"Bang--!"

After the muffled hammer sound, a Drow warlock beside Jaraso's side exploded without warning, and the splashed brain mass splashed him all over.

Jaraso couldn't understand. He clearly saw the warlock activate the "defensive ranged weapon" shield, and she was also using the stone skin technique and mirror shadow technique. She was fully prepared, but she was killed by a headshot in such an instant.

The mages and sorcerers in the team were named one by one, and their heads exploded one after another. These powerful spellcasters who control the power of magic have always been the most respected and arrogant among mercenaries. They died so simply and simply.

The mercenary group was blocked in this canyon, and suffered heavy casualties under the blow of unknown weapons. Those who were slightly inferior had already died, and the rest were strong people with special talents and outstanding abilities.

The drow elves are naturally warlike. The drows of the Jaraso Mercenary Group are all veterans on the battlefield. Although the casualties are over half, their morale has not collapsed. They have seen clearly the enemy attacking them, which are a group of gray dwarves holding strange "thunder sticks".

The Drows believe that as long as you break through the blockade of this group of cowards who only dare to hide on the cliff and use ranged weapons and kill them by their side, one or two Drows with superb martial arts can kill them all.

Under the leadership of Jaraso, the remaining dozen senior Drow warriors skillfully climbed up the rock wall. The steep cave stone walls were like ladders set up for them. They climbed like spiders climbing the walls. With the help of the raised stone edges on the rock walls as cover, they soon approached the guerrilla ambush positions.

However, a high-level warrior who was leading the way stepped on a circular stone plate. As soon as he moved his feet away, the stone plate exploded. The explosion broke his legs and the air waves pushed him down from the towering stone wall.

The Drow warrior, who was at level 18, screamed and danced his limbs in the air, and fell to the ground hard. In this battle, his head was broken without even waving a scimitar.

Jaraso's anger surged. He had never fought such a frustrating battle. The powerful mage and the warriors with excellent martial arts died so unknown. They did not fall in front of the powerful monsters, did not engage in an epic battle with the adventurers from the surface, and died at the hands of a group of lowly gray dwarves.

"Worms, maggots, you will pay the price of extermination for this!"

He roared and drew out the dagger. This sword had a permanent enchantment that "absorbs life". It constantly replenishes its physical strength in the battle. Jarasau wanted to use this dagger to kill all the gray dwarves one by one. With the support of the continuous replenishment of vitality, he could do it alone.

Jaraso rushed to the rock wall, and the gray dwarf holding the "Thunder Stick" was not overwhelmed by his crazy aura. A gray dwarf soldier installed a bayonet at the muzzle and rushed forward to him, turning a blind eye to the sword that struck him toward the head, and used a standard stabbing action, and the bayonet went straight to Jaraso's chest.

Jaraso grinned. He didn't stop because he was wearing excellent armor, and he also had a +3 protection ring and a +3 resistance ring. He had a very high defense level. The short sword in his hand could suck his life, so he was not afraid of the fighting style of life for life.

The dagger pierced into the shoulder of the gray dwarf warrior, and a stinging pain came from his chest. The bayonet did not pierce the armor, but only opened the mail and stabbed it half an inch. He was about to stab the dagger down and stabbed it down the gray dwarf's shoulder into his heart. A loud bang in the position of the knife in his chest. The severe pain followed. He threw down the life-sucking dagger in a daze, covered his wound, staggered back, lay on his back, and rolled down the cliff.

The gray dwarf's gun that stabbed him was loaded with a bullet. The bayonet could not be stabbed in, and the shoulder was severely damaged. The gray dwarf pulled the trigger in despair, and a bullet hit the mail that was broken by the bayonet. The explosive flames knocked the head of the mercenary to the ground.

Facing the rushing Drow warriors, the gray dwarves formed a bayonet-fighting formation and bravely fought. The gray dwarves loaded with bullets in the gun chamber were waiting for an opportunity to hit the gun, and once they had the chance to get the gun close, they pulled the trigger.

Following Jaraso's footsteps, eight drow warriors rushed up. They caused huge casualties to the gray dwarf guerrillas. Eleven gray dwarves fell under their swords. They were eventually shot several times, pierced with barbarian blades, and the last drop of blood was shed, and they fell to the ground and died.

Two hundred gray dwarves ambushed more than one hundred elite Zhe mercenaries, paying the price of 18 deaths in battle, and annihilated the enemy.

This is a record that has never been seen in the dark area for tens of thousands of years. In general, the drow elves can defeat the gray dwarf army ten times theirs. After this battle, this "common sense" was completely subverted.

After the battle, the Grey Dwarf guerrillas were not too excited, as if they had achieved such amazing results.

They cleaned the battlefield silently, took off magical equipment from the corpses of the dark elves, threw the corpses into the dug pit to bury them. The dwarves did these things silently, and only a few dwarves shed tears silently.

Drizzt did not participate in the battle. He led another team of reserves to fight not far from the battlefield and handed over the command to Lannod-Bronze Helmet without reservation. Bradro was training him, and he was training others.

From that book, he learned that the revolutionary cause is not the cause of one or two heroes. This cause requires countless revolutionary soldiers to go on one after another, and can only be successful after gaining widespread support from the people.

When they came to the gray dwarfs who were cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers stopped their work, stood attentively, and saluted him.

After Drizzt returned the gift, he walked to the corpse of the gray dwarf who died in battle. The victims had initially sorted out their appearance and arranged the corpses in a row.

The dark elf rangers could not see a trace of fear of death from the faces of the dead. They either looked peaceful, full of anger, or were determined and endured...

This is a group of soldiers who know "why fight". Maybe they each have their own reasons. This reason may be to hope that their sons and daughters will no longer be slaves, or they want to eat some good food and dress well, or they don't want to kneel down at the feet of the dark elves and beg for mercy...

No matter what these reasons are, they all die without regrets. The moment before their death, they knew that their comrades would avenge him and help him realize his dream.

Drizzt brushed the warriors' faces and closed their eyes. Some of the doubts that the Dark Elves Ranger had once had about whether to complete the capture of the city of Demon Sobrey completely dissipated.

He felt that Bradro was right. The capture of Demospur City was really just a small goal. After achieving this small goal, there were even greater goals waiting for him.

"So it's you, Drizzt Du'erden! Are you here to take revenge?"

Suddenly, a "corpse" of Drown moaned and called him. Drizzt looked in the voice, and the man climbed up with difficulty, covering his chest.

Drizzt recognized this man. He was Jaraso Banrui. The mercenary leader's chest was covered in blood and his wounds were hideous and terrifying. His exquisite magic equipment saved his life.

"No." Drizzt shook his head and said, "I am here to liberate this land."

"Liberation? Cough cough!"

Jaraso coughed blood: "What does that mean?"

"In words you can understand, it is to let Zoer stop enslaving any race, change the evil system that has been preyed upon by the weak for thousands of years, and establish a new order for everyone to be equal in the dark area."

Jaraso looked at him like he was looking at a madman. He endured the pain and laughed wildly: "Ah hahaha! Drizzt, you are more adorable than I thought! I really hope to see the new order you established, but I am afraid I won't live that day."

"not necessarily."

Drizzt shook his head and said, "The underground party army is a righteous army and a mighty army. We will not kill prisoners. Since you are not dead, we will even save you. But you better pray to Rose, praying that you are not an oppressor who can't forgive sins and blood feuds, otherwise you will not escape the judgment of the people!"
Chapter completed!