Chapter 3, The Revenge of the Dark Elves
The slender waist swayed as she took a few steps, and with her movements, her ample bosom also trembled rhythmically. In a sweet, sultry voice, she asked Dong Yang, "Oh, black-haired man, are you saying that you knew I would come?" The bow and arrow in her hand remained pointed at the little neurotic's head. She emphasized the word "man" heavily, her eyes scanning Dong Yang's face, filled with temptation. In stark contrast to the noble and proud demeanor of the white elf, the dark elf's nature was one of debauchery. She emphasized the word "man" heavily, her eyes scanning Dong Yang's face, filled with temptation. In stark contrast to the noble and proud demeanor of the white elf, the dark elf's nature was one of debauchery.
Todd finally understood what was happening. He shouted loudly and jumped up from the ground. He had come to follow his master, yet he had allowed an arrow to be pointed at his master's head. This was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty for a follower of a warrior.
Although the hands of the drow holding the bow remained steady, a hint of confusion flickered in his gaze: "The Triad? What kind of gang is that? We drow have connections with many underground organizations; perhaps this is just a misunderstanding..."
Zhuo Er held a long arrow to Dong Yang's head, following him into the cellar, his face still adorned with a carefree smile, yet his gaze towards Silipu revealed an unmistakable concern.
The tense atmosphere, perceptible only through mental acuity, pricked at his skin like needles. Dong Yang understood that he had been firmly locked onto by a certain presence. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who?" To be honest, the little neurotic was not particularly anxious; in his mind, he considered the imminent danger to be similar to the time he had dueled with others using a plastic spoon at the An Ding Hospital.
Dong Yang did not hear what Todd was saying at all; instead, he was completely immersed in his memories. As Todd spoke, his voice grew softer and his expression gradually dimmed. Seeing that Lord Achilles was lost in thought and completely disregarding his heartfelt confession, he felt extremely awkward kneeling at the door, unsure of what to do.
Dong Yang felt a stir in his heart; he was a madman, not a fool. He had his own logical reasoning, although it was all based on delusions. If this Zhuo Er were sent by the Wu family, he would certainly understand hypnosis. The little neurotic thought to himself and hesitantly asked, "Are you really not sent by the Wu family?"
It is said that when a hypnotized person has just awakened, they are not completely free from the influence of hypnosis. With just a little guidance from the practitioner, they can immediately fall back into a hypnotic state.
The dark elf is speechless.
Todd did not understand what was happening, but Dong Yang, who had just obtained a dozen or so undead spiritual powers, could see it clearly. Zhuo Er executed these three arrows in one smooth motion, with the strength perfectly calibrated; he shattered the chair, sent the long arrow into Todd's palm, yet did not harm a single hair on Todd's body. Zhuo Er's archery skills had reached an astonishing level.
The little neurotic finally realized that the long arrow in Zhuo Er's hand was far more dangerous than the plastic spoon in the neurotic's hand, and wisely closed his mouth
Todd knelt at the door, looking at Lord Achilles with a seemingly amused expression, suddenly blushing and awkwardly saying: "I understand, Master, my level is indeed too low. Accepting a follower like me would affect your status. However, to be a follower of a master like you is my lifelong dream, even though with my abilities, I am utterly unworthy of such a dream..."
Is he going to ...? ... wants to be with me? Dong Yang was momentarily taken aback, as Todd's words suddenly reminded him of the time when he opened a shrine at Ping An Hospital to recruit his followers.
Zhuo Er paused for a moment, and after realizing who the doctor was, continued to say: "I am the Night Assassin, and your perception cannot detect my existence at all!" The Night Assassins are the most outstanding killers among the dark elves, and their expertise lies in concealing their presence.
Dong Yang suddenly burst into laughter, startling the dark elf. Lord Achilles finally confirmed that the drow before him was not a security guard from the An Ding Hospital. Since the nurse was not from An Ding Hospital, the doctor must certainly not be from An Ding Hospital either! It was a delusion, after all, and it often had its absurdities. However, once Dong Yang was convinced of something, not even a horde of minotaurs could sway him back.
Zhuo Er raised an eyebrow, her alluring smile contrasting sharply with the cold killing intent in her eyes, creating the most seductive juxtaposition. She was suddenly taken aback, realizing that the eyes of the young man before her were surprisingly bright.
According to the practical evidence provided by Dong Yang, both of the aforementioned statements are said to be truths
Dong Yang's expression was incredibly complex: "You are also a killer and a *picture* book, haha, we are indeed colleagues; I am the King of Assassins of the Triad!" While saying this, he carefully observed the female assassin's expression. If this Zhuo Er was truly sent by the hospital, she would definitely be aware of his highly renowned identity.
Zhuo Er nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, it seems you can still understand..."
With pointed ears, a voluptuous figure, and dark skin, her exquisite features exude a hint of debauchery, while a fiery red magical brand is etched on her soft forehead. Dong Yang had read about her in books; she is a Drow, a fallen race, the dark elves
A soft, almost whispering giggle suddenly echoed from the rooftop: "You actually found me, though it's a bit late, so I suppose it's not too bad. Generally, those who die at my hands remain unaware of my existence until their last moments." As the words were spoken, accompanied by several dull thuds on the ceiling, a shadowy figure wielding a longbow forcefully crushed through the roof and leaped into the room, the long arrow aimed directly at Dong Yang's brow.
Zhuo Er chuckled and praised, "Hmm, very insightful!" Then, with a change in tone, it became grave: "Kid, what exactly have you done to Slip? Why can’t I awaken his slumber?"
Dong Yang's furious reprimand came to an abrupt halt, as the dark elf's long arrow trembled ominously between Dong Yang's feet, and another long arrow was nocked onto the bowstring.
At the same time that three arrows were shot, Zhuo Er suddenly darted to the side, swiftly changing position. He once again drew a long arrow tightly on the longbow in his hand, still aimed at Dong Yang's head
Dong Yang's body had already stiffened, and cold sweat dripped down from his neck. The small room remained calm, with only Lord Todd, still kneeling at the door, staring blankly with his mouth agape at Lord Achilles having a fit
Today, Achilles amazed the master with his performance, effortlessly subduing the undead archmage amidst laughter and banter, bravely standing against the swarm of malevolent spirits, using his own chest to withstand the fangs of the evil entities. This is sufficient to demonstrate that he is a righteous and powerful magician. To become a follower of such a magical master, he writes his passionate life story with swords and fervor, which has been Todd's lifelong dream and obsession.
Dong Yang shook his head with a bitter smile and reached out to stop Todd, who was eager to try again: "Forget it, Todd, you are not her match. It is my fault; I should have thought of this earlier!" As he spoke, Dong Yang fixed his piercing gaze on the dark elf: "I should have known you would come!"
The little neurotic, with a face full of indignation, exclaimed: "If you weren't sent by the Wu family, then why on earth are you trying to drag me back to the An Ding Hospital!"
Sleip's gaze darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Dispel the danger!" Suddenly, a massive bone spear materialized in mid-air, howling with a terrifying sound that tore through the air as it shot towards the drow. At the same time, Sleip's hands were continuously tracing strange magical symbols, and amidst the fluctuations in the air, a death shield woven from eerie white bones appeared out of nowhere, blocking in front of Dong Yang
The dark elf's face turned green: "What stabilization hospital? Stop talking nonsense!"
Zhuo Er was momentarily taken aback, then suddenly burst into a wanton laugh, her laughter filled with desire: "Oh? You came for me? What makes you so special?" As she spoke, she lowered the bow and arrow in her hand, the arrow tip aimed at Dong Yang's groin, her eyes revealing unrestrained abandon.
Dong Yang spat and angrily said: "Don't think I don't know. You, a doctor, and you, a nurse, I just dealt with the doctor, and now the nurse has come. You are all sent by the hospital! You are all here to take me back to Wujiayao in Tianjin!"
Lord Todd came to see Dong Yang in the middle of the night. To avoid misunderstandings, he did not bring a knife. In a moment of urgency, he grabbed a chair and shouted, "Dark Elf, let go of the master!"
Sri Pu's eyes brightened, feeling a sense of ease throughout his body: "Yes, I am awake!" Only then did he suddenly notice Zhuo Er beside him, exclaiming in surprise: "Purenik, how did you get here? Did I fall asleep?" As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Yang's gentle voice sounded again
It is said that being hypnotized is like spraining an ankle; once it has happened for the first time, it becomes much easier to occur again.
Todd waited for a long time, finally unable to hold back a gentle cough. The little neurotic finally came to his senses and said with a serious expression: "Todd, you must know that my enemies are extremely terrifying..." Before he could finish his words, his keen mental perception sensed that the surrounding birds, mosquitoes, and even the floating air suddenly became tense, all revealing a signal: danger
Dong Yang sighed deeply and said, "How is Fat Zhou? Did you hit him?" Fat Zhou was the chubby bodyguard he had at the Anding Hospital. Todd immediately took note of this, realizing that His Excellency Achilles had a lost good friend, who could also be a relative, lover, or pet named Fat Zhou. If there was an opportunity in the future, he must find this person to please this great magician.
Yes, I woke up because of the danger, so I woke up...
After Dong Yang acquired the spiritual power of the undead, his eyes became much brighter, and his originally sharp-featured square face was further imbued with masculinity
Zhuo Er furrowed her brows, and a hint of murderous intent flickered in her lascivious gaze: "Oh? Then, man, why don't you tell me why I am here? But don't say it's for you. We have plenty of men... hmm..." The dark elf surprisingly concluded her words with a soul-stirring moan.
Those who recognize the times are the true heroes! Dong Yang quickly summarized for her
"Interesting, a man with black hair and yellow skin. Are there still such ethnic groups on the mainland?" Zhuo Er's tone was like a whisper, filled with allure
The little neurotic said cheerfully: "As long as you are not from Wujiayao, everything is negotiable! Awakening Sleep is very simple for me! But you must remember your promise!"
Dong Yang chuckled and nodded affirmatively: "I know! Although you are dressed very well, you cannot hide it from me!"
Dong Yang squinted his eyes, feeling a slight surprise in his heart
Zhuo Er let out a soft call, and like a ghostly apparition, she flashed to the side of the Necromancer. She threw the long arrow in her hand towards Dong Yang and, with a hint of joy, asked: "Sili Pu, you are awake?"
Zhuo Er snorted and muttered, "Damn it, Slip actually lost to this madman!" Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Dong Yang suddenly let out a strange cry, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and shouted angrily, "You say I'm a madman? You're the madman, your whole family is mad!" It seems that what the mentally ill fear the most is being called mad by others.
Before the words had left his mouth, the longbow in Zhuo Er's hand suddenly trembled, and simultaneously, three arrows shot out from both the front and back of the map and book!
The first arrow shattered Todd's chair, causing it to collapse to the ground in exhaustion. The second and third arrows struck the legs of the chair Todd was holding, reducing them to powder under the force contained in the long arrows. Meanwhile, the two black long arrows remained firmly in Todd's hands. Todd was once again taken aback, looking down at the two long arrows he was gripping, and tremblingly said to Dong Yang: "Master... be careful, he is not a warrior; he is a sorcerer"
Master Slip is currently sleeping soundly. The ropes that were tied around him are scattered on the ground, having been cut when Zhaor arrived just now
Zhuo Er nodded firmly, and Dong Yang laughed heartily as he turned to leave, taking Zhuo Er to the cellar where Slip was imprisoned. Lord Todd anxiously followed behind the two, filled with deep regret over his impulsive decision to seek out Lord Achilles.
The dark elf shook his head in great impatience: "No!"
Dong Yang took a few deep breaths, suppressing his grief and anger as he changed the subject: "My mental power can cover the entire courtyard; you could not have seen that doctor!" He was not foolish and still did not believe the words of the dark elf. He was very suspicious that this dark elf was deceiving him.
Paranoia is a typical combination of stream of consciousness and paranoia. Dong Yang still believes that Slip is a doctor at the psychiatric hospital, and naturally, this has led to a connection between the dark elves and Wujiayao.
Lord Todd is well aware that Lord Achilles, with his formidable psychic magic powers, will soon become the object of competition among the major forces of the Sun Empire, and he is destined to become a dazzling new star in the continent's magical realm. Even if he is not the legendary great prophet, his ability to defeat high-level necromancers certainly places him among the powerful beings between high-level and saint-level.
Dong Yang snorted and said resentfully, "You are all here for me!"
Dong Yang did not waste any words; he directly lifted the hypnosis, smiling gently as he clapped his hands lightly. He said softly, "You had a very sweet sleep. When I count down from ten to one, you will wake up." As he spoke, he began the countdown. When Dong Yang reached one, Sleepy stretched widely and opened his eyes.
The dark elf, with her alluring lips slightly parted, murmured in confusion, "What is Wujiayao?"