Chapter 495: Status reversal

Latest website: Andris swears that since becoming a professional, he has never encountered such a difficult enemy in 30 years.
Cruel, fierce, and deadly.
As an original adventurer who was incorporated by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was wretched enough and rogue enough when fighting.
However, compared with the elves in front of him, he felt that he was too knightly...
These screaming long ears rarely fight one-on-one, and seem to be used to group fights.
When Andris was about to rush out of the encirclement, a few elves swarmed him and blocked him back...
He even heard their excited and excited shouts:
"Be careful! He is going to run!"
"Block this little BOSS!"
"Fuck him!"
Andris:...
He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start...
These elves are not only wretched.
They are still strong.
Very strong.
Just a fight, Andris can perceive the opponent's solid combat experience.
Not only are they highly ranked, but they seem to have already experienced countless battles.
Every time Andris makes a shot, it will be properly blocked by the elves...
Fighting them gave Andris the illusion that he was facing the old slick mercenary leaders who had been on the verge of life and death for many years.
However, Andris knew that such a mercenary could only be tempered after years of raging and rolling in a sea of ​​swords and flames. Pick one from a hundred.
But these guys in front of me are not those mercenary bosses...
They are elves!
The elves recognized as the least good at fighting among the wisdom race!
However, it is these elves who have been ridiculed by Andris privately for countless times, but now appear before him in a posture that has never been imagined...
Fierce, cunning, crazy.
Even if he had known from some news channels of the Chamber of Commerce that the elven mercenaries that emerged from the underground war were strong, Andris did not expect the opponent to be so difficult.
However... these elves are not only powerful, but also very cooperative.
They usually form a small group of five people.
And there is always a heavy armor in the group, armed to the teeth so that Andris can't find a place to chop...
This elf may not have strong combat power, but its ability to resist beating is simply terrifying.
When Andris intends to fight desperately, this hard bone will take the initiative to stand up and block all his fatal attacks.
The opponent, at most, sprayed a mouthful of blood, and immediately continued to fight with a lively laughter in the next second.
When Andris just unloaded, and the next force has not yet been raised, the elves around will seize the opportunity to swarm up...
Each of their moves greeted him in the deadliest and most difficult to guard against.
However, the level of these elves is not bad at all.
Moreover, many of their levels are not below Andris at all.
Such a sudden attack of existence is very difficult to prevent before the strength is raised.
Almost every round of attacks, Andris will add new wounds to his body.
This kind of almost completely passive play makes Andris want to vomit blood uncomfortably.
However, there is something more disgusting.
Behind the elves besieging the hunting team, there were also guys wearing priest robes standing.
Whenever an elves were injured, they would chant a spell and cast magic skills to heal them.
The magic in their hands is more powerful than that of the pastor of the Eternal Church, and the effect is almost immediate.
According to Andris's cognition, he would have to recuperate for at least ten and a half days, and he would heal instantly after a glimmer of light.
The terrifying speed of treatment made Andris feel astonished.
Under the circumstances, the elf did not fall, but the orcs and mercenaries who followed Andris were declining...
As the battle continued, Andris felt weaker and weaker, and even the wounds on his body became numb.
"Elves! Do you dare to fight one-on-one?!"
He roared unwillingly.
However, Andris only got the smirk of the elves.
That's right, grinning.
Andris could hardly imagine that the word would appear on the elves.
But looking at their excitement with a little crazy smiley face, and the cheering or regretful sighs whenever half-orcs and mercenaries are killed, the expressions that don’t care about killing and death, All made Andris feel extremely horrified...
He has been on the mainland for more than 30 years and has seen too many people, too many races.
He has seen guys who like to fight, and he has seen cruel guys.
However, among all the wise races he has seen, he has rarely encountered a crazy guy like these elves in front of him.
Some people kill for wealth, and some kill for status.
However, these elves in front of them only had excitement and bloodthirsty in their eyes.
They...for pleasure.
It seems that in their eyes, he is not an enemy, but a toy for happiness.
A similar look, Andris has only seen those fanatical followers of the evil and the color dragon who molested their prey...
At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves would be called evil elves by the inhabitants of the underground world.
But it was too late.
There were fewer and fewer orcs and mercenaries, but more and more elves besieging Andris.
And if there is something about these elves that comforts Andris, maybe it is the five elves who have besieged him from beginning to end...
Although the elves later surrounded him, they didn't make a move.
If they did, I am afraid Andris would have been killed on the spot.
And just when Andris thought this was the elf's last conscience, he heard the other side talking to each other again.
"Why haven't you finished? You are so slow, do you want to help?"
Not finished yet?
Andris was a little surprised.
He subconsciously swept left and right, but was stunned to find that he was the only one who was still fighting when he did not know, and there was no standing human or half-orc behind him.
For a while, Andris felt cold.
And the voices of the elves continued:
"No way, this person is a bit powerful... Don't grab the head! This is ours!"
"Yes, we have been playing for a long time, don't grab experience!"
"Hey, it's been so long for a single silver, Brother Cai."
"This is a monster, okay?!"
Fairies?
Is this talking about me?
Andris couldn't understand the words in the opponent's mouth, but he felt insulted inexplicably.
He wanted to roar and fight again.
However, the excessive blood loss made him have no strength...
After resisting hard for a few times, the long sword in his hand was finally pushed away by the elf warrior in heavy armor with a loud shout, and the next four other elves swarmed up and stabbed him into a hedgehog.
Andrews opened his mouth, only a squirt of black blood, without knowing anything.
At the last second of consciousness, he had only one thought left:
It's a pity that those three haven't sold the elves.
Worth a lot of money...
...
The one-sided battle ended in less than ten minutes.
Players in good condition began to clean the battlefield, while players with more serious injuries received deep healing from priest players and healing-specialized druids again.
Myrell, the black dragon transformed into an elf, sighed while watching the players laugh and scold:
"Every time I watch them fight, I always have the illusion that this is a group of demon-possessed guys... Against this group of guys, it is really a mold for eight lifetimes!"
After speaking, it looked at the red dragon Tiberias and explained:
"By the way,'blood mold for eight lifetimes' is a famous saying in the hometown of the Chosen, which probably means that this person is very unlucky."
Tiberias:...
Seeing the red dragon's somewhat speechless expression, the black dragon who showed off his knowledge of the different world was a little disappointed, but it quickly coughed twice and asked:
"How? Do you feel that you have subverted your own perception? These guys... are not ordinary elves at all. When facing enemies, they are just a group of lawless bastards. They are despicable and shameless, cruel and crazy, and they are simply hard to deal with. When I was in the Fairy Forest, I was very kind to you and connected with the image..."
After listening to Myrell's words, Tiberia's eyes gradually brightened, and her eyes toward the players were full of splendor:
"It is not good?"
"Uh...what?"
Merrill felt like he choked.
"I mean... isn't this great?"
Tiberia repeated it.
After speaking, it looked at the players, and gradually excited:
"Pleasure and submissive internally, cruel and murderous externally...This is simply the perfect servant I have imagined!"
Merrill:...
servant?
You are just a tool dragon that provides scales and saliva to others.
It complained in its heart.
After complaining about it, it seemed to be thinking of something, it suddenly joined the players, and shouted at the same time:
"Some guys who have captured beautiful gems and cute gold pounds can come to Myrell to exchange for shiny scales!"
This cunning bastard!
The red dragon's expression changed, and his eyes lit up, and he quickly shouted:
"It gives it, I give it twice!"
Merrill:...
...
The players cleaned the battlefield happily.
The leader, Xiao Xianmiao, looked at the members of the guild with unfulfilled expressions:
"These half-orcs and human mercenaries are too bad, right? I remember they are not very strong?"
She thought how powerful monsters can be.
It seems... but that's all.
I knew this a long time ago, there is no need to ambush at all, everyone just pushes flatly.
While looking at the equipment everywhere, Cuckoo Bird shook his head:
"It's not that they are weak, but we are stronger."
"Are we stronger?"
Xiao Xian Miao raised her eyebrows.
"However, the mission level of Death Desert is 40. I really thought we were going to get into a fierce battle. As a result, I didn't even have time to release a few fireballs, and they all fell. It was too much fun."
"Come on, thanks you didn't release a few more fireballs, or we would fall."
The optimist laughed aside.
"Get out! Quickly clean up the battlefield!"
Xiao Xianmiao raised his staff and gave his fiercely.
"Ouch!"
The optimist cried out, haha ​​smiled and ran away.
"Hahahaha..."
There was a burst of cheerful laughter from other players around.
Everyone laughed while picking up the equipment dropped by the orcs and mercenaries after their deaths. From time to time, people searched for gold pounds or other gadgets and made surprise sounds, and then ran to Myreel and Tibi. Liya asked for credit in front of him.
At this moment, several players suddenly shouted in excitement:
"President and President! There are three more alive here!"
"Hahahaha! Laughing to death, they fell to the ground and pretended to be dead... Don't you know that the people killed by us will be destroyed?"
"This AI is designed with something that feels like it is showing off my IQ."
"Hahahaha..."
Hearing the voice of the player, Xiao Xianmiao forgot to go and saw two human mercenaries and a half-orc.
The three of them seemed to be frightened, their faces pale and trembling, and their gazes toward the players were full of horror.
"Huh? Live?"
Xiao Xianmiao was a little surprised.
She thought for a while, and walked in front of a few people, and when they saw her coming, they shuddered even more.
Although they were pretending to be dead, they could see clearly.
Of all the elves, this one who looks petite and cute is the scariest...
With a big fireball, she directly burned three mercenaries into coke!
"Jing... Elf! Don't... Don't kill us... Don't kill us... We surrender!"
The mercenary quickly begged for mercy.
After listening to the other party's words, Xiao Xianmiao's heart moved and said:
"Yes, but I want to tell us all the news you know about the death desert, and the half-orc tribe nearby."
The dragon can fly, which is a good investigative method.
Therefore, players have long known that there is a tribe of Orcs nearby.
It's just that I don't know how many people there are, how many strong people, that's why I came up with this idea.
After listening to Xiao Xianmiao's words, the two mercenaries were amnesty. Then, under the glaring gaze of the only half-orc, they confided all the news they knew, including all the experiences in the half-orc tribe...
"A thousand comers, four or five hundred half-orc warriors..."
Xiao Xian Miao thoughtfully.
"It's a small tribe, you can fight, if you attack at night, it feels like you can take it away in one wave."
Hulu, who was listening, said.
"I feel so too."
The optimists agree.
Even the box lunch, which has been silent, nodded secretly.
"Then sneak an attack tonight..."
Xiao Xianmiao finally made a decision.
"Then... these people?"
The optimist looked at the two mercenaries and the orcs, and asked.
"Ahem, I was promoted with only a little experience, can you let me? I can get a little less equipment."
He asked.
Looking at his brilliant smile, white teeth, and the long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, the human mercenaries and half-orcs looked pale.
However, Xiao Xianmiao shook his head.
She looked carefully at the mercenaries and half-orcs, and looked at their much stouter figures and muscles than the elves, her eyes lightened slightly.
Suddenly she threw out a skill [Eye of Faith] that she obtained after studying as a priest, and looked at the faith of several people.
Not surprisingly, they are all red.
Is a Thaksin.
However, it is light red.
"Shallow believer..."
Xiao Xian Miao muttered.
Then, she showed a sweet smile and looked at the three of them.
However, the words spoken are like the devil:
"Giving up your faith, I can consider forgiving you."
And other players were taken aback:
"Puff...Xianmiaoju, do you really want to let them go?"
"This is the enemy."
"Yes! A black iron mercenary has a lot of experience points!"
However ~EbookFREE.me~ Xiao Xianmao shook her head:
"Who said to let them go back?"
"Don't put it back?"
Other players are even stranger.
"If you don't put it back, do you want to take it back?"
"The Fairy Forest does not allow other races to enter, right? This is the enemy..."
"Yeah! Don't reveal the secrets of the goddess... Whoops! Why are you pinching me! It will not be exposed, the keywords will be blocked!"
The players are babbling.
Xiao Xianmiao shook his head:
"Who said they were allowed to enter the Fairy Forest?"
"I just suddenly thought that in the Rivendell Mine in the Dark Canyon, there seems to be a shortage of miners..."