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Losing their last remaining commander in a series of losses of discipline and morale, the Drow knights in the hollows of the underground had no chance of turning defeat into victory, and were soon completely defeated by the repeated iron hooves of the heavy cavalry.

Some of them died in battle, some deserted with the burden of shame, and a small number of them expressed their willingness to surrender in a desperate situation where there was no way to escape.

The Heroic Knights of the Lion of Thorns impressed the surviving Dark Elves, but no matter what their final outcome was, Miela didn't know that even if she knew that a handful of elite soldiers under her command would dare to betray her and surrender to the enemy.

After all, she had to think about other things at this point.

Servis miraculously rescued her from the maelstrom of the melee, riding a black lizard under her crotch through a stalagmite tunnel outside the exit of another cave in the Broken Mine.

This secluded tunnel was not anywhere on the map, and it didn't lead anywhere, it was just a makeshift escape route chosen by Servis in desperation.

He grabbed the reins of the black lizard with his left hand, and his right hand holding the long-bladed spear leaned slightly forward to protect Miella, who was sitting in front, and his red eyes scanned left and right in his eye sockets to confirm safety, and after a while, he asked cautiously: "Miera-sama, where are we going next?" Need to find a way back to Morberas first? ”

Miella turned her head and glared at him with unwilling dark purple eyes with a little anger, but the next second she couldn't get angry when she saw the tattered armor on his body.

Because she knew that there was nothing to be saved from being angry at this time. Servis was wounded as well, proving that his lieutenant's report to him not long ago was true, that the sudden appearance of the human heavy cavalry had first routed the pursuing detachment he led before returning to the Broken Mines to find him.

So she closed her eyes, held back and thought for a few seconds, then shook her head and replied, "No, Servis, it's a trap. ”

"Trap?"

"Don't you know why the other families in the city of Morberas fear me? Because I have an army, an elite private army that is loyal only to me, and I have lost those soldiers now. ”

The Spider Handmaiden opened her eyes and explained to her knights, she had not forgotten how the power of Drow society should maintain their rule, otherwise how would some unclean-mouthed surface merchants dare to disparage many of their kind, including herself, as black aristocrats born under the "Coup Succession Law"?

Even the smugglers from the surface only dare to say so in private, and most of the time they trade goods with the dark elves in a very regular manner.

Miera understands that the reason why she has been able to get all the way to the present is precisely because her military power and religious status can suppress the other Drow families in the city, so as to help her not only book the position of the next head of the family, but even almost empty the power of the current head mother.

As the saying goes, the higher you sit, the more people look up to you, and the more conspirators will spy on you.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help grinding her teeth, clenched her fists at the corners of her mouth, and looked sideways at the sword wound on her right arm: "Damn Edith, she must have planned this plot to kill people with a knife a long time ago, even if she can't kill me on the spot in the broken mine, when I return to Morberas, there will always be some clowns who jump off the beam to help her eradicate me." ”

"Then we ......"

"Let's find a way to go back to the barren rocks and hills, and get back the infantry we left on there, and then we'll talk about anything else."

"As you wish, Mistress-Miera."

Servis nodded, bowing respectfully, or customarily, to her, before flicking the reins to signal that the black lizard could go faster, and then suddenly raised his hand again a few seconds later, ordering the mount to stop.

"What's wrong! Servis, what are you doing? Miela shook her head at the sudden brake, and her already terrible mood almost exploded, and she suddenly turned her head and glared at him a second time.

Servis didn't speak, his expression suddenly became solemn and vigilant, and the spear in his right hand pointed lightly forward, this reaction made the priesthood of the Spider Goddess immediately come to her senses, as if she had noticed it, and turned her gaze back to look forward with him, only to realize that the two of them were not the only ones in this hidden place.

Her eyes widened, trying to see each other clearly with her innate dark vision, and she held her breath in her throat to get distracted.

The shadow in front of her quickly flickered in her eyes, gradually outlining the outline of the person, the first of which was an eight-legged spider dragging a venom sac.

The spider appeared in front of Miela and Servis' field of vision, about half the height of an adult drow, and the full width of its arms stretched out and slightly wider.

Miela looked intently at the other, saying that it would be nothing to fear if it was just a giant underground spider monster standing in the way—but when the two sides got closer, the giant spider finally took on its full form, revealing the upper body of a female drow on its back.

The upper half of the female drow grew directly on the spider's back from her waist down. She is one with the big spider under her waist, her dark skin and long pale hair are embellished with graceful curves, and her slender arms are raised to pry the emanation in front of her forehead, inadvertently revealing a pair of dark purple eyes of the same color as Miera's eyes, and the elf's pointed ears seem to be able to catch the heartbeat of the two through the air.

There is no lust in the depths of her pupils, but it is not empty, and if you want to describe it, it should be said that it is so deep that people subconsciously feel frightened.

Miela accidentally met the eyes of this drow woman who grew on the back of a spider, and looked at each other's cheeks and eyes clearly from the confrontational distance between them, and suddenly trembled as if she remembered some terrible nightmare, her mouth clenched her teeth uncontrollably and she gasped for cold air, and her heart said that it was impossible-

How is this possible?!

Isn't this woman her own sister?

own sister...... But it's not his second sister Edith, it's another, the eldest sister who has long since become a spider elf-

"Lu... Silk... She ...... her lips closed one by one, a syllable shuddered, and her eyes pronounced the other's name in horror.

Ruster Zelgon

Miela felt her breath quicken, and all the thoughts in her mind were swallowed up by fear in an instant.

Although she is as arrogant as the Raven, and even a little overly conceited, she still understands the truth that "a goblin can never defeat the Fire Demon" - so if she still has a very strong sense of competition and desire to kill when facing the Raven, then at this moment, when facing this arachnid elf named Ruth, she is only left with endless panic and fear in her heart!

After all, this is something that even the Spider Goddess will pay attention to—she remembers that her Goddess of Faith once sent a monster named the Wax Melt Demon from the Abyss to launch an endless wanted hunt for her!

However, his eldest sister, this cursed woman, is still alive...... Not only is he alive, but he even prefers to die and not die when he meets himself in this place?!

What is the purpose of her here? What will she do to herself? Will she kill herself?

Miella's heart has lost the composure that a careerist should have. She couldn't keep her composure enough under Rust's gaze, and felt like the two beams of gaze that Rust had thrown at her were like pincers against the wall, gasping for breath.

Servis wasn't much better off than she was. The Drow Knight, who was loyal to the Spider Handmaiden, could also feel the presence of the other party, as if an invisible hand was grabbing his throat, and the danger signal was like a bright knife covering every inch of her body—but the most terrifying thing was that he didn't smell murder from it.

There is no murderous ...... This may mean that the other party is not hostile, or it may mean that she and Miella are just two bugs in the eyes of the other party, and stepping on the two bugs to death is just the difference between good and bad mood for her.

"Run, Mistress-Miera!" Suddenly, the courage in Servis's heart overcame fear, and he immediately rolled off the black lizard's saddle, and slapped the black lizard's leg with his left hand that released the reins.

"Servis?!" Miela came back to her senses in a panic, and her right hand, wearing the armor of the evil insignia, hurriedly grabbed the reins, and the wound on her arm sent a tearing pain that woke her up, and then she looked back to see her knight getting smaller and smaller in her eyes, and getting farther and farther away from herself—

Until the black war lizard, which was also frightened, carried her away quickly, and disappeared after turning a bend in the path she had come.

Servis watched his mistress go away, took a deep breath to steady his breath, and then puffed up this breath to resist the psychological pressure that was about to force him to collapse, turned back to face Ruth, ten fingers clenched the long-bladed spear in his hand and struck a posture ready to fight.

Miela understands that "goblins can never defeat the fire demons", and he also understands, but there are always things in this world that cannot be ignored and urge the weak who are not strong enough to risk their lives to protect them, even for the drow spirits who are chaotic and evil by nature.

Ruster clasped her hands, her dark purple eyes didn't look at Servis at all, but let the bottomless two eyes chase her sister's back into the shadows, and then murmured softly: "No one can escape the end, Miera...... Even the Spider Goddess. ”

When the words fell, the corners of her mouth smiled charmingly.

……

With a smile, Yustina gracefully dropped a chess piece onto the chessboard, and in a gentle voice she whispered with the confidence of a prophet: "General." ”

"Victor, you've lost again."

This is the Grey Courtyard, the private abode of the Grey Court Sage, a subplane where time has stood still, and two colored humanoids sit in a pavilion by the pond against the backdrop of a black and white grassy pavilion.

The checkered chessboard on the small round table was a toy brought by Victor, and according to the human merchant who taught him to play it, it could be used to simulate a battle between two armies, and each piece had a unique move, making it a very brain-friendly strategy game.

The dragon mage city lord of Twilight City took the time to visit here, and by the way, he brought this toy to chat with his old friend, and after hearing the gray-haired lady in a long black dress on the other side of the table had already made a declaration, he finally raised his head and waved his hand—

"Don't play, don't play, you've been cheating, you know better than myself where I want to go."

"Who called me a prophet, dear friend?" Yustina kept smiling, her gentle gaze moving up his body, "Speaking of which, your taste is still the same." ”

"Are you talking about that?" Victor looked back and poked his finger at the tin pumpkin helmet on his head, "I think it's very good, it's very close to human culture, and every year when the city kids come to a certain festival, they dress themselves up like this, run into the streets and knock on doors, saying anything about trick-or-treating if they don't give candy." ”

"But it obscures your handsome countenance." The Sage Lady covered her lips lightly and let out a snort, "When you were a young dragon, I separated your head from your body and attached your head to a dead human corpse to save you, I really didn't expect that the miracle of life would gradually grow you into what you are now." ”

"yes, it's been a long time since that incident, and I have to thank you whenever I think about it." The dragon mage agreed, and the flawed flaming golden eyes looked at her through the helmet's eyeholes, "Although it would be nice if your life-saving means allowed me to keep the abilities that a brass dragon should have, such as free control of dragon power, many innate spell-like abilities, and most importantly, dragon form transformation...... Eh, but forget it, let the past pass, it's time for us to get down to business. ”

As he spoke, he put away the chessboard and chess pieces on the table, glad that the irrepressible dragon power in his eyes would not scare this beautiful and kind sage lady, and then took out the artifact from the space ring on his finger-

That seemingly unremarkable, but in fact it can summon evil gods.

"This is what Sana and Entropy were looking for in Okazawa, and it me off by ruining my city overnight in order to get it." Victor handed the stone to Yustina, complaining casually, "I was going to try to crack it after arranging for the Thorns Squad to come to meet you, but it scared Draco out of the way, and Irina actually hugged my thigh and told me not to." ”

“…… You have a good subordinate and a good daughter. Festina was stunned for a moment, reached out to accept the dangerous object, and commented on it from the width of the table.

"All in all, I'm out of trouble with this, so I'm just going to hand it over to you to deal with, and by the way, I want to ask if you see any key things in the future picture." After seeing with his own eyes that the hot potato in his hand had been transferred to another reliable custodian, the Dragon Vein Mage City Lord of Twilight City breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped into his chair to explain his other plans for a trip here today.

"Future...... Approaching in the north. The gray-haired sage lady in a black dress slowly tightened her five fingers to grasp the artifact, and her lips paused, "In the form of war, fate is about to torture the noble saint, the indomitable knight, and the returning king. ”

"The returning king?"

……

Yes, the king - and the dead at the same time.

The white world north of the Northland was filled with bitter cold winds and icy snow, and apart from the soul fire in the eyes of the undead and the body temperature and fur of a few animals that could adapt to such a harsh environment, there was only the dark realm hidden in the depths of the snowfield, Byron Tas.

The kingdom of the undead.

Erdon, the king of the undead, is a shriveled zombie with eyes burning dark gold, and its decaying body looks no different from a dead man who has been rotting for days.

He sat at a conference table spread out on a tactical map, the soles of leather boots and snow at his feet, the mottled crown and tent on his head, and wore a black robe that obscured the outline of his skeleton, and the withered hand that grasped the scepter peeked out from the wide sleeves of his robe.

"Your Majesty." Cassius, the Black Duke of the Hill of Mourning, stood on the side of the table and pressed the edge of the drawing, casting his gaze at him for the strategic line he had just outlined.

The Black Duke's voice exuded a gloomy aura, and a soul-penetrating darkness, but only the truest loyalty and surrender came to his ears.

The zombie king looked sideways, and the dark golden soul fire focused on the best black knight under his command, but he was not in a hurry to make up his mind, but slowly shifted his gaze again, passing the vampire lady on the other side of the table, Rosette Brad Vanneric, the genius descendant of the Blood Moon Castle, even though she seemed to be just a little girl-

A little farther away, Banadel the Bone Eater from the Valley of Decay, a burly ghoul behemoth with slender claws and arms pressed to the ground, stooping down like a tame war elephant, hiding the brutal desire for bloodthirsty killing deep in his heart, eager to wait until the right time to unleash it—

as well as off-the-books.

Erdon's gaze eventually moved to the outside of the tent, and he stopped, trying to look beyond the blowing wind and snow.

There was south of the Great Snow Field, in the direction of the Winter Fortress, and the other side of the Golden Warbler Empire......

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