhaps they each have their own reasons, whether that reason is that they want their sons and daughters to stop being slaves, or they want to eat something good and dress decently, or they don't want to fall down at the feet of the dark elves and beg for mercy again......

Whatever these reasons, they died without regrets, and in the moment before they died in battle, they knew that their comrades would avenge him and help him realize his dreams.

Trist brushed the warriors' faces and helped them close their eyes, and the doubts that had existed in the Dark Elf Ranger's mind about whether they could complete the capture of Morsobre completely dissipated.

He felt that Bredrow was right, the capture of Morsoblay was really just a small goal, and when this small goal was achieved, there were even more ambitious goals waiting for him.

"It's you, Triester Duchaeden! Are you here for revenge? ”

Suddenly, a drow "corpse" groaned and called out to him, and Trist followed the sound as the man clutched his chest and struggled to his feet.

Trist recognized this man, he was Jalaso Banrui, the mercenary leader's chest was a blur of flesh and blood, his wounds were hideous and terrible, and he was saved by a sophisticated magical equipment.

"Nope." Trist shook his head and said, "I'm here to liberate this land. ”

"Liberation? Ahem! ”

Jalaso coughed up blood: "What does that mean?" ”

"In words you can understand, it is to let the drow no longer enslave any race, change the evil system of the jungle for thousands of years in the dark region, and establish a new order where everyone is equal."

Jalaso looked at him like he was looking at a madman, and he laughed wildly in pain: "Ahahaha! Trist, you're cuter than I thought! I wish I could see the new order you have established, but I'm afraid I won't live that day. ”

"Not necessarily."

Trist shook his head and said: "The army of the underground party is a righteous army, a mighty army, we don't kill prisoners, since you are not dead, we will even treat you." But you had better pray to Ross that you are not an oppressor with unforgivable sins and blood feuds, or you will not escape the judgment of the people! ”