A dense crowd appeared within Zhang Xiao’s mental power. They formed a semicircular circle surrounding the two of them. Now the gaps on both sides of the back are rapidly closing, and it won’t be long before the two of them will fall into the jar. The bastard here, even if Zhang Xiao left the werewolf to run alone, it would be very difficult.
"What's the matter?" Looking at Zhang Xiao, who was standing still with his brows, the werewolf Amp didn't know what had happened but realized that the situation was very bad.
"We are surrounded!" Zhang Xiao looked at the darkness in the distance. There were several mentally powerful existences in the crowd surrounding them. If you want to come, they must be high-level mages.
"Then you go quickly and I will hold them. With your skill, they will not be able to stop you." The werewolf said to Zhang Xiao anxiously, and the two-meter-high body stood in front of Zhang Xiao.
Zhang Xiao looked at the generous body of the werewolf standing in front of him, and began to have a good impression of the straight werewolf mercenary. Even a weak werewolf wouldn't leave his companion to escape alone, so he wouldn't do it.
Zhang Xiao smiled slightly: "No, let's fight side by side!" After speaking, he took the spear and stood beside the werewolf.
"Okay, let us fight side by side. To be able to fight with a strong man like you, even if I die, I will feel extremely honored." The werewolf swept away his previous weakness and straightened his burly body, although he was still locked up. His hands are still full of indomitable momentum.
Not long after, the surrounding crowd appeared in the vision of the two and stopped fifty meters away, before Zhang Xiao could see each other's face clearly.
They are about 1.7 meters tall and slender. They wear light armor made of unknown animal skins. They have bare legs and arms. Their long black hair is neatly tied behind their heads, and nearly half of them are in the hands. Holding the longbow, the arrow was wound and pointed at Zhang Xiao and the werewolf. The other half carried a thin sword in their hands, and the sword was out of its sheath reflecting the red light on the lava river in the distance.
"What kind of race are they?" Zhang Xiao asked the werewolf beside him. These people have the same black hair and eyes as him. If it weren't for their black skin and pointed ears, it means that they are a completely different race from Zhang Xiao. Zhang Xiao thought they were ghosts that came out of the dark.
"They should be blood elves." The werewolf explained to Zhang Xiao. Although he felt that a mage should be more knowledgeable than himself, he didn't care. "I heard that they were a race that was exiled to the ground three thousand years ago."
Zhang Xiao, who has not studied so many races in this world, certainly doesn't know what blood elves are, but he also doesn't care about who he is. The situation is not optimistic now, and it is really not the time to study each other's race.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my territory and kill my people?" A male blood elf holding a black scepter came out more and more, walking to a place ten meters away from the two of them, angrily Asked. Zhang Xiao noticed that he was one of the powerful wizards in the crowd, at least at the level of a great wizard.
"We are passing mercenaries. We were chased by monsters and broke into here inadvertently. There is no malicious intent. It was your people who shot us first. We are just to protect ourselves." Werewolf knew Zhang Xiao was not good at words and said first.
"Mercenary?" The blood elf mage took a few steps forward in confusion, and circled the two of them: "You are not half-orcs." The angry tone just now has calmed down a lot.
"We are not half-orcs, we are mercenaries on the surface. I am the werewolf mercenary Anpu, and this is the necromancer Dumar." Seeing that the blood elf mage's tone became much better, the werewolf said quickly.
"What? Your surface? This is impossible!" The blood elf mage roared, his face filled with disbelief.
"Really, we are indeed on the surface." Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, the werewolf explained anxiously.
The blood elf mage looked at the two up and down again, and finally his eyes fell on the black spear in Zhang Xiao's hand.
"Show me your weapon." The blood elf mage commanded Zhang Xiao in an unquestionable tone.
Zhang Xiao was very disgusted with the tone of the other party's commands, his bones were full of rebellion, and he wanted to hand over his weapons. If the other party's tone was better, he would accept it.
He stared at each other with angry eyes, and the other side treated him with contempt, and the temperature between the two suddenly rose.
Seeing that the momentum was wrong, An Pu gently pushed Zhang Xiao with his body. Zhang Xiao looked at the werewolf beside him, then glanced at the dense crowd of blood elves not far away, and threw the spear in his hand to the ground.
The blood elf mage didn't care about Zhang Xiao's attitude, picked up the black Titanium spear and looked around carefully.
"Wood, this is really made of legendary wood." The blood elf mage was as surprised as he saw a peerless baby, muttering in his mouth.
"You are captured, now follow me." The blood elf mage, who had determined the identities of the two men, waved his hand majesticly and turned and walked towards the crowd.
"I'm sorry!" The werewolf Anpu looked at Zhang Xiao's eyes full of guilt.
"Nothing!" Zhang Xiao said indifferently. Isn’t the weapon taken away? Although it is a weapon refined by myself, this spear is no different from a normal weapon. At most, it has a soul-swallowing effect. The ribs can only play this role on the hands, and other people can only use it as an ordinary spear.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiao looked at the darkness in the distance. The small ribs have not yet come back, but it’s still not coming back. If they come back, they might be knocked into bone meal by these blood elves. After all, a lot of little things have been killed. Blood elves.
Seeing Zhang Xiao looking towards the darkness in the distance, the blood elf mage said with a slightly sarcasm: "You'd better be honest, don't expect your little skeleton to come back to save you, I have sent fifty clans. The elites of China have gone to deal with it. I believe you will see the skeleton soon, but at that time it must not be able to run so fast. Hehe!"
Zhang Xiao sneered in his heart, trying to catch the windy but weird little ribs, those blood elves only deserve to eat ashes behind.
After walking for half an hour, Zhang Xiao and the werewolf were taken to a village built of rocks. Here, Zhang Xiao was also locked with his hands, but the shackles that locked him were much more exquisite than those of Werewolf Amp. Zhang Xiao carefully tried the strength of the shackles, and even with five layers of skill, they still couldn't be broken. It can be seen that the shackles are also made of alloy, which is stronger than the cast iron on the werewolf hand.
A large team of blood elves was stationed here, and the blood elves mage led a hundred blood elves warriors with Zhang Xiao and the werewolf to move forward.