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The reconnaissance team has entered a grassland area with lush and tall weeds.

"How long are we going to wander around, and if we don't go back, it'll be dawn!" said Sayers, yawning, and complaining, as if the refreshing effect of the wine was limited.

"The darkness before dawn is the most fascinating and dangerous. Shante plucked a blade of grass, looked at a longing field, and said to himself: "In the days when those elves hunted each other in the forest, we have never taken advantage of such a time, cold arrows in the dark, traps that cannot be guarded against, vines that suddenly come alive and strangle people, they are the children of the forest, the children of the night......"

He suddenly woke up from his memory: "Before receiving the order of Count O'Sullivan, we must continue to search." Let's move closer to the east, we seem to be a little too far away from the others now. ”

As soon as the words fell, a sharp and high-pitched scream was heard from the far east.

Like poor Sayers, Clariant, the former squadron leader of the Hunter Unit in charge of the northbound search team, was tired of the almost blind search.

He wore a shadow cloak similar to the one on Shanter's cloak, but without a hood, allowing his gray hair to be blown even more out of place by the evening breeze.

In Clariant's eyes, the wilderness is dark green. He stood on a slightly higher dirt slope and watched the mandrake, which was nearly human-high, move in the wind like undulating waves. Of course, it wasn't because Clariant was in the middle of the prairie that Clariant saw it, but the leaves of the mandrake were dark red and the edges were slightly purple - the green sight was just a side effect of Clariant's low-light vision glasses.

Clariant pushed her glasses to her forehead, and the two oval tubes were ridiculous like broken horns.

"...... Can't you just be more serious?" he carefully rubbed his eyes with his right hand to relieve the visual fatigue caused by this. The two small arrows on the quenched arm crossbow shone faintly, and if he broke it a little, he was not sure if he would have time to call for help.

Clariant doesn't mind being replaced by a bunch of metallic-smelling mechanical gadgets like Shante. On the other hand, he was glad that he was finally able to get away from the hellish forest and do some well-paid private work, and he was born and died for most of his life, in exchange for being wounded and disabled, and then being kicked away, and getting more paid for the illegitimate son of a prostitute who did not help the nobles solve their entanglements. So when Earl O'Sullivan forcibly recruited him from the warmth and comfort of his home in the port district of Watan City to the damned reason of "Council authorization" into this even more damned scouting party, he really didn't have any good impression of this young nobleman with a habit of cleanliness.

The gods are above, and he really doesn't want to deal with those damn elves.

But it's a good thing. Clariant flexes her left arm and admires her newly constructed prosthetic. While the chill above kept Clariant from being able to do anything about it, it was nothing compared to the "Finger of Death" spell that could be cast once a day.

It's better to get it done quickly...... Clariant thought to himself, and then he must find a way to get out of the hellish place of Argus, with his own skills and these things, where can he not eat and live a comfortable and decent old age?

Sharp winds are coming.

The wind blows the grass and breaks.

As if something had cut through the void, the invisible teeth were opened and the blades were snapped off as if they had been cut by scissors, and the leaves of the mandrake's palm were cut off as if they had been cut by scissors, and several of them seemed to hit something, and they were pushed and rolled up, protruding a curved surface the size of a human head.

Clariant's hairs stood on end. The scars on his body were tense and tingling as if they were about to crack open again, as if he had returned to the dark and unpredictable forest, and the arrows of the Night Elves were shooting in all directions.

Clariant's body suddenly twisted as if it were boneless, but at the same time it jumped away with great agility and escaped death a moment before the sharp teeth of the unwielding giant mouth clenched.

At the same time, the flying crossbow bolts slammed into the air with a soft sound, and one flew diagonally away, and I don't know where it fell. A black figure spat out of the flying grass and rolled on the ground, another crossbow bolt was stuck in his shoulder, and the toxin that could kill an elephant in an instant seemed to have no effect on him, and the black elf looked up and looked at Clariant with dark red eyes that seemed to burn, like a frog under a snake's mouth.

Enemy attack!Clariant looked into the eyes and hesitated for a rare moment. He didn't think he would have a chance of winning surrounded by night elves, and the most correct option at this time was to immediately alert and join the others--but the cold prosthetic leg of his left arm gave him a false sense of security, maybe he could try this new thing, the Finger of Death was arguably the spell he was most eager to learn, the kind of killing realm that could silently and lightly take away his life-

Hesitation took Clariant's life. He had just relied on his years of experience and reactions in the midst of life and death to catch the only flaw in the demonized elf's sneak attack net and escaped, but because of this momentary hesitation, he was re-arrested.

He barely felt any pain when the scimitar slashed through Clariant's neck. Even when his great head flew in the wind, Clariant just rolled unusually clearly and looked at the black shadow that swept below, although his trachea and vocal cords were severed, his wide open mouth still let out a very strange long sigh-like aria: "Old-"

This aria became a scream in the ears of Saya Monastery and Shante.

A flash of fire flew obliquely towards the place where Clariant was attacked, and exploded. The demonic elves are not good at or disdain to ambush, so except for a few unlucky guys closest to the east who were dealt with as soon as they saw it, the rest of the people had time to react.

A few more fireballs exploded, igniting the weeds that had grown and emitting billowing black smoke from the abundance of moisture they contained.

"Which idiot did this!" Blown by the strong wind, thick smoke billowed in, Shante scolded, as if conjuring a trick, he pulled out four or five scrolls and opened them, and layer after layer of magical energy poured into him and Sayes beside him, "accelerate", "detect invisibility", "protect long-range weapons", and spells that Sayes couldn't distinguish, making him as confident as a pervert who had taken an aphrodisiac as if he could kill a qiē enemy - fortunately, Sayes knew that it was just a thing.

"Cheap you kid. Shante's snorting tail slipped into the grass with his figure, and in the blink of an eye he was out of sight.

"! what a *** bad luck!" Sayes didn't have the stealth skills of Shante, he could only look left and right like a headless fly, and finally ducked in the grass to try to find the enemy's tracks.

"Fool, activate the crystal and report our situation to the Count, quick!" Shanter's voice suddenly came from the right of Sayyas, whispering words hidden in the wind, barely audible.

"Crystal ...... Oh, crystals!" Sayes reached into his arms, but for a moment he could only touch the flask, and the magic crystal did not know where he had stuffed it.

Shante fell out of the smoke, and Sayes smelled the smell from him for the first time, the smell of blood.

Several black figures flew out of the smoke immediately afterward, and they had nothing to hide from the effect of the "Detect Invisibility" spell, and they didn't need to hide. The red eyes in the night are extraordinarily focused, followed by Bai Sensen's teeth, in the drifting smoke, a handsome face distorted by hideousness looms, Sayes can see clearly, and even more clearly smell the faint sulfur body odor on the other party's body, he finally handed over bad luck, he just happened to touch the magic crystal, but before he could remember the use of this ghost, he threw it at a black elf who raised a knife to cut at Shante, and then turned around and ran- Even if he called for reinforcements, he would have to survive until reinforcements arrived, and he would have to do a better job than the former commander hiding in the construction tower.

Sayers doesn't look at people tall and big, and his speed is not slow at all, especially after being accelerated.

Behind him, there was the sound of crackling grass and trees breaking, as if a huge grasshopper was chasing after it.

Sayes didn't have time to care about what happened to Shante, he could only ask for more blessings at this time, he ran away, he didn't even care about recalling the few low-level spells he knew, and now he could only hope that the trapper behind him would change direction, if he kept being so persistent, he could only turn back and fight hard after the acceleration failed--I hope he can accept the wrestling test.

"Day!" said Sayers, stumbling over a body lying in the grass, his intestines to be exact. Looking back, there was nothing, but Sayes knew that it was just because the "detection and invisibility" had failed, and the smell of sulfur on his face clearly depicted the figure of the attacker flying forward, although he had long understood the high speed of these devil elves, but it was the first time to feel it in this way, and the extra sense of involvement made their speed extremely exaggerated by Sayers, as if watching the Grim Reaper kill in front of him.

Sayers crawled and fumbled around the ground, hoping to catch something to resist, preferably one that could kill a large number of enemies with his hands - but it was only a bayone, or a half-cut sword.

No matter what magic used to be on the bayonet, it can only be used to commit suicide now.

"Come on!" Sayes clutched his broken sword, and in desperation, a carp rolled over and stood up, which was a rare and beautiful move for him, and the invisible enemy leaped high and swooped down in the air, ready to end Mr. Sayers' glorious life.

The scorching heat scorched Mr. Sayers' hair and saved his life.

Forty-seven swooped down from above and smashed to the ground like a meteor on fire. The Night Elf who attacked Sayes was lifted open by the wind pressure, and deftly flipped in the air, falling to the ground to reveal its form.

The inexplicable inferno fluctuations that appear and disappear inexplicably annoy Forty-Seven, but there is nothing he can do about it—tracking has never been his forte. He glanced at the battlefield and didn't notice anything worth noting, the resistance of the reconnaissance team was not worth worrying about at all in his eyes, but he found that the Notari Plain in the dark looked somewhat similar to the night in the swamp, but in the swamp most of the time, the four ** could only squat on the top of the mage tower and overlook, and the effect naturally could not be compared with now. He had rarely thought of the swamp since he had returned to the surface, and this anachronistic feeling of loss was very foreign to him at the moment.

"Kill them. Forty-seven turned his head to dispel the feeling for a moment, and with a gesture of his hand, the demonized elf next to him, who had been gathering momentum, immediately pounced - fortunately, it was not the direction where Sayers was.

When Morriel saw the smoke and fire in the distance, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Morrill had no time to analyze why he had been so unlucky, for a large black shadow swept overhead, slamming into the grass, and the earth shook and the earth flew up.

Hoffman, who had been following the back of the line, raised his arms furiously and howled upwards - in his remaining consciousness, there was an enemy in front of him that he was destined to destroy, and this thought was above the pain of his half-stone and half-human body, beyond his hatred of normal beings, so that he could not even wait for Moriel's orders, and rushed forward like a giant orangutan.

Morriel rode his constructed warhorse over the pit created by Hoffman, looked at the giant shadow and sighed, "Keep up and kill those bastards." ”

Seriously, she really wanted to do it at this point.

Sander was not as lucky as Sayers. He had used up all his belongings, and all the spells he could use were exhausted. He didn't have time to wonder why the black elves didn't react to the poisonous rays and blowguns, he just pulled out the dagger hidden in the staff and gasped as he watched the steel monster walking towards him as if no one was around.

In fact, Forty-Seven didn't plan to deal with Shante. Losing his tracks, he had no choice but to wander around without a purpose, waiting for the demonic elves to clean up the recalcitrant ones before considering his next move, and in the thick smoke, Forty-Seven was even a little lazy again, which was really slack - so he didn't even notice what he was flying.

"Damn it!" Sayes watched as the severed kite-like Shante fell not far in front of him.

He threw himself into the grass and was lucky that no one paid attention to them.

"Tap, you're hurting me!" Shante's voice was clear and powerful.

"How are you? Aren't you going to die!" Sayers regretted his joke as soon as he turned it over, and when he turned it over, he found that half of Shante's body had almost been torn apart.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just slipped and fell......" Shante coughed a few times, and his mental state was surprisingly good.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm ......" Sayes couldn't cover the wound with a slap that was one size taller than the average person, because it was like a dragon had scratched it, and blood gushed out like a river, and it was hard to imagine that a thin man like Shante had so much blood: "Do you have a healing potion!"

"Sayers, do you know the town of Trare, located in the southern part of the Empire. Shante didn't answer Sayers' words.

"Shut up! I asked if you had any healing potions!" Sayyas's face was impatient, but his eyes were a little moist.

"Idiot, what are you crying about, we've just met. I have something I want you to bring to a ......"

"Hey, didn't you say that we just met! If it's a man, say it yourself! You were the one who was happy on other people's bodies, not me!"

“...... The person I want to talk about is my mother. ”

"I'm sorry...... In short, I will not speak for you!" Sayes could only breathe out at the moment to express his anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"We're friends who have drunk together, you can do me a favor......" Shante's breathing was a little short: "Sue him, I went to the north to make a fortune, and I may not come back for a long time, remember, I went to the north to make a fortune......"

"We haven't prostituted together yet. Sayes stared at Shante as he gasped for breath as if he had a final hiccup, and remained still.

"You elven bastards!" Sayers roared as he rose from the grass, attracting the attention of the two demonic elves nearby, who changed direction and lunged at Sayers—

I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, Sayes still didn't die at the hands of the elves.

Hoffman's pillar-like iron-clad calves slammed into Sayers, knocking him far away.

“***。 These were the last words that Sayes said before he passed out.

The black elf and the equally black scimitar twisted in the air and slashed at Hoffman without hesitation.

The ironstone giant let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth