The Heristel Mother picked up the round ornament made of Mithril and other materials placed in front of her, and she casually injected some mana into the ornament to activate the magic circle embedded in it, so a delicate and complex pattern appeared in front of the Heristl Hostess, which was the map of the Fog Cave promised by Amptaro before.

Ryan only glanced at it a few times, and immediately understood what was going on with this map, it turned out that the magician of the Ashamai tribe actually drew the map of the fog cave collected in the form of illusion in the Mithril ornament, and when the magic circle was activated, the spell contained in it was revealed in front of the caster, this principle is no different from creating a mirror doppelganger, but this map is not a mirror image of the caster, but a mirror image of the original map.

Since the basic requirement of the mirror technique is that the mirror image must be exactly the same as the main body, and the slightest difference will be seen through by the opponent and lead to failure, so the illusion map created with the same principle naturally does not have to worry about any difference from the original map, but for the sake of safety, Ryan and the Heristt housemother both consciously checked the illusion map that appeared in front of them, and compared the area they had walked before with the content drawn on the illusion map to verify each other, and after finding that there were no problems, they nodded in unison。

Seeing the Herist Mother nodding their heads, Amputaro's heart breathed a sigh of relief, with the strength that Ryan showed to kill the powerhouses of the same level in seconds, Amputalo didn't want to provoke such an opponent again, even if it was quite cost-effective to pay a little more to let them leave, but he didn't know that at this moment, the fate of the Ashamai clan was standing at a crossroads, and the demigod monarch who was qualified to control their fate was silently thinking about whether to let this blood clan completely disappear from this world.

The Mother of Herestle picked up the crystal cup in front of her, took a sip of mellow wine, and seemed to enjoy the wine brewed by the Ashamai tribe very much, in fact, she was just using these actions to hide her thinking process, and after she put the crystal cup back on the table, the demigod king of the dark elves had already made up her mind, she opened her mouth to say a few words to Amptalor, and then took Ryan and the others to leave from the lair of the Ashamai tribe。

After returning to the second floor of the Mist Cave, Boyadinas was the first to ask, "Mother, why did you just let those damn Blood Clans go? With the strength of a few of us, we can definitely kill those Blood Lords, including Amptalor!"

"I know. The Mother of Heristt glanced at her daughter, and there seemed to be a look of disappointment in her eyes, but this look was fleeting, and even the Ryan couple who were standing nearby did not notice its presence. Looking at her daughter Boyardinath, the Heristt housemother shook her head and said, " Although we can guarantee a certain upper hand today, it is impossible to guarantee that we can completely eradicate the bloodline of the entire Ashamai clan, as long as the other party's bloodline inheritance continues to extinct and slowly sleep and dormant in a hidden place, after thousands or tens of thousands of years, it will become the undying enemy of our dark elves, and it will also cause the common hatred of the entire Blood Demon Feast Alliance. ”

"Moreover, the strength of the blood clan has declined a lot now compared to the beginning, probably because the blood clan will more or less make the blood in the body a little thinner every time they suck blood. It is said that each of the thirteen primordial bloodlines with the purest bloodline has the power to rival the true gods, although they are missing, but there is no evidence that these primordial bloodlines have fallen, if we slaughter their descendants and cut off all the bloodlines, it may provoke the wrath of these old monsters, my daughter, are you ready to face a first-generation blood?" said the Boyadinath with a hint of abuse.

Boya Dinas responded a little unwillingly: "Then it's good that we force them to be used by me, maybe with the help of such a large group of domain-level bloods, maybe your plan can be realized faster, after all, even if you have a detailed map, what you are looking for will definitely not be in their field of vision, otherwise it would have been taken away by these bloodlines a long time ago, and it would not have been left until now." ”

"But it's more likely that the news will leak out!" Herestan shook her head and said, "Not to mention the time and energy it takes to subdue them, the Ashamai clan is willing to spend thousands of years living in seclusion here, relying on dormancy to quickly increase the strength of the family, how can it be possible to subdue them just by relying on some powerful force? Do you believe this explanation?"

"Since it is impossible to subdue them, and we cannot really kill all these bloods, isn't it in our best interest to have such an outcome now?and, according to the tradition of the bloods, how can such an ambitious family that is ready to regain its prestige not be led by a powerful patriarch? But do we see such a bloodline today?" said the Heristel mistress: " No, there are only two so-called deacons who come forward from the Ashamai clan today, and their strength is at the realm of the advanced realm, if there is no stronger patriarch above to suppress it, how can it just use some small means of intrigue?"

"Then why didn't he show up?" asked Boyadinath, not that she was going to deal with the Mother of Herest, but that she was just curious.

"I guess this patriarch is either at the critical moment of hitting the bottleneck, or his life has entered the aging period, and he must use a long sleep to reduce the flow of energy, but if we put on a situation of not dying, then this patriarch whose strength should be at the level of the advanced realm will definitely put aside all his worries and make a move, even if he kills such an opponent, what good will it do us?" This time, it was not the Mother of Heristt who gave an explanation, but Faras spoke, and when she said this, she directly changed the topic and said, "The entrance marked on the map, which direction is closest to us?"

――――――*――――――*―――――― "How is it, are they all gone?" Amptalo sat in the room with a slightly nervous expression, although he had seen that there was no trace of Ryan and the others on the magic image, he still couldn't help but ask a few assistants around him who were repeatedly detecting the movements of the family lair within a radius of dozens of kilometers through the mage's eye and other means.

"Yes, my lord, according to the mage's eye arranged by the family in advance, these intruders have already flown towards the northwest corner, and the entrance to the third floor closest to us is in this direction, it seems that these people are not lying, they really came here to practice, but Runidri looked away, thinking that they were easy to deal with, and as a result, this disaster was brought about. An assistant with strength at the level of a deputy lord bowed down and replied.

"Shut up!" Amptalo shouted, as if to vent his anger and depression in his heart, after he said this, he also felt that he seemed to be a little out of shape, so he adjusted his emotions a little, and continued: "Okay, no matter what happened, Rooney was once the deacon of the family after all, and now that everyone is dead, don't continue to accuse him." Speaking of which, this time the family has lost six lords, as well as many deputy lords and dukes, and the overall strength has lost one-third, it seems that the time for the family's re-emergence must be pushed back many years. ”

"However, the losses on our side are quite acceptable, so that after three or five hundred years, when we, the deputy lords, can break through the bottleneck and be promoted to the lord, most of the high-level combat power in the family will be your subordinates, who else would dare to disobey your orders at that time? Another assistant at the level of deputy lord stepped forward and said a few words of compliment.

"Okay, let's talk about these things later, go and fix all the damaged parts first, and then rearrange the illusions and defenses on the perimeter. Amptalo's face was hard to hide his excitement, but he kept his emotions under control very well, and after giving a few orders, he waved his hand and let the assistants leave the room. When the room was empty, Amptalo finally had no need to control anything, and he laughed, and the laughter echoed through the room repeatedly, indescribably hideous.

"The patriarch has entered the aging period, and now he must rely on dormancy and absorbing the blood of a large number of realm demonic beasts to maintain it, which is also the reason why I couldn't bear it just now, and I will never wake him up until I have to, if the patriarch fights the enemy again, he may not be able to condense the essence blood of the inheritance power. Amputalo's face showed a complicated expression of jealousy and envy, and he continued to say to himself: "That's a quasi-emperor-level blood inheritance power, if I can obtain it, maybe it won't be long before I can be promoted to the quasi-emperor level, and then who else will be my opponent besides those seven kings!" This is the true path for the Ashamai clan to regain its glory, and Runidri always hopes that the dying old guy will be rejuvenated, and even go so far as to use the blood of the realm demonic beast to nourish the patriarch's dry body, but unfortunately you don't want to think about it, if this kind of blood magic is effective, how can it be the turn of the current patriarch to sit in this position? That old guy is only at the quasi-emperor level, and any one of the first three generations of the blood clan is enough to kill him in seconds!"