With the elves' promise, the human mercenaries quickly took off their equipment under Beruth's order and put them together according to the Black Dragon's instructions.
And they could only wear simple coarse underwear, shivering in the cold wind of the canyon at night.
After the mercenaries took off their equipment, Beruth was surprised to see a few tall figures suddenly emerge from the ruins in the distance.
That … turned out to be a few elves!
Their equipment was gorgeous, and they jogged over happily. Then, they took all the equipment that the mercenaries had taken off and happily carried them away.
Their happy expressions when looking at the equipment, especially when looking at Beruth's robe and staff, and the mercenary leader's silver longsword, were simply undisguised.
That skillful action of picking up equipment … God knows how many times they had done similar things. They were very much like robbers.
And that excited expression was simply like a small citizen who had made a fortune, without the elegance and indifference of the elves.
Beruth was speechless.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen wrongly.
Was that expression really something an elf should have?
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Was it the disguise of other races?
Beruth narrowed his eyes and quietly threw out an identification spell, but the feedback he got was indeed from the elves.
Illusion?
He rubbed his temples.
But in any case, the elves were the most honest.
As long as he did as they said, the elf would definitely convince the Black Dragon!
Beruth convinced himself in his heart.
He had dealt with the elves a lot.
Although most of them were on the opposite side, he knew the credibility of the elves very well.
The elves … never lied!
They would definitely do what they promised!
And as the kindest and most life-loving intelligent race on the continent, as long as they admitted defeat, the elves would definitely not let the Black Dragon hurt them!
Even if … they were enemies!
Similar things had already been verified by countless ancestors.
The almost pathological stubbornness of the elves had even become the most effective weapon for humans to deal with them.
"Sir Beruth … They have taken away our things."
At this time, a low voice came over.
Beruth turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was the accompanying mercenary leader, a powerful middle-ranked silver blond swordsman.
The swordsman looked at his long sword that had been taken away and his expression turned ugly.
Berrus nodded to him and said apologetically, "I'm sorry.
"Sir Regiment Commander, I'm sorry … This incident happened too suddenly. When everything is over, the family will compensate you for your loss."
After listening to his explanation, the commander closed his eyes and reluctantly accepted it.
Beruth breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to the Black Dragon:
"We've already taken off our equipment. The goods are in the ruins beside the tower, and the elves are locked up in the tower's dungeon …"
"Now … can we leave?"
"Leave?"
Hearing Beruth's words, Myrell laughed mischievously, revealing his sinister teeth.
"When did Merril say that he would let you go?"
Hearing this, Beruth's face darkened slightly.
"Megalosaurus! Don't go too far! "
Then, he looked at Salty Meow on the Black Dragon's back.
"Miss Elf, you promised us just now."
Hearing Berrus' words, Salty Meow nodded with an innocent face.
"Yes! Yes! We do what we say! "
After saying that, she giggled.
"We didn't breach the contract! Did you forget what Merril said just now? "
"The previous ones don't count! Don't count! You leave the treasures and elves, but you must hand over all your weapons and equipment! "
She imitated Merril's tone.
"We didn't say that we would let you go! Didn't the previous ones already not count? "
Berrus was speechless.
After listening to Salty Meow's vivid imitation, his expression was wonderful.
The Black Dragon …
It seems that he really didn't say that he would let the caravan go …
But … but isn't this too shameless?!
Isn't … isn't this cheating?!
In an instant, Berrus' face became extremely ugly.
"You … you are extorting! You are breaking the contract! Elves! Do you still have the honor of being a Silver Clan?! "
"Breach the contract?"
Salty Meow curled her lips.
"When did we breach the contract? You just didn't listen carefully to our request. "
Berrus was speechless.
"You … you don't keep your word! How can you be so shameless! You … are you still an Elf?! "
He looked at Salty Meow with an angry expression.
Where did this weird Elf come from?
They … shouldn't they be the most honest?!
Is she really an Elf?
Berrus was a little panicked.
They were already at a disadvantage, and now they even lost their equipment … wouldn't they completely become a dish under the Black Dragon's claws?
Damn it! How could he make such a low-level mistake! He actually believed the enemy's words!
If he had known earlier, he would have ordered everyone to break out of the encirclement!
But …
But who knew that these Elves would really go back on their word?!
It doesn't make sense!
They … they are Elves!
Looking at the angry Berrus, Salty Meow's live broadcast room was filled with players' happy comments.
"Sigh … my IQ is too low. I've lived my life in vain."
"That's right. How can you believe the enemy's words?"
"The players' mouths are liars."
"Hahahahaha! Are you dumbfounded now? "
"Sir! Times have changed! "
…
"Hmph! Evil must be punished, no matter what method! "
Merril raised his head with a look of awe-inspiring righteousness.
At this moment, the players who had just left returned. They were fully armed and looked at the caravan with smug laughter.
Even Little Salted Meow felt a little embarrassed when it saw that undisguised, vile look of triumph on its face …
But … who would hide their emotions when playing a game?
Moreover, they weren't facing Fei Lengcui's NPCs this time, so they didn't need to consider their image.
At this moment, the players were overjoyed!
There was no perfect resurrection reward in the reward for this operation.
Previously, they were worried that it would be a loss if someone died during the battle.
If they relied on the Black Dragon's strength, the enemies would be dead, and their equipment would be destroyed by the dragon's breath.
But who knew that Salty Meow only said a few words, and these humans took off their equipment!
Without equipment, it was equivalent to a tiger without its teeth.
Except for the two Silver powerhouses, the other mercenaries were no match for them!
As for the two Silver powerhouses … they would be dealt with by the Black Dragon! The upper Silver Little Black Dragon was more than enough to deal with a lower Silver powerhouse and a middle Silver powerhouse, even if they were equipped with equipment.
This mission was simply too easy!
Looking at the increasingly unfriendly Black Dragon and the strange elves who surrounded them, Beruth's expression changed slightly.
But soon, he calmed down.
He looked at Salty Meow on the Black Dragon's back and forced himself to calm down.
"Hmph … Elf, your real goal is to rescue your companions, right?"
"Hehe, our people are still in the tower. If you don't want your companions to be in danger, you'd better let us go!"
"Life in danger?"
The players looked at each other and burst into laughter again.
"Hahaha! He actually said that the bento boss would be in danger? "
"Hehe … I'm afraid it's your people who are in danger."
"Captain, that's a ruthless person who can solo a Level 20 monster in the wild!"
What do you mean?
Beruth's eyelids twitched.
At this moment, the door of the tower was suddenly kicked open, and several caravan members ran out with their faces covered in blood. They looked panicked and screamed as they ran.
"Help … Help!"
Beruth subconsciously turned his head and frowned.
"What's going on?"
A caravan member ran to him with a panicked expression.
"Dead … Dead … All dead … They were all killed by him …"
Him?
Beruth was slightly stunned.
Soon after, he saw a tall figure rushing out of the tower …
It was a male elf with grayish-black hair.
He was holding a dagger that kept dripping blood, and his clothes were also covered in blood.
His aura was fluctuating as if he had just broken through, and his expression was exceptionally cold and indifferent.
It was the bento.
What a strong murderous aura!
This is … a mid-level Dark Iron Elf Hunter? Wasn't he a low-level Dark Elf before I caught him? Did he advance?
Beruth's expression froze.
After the bento came out, Beruth did not see any caravan members continue to escape from the tower …
This caused his heart to skip a beat.
Wait …
He should have more than a dozen people left in the tower, right?
This … Could it be …
He looked at the bento that was exuding a strong murderous aura, and his pupils shrank.
He … He did it alone?
How is this possible?!
After seeing the bento, the players who participated in the mission lit up.
"Captain is out!"
"Hahaha! The elf NPC must have been rescued! "
"Don't talk nonsense with them, let's go! Let's finish the mission quickly! "
"Haha! Friends on the opposite side! Don't believe the enemy's nonsense in the next life! "
"Hehe, I wonder if the mercenaries' experience points will be higher …"
After that, they drew their weapons and excitedly rushed to the mercenaries who had taken off their equipment.
The dark dragon, Myril, also let out a long roar of excitement, and breathed out dragon breath at the two unlucky Silver professions …
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