When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

"Hunting slaves?" Hong Ming raised his brows, his hesitation was beyond words.

"That's right, in the eyes of the dark elves, most races can be driven as slaves. They will regularly raid the tribes around the city, capture those humanoid creatures to serve themselves, and sometimes use slaves as commodities in exchange for what they need The dark elves are very capable of cooperating with each other, and they are good at hunting slaves."

These words were not warm, but through the blood contract, Hong Ming could feel that Saen's mood was changing. The warm intimacy just now slowly returned to a blank space, just like when he just entered the ground, cold and impenetrable. Bo, vigilance repels everything.Hong Ming's heart tightened, his fingers couldn't help but twitched slightly, brushing the corner of Saen's robe.Although he hated such shameful acts of robbing other people's freedom, Sarn must have faced more than that.

Just as he was about to say something more, Sarn had already pulled up his hood, "The Dark Elf's sentry is very strict, you stay here first, and I'll go investigate the situation."

After speaking, he disappeared into the tunnel like a puff of smoke, his heartbeat, footsteps, and breathing were all gone.Hong Ming clenched his palms tightly, but there was nothing he could do.For the underground creatures, his movements are really too eye-catching, if he acts recklessly, it will definitely bring trouble.Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he held the Tai'an Immortal Sword, held his breath, and waited for Saen's news.

Passing through the dark tunnel, Sarn only felt that the darkness had wrapped himself up again, like a part of this dark region, cold and dead.Returning to the underground world was one of the most painful choices he had made in his life. It was expected that the magic weapon would fall near the city of Samarien, encounter dark elves, and even conflict with them, but he did not expect Arriving at the meeting so early, I didn't expect that I would still be touched by it uncontrollably.Even if he escaped from his family and the Underdark, he is still a dark elf, a plaything in the hands of the Spider Queen.When the priest's chant rang in his ears, anger and despair would still fill his heart, like an endless curse.

Climbing lightly to the rock wall outside the tunnel, Sarn observed the situation below with a detached calmness.This is a typical dark elf hunting team, with 15 warriors rushing forward, 2 mages supporting with magic in the rear, and 1 female priest chanting continuously, swaying the divine power of the spider queen in the formation.Opposite them is a subterranean gnome prospecting team of about 30 people. Since the task this time is to hunt rather than eradicate, the gnomes can barely resist, but more and more team members are attacked by spells and flying monsters. The blade was knocked down, and he could no longer get up from the ground.The situation is almost one-sided. If there is no accident, the battle will end soon.

It stands to reason that Sarn shouldn't have too much emotion for such behavior. In his long life, he has experienced the same hunting operations many times, although he mostly avoided confronting the enemy head-on, choosing to seek information and guard A position, but these are not unfamiliar to him.However, encountering such a scene again today made him involuntarily clasp the rock under his hands.He seemed to be influenced by that alien, and the screams and roars of the subterranean dwarves came to his ears, like low-pitched thunder, which made him want to rush into the enemy's line and save those innocent lives.In the ten years of traveling in the Underdark, subterranean gnomes are the most humanoid creatures he has seen. Most of them just carry shovels to dig for the mines they are interested in. They are cheerful, stubborn, and innocently enthusiastic, but they are absolutely harmless.They had accompanied him through a long and difficult period.In the eyes of those excited drow, they are just slaves who are good at mining and carving.

In the end, Sarn gritted his teeth and said to Hong Ming, "It's a hunting team, a total of 18 people, 2 mages, 1 priest, and the rest are fighters. They are attacking the subterranean gnomes, and the battle is about to end." gone."

"what can we do?"

Hong Ming came back via sound transmission without hesitation, as firm and straightforward as ever.Yes, of course he is.The ice somewhere in his heart seemed to loosen, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of Sarn's mouth. "Of course it is to kill them and save those subterranean gnomes."

Hong Ming didn't answer right away, after a while, "They are all dark elves, do you..."

"Oh, I'm great." The battle formation was moving in the direction of Sarn, and he was finally able to clearly see the clothes and family emblems of the group of dark elves, not to mention an extremely familiar face.

It is near the edge of Giant Rock City, and it is considered the territory of the subterranean gnomes. It is still a long way from the city of Bramodia. What prompted the second son of the fourth family to come to hunt, or was it aimed at these inferior slaves? The subterranean gnome... However, these are not the main point. The important point is that now that fate has brought him in front of me, there is no reason not to wave a knife and fork.Revenge is always a cool treat, isn't it?

Sensing a trace of hesitation in Hong Ming's heart, Sarn said softly, "Don't worry, these drows are from my hometown, and they are the culprits who destroyed my fifth family. No pair of hands is innocent. It's so interesting. The opportunity is in front of you, how can you miss it."

Hong Ming's heart was shocked, how bloody and bloody the hatred of extermination is, but what came from the bottom of Saen's heart was not anger and hatred, but like... relief.At this moment, without any hesitation, Hong Ming lifted the cloth wrapping the long sword and drew out the blade, "What do you want me to do?"

"Follow my instructions and use your blinding white spell to kill the priest... the drow woman, and then kill the two robed mages. I'll do the rest."

If it was a woman of other races, Hong Ming would have to hesitate a bit if he couldn't tell, but in Sarn's mouth, there was no need to repeat the horror of drow women.Knowing his responsibilities, Hong Ming walked quietly to the exit of the tunnel. In the cave outside, the flash of magic and the fluorescence of the ore intersected, and it was easy to see the group of dark elves holding sharp knives and staffs. At the very end, a drow woman in disheveled cruelty summoned a monster, tearing apart the injured dwarf in front of her.Hong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and gritted his teeth. He will do what he should do.

After the sound transmission ended, Sarn quietly drifted away from the rock wall and dived into the battle formation.At this time, victory is in sight, and the expressions of the drow warriors are no longer serious, but with a touch of bloodthirsty frenzy. The screams of the captives filled this group of cruel creatures who regard killing as entertainment with excitement. Blades and spells More and more unscrupulous swaying.It doesn't take too long to enter such a drow position.The moment before stepping into the battlefield, Sarn took off the night cloak, revealing his silver hair, which was indistinguishable from other drow.He rushed into the formation.

The first dark elf warrior in contact, his blade had just chopped down a miner holding a shovel, only to feel a companion's figure flashing past him.Another guy vying for credit... He turned his head with a smirk, and wanted to find his next target, but unexpectedly a cold dagger was thrust into the back of his heart.This is impossible! !Today they are all fighters of the fourth family, there is no reason to attack behind the scenes... But he has no chance to find out the result.The bright red eyes lost their spirit in an instant, and he fell to the ground.

Sarn didn't stop, and continued to move forward, killing the second target.Hiding in such a chaotic battle, assassination is not difficult for him.But when a fourth warrior fell at his feet, the priestess in the distance let out an angry howl.

"Stupid men! There is a defecting drow among you!!!" The snake head whip neighed at her waist, and the spider queen's anger suggested the existence of blasphemy, and she began to chant spells. It was the first time in her life, how dare this stupid man offend the goddess so much?Even the spider elves are not enough to punish his sins, she wants to take the cruelest revenge on him, and then hand him over to the goddess to enjoy eternal torture! !

"Now!" A voice suddenly fell into Hong Ming's heart, and with a wave of the long sword, Tai Ah shot at the drow woman with a golden light. Call.With hardly any hindrance, the blade pierced through Drow's chest, severing the curse in his throat.The sword light didn't stop there, and rushed straight to the two mages in an instant, killing all directions.

Because he closed his eyes in advance, San escaped the moment when the sword light erupted, and with his back to the still dazzling flash, he quickly harvested the panicked drow warriors with his dagger, and his life quickly accumulated in his hands, but The best is always last...

When the Third Sister roared out, Binhert sensed that something was wrong. The defected drows were the craziest existences in this underground world, and the Underdark often tortured them to the point of losing their minds and becoming violent.It is not their style to sneak up and kill the enemy so delicately.However, before there was a quick reaction, a blinding white light enveloped the entire cave.Binhert only felt a buzzing sound in his head, a sharp pain in his eyes, white and black light spots flickered in his retina, and he could no longer see anything.But now is definitely not the time to panic, he flashed to the side of the rock wall based on his impression, and fumbled for the dimensional bag on his waist in a panic, trying to take out the escape scroll.This kind of magical flash is definitely not something that a defecting drow can do. If there are mages to help out, their current situation is too dangerous.The voice of the third sister has disappeared, and the roar of the spells of the mages has also disappeared. The time he can get is running out.

However, when his fingers finally touched the scroll, a soft voice rang in his ears.

"Long time no see, Prince Binhett..." The voice was elegant and deep, like a real greeting, and a cold blade kissed his neck.

Bingholt stopped, and countless thoughts ran wildly in his mind. He felt that he seemed to have heard this voice before. Who is this? !But the owner of that voice didn't give him any chance, the blade cut deeply into the throat cavity, bringing out a pool of warm blood.

"Greetings for my sister, Amaryllis of House Thorin."

Binhett clenched his throat tightly, spitting out a layer of blood foam...The fifth family, Amaryllis...The lover who died on his bed 20 years ago was also the beginning of the destruction of the Thorin family , of course he will not forget.This voice... The last sliver of consciousness was interrupted by the darkness, and he fell to the hard ground and returned to the embrace of the Spider Queen.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Sarn swung his dagger lightly, shaking off the blood on it.It was over... all the entanglements of his long life.That weird second daughter might never have lied to him, but she did, and if a drow woman could choose to be a mage, what could stop him from choosing?Amaryllis had given him his last hope in the cruel world of drow, and that hope was what had saved him.That arrogant, cold, extremely intelligent but almost crazy woman, the woman who made him extremely vigilant and troubled by the mage profession, that...unique drow woman...

"I'll give him back to you, sister. You really loved him once, didn't you?"

Raising his head, Sarn looked into the distance. There was no longer any dark elf on the battlefield. The smell of blood permeated the cave, as well as the stench caused by divine magic.In the midst of all this confusion, he saw the man walking towards him with a scrupulous seriousness and a clear sincerity.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Saen's absent-minded expression, and the dead body lying at his feet with its throat cut, Hong Ming had a little understanding in his heart.

The corners of Sarn's mouth could not be restrained upward, and a burst of moist heat surged deep in his eye sockets.

"Of course. I'm great."

I'm not like her because I've found something I can trust and cling to with all my heart.