"Reinforcements?"
Nightingale was slightly stunned.
Boxed Lunch didn't say anything more. He kicked open the cell door opened by Nightingale and took the lead to go out.
"You go and save the others."
He dropped a sentence, then came to the entrance of the dungeon and hid in the shadow of the corner of the stairs.
The whole cell shook again, and the screams of the humans seemed to be faintly heard.
Nightingale's pointed ears moved slightly, and her eyes gradually became bright.
She sniffed her red nose, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, then rushed out of the cell and came to the cell where several young elves were imprisoned.
"Sister Nightingale!"
Seeing Nightingale running, several elves greeted her at the same time.
"Step back, I'll unlock it."
Nightingale said.
A few young elves nodded and obediently stepped back.
An older elf hesitated for a moment and curiously asked:
"Sister Nightingale... who is he?"
He looked in the direction where Boxed Lunch was hiding.
Nightingale hesitated and replied:
"A friend I met on the road, and he came with me to save you."
It seems that... I haven't asked his name yet...
Nightingale was a little ashamed.
Soon, she opened the door of the prison cell, and a few young elves were energized and escaped from the prison cell one after another.
However, at this time, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the stairs at the entrance of the dungeon.
"Quick... take those elves, let's go!"
"Damn it! Where did this crazy Black Dragon come from! "
"I don't know how long Sir Berus can resist..."
"Doesn't it know that we are from the Sauron Family?! It's just a young Black Dragon! "
"Stop talking, let's hurry up."
Two fully armed human mercenaries trotted all the way down, cursing as they walked.
As soon as they reached the underground, they saw Nightingale and others who had escaped.
For a moment, Nightingale and they looked at each other.
Mercenary... mercenaries!
Her pupils shrank slightly.
Damn it! We were discovered!
Nightingale's expression tightened, and she quickly protected her younger brothers and sisters behind her.
The two human mercenaries were stunned when they saw the escaping elves.
Immediately, their faces became fierce, and they were ready to call for their companions.
However, just as they were about to speak, an agile figure suddenly rushed out from behind them!
It was a box lunch.
With a dagger in hand and an indifferent expression on his face, he passed through the two startled mercenaries like a bolt of lightning …
His movements were graceful and swift, and the dagger easily sliced through their bodies.
In that second, Nightingale only saw a dazzling silver light flash in front of her eyes.
Skill – [Double Flash Stab]
When she took a closer look, the lunchbox was already in front of her.
"Alright, let's go."
He put down the dagger in his hand and said calmly.
Leave?
Nightingale was stunned when she saw the mercenary behind the lunch box safe and sound.
At this moment, a long line of blood suddenly appeared on the necks of the two mercenaries …
Along with a "pfft" sound, a terrifying wound split open on their necks, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
The two of them were still in a daze. They didn't seem to have figured out what had happened.
Nightingale only saw them covering their necks in disbelief, opening their mouths and spitting out blood clots. Then, their bodies went limp and slowly fell to the ground...
At this time, Nightingale finally reacted and looked at the lunchbox in shock.
She covered her mouth in surprise, and her eyes were full of shock and splendor:
He … he just killed two mercenaries who were at least level 15 with a single blow?
He could still be so powerful even with the curse of the race, and he wasn't as pedantic as the ordinary people …
He … who was he?
He was really a tough and mysterious blockhead!
The group of young elves also looked at the lunchbox in shock.
Their expressions were a little bit fearful, but also a little bit of worship …
The older elves covered the younger children's eyes to prevent them from seeing the bloody scene.
Faintly, the lunchbox could hear the elves exclaiming:
"What … what a powerful brother …"
"Could it be … the legendary Elf Patrol?"
"It feels … a little scary …"
The lunchbox glanced at everyone, but he didn't care. He turned around and walked up the stairs:
"Follow me."
He said.
Nightingale was stunned, but then her spirit was lifted, and she called her younger brothers and sisters to follow.
When she stepped over the mercenaries' corpses, she hesitated for a moment, but she also bravely picked up their weapons and followed the lunchbox with the other elves.
…
When they walked out of the dungeon, they found that the interior of the tower had fallen into chaos.
The members of the human caravan were hurriedly packing up, and most of the mercenaries who acted as guards were gone.
Outside the tower, they could faintly hear the screams of humans and the cheerful and playful roars of dragons …
There were no strong enemies in the tower.
The lunchbox's eyes flashed, and he clenched the dagger in his hand.
Seeing the elves suddenly rushing out of the dungeon, the caravan members suddenly exclaimed:
"It's … the elves!"
"How did they escape?"
"Quick! Subdue them quickly! "
A few mercenaries heard the cries of the caravan members and hurried over from outside.
The lunchbox's eyes flashed, and he rushed into the crowd again.
His movements were agile, as if there was no one around, and the few human mercenaries who rushed up were stabbed in the vitals by him!
"Middle-level Dark Iron! He must be a Middle-level Dark Iron Elf! "
"Quick … Quick, call the leader!"
Seeing the mercenaries who were vulnerable under the attack of the lunchbox, the caravan members who stayed behind exclaimed.
A member hesitated for a moment, picked up a bag of gold coins, turned around, and ran out of the tower.
"Hmph."
The lunchbox's eyes flashed, and he picked up a steel sword on the ground and threw it out.
The steel sword shot out quickly and rushed to the fleeing caravan member, stabbing him through the heart.
…
Outside the tower.
More than 20 human mercenaries, led by Silver-ranked Mages and Warriors, were struggling to resist The Black Dragon Merril …
On the ground, there were traces of the dragon's breath everywhere, and a few unlucky mercenaries had already fallen.
However, the Black Dragon was unscathed. He flew in the sky, looking at the mercenaries on the ground with a mocking gaze.
Silver-ranked Mage Beruth looked at the young Black Dragon who appeared out of nowhere, and his expression was very ugly.
How many years had it been!
How many years had it been!
Since the patriarch of the Sauron family broke through to Legend and got in touch with the lord of the Underworld, no one dared to provoke the majesty of the Sauron family for many years!
Unexpectedly, a young Black Dragon who was only Silver-ranked dared to bully them!
Damned beast! Arrogant!
Beruth clenched his staff, and his face was gloomy.
He looked at the mercenaries who fell to the ground around him, gritted his teeth, and said,
"Black Dragon … Do you know who we are?"
"Tsk! Evil smuggling caravan! "
Myrtle glanced at him disdainfully and roared, "Rua ~", and said haughtily, "That's right.
"Greedy, evil humans! Leave all your treasures behind! Lord Merril can consider letting go … "
"Ahem …"
Halfway through, there was a light cough in the Little Black Dragon's ear.
Merril's expression was slightly stiff. He coughed twice, put on a straight face, and said righteously again,
"No, no! Greedy, evil humans! Leave all your treasures and the kidnapped elves! Lord Merril can consider letting you go! "
At this time, Beruth noticed a petite figure hiding on the back of the Black Dragon …
His eyes condensed slightly, and then he threw out an Illumination spell.
The dark world was suddenly illuminated, and Beruth also saw the Salty Meow on the back of the Black Dragon.
For a moment, his expression was full of astonishment:
"Elf?!"
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