In lairs decorated with rare treasures and twisting tunnels, in roaring waterways and huge caves, the creatures of the Underdark have established their homes.

Among the countless beautiful and dangerous underground kingdoms, the most beautiful and sinister one is the dark city of the drow.

After a half-month long journey, Brian, who was a prisoner, was led by a drow wizard and escorted by a group of drow elf warriors. He came to the city of ancient Orens, which he was once familiar with.

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With the soft magical light, he stared at a finely carved arch. Behind the arch, two huge spiders silently guarded the place.

The familiar sight reminded him of some detailed information about this most deeply involved race.

He had to think about it because it was the key to his survival.

He must find a glimmer of hope in the chaotic rules of the drow.

In life in the drow city, Lolth, the Spider Queen, the god of chaos worshiped by the drow, instigates endless chaos in order to please herself, prevent complacency and out-of-control pride from growing, or avoid those who are hostile to the faith.

The rise of the drow caused the drow to endlessly fight for power and status.

The drow here, whether they are nobles or commoners, live, work, plan, entertain, and 'love' each other.

The only thing they have in common with their surface cousins ​​is the exquisite craftsmanship in art, armor, and decoration that abounds in family buildings and public spaces.

Like the elves living on the surface, they have a striking similarity in their magical and artistic attainments, as well as a strong pride in their fighting skills.

However, for the drow, their innate elegance and excellence have been distorted by countless years of hatred and isolation, into a terrifying resemblance to their elven ancestors, and into the shocking elegance and extremeness they have today.

Cold-blooded cruelty.

Before a pair of malicious eyes fell on him, Brian quickened his pace appropriately, mixed in with a group of swaying kobold slaves, and walked towards the city.

Because in the past few days, a drow warrior who didn't like him had been observing him secretly, trying to find trouble for him, so he had to be careful.

He walked on the wide streets decorated with stone art and magic, and countless dim lights filled the streetscape composed of exquisite buildings and luxurious shops.

Colorful, brilliant and dazzling light is the innate ability of all drow races: demon fire.

Shop owners on the street use attractive demonic fire to light up shop signs, just like billboards in the night scene in the real world, attracting customers to buy and sell their goods.

In the blacksmith shop not far away, the surface dwarf who was chained was cursing and muttering in dwarf language that no one could understand. Under the urging of two fully armed drow warriors, he was repairing exquisite weapons for his master.

and jewelry.

Two burly, muscular tauren warriors served as guards in front of an extremely tall and magnificent mansion. They stood face to face on both sides of the gate, their long curved horns forming a deadly arch.

A group of small goblins were hiding in the narrow stone nests of the street, their narrow eyes flashing with a faint red light, constantly scanning the street eagerly.

Occasionally, one would scurry out like a mouse crossing the street, hurriedly picking up garbage on the ground, or shoveling away the feces left by underground lizards, and then quickly disappearing into the shadows.

It is the task of the goblin slaves to keep the streets of the ancient city of Orens spotless, and their loyalty to their duties is ensured by an ogre armed with a whip and a mace.

At this time, the streets of ancient Orens city were busy, with groups of drow coming and going.

Drow nobles in gorgeous clothes stroll leisurely in the wide streets, casually scanning the shops, or resting in fashionable taverns while sipping the fragrant and fragrant wine that shines in the glass goblets.

City guards ride on armored underground lizards and patrol in an orderly manner.

Drow merchants whipped lizard-like camel beasts to deliver goods to the bustling market.

As their group arrived, Brian saw the crowds of people on the street quickly parting, making way for the drow wizard Jonara who was sitting on a magic-driven floating saucer in front of them.

She raised her chin high, as if she was silently asking everyone to respect her immediately.

This is exactly what happened.

Everyone on the street, whether they were drow, dwarves or dwarves, nodded or bowed in greeting according to their status.

Just as the noble drow wizard was about to float across the street, intoxicated with the respect and jealousy she deserved, a goblin immersed in cleaning up the excrement of a subterranean lizard ignored her passing.

Faced with the goblin's disregard for her, a red wave of anger flashed through the eyes of the drow wizard Jonara, who gradually narrowed her eyes.

Her expression suddenly changed from royal pride to extremely angry.

In fact, in Brian's opinion, the goblin slave did not block the opponent's way, but its negligence clearly showed a lack of respect for the wizard.

This situation, whether it is on the surface or in the underground world, being ignored by a slave is intolerable to most nobles.

The only difference is the way they vent their anger.

He saw the drow wizard driving his floating disk towards the goblins.

When the shadow of the floating saucer fell on the goblin who was busy cleaning the feces, the little guy hummed impatiently and looked up.

It can be seen from its dilated pupils that it has seen death approaching and is so frightened that it cannot move, just like a mouse under a cat's paws.

The drow wizard stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the trembling goblin.

Accompanied by a rapid low-pitched chant, a group of scalp-numbing tiny spiders pounced on the goblin like a colony of ants.

As they ran, they grew at a speed visible to the naked eye until they grew to the size of a fist, and then swarmed onto the goblins.

In the blink of an eye, the tiny spider drains the flesh of its victim, turning it into a pile of rags, bones, and rough skin.

The drow wizard snorted coldly and led the family guards and slaves forward.

Seeing this, Brian, who was among the slaves, slowed down and took a few more glances.

"Why are you so dazed? Come on, you bastard goblin on the surface!"

At this time, a drow warrior wearing shining mail and a demon cloak quickly came to him, punched him in the stomach, and shouted viciously.

Brian didn't resist, he just clenched his teeth and tightened his abdominal muscles to resist, but the punch still hurt and made him gasp.

He raised his head, suppressing the anger in his heart, and looked at the departing figure of this drow warrior who always liked to deliberately find trouble along the way. His cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.

He stabilized his mind and observed silently as he walked, calculating the steps of the drow warrior who had just punched him.

When the other party was about to pass by the goblin's corpse with only rags and bones left, he concentrated and thought.

——"Level 1 psychic power: ectoplasmic entanglement!"

Under his control, a small ball of palm-sized ectoplasm energy appeared accurately at the sole of the drow warrior's foot, which was about to fall, and disappeared the moment the opponent stepped on it.

Step onto the smooth ectoplasmic energy.

The careless drow warrior staggered, and his body swayed twice before he regained his balance. However, he accidentally stepped on a small spider hidden in the rags, still squirming and sucking flesh.

With a sickening crackling sound, this greedy little spider spurted out pus and goblin body fluids and splashed on the drow warrior's body.

The sounds of trampling and explosions were very subtle, but they were still detected by the drow wizard Jonara who was walking at the front.

"This is blasphemy!"

Jonara, who was sitting on the magic floating saucer, turned around and looked at the little spider that was trampled to death, her face twisted with rage.

She pointed at the drow warrior who was the instigator, and shouted with a voice full of power and magic: "You have desecrated the creation of the God Queen and shall be executed immediately according to the law of Rose!"

Two drow warriors in identical attire came to him like ghosts, and neatly drew out their sharp swords and scimitars.

A blade of lightning disemboweled the drow warrior from the right side, and another strike of the scimitar instantly slit his throat.

The attack was extremely smooth, without any sloppiness.

After the sanctions were over, the drow warriors immediately put away their sharp blades and walked forward side by side, leaving their companions' bodies lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.

The whole street became deathly silent.

Following the footsteps of the team, Brian stepped on the right hand that had just punched him on the corpse and left silently.

There is no doubt that the drow in the ancient city of Orens have a deep-rooted worship of the Spider Queen. Any blasphemer, whether intentional or unintentional, will be fatally judged.

Not long after the group left, the crowd of people watching on the street gradually turned their attention back to their own affairs and were busy with their own affairs.
Chapter completed!