Meanwhile, the Drow priest Garanord returned to the underworld along the Dark Rift.

This magical node to the surface was originally a hidden cavern, but now it has become a stronghold of the Drow Elves.

The entrance is a myriad of towering stalagmites and dragon-repellent thorns made of adamantite gold, where hundreds of drows are stationed, a huge number of spiders of all kinds roaming back and forth, and even an elemental tower that emits strong energy fluctuations.

The surrounding stone walls are dotted with glow rocks, glow-in-the-dark crystals, and faintly phosphorescent mosses, lichens, and fungi, which dimly illuminate some places.

Stalagmites or stalactites with magical light emit a beautiful halo of colors, purple and red, bright yellow and pale blue, climbing high walls and stone pillars, or flowing in a separate dark and cold rock background.

Of course, the most important thing here is the statue of the Spider God, which is beautifully carved and majestic in stone pillars and majestic stone statues bathed in eternal magical light.

Garanord wore a translucent silk robe embroidered with purple and red spider patterns on her chest and back, jewels on her chest, a gold chain around her waist, and a snake's whip with nine heads wrapped around her spider-shaped staff.

This is the evil weapon of the priest who believes in the goddess Rose, it is an extension of the priest's mana, and each snake head is a living poisonous snake, and the whip can be thrown out to bite the enemy.

In the camp, both slaves and drow elves looked down at the second daughter of the second family, Evelyn's mistress, and could only look down at the cold rocky ground, or at her own bigfoot.

Yes, in this hierarchical matriarchal society, even the Drow priests, who looked directly at the nobles, could be killed by the tyrannical nobles.

And now Garanord exuded a violent and terrible aura all around her, and her face was gloomy, and everyone could see that the murderous priestess was not in a good mood at the moment, and no one dared to touch her moldy head at this time.

Garlanod came to a semi-enclosed cavern, the entrance of which was blocked by a fence, and from which a dragon's groan could faintly emanate.

- The fence is a large web of silver shimmering blue light, each with the thickness of a dark elf's arm, tougher than steel, and extremely sticky.

Any weapon or creature that touches the web will only stick helplessly to it, unless the Drow priest orders it to be released.

Other clans living in the Dark Regions say that this is a treasure given to the Dark Elves by the evil Spider God, and in fact, the Dark Elves have been able to gain a foothold in the Dark Regions, and this cobweb has indeed contributed to this.

Garanord pulled out the spider-shaped badge, a token of the Second Family, carved with a special rune spell, and the cobwebs immediately opened as if they were living creatures.

"Crawler, follow me back to Phalanlon." Garanord's tone was calm, and there was no room for negotiation.

A huge dragon's head slowly poked out of the cavern, with a thick pure gold chain wrapped around its neck and a comfortable saddle on its back.

Pandaria responded with a low dragon roar, and although the Drow priest in front of him was small and slender, he had a huge amount of energy in his body.

During this decade, Pandaria had rebelled many times, but none of them were opponents and were ruthlessly suppressed.

And every defeat is accompanied by brutal torture, and by now, Pandalia has given up completely.

However, the cunning black dragon clearly smelled the blood of the Drow priest, as well as a faint smell of sulfur.

Pandaria was sensitive to the smell, which was the smell of the red dragon.

He suddenly realized that the master had finally found out about his message in the orc camp and began to trouble the hordes of hateful elves.

He was inexplicably excited, woo woo, it's been ten years, and I'm finally waiting for you, master, I've had a hard time all these years.

Of course, the black dragon hid these feelings well, and was not discovered by the Drow priests.

Garanord rolled over and jumped onto the black dragon's neck, and although Pandaria cursed all the drow elves in his heart countless times to die, he could only think about it in his heart.

He let out a low groan and flew towards the city-state of Drow Elves, Phalanlon.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the drow all looked at each other, and they vaguely felt that something big might have happened.

The black dragon flew out of this hidden cave, and the front suddenly opened up.

It is a large open lake, the surface of the lake is calm, and the speed of the air around it is almost stagnant - there are almost no strong winds in the dark areas, and the presence of the wind is only noticeable when passing over the stone bridge of the underground rapids.

The dome is hundreds of feet above the lake, and the stalactites tens of meters long are like cold and ruthless dark tentacles, and like sharp swords hanging above their heads, which may fall at any time.

The surface of the lake is shrouded in layers of turquoise mist, and these sparse pale green points of light float against the water, occasionally converging, occasionally spreading, and flickering and disappearing.

This scene looks like fireflies that only appear on summer nights, but in fact, they are the souls of the dead.

It's a ghost.

The souls of enemies, slaves, commoners, or nobles killed in power struggles by drow elves over countless years.

They are forever bound to the water, hovering infinitely, and wailing in mourn.

There are also many reefs in the lake, or stalagmites that emerge from the water, and creatures that are unfamiliar with the waters can quickly capsize due to hitting the reef even in a wooden boat.

Of course, Garanord doesn't need to ride on a big ship that only the Nine Families are qualified to ride, and her mount is a teenage black dragon!

The black dragon's murmur pierced through the mist of the green forest, and flew for nearly ten minutes, the distance between the dome and the lake was getting farther and farther, the terrain was rising, and the top of the dome was suddenly raised to a height of thousands of feet.

In front of him was a vast archipelago of gigantic stalagmites, surrounded by walls tens of meters high, but Pandalia could see clearly from above.

All stalagmites and strange stones are no longer the original appearance, and the drow elves use superb carving skills to hollow out the stalagmites and carve out gorgeous palaces one after another.

Colourful magical light surrounds the city, and the iconic building in the heart of the city is undoubtedly the "Elise Pillar of Time", built thousands of years ago by the archmages of the first family, Elise family.

The magical aura emanating from the stone pillar was clearly visible even from several kilometers away.

The disappearance of the Hourpillar's magical aura means the end of the day, and at this time, Farranlun will have a designated archmage standing at the bottom of the Hourpillar to re-light the magical aura.

In a place where there are no seasons of day and night, this is the only way the drow elves can keep track of the passage of time.

However, this is only where the drow civilians live.

Thousands of feet in the air, countless giant stalactites of various shapes and shapes hang down to the center of Farlanglon, forming an island with an upside-down hanging in the air.

Looking up, the drow elves hollowed out these stalactites and built a beautiful pavilion in the sky, flowing with colorful halos, flying carpets and magic boats that shimmered with pale blue glow and flew slowly high in the sky.

This is where the nobles of Drow live, and in the center, hundreds of majestic stone pillars protected by countless giant stalactites like stars and moons are the residence of the nine families.

In contrast, the other inferior races can only inhabit the harbor area outside of the civilian settlements, in the company of cold spirits and bound spirits, and look up at the colorful nobles above their heads.

The Evelyn family, the second family of Farrenlon, possess twenty monumental stalactite columns and ten equally spectacular stalagmites in the very center.

Galanord Evelyn patted the black dragon on the neck, and the latter roared and flew towards the Second Family's exclusive harbor......