Scales of Eternal Order

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“Dada…sir.”

A sharp shout came from outside the stone chamber. A hobgoblin with a candle on his head cautiously walked to the door of the stone chamber and shouted inside.

“There was an earthquake just now and several goblins were killed. I just finished processing their bodies, look at…”

The hobgoblin said hesitatingly. He knew what those two drows were doing in the stone chamber, so he didn’t know if he reported that he was disturbing their Yaxing.

Silent silence.

The hobgoblin felt bad at once, he put a bone whistle in his mouth, clenched the teeth peeped into the stone chamber. Two Zall corpses entangled in his eyes, his eyelids jumped straight, and he quickly blew the bone whistle.

“Deep~Deep~Deep~”

The stern whistle sound traced slowly between the mine tunnels in the rock formations. Not only did the drow patrol wandering in the vicinity hear the alarm, but the patrols in other mine tunnels also received warnings.

The hobgoblin with a candle on his head, while blowing a bone whistle, ran into the depths of the mine without looking back. He is full of only a single thought: Run!

Feeling the sudden eruption of chaos in the underground mine tunnel, Marsh, hiding in the limestone layer, shook his head triumphantly, the rough scales and the rock layer rubbing against each other, bursting out a fire star.

He killed two drow elves, like pouring cold water into a pot of hot oil. Immediately, the entire underground world was inspired by him with a different kind of vitality.

Soon, those desert elf warriors who had entered the depths of the mines met head-on with the drow patrol team hurriedly searching for intruders. The drow hates all the elves that can survive on the surface, and the historical legend of the desert elves is also full of unforgettable hatred for this cousin who lives underground. They started hunting each other instantly.

Yes, the hunting is mutual.

Although these underground races led by the drow lag far behind the desert elves clans that are close to the Chamber of Commerce in terms of equipment, they are numerous. Moreover, because they live underground for a long time, these underground races are better at fighting in the mines than the desert elf warrior.

At first, the drow in the patrol team didn’t know the depth and rushed forward to kill those relatives on the surface. As a result, before they could get close, several drows were beaten into hornet’s nests by the desert elf’s long spear short cannons as soon as they met each other.

The drow elves of cunning immediately changed their tactics, either relying on the favorable terrain in the mines to resist steadily, and using the small chambers dug out by the kobold miners when they were quarrying stone to avoid the desert elves’ strong attack; or they drove away a large number of servants. The army launched a sea of ​​tactics against the desert elves, while the drow himself waited for opportunities in the servant army to launch a sneak attack.

Some drow patrols are also driving away spider spirits-in the city of drow, certain nobles are found committing crimes or offended a certain Great Family Mistress, then he or she will probably be imposed “Spiderization punishment”, the body will be implanted with the poison glands of the demon spider hunter, and then become a kind of half-human half-spider monster-launching fierce and unafraid of death on those desert elf warriors.

Of course, due to the characteristics of the drow race, the spider spirits are mostly male. Their lower body is as bulky as a tarantula, while their upper body is lean, their faces resemble spiders rather than drows, and their lower jaws have large exposed teeth that can secrete poison. These spider elves often use spell-like abilities to hide their bodies, quickly approach their opponents from the Celestial Grotto flower board, and then wield weapons such as heavy hammers and machetes and fall into the desert elves’ queue. Killing.

Not only do they have a thick skin like a demon in the sky, ordinary bullets can hardly kill them even if they are fired at close range, and as long as their attack injures the opponent, the wound will bleed immediately (as in After the “blood loss technique” spell is common), within the body will be invaded by toxins, and the body will gradually become paralyzed.

Apart from this, if the spider spirits are more flexible, then they can also awaken more brilliant spell-like abilities. One of the most common is the “chain of lightning”, a range-based group attacking ability spell. Those desert elf warriors, who were originally cautious, adopted group tactics in order to resist the crafty plots and machinations of drow. But when the chain of lightning strikes, they also have to spread out, so as not to be thrown away by the jumping chain of lightning.

Gradually, under the clever division of the drow, the desert elves warriors who went down to the mine to hunt and kill the ceremony have been unable to maintain the unified operation of the large forces. They were divided into groups of several squads, and the drow patrol team fought fierce guerrilla warfare in the well-connected mines.

Some desert elves who rely too much on guns, because the magazines were consumed too quickly and the bullets ran out, they could not rely on their own military force to resist the attack of the drow patrol, so they died tragically in the hands of the drow or the servants. Only those desert elf warriors who have actually worked hard to study martial skills in the normal way can resist less effortlessly at this time.

Marsh of the incarnation shark lizard beast hides in the rock formations. While using the vibrating senses to evaluate the performance of each desert elf warrior, he wonders whether he also helps them. After all, the purpose of this hunt is to select a more powerful desert elf warrior for the Chamber of Commerce, not to damage all of them in the underground mines.

“Help them,” a voice rang beside him.

Marsh was so scared that his scales spread, and he smelled a familiar smell of engine oil. “Yes,” the orc druid replied quickly. He opened his eyes and flicked around, but he still couldn’t find the one that made the sound.

……

A little deeper underground, the mine tunnels no longer exist, there are only huge caves dug out by unknown creatures. Since the kobold miners of the Longest Family Clan have not arrived here, there is no doubt that this place must be a tunnel excavated by the underground race driven by the drow.

A hobgoblin with a candle on its head quickly walked through the passage. This gray-skinned creature stood up as tall as an ordinary person. Its pointed ears were bent backwards, and it was wary with a pair of bright red eyes. Looking at all around.

There are candles above his head and the surrounding fluorescent purple mushrooms provide the light source. He doesn’t have to worry about getting lost in these tangled and complicated passages. It’s just that you have to be careful. After all, in Underground World, danger comes from all aspects.

Walking, the candle-head hobgoblin stopped abruptly, and his legs were slightly shorter than his body into a horse’s step. He raised the shield tied to his left arm, and blocked a deadly sneak attack from the top of his head-“clang”. The hobgoblin’s left arm was a little tingling, but he still raised his machete. His right hand, slammed upward.

The serrated blade is like slicing cooked rubber, which only caused severe pain to the sneak attacker, and did not chop off the “arm” that popped it off. However, to achieve this is almost the same. With the wisdom of caveman’s monster grabbing, it should have been able to judge that the idea is not suitable for food.

“Hoho,” the hobgoblin smiled. Through the dim light, he had seen a caveman with a dry and slender body, using two octopus-like arms to quickly climb away through the rock gap, and the danger was temporarily relieved. He walked further two or three hundred yards and found a grotto sealed with wooden planks, opened the door and pulled out a sturdy underground workhorse from inside.

The so-called underground workhorses are actually workhorses domesticated by the Snebli (underground gnomes) to pull ore. They are similar to horses, but their physique is stronger and stronger. There are natural horny folds on the horses’ hooves. They have strong grip, and adult underground workhorses can even run on rock walls that are almost perpendicular to the ground.

Leading this underground workhorse, the hobgoblin tightly tightened the clothes on his body and used a safety belt to secure himself to the saddle hook before climbing on the horse’s back. Because of the nature of the goblin race, he is actually a little afraid of horse animals. However, he also knew that he couldn’t rush back in time with his feet alone, so he had to brace oneself to report on horseback. Sitting on the horse’s back, he sat firmly, and he pulled the reins tightly. With a light shake, the underground workhorse ran farther down the passage “decently”.

It’s just that, what he doesn’t know is that a silhouette is always Not slow, Not fast adorned behind him. After two hourglasses, when the candle-head hobgoblin rode an underground workhorse into an underground mushroom forest, the silhouette walked out in the gloom. This “silhouette” is more than seven feet tall, and from time to time there will be a “click” sound similar to a mechanical bite during walking. However, the various underground creatures lurking in the mushroom forest, whether they were drow or some other hobgoblins with candle heads, seemed to have not heard them. Even if he walked past them, all these underground creatures turned on deaf ears.

This silhouette follows the path in the forest, step by step towards the depths of the fungus forest, as if in the back garden of his own house. As he hurried, he sometimes stopped to check the growth of purple mushrooms and other slime molds around him, and even reached out and broke some of them into his mouth to chew, as if tasting the taste.

gradually, he walked into the depths of the mushroom forest. There is no purple mushroom growing here, as if someone was forcibly digging a part in the mushroom forest. The spacious open space is covered with a layer of plates made of fluorite, emitting green rays of light in the dark. Many drow gathered here, seeming to be discussing something. Somewhat strangely, among those guys, there are actually two candlehead hobgoblins. One of them came to report on horseback, and the other candle-headed hobgoblin was wearing gorgeous clothes. He was taller than the former, and the candle head on his head was thicker and longer.

“Interesting…”

Seeing this weird scene-the drow looks down on any other underground races, especially when discussing important matters, it will never allow the existence of “bad species” like hobgoblins-Sneijder also He couldn’t help but let out a cry.

“Who!” The candlehead hobgoblin seemed to feel something, and suddenly stared at Sneijder.