Under the leadership of Carlock, Thorne walked out of the spacious hall where Evelyn summoned the guests with him. The two silently shuttled through the cobweb-like corridor, and finally turned into a passage that exuded a distinct stench.

A drow warrior saw Karlock's arrival, and excitedly ran over to open the simple fence gate to welcome the two of them.

"Mr. Carlock, there are two special guests who have been waiting at the door of your room for a long time."

The drow warrior glanced at the silent half-elf in surprise, obviously curious about this half-elf from the surface.

However, when he turned his attention to the wandering swordsman Karlock, he showed a strong sense of respect.

"Two special guests?" Carlock frowned again.

He found that the number of frowns today was more than the number of times in the past month. Some people said that the wrinkles meant that there was a smile that once stayed here, but for this drow, all that was left were deep worries.

"Are you two compatriots dressed as wizards?"

Carlock looked hesitant and asked again. He stared closely at the respectful student, hoping that the answer would not be what he guessed.

"Yes." Although the student was stared at by his teacher a little uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong, his answer was straightforward.

"I see." Carlock sighed helplessly, turned to look at the ranger next to him and said, "I bought too many slaves recently, so the smell here is a bit heavy, I hope you don't mind."

"Mr. Carlock, you are too polite." Thorne smiled and replied indifferently.

Why buy so many slaves? Do you still need to ask, of course, it is to prepare for war, which is well known to Thorne.

Afterwards, the two continued to remain silent, came to the end of the passage under hundreds of curious eyes, and found two figures shrouded in wizard robes.

Suddenly, Thorne stopped directly, because he noticed that he seemed to be locked by some kind of predator on the top of the cave, and he could clearly feel that this gaze changed from vigilance to hostility.

Moreover, as this kind of hostility continued to deepen, he could even feel that the predator seemed to be able to fly a fatal blow at any time.

——“Second Ring Magic: Animal Immobilization!”

So Thorne, who stayed in place, immediately took out the holy emblem and chanted in a low voice.

After his ranger level has been raised to level 9, although he has the ability to master the three-ring magic, this ability needs to go to the temple and rely on ritual activation to use it.

But fortunately, the animal domain he owns does not require this kind of operation, and he can directly learn magical techniques related to this domain.

The "Animal Immobilization Technique" of the second ring and the "3rd-level Natural Ally Summoning Technique" of the third ring are the divine arts that he has recently mastered automatically from the animal realm.

In the dim passage, the mutated spider, which was entrenched on the top of the Ranger's head and was about to drop its large web, was shrouded in the invisible power cast by Thorne's fingertips and froze in place.

Then the huge mutant spider swayed and fell along the newly condensed spider silk.

At the moment when the mutant spider landed, one of the two figures shrouded in wizard robes not far away raised his arm, and a flaming arrow that shone the entire passageway red condensed and formed in her hand at an extremely fast speed.

"Pfft!"

Immediately afterwards, the flaming arrow precisely sank into the spherical body of the mutant spider with a hot whistling sound.

The clumps of viscous liquid just oozing out of the wound was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, and the disgusting smell also began to spread.

And the eight claws of the victim mutant spider twitched a few times and were directly burned to death in the flames.

"You are too messy, Julis. The price of raising a mutant spider is very expensive."

Carlock looked at the spider that turned to ashes on the ground, looked at the caster, and said helplessly: "Evelynn is a woman who won't suffer easily, you can do it yourself."

"Since she can't manage the livestock she raises, don't blame others for helping her clear the door." The drow elf called Julis by Kalock said lightly.

"You can't talk nonsense like this. Don't you know the teachings of the Spider Queen?" Carlock looked at Julis, who didn't care, and reminded her seriously:

"In the Royal City of Rezim, all kinds of spiders should be revered, and anyone who tortures or kills spiders for no reason must die."

"Enough, Carlock, I didn't come here to listen to your lectures." Julis's voice increased a bit: "Are you planning to hang us out to talk."

"I prefer to drive the two of you away directly." Carlock glanced at Thorne, smiled helplessly, and pointed at the door: "Please."

After he finished speaking, he walked over first and pushed the door directly in.

Julis, who was covered in black robes, followed closely. Thorne glanced suspiciously at the other drow man who was standing still and walked in.

The drow man dressed in a wizard's robe looked at the back of Thorne walking into the room, remembering the sacred mark of the ranger when he cast his magic, the pale red eyes hidden in the hood suddenly brightened.

"It turned out to be a half-elf ranger from the surface, a stalker of the Way of Silence."

He couldn't help but reached out and touched the close-fitting accessories hidden in the collar, whispered to himself, and walked in slowly.

Colorful demon fires bloom in the huge room, bathing the room in a soft glow.

The stone room that Thorne stepped into looks like a huge training room, and of course it can also be used as Karlock's living room.

Because in the corner of the room, there is a large wine cabinet, but to Thorne's expectation, there is no wine in the wine cabinet, all are all kinds of juice.

In his limited knowledge, he recognized only light blue apple juice, wine red grape juice, and orange juice.

"Just sit down." Carlock pointed to a few stone benches beside the guide, took out a few bottles of packaged juice, and walked directly towards the wine cabinet. Obviously, he intends to store it.

"What's the matter?" Although Carlock had already guessed the purpose of the other party looking for him, he still held a trace of luck and asked.

"Who is he?" Julis, who was sitting on the stone bench, raised her head and moved her eyes hidden in her hood to the ranger who was half leaning on the stone wall in contemplation.

"It's alright, if you have anything, just say it directly, it won't be affected." Carlock glanced at the Ranger with a smile, and solemnly added: "Anyway, I will never agree."

"Karlok, you are kidding me!" Julis said coldly, staring at the smiling Kalock with her scarlet eyes.

"I said long ago that my sword will never be stained with the blood of my compatriots. This is my last bottom line." Carlock met Julis' angry eyes and said calmly: "So I will never plan your plan. promise."

"Don't you know? Herist has planned to cooperate with Evelyn. She is going to push all the neutral compatriots of the Warlock Academy into the fire pit. Do you have the heart to let them all die in vain?"

As soon as Carlock's voice fell, Julis got up and roared like a shrew:

"Karlok, you must help me kill Herist. Only in this way can the compatriots of the Warlock Academy be able to get rid of the dead spider's web, and we can fight for freedom."

"What do the rest of the Warlock Academy think, if their opinions were all in line with you, you wouldn't beg me. So it's not Herist's own choice, but everyone is forced by the situation the best way.”

Carlock was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Besides, who knows if you are out of public interest or selfishness. After all, if Herist dies, you will be the biggest beneficiary."

"It is because everyone thinks so, that I am trying to stop it. Although we are excluded from the Warlock Academy, we are weak because we have no resources to support.

But we are all free civilians, and we will not be drawn into family infighting. As long as we have been surviving in the Warlock Academy in the early stage, we can grow slowly by virtue of race lifespan and our own advantages. "

Julis took a deep breath, calmed down her excited heart, and patiently explained to Carlock:

"But if you participate in the family infighting in the Royal City of Rezim, it is equivalent to stepping into the web woven by the dead spider, and they will eventually become puppets controlled by the desire for power."

"Everyone has their own choices. I don't want to force my beliefs on people with different ideas. Since they choose this road that can never be turned back, they must be prepared to deal with it."

Carlock looked up at the demon fire floating on the roof and said calmly:

"What they do, I have no right to interfere. The only thing I can do is to use my own strength to help these compatriots who have fallen into darkness as much as possible while maintaining the moral bottom line. As for you asking me to kill my compatriots, I'm sorry, I really can't do it."

"Carlock, you are hypocritical. As long as Herister is killed, I have the confidence to persuade everyone in the Warlock Academy not to get involved in this infighting."

Julis got up and walked to Karlock's side: "Isn't it worth sacrificing one person to save everyone in the Warlock Academy?"

"However, if according to what you say, the Warlock Academy does not participate in this internal fight, does it mean that when the Wanruid family is raided, there is a possibility of failure, and it is not just the Warlock Academy that will die. Those people, but everyone here."

This is a city full of conspiracy and betrayal. Carlock has no way to persuade these fallen compatriots to go to the light. He can only watch them go to the dark.

This is undoubtedly a very tormenting thing for him.

"..." Julis didn't know how to answer.

Through the conversation between the two, Thorne, who was watching the excitement, already understood the meaning of the two.

In the entire Rezim Royal City, all his compatriots have been clearly screened within two years.

Those who can't adapt will either die silently, or sneak away, or stay in the lighthouse town for the rest of their lives.

And those drow compatriots who have adapted to life here, their characters are almost all tempered to be evil and cruel, because those who do not meet this character are eliminated.

Therefore, he actually admired this wandering swordsman named Karlock, but he did not agree with his approach.

If it was him, Thorne thought that he had long since stayed away from this evil city, and as for those compatriots who were willing to fall, he would not care about the lives of these people.

But Carlock is different. He has always guarded his moral bottom line and used his own strength to help the evil compatriots in Rizim City to grow and develop.

He followed Kalok through the corridor, and could clearly feel the fear or respect that all drow warriors and priestesses showed when they saw the wandering swordsman.

Therefore, Thorne himself is a little confused, what is the meaning of this man staying here.

"Farewell!" The conversation ended with the cold-faced Julis flicking her sleeves away.

"Hello, my name is Ciel, nice to meet you, half-elf ranger from the surface."

At this time, the drow man who was always silent behind Julis hesitated for a moment, walked to Thorne's side, smiled and said hello, then bent down and saluted.

Seeing this, Thorne immediately stepped forward to stop the other party's bow, and then he saw a pendant that the drow man deliberately showed him, and his face suddenly changed.

"My name is Thorne, nice to meet you." Thorne, who looked calm again, patted the other person's shoulder, forced a smile, and introduced himself.

"Don't worry, I'm not in the same camp with that crazy woman, we'll get in touch again when there's a chance." The drow man named Ciel winked at Thorne, sent a message in his mind with a communication technique, and turned to leave.

The city is so chaotic.

Seeing the man named Ciel disappear into the corridor, Thorne patted his forehead with a headache. He really regrets coming here now.

"Why don't you choose to leave here?" Then Thorne turned to look at the lonely back of this dear friend, and asked the doubts in his heart.

"I have my own goals here." Carlock sighed, sat down on the stone bench with a tired look, and told Thorne:

"You should know that Margar's friend, it was I who helped her escape from the Royal Rizm City, the drow wizard who sold barbecue in the lighthouse town, and I helped him leave the Warlock Academy, as well as Gerson, He also needs my help because he is planning to escape this prison in the near future."

"That's why you stay here," Thorne said, silently watching the tired-looking wandering swordsman.

"Yes, my purpose here is to secretly help those fallen compatriots who have turned back." Carlock sank his hands deep into his messy long white hair and laughed at himself:

"Because I don't have the ability to persuade them at all, I can only silently observe those who are trying to stay away from the city in secret, and then give them the necessary help."

"Okay, let's not talk about these bad things." After a moment of silence, the recovered Carlock got up and pulled out the long sword around his waist, looking at the ranger: "While there is still time, let me see how well you understand swordsmanship. Bar."

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