The battle broke out in an alley not far ahead, and the three of them arrived at the scene in less than a minute.

A male Zoer holding a double sword was facing two similar attacks. A purple flame was burning on his body, but with a little observation, you could see that the flame did not cause any damage, but made him particularly conspicuous in the dark. In addition to the opponent fighting him, there were seven or eight enemies on the eaves on both sides of the street, one of whom was condescendingly observing the progress of the battle.

There were already three dark elves corpses lying on the ground, with thin and long wounds on their bodies. It can be seen that the besieged Zoer is definitely not a weak hand, but judging from his tough support, he may not be able to hold on for long.

"Kamon!" As soon as Akshian saw the dark elf, he immediately shouted, "We'll help you!"

Needless to say, Lancero and Bruto immediately rushed forward with their weapons. The human knight was the fastest. When he rushed behind one of the drow elves, the enemy turned around before he even came. A lightning-like shoulder-throw slash accurately hit the drow's back neck. Before the mail made of elixirs stuck the sword blade, the dark elf had already died of his spine being cut off.

Another Drow warrior witnessed the death of his companion, but subconsciously stabbed the dagger in his left hand, trying to seize the opportunity that Lancero's weapon was stuck by his companion's corpse.

However, he forgot that there was another threat around him. Kamoen could still hold on with one against two, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity to be distracted by his opponent. The two swords swung out quickly like two cobras, and the sound of three metal collisions almost connected, and the short sword guarding in front of him had been swept away.

The Drow warrior turned his head and saw a white light penetrated into his chest, drilling into the gap in his armor, and then immediately pulled back. He didn't feel any pain, but felt a cold hole on his body, and his life was quickly lost from that hole.

The Drow warrior fell down weakly and lay in his pool of blood.

"You are good at it." Lancelo greeted Kamoen, whose purple flame was gradually extinguishing.

"Thank you, so do you." Assassin Dowel pointed his bare forehead and rushed out again.

Bruto's speed was a little slower, and at this moment he was stopped by the dark elf warrior who jumped from above. Several short swords stabbed at the dwarf at the same time, some blocked by his shield, some opened by his hammer, but more of them touched his body, leaving wounds of varying depths between the gaps in the armor.

But such injuries could not stop an angry dwarf. Bruto let out a roar and rushed towards an enemy who was swinging his sword at him. The latter had no time to dodge and was hit by Bruto, who was only one head shorter than himself and more than twice as much weight. He immediately flew backwards and fell heavily on the wall on the street and fainted, with more than a dozen holes of all sizes on his body.

Bruto, who succeeded in one blow, let out a burst of laughter. He turned around with a violent move and was about to charge towards the next target, but a sudden rain of arrows interrupted his movements.

They were the dark elves who were still on the eaves, holding short crossbows in their hands, skillfully loading and preparing for the second round of launch.

There were also several arrows flying towards Lancelo, but they were all knocked away by him, while Kamoen used his cloak to sweep away all the threatening arrows. At this time, two silver arcs lit up, and immediately two Drow elves who were focused on loading screamed and fell from a high place.

One of them had a feather arrow in his eye socket, which broke his neck when it landed, and there was no movement on the spot; the other was penetrated by an arrow and completely lost its combat effectiveness.

This is Akshian's move. The elf's movements are not as fast as Lancelo, but the ranger's training gives him the ability to aim quickly. As long as the enemy is not too far away, he can launch continuous attacks at an extremely fast frequency, and the bow's firing rate is faster than the crossbow that needs to be loaded. Akshian suppresses several enemies with one person's strength.

Although the number of opponents was superior, the situation seemed to be reversed instantly with the strong personal combat power of Lancelot.

"Stand up for me! You trash!"

Accompanied by a cold and ruthless female voice, the grayish white light suddenly lit up above, and all the seriously injured enemies stood up again except those who were dead. The wounds on their bodies healed quickly under the action of the magical magic, and the faces showed a hideous expression of ecstasy and anger.

That Drow Priestess! Lancelot felt annoyed. He knew that the women of the Drow Elves were more dangerous. They had power and martial arts no less than men, and they also mastered the divine power given by the Spider God Queen. However, because of his inappropriate knight spirit, he did not choose to attack the Drow Priestess as soon as possible, which led to the original good situation falling into a passive position.

A trace of harshness flashed in Lancelo's eyes. It would be enough to make the same mistake once, not to mention that there is still a chance to make up for it now.

"I'll leave the others to you!" Lancelow shouted to his friends, "I'll get the caster!"

"Okay!" Bruto responded loudly. His opponent was dodging the dwarf's attack with fancy steps. Unexpectedly, Bruto suddenly threw the hammer out and smashed the dark elf's legs into a strange angle.

The dwarf cheered, and a hungry tiger pounced on his food, rubbing his already crippled enemy with his armor covered with blades and spikes.

Aksian and Kamoen stood together. The former used longbow to continuously fire deadly arrows, while the latter used double swords to ensure that no enemy could get close to his Ranger companion. Their cooperation was very skillful, and it was probably not the first time they did this.

Lancelo knew that his friends could take good care of him, so he took a big step and rushed towards the tower where the priestess was. The moment he was about to hit the wall, the human knight jumped and rushed from below toward the robe-clad enemy, like a cat pounced on a butterfly.

The target he locked was not panicked by the sudden threat. The priestess waved his left hand and the few drow men guarding her rushed out like marionettes, blocking their weapons, or physical bodies on the way forward of the human knight.

She touched a spider-patterned emblem on her chest, activated the floating technique on it, slowly rising towards the sky, and began to recite complex spells in her mouth, and her hands also made mysterious gestures in the void.
Chapter completed!