The family warlock Movayas opened her mouth slightly, as if she were chanting a spell, and like a fish out of water, blood gushing out of her mouth, and a scarlet short sword peeked through her chest, the tip of which was stained with blood.

A handsome human man with a hood and beard stood behind her, the scarlet dagger in his hand.

The man drew his dagger, and Movaas fell stiffly to the ground like a puppet with a cut of thread.

Before the powerful caster could recite the spell, she was stabbed in the back, and the chain of accidents was triggered after her death, creating a group of earthy yellow phantoms that stood dumbfounded next to her corpse.

Two of the remaining male Drow warrior guards had already died, and one of them had his neck twisted into a twist, and he obviously fell to the ground, but his face was facing up! The chain mail on the other man's chest was dented in a large chunk, and he vomited desperately like a drunken man, spitting out fragments of his internal organs.

The terrible injuries of the two dead were inflicted by a sturdy warrior monk, and the young human suddenly emerged from the darkness, twisting the neck of one of the warriors, and then slammed the other warrior into the air with a lunge that was so powerful that it shattered his sternum.

It turned out that there were three raiders, and in addition to the drow males, there were also two human males.

These three are extraordinary and no ordinary adventurers, and they can wreak havoc on the elite Drow hunting team in just one turn.

Ivan Sari was shocked, hesitated, the scimitar was swung away, and then she felt a fierce kick in the inner thigh, and the stroke hurt hotly, her legs were weak, and she fell on one knee, and wanted to raise the scimitar to swing it, but the drow male held the blade and stirred it hard, and the two scimitars flew away and fell far away.

A blue-bladed scimitar lay across her swarthy neck, the blade sticking to her skin, sending a chill.

She was easily subdued by that drow male!

Ivan Sarile couldn't believe that all of this was true, she was the martial arts genius of the Ban Rui family, and she was faintly the best female warrior among the new generation of drow in Mosobre.

And the male Drow who defeated her, only used a few moves, and he didn't do his best at all, and it was easy to take her down.

This is something that even martial arts masters can't do!

The Drow man's teammates were also terrifyingly powerful, and the assassin who assassinated Movayas was absolutely legendary, killing the warrior monk who guarded him with only two moves to make a deadly move.

The only two remaining male Drow guards didn't last long, one was kicked in the head by the warrior monk, and the other was killed by the legendary assassin who suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared behind him.

The Drow Maiden, who was kneeling on the ground, glared at Trist with resentment, and said in a transposed Drow language, "I remember, you are the traitor!" A mongrel of the House of Duchaelden, a betrayer of the city of Morsoblay, and a traitor of the goddess Rus! Trist Duchaoden! What are you doing when you come back with a surface dog mongrel? There must be a despicable conspiracy brewing! ”

The Dark Elf Ranger looked at her coldly with purple eyes, a young drow elf with a girlish appearance, but in Trist's opinion, she was just a child.

Just like himself more than a hundred years ago, the 16-7-year-old Drow is just a child.

She is a martial arts genius, comparable to the 16-year-old Trist, but in the face of the current Triste, she has a gap of decades, and if she trains for decades, she may be able to compete with Trist.

But she was the polar opposite of herself, so young that she was already soaked in the evil traditional virtues of the dark elves, and her whole body exuded a vicious aura that was incompatible with Triste.

Thinking back to the words in the Red Book, Trist thought that it was due to the difference in class origin, that this girl was born superior, a member of the highest class in the family, and began to oppress others from birth, unlike Trist, who was male and was born oppressed.

"Why don't you kill me?"

The beautiful face of the drow girl distorted, as if sensing a slight retreat in the heart of the man who controlled her life, and boldly shouted at him, "Has the hypocritical morality on the surface made you weak? You don't deserve to be a dark elf! Haha, ridiculous guy, if you don't kill me, let me go immediately! Don't pretend. ”

Trist thinks she's hopeless, and in just 16 years (in the eyes of the Dark Elves), Morsoblay has molded her into a complete Drow, but he still doesn't want to kill her.

"What's wrong?"

Bredero and Arcanese ended the battle and came to Trist's side, and the artist asked with a cold look at the female drow.

Trist sighed and said, "I swore ......"

Luo Feng recalled the information for a while and thought about it carefully.

When he met Trist, the Dark Ranger should have not yet begun the adventure of Icewind Dale's "Shattered Crystal", and later met the Mithril team in Icewind Dale, probably shortly after Trist led the barbarians and shield dwarves to defeat the invasion of the Ten Towns by monsters and giants.

The reason for this judgment is that there are many Mithril Five Heroes, and the number of them is neat.

If the adventure of Mithril Hall is completed, Bruno the Dwarf will not be in the team if he becomes the king of the dwarves with the shield, and after the story of Bloodline, the barbarian Wolfgar will die.

In the original world line, Trist should embark on an adventure to find the Mithril Hall and propelle his old friend to the throne of the Shield Dwarven King.

It was at this point in time that Luo Feng stepped in and changed the Mithril Squad's journey to the Mithril Hall to the capture of Mosoblay City.

At this point in time, Trist also guarded his oath not to kill his kind, and when it came time to protect the Mithril Hall, Trist would end the oath himself and kill the mistress of the Banri family.

"Trist, it's good that you can make an oath like that shows that you have principles and bottom lines."

Luo Feng said: "The dark elves don't kill the dark elves, and the same clan shouldn't draw swords against each other, this is where you are different from other Zhuoer, which shows that you are human." ”

Trist waited for his "but", and he knew there would be one.

"But, as a revolutionary, as a liberator, you can't just look at the dark elves as a national concept, but from the perspective of class struggle, the drow in front of you is the class enemy, she is the rotten feudal slave owner, the object you must eliminate. Otherwise, do you expect to persuade them with great eloquence that they obediently renounce their status as slave owners and willingly become commoners? ”

"In that book it was written: 'Revolution is an insurrection, a violent act by which a class overthrows a class.' If you still keep your vows and put on a noble and calm stand, then we don't have to go on, and you can go back to your original life trajectory. ”

Trist sighed deeply, he agreed with Bredero's words, in fact, he had been mentally prepared for a long time, since the goal was to capture the city of Morsoblay, he would sooner or later kill his fellow Dark Elves, and even kill more than one.

There was a faint murderous intent in his purple eyes, and with a shake of the scimitar in Trist's hand, the ice died and turned into a blue arc of light, smearing it towards Ivan Sari's neck!