Different from the wide surface, the complexity of the dark area is unimaginable. There are hundreds of thousands of tunnels, cracks, and karst caves interspersed and connected to each other. No one knows what will be encountered in the next second after turning this intersection.

In order to deal with the "righteous" assassination of the drow elves, the Red Dragon Army had to strictly guard against clinging together.

The firewood was crackling and burning, and Warwick stared vigilantly at the darkness that might appear at the passage.

None of the scouts sent out came back, and he had no doubt that every pass around the Red Dragon Legion camp was firmly occupied by those hateful rats.

In other words, the Red Dragon Legion is now in a state of surveillance that is half-surrounded. Facing the complex terrain of the Underdark, the Red Dragon Legion's best style of play cannot be deployed.

- Some tunnels are even only half a person high, and the drow can go unimpeded, but the strong red dragon clan can only watch it.

It stands to reason that in the face of this situation where the troops are divided by the terrain, the best way to deal with it is to find a large enough open space, or use "siege Wei to save Zhao" and directly choose to attack "Crystal" to force the enemy to fight.

But the wisdom of a real dragon is beyond what a dull gnoll can imagine, and Warwick dare not speculate on His Majesty's intentions.

He could vaguely feel that the great Dragon King had "made a move", but he didn't know what the specific situation was, so he had to wait with peace of mind.

Where there is light, there are shadows. In this complex environment, even if the cave is lit by dozens of bonfires, there are still many shadows.

Sharp stalactites pierced through the dome like sharp swords, and their roots were buried in the deep darkness. There were also huge stalagmites of various strange shapes on the ground. On the backlit side, the shadows were stretched out.

Honestly, this can't be called a good place for any army, but it's a haven for assassins or killers.

The steppe wolves who were resting on the ground suddenly raised their heads vigilantly, and their noses sniffed vigorously. It seemed that other creatures had broken into the cave, but in their field of vision, everything was normal.

Warwick habitually sat on a high stalagmite, where he could see all the wolf cubs in his clan, as well as the five forks that branched out of this stomach-like cave.

He suddenly noticed that the surrounding air flow seemed to be a bit wrong. The three tentacles that replaced the right arm were wriggling strangely, and the fine scales covered on them stood up vigilantly.

The shadows all over the cave made him aware of the danger, and he felt chills down his spine and his hair stood upside down.

He rolled to the side subconsciously, but at this moment a sharp arrow suddenly ripped through the air, shot out from the shadow behind him blocked by a stalagmite, rubbed Warwick's cheek and flew past, buried in the upper in the dark.

Seeing that he missed a hit, the shadow seemed to fade a bit, and Warwick's tentacles were thrown out almost at the same time, and a drow elf was violently pulled out of the shadow!

Obviously every intersection is strictly guarded by gnolls, but he doesn't know where these cunning guys come from, and simulates the dark enchantment into the shape of a shadow, and hides himself in it. Such a clever assassination method makes him unable to help. A chill rises.

If he hadn't reacted fast enough, his head might have been pierced by a sharp arrow just like his thirteenth concubine.

The drow, who is only about six feet tall (one meter eight), is not as good as Warwick's current calf, and the tentacles are much thicker than his waist.

I saw him holding a crossbow in his hand, a fine gold dagger around his waist, a black magic cloak on the outside, and a silver chainmail on the inside. The drow are completely different.

Warwick immediately realized that this was the elite warrior of the drow!

Giving the night assassin almost no room for resistance, Warwick strangled him directly.

The social system of the dark elves is destined to be a group of lunatics who can sacrifice their lives and souls for the glory of the spider **** queen.

Even if they were arrested and tortured, they would only be forced to bite through the poison sac hidden in their teeth, and would not be able to get any useful information.

"All vigilance!"

Warwick threw the assassin's corpse aside and let out a low drink.

The gnolls waved their weapons and claws into the shadows next to each other in conditioned reflexes, some swiped in the air, while others hit the real thing, and blood and screams bloomed in the shadows.

At least a few dozen drows were pulled out, then knocked down by the mad gnoll, bitten to death, and torn to shreds.

Perhaps even this group of dark night assassins did not expect that this group of monsters would react so quickly.

Warwick looked up at the dome that was dozens of meters high and shrouded in darkness. He was thinking, if the dark elves could quietly infiltrate the Red Dragon Army camp, would the darkness above him also lie in ambush. An incalculable number of mice?

Warwick had scrutinized the dark elves' mounts before, the subterranean lizards. Their limbs had three-toed sticky feet, and they could fly around walls like spiders without causing any movement.

The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown became, and the more suspicious he became. The gnoll also had dark vision, but the darkness seemed to block the light, like the thickest ink, blocking his line of sight.

He is no stranger to this phenomenon. It is the talent of the drow elves - the dark enchantment, but the dome with a height of tens of meters has far exceeded the attack range of the monsters.

What should I do?

Warwick turned to look at the dozing manticores lying on the ground, their slender tails covered with clumps of spikes, shimmering coldly in the firelight.

Isn't this the most perfect long-range strike method?

Warwick grinned into a silent laugh.

As we all know, a manticore clan is comparable to a mighty army of thousands of archers!

He will never forget ~lightnovelpub.net~ on the battlefield of Green Hills, how much casualties the Manticore's arrow rain caused to the Red Dragon Legion, and countless Red Dragon clans were shot into hedgehogs in an instant.

He quietly sent the order down. Anyway, it only takes a few hours, and the bone spurs at the end of the manticore's tail will re-grow, and it will not hurt if you try it.

Dozens of manticores suddenly raised their tails at the same time, and the dense rain of arrows shot out fiercely. The bone spurs ripped apart the air, and let out an indescribable howl of arrows, almost covering the dome above their heads!

Continuous screams came from the darkness above, and Warwick's twisted face raised a sneer. It seemed that he guessed right, and those timid mice were hiding there waiting to attack.

The drow elves that were shot into hedgehogs fell from the dome dozens of meters high. Even if they were not shot to death by the tail thorns of the manticore, their only breath would be smashed into mud.

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