Andris swore that ever since he became a professional, he had never encountered such a difficult enemy in the past 30 years.
Ferocious, ruthless, and deadly.
As an original adventurer who was recruited by the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was wretched and shameless enough in battle.
However, compared to these Elves in front of him, he felt that he was too chivalrous before.
These Elves with long ears rarely fought one-on-one. They seemed to be used to fighting in groups.
Whenever Andris was about to rush out of the encirclement, several Elves would swarm up and block him.
He could even hear their excited shouts:
"Be careful! He's running away! "
"Stop this little boss!"
"Kill him!"
Andris was speechless.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he did not know where to start.
These Elves were not only wretched.
They were also very strong.
Very strong.
With just one fight, Andris could sense the solid combat experience of the other party.
Not only were they of high ranks, but they also seemed to have experienced countless battles.
Every time Andris made a move, he would be blocked by the Elves at the right time.
Fighting with them gave Andris the illusion that he was facing the old mercenary leaders who had been on the edge of life and death for many years.
However, Andris knew that such mercenaries could only be honed after many years of fighting. They were one in a hundred.
But these guys in front of him were not those mercenary leaders.
They were Elves!
The Elves who were recognized as the worst at fighting among the intelligent races!
However, these Elves who had been ridiculed by Andris countless times in private now appeared in front of him in a way that he had never imagined before.
Fierce, cunning, and crazy.
Even if he had known from some channels of the Chamber of Commerce that the Elven mercenaries who emerged from the underground war were strong, Andris did not expect them to be so difficult to deal with.
However, these Elves were not only strong individually, but they also knew how to cooperate.
They usually formed a small group of five.
And in the group, there was always a tough bone who was armed to the teeth and Andris could not find a place to cut.
This Elven might not be strong in combat, but his ability to take a beating was terrifying.
Every time Andris intended to fight desperately, this tough bone would take the initiative to stand up and block all his fatal attacks.
On the other hand, the other party would at most spit out a mouthful of blood. In the next second, they would immediately jump up and down, laughing heartily as they continued to fight.
When Andris had just released his strength, the elves around him would seize the opportunity to swarm him again …
Every single one of their moves was aimed at his most fatal and most difficult to defend against.
However, the levels of these elves were not bad at all.
In fact, many of them were on par with Andris.
The sudden attack of such an existence was very difficult to guard against before one's strength was raised.
With every round of attacks, Andris's body would be covered in new wounds.
This kind of passive fighting style made Andris so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
However, there was something even more disgusting.
Behind the elves who were besieging the hunting team, there were also guys in priest robes.
Whenever an elf was injured, they would chant an incantation and cast divine spells to heal them.
The divine spells in their hands were even more powerful than those of the Eternal Church's priests. It was almost instantaneous.
As far as Andris knew, injuries that would take at least ten days to half a month to recover would be healed in an instant with a ray of holy light.
That kind of terrifying healing speed made Andris aghast.
As the battle went on, none of the elves fell. However, the orcs and mercenaries behind Andris were getting fewer and fewer …
As the battle continued, Andris felt his strength getting weaker and weaker. Even the wounds on his body were becoming numb.
"Elves! Do you dare to fight me one on one?! "
He roared unwillingly.
However, Andris only got the evil grins of the elves in return.
That's right, evil grins.
Andris found it hard to imagine such a word appearing on the elves.
But looking at their excited and somewhat crazed smiles, as well as their cheers and regretful sighs whenever the Beastmen and mercenaries were killed, Andris felt incomparably horrified at their expressions of indifference towards slaughter and death.
He had already wandered the continent for more than thirty years. He had seen too many people, too many races.
He had seen people who liked to fight, and he had also seen people who were cruel.
However, among all the intelligent races he had seen, he had rarely seen people as crazy as these elves in front of him.
Some people killed for wealth, while others killed for status.
However, the elves in front of him only had excitement and bloodlust in their eyes.
They ….. were doing it for pleasure.
It was as if in their eyes, he was not an enemy, but a toy to obtain pleasure.
Andris had only seen this kind of expression on the fanatical followers of the evil gods, as well as the colorful dragons that teased their prey …..
At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves were called evil elves by the residents of the underground world.
But it was too late.
The orcs and mercenaries following him were getting fewer and fewer, while the elves besieging Andris were getting more and more.
If there was one thing that comforted Andris, perhaps it was the fact that it was the same five Elves who had attacked him from the beginning …
Although the other elves had surrounded him, they did not make a move.
If they had made a move, Andris would have died on the spot.
Just when Andris thought that this was the last bit of conscience of the elves, he heard them talking to each other again.
"Why are you not done yet? You guys are so slow, do you need help? "
Not done yet?
Andris was a little stunned.
He subconsciously looked around and was stunned to find that he was the only one left in the battle, and there were no more humans or orcs standing behind him.
For a moment, Andris's heart turned cold.
The elves' voices continued:
"Can't help it, this person is a little strong ….. Don't steal his kill! This is ours! "
"That's right, we've been fighting for a long time, don't steal our experience!"
"Hey, a silver and you've been fighting for so long, noob brother."
"This is an elven monster, okay?!"
Elven monster?
Are they talking about me?
Andris did not understand the words they were saying, but he inexplicably felt insulted.
He wanted to roar and fight with all his might again.
However, the excessive blood loss had already left him without any strength …..
After struggling for a few times, the longsword in his hand was finally knocked away by the elven warrior in heavy armor. In the next second, the other four elves swarmed up and stabbed him into a hedgehog.
Andris opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, then he lost consciousness.
In the last second of his consciousness, he only had one thought:
It's a pity that the three elves haven't been sold yet.
They're worth a lot of money …
…
The one-sided battle ended in less than ten minutes.
The players in good condition started to clean up the battlefield, and the players with more serious injuries were once again receiving intensive treatment from the priest players and the healer specialized Druids.
The Black Dragon Merril, who had transformed into an Elf, watched the players laughing and scolding as he sighed.
"Every time I watch them fight, I have the illusion that they're a group of guys who are possessed by demons ….. It's really eight lifetimes of bad luck to go against these guys!"
Then, he looked at the Red Dragon Tiberia and explained, "Oh, it's eight lifetimes of bad luck.
"By the way, 'eight lifetimes of bad luck' is a famous saying in the Chosen Ones' hometown. It basically means that this person is very, very unlucky."
Tiberia was speechless …
Seeing the Red Dragon's speechless expression, the Black Dragon, who was showing off his knowledge of the alternate world, was a little disappointed, but he quickly coughed twice and asked,
"How is it? Do you feel that your understanding has been overturned? These guys ….. aren't ordinary elves. When they face their enemies, they're a group of lawless bastards. They're despicable, shameless, cruel, and crazy. It's hard to associate them with the friendly image that they had when you were in the Elf Forest ….. "
After hearing Merril's words, Tiberia's eyes gradually lit up. She looked at the players with a strange gaze.
"Isn't this very good?"
"Uh ….. what?"
Merril felt like he was choking.
"I mean … isn't this very good?"
Tiberia repeated.
Then, she looked at the players with an excited expression.
"Ingratiating and obedient internally, cruel and bloodthirsty externally ….. This is the perfect servant in my imagination!"
Merril was speechless …
Servant?
You're just a tool dragon that provides scales and saliva for others.
He complained in his heart.
After complaining, it seemed to have thought of something. It suddenly joined the players and shouted at the same time, "Let's go!
"Those who have seized beautiful gems and cute gold pounds can exchange them for shiny scales from Merril!"
That sly bastard!
The Red Dragon's expression changed, and his eyes lit up. He quickly shouted,
"Whatever he gives, I'll give you double!"
Merril was speechless …
…
The players were laughing and joking as they cleaned up the battlefield.
Leader Salty Meow looked at the guild members with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Aren't these Half-Orcs and human mercenaries too weak? I remember that they're very strong? "
She had previously thought that the monsters would be very powerful.
It seemed that ….. they weren't that strong.
If she had known, she wouldn't have needed to ambush them. Everyone could have just destroyed them.
Looking at the equipment scattered all over the ground, the Coo-Koo Bird shook her head.
"It's not that they're weak, but that we've become stronger.
"We've become stronger?"
Salty Meow raised his eyebrows.
"However, the Death Desert quest is a Level 40 quest. I really thought that we would be in for a fierce battle. In the end, I didn't even have time to cast a few fireballs before they all fell. That wasn't fun at all."
"Come on, thank goodness you didn't release a few more fireballs. Otherwise, we would be the ones to fall."
The optimist teased from the side.
"Scram! Hurry up and clean up the battlefield! "
Salty Meow raised his magic staff and slapped his butt.
"Ouch!"
Optimist cried out in pain and laughed as he ran away.
"Hahahaha …"
The surrounding players let out a burst of cheerful laughter.
Everyone laughed as they picked up the equipment dropped by the Half-Orcs and mercenaries. From time to time, someone would let out a cry of surprise when they found gold pounds or other trinkets. Then, they would run to Merril and Tiberia to claim credit.
At this moment, a few players shouted excitedly, "Let's go!"
"Guild Leader, Guild Leader! There are still three alive! "
"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter. They fell to the ground and pretended to be dead … Don't they know that those who are killed by us will 'destroy the corpse'? "
"This AI design is something. I feel like it's showing off my intelligence."
"Hahahaha …"
Hearing the players' voices, Salty Meow looked over and saw two human mercenaries and one Half-Orc.
The three of them looked like they were scared out of their wits. Their faces were pale, and they were trembling. Their gazes towards the players were full of fear.
"Hmm? Alive? "
Salty Meow was a little surprised.
She thought for a moment and walked in front of them. When they saw her coming, they were so scared that they trembled even more.
Although they were pretending to be dead just now, they still saw it clearly.
Among all the elves, this petite and cute elf was the most terrifying …
She used a large fireball to burn the three mercenaries to ashes!
"Lord … Lord Elf! Don't … Don't kill us … Don't kill us … We surrender! "
The mercenaries hurriedly begged for mercy.
Hearing their pleas, Salty Meow had an idea and said,
"Sure, but you have to tell us everything you know about the Death Desert and the Half-Orc tribe nearby."
The Megalosaurus could fly, which was an excellent means of reconnaissance.
Therefore, the players had long known about the Half-Orc tribe nearby.
However, they were unsure of how many people there were and how strong they were. Hence, they came up with the idea of luring the snake out of its hole.
After hearing Salty Meow's words, the two mercenaries felt as if they had been pardoned. Then, under the furious glare of the only Half-Orc, they revealed everything they knew, including what they had seen and heard in the Half-Orc tribe …
"About a thousand people, four to five hundred Half-Orc warriors …"
Salty Meow was deep in thought.
"It's a small tribe. We can fight it. If we launch a sneak attack at night, I think we can wipe it out in one wave."
Gourd, who was listening at the side, said.
"I think so too."
The optimist agreed.
Even Boxed Lunch, who had been silent, nodded his head.
"Let's launch a sneak attack tonight …"
Salty Meow finally made a decision.
"Then … these people?"
The optimist looked at the two mercenaries and the Half-Orc and asked.
"Ahem, I'm almost promoted. Can you give it to me? I can take less equipment. "
He asked.
Looking at his bright smile and white teeth, as well as the long sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood, the human mercenaries and the Half-Orc turned pale.
However, Salty Meow shook his head.
She carefully sized up the mercenaries and the Half-Orc. Looking at their bodies and muscles that were much thicker than the elves', her eyes lit up.
She suddenly threw out the skill [Eye of Faith] that she had obtained after becoming a priestess and looked at their faith.
As expected, they were all red.
They were her believers.
However, they were light red.
"Light believers …"
Salty Meow muttered.
Then, she revealed a sweet smile and looked at the three of them.
However, the words that came out of her mouth were like the devil's.
"Give up your faith, and I can consider sparing your lives."
The other players were taken aback.
"Pfft … Lord Salty Meow, are you really going to let them go?"
"They're our enemies."
"Yes! A Black Iron mercenary gives a lot of experience! "
However, Salty Meow shook his head.
"Who said I'm going to let them go?"
"Not let them go?"
The other players were even more confused.
"If I'm not going to let them go, should I bring them back?"
"The Elven Forest doesn't allow other races to enter, right? They're our enemies … "
"Yes! Don't expose the secret of the Goddess … Ouch! Why did you pinch me! It won't be exposed. The keywords will be blocked! "
The players were all talking at once.
Salty Meow shook his head.
"Who said I'm going to let them enter the Elven Forest?"
"I just suddenly remembered that the Rivendell Mine in the Dark Canyon seems to be lacking a lot of miners …"
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