Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Loki's eyes were blood red, and his mind was in a dizzy state, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to let go.

All the efforts he had made - 'quantum computer', 'system function optimization' and 'basic professional skills' were all forgotten by him, and he just wanted to bite off a piece of human trafficker's flesh.

Quaid punched twice more, both of which hit the half-elf's forehead, but the pain had not eased at all, and the half-elf boy seemed not to let go until he died.

Loki suddenly twisted wildly, and his teeth rubbed the flesh tightly. As his body twisted, the flesh of the wrist was torn off bit by bit.

"Ah, you bastard."

Quaid was completely crazy with pain. He punched the half-elf and flew away, but the flesh of his wrist flew away with him.

Loki's mind was in a state of dizziness. He forced himself to crawl to the corner with a little consciousness, picked up the short-arm crossbow that had been tightened before, and at the same time forcibly activated the visual locking face image function.

There was a buzzing sound from the bowstring, and the crossbow arrow was like a fast lightning, shooting directly at Quaid's figure walking towards him.

Quaid's body reacted instinctively, raising his injured arm to block the vital parts of his face.

A sharp crossbow arrow was immediately shot at his raised palm, and the gleaming arrowhead almost hit his eyes.

There was a bone-chilling pain in his arm, and Quaid couldn't help but roar. A piece of flesh had been bitten off from his wrist, and blood was flowing. Now, even his palm was pierced by a crossbow arrow.

Loki was a little unwilling. He could see that Quaid could only use one arm, but he did not suffer too serious fatal injuries.

"Run, Loki, you all run, take Hazel with you." It was Linn's voice.

It turned out that at this moment, the lame Linn, who had fainted at first, suddenly woke up. Regardless of the danger, he rushed over and hugged the fierce-looking Quaid's thigh.

Loki gritted his teeth and sat on the ground as if he hadn't heard anything. His gray eyes were so cold that they suddenly lost focus.

In the deep consciousness space, he held the starlight in his hand, and all the remaining spiritual will was concentrated here, and the information beam was materialized.

As if coming from his own memory, he felt the memory of the brothers 'Billy' and 'Jamie' - these brothers were superb in martial arts and defeated countless villains on the way to save people.

Part of the information bundle quickly derived a memory and became the memory of his instinctive limbs.

Loki felt as if this action had become instinctive. From the lower limbs to the waist, they worked together to exert force, and then the upper body violently used the power of the whole body rotation. The movements were standard and he threw out a perfect roundhouse kick. What was even more surprising was that every move Enemies hit in the head and upper body by the roundhouse kick will be knocked to the ground.

Volley roundhouse kick (definitely knocks down) --- comes from Double Dragon.

Loki suddenly withdrew from deep consciousness. After his brain absorbed this ray of information, he immediately felt a sharp pain like a crack.

However, there was no time, so he struggled to stand up immediately regardless of the pain.

Although he spent less than a moment in the deep consciousness space, Linn's situation was not good. His legs were being grabbed by the traffickers. Quaid slammed the beggar's entire body against the wall. With just one click, Linn completely lost consciousness. If it happened again, his skull and neck might be smashed by the strong wall.

At this time, Quaid's thigh suddenly wrapped around a small figure, hugging him tightly and trying to shake him.

Loki was extremely anxious. He saw that it was Hazel, the youngest girl who was only four years old.

Quaid shook his legs twice indifferently. How strong can a four-year-old beggar be?Sure enough, Hazel was immediately knocked to the ground, and then kicked away. The four-year-old girl flew several meters away, and then lay motionless on the ground.

"Ho! Die!"

Loki's eyes instantly turned red, his voice became hoarse as he roared, and he rushed forward regardless of his physical strength.

"Damn you! Die, Quaid."

The half-elf boy suddenly threw one of the tactical claw knives. The black light flashed and the short blade flew towards the vital part of Quaid's chest.

Quaid was unable to dodge, but the short blade that flew out did not hurt his vitals. It only stabbed his shoulder. The blade of the claw blade was too short and caused only flesh damage.

Quaid, who had a sinister smile on his face, didn't care. He planned to use his body strength and other advantages to fight at close range. He grabbed the half-elf boy's shoulder with a sure chance of victory.

Loki's eyes were red. This time, he no longer chose to dodge head-on. Instead, he slightly let Quaid's arm pass, turned around violently, and jumped slightly into the air.

A standard and perfect volley roundhouse kick slammed into Quaid's shoulder.

The power of this roundhouse kick is not huge, and the half-elf boy's thighs may not even be as thick as Quaid's arms.

But what is unimaginable is that Quaid, who was kicked, staggered suddenly, fell backwards and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Before he could hold up his arm and start to move, a figure passed by Quaid. The sharp claw knife in Loki's hand cut off his supporting arm without mercy, and the tendons, flesh, and blood vessels of his hand were directly torn open.

With a panicked roar, both of Quaid's arms were seriously injured. He was finally a little scared and tried to stand up and escape from behind.

Of course Loki would not let him succeed. He also pulled out the claw knife on Quaid's shoulder with his left hand. The half-elf boy held the blades in both hands and rolled low to the ground. When he got up, the ligament behind the knee of Quaid's leg was It was immediately cut off by the tactical claw knife.

Quaid's body, which he was about to stand up, immediately became unable to support him, and he was caught off guard and half-knelt on the ground. At this time, his hands and one leg were already disabled, and he had no power to fight back.

"You're finished, Quaid." The half-elf boy growled. He would never let this human trafficker go.

The tactical claw knives in his hands turned into a mass of light and shadow, and his intermediate dagger proficiency was displayed to a super level, and the reverse blades continued to cut into the human trafficker's flesh.

"Ah! No, half-elf bastard, how dare you?"

Quaid let out a wail of fear. He finally tasted the feeling of being abused as a beggar, even worse than the beggar who died in his hands.

Loki held the tactical claw knives in both hands and performed extremely well. His movements were as fast as light and shadow, and his two arms were so tired that they could no longer feel anything.

But the anger and coldness in his heart supported the person in front of him, Ling Chi.

As time passed, a large pool of bright red blood gathered on the ground, and Quaid's wailing gradually became weaker.

The surrounding sounds gradually became quiet, but the sounds of skin being cut and muscles being torn apart have not stopped yet.

The trafficker's body was like a mess of blood, like an animal that had been skinned and about to be quartered in a slaughterhouse.

Quaid was still breathing a little. How could Loki let him die so easily? He deliberately avoided some arteries and vital parts of the opponent's body. Didn't he see that the trafficker's head was also intact?

"Ha, do you want to die? No, you won't die so easily, Quaid."

The half-elf boy laughed crazily. He finally stopped moving, but his small face had a lingering ferocity.

Then he moved quickly, walked directly to the hole where food was usually hidden, and took out a linen bag.

After opening it, there was indeed a small pile of white coarse salt. He walked to the group of almost skinned human traffickers on the ground and sprinkled a piece of coarse salt evenly on it.

'Ah, ah! 'A huge, painful, almost inhuman wail suddenly sounded.

Quaid's dying body suddenly twisted wildly.

I wonder if the human trafficker Quaid would repent before he died and repent for what he had done to those children who died in vain.

However, Loki didn't care about this. He just wanted to make Quaid die more painfully, for the sake of the beggars and for himself.

In less than a while, Quaid's painful and crazy twitching gradually stopped, and his wailing became weaker and weaker. The trafficker was completely dead, and his final death was extremely painful and miserable.

Ned had regained consciousness, and he also checked Hazel's injuries.

Fortunately, Quaid only paid attention to Loki at that time. The four-year-old girl was just kicked unconscious. After waking up, he checked and found that she was not seriously injured.

Hazel's smaller body was hiding behind Ned. Although she had been sensible for a long time, she still felt a little scared when she looked at the half-elf boy not far away and the terrifying flesh-and-blood figure on the ground.

"Quaid is dead, Quaid is dead, it's a great death."

Lame Linn was seriously injured just now. His body fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, but he murmured happily.

The red-haired Ned looked a little complicated and said, "Loki, what should we do?"

"leave here."

The half-elf boy put the two claw knives back into the scabbards on his waist. While recovering his strength, he retrieved the short-arm crossbow that he had just thrown to the ground, and said in a low and powerful voice.

"We need to leave the shabby house and leave Fog Castle City."

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