When the job was robbed...

Qiao Ting's speed is very fast, very fast, he used all the strength of breastfeeding.

For the first time, he resented that he was a law school, and did not practice endurance well. Thinking about it carefully, what was he doing when Rika asked him to practice endurance?

Oh, he is looking at the illustrated book of plants.

damn it!Qiao Ting could feel the flashing killing intent behind him, he raised his left hand, and threw the sleeve crossbow back without even looking at it. Ting's tooth hurt even more.

The cliff was not hit.

During the fast running, Qiao Ting had passed the dead body he found before, and kicked the dead body fiercely at the moment he passed, the body was kicked backwards by him, hoping that the dark elves would have some kindred love, and at least stay for a few minutes ...

At the same time, he speeded up and ran towards the previous road. Although the road ahead was a dead end, if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a deep hole...

Tsk!Now that I think about it carefully, that deep hole is probably the hole where the dead body climbed up. Could it be that the pothole is the exit from the underground world to the surface?

Why is there an exit here?

Qiao Ting took a deep breath, his fingers trembled slightly, and the green light flashed away. He silently calculated the position of the deep pit before, and then staggered suddenly, pretending to be tripped by a stone while running fast, dangerously crooked. He tilted his body, and at the moment of tilting, thin runes flashed between his fingers, and a primary formation that shortened the distance was engraved on the ground.

If the distance from the deep pit to the place where Qiao Ting fell was about three meters, then after the cover of this elementary formation, the distance was only 1.5 meters. The moment Qiao Ting fell, he felt a gust of cool wind blowing behind him, In the next second, the golden hair on the side of the cheek fell down, and a sweet aroma flashed from the tip of the nose.

Fortunately... I took the detoxification pill.

Qiao Ting jumped up again without hesitation. The moment he flew into the air, the black figure behind him rushed to his side silently, and the machete drew an elegant arc. Stuck on the stone wall next to him, he used his body to turn up, the blade flashed from his jaw, and at the same time, his left hand continued to swing the crossbow arrow, the black shadow flashed lightly, his toes pointing to the ground, ready to borrow strength...

Low oil~ It's down! ! !

Qiao Ting was overjoyed, turned sideways suddenly, and the long knife that had been hidden all this time suddenly slashed down, and when he intersected with the opponent's weapon, he suddenly let go!

Heiying's body stopped abruptly, the original thought of borrowing strength failed, his waist was exhausted, and his body began to fall unstoppably!

Qiao Ting's body flew out of the pothole and just landed on the edge of the pothole. At the same time, a slender and powerful hand tightly grasped the edge of the stone wall.

The next second, Qiao Ting took out the dagger reflexively, and inserted it obliquely!

——If it really goes down, just nailing the opponent to the stone wall, and then the black skin uses its strength to come up again, then he will cry.

The sharp dagger was inserted into the palm of the hand along the fingers. The opponent trembled and let out a low muffled sound. Finally, his body fell down. Qiao Mao, who had been hiding aside before, immediately kicked a few stones with his hind legs and rolled over without a trace. Push into the deep pit without hesitation...

After a long time, I heard a shallow echo. Qiao Ting panted heavily, grabbed Qiao Mao, turned and ran.

The dark elves who have lived underground for a long time must be very good at climbing in the dark potholes. If they stay here again, maybe the black skin will climb up again in 10 minutes!

Qiao Ting was heartbroken while running, this time it was a big loss!

A dwarf's refined long knife, many crossbow bolts, a pocket dagger, and his brilliant golden hair...

Alas, change hair color quickly after going out!

Dressed in rough clothes, Qiao Ting rushed out along the mine pit. From time to time, there were one or two corpses of miners in the dark and long mine tunnel. Killing intent.

Faster... Faster... Faster...

The wind in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and Qiao Ting's heart was gradually jumping for joy. When he finally rushed out of the mine, he found that there was a large open-pit mining area in front of him. When he looked up, he could see the moon above his head. Qiao Ting was surprised to find that he was standing at the top of the mine at the moment.

... how to get down? !

Qiao Ting took a deep breath, wrapped himself tightly in the gray cloak, and flashed his figure, aimed at the nearest foothold, and leaped obliquely.

The elf's sense of balance is very good, even though Qiao Ting's bow and arrow skills are not very good, but because he has been fighting with Rika all the year round, he can still move around in the forest and change directions to avoid attacks.

Accurately find the next foothold during high-speed speeding, change the body shape in advance, moderately cushion the ankles, and reduce the pressure on the knees with force at the waist... Qiao Ting is like a seagull in a storm, sharp and fast.

In a direction he didn't know, a black figure sneaked out from the ground.

Feiwen stood quietly at the foot of the mine, he raised his head, staring at the gray shadow, his blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent.

He coughed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, a bloodstain on his face crossed the long eyebrow on the left, wiped the corner of his eye on his chin, at this moment, a thin line of blood slowly flowed down his cheek, and Fei Wen couldn't help licking the corner of his lip. Blood, showing a bloodthirsty smile.

Looking at the swift figure, the dark elf gave a rare admiration, "It's really beautiful."

——I just don’t know if the golden color is more radiant when I am on the verge of death?

What Qiaoting didn't know was that the dead dark elf did open the underground exit in the mine vein, but the cunning and treachery rooted deep in the dark elf's blood vessels left the dark elf with two escape routes when digging the tunnel. These two roads are only about ten meters away from the surface, and they can reach the surface after digging for 3 minutes despite the risk of being buried.

After Feiwen was knocked down to the bottom of the pit, the falling dwarf refined long knife left him with a bloodstain on his left eyebrow, and his palm was dripping with blood, deeply embedded in the bones of his hand. Even Feiwen didn't dare to take it out for a while. .

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the methods of the dark elves, so it took only a short time to find an alternate passage.

It is not shameful to be beaten by a white elf. Dark elves and surface elves are sworn enemies. There are also powerful arrow saints and magic saints among the white elves, but this white elf... what is his occupation?

Archer?I only saw this guy use a crossbow; warrior?The long knife is dropped; the magician?I haven't seen him use magic...

Of course, occupation is not important, what is important is that there is poison on this dagger!

This is so... so much fun!

Judging by the hair color, this white elf is very likely to be the darling of the light, the Dawn elf. A Dawn elf can make the most appropriate response in the shortest time after encountering a dark elf, and the counterattack is so sharp and vicious...

Thinking of this, Feiwen's mouth slowly curled up, and her smile became brighter.

He wanted to continue chasing, but his body reacted slowly. The Dawn Elf should not have applied a poisonous poison on the dagger, but a drug that can paralyze the nerves. Although he is resistant to many toxins, this kind of dagger is not fatal. The purpose of poison is rarely encountered.

Carefully look at the stainless steel long knife in his hand, there are two wonderful patterns engraved on the end of the handle of the long knife.

Feiwen touched it, but didn't recognize it.

But it doesn't matter, he has already remembered the smell of the dawn elf, and next time... he must cut off his neck with his own hands.

Qiao Ting finally jumped to the bottom of the mountain. As soon as he reached the bottom of the mountain, his feet softened and he sat on the ground.

Qiao Mao squeaked in a low voice, reminding him that it was not time to rest yet.

Qiao Ting said wearily, "Ah, I know."

He was exhausted, and the result of his high concentration was that he seemed to be lying down and sleeping now, but when he thought of the black skin behind his butt...

In an instant, Qiao Ting was full of strength again ==

One person is absolutely unable to defeat that dark elf, but if you add humans...

Qiao Ting made up his mind, and he ran towards the town.

It's just that the closer he got to the town, he had a bad feeling. The moment he stepped into the town, his expression changed.

In Qiao Ting's view, it is a disaster for the residents of the town to resist the small elemental storm, which is relatively difficult but can be sustained.

The houses in the small town were swept away by the storm, leaving only broken bricks and broken tiles, and the surroundings were silent, with no trace of life.

Qiao Ting ran wildly, and he rushed to the hotel where he stayed before. Although the hope was slim, they passed together for several months after all, and he was the first partner he met after leaving the endless forest...

The plaque of the hotel was crumbling, Qiao Ting stood in front of the ruins blankly, his mind was blank.

"Squeak!!" There are still people! !

Qiao Mao deftly landed somewhere in the ruins, screaming loudly, Qiao Ting rushed up with a shock, and gently pushed aside the brick wall with his hands and feet, revealing the people who were crushed underground.

Turning over, Qiao Ting was taken aback, "Hanster? Hanster!!"

There was no long red hair on Hanster's bald head, and it was also abnormally blood red at the moment. The blood flowed freely. He was holding a boy who was only 14 years old in his arms. Qiao Ting knew this boy. He was from the regiment. The youngest reserve, usually loves to laugh, and also likes to play with Qiao Mao. He is a sunny and optimistic boy.

Hanston's eyeballs moved, and he barely recognized Qiao Ting, and he showed a weak smile, "To Christine..."

"Christine?" Qiao Ting took out the healing medicine from the ring, trying to save Hanste's life.

"My...wife." His hand was pressed under the boulder, he moved slightly, and the blood flowed like a river, "The ring..."

Qiao Ting was sad in his heart, and he nodded solemnly, "I promise you, I will bring the ring to your wife."

Hanste tried to curl his lips, but his eyes gradually dimmed. He tried his best, "He..."

Qiao Ting closed his eyes, "I will try my best to save him!"

Hanste smiled gratifiedly, and his breath finally disappeared.

Qiao Ting was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "If you can't save her life... I will help you get it back."

——The young man died a long time ago, but being embraced by the rolling blood and warm chest, his heart didn't turn cold.