I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 134 The Drow Elf's Abduction (3k)

Zhuo Er, seemingly enraged by Oliver's shout, suddenly raised his soft murmur and a dozen purple figures moved in unison.

They abandoned their scattered harassment tactics and instead formed several small teams to rush towards the shield formation.

The edge of the shield was instantly torn open with two rips, and two knights screamed as they were dragged into the shadows of the trees, where they fell silent.

Seeing the knights below him fall one after another, Oliver knew that ordinary parrying and defense would not be enough to withstand the treacherous attacks of these dark elves.

Only by using force to overcome skill can the stalemate be broken.

He suddenly lowered his waist, channeling all his knightly strength into his longsword, and the gleaming silver blade suddenly unleashed a dazzling power.

The raging fire was like the blazing sun breaking through the night, forcing Zhuo Er, who was close by, to instinctively turn his head to avoid it.

"Starlight Breaks the Formation!"

Oliver let out a low shout, and his longsword condensed into a semi-circular wave of light, slamming towards the three purple figures in front of him.

The three drow were unable to dodge in time and were struck hard by the sword technique. Their long silver hair was charred black by the fire, and the poisoned short blade flew out of their hands.

Their bodies slid limply to the ground; they were dead beyond any doubt.

One move to kill the enemy.

The drow in the shadows of the trees paused for a moment, but this pause was fleeting; the remaining dark elves' eyes surged with ruthlessness.

Oliver was like a tiger among sheep, his combat skills refined and ruthless. Every sword strike precisely locked onto the drow's evasive trajectory, targeting the drow elves' weak points in the neck and waist with horizontal slashes.

Within moments, four more Drow fell in pools of blood.

This is the aura of a top-tier human professional, bathed in the blood of a dragon beast and possessing an elite template.

The resilience of the drow elves far exceeds expectations.

Despite suffering heavy losses, the remaining ones remained fearless, constantly moving under the cover of the trees, their short blades thrusting out from tricky angles from time to time, forcing Oliver to retreat and defend.

The few remaining knights were exhausted, their armor covered in scratches.

His face was pale and ashen, but he still gritted his teeth and swung his longsword, barely managing to protect Oliver's flank.

The two sides reached a stalemate.

Oliver's stamina was being rapidly depleted; the flame on his sword dimmed slightly, and sweat mixed with blood trickled down his forehead.

While the drow elves remained agile, they dared not launch a rash attack, their crimson eyes fixed on Oliver.

The purple shadow moved slowly among the tree shadows, as if searching for his weakness.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the forest, each second feeling oppressive and suffocating.

Oliver gripped his longsword tightly, knowing that if they continued to drag this out, he and the knights under his command would eventually be worn down. These drow clearly had a backup plan, but for some reason, they hadn't made a move yet.

Just as he was thinking about how to break the deadlock, a sharp whistle suddenly came from deep within the shadows of the trees. The whistle was eerie and piercing, like the hiss of a spider.

Upon hearing the whistle, the drow elves who were blocking the way suddenly stopped moving.

The leader, a drow with long silver hair tied with a black spider ribbon, glared fiercely at Oliver, her scarlet eyes filled with resentment.

She raised her hand and waved it, uttering a string of obscure Drow language that sounded like a curse or a command.

The next second, all the shadowy figures took the corpses and retreated in unison, disappearing into the darkness like a tide.

Only when the surroundings were completely silent did Oliver stagger, leaning on his longsword.

The three remaining knights were panting heavily, their scalps tingling with a sense of relief at having survived such a close call.

Oliver looked down at the corpse of the drow on the ground, reached out and picked up a fallen, dark purple short blade. The venom was slowly flowing along the lines, corroding small pits on the ground.

"These guys—" Oliver's voice was hoarse, and his expression was very serious.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and helped the knight beside him to his feet: "Clean up the mess and immediately send someone back to Starfall City to report and request reinforcements."

The knights gritted their teeth, dragged their companion's body, and hastily buried it in a pit at the edge of the forest.

After daybreak, the two knights from the pioneering camp mounted their horses, which were then spurred on and galloped toward Starfall City.

Oliver believed that Drow's retreat was a temporary retreat, but the deep unease in his heart grew stronger with the wind in the forest.

Just a few hours later, a panicked shout suddenly came from the end of the forest path in the distance.

It wasn't the call for reinforcements, but the wailing of villagers from nearby villages.

Several ragged men stumbled over, and upon seeing Oliver's knightly armor, they knelt down as if grasping at a straw.

"My lord knight! Please, please save us! So many people in the village are gone!"

Oliver's heart sank. He grabbed a tree and jumped to his feet, his dark face growing even more grave. "Explain yourself! What happened?"

"Last night, a thick, sticky black fog suddenly rolled into the village; it made you dizzy if you inhaled it!"

An old man's lips trembled, his voice shaking: "When the black fog dissipated, the villagers and our children all disappeared."

Another person chimed in, their voice trembling with tears: "Not just our village, the neighboring villages are completely wiped out, completely gone!"

The image of Zall's sudden retreat last night and the farmers' cries for help suddenly collided in my mind.

The decisiveness with which those purple figures retreated was not a temporary avoidance of the enemy's sharp edge, but a premeditated withdrawal!

Commander Oliver asked, "When the black fog rose, did you see any shadowy figures or hear any whispers?"

They paused, then hurriedly shook their heads: "No! We didn't see anything! But it did seem like something was saying something—"

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As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around Oliver became terrifyingly tense.

The drow used the head-on combat to hold him and his knights back, allowing their companions to sneak into the western villages and use the black mist to stun the people of Starshine and carry out their abductions.

They retreated not because they were afraid, but because their kidnappers had already succeeded and they only needed to withdraw to rejoin their group, even taking their companions' corpses with them.

"Drow elves evolved during their long underground life, mastering the ability to make mistakes in the dark. They find it difficult to tolerate activity in the sunlight and rarely come to the surface —"

Only when there is a shortage of slaves in the Underdark will the drow elves lead raiding parties to the surface under the cover of night to capture all humanoid creatures.

Unfortunately, the western expansion area of ​​Starshine City has an exit from the Underdark to the surface, making it a target for plunder.

"They abducted the people of Starshine to serve as slaves in the Underdark."

The long-eared knights around him turned pale after hearing Oliver's analysis.

Although they are not purebred elves, they will definitely not have a good ending if they fall into the hands of drow elves.

Just the fact that they look like elves and can stand in the sunlight is enough to predict that those drow elves will definitely enslave them.

They had been stationed in the western frontier for many years, yet they were unaware that the land beneath their feet was inhabited by drow elves.

Those villages scattered throughout the pioneering area were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in Zhuo'er's eyes.

The old farmer slumped to the ground: "Will our families ever come back?"

Oliver looked down at the old man, then glanced at the ragged, despairing farmers.

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and said in a deep voice, "Rest assured, the people of Xinghui will never allow the Zhuoer to abduct and enslave them."

He turned to the youngest knight beside him and said, "Pass down the order that all squads immediately gather their people, strengthen their defenses, and set fires to drive away any black fog they encounter. No one is allowed to go out alone."

Oliver turned to look at a less seriously injured knight beside him.

"You must go to Starfall City immediately, and be quick. Report this matter to Prince Puse or Sage Cedric."

If the number of those drow elves was small, the Knights could handle them on their own.

But since this was a premeditated abduction of people, it was definitely something they had prepared for, and Oliver couldn't solve it simply by bringing in additional support.

"Drow elves have appeared in the western region and have been plundering multiple villages in the western frontier in a premeditated attack. Countless people have been abducted and are likely to have been taken to the Underdark."

"If reinforcements are not sent to the aid of the enemy as soon as possible, the entire western frontier will become the hunting ground of the Zhuoer, and the abducted people will have no chance of survival."

Upon receiving the order, the knight immediately prepared: "Rest assured, my lord, even at the cost of my life, I will deliver the message to Prince Puse and the Great Sage."

Oliver's order had only been out for two hours when new information began to arrive.

The population of three villages in the south has vanished, and the knights sent to investigate have not found a single person.

In just half a day, the number of missing persons increased several times over, and the western frontier had become a desolate hunting ground.

Oliver, accompanied by two knights, traveled between villages, urging everyone to gather briefly so they wouldn't be scattered and kidnapped.

Oliver gathered all the scattered villagers together in one place; the stone wall, though mottled, was still quite sturdy.

He had two knights guard the only entrance and instructed the villagers to pile dry firewood outside the fortress, so that they could light it immediately whenever they saw black fog.

The light and heat of the flames were the only things that could intimidate the Drow at that moment.

The cries and whispers inside the mine fortress mingled, the sighs of the old man and the sobs of the child weighed heavily on Oliver's heart. He stood at the fortress gate, leaning on his longsword, his gaze fixed on the outside.

But in the shadows all around, there always seemed to be invisible eyes watching.

He knew that Zhuo'er would never allow him to gather his people together, but he did not expect the other side's counterattack to come so quickly and so ruthlessly.

As night fell over the stone eaves of the mine fortress, the torches outside suddenly began to flicker.

A thick black fog suddenly surged from the forest and instantly enveloped half of the stone wall.

Oliver's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to order the knight to ignite the fire, several purple shadows pierced through the black mist and rushed straight at his face.

Leading the group was the female drow with the black spider ribbon tied around her neck, followed by dozens of drow, including two drow archers carrying spider-shaped crossbows.

This time, they didn't beat around the bush; they attacked with deadly moves right from the start.

The drow's short blade was extremely cunning, grazing Oliver's sword edge as it aimed straight for his throat.

The drow on both sides used the cover of the black mist to entangle his limbs.

Poisoned short blades kept stabbing out from tricky angles, while arrows from spider-shaped crossbows pierced through the air, blocking all his escape routes.

Oliver roared and swung his sword to parry, but was struck hard by the drow's short blade.

The poisoned blade grazed his shoulder armor, causing a burning pain, and the dark purple venom instantly seeped into the gaps in the armor.

Two knights immediately drew their swords and rushed forward to provide support, but were held back by four drow.

Their strength was not high, and facing the advantage of the elite drow elves, they were forced to retreat repeatedly in just a few breaths.

One man was stabbed in the arm by a poisoned blade and screamed as he fell to the ground.

Oliver was facing a dozen or so drows alone, and his stamina was being depleted faster and faster, and his vision was beginning to blur.

Seeing that he was exhausted, the drow's eyes surged with ruthlessness. She leaped up, raised her short blade high, and thrust it straight at Oliver's heart.

He was powerless to block this attack.

The villagers in the mine castle screamed in terror, and Oliver could even sense the approach of death.

He gritted his teeth, trying to gather the last bit of strength in his chest, but he only felt a sharp pain in his veins and his strength receded like the tide.

At this critical moment, a golden breath suddenly slammed into the space between the black mist and the purple shadow!

Green has arrived.

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