Chapter 1180: Cloth ball

The elf in front of him seemed to be stunned by this sudden change. He was staring, with the same ferocious expression, completely opposite to the elf's usual beauty.
"Say, who sent you here?" I said solemnly again, the killing intent in my chest hitting my reason, and there were countless ‘kills’ in my mind.
My expression at the moment must be more ferocious than before, because the expression of the elf in front of me is more frightened than before.
"..." The elf opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound. Then, he closed his lips tightly, his face showing determination in horror.
"Don't tell me?" I sneered: "Very well, I will let you say it, and I will definitely."
I slowly retracted the Odachi from his neck, and said with a grin: "I suddenly remembered that some things seem to be more interesting than killing you directly."
At this moment, the elf's wrist suddenly raised his wrist, and under the wrist, a delicate and sharp dagger appeared and drew it towards my arm.
I was not surprised by his move. From the moment I removed the Odachi, I was ready to deal with the situation of being killed by him at any time.
A cold light flashed, and the Nakata sword came before the dagger, leaving a deep wound on his arm.
With a cry of pain, the dagger landed, his feet exerted strength, and he wanted to retreat. At this moment, there was another cold light, and the big sword came afterwards, leaving a bone-bearing wound on each of his legs. He moved up, flipped his wrist, and cut his other intact arm.
His limbs were severely wounded, and he couldn't move anymore, and fell to the ground with a splash, constantly struggling and twisting on the ground, like a dying caterpillar.
Take a piece of cloth from his pocket, knead it into a ball, and put it into his mouth while he is crying in pain.
At this moment, I suddenly understood the reasons why the kidnappers had to slap in the mouth of the hostages after they took the hostages. One is to prevent them from biting their tongues and committing suicide, and the other is to stop curses and other foul language.
It is convenient and practical.
Stopping the elf's mouth, I killed the giant ghost face spider not far away that was already at the end of the crossbow.
I don't worry about the elf running away. He can't escape anymore. His limbs are scrapped and his mouth is covered. The whole person is twisted like a caterpillar. Maybe it's not as fast as a caterpillar.
At the same time, I am not worried that he will die. For adventurers, although this kind of trauma is serious, it is not fatal. At most it is bleeding, collapse and coma, but for me, his only value is to say Behind the scenes instructions, as for his life or death, or whether he is sad, these have nothing to do with me.
In the state of killing intent and running away, a giant ghost-faced spider is not a problem at all, not to mention that it is still in the final state.
But correspondingly, this ghost-faced spider could not completely offset my surging blood and violent killing intent, so I had to continue to look for more ghost-faced spiders to relieve my thirst for killing.
In the deeper part of the cave, there are a huge number of ghost-faced spiders and giant ghost-faced spiders dormant. If treated carefully, I can completely retreat after releasing the killing intent.
Making up my mind, I dragged the elf who was struggling and twisting like a caterpillar, and walked deeper into the cave.
Unsurprisingly, in the depths of the cave, there are densely dense ghost face spiders dormant. This situation may only be seen in Moonlight City.
The elves are not a greedy race. They spawn monsters in a fixed range every day, which not only guarantees the quantity but also guarantees safety.
Generally speaking, unless there are no more monsters in the place, or the monsters in that place move to another position, otherwise, there will be absolutely no situation where the elven adventurer team moves without authorization.
This way of fighting monsters is stable for the adventurer team, and it is also very stable for monsters born in certain locations in this cave.
Except for the cannibalization of each other due to food shortages, they are basically not killed by adventurers.
As a result, more and more monsters are born, gather in specific locations, and grow and grow here until they die naturally.
Over time, such as this cave in front of us, there have been an unknown number of ghost-faced spiders, densely packed, one next to each other, shoving, crowding, and shaking under the fluorescent light above their heads.
I'm sure that if someone with intensive phobia sees this scene, they will faint on the spot.
Ghost face spiders on the belly and back, the ugly faces that are connected together may be a symbol of fear and nightmares in the eyes of others, but at this moment, in my eyes, they are a good medicine to relieve craziness.
With a roar of excitement, I rushed towards the dense ghost face spiders.
Fighting and bleeding, killing and roaring, the splattered khaki slurry and the flying stumps and pieces of flesh, seem to be depicting a picture of hell. The roar of pain and the roar of madness are constantly overlapped, and this picture is renewed. Shattered and turned into an opera, a tragic and cruel opera.
When the last ghost face spider turned into black smoke, the opera finally ended.
I was panting, my body trembling slightly, and the hand holding the knife even became a little numb because of numbness.
Around the body, the floor was full of stumps and khaki slurry, and the smell of fishy smell mixed with the smell of soil, turning into a more complex smell.
I don't mind its pungent nose. At this moment, I need air too much.
After breathing fiercely for a few minutes, I slowly lowered my head, then bent down, picked up the silver coin buried in the minced meat, took a photo with the fluorescent light, then threw it into the purse, and then continued to repeat the previous action.
Every time I throw in a coin, my mood will get better, and sometimes I will harvest some complete materials to make my mood even better.
Finally, there was no longer a silver coin or a complete material that could be used on the ground. I straightened up, wiped the clothes with both hands repeatedly, wiped off the khaki slurry on it, and then walked slowly to the elf and pulled up. He walked out of the cave with one leg.
When I was approaching the position where there was an adventurer to fight monsters, I put down my hand, carried the elf on my shoulders, and moved on.
When passing by a team of elf adventurers, some of them occasionally look at me with a suspicious look, but the elves rarely care about other people’s affairs, so even if they have doubts, they will not come forward to question without authorization. After all, this also reduced me a lot of trouble.
Only occasionally, an oncoming elf will stop and ask if I need to heal him. I usually say politely that after returning to the city, I will find the pastor of my guild to treat him.
So I went all the way back to town, went to the tree house of Rennes's house, knocked on the door, there was a very slight noise inside, and then someone asked in a low voice: "Who?"
"An Xiaoyi" I said.
Then, the door opened a gap. After a second, the door opened. A young elf stood in front of the door with a serious look and respectful attitude, saying, "Master An Xiaoyi, please come in."
"Where is Ren?" I asked casually.
"Master Renhe..." The elf boy had an unusual expression and was silent.
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