Lighthouse Town.

The drow swordsman Sharishi wore a black magic cloak adorned with scarlet lace, and hid his carefully combed dry white ponytail in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a cold face of ebony .

Inside the cloak is a perfectly handcrafted, perfectly inlaid pure black drow chainmail. This exquisite magical equipment is tightly fitted with his lean yet strong body, bending and folding with his movements, as if Like his second skin.

This drow elf walked silently on the streets of the lighthouse town, floating fast in front of passers-by like a ghost.

Every time I walk in this underground town with warm colors and a warm atmosphere, walking in this chaotic neighborhood, it will make Sharis's scarlet eyes flash a trance.

Because it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, an emotion that could shake his inner loneliness.

lonely? emotion? Sharish sneered at himself.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, and the figure shrouded in a black cloak stood alone in the middle of the street, as if feeling the crowd and the noise.

An ogre easily carried a chopped Zeke mushroom handle and passed in front of him. The burly body carried a stench of sweat mixed with a fishy smell, which smothered a passing underground dwarf. From the bottle in his hand, he pointed at him and cursed.

Seeing the ogre turn around and show a naive smile at him, the underground dwarf stopped cursing, raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, before staggering and disappearing into the shadows.

Sharish noticed the grim smile of satisfaction in life at the corner of the ogre's mouth and the figure of the underground dwarf shaking his head with a bottle of wine. He looked at the two of them with disdainful scarlet eyes, and sneered in his heart: They are two stinky fish and rotten shrimps who can only be content with pleasure.

Immediately afterwards, he was again attracted by the loud hawking on the left. He looked at the drow compatriots who were wearing an apron and hawking barbecues. Orange flames were dancing on the barbecue, and the coals on his messy long white hair. Grey stains are particularly dazzling.

Sharis looked at the sloppy drow compatriots, and was smiling at a small goblin customer bowing his head and bowing. He felt a burst of anger in his heart: a noble wizard, but only by selling barbecue on the street to make a living.

"Since you can't control the outside world, then control yourself. If the outside world doesn't suit me, then I'll adapt to them."

Sharis, who had been silent for a long time, kicked away the drunken goblin who was blocking his way and tried to reach out to grab his trouser legs and get up, and involuntarily tightened the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist, his voice was low: "There is no such thing in the world. Desperate situations, only people who are desperate for situations..."

Then he lowered the brim of his hat to cover his long dry white hair, and his soft short boots stepped on the icy ground and moved silently.

He is a drow elf in the Royal City of Rezim, a visitor from another world, and an alternate martial arts chief of the Wanruid family.

Of course, after the Black Dragon Disaster, he acquired a new identity: the betrayal of the Wan Ruide family.

However, none of these matters. For him, his most recognized identity is the 10th-level drow swordsmanship master.

Because he knows very well that in the underground city of Rezim King City, which is full of conspiracy and betrayal, strength can almost decide everything.

It is precisely because of his strong strength and unlimited growth potential that he has the right to say no.

Unknowingly, Salishi came to the door of a very unremarkable bar on a noisy street.

He looked up at the delicate wooden sign above the bar, which read 'Katalina's underground bar' in beautiful squiggles, and nothing else could indicate the function of the door in front of him.

With the opening and closing of the door, the wind chimes on the inside of the door made a crisp and pleasant sound, which made the drow elf frown. his interest.

The inside of the bar is very quiet, which is in strong contrast with the noisy environment outside the door. This quietness is different from the depressing stone house where he lives. It is a sense of relaxation and comfort.

It was this sense of ease that made his brows, which had just been stretched, frown again.

Frankly speaking, he didn't like coming to the lighthouse town, let alone this cozy bar.

This kind of atmosphere always makes his heart float, and his mood is affected, so that when he swings the sword, he is no longer as fast and powerful as usual.

But he had to come again, because it was about a battle for power in the royal city of Rezim.

In the world of the drow, there is nothing more important than power, the most powerful driving force in the religion of the dark elves, the power that keeps fiddling with hunger and thirst.

This is also why in the Royal City of Rezim, ambition trumps sympathy and kindness, because all these evil deeds are carried out with the acquiescence of the Spider God Queen.

Therefore, in the society of the dark elves, the ascension of power is paved by a series of assassinations and betrayals.

Rose, the spider goddess, is a **** who worships evil and chaos. He and the female high priests, as the true leaders of the dark elves, never discriminate against those who are ambitious with poisoned daggers.

Unscrupulous competition for power and position is what the Spider Queen agrees to do. If all the people of the Dark Elves want to climb the highest ladder, they must rely on conspiracy and betrayal to gain power in order to please the Spider Queen.

Therefore, those who succeeded in serving the spider **** queen are those priests who focus on constantly changing intrigues and intrigues.

The purpose of his coming here is to make comprehensive preparations for the backstab of the Wan Ruid family. As long as their plan is successful, their compatriots who have been struggling to survive until now will become the upstarts of the Royal City of Rezim.

The quiet bar was not broken by the arrival of the drow elves. The scattered drinkers just cast curious glances and were busy with the things in their hands.

Out of an instinctive habit, the drow swordsman Sharishi looked around vigilantly.

The female bar owner behind the counter was still surrounded by smoky smog just like the last time she saw him. In fact, Sharis looked down on this quasi-legendary salted fish player who had been around for 400 years.

But whenever he recalled the tauren player with a broken horn, he did not dare to have any dissatisfied thoughts in his mind, and only filled it with hypocritical respect.

Then he turned his attention to the neat rows of wine tables, and was the first to be surprised by a human from the surface.

This is a blond girl, she crossed her legs, leaned her whole body on the back of the chair, and sat comfortably, with half a glass of scarlet wine and a sheathed sword beside the table, as if she was killing boredom time.

What a strange surface human.

Sharish muttered inwardly, and continued to look away.

The four strange combinations of trolls, kuo-toas, half-orcs and gray dwarves on the opposite side of the blond girl gathered around a table where "silence" was cast... playing mahjong.

Their mouths opened and closed, revealing a hideous silent smile, which was quite comical.

In the corner behind the four is a silent mind flayer (Octopus), next to his table is a tauren-specific big wine glass (slightly smaller than a bucket) filled with the cheapest ale. His bloated eyes were the same as dead fish eyes, still so creepy.

At this moment, the vomit-like mouth of the octopus brother was twitching like an addicted hagfish, and then dripped some greasy mucus along the tentacles from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this poor guy hasn't had the brains of his prey lately.

Rao, Sharis, who was known for his ferocity and cruelty, couldn't help but cast a pitying glance.

Why do you say he is poor?

Because whenever this poor guy is going to **** the brains of living creatures, he will be nauseated and vomit, but if he doesn't **** the brains, it will be like an addiction, and the corners of his mouth will twitch and drip. Dropped mucus.

In short, this is an octopus brother who doesn't like to **** his brain.

The weak adapt to the environment, the strong eliminate the environment, and the weak are eliminated by the environment, so this octopus brother has a long way to go.

Suddenly, from the corner of Sharis's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a thinly-clad underground dwarf in the other corner, and his expression suddenly changed.

"It's really unlucky to meet this guy again." Sharis cursed inwardly, and then walked towards the goblin merchant's table.

After a while, the thin underground dwarf began to gently play the hourglass-shaped lute in his arms, and a segment of low and sad music suddenly echoed in the cozy bar:

time

still cool

Bitter tea cool to induce flowers to fall

When will the teenage silk be rubbed with snow

miss

still lingering

trapped in misery

Silence and darkness

If you say

a dream

Fluorescent and crying old sorrow

The young man lost his head at some point

…

Hearing such sad music, everyone in the bar cast their eyes on the thin underground dwarf.

At this time, if eyes can kill people, I am afraid that this underground dwarf has died many times.

The angry gray dwarf slammed the table, blowing his beard and staring at the underground dwarf to vent his dissatisfaction.

Unfortunately, the surroundings were already shrouded in silence, so in the eyes of several people, he was like a funny clown with his mouth open and closed.

Finally, under the pull of the troll hunter and his crazy eyes, he glanced at the counter in fear, sat back like a good baby, and continued to play mahjong.

The sad music was still reverberating, but the angry eyes slowly softened, until it turned into a helpless sigh.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of a glass hitting the skull was heard, followed by the sound of the glass falling to the ground.

Finally, with a muffled sound of 'bang', the thin underground gnome fell from the chair to the ground, and the sad music stopped abruptly.

"Crazy!" The blond girl glanced at the unconscious underground dwarf, then continued to cross her legs and leaned comfortably on the chair.

The bar fell silent again for a short while, and after a while, it fell back into a murmur of murmurs.

Then they all turned their puzzled eyes to the smoke-shrouded figure inside the counter.

Who is this little girl?

Drow swordsman Sharish gave him a puzzled look, then threw a wine glass and knocked the nasty dwarf unconscious.

Although puzzled, he did not ask, but turned and walked towards the goblin merchant.

"Hello, Mr. Charlotte, long time no see." Sharis pulled out the chair and sat up, lifted the hood over his head, and greeted with a blank face.

"Long time no see." The goblin businessman wearing a wide-brimmed hat put down the wine glass in his hand slowly and methodically, reached out and stroked the shift beast tentacles on both sides of the hat and nodded in response.

"How is the preparation of the goods I need?" Sharish asked directly.

"Well... let me think about it." The goblin businessman tapped the table lightly, pondered for a moment and then replied: "Orcs, goblins, bear goblins and a few trolls and ogres, these cannon fodder slaves add up to a total of five About a hundred."

"It's a little too little. You know our purpose, Mr. Charlotte, who is omnipotent." Sharis frowned slightly.

In order to overthrow the Wan Ruid family, they must give them a fatal blow in the chaos of the battlefield, eradicating all the nobles.

If the nobles are left alive, they will directly point out their evil deeds, and their backstab will become a public treason, which will attract the hypocritical justice of Rezim King City. As merciless as their personalities are.

That is to say, if their action this time fails, all the compatriots in the Royal City of Rezim will be wiped out, and none of them will be left.

On the other hand, if they kill all the nobles of the Wanruide family, even if other families see it, their identification will be useless, and they can even get private praise.

The justice and facts of the dark elves have nothing to do with the investigation, because no one cares about that.

Therefore, their action this time is to bet the lives of all the compatriots in the Royal City of Rezim, or they will become upstarts after success, or they will be cut down and rooted out if they fail.

"There are already quite a few. These are slaves that I bought at a high price from the dusk merchant, and the fighting power is still very strong." The goblin merchant shook his head with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to have a relationship with the Dusk Merchant. I was so surprised, Mr. Charlotte." Sharis looked at the goblin with a confident smile on his face in shock.

On the surface continent, there are some great people whose names are rarely mentioned, and their deeds are only circulated in whispers.

One of them is the Twilight Merchants, an alliance of chamber heads that trades exclusively with Mystery Customers in the Underdark.

In this solitary fraternity gathers many cautious and bold figures, each ruled by ambition rather than morality.

The members of this mysterious organization have been carefully selected and undergo a long and difficult investigation, which is not only determined by the members of the organization, but also influenced by the mysterious power from the underground.

Those who pass the test will be given a precious opportunity to open a window into a hidden realm: a trading city with the right to enter the King City of Rezim.

"But to be on the safe side, I think the more power the outsiders have, the better." Sharis, who pondered for a moment, looked at the goblin businessman and continued.

"There is a ranger from the surface that may be of interest to you." The goblin merchant was silent for a moment, then suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

"A ranger from the surface? Is it reliable?" Sharis stared at the goblin merchant's expression.

If it's just a ranger from the surface, he doesn't think he can bring about a twist in their actions, but the cunning goblin seems to take it seriously.

"Don't worry, people are still very reliable, just like us, and it seems that this strange ranger already knows what you are doing, and even took the initiative to mention to me to participate in this war." The goblin businessman's voice just fell, the door The wind chimes suddenly made a pleasant sound.

"Look, he's not here already." The goblin merchant pointed his finger at the door, picked up the wine glass and tasted the dark blue wine in it.

The drow elf Sharis immediately turned his attention to the direction of the door.

A figure also shrouded in a black cloak came into his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the ranger seemed to sense his gaze, and his calm gaze greeted him directly, and walked towards them.

What a heavy murderous!

Sharis, who had a keen intuition, sensed a dangerous aura from the ranger, and immediately withdrew his gaze without a trace.

"Mr. Charlotte, is this the contact person of Rizm Royal City?" Thorne glanced at the drow elf with a delicate ponytail and a stern face, and turned his attention to the calm goblin merchant.

"Hello, Mr. Ranger from the surface, I'm Sharish from the Royal City of Rezim." Sharish pondered for a while, then got up and introduced himself first.

"You can represent everyone? If you can't be the master, let your master come over and talk." Thorne looked at the other party and said calmly.