() In the eyes of Mr. Shan, this young, beautiful, and tall girl in front of him is like a poisonous scorpion, a black spider, or a jackal that eats people without spitting out bones.

As Aimeier approached like a baby, Shan Ye's muscles were tensed up, ready to kill at any time. As if he could also feel the frightening killing intent on Shan Ye, several high-level drow slowly gathered around Shan Ye.

There were people around me looking at him with an unkind expression.

Master Shan smiled coldly, waved his arm, and a scarlet scimitar with red spots flowing all over his body and dull eyes appeared beside him. Emery sat on the other side of the sofa in time and waved gently.

Everyone retreated, and Master Shan also directed Cuisi to retreat behind the sofa.

Pouring her lips and looking at the extremely vigilant Shan Ye, Emer's eyes slid, and her gaze gently passed over the standard scimitar in Shan Ye's hand. She tried to make her voice sound gentle and sweet: "Are you afraid of me?" A sweet voice

, mixed with a hint of grievance, which makes people unable to help but feel pity.

Shan Ye's tough guy attribute came into play, and he nodded expressionlessly with a straight face: "Yes, I'm afraid of you!" His voice was heavy and he didn't mean to joke at all.

"I'm afraid you'll stab me in the back!" Shan Ye added in his heart.

Emerl didn't expect to get such a serious answer, and couldn't help but be startled, and then laughed wildly. The smile subsided, Emerel's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed softly: "This time the half-demon attack

City, it can be said that we chose a good time..."

Shan Ye was not interested in Amiel's self-pity, but since the two of them now had the same enemy, he had no choice but to listen patiently to her complaints.

Her beautiful eyes were flowing, her pink eyebrows were lightly darkened, Aimeier's sad face loomed, her voice became softer and weaker, and she didn't know when she was leaning against Shan Ye's side. Her pretty face was covered with a pink halo, and she breathed like blue.

Spray it on Mr. Shan’s face.

Mr. Shan has been very frightened these past two days, unable to sleep at night, and has accumulated a lot of stress...

Half an hour later, the two of them joined hands and walked out of the house with a close look on their faces. The loyal subordinates beside them looked at the two of them so intimately, and looked unmoved.

Shan Ye wants to escape from the Black Pearl. Why doesn’t Aimeier do the same?

But the relationship between the two is actually a bit complicated. They are enemies, but there is a touch of pink ambiguity in the relationship. In order to have a common enemy, Aimeier and Shanye had a negative distance contact, which can be regarded as establishing a certain trust. Although this trust is weak

It's like Zhuoer Zhencao, but it's better than nothing after all, isn't it?

After gathering the information, everyone's faces slowly darkened. Ximen fell, and a large number of half-demon people entered Black Pearl and were burning, killing and looting like crazy.

Reese's trump card and the heavy infantry's handle were on the east gate. Fortunately, the city gate was hoisted. They couldn't find a way to lower the city gate for a while, so Shanye and others still had a chance.

After some discussion, the conclusion was finally made: “We need more help!”

Shan Ye and others are definitely not the only ones who want to escape from Black Pearl. Most of them are holding back, but it should be soon...

"Dudu" alerted to the slight knock on the door, Shanye and everyone grabbed their weapons and looked at the door cautiously.

As if hearing the sound of weapons in the courtyard, the knock on the door disappeared immediately, and a piece of paper squeezed in through the crack of the door. After a soft sound of footsteps, the courtyard became quiet.

The content of the note was very simple. The main idea was that there was not much time. It was best for everyone to rush out of the Black Pearl together, otherwise no one would be able to leave by the time the half-demon reacted.

This note is consistent with the thoughts of Shan Ye and others, but it does not rule out the possibility of being used as a weapon.

Shan Ye lowered his head and thought deeply, hesitating whether he should join. Aimeier looked like a well-behaved woman, and the little bird hugged Shan Ye's arm.

Glancing at Aimeier's well-behaved look from the corner of his eye, Mr. Shan sighed softly and put away his fantasies: "Let's join. What do you think?" Although the voice was asking Aimeer, there was no sincerity in it.

Emel's eyes flashed, looking like a little woman who said "I have you in everything", and nodded gently.

Shanye pushed the boat along, waved his hand, and it was settled.

....

Near the east gate, a large number of citizens gathered, bustling with people with their families wanting to leave Black Pearl. The city gates are controlled with special magic patterns, and they cannot be closed unless they are violently destroyed.

Because they felt that after occupying Black Pearl, every plant and tree belonged to the half-demon, so they did not violently demolish the city gate, but sent heavy troops to surround the city gate and prevent citizens from entering or exiting.

A large number of technical units are already trying to repair and control the city gate, leaving little time for those who want to leave the city.

Shan Ye was extremely vigilant and stepped out of the hiding room, slowly walking towards the east gate.

From the surrounding houses, many citizens and professionals wearing armor and holding weapons also walked out.

To the left of the east gate, there is an open space dedicated to sorting grain. There are a large number of haystacks placed in the open space, and behind it is a field of striped mushrooms. The gathering place is here.

After Shanye sneaked into the place, he realized that there was no need at all. Hundreds of professionals were already waiting quietly here.

The halfling mercenaries were the most numerous. They smelled each other's body odor and slowly gathered together, just like a group. The other professionals nearby also worked on their own, and were wary of each other.

Shan Ye and his party immediately attracted everyone's attention. A short, skinny human boy holding a scarlet scimitar was followed by five or six imposing men in black robes.

The organizer of this attack couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw Shan Ye appear. Some people who knew Shan Ye's details began to whisper: "Isn't that boy the human being that Amiel has been looking for? How can he run away?

Are you here?"

"I'm not sure. It seems that the slut has been looking for this human boy before!"

There was a low buzz of discussion, not caring about Master Shan's increasingly ugly face.

Shan Ye's eyes were slightly sharp, and his eyes fell on the organizers. He couldn't help but paused: "Why are they?" His voice was a little confused. He suppressed his curiosity, and Shan Ye, Aimeier and others stood in an open space.

Looking around, Master Shan couldn't help but feel a little heavy. Most of them were low-level professionals, and some drow warriors who were lucky enough to escape were all recruited by the organizers.

Aimeier leaned gently against Shan Ye, looking intimate. The soft flesh of her breasts squeezed Shan Ye's arms. A look of surprise appeared on her face at the right time: "These old people are lucky, I didn't expect to be alive." The voice was clear.

There was a cold viciousness, and ice shards fell all over his body.

The organizers are the drow chiefs who were completely devoured by Emer. Even if their family was dug up by Emer, they still have a lot of capital.

Standing not far away were the scarlet scimitars maintaining order and the spider attendants lying on the ground with eight compound eyes turning rapidly. There were not many in number, probably only about twenty, but they were enough to deal with these mud-legged professionals.

The old drow, as the representative, slowly climbed up a simple ladder. His turbid old eyes flashed with a menacing aura, and his torn luxurious clothes made him look very close to the people. Everyone's current status is the same - a refugee.

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After tearing apart the extravagant clothes that were obstructing him, the old drow stood with his hands down, his body standing upright, and his eyes calmly swept over the crowd: "What is the situation now? I don't need to talk nonsense. I want to get out alive without becoming a semi-demon experiment."

, everyone must unite as one." His voice was loud and confident, but it was a bit flashy.

There was silence, everyone was waiting for something substantial.

The old drow raised his arm and pointed at the patrolling scarlet scimitars and spider attendants. His calm voice had a little more fluctuation: "If you want to leave, you need high-end force. These scarlet scimitars and spider attendants are our drow family."

Contributed to everyone!”

Everyone nodded in agreement and fully affirmed Lao Zhuoer's contribution.

After a pause, a trace of determination and courage flashed across Lao Zhuoer's face. He stood up with his sword "Qiang", the blade drooped, and the fine patterned steel shone with a sharp luster: "I can also improve weapons for everyone, I just hope that in the future

During the attack, everyone should work together, and don't put other people's safety at risk for selfish reasons!" The sonorous and powerful voice, coupled with the generous expression, perfectly interpreted a pre-war mobilization.

Everyone's emotions were aroused, and many professionals with little knowledge had already gone to receive weapons with excited faces.

Cavemen, lizardmen, halflings, and even a few mysterious human professionals all stepped forward to receive weapons. Only about half of the people receiving weapons were relatively calm professionals, including Shan.

Grandpa.

It seemed that Emer's hatred was transferred to Shan Ye. After the old drow distributed the weapons, his eyes deliberately fell on Shan Ye: "Can this human warrior make your companions lift off their black robes? It's so mysterious.

Being conceited will only make everyone doubtful and make it difficult to cooperate."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shan raised his lower eyelids slightly and glanced at Lao Zhuoer. He stepped aside to let the few people behind him stand, raised his eyebrows, and made a "whatever you want" expression.

Aimeier chuckled and took the lead in lifting the hood of the black robe, revealing a delicate and charming face. Several of his subordinates also changed their appearance and even changed their clothes.

Lao Zhuoer raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes. There was a familiar scent about these people, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Mr. Shan's eyes were slightly piercing, and a hint of impatience flashed across his face. He pulled out the knife, and there was a muffled "buzz" sound. The unique light of the knife, like light golden yellow sand, was densely flowing on the red-spotted blade, as if it was wrapped in a layer of yellow.

Drill, eye-catching.

The old Drow's eyes widened in surprise, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face: "Dao... Dao Mang!" His voice was a little out of tune, trembling slightly in glide. A few surprises and disbelief also flashed across the faces of the surrounding Drow clan leaders.

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For drow who use scimitars, in addition to upgrading their professional level and cultivating fighting flames, their biggest wish is to condense the unique sword light.

The pieces of light wielded by Dou Yan are called Dou Mang. But because the users hope that they can condense the real sword light, they shout and shout, and the Dou Light turns into sword light.

The sword glow will only appear when the scimitar skill reaches a certain stage, and the use of the scimitar and the physical development match a certain frequency. The probability is similar to the color of the sword.

Everyone's sword light is different, and their effects are also different. Only the person knows it.

We haven’t seen a real sword light in decades, so it’s no wonder that all the drows are so rude. Even if the rest of them don’t know what it is, they can produce such light and shadow effects, which is definitely not mediocre. Everyone looked at Shan Ye and his group.
Chapter completed!