Because of Qin Lun's disappearance, the members of the exploration team have not rested since they wiped out the drow elves. When they retreated to the original entrance of the tunnel, everyone could no longer hold on, and even the apostles fell into a deep sleep as soon as they closed their eyes.
When everyone woke up, another day and a half passed. After a quick meal, Elistine sent them back to the other side of the underground ditch again, and she, Gilliam, Idriya, and Mustasha would continue to stay in the In the pit, while monitoring the gray dwarves, he looked for Qin Lun's trace.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that they each achieved the mission goals, the dwarves and the apostles were very happy, and the pace of their return seemed particularly brisk. It's just that when they returned to the maze fortress, this happy mood disappeared.
After the previous battle, the Minotaur told the dwarves about the organ portal leading directly to the fortress hall, so that they didn't have to go too far when passing through the plain.
When the dwarves came to the hall of the maze again through the straight road, they were immediately stunned by the tragic scene in front of them. The hall that had been cleaned up was now filled with the remains and blood of the Minotaur. This time, even the young Minotaurs were not spared.
Hill saw at a glance the little minotaur that had pointed Qin Lun to the expedition team. It was kneeling on the ground with nothing above its neck, and its hands were deliberately folded on its lap, holding its little head.
The big eyes that had been watery were now dead silent, staring blankly at the dwarves coming in through the rear portal.
"Moradin, what's going on here?" A dwarf ax thrower raised his head and pointed at the hall in shock, "Look up..."
During the last battle, the lava flame dragon launched by Romon and Rand collided with the time and space magic of one of the drow priests, and a big hole was opened at the top of the hall.
Now there are only two remaining adult Minotaurs hanging from the edge of the big hole. Their limbs and heads were pulled into a "big" shape by chains, and their chests and abdomens were disemboweled. The white ribs open towards both sides, and with the collarbone as the axis, they open obliquely upwards, like a pair of strangely shaped bone wings.
The two Minotaurs face each other, their heads have been carefully processed, the skin and flesh on their faces have been shaved off, and their upper and lower jaws have been stretched apart.
Their skulls and horns, and even the canines, have been carefully cleaned without a trace of dirt sticking to them. The pale bull-headed skull drooped slightly, and the hollow eye holes made everyone feel palpitations after just one glance, and looked away.
"This is..." Looking at the two remains of the Minotaur imitating an angel, Rand shrank his pupils and looked at Hill.
"It's his work, no doubt about it." Hill sighed. "It seems like he beats us every time, and now I just hope..."
"Where are our people?" Just before Hill finished speaking, the shocked dwarves suddenly recalled something and screamed.
If the Minotaurs are in danger, the dwarves will definitely come to their aid. One of these two races is a chaotic neutral camp, and the other is a lawful good camp, but they are really similar in character.
Most of them are bold and unruly, informal, and honor their promises. Once they regard others as friends, they will definitely devote themselves wholeheartedly. The dwarves had rescued the Minotaur before, which was a kindness, but the Minotaur agreed to the dwarves camping next to the lair.
If the Minotaur were attacked, the dwarves would not sit by and watch, unless they too were dead.
However, the strange thing is also here, there is not any dwarf corpse in the hall.
Realizing this, the dwarves of the exploration team were so anxious that they could no longer calm down. They hastily restrained the body of the Minotaur, and then ran towards the scheduled outpost camp outside the Labyrinth Fortress with the apostles.
"The body of the Minotaur was made into that appearance, could it be a sacrificial ceremony?" Lolita, the female apostle of Weiss' team, asked softly.
"Do you mean that the drow elves have returned?" Weiss frowned. There are not many races that use sacrificial rituals in the dungeon, and the most likely one is the drow elves.
"But only three of those drow elves escaped in the end. Except for the priest who escaped through the portal, the other two were wounded. It's hard to imagine that they have the ability to kill these bull heads without alarming the dwarves." Strange." The shield guard Newton retorted cautiously.
"It's possible, you have to escape from the circle of thinking when you think about problems." Weiss shook his head lightly, "The group of drows really don't have the ability to destroy the remaining Minotaurs, but who knows that when they chased the defected dark The drow of the elves only have such a team?"
The others were taken aback for a moment, and they all came to their senses. The dark elf Raven did indeed say that they were not the only drow who escaped from the city of Obalanel. If the defectors were separated on the way, then there must not be only one team of pursuers.
"Head, do you think this matter has anything to do with the disappearing Qin Lun?" the black-robed mage Luo Meng asked while rubbing his chin.
"I can't think of a reason for him to do this!" Weiss' eyes flashed, he thought for a moment, and then shook his head, "He certainly can't kill so many minotaurs by himself, and if he wants to switch to the drow camp , the task rewards that are about to be handed at the moment are gone... "
"That's right!" Romon shrugged. If he wanted to find a root cause for what the apostles did, the only word would be interests. The exploration team has not returned to the surface with Lorraine and Gilliam, and the mission is not yet completed. It must be thankless for Qin Lun to change sides at this time.
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The exploration team and the apostles came to the plain on the right side of the labyrinth fortress with trepidation, which was the location of the camp that Gilliam had reserved. Just seeing a row of simple fences from a distance, everyone's hearts sank.
Even after a long distance, they could already smell a strong smell of blood. The dwarves took the lead in speeding up, overtook the apostles, and ran into the camp as if flying, but there was a mournful roar immediately.
Weiss and the others who were still outside the camp immediately sank. If the dwarves in the camp also die, they must turn back. Without one of Lorraine and Gilliam, even if they returned to the surface camp, they would not be able to complete the mission.
The return of Lorraine and Gilliam to the camp is the basic condition for Broken Starry Sky to acquiesce in the completion of this task.
Fortunately, when they searched the camp, they found that there were few dwarf corpses, among which Lorraine and the other two dwarf warriors were missing. Now, even Weiss couldn't figure out what happened here.
"It's Drow. Not long after they left, Chad's blood is still hot!" A dwarf jumped up from the ground, picked up his ax and ran out of the camp like a wind. run away.
"Captain, should we go back or follow the dwarves." Romon scratched his scalp and asked.
If he went back, Gilliam would definitely not be able to stay in the mine under such circumstances. According to Weiss' stable personality, he originally wanted to choose this way, but Hill's subsequent words made him dismiss this idea.
Hill advised him that the group of dwarves in front of him are all elites. If they just sit back and watch them be killed by the drow elves, then after meeting Gilliam, except for the monkeys who escorted the dark elves and Qin Lun who disappeared, they will only be left There are six apostles and four plot characters.
If the drow elves were persistent and kept chasing and killing them, with so little power left, they might be wiped out.
Hill's words made sense, and Weiss had to let everyone keep up with the impulsive dwarves, lest they be caught off guard by the drow elves lurking somewhere.
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On an underground cliff about half a day away from the dwarf exploration team, a group of drow warriors spread out into an arc-shaped defensive circle, protecting two female elves in priestly robes, and many patrolling lizardman knights could be seen outside. .
This is a green-skinned monster riding a monitor lizard. It is about two meters tall, with a strong flat tail trailing behind it. Snake letters are spit out from the upper and lower jaws with amazing bite force. The khaki vertical pupils are very snake-like. .
Lizardmen knights are one of the main units in the dungeon, and with the giant lizards they raise, their combat effectiveness is considerable. The scale armor on their surface is very strong, better than most leather armor made by humans and elves, the only weakness is that the fire resistance is relatively low.
This subterranean cold-blooded animal is covered with thick grease under the scales. Once the moisture on the surface of the body is dried, it will immediately become a human torch.
"Mother Wendini, do you really trust that surface elf?" Two drow female elves leaned together and whispered. asked the drow priest.
"Kirkna, haven't you seen him transformed?" The old priest's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "I didn't expect a demonized fallen hunter to appear in this area, with his appearance , other surface elves will not accept him."
"As for trust..." Wendini showed a meaningful smile, "Since he can help us encircle the Minotaur and the dwarves, then I believe he can help us continue to find those two damned traitors and blasphemers!"
"It seems that the Miranda family will get another excellent guest!" The petite female elf let out a burst of exquisite laughter.
"Your Honor?" Wentini sneered secretly. She admired what that man had done, but she didn't like his surface elf appearance. After this incident, and after she washes away the shame given by those dwarves, the silver-haired elf will naturally be sacrificed to the queen.
"I hope the Queen of God likes the rare breed of Demon Hunter!" Wentini thought of this, and looked up at the figure with silver hair hanging like a sculpture sitting on the edge of the cliff.
The silver-haired elf rested his chin on one hand and looked at the underground plain in the distance. A lazy smile was showing on his marble-like handsome side face. The flickering perception line of the silver clock in the right eye showed the expressions and lips of the two drow priestesses behind her on the retina without any errors.