Chapter 0243 Blood Devil

The drow assassin lying in the shadow walked out of the hiding place quietly.

The exquisite hand crossbow has disappeared, replaced by a flying gold dagger, while the drow assassin slowly approached the wolf-shaped creature still twitching and struggling, while carefully watching each other's every move. The enemy's flesh has been severely hit, and he has also been poisoned by Zolter. He should have lost his ability to resist, but the deep sense of crisis in his heart still makes him palpitate.

His eyes quickly swept across the battlefield, everything seemed so normal, but with a bit of bizarre strangeness. What is wrong?

The drow assassin walked to the place where the blood demon lay prostrate, hesitated for a moment, and picked his body with his toes, intending to confirm his life and death. But when the glare of Drow Assassin's eyes swept to the fighter on the stiff side, his pupils shrank sharply, realizing that something was wrong.

What's wrong with the soldiers?

Unfortunately, this consciousness was just born in my mind, and the pain in the lower limb interrupted the process of thinking. The provoked blood demon threw himself out of the situation, as can be seen from the projection on the stone wall, the two had been closely together. Nearly face-to-face, any large-scale limb movement is in vain, and two equally swift figures are left with instinctive thrusts.

Pierce, flip, pull out, pierce again, stir, pull out ...

As if in a silent competition, the two assassins were tightly entangled together, just like the closest lover, hugging each other, using only one hand to rush in and out of each other's body. At such a short distance, both sides have lost space to avoid, and they are completely desperate.

The blood demon does not hide or hide, sometimes even actively uses the vital parts to meet the opponent's dagger, just to slow down the opponent's attack frequency. The drow assassin spent at least half of his energy to tremble the body, avoiding attacks on vital parts with the slight vibration of the body. So in terms of speed and frequency of attack, Drow Assassin is at an absolute disadvantage.

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh, the heavy breathing, the splashing of blood intertwined, and the figure shook in the dim and cold underground passage, sketching a strange and strange picture.

Gradually, the sound began to drop, and the two hugging figures projected on the ground had stopped any body movements. A thin figure almost slipped, but was held up by another figure standing steadily, and a satiating sucking sound sounded in the passage.

When the blood demon came out of the shadow, the drow assassin's body collapsed to the ground. The faint cold light illuminated the body that fell to the ground. Drow Assassin's face was pale as if he had just climbed out of the coffin. The numerous wounds in the chest and abdomen were dry and wrinkled, but no blood leaked.

The drow warrior was still standing still, his dark face was full of horrified twists, his left hand pressed tightly to his chest, his right hand was drooping weakly, and his long fingers were holding his sword, but he was no longer able to swing it out. His fatal wound was in his heart, and the sharp hand of the blood demon penetrated into the heart through the gap of the chain mail. This was already an irreparable injury, but his true cause of death was indeed the ultimate fear.

When he tried to block the small scars of his heart and tried to tighten his muscles and waited for the companion's rescue, he closely appreciated the companion's cruel killing and blood-sucking process, so the extreme fear was already overwhelmed. The heart expanded and restless again, and instantly took away his small vitality.

With a light snap of his fingers, the drow warrior's tight chest throbbed violently, and a blood arrow ejected from the wound, and it sank into the blood demon's mouth. For such low-grade blood food, the blood demon has disdain to eat and **** like a beast, but like an orthodox and elegant blood aristocracy, only take some heart and blood to try new things.

The blood on the upright body of the blood demon is slowly healing. Wherever he passes, all the undried blood flowing on the floor will bounce up and climb up to his feet, immersed in the white robe of the cover. When all the wounds on the blood demon disappeared, the broken white robe on the body was also new.

In the shadow on the side of the Yongdao, the first attacked drow assassin leaned against the stone wall, with a black and dry blood arrow in his throat. He was actually attacked and killed by a blood arrow spurting from his mouth. This novel method of death may also be recorded in the annals of history.

The blood demon turned back and glanced at the passage when he came. The **** eyes radiated a person's light in the shadow. When the light subsided, he had lost his figure in the passage.

Almost at the moment when the blood demon disappeared, a translucent shadow quietly sneaked into this Yongdao. The latecomer did not recklessly approach this flesh and slaughterhouse, but lay silently in the shadow on the side and looked at everything here.

After the silent signal was issued, a cluttered footsteps sounded in the passage from the shadow. Five tall or short, thick or thin figures appeared around the corner. The translucent shadow also stepped out of the darkness, and led the newly arrived men to carefully examine the bodies in the opening scene.

From the costume point of view, this group of people is really the small group that the blood demon encountered in the tavern.

As soon as the kobold warlock who had reached his companion's waist stepped into the war circle, he was rolled into his eyes with a **** choke that was too choking, and his excessively sensitive sense of smell became a great torment in this environment.

"Head, did you see the jackal assassin?" A kobold warlock sighed with a piece of cloth turned out of his arms, and asked curiously about the corpses that were constantly being examined. leader.

"Yeah, head, did you find the clue of that guy? I've seen the boy's discomfort for a long time, take advantage of this opportunity to take a good look at him." A big muscle bear gnomes with obvious muscles in his brain keep moving his thick fingers , A posture eager to try.

"You two shut up! Take a good look at the situation here. Do you want to trouble your head?" A relatively stable tauren frowned at them, turning his head to look at the busy thief: "Head Is n’t that guy doing it? It ’s just a little bit more effort before and after our feet, can he kill so many people? "

The thief hidden in the heavy cloak jumped briskly between flesh and blood and checked it at the fastest speed before returning to the companion. The voice was deep and unprecedented.

"Rud, you don't want to provoke that guy. He, you can't afford it, even our team cannot afford it."

The five companions were startled, and even the stupid bear goblin could not hide the trembling from the leader's words. The kobold warlock Rud looked around the battlefield again, not seeing anything strange. As a wandering mercenary begging for life underground, what kind of **** scenes have already been seen, such a killing scene can only be regarded as a pediatrics, and I ca n’t understand why the head should be so solemnly warning himself.

It was still the steady tauren who kicked the dead body of the drow assassin with the lightest foot, which attracted everyone's attention.

"What about blood?" The kobold warlock Rud jumped up suddenly, screaming out the suspicious sinus that suddenly floated in his heart.

Due to the numerous wounds on this drow assassin, he should be the most fiercely bleeding, but the dark brown stains on his surrounding body can't match his injury.

The amount of blood is wrong!

The team members suddenly felt a chill, and the jackal assassin they followed turned out to be a vampire, which was a bit unexpected for everyone.

Soon, another drow assassin in the shadow was also carried out. Looking at the coagulated blood arrow stuck in his throat, everyone's heart became more and more heavy.

"He can also control the blood to attack." The thief leader has very few words, but every sentence is worth chewing and tasting. The dual identity of blood and assassin is enough to cause headaches. If you can still control the blood, is there still a way for melee professionals?

The kobold warlock Rud couldn't help but breathe a bit harder. When he thought of the pair of cold eyes staring at his red pupil, it could not help but fight a cold war, and felt that the robe on his body could not resist the chill of the ground. . Although it is also a 7th-level caster, the most talented ones are "Bloodthirst", "Fireball", and "Stealth". There are few talents for spell control. Really encountered such a cold-blooded assassin, it is estimated that only the life of lying on the floor.

I thought that relying on my companion's helper was able to put the guy who was full of his own evil in a dark corner. Who thought that the other party was an unprecedented cannibal crocodile, and the cowardly nature of the kobolds immediately regained Rude Chest. It can't help but secretly look at the surrounding terrain and start to figure out which route to escape the fastest and safest.

"Don't think about running away." The thief's gaze under the hood was cold and fierce, and he saw through the kobold's careful thought: "We will not provoke him, and he will not take the initiative to provoke us. After all, we are allies now. ! "

ally? ...

This word made their snort dogs fart half a quarter of an hour ago, but now it can bring them some false warmth. At least until the overthrow of the "Kuroshio" mercenary group, the term ally is still very useful!

After a short period of time, the members of the team were stabilized, and the thief's gaze in front of the dark, dark road was a bit unspeakable. The other party had drifted away, and there were no living creatures at the scene, but he still had a strange feeling of being attached to it, as if something was watching them. For a long time, the thief waved his hand and led the crowd on a different path.

Waiting for the road to return to silence again, not far from where the thieves team stood, a pool of blood on the ground that had not dried up meandered and twisted, gathering into the shape of an eye. This real "blood eye" glanced around the field, and finally focused his attention on the direction of the thieves team leaving, blinking his eyes in doubt. The "Blood Eye" did not last long. As the energy in the blood was completely exhausted, it finally disintegrated and weathered, leaving no last trace.