Arad's crooked savior

A happy event happened in the Dark City. The returned alchemist Morgan developed an antidote to the plague, which has the effect of completely curing initial patients!

This was like a shot in the arm for the dark elves who were full of depression. Under the haze of the failure of the first expedition to the gold mine, it was the only happy event worthy of praise.

For a time, Morgan's reputation soared, but it didn't take long for the dark elf, who had lost his excitement, to slowly think about it. It seemed that that was all...

Neupera has long been turned into a dead land, and the residents of the towns and villages near Neupera were all evacuated after the outbreak of the plague.

Too much time has passed, the antidote worked, but now it is useless.

At the same time, the story that a group of adventurers went to Neupera to solve the source of the plague gradually spread among the civilians.

Ridicule, disdain, mixed with some inexplicable expectations.

Rather than the antidote, getting rid of the source of the plague is more exciting.

Because he had prepared enough living supplies in advance, Ye Lin simply started to live a camping and picnic life.

Isadora used his rich knowledge to find various wild fruits, vegetables and fungi in the underground space. The large pieces of dried meat and bread desserts in his backpack were staple foods and snacks.

If you live in Dornier, you will have a sleeping bag. He once suggested that we make an extra-large bed so that everyone could just squeeze in their clothes and use them as pillows, but he was ruthlessly rejected...

The team's goal is to wait until death. Shapron attacks the gold mine for the second time with great vigor. He will never return to the Dark City until a result is achieved.

Of course, he didn't spend all his time idle. There was no shortage of monsters for training nearby, such as gargoyles, bats, spiders, and corpse snatchers. He cleaned up all the monsters he could find.

When she really couldn't find him, she practiced swordsmanship with Siatt, but unfortunately, after she awakened as a fat beast, she was already crushing him in terms of strength.

What's even more irritating is that every time he admits defeat, Siatt will tease and taunt, "You can't do it!"

Remember this grudge first.

"Caipiao, is there any news in Dark City?"

Lying on a recliner, with his hands behind his head, he looked at the dark area above, trying to see if there were any bats in it.

"No, I just heard that the battle was fierce. The dwarves were all hiding behind the tyrant. Augustus was so powerful that they were temporarily in a stalemate."

Guyu, who was sitting three meters away, touched his stomach and waist. He was full of desserts these days, and had to travel frequently to and from the camp and the Dark City, secretly inquiring about various information to burn off excess calories.

Every trace of excess fat may be fatal to assassins and shadow dancers who rely on body skills.

"By the way, it won't take long for the Senate to kill Augustus. After all, he is just a dead creature without reason. Aren't you worried?"

Gu Yu couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Don't worry, the Dark Elf wants a big victory, not a tragic victory, and that Videl is not as cowardly as he appears."

Bang!

A dark figure suddenly climbed over the magic-arranged rocks and landed steadily in front of them. Then he stretched out his hand and asked, "Can you give me a bowl of broth?"

With the unexpected visitor, the atmosphere suddenly solidified. Siatt ended her chat with Mo Mei and slowly grabbed the giant sword at her side.

There were rocks blocking the view around the camp, as well as Kelly's heat detection equipment. How did he manage to find this place without being discovered?

He is tall and burly and looks terrifying, but his tone of begging for broth is unusually calm. He has extremely thick arms, short blue hair, and a huge bone tooth of an unknown monster tied around his waist. In his right hand, he is holding a handle with serrated teeth on the back. greatsword.

A mysterious dark elf warrior!

"OK."

Ye Lin quickly stood up and nodded, took out a large bowl of thick, still warm broth from the iron pot and handed it to the other party.

"Thanks."

His eyes were calm, he took the broth and drank it in a big gulp without asking for a spoon. He wiped the corners of his mouth with the rough back of his hand stained with dirt, and asked again: "Do you have any wine?"

"have!"

After half a bottle of strong wine, a trace of regret appeared on his terrifying and ferocious face. Then he lowered his head and looked at his chest. There were three thick scars on his strong chest and one on his neck.

Isadora's eyes narrowed. Judging from the scale, these four scars were as tragic as disembowelment. They were fatal injuries!

"Who is the current king of the dark elves?"

"It's Queen Meia." Yelin whispered back.

"I see, I have one more request."

He exhaled, threw the weapon aside, and turned to look at Gu Yu, "Junior, kill me, and then bury me in the original place."

"ha?"

Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly, "I kill people for money, and I won't do anything to people who have a hole in their head. As for burying you, you are overthinking it, just jump off the cliff. "

In her opinion, this male dark elf who broke in for no reason was simply unreasonable. He first asked for a bowl of broth, then a bottle of wine, then asked the king, and finally asked him to kill herself. Isn't this just stupid.

If you want to commit suicide, just find a cliff and jump off it.

"Haha, I can't taste the meat and wine. It's a pity."

He smiled and didn't care about Gu Yu's sarcasm. He held the wine bottle regretfully and poured the remaining half of the bottle on his face.

Isadora quietly looked at the red dots on the instrument, and then thought of the resurrection ability of the plague and the horrific scars, and then said in surprise: "You are not a living person, but a resurrected corpse?"

Siatt, who had always been on alert, was shocked and a little unbelievable.

It's not like she hasn't seen those corpse thieves before, but they are twisted and disgusting monsters with no sense at all.

Even the resurrected Augustus is a madman who only knows how to kill dark elves and weapons.

But although the dark elf in front of him behaved a little strangely, he was completely different from those corpse thieves, and he didn't look like a corpse.

"I am Jarvan, a dark elf who has been dead for decades or perhaps hundreds of years."

He introduced himself.

"The Seventh Hero - Demonic Executioner Jiawen..."

Only then did Ye Lin silently confirm that the other party was one of the seven heroes of the dark elves, the legendary hero who single-handedly delayed the Baroque army.

The underground space of the Dark Elf is not a flat place. It has high and low places, and various mysterious ruins emerge in endlessly.

And somewhere deep in a group of ancient tombs, there is a terrifying two-winged monster sealed - Baroque!

Baroques flapped their wings in groups and attacked the Dark Elf settlements that had not yet established a foothold, causing them terrible casualties.

Bach, the third hero of the Dark Elves, sealed away the Baroque king, the Balrog Bartalusis, at the cost of his life, in exchange for the smooth establishment of the Dark Elves' nation.

One day, the seal suddenly loosened, and swarms of Baroques were about to fly away from the ancient tombs to take revenge on the dark elves.

Jiawen, Bach's descendant, single-handedly held back the fleeing groups of Barok, and finally died together with one Barok, in exchange for the aid of the Dark Elf army and the sealing again.

"The seventh hero? Hahahaha!"

Jiawen was stunned for a moment, then he sat down and patted his knees and laughed. After a long while, he stroked his wounds and said, "I am so ashamed. How can I be qualified to be named a hero, alongside people like Lord Rommel?"

"Lord Jarvan! I'm sorry, what I just said...how did you maintain your sanity? I have seen many corpse thieves..."

Guyu was at a loss for a while, his face turned red and embarrassed.

The Seven Heroes are the glory of the Dark Elves. They are not mixed with any personal, political, or positional factors. They are purely dedicated to the Dark Elves. Even a bloody death dance will not disrespect the name of the hero.

"There is indeed a crazy desire to kill in my mind, prompting me to pick up a knife and kill you."

He pointed at his head and then sneered: "It seems that the power that resurrected me is very evil, but it is not that easy for the glorious dark elves to destroy my sanity. "

Although they are of different races and different generations, it does not affect Ye Lin and the others' respect for Jiawen, a true hero.

"Okay, kill me. I don't know how long I can hold on. The evil thoughts are getting more and more serious. After my death, I, Jiawen, actually took the title of the seventh hero. If I go crazy and hurt the people, , I might die with my eyes closed."

A satisfied smile appeared on Jiawen's lips. The posthumous honor was originally a ridiculous operation, but he didn't expect that he was resurrected for a short time, which made up for the last regret.