Several miles away at another cave entrance.
The Mage ’Audu’ was rapidly leading Chris and the group of five inside.
"Hurry up!"
Seeing the group of Griffins in the sky made the Mage ’Audu’ speak with so urgency.
"Wait, there seems to be movent." Fabian suddenly stopped and said.
At this mont, they ca to a passage flanked by steep rock walls; not too narrow, but the issue was that there seed to be platforms two to three ters high on both sides.
This ans it’s a perfect place for an ambush.
Of course, they weren’t ambushing others; rather, others could ambush them from these high platforms.
Chris and Grande exchanged a glance; as longti teammates, they could understand each other’s thoughts with just a look.
After two nodded slightly, they tightened their grip on their weapons.
"Oh? You noticed?"
"It’s nothing, we’re almost there."
At that mont, Mage ’Audu’ slowly turned with a noticeable smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"What did you say, Audu? " Willbo the Halfling, second to last in the group, couldn’t quite hear him.
The next second!
Before the Mage ’Audu’ could answer, the five-mber team began to defend themselves in panic.
On the high platforms on both sides, seven or eight Wild Boar People, holding bows and arrows, appeared, followed by the larger figures of several Wild Boar Warriors.
"They’re Wild Boar Hunters!"
"Damn! We’ve been surrounded! Who are you....."
Even Broto the Dwarf, who was slow to react, finally realized that the Mage ’Audu,’ whom they had placed their hopes on, had so sort of collusion with the Wild Boar People.
But why would a human mage do such a thing?
This question puzzled not only Broto but also the other four in the team.
"Surrender obediently!"
"Put down your weapons, and you can still survive."
"Otherwise, getting shot into a sieve won’t look good." Mage ’Audu’ said with smugness.
At the sa ti, suddenly!
Arrows flew out from unknown directions.
Boar n on the platform fell down with cries of agony; even the tough-skinned Wild Boar Warriors weren’t spared, each hit in the eye socket or weak spot in the throat was instantly taken down.
Just when Mage Audu had said they’d be shot into a sieve, the Wild Boar People were actually shot into a sieve.
This scene made the smile on Mage Audu’s face freeze instantly. Realizing sothing was wrong, he quickly turned to flee.
"Swoosh!"
"Ah!"
An arrow hit his left leg, causing him to cry out in pain imdiately.
But strangely, what flowed out was not red blood, but a mixture of blue fluorescent liquid.
Following the collapse of the Wild Boar People, several tall figures holding bows appeared on the high platforms.
"Elves!"
"Great! We’re saved!" Willbo the Halfling shouted in delight.
"Thud!"
An arrow suddenly shot down from above!
It pierced straight through the temple on the side of Willbo.
The imnse force also sent his body tumbling into Dwarf Warrior Broto’s arms.
Broto was instantly showered with blood on his face. After wiping his eyes, he realized there was a convulsing corpse in his arms.
Damn!
What’s going on!
Faced with this constantly changing battle, whether it was Chris, Fabian, or the calm Grande, all had twitching eyelids, sweaty foreheads, and tightened grips on their weapons.
The three positioned themselves back to back defensively, but didn’t dare to act rashly.
At this mont, a tall, thin figure holding a longbow with floral patterns and wearing exquisite armor erged from the darkness.
He casually shot another arrow into Mage Audu’s other intact leg, and spoke in a common tongue:
"I hate being mistaken for Elves the most."
Seemingly explaining why he took down the Halfling.
After saying this.
Chris and the others finally realized that the tall male in front of them, besides having Elf-like pointed ears, had gray-black skin and silver hair, which clearly differed.
"Drow!"
Broto the Dwarf exclaid.
"Swoosh!"
A dark gray light flashed, piercing straight into Broto the Dwarf’s mouth!
Broto died!
Realizing the huge disparity in power, Chris and the others understood that acting rashly would lead to consequences no different than Broto lying dead on the ground.
However.
At least for now, they weren’t killed imdiately, aning there might still be a turn of events.
"And I detest dwarves the most," said the male Drow as he put away his bow.
He then slightly turned and bowed towards the back.
Under Chris and the others’ round-eyed gaze, a graceful, tall figure walked out.
She was dressed in a luxurious robe woven with silver and gold threads, with a large black spider emblem on the chest. The high slit revealed her slender, slick thighs with each casual step.
This female Drow in front of them was clearly of higher status, but it was unclear whether she was a mage or a high-ranking priestess.
"Lady Veronica, you were right in judgnt. There is indeed a problem inside the Wild Boar People’s lair; this guy is a shapeshifter."
The male Drow kicked the wailing Mage Audu and reported to the Drow woman.
Veronica glanced at Chris and the others but said nothing, instead directing her slightly reddened gaze straight at the shapeshifter: "Speak up, shapeshifter, who’s your master?"
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