Brian retracted his thoughts and looked at the battlefield.

The reason why he was able to get a brief trance was mainly because there were no opponents. With the addition of him and the sword mage, the melee gradually came to an end.

At this time, except for a female priest who was above the middle level, there were only four drow soldiers left in the drow force, and three orcs survived by chance.

Even the derro dwarf priests and the drow warriors who had rebelled for unknown reasons also eliminated their opponents and rushed towards the drow.

So the current situation has become that everyone who survived can't help but point their finger at the only five remaining drow elves.

"While there is still a chance, withdraw as soon as possible, don't be reluctant to fight."

Brian walked up to the sword mage, held down the hand she was about to raise, looked into the deep tunnel, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a rather solemn tone:

"I'm afraid the fighting here has been noticed by some powerful monsters. If we don't leave, it will be too late."

This place is not far from the cross tunnel of Fansi Trail, and Brian still vividly remembers the powerful purple insect he encountered when he passed there.

If their fight attracts the attention of purple insects, it is very likely that none of them will be able to escape.

Of course, he is definitely excluded.

"But...my Purple Dragon Seal Ring is still in her hand."

The sword mage glanced at Brian, hesitated, locked his silver-gray eyes on the drow priestess, and said in a soft tone, "Sorry, I can't leave yet, I have to take it back!"

Purple Dragon Seal Ring?

Brian looked stunned and looked at the sword mage thoughtfully. He considered it for a moment and smiled nonchalantly, "Then let's fight quickly, we don't have much time."

Hearing this, the sword mage looked at him intently, with a hint of gratitude in her cold eyes. She hesitated obviously for a moment, and finally swallowed back what she wanted to say.

"Hey! Two humans over there."

At this moment, a naked orc not far away shouted to Brian:

"I am the war chief from the Ice Shield Tribe at the Spine of the World. There are not many people left with this female spider. How about we work together to kill her?"

After saying that, the orc warchief immediately stepped on the corpse of a swamp bearman at his feet and pulled out the sharp ax embedded in the flesh. The blood spurted out and splashed all over him. The bloody look looked particularly oozing.

"It turns out to be the great chief Bingdundun. Your proposal is not bad." Brian responded with a mocking tone and smiled, "I accept it."

As a wizard, he naturally knows the role of psychological warfare.

In this kind of tense and exciting battle, the more comfortable and relaxed you are, the greater the enemy's mood swings will become.

Sometimes, you can often get miraculous effects that determine the situation of the battle.

At this moment, after hearing these words, the pretty ebony face of the drow priestess had become distorted with anger.

"fart!"

The orc's roar echoed in the tunnel, "I am the chief of the Iceshield clan, not Bingdundun. If you agree, then we will kill this female spider together and then go our separate ways."

Brian glanced at the other person with the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

Because this orc has no intention of taking action at all.

There is no doubt that they want to use him as cannon fodder, or sneak away quietly while they are fighting.

"This is a good suggestion."

The dirty and black Derro dwarf played with a short sword in his hand. Together with the silent drow, he came to Brian's side and said with a smile, "I agree. Let's kill the mother of Ancient Orens City together."

spider."

"well......"

A deep sigh came from the dark corner of the tunnel, "Violence will only breed violence. Hatred has taken root in people's hearts. Isn't there something that can..."

"Shut up!"

"Little fish man, shut up!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

…………

Three angry scolds interrupted the sigh almost at the same time.

Brian saw that among the three interrupters, in addition to the orc warchief and the derro dwarf, there was also the drow warrior with a very low sense of presence.

It can be seen from this that the Kuo-Toa prisoners have probably had enough of his brainwashing.

He subconsciously looked back at the Kuo-Toa who came out of the shadows.

I was immediately surprised to find that this little fish man wearing only coarse linen clothes had eyes as calm as water and his steps were light and steady, giving people a feeling of being weathered and seeing through everything.

A kuo-toa who takes up the monk profession.

Brian guessed his identity.

Then he stopped paying attention to this guy who preached pacifism and immediately focused his attention on the front.

Facts prove.

‘Villains’ usually die from talking too much, and this is absolutely true.

After a few short exchanges, the drow immediately had a rare moment of respite.

Brian's vigilant eyes had noticed that the priestess suppressed the anger in her heart and began to quietly accumulate strength.

He looked at the sword mage next to him, asking her to be more alert, and then shouted to the orc not far away:

"Big Chief Bingdundun, didn't we agree to kill this female spider together, why don't you do it. Is this the fighting style of your Spine Orcs? No wonder you can only be driven to the barren land by the dwarves and elves.

The mountains are shivering."

Brian made the final addition, "An orc warchief who has lost his power and glory is simply degrading Gruumsh. I can't stand it anymore."

In this world dominated by gods, if you want to ridicule someone, there is nothing more practical than making fun of the gods they believe in.

"Don't worry, Gruumsh has lost one eye a long time ago." The Zedi Ursine looked at the orc warchief provocatively, grinned and laughed:

"How could a blind orc see such a cowardly behavior by the great chief from the Bingdundun clan? After all, even he himself is not ashamed."

"Hahaha..." the Derro dwarf laughed exaggeratedly.

"Fuck you! Shut up!" The orc chief's eyes flashed with anger and he roared:

"I am the Spine Mountain Range of the World, the most powerful orc tribe under the command of the King of Arrows, Bing Dundun... Bah! I am the chief of the Ice Shield clan. Under the witness of Gruumsh, today I

All shame will be washed away from this female spider!"

——"Higher Fury!"

Along with the wild roar, the orc chief's already extremely powerful body began to expand rapidly.

Terrifying muscles and ferocious veins emerged, followed by bursts of crackling explosions. The bones in his body grew higher one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, until he turned into a behemoth over 3 meters tall.

Berserkers are outstanding combatants. Generally, warriors rely on good training, but Berserkers possess powerful berserker power.

When going berserk, they become stronger, better able to strike opponents and withstand attacks.

At the same time, the drow priestess who was accumulating strength ignored the furious orc warchief and sneered coldly and viciously, "You despicable lower races, all of you, go to hell!"

——"Blessing from the Demon Spider!"

As the priestess chanted the spell high-pitched, a circle of emerald blue flames appeared around the four drow warriors. As the flames weakened, the heads of these drow warriors strangely transformed into spider heads at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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Chapter completed!