Blue Sword

On the 57th floor of Olin City, all the houses on both sides had their doors closed, and the streets were empty.

Relying on a small amount of power from the emergency generator, the powered street lights emitted a faint light. Asker walked quickly forward with his sword in hand, Medea following closely behind him.

"Is it really good to split it into three?" Medea said with a smile, "Aren't you worried that they will encounter crises that are difficult to handle on the 52nd and 30th floors?"

"After all, they have trained under me for so long, I have a minimum of confidence in them." Ask replied.

"Then why did you choose me to go with you alone?" Medea continued to ask.

Ask glanced at her and didn't answer.

Medea sneered in her heart. She knew that the other party was worried about her schizophrenia. If Medusa was released, an even more violent bloody storm would be caused in the city.

But what about trust between people? Do you trust them like this, but don't trust me alone?

She rubbed the ends of her burgundy hair and became angrier as she thought about it. She wished she could rush up to hug him immediately and then explode into the sky.

Continuing to walk, the two saw the corpses of a large number of combatants, first those of mercenaries, and then those of Spartans, mixed with the remains of some weird creatures.

The corpse of this creature has sharp ears that protrude horizontally outwards. The hair is extremely thick and messy like grass, and is tied with a metal ring at the back of the head. There are two pairs of eyes with four eyeballs, the irises are bright red, there is only one protrusion in the nose, and the mouth is like sharp teeth like sharks.

Dark Elves.

Different from the "beautiful humans with pointy ears" in fairy tales, the native elves in the world of "Iron and Fire" look like monsters that are neither human nor ghosts, and they are 100% reproductively isolated from humans.

Rather, the so-called "half-elves" are closer to the descriptions in fairy tales. They are the descendants of human individuals mixed with a small amount of elven genes through genetic engineering experiments in the Second Age. "Succubus bloodlines" like Medea are actually similar products.

"These are dark elves?" Medea thought thoughtfully.

"Something is wrong." Ask said, "The dark elves are an intelligent race that lives in the abyss. They have nothing to do with the demonic tide and should not appear here."

"Could it be said?" Medea immediately used her imagination, "There is a mysterious force taking advantage of the rising tide of demons to deliberately put these dark elves into the city in an attempt to achieve some ulterior purpose?"

"It's hard to say." Asik shook his head, "Did your conspiracy ability detect anything?"

Medea was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "No."

"Then, even if there is indeed the mysterious force you mentioned, its malicious intent is not directed at us." Asker said calmly, "We just need to clear out the enemies, and leave the rest to Olympia City to worry about."

"Shall we call the girls back?" Medea asked.

Since the radio equipment was destroyed during the rise of the demonic tide, only Medea's psychic ability is currently functioning. However, the communication range of her Psychic I is not wide.

If you want to call other people back, it will definitely take a long time.

"No need." Ask said, "It's just dark elves, they should be able to deal with them."

"Besides, I can't keep protecting you like this."

"I'm so touched." Medea said half-truthfully, "My heart is pounding."

"Stop your girly heart," Ask said, "There is a battle ahead."

Medea quickly looked forward and discovered that amidst the clash of swords, several Spartan warriors retreated from the darkness, led by Rudasius.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, as if the upper and lower jaws of a giant beast were chewing crazily.

"Ask!" Ludasius saw Ask and Medea, and immediately roared a warning, "Get closer to me! These monsters are good at launching sneak attacks from the dark! And the weapons are highly poisonous and can cause bloodshed. fatal!"

"Okay." Ask said this and motioned for Medea to follow.

The two of them gathered with the three Spartans and saw a monster rushing out of the darkness.

Those were living dark elves, there were about seven or eight of them, and they quickly formed an interception formation.

Their nerve-like hair swayed in the air, as if they were secretly communicating with each other, and their four scarlet eyes rolled around in their sockets.

The hands, which were as dry as the claws of an old dove, were holding two extremely sharp knives. The blades had a bluish-red sheen, and one could tell at a glance that they had been tempered with poison.

"Thug-Ro-Chusta'ka!" These dark elves grinned and roared in a strange language.

Thug-Ro-Chusta’ka, slave or die. In the forum in his previous life, Asik also knew a little bit about the Dark Elf language.

So that means these dark elves are here to plunder slaves? Are you kidding me, going to the largest human supernatural city in the world, where even the city owner is a demigod, to rob slaves?

Ask pondered for a while and asked Rudasius:

"Where are your people?"

"The rest were all killed in the battle." Rudasius said, "The poison on these guys' weapons is very powerful. If they are scratched, they will immediately fall into coma and die. Be careful."

The team was almost wiped out. Only the Spartans could describe this matter so lightly.

In the previous game, in order to hone his skills in the Nine Star Styles, Ask also went to the city-state of Sparta for further training, and he had a good impression of these simple and straightforward warriors.

At this time, almost all the people who saw the opponent were killed in the battle. Asik felt a little emotional and couldn't bear it, so he suggested:

"Or you can leave first and leave these monsters to us."

"Hey!" Medea didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of compassion do you have!

"Sparta will never turn its back on the enemy." Rudasius replied decisively.

"Even if you die in battle?" Asked.

"Even if you die in battle." Rudasius raised his sword.

"Okay." Asik sighed.

Spartans have such a temper that they will never avoid fighting, and he has known it for a long time.

But to be honest, it was much easier for him to fight these monsters alone than to fight in a team with NPCs. After all, the latter had to distract themselves from protecting these teammates.

If these dark elves are the same as the settings in the previous game, they should be dressed as apprentice swordsmen, and they are the third level of the dark elf clan society.

Dark Elf trainee swordsmen, those who can come out to the main plane to raid slaves are generally Lv.3, which is similar to the level of these Spartans. The sequences they possess are "Sharp Weapon I", "Dodge I" and "Intuition I" .

If you later advance to the second level of official swordsman, you may choose to take "poison", "weakness" or "shadow" sequence potions depending on your profession.

Because they are good at combat skills and stealth assassinations, and in the dark environment where there is a blackout in the city and visibility is extremely insufficient, the current dark elf trainee swordsmen have almost restrained the Spartans' macho fighting style to death.

However, for today's Asker, their assassination skills are completely inadequate.

After all, he is a professional player who can leapfrog and kill the assassin in white.