In the distant past, the Dark Elves were banished from the forest by other elves on the surface because of their unclean beliefs, and after countless days and nights of wandering around the surface, they finally relocated and settled in an underground world far away from the surface, establishing a new home in the depths of the underground called the Dark Lands, abandoning the old government of one elven king ruling all elves, and instead led the people by a council composed of the patriarchs of several powerful families in each city, and chose the chaotic and evil spider goddess as the new god of faith.

The teachings of the Spider Goddess allow and encourage the Dark Elves to use any effective means to fight for what they want. They worship the law of the jungle, are keen on the slave trade, and have a cruel way of dealing with life, believing that murder is not a crime if it is not discovered, so that each Drow family is often wary of other families in the same city, and it is normal for them to swallow up or wipe out other families after a powerful family comes to power.

And in the city of Drow called Morbelas, the Zergon family is one of the most powerful families of the present time.

Miela Zelgon, who was standing in front of Barend at the moment and questioning the name of the Drow - she belonged to that family, and as the most prestigious woman in the family, although she was still young, she had basically predetermined the throne of the next head of the family.

As for her current appearance in the city of Palomitte, she must have come with some kind of evil purpose that cannot be easily spoken.

Several male drows stood around her in uniformly dressed full-body armor, the surface of which did not refract any metallic luster in the dull environment, but the dark workmanship was clearly the work of the mage craftsmen of the dark elves, and such a special casting technique had a very high protection effect in the underground world without sunlight.

But - such a craft is also flawed and costly, and its imperfections are as invisible, as intrigue in the depths of the dark elves' hearts.

When exposed to sunlight, these delicate armors instantly turn to ashes, like ignorant moths swooping down on the blazing flames.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the drows' evil ambition to conquer the surface has not been realized for a long time?

Miela stood in front of the grey dwarf officer with her hands folded, her long pale neatly combed back of her head, her dark purple eyes proving that her bloodline was indeed part of the Zergun family, unlike most drow's eyes, which were secretly murderous scarlet.

Her costume was a pitch-black dress with boots under the skirt and armor with exposed sleeves made of metal, and a lightweight magic chain mail was actually worn underneath the long black dress, and the hand armor of her right hand was carved with a special spider pattern on the palm of her hand.

The spider pattern carved into the palm of the hand armor, especially in the black spider hanging from the spider web, the position of the head has been replaced by a female dark elf-

A priest's badge in the shape of a handarmour.

This means that she is the evil priest of the Spider Goddess.

Barende stood respectfully in front of her, the height of her race forcing the grey dwarf officer to raise his head to look up at the Drow lady in front of him, knowing from the bottom of his heart that although he was nominally the current ruler of Palomites, he was close to the master who was actually behind the scenes.

"My subordinates rushed to inform me as soon as possible." He was obedient, and lowered his head as he replied in submission, "That female Drow arranged for a dwarf slave to lead her way, and brought six ethnically mixed surface slaves and a golem guard into the city, and also cleaned up an out-of-control troll slave. ”

"Tell me, then, what do her slaves have?" Miera's eyes were intrigued by Barende's statement.

"Two humans, one male and one female, a female half-beast, a male half-orc, a male surface dwarf, and a female surface gnome." The grey dwarves didn't dare to hide the slightest thing, "They entered a tavern, and the name of the tavern was 'Doriel's Tale Club'. ”

"Well, it's mixed enough...... Miela frowned slightly, "what about the Drow woman?" What are the characteristics of her that she dares to claim to be from the city of Morberas? ”

"My men told me that they noticed that the lady was wearing a black robe." Barende bowed his head and replied, "And one of the features of her appearance is that her eyes, like yours, are dark purple. ”

"The genetic traits of the Dark Purple Pupil belong to only one lineage in Morbeyras, and that is the Zergun family." The expression on Miera's face suddenly turned cold, "If the waste under your command dares to be mistaken, your eyeballs may be responsible for this." ”

"Yes, you shouldn't be mistaken......" A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of the gray dwarf's forehead, and he felt as if the beating heart in his chest had paused.

It seemed that he didn't seem to doubt that Miera's threat might become a reality in the next second.

Miela stared at him condescendingly, and snorted coldly at the corners of her teeth: "Go on." ”

"Hey, okay, okay." Barende nodded hurriedly, "Well, other than that, that lady's throat is very hoarse. ”

"Husky?" The Miss Drow in front of the Grey Dwarf was suddenly a little surprised, "Are you sure?" She has a hoarse throat because of a short-term illness? Or is it caused by some injury? ”

"This... My subordinates said she looked very energetic, probably healthy, right? ”

Barende was not sure at this moment, so he had to be ambiguous, and carefully raised his gaze a little as he spoke, quietly paying attention to the change in the expression on Miera's face.

Miela seemed to be thinking of something. The noble dark elf thought about it, or rather a memory that stuck in his mind, in order to confirm something.

Until half an hour later—

"Is there a shadow of a spider elf next to her?" Lady Drow's face turned serious, and she stared into the gray dwarf's eyes and asked again.

"Arachnids?" Barend blinked.

He couldn't help but wonder why this noble lady from a noble family suddenly asked himself such a question that sounded like it had nothing to do with the incident.

He knew a little bit about the arachnids.

It is rumored that in every drow city in the dark region, there will always be many dark elves who compete and calculate with each other for power and status, and the worst end of those losers is to be forced to accept a mysterious trial.

Barende didn't know exactly what that trial was, but he knew that many of the hapless dark elves had lost their lower selves because of that trial, and the part below their waists had mutated into spiders, thus causing them to lose their last minds and dignity, and completely become half-elves, half-spider monsters.

Of course, Barend had never seen a living arachnid since he was a child, so he couldn't just instinctively determine whether these rumors were distorted.

But arachnoid elves must be terrifying...... He believes it.

So when he heard Miera's question, he frowned and thought carefully for a while before he organized his words: "Well, at least my subordinates didn't see it, and I didn't see when the arachnoid elves entered the city, respected master." ”

"Good." Hearing Barende's answer, Miela nodded, as if relieved, "In that case... Again, is that Drow's throat really hoarse? And are you sure it's not caused by disease? ”

"My subordinates can be sure that her throat is really hoarse, master." The gray dwarf bowed his head in response, "It's probably not caused by disease, probably ...... Otherwise, she shouldn't have the energy to take out an out-of-control troll slave. My subordinates said she seemed to have fought with her own hands. ”

"Then you can start preparing to meet the lady from Morberas City like me at noon." The corners of Miera's mouth grinned a hideously curly, "I look forward to seeing her again in this place, hehe......"

……

At the same time, deep underground in the city of Palomites.

The interior of the cliff is obviously not a completely solid rock structure, the topography of this half-cliff plain supports the underground dwarf city that has been inhabited by the gray dwarves, and the bottom of the city naturally stretches like the roots of old trees.

One of the "roots", the same secret passage that Moretti and Doriel walked with the adventurers of the Thorn Squad, led everyone to a naturally formed stalactite cave.

The cave seemed to have been formed long ago, opening in the rock mass of the cliff, and the structure of the cave made it possible for Urs to hear the echo of footsteps as he followed the two underground gnomes inside, and the moist droplets of water dripping down the top of the cave along the upside-down stalagmites and falling into a lake that was gradually being seen by the public.

The droplets of water create a light ripple on the surface of the lake.

The diffuse ripples temporarily distorted a reflected face. The owner of the face sat quietly cross-legged on the edge of a rock wall, his two blank eyes as silent in his sockets as his whole being, except for the ears that seemed to be unusually sharp in hearing at the presence of his presence in the ranks of Urs and his party.

"Moredi, Doriel......" he closed his eyes and tilted his head slowly to the spot where everyone was sitting, "there are a few new guests. ”

The voice seemed to have a bit of an innate ethereal, plus a slight exotic accent.

"Honorable, respectful... High Priest... Excellency. When Moredi saw him, he immediately tried to report to him with the stammering tongue in his mouth, "I... Press, follow your... Prophecy... Take a team from the surface and bring... See you. ”

As he spoke, he tapped his forehead to the man sitting by the lake. Hearing that he had already said what he had to say, Doriel didn't say anything, and then remained quiet with him, turning to glance back at the group that had come with the two of them all the way to the secret cave.

Urs stopped, and stood in unison with his companions.

Out of sight of the gray dwarf, the black young man no longer needed to deliberately play the role of the crow's entourage slave for the time being, so the party's voice should have returned to his mouth at this time.

However, he was speechless at the moment, his mouth was half open, and he only subconsciously opened his eyes to see the man by the lake who Moredi respectfully called the high priest...... Well, not "people" in the conventional sense, to be precise.

But it's not a dwarf either, either an underground dwarf or a surface dwarf......

The humanoid creature sat peacefully on the edge of the lake in the cave, its size not much different from that of a normal human, and the subtle discrepancies were reflected in his long, apparently inhuman face, his yellow eyes unfocused, a pair of deep-set sockets, his torso and limbs were very slender, and his fleshy skin, thin enough to easily outline his bones, was a pale bluish yellowish complexion.

He was dressed in a shabby yellow coat with a dusty dark gray cloak on the outside, which was described as a bit like a half-orc and a little like a half-elf, and his face maintained the composure and seriousness of his personality.

Therefore, in a short moment, not only Urs, but all the members of the Thorn Squad except Abel were actually slightly stunned by what they saw, and the difference was only that the young man quickly reacted with the memory of his previous life.

"Gis Serre?" The words of surprise immediately blurted out.

"It looks like Moredi and Doriel forgot to tell you." The humanoid sapient creature that the young man recognized as a Ghisserre smiled, "The High Priestess of this underground gnome city, he is not an underground gnome himself?" ”

Nonsense!

Urs blinked in a daze, and said to himself that if no one had reminded him of such an unexpected situation, who would have guessed it?

The religious leader of an underground dwarf city is not an underground gnome, but a Ghisserre...... OMG.

It doesn't make sense for the Gis Sere to appear in the world beneath the surface - after all, legend has it that in the Eternal Age, the terrifying Psics built a psionic empire that spanned the multiverse and enslaved many ancient races, one of which was a race called the "Gis".

After a long period of slavery, the "Guise" race was gradually infused with a psychic power called "psionic energy" by the ancient psionic monsters. With this power called psionic energy, the Guise rebels with psychic abilities suddenly launched a great uprising across the plane, and finally succeeded in destroying the cosmic empire of the psionic monsters, and regaining the freedom of the surviving slaves.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived - due to racial hierarchical disputes within the race and deadly clashes of ideas between ideologies, the freed "Guis" split into the current "Giessere" and "Gisyankees" in the astral plane, constantly trying to destroy each other, and constantly trying to search for the soulsuckers who once enslaved them from the multiverse.

Their hatred of the Psiculus is a common fire, having burned for centuries from slavery to emancipation, so they sometimes appear in the Shadows and form hunting squads to hunt down all the Psivacs they find.

Of course, the Ghisseles and the Ghiss-Yankees are of the same ancestry and therefore have similar appearances, but one notable difference is that the Gis are always neutral, while the Gis Yankees are always evil and can easily be extremely aggressive towards any alien creature that dares to be exposed to their perceptions.

Based on this distinction, Urs judged that the "Guise" race sitting on the shore of the cave lake should be a male Gisser.

He spoke in a very calm tone, without the slightest hint of unwarranted hostility.

The young man looked at him from a short distance in the air, and for some reason suddenly felt that he had become more and more strange with him, as if he had seen each other somewhere......

Yes, ever...... The past of the previous life!

He suddenly remembered—

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