In a stone chamber hall deep in the cave, Priestess Rose Evelyn was half leaning on a stone chair covered with soft fur, her calm expression seemed a little disturbed.

Ever since the Wanruide family was severely damaged in the Black Dragon disaster, she knew that their time was coming.

In this royal city of Rezim, which is full of conspiracy and betrayal, her compatriots are a group of low-ranking civilians. Even after dedicating their faith to the spider god, in the eyes of the nobles and high-level priests, they are still It's a bunch of slaughtered civilians.

They struggled in the civilian class, and without the support of any resources and territories, they relied on their own resilience to grab a foothold on the edge of the city.

Then in this chaotic neighborhood with almost no moral constraints, they gathered together in mutual betrayal and conspiracy to gradually expand their power.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.

The Wanruide family, as the last family in the Royal City of Rezim, has also suffered heavy losses. Their family mistress and three priests all died in the black dragon disaster, resulting in only one high-ranking family left in the Wanruide family. Sacrifices are struggling to support.

Although there are many civilian forces staring at this delicious cake, but without the support of other noble forces, if they want to gnaw it down, they will undoubtedly commit suicide.

Because no one dares to defy the hypocritical justice of the ruling council of Rezim King City without fear.

Therefore, Evelyn must do everything in her power to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, become the upstart of the Rezim Royal City, and establish their own Fourth Calamity Family.

With the status of nobles, they can get the resource allocation of the ruling council, get their own territory, get the special attention of the spider **** queen, and also get the awe of all the commoners.

They can use their talents as a springboard to quickly expand their power, and let the fourth natural disaster family resound throughout the entire Rezim Royal City.

However, the premise of all this is: to win the Wan Ruide family cleanly!

She now has more than 500 slaves transported by the merchants at dusk. These slaves were scavenged from the battlefield in the northern wasteland. Their strength is not those who only hide in underground caves and eat. The **** waiting to die can be compared.

She also has a super-strength drow wandering swordsman Kalok. This innocent swordsman not only selflessly trained more than 100 elite drow warriors for her, but also unexpectedly cultivated a strength almost equal to his own. The Sword Master Sharis.

If the wandering swordsman Kallock and the swordsman master Sharishi can successfully sneak into the Wan Ruid family, they will definitely be the sharpest and deadliest blades.

It must be successful, after all, their Sharish also has a very special title: the betrayal of the Wanruid family!

To this day, Evelyn, who was lying on the stone chair, could still recall Karlock's violent stance when he was fighting with two swords alone.

It was his unparalleled superb swordsmanship that, in this place that was occupied by a group of drow refugees and slaves, he fought a road covered with blood, allowing them to truly stand on this place and save enough to challenge the power of the nobility. the power of.

Evelynn is very confident that in time, Karlock can definitely become the chief drow warrior in the Rezim Royal City, and what he lacks now is just time.

Now she has managed to win over those player warlocks who are living in the Warlock Academy and their bodies are getting moldy.

On the entire continent, whether underground or on the surface, no ruler will ignore the influence of spellcasters on the direction of war.

The warlock led by Heliste and her sacrificial team are definitely a force of destruction that can determine the direction of the form.

As for the half-elf ranger from the surface, the corner of Evely's mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile.

Because she was beginning to look forward to how much help and surprise this half-elf ranger who came unexpectedly could help her bring in the raid.

Although the small town ruled by the Wan Ruide family was hit hard by the raid of the black dragon, when she sent someone to the ruins to check it carefully, she discovered that the truth of the matter was not that simple. This unfortunate town suffered The strong acid spitting is far less than the destruction caused by the flames.

Then, this half-elf ranger with a long bow and a long sword has to make people think about his identity.

Perhaps, the Wan Ruide family can truly feel how hot the roaring flames are.

Thinking of the direction of Shimen, where the happy Evelyn involuntarily turned her eyes, she still had the last trump card to play.

Just make this deal with the other side.

Then, she has 100% confidence to kill the Wan Ruide family neatly.

At this moment, the sound of the stone door being pushed open focused the eyes of everyone in the hall.

Sharis, the drow swordsman master wearing a magic black cloak, walked in.

Evelyn looked at Sharis, who was not polite at all, her beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled, then quickly loosened, and she immediately turned her eyes to him: "How are things going?"

"As you wish, future mistress, I have successfully brought Mr. Pipisen, the leader of the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group." Sharis turned to face the hall door, watching patiently waiting in the corridor silhouette.

"Please, esteemed Mr. Pippison." Sharish looked at the glittering figures in the corridor, his face twitched slightly, and he said.

As soon as Sharish's voice fell, a drow elf wearing a gleaming mithril half-body chain mail walked in with a step that he did not recognize, and his hard boots clacked on the cold rocky ground. , which seems particularly harsh.

When he passed by the drow warlock Herist, he brought his bare black onyx head closer with a smirk, and sniffed hard like a puppy.

Only then did he shake the ponytail that was only the thickness of his thumb on top of his head, and shook his head frivolously with a regretful tone: "It's a pity that such a beautiful woman has a strong and pungent sour smell all over her body."

Facing the arrogant and rude provocation of the other party, Heliste remained silent, choosing to hide the eyes in the hood and quietly staring at the drow man who was called Mr. Pippison by Sharish. .

In addition to the shaved head with only a pigtail on the top of the head, the other party is also wearing a gleaming half-length chain mail. Of course, he also has a more conspicuous feature, that is, he has an empty sleeve, which seems to be empty. is missing a right arm.

For the other party's exaggerated physical features, Herist immediately recognized his true identity.

In the society divided by family as the unit of the Royal City of Rezim, even ordinary civilians will have their own family. As for those who do not belong to the family, they will be called: bereaved dogs.

Obviously, Evelynn's group of players has such an identity, so they have to launch a raid on the Wan Ruid family to obtain a recognized identity.

As for how to obtain the noble status recognized by the Spider God Queen, that is not something she has to consider. She only knows that according to tradition, it seems that she has to sacrifice something.

In addition to them who have no family affiliation, in this chaotic city, there are also a very special group of people who do not belong to any family, but form a force that no family should underestimate.

This is a group of drow males, most of whom are exiles who have escaped from their perished families.

If the Wan Ruid family is really wiped out, except for Wan Ruid's nobles who must be cleaned up, those ordinary drow elves are likely to join these forces after escaping the massacre.

As for whether they really believe in the spider god, no one knows, but like Evelyn and other players, they are also accommodated by the dark elf society.

They are called 'mercenaries', or exiles of dark elf society.

They are willing to work for anyone who can afford it, to kill for that price, to pillage, and even to get involved in the infighting of the dark elves.

And the drow man named Pipisen in front of him is obviously one of the forces of the exiles.

After recognizing the identity of this funny man, Harist turned her surprised eyes to Evelyn.

Herist was surprised that the priestess was able to invite these mercenaries who eat people and don't spit out bones. Isn't she afraid of these despicable thieves backlash?

After all, she had heard stories of many mercenaries who had both sides because of the disputes between the two families. Their cunning personalities not only made their wallets rich, but also would not offend any party.

As a result, the infighting between the two families has not yet been decided, and instead, the backpacks of these disgusting despicable thieves are stuffed with the gold and silver wealth of the two families.

Harist felt the need to remind the confident pregnant woman, but after thinking about it, she didn't think it was necessary.

Among these groups of exiles, there is also an unwritten but tacitly accepted rule. In order to prevent exiles from killing each other, only one family of mercenaries can participate in the infighting of the two families.

If they don't hire these mercenaries who can eat people and don't spit out bones in advance, then the Wan Ruide family is likely to take the lead.

It seems that this pregnant woman who is expecting to give birth is very thoughtful. She is not the kind of family cook who has been pregnant for three years, but she doesn't know what the price has been paid by the other party. Herister's gaze at the pregnant woman is a bit playful. .

"My dear Ms. Evelyn, the future mistress of the fourth natural disaster family, Pipisen, the leader of the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group, greets you."

The head of the mercenary who walked up to Evely greeted the seated person politely, and bowed in a salute, so that the ponytail on the top of his head slipped down from the black onyx smooth little head, which was quite funny. Dangling.

"Mercenary leader, help me kill the Wan Ruide family, you will get a considerable benefit, but I also have to warn you that the price of failure and betrayal is more expensive!"

Rose Priestess Evelyn looked at the head of the mercenary who was bent over to his knees, and said coldly with an unquestionable tone.

"I'll do my best, my dear Ms. Evelyn." Pippison, who had just stood up straight, shook off the ponytail above his head, winked comically at the man in the seat, and lowered his worthless once again. Black onyx head.

"Saris will inform you of the time to launch the raid." Evelyn waved her hand and ignored the funny mercenary chief.

"Then I'll take my leave, my dear Lady Evelyn."

After Pippisen finished speaking, he walked up to Heliste again, shook the pigtails on the top of his head exaggeratedly, and said with a wicked smile: "No one likes women who have been soaked in strong acid."

Then the mercenary leader took steps that he did not recognize, and disappeared into the corridor with a clucking noise.

"A bunch of despicable thieves, I don't think they can bring any help." Seeing Pippison leaving, Marion kicked a small stool beside him and muttered.

"They are very useful to us," said Evelyn, who was lying on the stone chair.

"I don't think so. After all, they don't do much when they step on two boats?" The thin and thin Shirlin took a sentence: "It's rare for these **** to stab in the back. ?"

"So, you two are questioning my decision!" Evelyn looked cold.

The two complaining priestesses immediately lowered their heads and fell silent.

Seeing the two priestesses who were silent, Herister's eyes flickered a few times, and she seemed to understand the meaning of the pregnant woman. She looked at the pregnant woman, and nodded slightly.

"Everything has been arranged now, you all go back and start preparing." Evelyn waved her hand, leaning back in the chair slightly tired and closing her eyes in thought.

As for those mercenary groups composed of exiles, how could she not know that they eat people without spitting out bones, and play with backstabs at both ends.

But she did so, at least taking the initiative in her own hands, and that was enough.

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In the huge stone interior, colorful demon fires bathed the whole room in soft light.

Thorne leaned on the long sword and sat on the icy ground, panting violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling from his forehead.

"How do you feel?" Carlock took two bottles of apple juice from the wine cabinet, sat down beside Thorne, and handed him a bottle.

"A hearty feeling." Thorne took it and unscrewed the cork, poured all the cold juice in one breath, and said with a smile:

"I used to think that level, attributes, and expertise were the only way to become a strong man. Now I have to add two more, that is, state of mind and technique."

Through the pure swordsmanship skills competition between the two, Thorne understood that the wandering swordsman Karlock was indeed a real swordsman master.

The long sword in his hand is not as gorgeous as a wandering swordsman, nor is it as simple as ordinary swordsmanship, it feels like a perfect fusion of the two.

Each of the opponent's swords contains strong confidence and ideas, and every seemingly unpretentious attack can make him feel a deadly threat, which means that the opponent's attack can always detect the weakest defense. point and make the most precise strike.

With Carlock, Thorne found another way to strengthen his combat power.

That is what he considers the biggest flaw so far. Every time he faces a skill-based enemy, he always feels very difficult to deal with. If he masters the opponent's swordsmanship, then his flaw will be made up.

"You have a lot of supernatural powers that amaze me, but your biggest flaw is that you can't perfectly fuse them with the sword in your hand, and then use them all, so you still have a long way to go."

Carlock finished the juice, got up and said to Thorne: "Have a rest, let's continue, we don't have much time for practice."

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