Juan had a guess, so, is it magic?

It can instantly release a black mist that absorbs all visible light, and has innate infrared vision, coupled with dexterity.

No wonder this guy dared to attack more than a hundred opponents on his own.

Fortunately, his team was relatively well-trained, and the elf guards also strictly adhered to discipline and did not fall into chaos when they suddenly lost sight.

Otherwise, you will suffer a big loss.

While Juan was thinking this, Mosi's voice sounded in his heart again: "Come and save me!"

"I was attacked and my soldiers were injured!"

"Come to me and I will heal you."

"Juan, who are you talking to?"

"Morgan, I'll explain later."

Juan checked the injuries of the Tailedosaurus, and estimated that it would not be able to withstand the difficult climb up the sinkhole. Perhaps finding Mo Si and asking her to treat it would be the most promising way.

So Juan ordered the march to continue.

The elves riding clouded leopards, in groups of six, dispersed around the team, keeping alert.

The dragon self-defense members gathered together with guns in hand, ready to support at any time.

When passing by the giant stalactite pillars in the large grotto, Juan saw artificially dug holes in the pillars, which contained the daily necessities of the tree elves.

Obviously, this is the refuge that Mosi arranged for the tribe.

It's just that there isn't a single tree elf here now.

Juan, who was walking in the direction indicated by Mosi, found items on the ground that had been hastily discarded by the tree elf, as well as broken weapons.

There are still blood stains on some stalagmites that have not yet dried.

Apparently, the tree elves were attacked.

It was probably the drow who attacked them.

As we continued deeper, the sounds of shouts, screams, and weapons clashing became clearer.

The elf who took the lead in the investigation came back and reported: "There are many drow ahead, besieging the tree elves.

"They discovered us, and a group of drow are coming towards us!"

"Ready to fight!"

Under Juan's order, the Dragon Self-Defense Team members stood in a horizontal row, holding up their AK-47s and aiming straight ahead.

The elven guards mounted clouded leopards and stayed on the wings of the dragon-men line, preparing to attack.

Juan released the anti-gravity camera and let it hang in the air.

A figure flashed in the dim light ahead.

Juan adjusted the camera mode to low-light night vision shooting.

He saw the incoming drow.

There are 20 in total, the leader is a female drow holding a whip, and the others are all males.

This team of drow spotted Juan and his group far away, and they paused.

It seems that in addition to having infrared vision, drow also have good low-light night vision.

It is truly a creature that is naturally adapted to living in the dark.

Juan, who was thinking this way, saw that there seemed to be a dispute on the opposite side, and a male drow seemed to be suggesting something to the female drow who was leading the team.

He pointed his finger in Huan's direction, seeming to indicate to the female drow that their numbers were not superior.

But the female drow's response was a merciless whipping.

Then, the female drow who led the team rolled up her whip and pointed it at Juan.

So, this team of drow rushed towards Juan and his group, and the male drow who made the suggestion was placed at the front.

Juan couldn't help but feel angry, a kind of anger caused by being despised by his enemies.

Only 20 drow dare to attack a team of 100 people of their own type. Are they so confident?

However, Juan thought that just now a drow dared to attack his team of a hundred people. Perhaps this kind of creature is so arrogant.

Then give them an unforgettable lesson and let them know what it means to be afraid before they die!

Juan waited for the drow to get closer to about 100 meters and shouted:

"preparation!"

Following Juan's order, the Dragon Self-Defense Team members were ready to fire.

At this moment, the female Drow opposite opened her mouth wide and seemed to shout.

But there was no sound, it was like an actor performing a pantomime.

But suddenly, Juan felt fear.

This is an indescribable fear that goes deep into my heart, exploding like a depth charge, causing all the pain that has settled in the mud of memory to rise.

In just a moment, Juan's brain turned into a ball of mush.

He wanted to wail, scream, and cry, but he didn't know why he wailed, screamed, or cried.

Juan completely lost the ability to think.

But the chip in his brain was not affected and was still analyzing the information from the anti-gravity camera.

Juan saw the elf guards making a mess, and the clouded leopards under them had their fur exploded.

He saw the faces of the Dragon Self-Defense Force members full of pain, as if they had just learned the news that their loved ones were dead.

Some dragonmen gave up aiming and used their free hands to wipe away their tears.

And the drow are approaching quickly.

The leading male drow fired a crossbow arrow while running, and the arrow coated with nerve-paralyzing toxin pierced the armor of a draconian horse.

However, human armor that even an AK-47 can't penetrate at close range cannot be penetrated by crossbow arrows.

The drow was keenly aware of this problem, and he typed a series of sign language to his companions.

As a result, all the drow gave up their crossbows, pulled out their scimitars, short swords or daggers, and charged forward quickly.

This information was faithfully conveyed to Juan by the brain chip.

Under this influence, Juan regained some sanity.

"Open...ho."

Juan's throat seemed not to be his.

"Turn on...fire!"

His voice was as soft as a whisper between lovers.

"Fire!"

Juan finally regained the feeling of speaking, but the dragons and elves, immersed in pain and confusion, had not yet reconnected their ears and brains.

"Fire! Fire! Fire quickly!"

The drow at the front was already less than twenty meters away from Juan.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

Juan gave up giving orders, picked up his AK-47, and fired fiercely at Zall.

The head of Drow shook like a convulsion, and then collapsed.

A drow behind him continued to charge without blinking, but was also swept to the ground by Huan.

The deafening gunfire finally forcibly opened the ears of the dragon people.

The dragon people, who had been trained to have conditioned reflexes, picked up their assault rifles and fired one after another.

"Da" "ta da" "ta da da da da da" "ta da da da da da"...

For a time, smoke and gunshots filled the entire battlefield.

Just like Juan, the dragons pressed the trigger tightly and fired all the bullets in the magazine in one go.

Eighteen male drow fell to the ground, but the nineteenth had a whip wrapped around his throat and was forced to stand in front of the female drow.

While Juan was changing the magazine, the female drow abandoned her companion's body, turned around and ran away quickly.

"Snapped"

With the crisp sound of the Winchester shotgun, the female drow's head exploded like a watermelon.

"Team up!" Juan shouted hoarsely.

The soldiers did not respond immediately to Juan's orders. They moved slowly. Apparently, the memories of pain and fear were still disturbing them.

Juan did not dare to move forward with such a team.


Chapter completed!