Soon.
Søren returned to the beginning.
At this time, the gap between the drow warriors and the elite pirates could be seen. In terms of strength, the difference between the two sides was not very big, but after more than an hour of waiting, the difference in discipline between the two sides was obvious. The drow warriors were still silent, but they would wipe their weapons from time to time. However, the elite pirates were a little restless. Many unruly pirates were a little impatient. If it were not for Søren's prestige and the suppression of the pirate leaders, they would have begun to stir.
The discipline of the two sides was not at the same level at all!
The former reminded Søren of the years in the Underdark. At that time, he deeply experienced the cruel rule of the drow and the strict discipline of the drow army. However, the pirates were all elites, and they were a little impatient after waiting for more than an hour. They were completely used to being undisciplined. Søren saw the situation in front of him and immediately had the intention to train them well in the future.
"Let's go."
With the appearance of Søren, the pirates immediately seemed to have found their backbone, and the restless elite pirates also settled down.
When he gave the order to move forward, the others immediately began to approach the indigenous tribe. Vivian blessed herself with Fly and Invisibility, and flew directly to the front of the team. He did not know how the little girl's strength increased so much. Søren was very envious of her. She had been sleeping every day recently, but her flying and casting skills were so smooth. On the other hand, Søren could not master any other casting skills except for the ability to control spells.
The drow warriors were still quite quiet and followed the team in silence.
The pirates, on the other hand, made some noise from time to time, and complained in a low voice because of the bad road, but they were immediately reprimanded by the leaders.
Dark Blade shook his head. He did not have much hope for today's battle.
In fact, he had already planned to retreat if the situation went wrong. After all, there were not many warriors in the tribe. The elite and precious drow warriors should not be wasted here.
Now, he only hoped that they could succeed in their sneak attack, and that Sir Throat Cutter could also kill the spirits!
The distance was getting closer and closer.
With a glimmer of light in front of them, Vivian gradually lowered her altitude. The pirates were a little better. After all, they had seen the little girl fly and cast spells before, but the drows were a little scared. He felt that the little girl in front of him had unfathomable strength. She had already cast several spells in a row.
"Haste!"
The first spell was Haste, which was a group buff spell. It could increase the speed of people within a certain range. Vivian could buff about 20 people at a time, so she only used it three times in total to buff some of them.
"Dragon Strength!"
This was a spell that was meant for Søren, and it could greatly increase his combat prowess.
The little girl didn't spend too many spell slots on buffs. After casting a few simple spells, she immediately began to cast a defensive spell on herself. Then, she nodded at Søren. Their mission was to kill the Shaman Priest. They must not give the Spell Caster a chance to attack. Otherwise, their side would suffer great losses.
"Squeak!"
Søren easily opened the wooden fence of the indigenous tribe, and then a group of people quietly sneaked in. The guard on the watchtower had already been killed by Vivian's' Disintegrate ', and the other was directly hit by Søren's' Enraged Charm '. Because of the buff spell, the drow warriors entered very quickly. During this period, the inferior indigenous people on the periphery were awakened, and before they could speak, their throats were cut.
There was no mercy, no sympathy.
In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen corpses here.
"Don't worry about the others!"
Søren looked around at his men and said in a deep voice, "Dark Blade! You take people to attack the chief in the center of the tribe. I'll kill the Shaman Priest, and then come back to meet you! "
He didn't know when the Spirit would appear, so Søren could only kill the Shaman Priest first.
His figure went directly into the shadows, and then walked toward the courtyard that he had confirmed at the beginning. Vivian's figure was flying in the air, and she had already cast Greater Invisibility on herself. The two quickly approached the position of the Shaman Priest. On the other side, Dark Blade had already led the drow warriors to launch a surprise attack and rushed directly to the center of the tribe. On the way, they inadvertently startled the indigenous people, but whether they were men or women, old or young, as long as they appeared in the line of sight, they were all killed.
The drows would not pity these aborigines, and the pirates had no sympathy at all!
Along the way, corpses and blood flowed.
Those who wanted to resist were killed mercilessly, and soon there were nearly a hundred more corpses. The drows were close to the center of the tribe, and the noise here awakened the indigenous warriors. However, many of them were killed on the spot by the drows who rushed in before they could pick up their weapons. It was already about two o 'clock in the morning. Under normal circumstances, most people were sleeping soundly, and even if they heard the noise, they would not react so quickly.
"Kill! Kill! … "
The blood and screams finally alarmed the entire indigenous tribe, but it was a little late now.
In just the first round of confrontation, the drows with night vision had completely gained the upper hand. Although they only had about 30 people, the number of heads harvested in the battle was twice that of nearly a hundred pirates. They were indeed a race that could survive in the Underdark. When they killed, they would not be soft-hearted at all.
"Follow me!"
Dark Blade felt that there was a chance of victory, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Rangers, follow me! Shoot those guards! Attack the big house in front of you and kill the chief of the indigenous people! … "
The elite pirates had begun to fight with the enemies who were gradually reacting. These guys were screaming when they fought. Although their momentum was quite amazing, it also alarmed more and more indigenous people. Casualties began to appear on their own side. Seven or eight pirates died in a while, and more than a dozen were injured to varying degrees. More than half of them directly fainted. However, the casualties of the drows were very small. Only three of them were injured, and no one died because they had night vision and were more adapted to the current combat environment than the indigenous people.
Blood flowed.
The indigenous warriors were not gathered together. Although they lived in the center of the tribe, they lived in separate houses with their wives and children.
Some of the half-grown children were also fighting, and they even killed one or two pirates.
Dark Blade's expression was indifferent. He raised his hand and took out several throwing knives from his waist, and threw them at the indigenous children who looked at most twelve or thirteen years old in front of him. The throwing knives hit the other party's chest, and the indigenous children fell directly to the ground. Then they heard the roar of an indigenous man nearby, followed by a scream.
The drows did not have any change in expression, and the pirates were still murderous.
…
On the other side.
Søren and Vivian approached the Shaman's courtyard. As soon as they arrived near the courtyard, the little girl could not help but frown and whisper, "Brother! There's a strange atmosphere here! I don't like it very much! … "
Søren was just about to say something.
Suddenly, the house in front of them shook, and then a behemoth appeared in front of them. It was a huge brown bear about five meters long. Although it had the appearance of a brown bear, it did not have the aura of a living creature. After it appeared, it growled silently, and then rushed towards Søren, directly raising its huge bear paw.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Søren naturally would not be hit by the enemy so easily. He dodged the attack, and then swung his two swords at the huge brown bear in front of him. But to his surprise, the Icingdeath in his right hand broke through the opponent's defense, but the curved sword in his left hand seemed to have hit some kind of tough energy field, and it was deflected to another place, causing almost no damage.
Søren's expression was serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Spirit Bear?!"
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