Emperor of Arcane

Aini, who was leaning against the wall, turned her head to avoid the flying crossbow arrows, and raised her hand to pin the drow soldier who jumped over to the wall.

Ignoring his dying roar and pain, Aini stared in amazement at the reformed warrior who rushed out from the dark corner.

Ordinary drow soldiers are only between 6 meters and 75 meters tall, and their bodies are relatively thin and thin.

They usually hold short swords, soft bows or hand crossbows.

Most of the professions are rogues or assassins, and there are very few drow who become warriors.

The reason is not that they do not have the qualifications to become warriors, but it is not easy for warriors to survive in the city-state of drow elves.

They usually face competition and assassination.

Whether it's a sudden cold arrow or toxins hidden in food and water.

One careless move could kill them!

The warriors performed better on the battlefield, but there was absolutely no drow who sacrificed themselves for others.

Therefore, when they faced the reformed warrior who was nearly 30 centimeters taller than them and wearing heavy armor, they were killed as soon as they made contact.

The reformed warrior holding a long-handled sword just made an ordinary slash.

He could cut the drow soldier's head or even his entire body in two before he could touch him.

The advantages of height, long arms, and powerful weapons are fully demonstrated at this moment.

The drow soldiers, who didn't have much room to dodge, and the reformed warriors who rushed in side by side, only had time to shout before their heads were dismembered.

Occasionally, there are nimble drow elves who try to attack the underside of the reformed warrior.

They completely underestimated the flexibility of the reformed warriors, who could be lifted up with just one kick.

Click!

The chest of the drow soldier who was kicked sank directly, and his cruel and ferocious expression was replaced by endless pain.

His whole body flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking the drow behind him off his feet.

By the time he landed, he was already breathing out more and taking in less air.

The drow at the rear couldn't see the miserable condition of their companions in front, and just wanted to rush in and catch the elves and the spellcaster.

However, they were unprepared and plunged into the cave of death.

Occasionally, drow assassins with excellent combat skills would pass through the sword light of the transformed warriors through surprise attacks and stab them with their swords.

Ding dong!

The jumping sparks illuminated their frightened faces.

The enchanted weapons in their hands did not break the defense of the transformed warriors!

That seemingly inconspicuous armor is actually so strong!

Click!

The sword flashed!

The drow soldiers, who had no choice but to hide and escape, fell without any resistance.

Aini, who was originally high-spirited, suddenly relaxed, looking for threatening targets with concentration, and then drew her bow and shot without hesitation.

Several invisible enemies were killed without any reaction and fell down in a daze.

The four transformed warriors, covered in blood, stood at the entrance of the cave without any scruples, resisting their attacks.

The flying crossbow arrows and poisonous stings were unable to break through their defenses.

Other drow soldiers tried to take a detour from other places.

But this place is a battle location specially chosen by Matthew, and it is also a "safe" area that has been verified by countless players and monsters.

Unless a drow can climb more than 10 meters high and find Matthew directly, there is only one entrance and exit below.

Just three minutes.

More than 50 drow soldiers fell to the swords of the reformed warriors.

Broken corpses were scattered throughout the narrow passage.

The strong smell of blood made the gloomy entrance of the cave even more terrifying.

The transformed warriors who fully demonstrated their strength frightened and frightened the drow soldiers behind them.

They made no more attempts to attack the hole and couldn't help but retreat to both sides of the hole.

The reformed warriors did not pursue, but drank the nutritional potion as quickly as possible, trying to restore their physical strength to its peak.

There were two other transformation warriors who drank the antidote and felt the rapid recovery of their physical condition. They couldn't help shouting:

"Hahaha, come again!"

"They are just a bunch of cowards, are they afraid of death?"

"The drow are nothing more than that, they can't even block my sword!"

"..."

Listening to the loud taunts of the reformed warriors, the faces of the drow soldiers outside the cave became extremely ugly.

At this moment, a cold aura condensed above them.

Densely flashing spikes of ice crystals fell down with a "clatter".

The drow soldiers, who had been holding back their anger, fled in panic.

Matthew, who knew the situation well, was very satisfied with the strength of the reformed warriors and silently waited for the message from Elio.

2 kilometers away.

The wildly roaring jackal warriors blocked the city gate inside and out.

They stared angrily at the figure running out, holding their weapons high and swarming towards him.

He swung his ax to chop down the attacking gnoll, ignoring the blood that spewed out, and ran forward with all his might.

Seeing the heavy shadows of wolves in front of him, Beelzebub's heart was unmoved.

Amidst the howls of wolves, a flash of red light lit up from the direction of the city gate.

The sharp and deadly sword energy, along with the rotating blade storm, slashed into the back of the jackal army.

The surrounding gnolls suffered heavy losses in an instant, and the blood and wailing of their companions made them even more angry.

After all, they were unable to stop Beelzebub who was approached by Elio.

The two of them ran forward, one behind the other, trampling on the jackal corpses all over the ground.

A total of 3,000 Jackal soldiers pursued the two men in the direction in which they fled.

Red eyes, sullen face.

Paris, who saw this scene in his eyes, pulled his cheek in disbelief. It did hurt a little, but he was not dreaming.

Recalling what he had just said, he resisted the idea of ​​shooting arrows to support the two of them, made a few signals to guide them, and then started to return along the original route.

About five minutes later.

After hearing the order from the drow commander, Hajik's face changed slightly with joy, and he was just about to take his drow to support.

The roars of the jackals one after another immediately made him prick up his ears. He turned his head and looked behind him, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Enemy attack!!"

Densely packed jackals howled and swarmed over.

The drow scouts, who lacked the ability to fight head-on, failed to withstand the attack of the gnoll army and fled to both sides.

The pale Hajik looked at them heading straight towards the Jackal camp. His original joy was gone, and he whispered bitterly:

"It's over!"

The fatal failure almost shattered Hajik's spirit.

However, Hajik, who has gone through countless hardships and obstacles to achieve his current status, quickly cheered up.

He quickly gathered up only half of his men and hurriedly chased after him.

Now is not the time to give up!