"Sister Majia, what is the occupation of the person who is fighting against Ms. Melissa?" Priestess Rose, who was hiding in the gap between the stalactites, looked at the fierce and silent battle ahead, and couldn't help but ask again.

"From the appearance, it should be a half-elf from the surface. In addition to casting magic, he also has animal companions, and after suppressing Ms. Melissa's flute, dual-wielding weapons can still gain the upper hand. It should be A half-elf ranger."

The drow elf beside him said uncertainly: "But the pale orange flames covering this ranger's body look very strange. Could it be that he has a special occupation?"

"So, Ms. Melissa is very likely to lose?" Priestess Rose looked worriedly, her pale red eyes flashed, and she asked tentatively, "Do you want us to find a way to help her? one time?"

"That's not to say, this ranger is at the peak of second-order strength at most, and Ms. Melissa's level is close to the edge of fourth-order." The drow called Majia thought for a while and analyzed the girl beside him. road:

"The main reason why this ranger has the upper hand is that the "Silence" that the opponent suddenly cast interrupts Ms. Melissa's attack rhythm. After she adjusts, this half-elf ranger will definitely lose. "

In the final analysis, the strength gap between the two sides is too great. How could it be so easy for this ranger to challenge to leapfrog? The drow elf Majia looked at the silent battle ahead and gradually gained confidence in Ms. Melissa.

But what puzzled her was that after the sound of the flute was silenced, Ms. Melissa's attack seemed to be a little restrained and unable to perform, as if she was afraid of something, which was not like her usual resolute style.

Moreover, this half-elf ranger was injured in many places, and was still bleeding, but he still insisted on fighting to the end. The stubborn expression he showed made her feel inexplicably familiar.

Is he also a player?

The drow elf Maga immediately popped this idea in her mind, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was unlikely.

Because the strength of the second-order ranger of the other party seems to be a little unexpected, and she was able to fight with Ms. Melissa for so long, which made her unable to associate with all the compatriots she had seen.

And there are three dreadclaws and seven or eight drow corpses nearby. It would be incredible to say that this ranger killed them all.

Today, the overall strength of the player, for a woman who has traveled back and forth between the surface and the ground, she still knows a little bit.

Although there is no shortage of ruthless people above the second order on the surface, compared with the underground world, the number is still relatively lacking.

Even so, one of the strongest drow swordsmanship master players she had seen in the lighthouse town couldn't cleanly kill three dreadclaws in strong armor, not to mention so many drow warriors.

Immediately afterwards, she began to worry faintly in her heart. After all, this is the dark area, a dangerous area full of monsters.

If the three of them stay here for too long, it is very likely that the movement will be too loud, attracting monsters wandering in other areas, and it will be troublesome if they get into a hard fight.

So she immediately cast her worried eyes to the silent battle not far away, and began to hope that the battle would end soon.

At the same time, Thorne's attack has firmly gained the upper hand.

With the blessing of the proficient level "Two-Weapon Combat" feat, the two sharp blades in his hand attacked the drow as fast and deadly as a violent storm, which directly caused the drow to be forced to retreat again and again without any chance of parrying at all. force.

However, due to multiple injuries on his body and a fierce battle, his physical strength is about to reach a critical point.

Moreover, the health points for their reference in the attribute column have also dropped to about one-third, so he must clear the troubles in front of him as soon as possible before he runs out of energy.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Star!”

Thorne swung the dagger in his left hand vigorously, and a dazzling light burst out. Although this strong light could not have effective lethality on this drow elf for some reason, it still caused her body to pause for a moment.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Enhanced Skill): Sword of Red Lotus!”

So the long sword in his right hand burst into scorching flames, wrapped in a surging heat wave, and mercilessly slashed towards the chest of the enemy in front of him.

Feeling the threat, the drow elf changed his expression and immediately swung his sword to meet him.

When she swung the sword to block, the dagger in Thorne's left hand was no longer restrained, only to see his wrist flicker, and the dagger slashed towards the drow's slender waist at a very fast speed.

"Pfft!"

Under the blessing of the "Desert Fire" feat, Thorne's short sword was surrounded by a layer of light orange fire, instantly piercing the tight leather armor of the drow, and leaving a wound on his body that was scorched by the flame, bright red The blood began to spread rapidly in the wound.

The burning pain from the waist made the drow look annoyed, the long sword swept through a cold light, swaying all the two pursuits of the ranger, and then jumped, the slender figure floated directly in the air.

The drow left the shrouded range of the Silence Technique, and the hybrid sword in his hand played a melodious flute sound again.

Afterwards, the drow held the long sword upside down, quietly watched the half-elf ranger on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

Because the moment the other party took out the sacred emblem of tracking, she immediately realized that the encounter between the two sides was a complete misunderstanding, but the reason for the ranger's continuous attacks and silence spells gave her no chance to explain. .

——“Second Ring Divine Art: Human Body Immobilization!”

Therefore, the drow thought that the other party must calm down before talking, so she reached out and pointed at the figure of the ranger.

However, things didn't seem to go the way she expected.

The drow elf's confident control magic had no effect on the ranger on the ground, but in exchange was a fireball the size of a washbasin, with a piercing whistling, smashing towards her floating figure.

"Boom!"

The flames of the explosion will instantly float in mid-air and shroud the drow elves.

When the pungent smoke of gunpowder disappeared with the cold wind, the embarrassed figure of the drow elf appeared in front of Thorne and the others watching the battle.

Immediately afterwards, the melodious and melodious sound of the flute angrily entered its climax, becoming more passionate than ever.

"Nothing at all." Thorne glanced at the drow who was a little embarrassed by the flames, and looked surprised.

Just as he was about to call the Fulong Beast to escape with him, the long sword in the drow elf's hand suddenly came out of his hand, with a passionate flute and a piercing sound, and stabbed directly towards his door.

"Is this the Swordsmanship?" Seeing the long sword being controlled by the drow, Thorne did not dare to be careless and waved his sword to resist.

"boom!"

The dazzling sparks were rubbed by the sharp blade and the sharp blade, and the surging force directly made Thorne retreat five or six steps in a row before he stopped his figure.

However, the floating long sword did not give him any chance to react. When his body was unstable, he flexibly shook and galloped again.

- "Mage Armor!"

Thorne, who knew that he could not escape, immediately activated the protective force field to prepare to resist, and then used the skills of the Shadow Hand to escape.

However, unexpectedly, when the long sword was about to touch the protective force field, it suddenly stopped, and the excited flute began to soften.

Moreover, Thorne was also keenly aware that there was no cold murderous intent, more like a kind of flute.

"Stop it, this is a misunderstanding, a ranger from the surface, a stalker of the Way of Silence." The drow stroked the long silver-white hair that had become messy after being bombarded by the fireball, and issued a clear voice to the ranger on the ground. 's voice.

"A misunderstanding?" Thorne was startled when he heard the other party's words, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

After all, most of the drow represent chaos and evil, especially females, and they are the kind that are best at intrigue.

So he glanced vigilantly at the hybrid sword that was still floating in front of him, and looked up.

He saw a shimmering holy emblem shown to him by the drow, engraved with a dark elf holding a silver sword and dancing in the moonlight.

Dark Maiden: Eilistraee, a chaotic and kind deity.

Thorne, who had cleared the misunderstanding, was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his face changed suddenly.

"Be careful!" At the same time, the drow elf floating in the air immediately reminded Thorne on the ground.

"Roar! Roar!"

As soon as the voice fell, two battle roars that seemed to come from the wild reverberated on the surrounding stone walls, and then, two burly silhouettes gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

Tauren!

Even the tauren appeared, Thorne trembled at the two roars, and then looked at the tauren who appeared with an ugly face.

At this moment, he finally realized how dangerous the Underdark was.

He just ambushed a patrol team of drow elves, and then, like stabbed a hornet's nest, he attracted the dreadclaws, another patrol team, and the dark girl disciple floating above his head, and finally attracted two more to join in the fun tauren.

Depressed Thorne didn't know if he killed the tauren and attracted other monsters.

So he immediately took advantage of the fact that the tauren had not yet launched a charge, and began to slowly retreat, adjusting a terrain that was most beneficial to him.

"Roar!"

At the moment when the two tauren appeared, the dragon beast, who watched vigilantly at the other two drow elves, immediately came to Thorne, and responded to the two tauren with a low roar like a demonstration.

"What **** bug put the big fireball! Dare to disturb my Gurado's good things, I want you to taste the taste of horns!"

Carrying a giant axe in one hand and an animal skin apron in the other, the tauren came scoldingly, his black eyes flashed with violent anger, accompanied by a deafening roar of rage, and white steaming air columns came from his nostrils on both sides. squirting.

At this time, the tauren Gulado was very depressed, because these little bugs, whose teeth were not enough, dared to destroy the good things of his old cow at the great moment when he was about to show his male demeanor. Today, he let these little bugs Know how powerful he is.

"There's a lot of nonsense, hurry up and shred them, you soft egg, didn't you say that you are stronger than the hill giant? Hurry up and prove it to me!" Another tauren with a broken horn kicked the tauren Guradu. feet, growled.

"I'm not a soft egg, I'm the most kind old cow. When I go back, I will definitely tear up that hill giant, you wait!"

The tauren Gulado, who was mentioned in pain, was a bit funny to show off his burly body with tangled muscles, and once again exhaled two steaming white air from his nostrils, roared viciously, and lowered his cow-like body directly. Head, posing as a charge.

"Gulado, don't care if you can fly, and clean up a few bugs on the ground."

The tauren with the broken horn suddenly found that two insects were hiding in the direction of the stalactite, and immediately shook the thick hair on his body, bowed slightly and launched a charge.

"Oops, we're being targeted." Ma Jia and the two who were hiding in the stalactite gap felt the tauren's malicious gaze, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Tauren Gulado is not a soft egg! Tauren is fearless! Crush these little bugs! Charge!"

The tauren Guladoro roared loudly, staring at Thorne with **** eyes, imagining him as a giant on the hill, and charged fiercely with an unstoppable momentum.

Looking at the Tauren who was about to charge, Thorne naturally did not dare to try to block its charge, so he greeted the Fulong Beast and dispersed immediately.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Wing Charge!”

Immediately afterwards, Thorne's body immediately floated into the air, driven by the flame wings.

The tauren Gulardo, who was half-charged, found that he had lost his target. A violent emergency brake, the broad and thick hooves left deep impressions on the ground of the rocky cave, and the huge bull head and tangled muscles also twisted rapidly. , stabilized the burly body.

Then the tauren turned around abruptly, the black and bright bull's eyes locked on the Fulong beast. Just as he was about to lower his head and continue to launch a new round of charge, the Fulong beast flapped its small wings and floated into the air with a mocking expression. Looking at the flightless Gulardo, he pouted in disdain.

"..."

The tauren Gulardo raised the bull's head and stared at the left and right eyes, and found that all the targets of the attack flew up.

He roared angrily, and once again exhaled two steaming white air from his nose. Then he shook off the dark black hair that smelled of death all over his body. He picked up the giant axe in his hand and smashed it at the mocking dragon beast. go.

The Fulong Beast flapped its small wings and flexibly avoided the Tauren's giant axe, and then flew out of the mouth where the Tauren couldn't reach, and spewed a faint green poisonous mist.

Under the erosion of poison, the tauren's body became rigid and difficult to move. With the whistling of a flute, a long sword flickering with silver light precisely hit his heart, and the green and faint tauren fell on his back.

At the same time, Thorne, who briefly floated in the air, locked his gaze on the other tauren with a broken horn.

——“Qi Qi Slash!”

I saw his thought move, and the Demon Slaying Sword was enveloped in a layer of fierce energy, and his body enveloped by the firelight was like a big fireball, with a scorching whistling sound, smashed down towards the tauren fiercely. .

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade precisely slashed the back of the tauren with horns, just like ploughing the ground, slashing a bloodstain deep into the bone from top to bottom, almost splitting his entire body in half.

The tauren let out an unwilling roar, the burly body swayed, and fell forward to the ground, a pair of broad palms firmly grasped the rocks on the ground, twitched a few times and then died.

"died?"

The panicked drow elf Maga and the two found that the Tauren who was about to charge had collapsed in such a daze. Half-elf ranger.

"The combination of Priestess Rose and the Dark Maiden Believer? Aren't these two gods mortal enemies?" Thorne frowned and said to himself after discovering the identities of the two figures walking towards him.

However, he quickly figured out the reason, so he asked tentatively, "You two are also players?"