Due to the language barrier, the black-haired man did not say a word during the rest of the journey.

The endless passages wore down Zhuge as the giant spider statues on both sides kept an eye on his movements, and the labyrinthine corridor controlled his thoughts.

He followed the back of the line not like a guest being introduced, but more like a prisoner being escorted, and the blank expression of the Drow guard in front of him was deeply imprinted in his mind, lingering.

According to the High Priest of Sehelis, he should be on the way to the underground urban arena of Gullora, which in Zhuge 's mind should be built in the middle of the city, or some eye-catching landmark, and he did not see any pedestrians along the way, only groups of strict and indifferent guards.

He looked at the clothes on his body, carefully observing every detail that existed on the clothes, and he suddenly felt a little ridiculous. If this trip is the way to the execution ground, then why do you need to dress yourself so clean and beautiful?

Finally, at the end of the passage were already waiting for two women, Drow, who looked down haughtily at the kneeling guards in front of them, and handed over the black-haired man with only sharp and defiant eyes. And the attitude towards the black-haired man was only to look at him with a few surprised eyes.

"Let's go. ”

The black-haired man suddenly realized that this spider-like xenomorph animal may be basically a totem symbol belonging to the Drow Elves?

He remembered that there was a special colony of spiders in his past life, and they had a very unique name, the Black Widow, a terrible name from the fact that female spiders tended to eat males after mating. They are intensely neurotoxin, black and shiny, while the ventral surface, with a bright hourglass-shaped pattern.

The drow women are like female spiders towering above, with graceful bodies and beautiful faces, and the web they weave through words and actions, like black widow spider silk that surpasses the strength of tightrope and Kevlar fibers, is often more seductive, paralyzing, and deadly than women on the ground.

The men of Drow, like the relatively small males, live in the shadow of the females, and work hard to provide for their errands.

The black-haired man didn't know, and he had nowhere to find out, but he had already realized that because of his male identity, life might not be too easy in the reality of this seemingly matriarchal society.

The two women in front of them paced casually, their pointed ears bouncing up and down, and from their backs, their clothes and decorations were almost identical to those of the High Priestess of Secillis, except for the slightly smaller number of spider pendants.

Zhuge didn't have much of the mood to appreciate each other's figures, not that the girls were not beautiful, but that they finally brought themselves out of the complicated cobweb-like labyrinth.

The bright color rewrites the dim history, and the ceiling rises above the sky like a firmament, probably because of the discomfort, under the sudden illumination of the strong light, the man's vision gives birth to a trance vision, and the exquisite frescoes like a chapel above are set off by the bright light of the hall in the back, and the vivid image emerges.

I don't know what kind of famous craftsman it is, but it's still covered with spider-like statues, but it makes the black-haired man feel the slightest disgust.

Zhuge was like a demon, and his gaze in front of him lost focus.

There was a sudden silence in the bustling hall, and as Zhuge was immersed in the ethereal world, the people on the field could not stop their words, and they turned their gaze to the black-haired man behind the two Drow women—a bewitching human male.

When the dark elves' eyes were focused on the man, the Drow priests, who were the guides, remembered the admonition of the high priest of Sehiris, "Remember not to let this stupid human male look around!"

But it was too late.

The drow immediately turned around, and the human male in front of them was staring up intently at the decoration above their heads, their expressions numb as the arachnoid drow that reverberated outside the underground city—half-drow and half-spider creatures that had failed in the trials and formed a twist, lost their minds and consciousness.

There seemed to be some auditory hallucinations in the confusion, and the sound was indeed pleasant, but it seemed a little impatient and impatient.

"What are you doing!"

"Human!"

The man withdrew his gaze, thinking back in disbelief about what he had just done. There must be some kind of extraordinary power here, or magic that can control people's hearts, or else, where does their own abnormality come from?

"Hmm. ”

The black-haired man bowed his head, and this hall-like place was different from the lonely and single passage, and there were all kinds of dark elves standing everywhere, although the overall appearance was roughly the same, but individual differences still existed. If it weren't for these characteristics, Zhuge would probably not be able to accurately identify who was who.

But now he was surprised to find that not only the two Drow priests who were the guides, but all the dark elves on the field, both men and women, were keeping their eyes firmly on him. This feeling of being watched is not a celebrity effect, and at the moment, he feels like an alpaca locked up in a zoo.

Zhuge remembered the sweet female accent just now, which he could understand, so the black-haired man excitedly turned to the Drow priest in front of him and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

But the other party didn't seem to want to pay attention to himself, and the contempt and disdain that floated again replaced the shock not long ago.

"Just a lowly male human, pay attention to who you are. ”

Cheap.

The black-haired man frowned, his original enthusiasm like cold water being poured on his face, swallowing his full of questions back into his stomach.

Zhuge looked around, except for the drow men with their heads bowed, the eyes of the female drows were like a carved eye, all of which indicated their position - please respect yourself, humble men.

In the face of such an environment, the black-haired man did not intend to explain too much, he smiled a little coldly, no matter what he was going to face, his hole cards always need to be clear first. He tidied up his outfit a little at random, and at the same time, according to the memory in his mind, he stretched his muscles and bones, secretly revisiting the inheritance he had received from Kabore.

No matter how disgusted he is with the Drow Elves in his heart, there is at least one thing that Zhuge quite agrees with - the quality is indeed guaranteed.

It seems that this so-called Rachel family has indeed invested in themselves. The black-haired man grinned mockingly, the corner of his eye scanning the equipment on his body while constantly scanning the reaction of the woman in front of him, his sneering expression glaring in the sight of the Drow priest.

But what does the other person's reaction have to do with themselves?

After the Avalanche battle, Zhuge first explored the essence of the Misra Demon Net, although it was not much, but the black-haired man really felt the strange power hidden in it that could not be traced by the naked eye.

But at the same time, in this unknown place, there is something with similar abilities that is confronting the magic web.

The black-haired man stretched out his hand and carefully stroked the surface of the metal, the hidden streamer in the Mithril raw material revealed the power of magic, through the magic net, these energies were secretly transmitted to Zhuge through the touch in his hand, allowing him to accurately identify the ingredients of the blessing above.

"Huh. ”

The male-haired man left the Drow priest's urgings behind, his natural arrogance driving his instinct to rebel. The man didn't want to make trouble here, because after all, this was the opponent's home field, but he didn't want to let the other party call him everywhere.

Facing the two Drow priests who were approaching, Zhuge sensed the extremely hidden spell fluctuations in the air, and although he couldn't understand the essential reason for it, the black-haired man was fearless.

He raised his head and quickly drew the sharp Drow sword from his lower back, his eyes staring ahead, the sword slashing through the air, and then his right hand played a gorgeous sword flower like a boneless, and regardless of the reaction of others, he retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath.

Draw the sword, return it to the sheath, and walk the clouds and water, all in one go.

The black-haired man walked forward, and as he stepped past the two drow priestesses, his face covered in snow and frost, the tone of his words struck the other man's ears quickly and accurately like a rushing thunderbolt.

"Don't let me lose my patience, go, please lead the way. ”

The audience was silent, silent, leaving only a group of surprised, puzzled, and fearful eyes, intertwined in the air of the bright hall.

The Drow priests, whose faces were flushed, opened their mouths and were about to say, "You! bold ......"

The black-haired man stopped and turned, but there was not the slightest warmth in his smile. Zhuge slowly approached the other party, bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, gently supported the other party's clear and soft chin with two fingers, and looked directly into his eyes, and said lightly: "Dear, are you leaving?"

The Drow priestess's hands were tangled in the air, raised and lowered, and she looked helplessly at her companion.

However, the other party's reaction is also the same as his own.

After all, under the oppression of power, the two lowered their heads, but the arrogance in their expressions faded for a while.

Zhuge patted the Drow priest on the cheek and nodded, he straightened himself up again, and turned to look down at the dark elves watching in the hall with a smile.

At a quick glance of his gaze, no one could match him, not even the drow priestesses.

The black-haired man turned again, not glancing at the priestess leading the way behind him, but pacing slowly, as if confident that the two women would follow.

It wasn't until the men led by the female drows were about to walk to another gate that the hall resumed its normal movement as if it had been pressed again.

Not far away, a sharp-eared woman said in a low voice to her companion, "Have you seen clearly, the shadow spell has failed?"

"Well, I don't see why. To such a discovery, the other party of the conversation replied softly.

"Is it because of the sword?" whispered the sharp-eared woman in thought.

After Fang Zhuoer stepped through the door, he turned around and looked up at the top of his head, his eyes full of contempt.

Then, with a smile on his face, he looked back at the great hall that had made him remember, and his eyes shimmered with silver light.

"This is just the beginning. ”