This is a handsome elf man with lavender eyes and platinum hair.

In the dark and dark place, he hugged his knees with his hands and huddled in a small iron cage. His dull and blurred eyes were full of despair for the unknown nightmare.

The drow wizard Jonara pulled up her cloak to cover her mouth and nose, and walked between the cages. Her light steps made her slender legs clearly visible through the thin skirt.

She wore an elegant black gown, with tiny black pearls and delicate spider embroidery accentuating the tight, boldly cut bodice.

At this time, she stood next to the cage of the handsome elf, her crimson eyes lingering greedily on him.

"This is an elf from the High Forest, the noble Lady Tux."

A human businessman with a big belly limped out from the depths of the long tent. He was wearing a thick wolfskin coat trimmed with fur and a pair of felt shoes.

The businessman walked up to the drow wizard and bowed humbly. A gold-plated cane inlaid with amber gems in his hand pointed at the handsome elves shrouded in it and emphasized: "The royal family of elves from the surface world."

Hearing this, Jonara Tucker's crimson eyes flashed with a strange light.

The hateful drow have an extraordinary hatred for their surface relatives, and it would be a great honor for her to provide such a rare sacrifice during the ceremony.

She considered it carefully for a moment, and finally turned her disappointed eyes away from the surface elf.

Although destroying a surface elf from the elven royal family can give her unimaginable pleasure, what Jonara needs is a fatal sacrifice.

He looks too weak.

She turned to the next cage expectantly, and inside was a giant white-haired creature.

The swamp bear is a type of bear that lives in the underdark.

Their savage, cruel and obedient personality, as well as their ancient hatred for the surface elves, make them the most loyal servants of the drow.

However, the drow wizard's expression was unmoved. He just glanced at it and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Because this creature, which she was so familiar with, simply couldn't meet her special requirements.

She continued walking towards the next cage.

This is a strong and graceful dragon-like beast. It lies quietly in the cage, folding the blood-red dragon wings on its back, and coldly stares at everyone outside the cage with the eyes of a predator.

The scales of this dragon-like creature are dark black, and it is about the size of an adult. However, unlike typical dragons that generally have feline characteristics, the one in front of you shows more wolf-like habits.

Its lower jaw is longer than that of ordinary dragons, and it is stronger and more powerful, indicating that its bite is very powerful. Its thick and strong tail proves that it is an extremely important weapon when hunting.

However, its wings were somewhat underdeveloped compared to its size, and the drow wizard was even a little worried about whether it could fly.

"This is the Dragon-Flying Beast, a terrifying and ferocious sub-dragon." The human businessman came over with a big belly and boasted:

"It is a very deadly dragon hunter. It is proficient in the breath attack that dragon creatures are born with. Its fangs also contain deadly toxins. The most important thing is that the dragon beast has a strong instinct for human flesh.

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"Of course, its recipe also includes... drow." The human merchant said cautiously, fearing to offend the distinguished guest.

Obviously, he also understands that he must always be cautious when greeting drow women with special status.

Jonara looked at the dragon-suppressing beast carefully, looking at the cold eyes burning with hunger, thirst and hatred, she nodded secretly in her heart, but thinking of her long-planned plan, she immediately realized that this was not the ideal hunter.

She snorted disdainfully and said with a mocking face:

"It can be seen that it is both wise and patient, and also very cunning. However, it is a beast after all, and its intelligence is quite limited. It also inherits the greedy trait of dragons that likes to accumulate treasures. This is the most fatal weakness, and it is impossible to fight.

One of my people, a cunning drow wizard."

"Well... In this case, it will be a bit difficult to handle. Noble lady, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to satisfy the goods you requested."

The human merchant flattered carefully, trying to calm her impending anger, "After all, how can these inferior races compare to the talent and power of your noble drow race."

Jonara looked at the human merchant calmly, her eyes intriguing.

Seeing the drow wizard's beautiful face gradually covered with cold frost, his slightly panicked eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he said quickly:

"Why did I forget about him? Please wait a moment. I have thought of a good hunter who may be able to meet all your needs."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared deep into the tent very quickly.

After a while, the merchant appeared in the sight of the drow wizard.

Behind him were two burly and strong orc warriors.

The person they escorted walking in the middle was a young human man.

It could be vaguely seen that these two orc warriors with hideous faces and exposed dark yellow fangs deliberately kept a certain distance from their captives.

A flush of surprise flashed in the drow wizard's gradually narrowed eyes.

She looked at the captive in front of her carefully, trying to hide the satisfaction and approval in her eyes, because if she was too interested, the merchant would undoubtedly raise the price.

To be precise, this young captive is not a human, but a mixed-blood elf.

This is a half-elf with messy black hair, wearing a dusty coat and a badly damaged black cloak. She is dressed in a simple adventurer's attire, but she faintly feels a kind of nobility and elf elegance that is exclusive to humans on the surface.

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The outline of his face is three-dimensional and deep, with sharp edges and corners, revealing strong lines like a knife and an axe, yet without losing the softness of the elves.

What really impressed the drow wizard was the half-elf's black eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through everything, and shining like the black stones in the underdark.

What she saw in those eyes shocked her even more, because they were full of wisdom, composure and calmness that surprised her.

In order to confirm his thoughts, the drow wizard lowered his gaze and looked at the hands of the half-elf captive.

Just as she expected, his wrists were crossed and tied together.

Wizards are very familiar with this binding technique, because only when dealing with spellcasters, such precautions need to be taken to prevent the other party from casting powerful magic through gestures and spells.

The drow wizard stretched out a hand to touch his scarlet lips, and stopped the smile from creeping up the corner of his mouth.

"wizard?"

She deliberately kept a straight face and turned to the human merchant, raising her eyebrows that were as white as her hair with a suspicious and questioning expression.

"A wizard."

The human businessman nodded affirmatively and added in an uncertain tone, "To be precise, he should be a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr."

"Huh?" The drow wizard looked at the merchant suspiciously.

"I can assure you, he is a battle mage, noble lady."

The businessman quickly explained, "As for whether he is a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr, I'm not sure."

"I don't care what surface kingdom he comes from, I just want to confirm whether he is a battle mage." The drow wizard looked at the half-elf captive with interest and whispered, "Untie him, I want to test him

s method."

As a drow, although she lives deep in the underground world, she also knows the surface kingdom above her city, living under the stars and sunshine.

The battle mages of the human kingdom of Cormyr are famous throughout the continent. They not only refine their spells, but also study close combat skills.

Moreover, among the battle mages of the Cormyr royal family, there are also a large number of war shapeshifters who are proficient in the art of transformation. They can transform into giant beasts on the battlefield and become a cold and ruthless killing machine.

What the drow's surface commandos fear most is the Cormyr royal family's war mage legion.

"Dear Madam, are you sure you want to do this?"

The human businessman said tentatively, "Although his magic is banned, his swordsmanship is not inferior to any martial arts master. Without the blessing of magic, he killed more than a dozen of my guards with just one sharp sword."

,Such a record, I’m afraid..."

"He has no sword." The drow wizard interrupted him in an unquestionable tone.

In fact, she has her own plans.

If the battle mage in front of her really dared to resist, she could take this opportunity to arrest him for assault.

In this way, she can avoid a lot of expenses.

Similarly, if he can keep a cool head and not choose to resist, it means that this battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr is smart enough and should be able to complete her long-planned plan.

Therefore, she just wants to see if the other party is as powerful as the businessman boasts.

After all, what she needs is a deadly hunter who is cunning, alert, and knowledgeable about magic.

Moreover, she is also a wizard, and a powerful wizard.

She is not worried about the resistance of the captives at all. This is the confidence that Jonara, who comes from the Tux family, has in her own strength.

The businessman who tried to dissuade him to no avail shrugged helplessly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the magic rope binding the half-elf prisoner quickly disappeared.

The half-elf prisoner moved his fingers slowly and methodically, and the two orc guards beside him distanced themselves from him in panic.

The drow wizard naturally noticed these details. Looking at the calm and calm captive, she couldn't help but show a rare smile.

She quickly took out a small glass bottle from the hidden pocket of her cloak, which contained black venom.

"Do as I say." The wizard showed it to the indifferent battle mage. While making the spell-casting gesture slowly, he recited a simple spell in a clear tone.

Under the control of the wizard, a ball of venom the size of a rice grain splashed onto the Los animal skin on the ground. The pungent toxin quickly corroded a large group of burnt marks.

"Now it's your turn." The drow wizard threw the casting materials towards the half-elf and ordered.

This was a simple trick she studied in her spare time. She was very curious about what kind of power this spell would have in the hands of a battle mage.

The half-elf looked at her indifferently. He stood there, motionless like a stone sculpture cursed by a basilisk.
To be continued...