Andris swore that he had never encountered such a difficult enemy in thirty years since becoming a professional.

Frugal, fierce, and fatal.

As a former adventurer who was incorporated by the Soren Chamber of Commerce, he already felt that he was vulgar and scoundrel when fighting.

However, compared with the elves in front of him, he felt that he was so chivalrous before...

These screaming long ears rarely fight one-on-one head-on, and seem to have become accustomed to group fights.

Whenever Andris was about to break out of the encirclement, several elves rushed over to block him back...

He even heard their thrilling and excited shouts:

"Be careful! He's going to run!"

"Stop this little boss!"

"Fuck him!"

Andris:...

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start...

These elves are not only vulgar.

They are still very strong.

Very strong.

Just by fighting, Andris could detect the opponent's solid combat experience.

Not only are they very high in rank, but they also seem to have experienced countless battles.

Every move of Andris will be blocked by the elves just right...

Fighting with them gave Andris an illusion of facing the old mercenary leaders who had been wandering on the brink of life and death for many years.

However, Andris knew that such mercenaries could only be tempered by years of hard work in the sea of ​​swords and fires, and they would be selected from one in a hundred.

But these guys in front of you are not the mercenary leaders...

They are elves!

The most unsatisfied elves among the intelligent races who are recognized as the worst at fighting!

However, these elves who have been mocked by Andris in private countless times have now appeared in front of him in an unprecedented manner...

Fierce, cunning, crazy.

Even though he had learned from some news channels of the Chamber of Commerce that the elves mercenaries emerged from the underground war were strong, Andris did not expect that the other party would be so difficult to deal with.

However... these elves are not only strong in individuals, but also know how to cooperate very well.

They usually have five people as a small group.

There is always a hard bone in the group that is armed to the point where Andris can't find a place to cut...

This elf may not have strong combat power, but its ability to resist beating is simply terrible.

Whenever Andris intends to make a desperate attempt, this hard bone will take the initiative to stand up and block all his fatal attacks.

At most, the other party would squirt a mouthful of blood, and the next second he would immediately jump around and laugh and continue fighting.

When Andris's force has just been removed and the lower force has not been raised, the surrounding elves will seize the opportunity and rush forward...

Each of their moves greeted him at the most deadly and difficult to guard against.

However, the level of these elves is not bad at all.

Even many of their levels are not below Andris at all.

Such sudden attacks are very difficult to guard against when the strength has not yet been raised.

In almost every round of attacks, Andris will add new wounds to his body.

This almost completely trapped in a passive style made Andris feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

However, there are even more disgusting things.

Behind the elves who were besieging the hunting team were guys wearing priest robes.

Whenever an elves are injured, they will chant spells and perform magic tricks to treat them.

The magic in their hands was even more powerful than the pastors of the Eternal Church, and almost instantly achieved.

In Andris's cognition, the injury that had to be recuperated for at least ten days and half a month would be cured instantly after a holy light.

That terrifying speed of healing made Andris shocked.

As one goes up and the other goes down, there are no elves falling down, but there are fewer orcs and mercenaries following Andris...

As the battle continued, Andris felt his strength weaker and weaker, and even the wound on his body became a little numb.

"Elf! Do you dare to fight one-on-one?!"

He roared unwillingly.

However, Andris only received the grim smile of the elves.

That's right, grinning.

Andris had a hard time imagining the word that would appear on the elves.

But looking at their excited smiles with a little crazy face, and the cheers or regrets that they sigh whenever orcs and mercenaries are killed, the expression of not caring about killing and death makes Andris feel extremely horrible...

He has been on the mainland for more than 30 years and has seen too many people and too many races.

He has seen guys who like to fight, and he has also seen cruel guys.

However, among all the intelligent races he had seen, he rarely encountered guys as crazy as these elves in front of him.

Some people kill for wealth, while others kill for status.

However, the elves in front of them only had excitement and bloodthirst in their eyes.

They... are for enjoyment.

It seems that in their eyes, they are not enemies, but toys to gain happiness.

Andris had only seen similar expressions in those fanatical believers of evil gods and colored dragons who were teasing their prey...

At this time, Andris finally understood why these elves were called evil elves by the residents of the underground world.

But it's too late.

There were fewer orcs and mercenaries accompanying him, while there were more and more elves besieging Andris.

And if there is anything else that comforts Andris, perhaps the five elves that besieged him from beginning to end...

Although the later elves surrounded him, they did not take action.

If they had taken action, Andris would have died on the spot.

And just when Andris thought this was the elf's last conscience, he heard each other's conversation again.

"Why haven't you finished the fight yet? You guys are so slow, do you want to help?"

Not finished yet?

Andris was a little stunned.

He subconsciously swept the left and right, but was shocked to find that he was the only one left behind who was still fighting, and there was no human or a half-orc standing behind him.

For a moment, Andris felt cold.

And the elves' voices continue:

"There's no way, this person is a bit powerful... Don't steal the head! This is ours!"

"That's right, we've been fighting for a long time, don't grab experience!"

"Hey, I've been fighting for so long, brother."

"Is this an elf monster okay?"

Elf monster?

Is this talking about me?

Andris couldn't understand the words in the other person's mouth, but he had inexplicably felt insulted.

He wanted to roar and try hard again.

However, the transitional blood loss made him no longer have the strength...

"Okay, I have to thank you for not putting a few more fireballs, otherwise we will fall."

The Opti School joked.

"Get out! Clean up the battlefield!"

Xiao Xianmiao raised his staff and sucked his ass hard.

"Ouch!"
To be continued...