The leader of the Dark Elf was obviously a little suddenly caused by the explosion trap, but the Mandela ore in his hand was firmly grasped by him. The preciousness of the ore made him feel a little reluctant to care about these eye demons who had been pursuing searching.

The Eye Demon has always been a thorn in the eyes of the Black Dragon Lord. Hundreds of years ago, the Black Dragon City was still the territory of the Eye Demon clan. Until the awakening and coming of this Black Dragon, under the attack of the Black Dragon and his evil minions, the Eye Demons quickly retreated.

However, these eye demons have been living in the dark with their extraordinary wisdom, hoping for revenge. Under the continuous suppression of the black dragon, this hope is getting smaller and smaller, but some small forces have survived, and this mixed town that has been circulated among the cavemen is one of them.

The Dark Elf leader temporarily put away his whip and took out his scepter. The scepter inlaid with white crystal was somewhat inconsistent with his brown skin, but his confident expression clearly told the adventure team and the Eye Demon team that the scepter is not simple.

"Let you see the magic that the dark elves are proud of!" The white crystal of the staff changed to red and emitted light, covering the surrounding miracles.

Under the light of this magic, the already powerful Minotaurs mooed one after another, and the inside was full of madness. The eyes of these warriors holding double axes were filled with bloodshot. In the dark space, their copper bell-like eyes looked very conspicuous.

"No, they are crazy, don't take it." In the team of Eye Demons, a caveman wearing a leather jacket ordered the people around him with a strange fire.

This is a caveman adventurer. Among the generally weak caveman, a caveman adventurer is much rarer than an Eye Demon, a race that is about to extinction.

Beside him are ordinary warriors, mainly dwarves, occasionally trolls, Minotaurs, and even a few humans.

Although they had the idea of ​​avoiding war, the pursuers of the punishment regiments of the Heilong City did not have such an idea and began to pursue them one after another. These miscellaneous troops were quickly dispersed. Compared with these regular Black Dragon City troops, the people brought by these Eye Demons were more like a group of temporary militias.

The leader of the Dark Elf temporarily relieved the pressure of being attacked. He began to face the biggest variable, namely the two brothers Vizevika of the adventure group. He had seen the strength of these two people with his own eyes. If he could stabilize them, he could beat the eye demons in one go.

"I believe that the explosion just now was not the reason for the two of you. Your people have been let go, so let's end the transaction happily." Although this dark elf was very annoyed by the losses caused by the explosion just now, he still ignored his heart and avoided the key points to avoid worsening the relationship between the two parties. At the same time, he also placed his scepter in a clear position, wanting to tell them that he is not easy to mess with.

"No, no, no, it's indeed what we did. You don't have to shirk us, and we're not happy at all. These explosions are prepared for you. Unfortunately, they were not able to blow you up. It seems that you still have some strength."

Weize used his long sword to play a fancy trick, then aimed it at him, without any concealing hostility. The new enemy appeared surprised him, but this added a bit of chance of winning in his turn.

"My people are tied up by you. These things on the ground are our spoils, and the ore in your hands is also ours. Do you think we can let go?"

"Do you know the Mandela ore?" The Dark Elf was obviously a little surprised. He always thought that this group of people did not know this ore that could create artifacts. He was not surprised in the underground world where intelligence and knowledge are generally low. After all, not every race is as excellent as their Dark Elf.

"It turns out that it is called Mandela Ore. It seems that this underground world is really a big treasure. It is so easy to encounter good things." Weize couldn't help but talk again when he heard the enemy's words.

The dark elf didn't know how to take this stupid man's words. Does he have any misunderstandings about the underground world? Do you think such a treasure can be picked up at will? Why would he spend so much energy to seize it?

Before he could say what he thought again, the enemy's sword came to him. Although Weize, who was in a semi-transformed state, did not have much bonus, he was able to use his most exquisite sword skills.

The dark elves had obviously never seen such swordsmanship. They came to him in the blink of an eye and attacked his neck, but his sensitive elf talent saved his life, and his flames of fear and anger burned in his mind.

"Go to die, you ratmen's dry food." The red crystal of the scepter turned brown again. Under the light, huge rocks kept falling from the empty holes and smashing them towards Vizevika and the others.

Vika's rapid-fire pistol attacked the dark elves holding the scepter, but they were blocked by the sudden appearance of the stone wall.

"Fear me, fear my spells." The dark elves looked at the two of them with some expectations. The dark elves' spell inheritance is the most complete in the entire underground world. These spell inheritances from ancient times are not comparable to those races that can only dig out ruins, he thought in his heart.

This is the pride of the dark elves, and it is just the reason why they are self-confidence. Even though they have been suppressed by rats on the battlefield, even the dwarves cannot suppress them.

But these spells are indeed mysterious and powerful in the eyes of all races, and are not comparable to ordinary racial shaman tricks, but this is only in the underground world.

The two brothers from the Wizard Continent have long been used to the spells of powerful wizards. They have experienced them much more powerful than these. The experience of dealing with wizard spells in the Tyrell thief group is no longer a special thing.

Weize applied a layer of mitril magic potion on the sword, and Vika replaced it with a low-level magic bullet. These alchemy items produced by Tyrel are all powerful tools to deal with low-level spells and low-level wizards.

"Let you taste my terrifying thorn." The dark elves who were still immersed in their own magic did not notice the changes in the enemy and their proficient response skills. In his eyes, they were just two powerless people who were chased by their own fallen rocks.

This time, facing the enemy's attack, he used his scepter to emit a brown light and used the earth wall to resist the attack, but this time it was not as successful as he expected. The bullets and long swords easily shattered his spell defense.

He was quickly divided into several pieces and fell into a pool of blood. He didn't understand how he could be defeated by them until he died. You must know that this earth wall defense is a spell that even a brute force of a Minotaur can't be defeated by dozens of axes.

Weize took back his Mandela ore from the pool of blood, and also seized the enemy's scepter and skillfully touched the corpse.
Chapter completed!