"Children are innocent."

Thorne followed Carlock's footsteps, treading silently on the broken floor with vigilant, fast footsteps, and the warning given to him by the barmaid before leaving came to his mind again.

If the child is innocent, is his act of slaughtering humanoid cubs in the emerald field all evil?

Because he knew very well that if these little cubs were not killed, they would become a new threat when they grew up.

Therefore, he wondered why the other party would say that the children of the drow are innocent. Isn't the reasoning the same?

The more Thorne thought about it, the more confused he became, so much so that his silent rhythm was interrupted by an inadvertently kicked rubble by the side of the road.

"Your mind is very restless, is there something bothering you?"

Suddenly, Carlock, who was leading the way, stopped and turned to look at the half-elf ranger who was shrouded in shadows and whose body was almost illusory.

It has to be said that the ranger's ability to sneak in the shadows exceeds that of most drow warriors who are naturally suited for stealth assassination.

If you don't look carefully, Carlock thinks it's hard to spot the people around him.

It can be seen that the other party must have some kind of shadow power, but because of this, he realized that the Ranger's mind was a little unstable.

"Why do you see it?" Thorne met the deep eyes of the drow elf calmly.

"The two of us left the lighthouse town and walked through eight rough tunnels, thirteen small caves, an underground river and a mushroom forest, and walked about 27 kilometers."

Carlock gave Thorne a reassuring smile, indicating that he should not be so nervous: "In this walk, you have kicked the small gravel on the ground five times, and three times the underground monsters that have disturbed the hunting. I think, with the Your ability is completely capable of making zero mistakes."

Thorne withdrew his gaze unnaturally, turned it to the icy rock wall, stared at a rat that disappeared in the crevice of the rock, and said the question in his heart: "I'm wondering if the child of the drow race is a child of the drow race. Innocent."

"Since you live in the surface world, have you ever killed a humanoid cub?" The drow gave Thorne a surprised look, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"Gnolls, goblins, ogres, kobolds, and many other evil races, I have killed them all, and I have never hesitated." Thorne thought for a while and replied seriously.

"Then why did you kill him?" Carlock nodded secretly and continued to ask.

"I think they all deserve to die. They know the truth of cutting weeds without leaving future troubles." Thorne seemed to understand a little in his heart.

"If that's the case, then you can just follow your own feelings and don't care about other people's opinions." Carlock took a step forward, and under the vigilant gaze of the Ranger, he reached out and patted his shoulder, smiling. said:

"The reason is actually very simple. If you think these cubs deserve to die, then pick up the sharp blade in your hand and kill them without hesitation. If you think there is goodness in them, then put away your killing intent and let them go. The way of life, that's all, there is nothing to tangle."

"It turns out that you can just follow your own feelings." Thorne said to himself, he immediately understood what to do, and then gave the drow a thankful look.

Carlock responded with a faint smile, then turned around and left the Ranger with a slightly lonely back, and said with emotion:

"In a dark elf society, every little baby grows up, in addition to learning basic motor and language skills like all sentient beings, must also accept the various behaviors and norms that maintain the rule of this evil society.

Just like male drow, their growth process is accompanied by countless hours of constant reminders and warnings that their status is far lower than that of female drow.

Under this harsh discipline, even an adult male drow elf will bow his arrogant head under the indoctrination of evil thoughts. "

"So most male drows and real slaves are only the difference in name, right?" Thorne looked at the back of the drow, silent for a long time, and expressed his opinion.

"Almost." Carlock turned his back to Thorne, and involuntarily moved his hand to the hilt of the sword to tighten it, then slowly loosened it, looking at the deep darkness, and continued:

"In the final analysis, this is a world where the strong are respected. As long as you have absolute strength, no one will dare to underestimate you. Even the most vicious and arrogant drow women will be polite when facing the family's wizards. ."

In fact, he didn't want the ranger in front of him to participate in this cruel struggle. The family infighting in the Royal City of Rezim was full of the most violent conspiracy and betrayal.

While these fierce battles have limited the rapid growth of the city's population, it has also ensured that the drow of Rezim King City are the toughest, most cunning survivors, and, deadliest warriors.

Therefore, Carlock is very worried that the filth and evil of Rezim Royal City will pollute the heart of this kind ranger. Although he wants to dissuade the other party from leaving here, he cannot force others.

An evil drow to accuse a good half-elf of yearning for the light? Sounds really funny.

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In front of a well-carved arch, Thorne stopped, because under the leadership of Carlock, they had reached the royal city of Rizm.

In front of the hundreds of tunnels leading to the huge cavern of Rezim King City, Kalok led Thorne through one of the inconspicuous tunnels, and in the soft magical light, he officially entered the range of Rezim King City.

At this time, behind the arch, in a small stone room, two heavily armed drow warriors blocked the way.

"Hey man, you're lucky you caught a **** from the surface."

One of the drow warriors walked up to Kalock, looked at Thorne unscrupulously, and said in surprise: "Today's entry fee will be waived for you, you can get out."

"I mean you can go, not you, are you as stupid as an ogre?" As Thorne was about to follow Karlock into the city, an outstretched arm and a frivolous taunt stopped him the way to go.

At the same time, Carlock also stopped and looked coldly at the drow warrior blocking the road.

Thorne stood silently on the spot, looking at everyone's subtle movements from the corner of his eyes, and found that the two drow warriors who were blocking the way had quietly moved their hands to the hilt of the knife at their waists.

As an outsider brought back by the drow, his identity is easily associated with the word 'slave'.

His race is a half-elf, and his bloodline carries the blood of the surface elves, the enemies of the drow elves, which leads to the fact that the price of elves and half-elves in the slave market is not only expensive, but also in short supply, because they are sacrificed by the drow elves to Luo The best offering of silk.

The two drow warriors guarding the goal in front of them obviously wanted to use their private power to detain him here.

However, in order not to cause a necessary fight, Thorne acted as a 'slave' so honestly, without any rashness.

"Want to know what it's like to stand guard with a bare butt?" Carlock looked at the drow warrior blocking the road with a relaxed expression, and said playfully.

"Huh?" The drow warrior who had moved his hand to the hilt was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what the other party's nonsense words meant.

However, in an instant, he understood the true meaning of this sentence.

The drow warrior heard the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed, and then an afterimage passed by in front of him, and then he noticed the strangeness and slight pain in his lower body.

The wind blows the fart and the fart is cold...

"I'm really sorry, in fact, I originally wanted to shave your hair for you by the way, but I accidentally hurt you because my hand speed was a little slow.

But you're really lucky that I was able to stop it in time, so it didn't fall off. It should be... still usable. "

Carlock put the sharp blade into the scabbard, glanced at the drow warrior who was clutching his lower body and exclaimed, and led Thorne into the tunnel.

"Despicable commoners, may the sun always shine on your head." Then came the vicious curses of the drow warriors behind the two.

Thorne followed Carlock and walked silently along the tunnel, preparing to enter this exquisite and great city full of conspiracy and betrayal.

"Because we are all civilians in the royal city, we can only live in chaotic neighborhoods." Carlock stopped at the entrance of the cave and reminded Thorne beside him:

"Be careful, the slaves here are not stupid creatures. In addition to being restless, they can clearly distinguish between commoners and nobles."

Walking in the chaotic and noisy streets, Thorne could clearly feel the hostility of goblins, the greed of orcs, the eagerness of ogres, and even the malicious gaze of other drow.

However, all this turned into panic and distance after he pulled out his long sword in an instant and decapitated a troll who was trying to approach him.

This is a chaotic neighborhood. Without provoking the nobles, almost no one will care whether these blind slaves are dead or alive.

Because in the royal city of Rezim, there is a rule that transcends all laws: don't get caught!

But this kind of deterrence didn't last long. When Thorne and Carlock turned around and entered an alley, they were immediately blocked by a dozen orcs with bad looks.

"Leave the... shiny... coins, and... edible... food, and you can get out."

Among the beastmen, the only leader with a broken axe came out, and gestured with lame underground common language and gestures, trying to convey to Thorne what he wanted to express.

"Don't be so impulsive, it's just a group of orcs with little resistance, just let me send them away." Carlock frowned slightly and reached out to stop Thorne from drawing his sword.

The murderousness of the ranger in front of him is too heavy, this is not a good habit, Carlock thought to himself.

"I'm afraid your character is not suitable for living here." Thorne stepped back and reminded in a flat tone.

"They don't pose any threat to me. This is a meaningless killing." Carlock smiled, not paying attention to Thorne's reminder, reaching out to take out something.

"Pfft!"

However, unexpectedly, when Carlock was about to speak, a dark shadow floated behind the leading orc, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the head of the surprised orc flew into the dust.

"roll!"

Hei Ying snarled sharply, followed by a slight tremor of the long sword in his hand, and with a soft sound of 'hum', all the blood that tainted the sharp blade was blown away, and it became sharp again.

The orcs looked in horror at the instantly separated corpses on the ground, and immediately turned into an alley full of filth and gravel to flee frantically.

"You will soon learn how to respect the Fourth Calamity Family." The dark shadow holding a long sword looked at the fleeing orcs, and kept the voice in his throat very low.

Suddenly, a strange evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the direction the orc was fleeing, and gently waved the arm hidden in the magic black cloak. A black cloud that could block dark vision and ordinary light stopped the beast. on the path of people fleeing.

This is the innate spell of the drow: Darkness.

It worked just as it happened, and the orcs who fled into the darkness were soon followed by blind rammings and cannonball-like curses.

Then, in a good mood, the dark shadow put the long sword into the scabbard, turned to look at the two of Thorne, and made a low voice: "You really don't fit here, my good teacher Carlock."

"At least I'm still alive, it proves that what you said is not completely correct, isn't it? My most outstanding student Sharis." Carlock's brows furrowed again, looking at the shadow and said.

"Time will prove everything, let's go." Sharish left a sentence blankly and walked towards the depths of the alley first.

Thorne and the two followed behind Sharish, walking unimpeded in the chaotic alleyway.

The journey was very quiet, because all the troublemakers who emerged from the alley were killed by Sharis's fierce sword.

Suddenly, Sharis, who was walking out of the alley, stopped and turned to look opposite.

"That's the living area of ​​the Wanread family." Seeing Thorne also looking over suspiciously, Carlock whispered beside him.

In Thorne's eyes, the building is four sturdy stone pillars that connect the ceiling to the ground, hollowed out into many rooms.

Then the four stone pillars are connected by low walls and bridges made of metal or rock, and a red gargoyle stares down from the countless battlements, like a silent sentinel guard.

Gargoyles are monstrous creatures made of earth, with a diabolical appearance and hideous faces, and powerful spellcasters like to recruit gargoyles as guards for their homes.

They were as motionless as ordinary stone statues, and then silently waited to enjoy the moment of terror they brought to the invaders after breaking the stillness.

In addition to the four huge stone pillars, the entire area of ​​the Wan Ruide family is tightly surrounded by tall mushrooms, among which are regularly mixed with many screaming mushrooms.

These are human-sized, intelligent mushrooms that, just like their name, emit a piercing screeching sound when any creature approaches.

Many intelligent races in the Underdark will grow screaming mushrooms in their spheres of influence, and use their invasion signals as early warning.

"It will soon be ours."

Sharish quietly watched the eerie and extraordinary carvings and gargoyles in the heavily fortified Wanread family settlement, as well as the gorgeous demon fire flickering in the air, and his scarlet eyes gradually became hot.

A cruel sneer slid across the thin lips of the drow when he thought of the imminent raid on it, and the countless guardians of the Ten Thousand Reds would die under his sword.

The three of them traveled almost half of the city and finally came to the edge of the huge cave.

On the walls of the huge cave, many caves with unique world have been excavated in the precipitation of countless years.

Although the entrance of the cave seems to be only enough for one person to pass through, the space inside is very huge, and their so-called fourth natural disaster family is hiding in one of the caves.

Sharish looked up at a cave nearly ten meters above the ground, and the wooden balcony on the edge of the cave that people could easily access. easily landed on the balcony.

"I'll take you up." Carlock smiled, grabbed Thorne's shoulders and jumped, landing firmly on the balcony with him.

When the three entered the cave, rows of icy crossbow arrows locked them all.

However, after their partner recognized the identity of the two, they quickly put it away.

That's the rule of thumb for Rezim: Always be vigilant and never trust anyone.

"Why didn't you leave?" Looking at the figure of Sharish disappearing in the corridor of the cave, Carlock noticed Thorne who was always standing on the edge of the cave entrance and cast a suspicious look.

"I haven't seen a big city in the underground world. I'm taking this opportunity to see the scenery. As the owner of this place, won't you introduce me?" Thorne walked out of the cave and came to the edge of the balcony.

This place already belongs to the commanding heights of this huge cave, with a bird's-eye view of the entire Rezim King City.

Thorne leaned halfway against the fence of the balcony, looking down at the colorful city.

Huge spider sculptures shone with energy, countless demonic fires floated in mid-air, ornate stone pillar carvings and majestic stone statues were bathed in eternal magical light, showing off the beautiful creations that the dark elves were proud of all the time.

"No matter what race it is, if you appreciate the city from this angle, it's really shocking." Thorne sighed from the bottom of his heart when he saw Carlock walking over.

"The most central area of ​​the Royal City of Rezim is the place where the entire city cultivates elites. The spider-shaped preacher is called: Spider Academy, where all the priestesses of Rose in the entire city complete their inauguration.

The place over there with its elegant appearance and its many towering spires is: the Academy of Warlocks, where wizards and sorcerers study, and also the most aspirational place for the ambitious or maverick male drow, because there they can stay away from the big world for the rest of their lives. Most of the family politics, living a life of isolation, unfortunately this is a very talented profession.

As for the very simple pyramid-shaped building called: Fighting Martial Tower, it is the place where all male drow warriors learn.

In the fighting tower, the male drow elves from civilians, unless they have a handsome appearance or show outstanding talent in martial arts, can only undertake the work assigned by the upper level, that is, the large-scale hard labor, domestic servants and service common soldier of the nobility. "

"What is the huge glowing stone pillar in the center for?" Thorne asked.

"The Pillar of Taiam, in this place where there are no seasons of day and night, this is the only way for the drow to record the passage of time, and judge the time according to the strength of the magical light on the stone pillar."

"Actually, I am very curious. In this precarious life, the drow are also forced to engage in never-ending infighting, so why the city can survive and be strong." Thorne asked again.

"The answer is: Rose, the queen of spider gods." Carlock's deep eyes looked at the spider sculpture in the center of the city:

"The cruel Spider God provoked his devout followers to fight with each other, in addition to improving and strengthening his people, it would also make the survivors stronger, smarter, and better able to serve him.

The Spider-God Queen frequently responds to the rituals of Priestess Rose and harms the enemies of the drow by any means possible, including battles between families, provided that the sacrifices in the ritual can make the Spider-God worthy satisfied after.

All drows who do not worship Rose must be converted or destroyed, all weak and betrayed drows must be eliminated, his mad hobbies make his admirers choke each other by the throat, and the strongest remain , the most deceitful, cruel, vicious survivor. "

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