Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 166 - 166 70 Dark Elf

166: Chapter 70 Dark Elf 166: Chapter 70 Dark Elf Olin City level 57, all residential houses had their doors tightly shut, and the streets were eerily empty.

Relying on the limited electricity from ergency generators, the streetlights that were supplied with power emitted a faint glow.

Aske walked briskly with his sword, dea closely following behind.

“Is it really okay to split into three?” dea asked with a laugh, “Aren’t you worried about them facing unmanageable crises on levels 52 and 30?”

“After all the training they’ve undergone under my command, I have at least so confidence in them,” Aske replied.

“Then, why did you choose only to accompany you?” dea continued.

Aske glanced at her and did not answer.

dea sneered internally, understanding that he did not trust her split personality, fearing that she might unleash dusa and spark a fiercer bloodbath in the city.

But what about trust between people?

You trust them like that, yet you don’t trust alone?

She twisted her wine-red hair tips, growing angrier by the mont, wishing she could rush up, hug him, and then explode right there.

As they continued walking, they saw a large number of combatants’ bodies, first those of rcenaries, then Spartans, mixed with the remains of so strange creatures.

The creatures had sharp, horizontally protruding ears, extrely coarse hair that was ssily bundled at the back with a tal ring.

With four eyeballs in two pairs of eyes, their irises, unseeing in death, were bright red; where the nose should be was only a bump, and their mouths had teeth sharp like a shark’s.

Dark Elves.

Unlike the “beautiful humanoid with pointed ears” from fairy tales, the native Elves in the world of “Iron and Fire” looked exactly like these monstrous shapes, and they were completely reproductively isolated from humans.

Rather, the so-called “Half-elf” was closer to the description in fairy tales; they were descendants of human individuals mixed with a small amount of Elf genes during the genetic engineering experints of the Second Epoch.

Individuals like dea with the Enchanting Demon Bloodline were similar products.

“Are these Dark Elves?” dea pondered.

“Sothing’s not right,” Aske said.

“Dark Elves reside in the Abyss, an intelligent race unrelated to Magic Tide; they should not be here.”

“Could it be?” dea’s imagination kicked in imdiately, “Is there a mysterious force taking advantage of the Magic Tide to intentionally release these Dark Elves into the city, aiming to achieve so unspeakable purpose?”

“Hard to say,” Aske shook his head, “Does your conspiracy insight detect anything?”

dea paused and frowned, “No.”

“Then, even if there is the mysterious force you ntioned, its malice isn’t targeted at us,” Aske said calmly, “We just need to eliminate the enemies, then leave the headache to Olympia City.”

“Should we call the girls back?” asked dea.

Due to the damages to the radio equipnt during the Magic Tide rise, only dea’s Mind Power was currently functional; however, her “Mind I” communication range was not extensive.

Calling others back would certainly waste a lot of ti.

“No need,” Aske said.

“They should be able to handle Dark Elves.”

“Besides, I can’t possibly keep protecting you all like this forever.”

“That’s really touching,” dea said half-seriously, “My heart is all aflutter.”

“Keep your girlish emotions in check,” Aske commanded.

“There’s a battle ahead.”

dea quickly looked forward and noticed several Spartan warriors retreating from the dark, led by Rudashus.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound, as if a giant beast’s upper and lower jaws were frantically chomping.

“Aske!” Rudashus saw Aske and dea together, imdiately shouting a warning, “Quick, move closer to !

These monsters excel at launching ambushes from the darkness!

Plus, their weapons are poisoned, fatal on contact!”

“Alright.” Aske said this, signaling dea to follow him.

The two joined three Spartan warriors, then saw creatures rushing out from the darkness.

These were living Dark Elves, around seven or eight of them, rapidly forming a blockade.

Their nerve-bundle-like hair swayed in the air, as if secretly communicating with each other, and their crimson, four-eyed gaze shifted chaotically within their sockets.

Their hands, dry as old pigeon claws, clutched extrely sharp swords, the blades shimring with a cyan-red luster, clearly coated with poison.

“Thug-Ro-Chusta’ka!” The Dark Elves bared their teeth, shouting in their strange language.

Thug-Ro-Chusta’ka, be a slave or die.

From the forums in his past life, Aske also recognized so of the Dark Elf language.

So, were these Dark Elves here for a slavery raid?

What a joke, coming to enslave in the largest supernatural city of humans, where even the City Lord was a Demigod?

Aske pondered for a mont and then asked Rudashus,

“Where are your people?”

“The rest have died in battle,” Rudashus answered.

“These guys’ poisoned weapons are potent; a scratch can imdiately cause unconsciousness on the brink of death.

You all be careful.”

Almost annihilated, yet speaking about it so insouciantly, only Spartans could do that.

In previous lifeti gas, to hone his skills of Star Nine Forms, Aske had also gone to Sparta City State for training and had a rather good impression of these straightforward warriors.

Seeing almost all their n dead, Aske felt slightly remorseful and suggested,

“Maybe you should leave first; the two of us can handle these monsters.”

“Hey!” dea couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

What kind of rcy is this?

“Spartans never turn their backs on an enemy,” Rudashus replied decisively.

“Even if it ans death?” Aske asked.

“Even if it ans death,” Rudashus raised his Great Sword.

“Alright then,” Aske sighed.

Spartans had that temperant, never shirking from battle, which he already knew well.

But honestly, fighting these creatures alone was much easier than teaming up with NPCs, as he wouldn’t have to worry about protecting teammates.

These Dark Elves, if like the settings in previous life gas, appeared to be novice warriors from their attire, belonging to the third social stratum of the Dark Elf Clan.

Dark Elf novice warriors usually active in the Main Plane for slave raids were generally Lv.3, about the sa Level as these Spartan warriors, holding the Sequences “Sharp Weapons I,” “Evasion I,” and “Intuition I.”

If they advanced to the second stratum of Official Knights, they might choose Sequences like “Toxin,” “Weakness,” or “Shadow” from Magic Potion based on their profession.

Due to their proficiency in combat skills and hidden assassination, especially in the current scenario of citywide blackout and extrely low visibility, Dark Elf novice warriors practically countered the robust combat style of Spartans.

However, for Aske now, their assassination skills were just not up to scratch.

After all, he was a professional capable of defeating higher-ranked White-clothed Assassins.