It was clearly the other party that broke into the encirclement, but the faces of these dark elves changed drastically immediately, and in an instant they had a strong sense of crisis that "we are surrounded by him".
One elf raised his two swords in front of him, trying to attract his attention, but his feet were daggers on the ground, intending to escape immediately when he saw the situation was not good. The other elf approached him quietly from behind, pulled out the dagger at his waist and tried to stab him in the back.
Ask held up his long sword and thrust it forward, using the Nine Star Styles to sharpen it. The tip of the sword passed through the gap between the two swords without a millimeter's error and pierced into the dark elf's throat.
The elf who was stabbing in the back felt a chill in his heart and quickly pushed the dagger forward. Suddenly, a black muzzle of a gun appeared in his sight.
Bang.
Ask still maintained the posture of lunging forward, but the muzzle of a gun suddenly extended from under his right armpit, spraying gun flames backwards.
The bullet seemed to have eyes and hit its forehead, breaking the dark elf's neck. The whole body was pushed backwards by the force.
Seeing that it had no chance of winning, the remaining dark elf suddenly stiffened up - it bit the poison in its dentures and immediately fell to the ground and died.
Ask looked back and saw that the Spartans, with the help of Medea, finally killed the remaining dark elf.
"Tandanios, hold on!" Rudasius rushed to a wounded Spartan warrior and helped him quickly remove his damaged arm armor.
The warrior's arm was scratched in the previous battle, and the flesh around the wound was already blue and purple, obviously caused by the dark elf's poison.
"It should be some kind of acute neurotoxin. The trouble is, there is no doctor here." Ask picked up a poisoned blade on the ground, examined it and said, "You can cut open his wound. There is a certain probability that the poisonous blood can be discharged, but if the detoxification fails, the best outcome is spinal nerve paralysis, and he will become a disabled person."
"The other option is to cut off his arm, which will save his life. Whichever option you choose, do not delay for more than ten minutes."
"Tandano, what is your choice?" Rudasius asked cautiously.
The Spartan warrior named Tandanio did not say a word. He just gritted his teeth, raised his injured left arm, and swung his right hand with force.
The severed arm fell to the ground and rolled for a few times. His face turned as pale as gold paper in the severe pain. He clenched his teeth and said nothing.
Another Spartan took out a bandage and a stick from his waist bag and tried to stabilize his broken arm and stop the bleeding.
"That won't stop the bleeding." Rudasius said this, picked up the greatsword from the ground, and heated it on the burning dark elf's corpse.
"Press it on the broken arm to burn the wound." He said calmly to the Spartan next to him, "By the way, put something in his mouth to prevent him from biting off his tongue."
The Spartan next to him stuffed the broken arm armor into his mouth. Rudasius said, "Bear with it," and pressed the red sword hard on his wound.
Tandano, who had no expression even though his arm was broken, suddenly had a look of pain on his face. He was sweating profusely and trembling all over.
Fortunately, in just two or three seconds, the wound was burned black and hardened. Rudasius threw away the sword, while Tandario supported the ground with one arm, spit out the arm armor, and gasped for breath.