Carlock took Thorne into the long corridor of the cave. The corridor was very quiet. There was no one else except the two goblin slaves sweeping the floor.

There are faint clusters of faint demon fires floating here. These firelights not only ensure that dark vision can see things clearly, but also ordinary vision will not be affected.

"I found that very few people in this city choose candle lighting." To avoid echoes, Thorne kept his voice down as much as possible, and then continued to look around.

The rock walls on both sides of the corridor are all carved with spider-themed carvings, which are combined with each other to form a huge artwork.

However, in the case that vision is not affected in any way.

Thorne easily found the traces of many sharp blades on the wall after the collision, and the black bloodstains hidden in the depths of the nicks. It seems to be silently telling him about the slaughter and evil in the ubiquitous and exquisite carvings.

"Candles symbolize selflessness and devotion, light and hope. Obviously, the spider goddess hates these things most, and she also doesn't want her people to be shrouded in this light."

Carlock looked a little worriedly at the goblin cleaning the hallway and explained to Thorne:

"So, in the entire Rizm Royal City, only priests and wizards will light candles, because only in this way can they read precious scrolls and books."

"what!!!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a shrill scream in the silent corridor, which echoed for a long time.

A cobweb sprayed from the top covered the goblin's head. Although the goblin was struggling desperately, the paralyzing toxin attached to the cobweb made his struggle even weaker.

At this time, a huge mutant spider slowly crawled down along the spider web, and the scarlet stripes on the black body, under the light of the demon fire, added a bit of horror and terror to the spider, which directly caused the goblin's wailing and struggle to become even more intense. Violently.

As the mutant spider's fangs landed on the goblin's neck, his small body froze suddenly, and then his limbs drooped down, and the mutant spider swayed to the top of the cave.

"Be careful, these ferocious mutant spiders like to hunt people with eyes on the top of their heads. Except for Evelyn, they don't care if you are a dark elves or other races."

Carlock took a deep breath, lowered the hood a little, and reminded Thorne in a low voice.

"Is this to make people learn to bow their heads?" Thorne glanced at the flashing red lights on the top of the cave, chuckled lightly, and walked towards the depths of the promenade with Carlock's footsteps.

His right hand, accompanied by a low chuckle, had already moved to the hilt of the sword. Thorne was confident that when the spider web came out from under the hood of his head, what greeted the predator was a long handle exuding fiery flames. sword.

At the end of the corridor, a richly decorated stone door marked their destination.

Sharis, who was waiting at the door, glanced at the two of them displeasedly, pushed open the stone door and walked in first, followed by Thorne.

This is a fairly spacious stone room hall. In the hall, in addition to an Evelyn leaning on the stone chair with a big belly, there are also two drows in the robes of priestess Rose standing on the left and right sides of her. Elf.

Regarding the priestesses on the left and right sides of Evelynn, Thorne could easily distinguish them through Maja's friends and a little mention on Karlock Road.

The one on Evelyn's right is called Shirlin, a slender, short-looking drow woman who looks weak and frail.

Of course, if you really think so, you are very wrong.

Because Xielin is second only to Evelyn in the fourth natural disaster family, and is a Rose priest whose strength has reached the level of a third-order hero. As for why it has risen so fast, it is naturally inseparable from Rose's belief.

The drow woman on Evelyn's left is Marion, and compared with Shirlin's figure, it is extremely polarized.

This is a very burly drow woman. If she is more than ten centimeters taller, she is a barbarian in the extreme north. Many people don't notice her ebony-colored skin. When, he would definitely nod his head subconsciously.

The strength of the Rose priestess named Marion also reached the third-order hero level, only a little behind the level of Shirlin.

At the same time, in front of the three of them was kneeling a drow man who was shrouded in a magic black cloak. His head was almost touching the rocky ground, and his long dry white hair hung down from the hood, scattered like garbage. land.

On the side of several people, there was a drow woman who Thorne could not recognize. This woman shrouded her slender figure in a pure black wizard robe, looking more like a wizard.

However, the current level of wizards is generally low in the player group, and almost all of them do not have the ability to participate in wars.

Then, obviously, this woman should be a higher-level warlock.

"Salix, have you forgotten how to knock on the door?" Marion's burly body faithfully reflected her violent temper.

"But at least I haven't forgotten how to draw the sword." Sharis glanced coldly at the angry Marion, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "Then, do you want to try my speed at drawing the sword? A stupid woman with a developed and simple mind!"

"You have succeeded in angering me, Sharish!" Marion roared harshly at the naked provocation and humiliation of Sharish, and her scarlet eyes shone with anger at the same time, and then she did not hesitate to put her hand up Reaching out to the snake head whip wrapped around his waist.

The handle of the snake head whip is made of very simple pure gold, but the whip body and whip head are living poisonous snakes.

In drow society, only evil priestesses of Lorth are allowed.

Once enchanted, a snake head whip identifies a specific individual as its wielder, and can only be used by another person after another confession ceremony.

This is because anyone who touches them will be attacked by them except the professed wielder.

Moreover, the recognition ceremony must be approved by the spider goddess, so the priestesses of Rose regard this whip as a personal gift from the spider goddess.

Similarly, if the priestesses use it for behaviors that go against the will of the spider queen, the snake head whip will lose its due effect, and in severe cases, it will even turn around and attack its master.

The six live venomous snakes of the snake's head whip began to twist excitedly in Marion's swing, as if in anticipation of the evil punishment that was about to come.

Seeing Marion walking towards him with a snake head whip, Sharish stared blankly at the twisted priestess.

Because he is very clear that in the society of dark elves, status and respect need to be fought for by their own strength.

In the Wan Ruide family, he can win a position for himself with his own strength, which is also a truth here, so for his own dignity, he will never back down.

"Marion, don't let our two guests see the joke." Suddenly, Evelyn, who was lying on the stone chair, comforted her.

Then the pale red eyes looked at the vigilant Sharish casually, and said with a smile: "Sharish, I hope your sword can be as sharp as your mouth, don't let me down."

Sharish snorted coldly and said no more.

Marion also stopped and wrapped the snake head whip around the bucket's thick waist.

Suddenly, her anger that has not yet subsided noticed another drow warrior who was crawling on the ground and looked up to watch the excitement, directly waving his fists and roaring: "Gerson, when will I allow you to look up!"

The drow warrior Gerson, who was crawling on the ground, trembled in fear, and continued to lie on the ground in fear.

"Climb over!" Marion ordered Gerson, who put his head to the ground.

Gerson immediately turned and crawls to Marion's feet.

Seeing Gerson crawling in front of her, Marion nodded slyly, then stretched out her hand to him, while her angry scarlet eyes kept staring at the silent Sharish.

Drow swordsmanship master Sharishi felt the opponent's provocative gaze, and returned a glance full of disdain.

"Kiss my hand!" Marion took a deep breath and ordered the drow crawling in front of her again.

Gerson got up in panic and kissed the back of Marion's outstretched hand violently.

"Stand up!" Marion gave a third order.

Gerson got up quickly, but before he could stand up completely, Marion threw an iron fist in the middle of the face and knocked him to the ground.

"If you dare to move, I'll chop you up!" Marion threatened nakedly.

Gerson, who was about to get up, stayed where he was in fright, because he didn't dare to question Marion's cruel words.

Sharish still looked back at him with disdain. He knew very well that the other party's series of performances was nothing more than killing the chickens and showing the monkeys. The purpose of targeting him was far greater than punishing Gerson on the ground.

However, in order to make him submit, you must first test how sharp the sword in his hand is.

"Enough, Marion, you are touching my bottom line!" At this moment, Carlock, who was standing beside Thorne, roared angrily.

Then he walked directly over to help the obedient Gerson up, his deep eyes staring coldly at the drow priestess Marion.

Marion's pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked unnaturally away from the other party's cold gaze.

Obviously, the irascible woman is also afraid of really angering the kind Carlock.

As a Marion who had witnessed Carlock's battle, he had long been convinced by the fierce momentum and superb swordsmanship of the opponent, including Evelyn, who had to give him three points.

However, the fact that she was afraid of Carlock's aura did not mean that she was also afraid of other males in the room.

So the irascible Priestess Rose locked her gaze on the last half-elf.

This half-elf from the surface is the one that Karlock strongly requested to meet in person, so I want to see what your abilities are, find Marion who is the target of venting again, and subconsciously lick her scarlet lips.

"Mixed **** on the surface, don't the rules in the corridor teach you how to lower your humble head?"

Marion took out the snake's head whip, and in the dance of the six live poisonous snakes, she came to Thorne in an instant, and let out a harsh roar.

Although the activated snake head of the snake head whip is not poisonous, the fangs on the snake head are very long.

When the sharp fangs scar the opponent, they instantly inject magical energy from the wound. This pain is both numb and tearing through the tensing of the victim's muscles, and it will last for a long time.

Marion looked at the thin body of the half-elf, and began to frantically wave the snake head whip in his hand. The six activated snake heads seemed to feel the excitement of the master, all showing their fierce fangs, ready to taste the blood of the half-elf.

However, just as Marion lifted the snake's head whip halfway, she suddenly felt a cold rope strangle her neck fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-piercing energy spread to the whole body along her skin. The shadowy energy of Sen Han's bones directly caused her burly body to freeze in place, making it difficult to move at all.

Marion hated the cold feeling, because it was very similar to the death she imagined, but unfortunately she was paralyzed and unable to move an inch.

Moreover, this gloomy rope is getting tighter and tighter. Obviously, the other party's goal is very clear, that is, he intends to strangle her alive.

The weak priestess Shirin, who was standing on the other side of Evelynn, noticed Marion's strangeness, and there was a cold red light in her pale red eyes.

At this point, the half-elf was already at a stalemate with the stupid woman Marion, so she wanted to take the opportunity to give the ranger a taste of the snake's head whip and see what his handsome face looked like when it was twisted in pain.

As soon as she muttered to herself, her slender figure wielded a snake-head whip and disappeared in place.

The vigilant Thorne immediately noticed the whispers and small movements of the other priestess, and judged what spell the other party was preparing.

So he thought, and another group of shadow energy began to gather in the palm of his hand.

- "Shadow Hand School (Strike Skill): The Hand of Death!"

Just when the priestess Shirlin used the displacement magic to appear in front of him, a ghost palm composed entirely of shadow energy appeared in front of her at an extremely fast speed, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

And at the moment when Thorne clenched his fist, the almost invisible ghost palm tightly pinched Shirlin's thin body in the palm of his hand like a chicken, and then slowly moved away from the ground in the other party's twisted expression.

It wasn't a long time from when the two attacked to when they were all held hostage by Thorne.

The first person to react was Evelyn, who was sitting on the stone chair, but she just smiled lightly, and then gently stroked her bulging belly and ignored it, because she noticed that the baby in her belly was fighting against her. .

Evelyn thinks that the half-elf ranger from the surface has given her too many surprises. She feels that the territory of the Wanruid family is within reach. As long as you gain the status of a noble, the first step to rule the entire royal city will be smooth. finished.

Carlock, who was originally very nervous, slowly relaxed his expression, and then a touch of worry appeared.

He was very worried about this murderous ranger. If he killed these two people in a fit of anger, he would really be unable to clean up this farce.

So Carlock touched the position of the hilt of the sword. He felt that when necessary, it must be intercepted, and the tragedy must not happen.

Seeing that the two were being controlled by Thorne, the indifferent Sharish touched the hilt of the sword subconsciously, thinking about how to quickly get rid of these two hateful women without everyone noticing.

However, he quickly put away this unrealistic idea, because they still have to raid the Wan Ruide family, these two stupid women are still useful, and they must not fight infighting at a critical moment, causing their well-planned plans to go bankrupt .

After all, there is still time to play with them in the future, Sharis glanced at the calm Evelyn and sneered.

Another drow warrior named Gerson immediately lowered his head deeply, and a deep worry emerged in his heart. Marion suffered losses at the hands of two men, and she would definitely vent all her anger on herself.

Gerson wanted to leave this cruel underground world, but whenever he saw Evelyn's bulging belly, he knew that he still had an unfulfilled wish.

He would rather endure the humiliation here than go away, because he must find a way to take the unborn child and leave this cursed underground world with him.

As for the last drow woman dressed as a wizard, she just watched silently without any small movements.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered, looking at the silent Evelyn, becoming playful.

"boom!"

Thorne's clenched fist swung hard, and Shirlin, who was caught in the air by the ghost's big hand, was thrown at Evelyn's feet like garbage, and her thin body fell on the cold rocky ground, making a muffled sound like a demonstration. .

Then he turned his gaze to the irritable Marion, the suffocated priestess still struggling tenaciously, but for him it was all in vain.

The two priest professions even tried to play close combat with him, purely to court death.

In the dim stone chamber hall, there were only a few groups of demon fires emitting a faint mocking light.

The rope that controlled the opponent in Thorne's hand disappeared without a trace, and then he drew his long sword and slashed a hot sword light at a very fast speed.

"what!!!"

With Marion's scream like a pig, the drow elf's long and pointed ear fell to the ground, and the flame of the blade also ignited all the long dry white hair near her ear. The flames reddened her contorted face.

"roll!"

Feeling the glaring eyes of the other party, Thorne stood with his sword in hand, and moved his eyes directly to the other ear. The long sword shrouded in pale orange firelight began to tremble slightly, as if a sharp sword light would flash again at any time.

"return!"

Just as Marion's palm jumped out with a vicious magical light, ready to attack Thorne, Evelyn, who was sitting on the stone chair, made a cold voice.

Hearing Evelyn's familiar and deadly voice, the irascible Marion's burly body slammed, as if a basin of cold water was pouring on the raging flames, she glared at the ranger, and immediately turned away.

Seeing the other party leave wisely, Thorne dispelled the flames that jumped in his palm, and at the same time put the weapon in the scabbard, stood quietly, and remained silent.

In the past, after seeing Sharis and Evelyn in the underground bar, he already thought in his heart that most of the drow players who lived in the Royal City of Rezim were full of chaos and evil, and lost their original characters.

However, after seeing Kalock, the drow wandering swordsman, he felt that not everyone was like this, but after meeting him again today, he realized that it was all his wishful thinking.

Therefore, he must understand the mission early and leave this **** place as soon as possible, because he really doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

Some people embrace the darkness, some people yearn for the light, but he can't interfere with anyone, and he is not qualified to interfere, he just needs to be himself, that's all.

Of course, the premise of all this is when the other party does not provoke him.

"Very good." Evelyn took the lead to break the awkward atmosphere, looked at Thorne who looked calm and nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce to you, this half-elf is a ranger from the surface, and he will assist us in our plan to raid the Wanread family."

"From the surface..." Gerson, who lowered his head, whispered. He wanted to look up to see the ranger's face, but unfortunately he didn't dare to raise it, because the penetrating gaze was always locked on his body, intuitive Tell him it will be dead!

"You are a ranger from the surface world." At this time, Thorne's identity caught the attention of the drow woman dressed as a wizard, so she asked, "Then do you know Maja?"

"I don't know." Thorne denied it without thinking.

"I'm a warlock who is proficient in prophecy, so you can't hide it from my eyes." The drow wizard stared at Thorne and chuckled, his pale red eyes blinked, and suddenly a magical light flashed:

"I saw that the two of you had the thread of fate intertwined, which means that you should have met not long ago."

"So, what do you mean by that?" Thorne watched the drow warlock silently.

Players who have survived in Rezim King City to this day naturally have their own advantages, so he has to be cautious.

That Eilistraee devotee, Magya, had indeed been at the Warlock Academy for a month before sneaking away.

Obviously, the two women did have a little connection, but it had nothing to do with him, after all, they were not in the same place.

"It's not interesting, just ask casually, can't you?" The drow warlock pinched his sharp chin and asked back with interest.

Thorne was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He glanced at the two priestesses standing quietly on either side of Evelyn, then turned his attention to Evelyn, and asked the question that he cared most at the moment: "Ms. Evelyn, When are you going to leave?"

If he was given another chance to choose, he would rather spend a little more time than get involved here.

Because he found that everyone around him didn't seem to have a fuel-efficient lamp. Obviously they are all teammates, but they all look at each other as if they have bitter hatred, all of them are eager to stab each other with a knife in the back, and they feel comfortable.

Even Thorne noticed that the most grumpy Marion and the skinny Shirlyn showed a glimmer of murderous intent when they looked at Evelyn.

Can such a group of people really be able to develop steadily?

If it was on the surface, I'm afraid the group would have broken up long ago, and Thorne was starting to worry that he would be somehow involved in an unknown chaos.

"Don't be so impatient, everything is arranged properly, I will inform you in advance." Evelyn smiled slightly, gave Thorne a reassuring look, and then turned her eyes to the drow dressed as a wizard:

"Introduce everyone to our new ally, this is Miss Herister from Warlock College."

Warlock Academy!

Sharis looked surprised, but he didn't expect this vicious woman to win over even the people from the Warlock Academy.

In the Royal City of Rezim, most of the people in the Warlock Academy, except those belonging to their own families, maintained an indifferent and neutral attitude towards infighting.

Sharis wondered what method Evelyn had used to win over these neutral warlock players.

In the same way, he would like to not understand the purpose of the leader of the warlock player and join them.

Carlock's eyelids jumped, and he continued to maintain his own silence.

"Our allies?" Herist, dressed as a wizard, giggled and met Evelyn's gaze: "Our compatriots in the Warlock Academy have a total of 27 warlocks and 6 low-level wizards, do you think you can afford it? their future?"

"So, I can think that you are doubting my strength, right?" Evelyn smiled meaningfully and asked in return.

"After all, this is a ship that can never be turned back, and I must be responsible for everyone to the end." Herist's tone showed no signs of weakness.

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