Yes, Moredi...... He suddenly noticed that the shadow of the underground dwarf slave was missing from his group!

The underground gnome was not a vital person to the young man, though.

But when he realized that there was one person missing from his side at some point, Urs immediately frowned, and said in his heart that Wall was on top......

That little guy wasn't smashed by Dorothy's big fireball in the scuffle, right?

Or did he take advantage of the chaos and run somewhere else?

……

At the same time, the second floor of the town hall of the city of Palomitte.

Miela sat by the window of her room, with a cold smile on her lips, and raised her hand to close the curtains, her dark purple eyes the same color as the raven's, and then looked sideways at the closed door not far away.

This second-floor room was what she had asked Barende beforehand, hoping to be able to peek into everything that was happening in the banquet hall at all times while the banquet was going on, and preferably not to be suddenly seen by anyone present.

Barende complied with her request, gritting her teeth and holding back the bleeding pain from her broken arm, dragging a trail of blood behind her, gasping for breath to the door of the room, and her only remaining right hand took out a key from her waist to open the door, and staggered into Miera's sight.

"What a mess, Barend."

Miela rose from an upholstered chair and watched as the grey dwarf officer who had served him tilted half of his body to try to keep the blood from his severed arm from flowing, but the grey dwarf's approach was in vain until he could be treated with the appropriate measures to stop the bleeding.

As for the sight in his eyes, the young lady of the Drow priest from the Zergun family was not only not flustered, but also had the leisure to make fun of her.

"Dear master......" Barend let go of his finger to take the key to the house, and his right hand, which was still in good condition, raised to cover his severed left shoulder, and beads of sweat soaked into his gray face, "You... Have you seen it all? Everything that is born below! ”

"Of course. And your deathless look, gray dwarf. Miera replied calmly, her right hand in metal armor reaching for her waist at the same time, and she took a roll of parchment from a dimensional pouch she carried, "So what do you want to express, Barend?" Hope I compliment you on your escape skills? ”

"No, it's not like that, honorable master, I didn't mean that!" Barende turned his head and closed the door again, his anxious face turning back to look at Ms. Drow standing by the window with a frightened expression, "I'm here to inform you!" Tell you to run, those surface creatures will be coming up to the second floor sooner or later! ”

"Thank you so much, Barronde." Miela kept the sneer on her lips and nodded, slowly unfolding the scroll she had just taken out, "But don't worry. I arranged for you to use this banquet to humiliate my good sister, and naturally I thought about the possibility of the humiliation escalating into a violent conflict, so I have prepared this teleportation scroll for a long time. ”

"Oh, that's great!" Barend's eyes lit up, and his eyes, almost in despair, seemed to clear up, "Dear master, you are really thoughtful! ”

"But don't be in a hurry to rejoice, Barend, your mission is not done." Miss Drow, who believed in the Spider Goddess, changed her words, and her dark purple eyes fell on the one-armed gray dwarf officer's face with some kind of unkindness, "You must stay, go to the military camp in the city to gather your men, and bring more trouble to those arrogant surface people." ”

"But I can't deal with them, master! They've taken the hall now, and I'll even have to find a way to get out of here to get in with the barracks! The gray dwarf officer explained with a bitter face, then hurriedly looked around for anything that could help him stop the bleeding, and after two seconds, he still pinned his hope on Miela and pleaded, "That...... Then again, honorable master, can you use your magic to treat my wounds? ”

"No, you can't."

"What?!"

"I said no." Miela held her head high, her eyes cold, "Even if you're not a spellcaster, you should know that a priest's magic position is limited in the amount of time he has in each day, Barend." ”

"I... Know that. Barende was slightly stunned, "But—"

"Now that you know, you should understand that the power that the spider goddess has given me cannot be wasted on you." Miss Drow interrupted him coldly, "My magic is precious. ”

"This ......" The gray dwarf endured the pain in her severed arm and looked at her stupidly, and really wanted to retort to her, isn't my life important at all?

My life is not as important as a few of your magic spells?

Are you kidding!

His mind was suddenly a little agitated, his eyes were staring straight at the Reverend Drow in front of him, his chaotic breathing suddenly stagnated, as if he realized something, he hurriedly asked him loudly: "Wait, wait...... Master, are you planning to abandon me?! ”

But why did she abandon me?

Is it because I have no use value in her hands? Or does she have some other conspiracy and thus need to leave herself in this place?

Or is it just because there aren't enough scrolls?

Barende noticed the magic scroll that Miela held in her hand. If it wasn't a spell stored in a scroll or a high-level group teleportation technique, then the other party didn't seem to be preparing a retreat for themselves to escape from here?

Miela looked at him, not answering why he did it, and then used the scroll in her hand to form a circle of magic that glowed with a faint halo under her feet.

The gray dwarf officer, who had severed one of his arms, was completely panicked, his right hand was off the end of his left shoulder and stretched out towards her, and the beard on his chin and the words in his mouth trembled uncontrollably: "Slow, master, respected master! ”

He couldn't figure out why the other party said without warning that he turned his face and turned his face?!

The treacherous, cruel, and capricious nature of the Dark Elves is common sense for every intelligent Underworldn.

Although Barende understood that the Drow master he served was definitely not a good stubble that could be trusted with confidence, he still didn't expect that his existence would be so insignificant in the eyes of the other party?

He didn't even understand what Miela had ordered him to arrange a banquet to humiliate the surface people who had come to the city!

The silhouette of Miss Drow Priest flickered in the teleportation circle activated by the scroll, and then vanished in place.

"Hell! Damn it! Oladin is on top, and I'm up to myself in the end! Barende watched his right hand snatch forward, and immediately stomped his feet on the floor of the room in anger, gritting his teeth in anger and turning back to the door of the room, when he suddenly heard the footsteps of others in the corridor outside.

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