I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 183 Mutation
The separated Zhuoer squads roared at the air, while the main force was locked in a fierce battle.
More than 20 Drow warriors scattered and rushed toward their mission targets, while the Drow priests were exchanging spells with Moonflower, the sounds of spell counters echoing frequently in this once quiet and peaceful suburb.

"Your Highness, please teleport to Yarakh quickly." The Sun Elf, barely managing to squeeze out a moment while casting a counterspell, said, "As long as you are safe, it will be easier for us to fight or retreat."

Moonflower shook her head and took a moment to release a magical flame into the sky: "If I leave, you won't be able to hold out for long. We're not far from the academy, and they will definitely come when they see the distress signal. We just need to hold on for a few minutes."

The Sun Elf didn't argue further; the opponent's spell combination required her to concentrate on identifying which spells needed to be countered, and she no longer had the energy to discuss these matters.

They were already outnumbered, and if Yuehua left, the situation would likely collapse instantly. Saying these things was just to reassure her so she could leave with peace of mind.

But since her prince has made up his mind not to leave, she will do everything in her power to stop all these damned fallen races and let these subterranean elves who think they have pure blood know why they were the defeated side in the Crown War!
Two heavily armored elven guards stood firmly in front of their posts, showing no panic in the face of the attacking group. They stood three meters apart, protecting the two spellcasters behind them as much as possible, with multiple dazzling magical lights shining on their armor.

The massive, radiant halberd sliced ​​the drow warrior in two, armor and all, but the acid bottles hurled by the drow also dimmed the magical glow on their armor.

They have too many enemies. Even though many drow are no match for them in one-on-one combat, their numbers and ruthlessness have erased their disadvantages and even put them in a winning position.

Fortunately, as a transparent wind wall appeared on the flank of the team, the insidious arrows seemed to lose power and suddenly flew extremely slowly when they were a few meters in front of them. After the arrows were reinforced with group protection, the crossbow bolts that barely penetrated the wind wall could not even penetrate their cloaks.

But with a command to dispel the magic, the wind wall that had been hastily erected vanished into thin air.

A three-meter-tall wind elemental suddenly appeared above them, roaring as it charged towards the drow elves' position. The sudden storm successfully shredded two drow in front of it, but as a voice 'expelle' fell, a beam of light carried the behemoth away and disappeared.

"Your Highness, I'm running low on spell slots." The sun elf was covered in sweat, his elven curved blade having repelled a drow. To single-handedly counter two spellcasters of similar level while also engaging in melee combat was an impossible task for any mage. "You retreat first. I estimate reinforcements will arrive soon."

With a flick of her finger, Moonflower caused a drow warrior to suddenly glaze over and plunge his greatsword into his comrade's chest: "Just do what you're supposed to do!"

As they were speaking, a stone wall suddenly appeared at the feet of the elven guards and drow warriors. This sudden change startled the guard, and the shaking ground and lack of preparation caused her to lose her balance and fall from the three-meter-high stone wall. On the other hand, the drow warriors were prepared and simply swayed as they threw their prepared Loss's Tendons at the two guards from their high position.

This blocked the path of another guard to provide support, and also interrupted the efforts of the guard who was struggling to get up. As several Drow warriors jumped down, blood splattered.

With nearly half the casualties, there was finally substantial progress. A joyful smile bloomed on the Drow priestess's lips: "Two minutes left. Capture that white-haired goblin, and kill the rest on sight!"

She then looked at the drow mage beside her and said, "I see that the elven mage is out of spell slots. Mother gave you two Chain Lightning Scrolls, right? Use the remaining one on them."

The mage was taken aback: "Eldest daughter, our people are still here." "Can't we just treat them later? What if they get seriously injured and escape using teleportation? Or would you rather run closer to them and use dimensional anchor on them?"

Master Zhuoer shook his head.

The battlefield is blind; who knows if those seemingly weak fairies have hidden trump cards? But just as the mage took out the priceless spell scroll, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He subconsciously activated a shield spell, but two deadly bullets easily shattered the transparent shield and slammed into his back.

Even with the mage armor he had added beforehand, the drow mage felt that his ribs were probably broken. He used his stealth ability to leave without hesitation, but how could he be faster than DuPont's trigger?

The dwarven thunder rifle's magazine can hold two extra bullets.

The Drow mage screamed and fell to the ground, her life hanging in the balance. This sudden change startled the Drow mage. While shouting for the martial arts master to come and help, she neither dodged nor retreated, but instead swung the three-headed snake whip at her waist at the attacking youth.

The serpent bared its fangs, signifying that Rose's favored weapon contained three living snakes. Their venom was not fatal, but it could cause the target excruciating pain and render them unable to fight, and it worked incredibly quickly. Thanks to the Spider Queen's blessing, they also possessed considerable intelligence, almost like living creatures, and would attack their targets from the most opportune moment. Their insidious and vicious nature made them difficult for even many drow warriors to guard against.

However, to her surprise, the attacker did not dodge at all. He roared and swung his greatsword at her waist, as if he wanted to cut her in half with one stroke!
Damn it, doesn't this guy know the reputation of the Drow Priest?
Not to mention, the defensive capabilities of our Drow's mithril chainmail are no joke!
The three-headed snake whip successfully bit the human boy, but to her surprise, the three snake heads immediately looked listless. Before she could find the answer, the greatsword, which was like a flame, had already hit her waist. The +2 mithril chainmail was instantly engulfed in flames. The drow priest felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer in her waist. She coughed up blood, her waist turned red, and even her eyes turned bloodshot.

"Epidemic Techniques"

Before the female priestess could cast her spell, DuPont's greatsword flashed and slashed out again. Ignoring the angry shouts behind him, he directly chopped down on the beautiful priestess. Her pretty head was separated from the priestess's soft body and was taken away by the blade of the greatsword, flying more than three meters away.

Behead!

"Stop!" The Drow martial arts master's eyes were bloodshot. His roar even attracted the Drow fighting in front of him. When they saw the headless figure about to fall, they couldn't help but tremble.

How could their eldest daughter, who was leading the team, have died so inexplicably?

How could this long-planned surprise attack possibly continue?

(End of this chapter)