The mystical starlight praised by the poet never shines on this land, and the sunlight that radiates warmth and vitality is not allowed to enter.

This is the Dark Realm, a secret world beneath the noisy surface of the continent of Elbaf.

The sky here is a bloodless and tearless hard rock, and the stone walls around it are gray and monotonous, and the deep, long, caverns smell of death under the torches of stupid surface creatures that have accidentally intruded here.

There are many ghosts here, the shadow elements are rich, the dark tunnels zigzag through this eerie land, countless underground monsters have carved through large and small caves, connecting high and low caves, dark and lengthy tunnels are connected to each other, and stone bridges cross the rift.

Stalactites as sharp as the fangs of a sleeping dragon fall upside down from the dome, and stalagmites like nail boards are dotted around every corner of the road to ward off intruders.

The silence of this place is like a beast quietly moving forward, and every wisp of air hides an immense pressure.

It's eternal darkness, it's chaos, and the only thing that can remind you of your wakefulness is your own footsteps, and the sound of dripping water, like the heartbeat of a beast, cold and merciless against the silent rock.

Occasionally, an open lake could be seen from a large cavern, but no one knew what danger lurked beneath the agate-like waters.

There are many tribes of life gathered here, and there are towns as majestic as the surface world, but this is not a paradise, but an evil hell.

All deformed, evil creatures live here to avoid the sun, and monsters fight for limited resources.

Wars, conquests, declines, and collapses form a similar cycle of kingdoms in the Dark Regions.

Cities fight each other for wealth, resources, slaves, or generations of hatred.

Solid empires are in decline, or they are exhausted by numerous ongoing skirmishes.

The collapse of failed empires was sometimes caused from within, sometimes by enemy weapons.

One day, groups of survivors emerge from a ruined city and find the right environment to start from scratch and eventually build a new city.

Once upon a time, our ancestors came from the surface world, snatched land, water, and food from the murderous aliens, and established our pride in the upper reaches of the Dark Lands, in a vast cavern five kilometers wide, ten kilometers long, and thousands of feet high.

We have 100,000 compatriots who, over hundreds of generations, have turned this empty cave full of primitive stalactites and stalagmites into an impregnable fortress.

Our city is bathed in magical light, with countless intricately carved castles arranged in neat and dense halls.

We repelled the invasion of the Grey Dwarves, and eventually joined forces with the Grey Dwarves to defeat the Psiclists, and we became the rulers of the Upper Dark World.

The other races need to be careful to keep an eye on our movements, and anything beautiful will be eclipsed by the tip of our sword.

After that, a fierce civil war broke out in Franlon, which had established itself as ruler.

Under the guidance of the Spider God, we began to fight each other, killing each other, nobles against nobles, priests against priests.

For the sake of power, we intrigue with each other and deceit each other, so that we can get a better position and be favored by the goddess Rose.

Yes, Franlon, like the other dark elf city-states, was a strictly matriarchal society.

We revere the way of Rose, headed by the nine families, and divide the nobles, commoners, and slaves.

The nobility formed a ruling council, which was headed by the highest priestess of the first family, and each house was also ruled by the priestess of the highest family.

These great women, we call them the Mother of the House.

We believe in Goddess Rose, and all the dark elves believe in Goddess Rose. We give our lives and souls to her.

We follow her teachings and plunder the lands and beliefs of other clans, and all heretics and sinners who disobey the Drow will be sacrificed by us.

Thanks to the combined efforts of the Dark Elves, our city-state (Phalanlon) has become impregnable.

We have walls tens of meters high, elemental towers scattered around every corner, and it is impossible for even the most despicable shapeshifters to sneak into our city secretly - the divine power of the goddess Rose covers the entire Phalanlon, and any alien invasion will be the first to be discovered.

We have the Spider Church, the Goddess Rose's Mission, the Priests' Academy;

We have the School of Warlocks, where mages study and study;

We have the Fighting Tower, where warriors practice their powerful swordsmanship;

In these places, we get a systematic way of learning and advancement, and we become strong because of it.

We also have countless armies of monsters that we defeated in the war and eventually became slaves.

The meat of the purple dragon will become a delicacy on our table; The eggs of the benthic devilfish are the most nourishing nutrients; Psionics are our prisoners; The Eye Demon is reduced to a guard; The Grey Dwarves will work until death in the veins we occupy.

My name is Plesta Green, a spider spirit abandoned by the goddess Rose.

I used to belong to the Seventh House of Farron, and the priestess lady you ran away from me was called Garanord Evelyn, the second daughter of the second house's matriarch, and a high priest.

The Evelyn family ruled over the whole of Francon for thousands of years, and Evelyn's mother was also the favorite mortal of the spider god.

And the family that has lost the favor of the spider god will be replaced by other families in a very short time, becoming a stepping stone to control power.

Up to now, the names of the other eight families have been constantly changing over time, and no one will remember their existence as if they never existed.

Of course, we're not the only ones in the Dark Realm, with evil soulsucking monsters still occupying the middle level, and ancient benthic mokfish sleeping in the deeper underground lakes.

In addition, under the vast land of southern Xinjiang, there are several dark elf city-states, one of which is called "Orequel", which is a kingdom of traitors, heretics, outcasts, losers, and deformed children.

They rejected the teachings of the Spider God and advocated the inferiority of men and women, and the deformed children were even higher.

This is despised by us.

While we don't know why the Spider God Queen would allow such a kingdom to exist, we do know that one day Orequel will be reduced to ruins under the Spider God's wrath.

That's all I know, my master.

The arachnoid spirit Plesta Green bowed to the red dragon with a blank face, and the drow captives on the side were already spewing fire into their eyes.

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ps: There is one more more.