high castle elves

There were originally roads in the lower town of Schendarion, but after so many people died, there were no roads.

Looking back at the "road" I came from, I found that the street had been filled with the corpses of various creatures. In the middle of the corpses, there was a winding and intermittent path, purple, red, green, and various kinds of creatures. Blood surged inside.

There was something about him, but more about other "people". In the air, a strong smell of rust and fishy smell spread to the tip of Alamir's nose, lingering.

Alamir had no time to review his mistake in naming the circus, and he did not know that because of his appearance, a certain holy executioner found an "opportunity" to launch a conspiracy that he had been planning for many years, and launched the family in the city's plan in advance. The "elimination" of a family.

In one sentence, the entire lower town of Schendarian was reduced to a mess.

Although he did not have the second battalion commander to bring him Italian artillery, he spent his time in "a hail of bullets."

God knows how insidious and difficult to deal with the dastardly drow and creatures of the Underdark.

Poison arrows, iron caltrops, vicious magic, blow darts, poison needles, bone animal traps, anyway, all the insidious "small objects", Alamire has just now fully realized the terrifying and dense "small objects" of underground creatures. In "A Rain of Bullets", Alamir spent most of his experience trying to dodge.

This is just the beginning, where are the "people"? ?

The poisonous mead was only a mile or so away from the central city, and Alamir spent a hard day "traveling" there.

The bone mallet of the caveman, the ax of the blind stone barbarian, the mace and flail of the bugbear, the scimitar and snakehead whip of the drow, the dagger of the evil gnome, and the staff that suddenly turned into a sword, and It was wielding a creature that was as heavy as a wrought copper rod, and it was unknown whether it was a berserker or a mage.

Fortunately, although Alamir is considered their "target", by the end of the killing, they themselves have been reduced to a pot of porridge. Many times, they only need him to "make fire" a little, or the people who are against him to show a slight flaw and hide in it. In the darkness, the sharp blades and magic coming from nowhere will ruthlessly fall on him and his opponents.

As soon as he appeared in the back alley of the poisonous mead, three hidden poisonous needles were shot at him in a Z-shaped pattern. Immediately afterwards, a poisonous arrow flew past the tip of his nose, sealing it. As he jumped up to retreat, Alamir, who had just sideways dodged the poisonous needle, turned around, and another dagger was stabbed into his waist...

The killings underground are usually efficient and silent, and they use any means. In an instant, before he even saw the "person", he was baptized by a wave of vicious long-range weapons and magic.

Seeing this person who instantly chose to roll over on the ground, the "person" in the dark smiled, revealing a mouth full of fangs. The bone-tempered scimitar in his hand had a blue arc, and a series of consecutive slashes were like It slashes at the "prey" that has not yet stood firm like a storm.

The one who made the first move was a Kuo Tao fishman! !

Although the murloc city has been destroyed, there are still many evil and bloodthirsty kuo-tao murlocs living in the lower city. Their thick hind limbs and bodies provide them with powerful explosive power and fast speed. Their blue-purple skin upper The thick mucus and tough skin provided them with the best defense. A normal weapon would only make a shallow mark when struck, which seemed so insignificant under the strong healing ability of the murlocs.

What’s even more frightening is that, as “aboriginals”, no creature can be said to be more familiar with the deep, dark, intricate waterways below than the Kuo-Toa. They usually appear at the exits of various sewers, bringing trouble to some unlucky creatures. The stench and death turned them into their own food.

And even if they are defeated, they only need to jump into any water surface, and they will immediately attack and kill the opponent at the next inadvertent place.

In the Underdark, if you cannot stand firmly, your death can already be declared, because whether it is magic from above or attacks from below, you will have no way to escape.

The fishman who had inhaled some medicinal powder now had his mouth wide open and smelly saliva flowing out. The bone knife in his hand drew arcs of death.

Then, what its poor brain capacity doesn't know is that there is another skill school in the world called Xiawumen, and the most representative one is called lying on the ground.

Alamir, who seemed to be unsteady on the ground and rolled around to dodge, was as nimble as a snake and as quick as a civet cat. He seemed to be dodging the crossbows and magic shot from above in embarrassment, but in fact there was nothing wrong with him.

The bloody storm caused by the fish-man bone knife soon came to an abrupt end.

There is a fishy wind, but the bloody rain is definitely that of the fishman.

Until the time of death, the fishman still didn't understand why the opponent's sword only touched its body lightly, and he immediately lost consciousness. The mouth full of fangs still maintained the vicious smile, seeming to laugh at the killing. itself.

Poof - with the death of the fish-man, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and the attacks stopped for a moment. The next second, as if receiving some signal, countless attacks rushed towards Alamir.

In the narrow alley, Alamir's ground-lying miraculous skill - the snake-walking rivet was improved again. The combination of the one-hit golden finger and the miraculous skill of the Nine Yin Scriptures produced a frightening effect.

Instant Death Attack—Someone frightenedly recognized an extremely terrifying advanced skill, which made a certain "audience" above them even more excited. They called him a genius for killing, and all they saw was what he looked like back then.

But soon, under the medicine powder and certain "orders", they attacked Alamir like crazy.

No one flinches, and no one is afraid of death, because underground creatures have understood a truth since they were young: people who are afraid of death are often the first to die.

When Alamir, who was stained with a lot of blood and had a messy white hair, "walked" out of the alley, he looked at the darkness on the street, full of blood-red, blue, and deep purple pupils, and began to look towards him. As he walked back and forth, the 360-degree view of the dragon made him sigh slightly.

Then kill him......

The next moment, a thick darkness enveloped him, and purple demonic fire ignited on his body.This was Drow's innate spell. The sudden darkness in front of him made him lose his bearings, and the demonic fire "marked" on his body immediately made him a target of public criticism.

Bang - there was a sharp pain in his waist, and the sparks illuminated the face of a Drow who was close at hand, and disappeared in a flash.The protective power of his invisible armor was astonishing. Obviously, this drow did not expect that his powerful and heavy sneak attack would not be successful.However, as a drow who was born to kill, he did not panic. Instead, he quickly ran away with great patience, looking for the next opportunity to take action.

However, in the darkness, another drow's opportunity came. Alamir, who was not used to the darkness, was unable to dodge. The back of his hand was scratched by the poisoned blade, and the entire right hand holding the sword was immediately paralyzed.

The sneaker learned the lesson of the previous one and cut his scimitar straight towards Alamire's throat.

Fortunately, Alamir had another hand. His hand seemed to be covered with gold threads. His wrist twisted strangely, and his five fingers grasped together, and he firmly pressed the top of a certain drow's head.

Poof - like a finger inserted into tofu, the other drow had five bloody holes on his head, and his body fell down with a pop, no longer breathing.

"It is because of the amazing martial arts skills that the Black Moon Monks sent out elite seeds this time?" In the darkness above his head, Les smiled evilly.

So, in the darkness, countless swords and weapons came at him, and Alamir had to dodge left and right in a hurry, secretly using his skills to force out the poison.

Drow are vicious and smart. Soon, the hunters discovered that the prey could not use the drow's natural dark arts and demon fire spells at all, and was not good at fighting in the dark. So, one dark spell after another It shrouded half a block, and the "people" inside were killed in a mass.

This was also the most difficult battle for Alamere, because at this time his perception was still weaker than that of creatures that had lived underground for a long time. Hidden weapons and swords were everywhere and they came from unknown angles. He could only concentrate with all his strength. Mentally, he barely managed to dodge by relying on the sound of the weapon's breaking wind. Soon, his "qi" was consumed in large quantities, and his body began to be injured. He was gasping for air, and blood gushed out from all parts of his body.

If it weren't for the amazing protective power of the Fairy Secret Armor, Alamir would have died several times.

Wait, wind? ?

Alamir suddenly remembered an unforgettable experience before, so he slowly closed his eyes and felt the rhythm and murderous intention in the wind with his heart.

Slowly, Alamir's breathing disappeared, and his whole body completely disappeared into the darkness, dancing gracefully with the flow of air.

Even in the dark, you can't stop the flow of wind. Even if you hold your breath, the air will flow around you.

Soon, the wind sang happily around Alamil, and within ten feet, the air currents on the surfaces of the creatures hidden in the darkness clearly outlined their shapes and orientations in Alamil's mind.

Fairy Secret Sword·Wind Poem! !

Alamir used the sword style that was unforgettable in his mind, and his whole body turned into the wind, using the long sword to bring death, and the breeze slowly came——

Give you a death!

Slowly, the sound of weapons clashing in the darkness became smaller and smaller, leaving only the sound of dead bodies falling to the ground one after another. Later, the sound became faster and faster, like a rhythmic drumbeat.

When the magical darkness on the street, which was so thick that it could swallow people's hearts, finally dissipated, there was only one "drow" on the long street with his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face.

Blind fighting, learning! !

The wind rises at the end of Qingping, originates from Taishan Mountain, and dances under the pines and cypresses.

When the darkness dissipated, Alamir moved, like the ubiquitous wind, blowing quickly through the entire block, leaving behind erratic figures and dead bodies scattered all over the ground.

The wind blew hundreds of feet and suddenly stopped.

What stops the wind is not the mountain or the river, but a whip.

A long black whip, the tip of the whip was raised high, making a hissing sound, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

The whip tore through the air, emitting a slight but piercing scream. Alamir narrowly escaped the lash of the whip, but was almost bitten in the throat by the poisonous snake that turned its head, and the bright venom splashed to the ground, making a Stinging sound.

Looking at a female drow standing in the long street and two elite drow warriors beside her, and a group of bugbears armed to the teeth, Alamir knew that his biggest test was coming.

"Male!!" As soon as the female Drow uttered two words, the oncoming sword light blocked the rest of her words.

Bang——The sword and scimitar collided, making a tooth-breaking sound.

Bang - Although he dodged the rapier thrust by another drow, he did not dodge the kick from the other side. Alarmir, who was hit by a kick in the chest, did two somersaults in a row and finally landed firmly on the ground. .

"That's it." The female drow's face was extremely angry, because she didn't understand how a male drow dared to attack a woman so brazenly, as if he didn't fear her at all.

Yes, because the "elf" opposite is just covered in a layer of drow skin. He doesn't even believe Rose, let alone a female drow? ?

Looking at the angry female drow opposite, Alamir said nothing to prevent him from losing his breath. With blood all over his body, he worked hard to move the blood and adjust his breath. Purple bruises emerged from the corners of his mouth, making his face look a little... Twisted and ferocious.

Facing an enemy that he couldn't "kill with one blow" and looking at the heavily armed drow law enforcement team, Alamir felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

This is probably my first life-and-death moment today! !

But fortunately, no intermediate level has appeared yet. Feeling the aura from the other party, Alamir clenched his sword tightly, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness at the corner of the street!

Immediately afterwards, two scimitars criss-crossed like poisonous snakes and slashed from behind!

"You are my prey." A cold snake-like voice sounded in his ears, and a thin sword pierced his throat like a poisonous snake in the dark.

Then, the three "elves" who were fighting suddenly started to bleed from all their orifices.