Devil's Journey

Chapter 231 Is It Reasonable
"Go back, I don't have any pale blades here." Els's gray beard was about to hang down to his stomach, and there were some age spots on his gray skin. He looked old, but his eyes were still sharp, which made people feel Don't dare to look directly.

Standing in front of Ayers was a thin figure wrapped in a black robe. Hearing what Ayers said, the man in black smiled sullenly, and then said, "Really? I know that not everyone can take that thing, otherwise, I'm afraid even death will not be easy."

"Hmph, let me say it again, I don't have Pale Blade here, you can go, you are not welcome here, dark elf." If the other party is not also a legend, Els would definitely kill people to silence him, but it is a pity that the other party is not only a legend , is also a legendary dark elf who is good at sneaking in, he is not sure to keep the other party.

The man in black took a deep look at Ayers, then shook his head, and said mockingly, "Stubborn and stupid guy, you will regret it."

Then the man in black turned into a black mist and disappeared into the room. After a long time, Els released his hand holding the hammer tightly, but his expression became extraordinarily cold, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The gray dwarves are much more cunning than the dwarves, and they are less brainy. At this time, Els has already begun to consider whether to relocate the tribe, but this will definitely not get rid of the other party, unless Els escapes by himself. (The setting of the gray dwarves has been slightly changed.)
Fleeing with the Pale Blade, Els hesitated in his heart. One side was the tribe, and the other side was the hope of becoming a god. Under the dim oil lamp, Els' expression flickered and he couldn't make a decision for a long time.

Until the emergency military report came, there was a large group of enemies attacking, led by a group of extremely fierce half-elves, Els' face changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly. He naturally connected the attackers with the dark elves.

As for why it was a half-elf, Els speculated that it was because the dark elf empire was too far away, so he could only temporarily summon the nearby half-elf tribe to attack.

Thinking of this, Ayers' panicked emotions calmed down a bit, and he also had some other guesses in his heart. Maybe the dark elf was just a private act and did not represent the dark elf empire.

Otherwise, there is no need to summon those half-elves who are not strong in combat power. After all, ordinary dark elves have the strength of silver ranks when they are adults, and those dark elves nobles have the strength of gold ranks when they are adults. Their talents are comparable to those of giant dragons. An elite team is enough to kill through this gray dwarf tribe.

"There's still a chance." Thinking of this, Ayers felt a little more confident. He might win if he stayed steady, but even if he won a game, he couldn't change the dangerous situation. After all, those dark elves could make a comeback.

After pondering for a while, Els sighed, he still has to run away if he wins the battle, it's better to go to a place where the dark elves can't find him, as for the tribe
After a lot of painstaking struggle, Els decided to become a god in the future, and he would definitely avenge the tragic death of the tribe. Thinking of this, Els felt a lot better, and presumably those tribes who were about to be sacrificed would also understand him.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand.

Beryl just tested this group of gray dwarves briefly last time. She only knew that the tribe was quite strong, but the exact number was only known after interrogating a few gray dwarves captured by half-elf rangers.

In fact, there are nearly 2000 gray dwarves in this tribe, and there are more than [-] adult warriors. Among them, there are more than [-] bronze-ranked gray dwarves who have repelled the invasion of underground monsters many times, firmly occupying this area. The underground area has existed for hundreds of years.

There are many strange creatures in the underground caves, such as those mosses that attach to the top of the cave or between the mountain walls, emitting faint fluorescence, or various monsters, etc. The most common ones are goblins who are as tenacious as cockroaches.

However, the fighting power of the goblins is too weak. A small group of elite adventurers can kill seven in and seven out of the hordes of goblin tribes. If they encounter a large-scale army, they will be destroyed like tofu.

When the half-elf rangers were exploring the potholes, they would inevitably startle some goblin tribes entrenched in the corners. These goblins are like mice, sneaking to get some food from the gray dwarf tribe, or simply picking up food. Garbage thrown away by the duerwarves.

After cutting off some of the more courageous goblin leaders, the half-elves obeyed Shirley's order and sent all the remaining goblins over, unexpectedly gathering hundreds of them very quickly.

Beryl was a little curious about what Shirley was going to do: "What are you collecting these goblins for? These insects are useless, even if they are used as cannon fodder, they are a bit incompetent."

Shirley smiled softly: "Ms. Beryl, as long as they are used reasonably, these goblins can be of some use."

"Oh, well then, I'll wait and see." Beryl had already had a showdown with Shirley, and the temptation turned into a strong attack, and she wanted to beat the gray dwarves until the legendary old dwarf appeared.

But the problem is that their team only has more than 800 people. How can they hurt those gray dwarves? Beryl means that she doesn't have to worry about casualties, and directly rushes in with her head depressed, overwhelming the gray dwarves with the most ferocious momentum.

But Shirley had other ideas. As she assisted Alice in governing, she knew that there was a shortage of reliable humans, so she planned to take out some of her treasures so that those goblins could be of greater use.

As a battle mage who is good at using magic guns, it should be reasonable for her to bring some alchemy explosives with her. Besides, considering that this underground battle will inevitably require explosives to clear the way, it should be reasonable for her to bring some more before departure. Bar.

It's just that after taking out boxes of alchemy explosives from the dimensional bracelet, even Beryl's eyes seemed to become a little subtle. With so many dangerous items with her, it seems that this usually gentle and rigorous head maid also has her own. features.

Some miners among the gray dwarves who knew how to use alchemical explosives, under Shirley's command, divided those dangerous alchemical explosives into small portions, and then selected dozens of stronger goblins.

Afterwards, these small portions of alchemy explosives with the detonators inserted were tied to these trembling goblins, and then pushed close to the entrance of the tunnel. Finally, Shirley gracefully pulled out the short gun and pointed at a goblin who deliberately left no bundle of explosives. head.

bang~
The goblin's head was directly blown to pieces by a powerful magic bullet like a watermelon, and those goblins who were already restless suddenly fell into extreme panic and fear.

And when Shirley pointed the muzzle at the next goblin, there was only a shrill scream, and a goblin, in fear and cowardice, directed his body over the empty brain, took the lead to squeeze past the other goblins, and escaped from the entrance of the tunnel.

The gray dwarf warriors who had been waiting on the camp wall in turn quickly got up and took aim with their crossbows, but they were surprised to see a group of goblins rushing out indiscriminately. Most of the gray dwarves were puzzled and did not fire their crossbows, and they were even guessing. Is the enemy using those goblins to consume their own arrows?

However, those who were driven by fear swarmed into the cave, Shirley had already taken out a magic button with her left hand, and when the fleeing goblins approached the gray dwarf camp, some gray dwarves had already started shooting the goblins.

The corner of Shirley's lips curled up, and she pressed down her left thumb fiercely. The gold-rimmed glasses reflected an orange-red flame, and a strand of pink hair hung down on her forehead.

(End of this chapter)