The priestess was such an interesting fellow, bullying her became one of the demon's entertainment during the depressing days when the orc village was burned down. After being intimidated by the Red Dragon, the priestess Ida rushed to the orc village, rushed to the gray dwarf under the sight of the dark elves and orcs, and placed a hand on the gray dwarf. Ida then revived every wounded member of the orc village at an almost bizarre speed, including even the intruders, and the red dragon's flame breath left almost no trace on them, which actually caused a little trouble for the dark elf Nice and the orcs, and the awakened invaders all wanted to run away, and their memories were still stuck in the moment when the red dragon spewed furious flames at them. The Dark Elves and Orcs took a moment to stun and tie up the intruders again, and Ada seemed to be trying to revive them again, but stopped under Ness's glare.

"Corellon, Larysian, she was three times faster than the fastest cheetah. Ness later invoked the name of the elven god and swore an oath to the demons and goblins, and after there were no more wounded in the orc village that needed her healing, Ada did not hesitate to turn around and run back to the dungeon, where Ada, overly afraid of the red dragon, rushed into the hall and carefully closed the gate of the dungeon and tied herself back with a rope. The knots in the rope that bound her own were too tight for the Dark Elf to untie her when she returned to the dungeon, but Ida trembled uncontrollably every time Niss pulled out even a knife that could not be cut without cutting her. I had to leave her alone. That is, when the demon woke up, he scared Ida out with his fierce expression and angry voice. I had to finally untie the timid female pastor.

The orc village burned down, causing a sudden problem with the food supply in the dungeon. The young and vigorous orcs were busy rebuilding their huts to protect themselves from the wind and rain, and at the same time taking care of their women and children, and had little time to go out hunting each day, while the dark elves and goblins, as well as the awakened demons, went out to hunt every day, but the prey was always barely enough for people not to feel hungry from time to time. There is no need for such a priest in the dungeon, and the demon looks at the priest Ada from time to time, but Ada refuses to leave the dungeon even half a step. Whether it's the dark elves who persuade her to leave, or the demons who scold her and tell her to disappear. "If you leave without the dragon's permission, he'll eat me. Ada always shivered and pleaded with Ness, but she didn't dare to look at the dungeon master, because the demon had said outside the dungeon after his thirteenth failed attempt to get her rid of her: "Bastard, go back and tie that handicapped priest to the orc, I think they need to prepare some food for the winter." ”

In fact, what the demon said at the time was: "Why don't you want to go, who can afford such a priest who eats as much as an orc." Bastard! Turn around and tie the mentally handicapped priest to the orc. I think they'll need to stock up on some food for the winter, and when they go hunting, they'll take the idiot and throw it away somewhere close to the road, so that they can save her rations......"

Ida, who didn't know about this qiē, was still waiting for the red dragon's forgiveness. As a pastor, she was taught by her elders from a young age that she had to keep every promise. Otherwise, she will lose the guidance of her god Obai and her qualifications as pastor of Obai. She promised the Red Dragon in her heart that she would not leave until she had the Red Dragon's consent. Little did she know, however, that the voice of the red dragon would never reach her ears again.

"Ahh

The one who complains is the owner of the dungeon, the demon Amtils. The temperature had been dropping rapidly in the last few days, and the demon had no hesitation in deciding to light the fireplace in the dungeon to keep warm at any time, not as afraid of the cold as the fire-loving demon, but the dark elf Nice and the goblinset had no objection to the demon's decision, except for the man who went out to collect firewood for the fireplace.

"What, screaming so loudly. Am, you're a man, why are you embarrassed to let a little girl go outside to collect firewood while she hides here to bake the fire?" If it's me......"

"I will never stop you from going out to collect firewood, trust me. The demon interrupted the Dark Elf, who was shivering from the cold all the time as he gathered around his blanket. "Anyway, why don't you go again? As for me, I can't let the lord of the dungeon do this kind of work himself, it would be too embarrassing. ”

The Dark Elf looked up and thought for a moment, "I, uh...... I'll be 100 years old next summer, and it's time for these human kids to learn how to respect older people. ”

"But according to the growth rate of humans and elves, a hundred-year-old elf is equivalent to a sixteen-year-old human, right?" "As for me, I'm already an old man anyway, and I should enjoy you little children's waiting. ”

The gray dwarves are three hundred and twenty years old, and the ages of demons, dark elves, goblins, and the human priest Ada, and perhaps the archmage Aqiman, who doesn't know where he is now, all add up to less than three hundred years old. So the demon had to point the finger only to the goblins who were also hiding in the fur: "Then there is no way, that idiot priest's firewood picking efficiency is too low, Seth, go out and help her ......"

A distant voice that came directly into the demon's heart replaced the goblin's words in his reply: "Bastard, don't bully the little one! Hurry!" the voice was audible only to the demon. Caesar the Red Dragon has barely made any noise in the past few days, and the inhabitants of the city of Thor almost thought that the Red Dragon had gone out again, but what the Red Dragon said. It was not the demon's turn to resist, and the dungeon lord had no choice but to reluctantly stand up and walk to the door.

"Mr. Amtils, have you finally figured it out and are ready to go out and help Ada?" Goblinsette noticed that the demon was only halfway through his words and stopped, feeling a little strange, and cautiously poked his head out to look at the demon who was about to open the door. "I guess it's a demeanor, well, like what knightly demeanor humans say?"

"The wind, you stupid! The old dragon man up there told me to go out and blow the wind, and then ......" the demon pushed the door open. A cold wind mixed with snow swept into the dungeon, and the dark elves, gray dwarves, and goblins in the hall hurriedly retracted their heads into the fur pile. At this moment, a snowman erected outside the gate of the dungeon made the demon dumbfounded and speechless.

It was Ada, the human priestess of Obai, the god of nature. When the demon decided to let her go outside to collect firewood, the others agreed to let Ada put the fur that had been given to the demon outside, and her face was already blue, and the tears beside her eyes could not drip down her face. I saw a large pile of firewood beside Ada, maintaining a posture of knocking on the door, but her hands and feet were already frozen, and the demon suddenly remembered that every time Ada entered the dungeon hall, she would definitely knock on the door, and she would only come in when there was an echo inside, presumably Ada did the same today. It's just that in such a snowy weather, the people in the dungeon who were busy shivering didn't hear her knock at all. And the poor priestess waited for the people inside to open the door for her, until she was completely frozen.

"Ahh Why did Ada freeze outside the push-open door of his dungeon? "Well, you guys deal with her. I'm afraid that such a stupid believer is rare, and I don't think her god will let her become an ice sculpture like this. The demon sighed helplessly: "The wind and snow outside are much heavier than yesterday, you still don't come out, over there in the orc village, I'll go over and take a look when I go back." With that, the demon closed the gate and walked trembling through the wind and snow in the direction of the crater.

Half a day later, the demon jumped into the lava lake in the red dragon's lair and spread its wings behind him to ward off the cold that had invaded its body. However, this wind and cold can't help the dungeon master, and it is the red dragon Caesar who is worried.

The red dragon was curled up on a large stone slab high above the ground on the shore of the lava lake, motionless and seemingly lifeless, and the demon crawled out of the lava lake, reached out and grabbed one of the red dragon's whiskers and tugged at it: "What's the matter, old man dragon?

"Bastard, let go of your hand, or when I'm better, I'll have you to see." The dragon telepathically transmitted the voice into the demon's heart, and he himself did not even open his eyes.

The demon hurriedly let go of the red dragon's beard, but instead reached out to test the temperature on the red dragon's lips: "No, why haven't I heard that dragons can get sick?

"The body temperature of the red dragon has always been like this, and your body temperature is about the same if you are not afraid of fire. I'm not sick, I'm just tired, and two crossings of crystal walls and moving between planes have consumed almost all of my body. The red dragon's voice was weak: "It's not a big deal, but I have to take a good rest now, and I have to be busy next." I have some hunches about the future, but I have decided to accept fate, little devil, you listen to me, ...... in a few days"

How many times has he escaped death in recent times? Archmage Archmage

Akiman's description of the lich and his grey desert of necromancers may satisfy the drows. But he didn't have long to finish. The drow elves had already decided what would happen to him: to keep him alive and soak him in acid for three months. Feed him to the acidic purple worm while his flesh is still alive and his body is beginning to decay. The archmage suddenly remembered what the drow spirit Gether Dale had said about cutting off the bones on his body one by one, and that it would be relatively more comfortable to die in that way, and Aqiman was not sure. To the great joy of the archmage and the disappointment of the drow elves, the words of a male drow approaching the room, spoke in a hurried and fast drow language, and before Aqiman could hear what he was saying, he saw the male drow walk up to him and look at him: "Hello, Mr. Mage, please come with me." ”

Sir, not slave? Aqiman couldn't get used to the change of title for a moment. But he didn't hesitate to follow the female Drow into the small door to the left behind the statue of Lorse, where Meta and Geser were staring at him through gritted teeth.

"Vona, the mistress of House Dal, apologizes for her daughters' actions towards you, we don't know if you are the darling of Lady Ralse, but Lady Ralse did send a maid to convey her will: not to hurt you. A lanky female drow was waiting for Archmage Archmage Akiman in a small room, with only a faint oil lamp, but enough for Archman to see the man in front of him.

The heart-shaped face of this female drow elf looked quite lovely, and her daughters must have inherited her face, but if she could only use the adjective beauty as one of them, Aqiman would not hesitate to choose the head of the family, but in the blink of an eye, the eyes of this master mother made the archmage retract this idea, and the eyes of the master mother of Vona were slender, the corners of the eyes seemed to stretch all the way to the sideburns, and what was even more terrifying was the stark contrast between her eyes and the words that came out of her mouth. Aqiman didn't feel the slightest apology, but saw a kind of hatred in the mistress's eyes. Aqiman couldn't help but shudder, and then a smile appeared on the face of the Vona housemother: "I think." I do hate any race other than drow, not even a single drow, but I will never hurt you, because that is the will of Goddess Rolles. This makes it a big problem what to do with you, and if I let it go, my daughters will not hesitate to tear you to pieces, and then put you back together and continue to torture, I have heard that you have not only directly hurt one of my daughters, Gether, but also verbally assaulted my eldest daughter, Meta, and perhaps before I have received further instructions from the goddess Rawls, I should find someone to take care of you, and I think my youngest but strongest daughter, Rupha, would be a good candidate. ”

Then, after a while, the archmage was already lying on a bed, still wearing only a cloak on his body, and the original owner of the cloak was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him.

"From time to time, some human beings, or other races, who have invaded our territory, have been protected by Lady Rales after offering sacrifices that are sufficient to maintain the goodwill of Lady Ralth for a while. But it was the first time that the daughter of a mistress had come and take care of this person. Rufa looked at the archmage with interest: "I think what you just said and what you know about that Yongdao should not alarm Goddess Rolles, can you tell me what is so special about you, Xiong...... Uh, mage?"

"No, I can't think of even the slightest relationship I ever had with your venerable Goddess Ralles. I'm interested in whether or not you've done anything about that road, ma'am. Aqiman found that the wounds on his body had been coated with some unknown ointment, but the severe pain in his body made it impossible for him to stand up, and when he barely managed to meet the mother of Vonna, Aqiman finally fainted.

"My two sisters have gone to the corridor on Mehta's orders, and I'm sure they'll be back soon. Rufa held the archmage's head and examined the wounds on his forehead, most of which were from Geser Dale's hands: "Our ointments for wounds have always been effective, for all races, and the only drawback is that there are no painkillers, which I don't think you will mind." ”

The ointment of the Drow elves was indeed as effective as Rufa had claimed, and within a week the archmage had been able to leave the bed and barely stand up on his own, and during the time the archmage was bedridden, Rufa would visit him from time to time and tell him many things about the underworld.

The Archmage is now in a town that, according to Rufa, has only three Drow elven families, and the name of this town is Phoe. Thorzedon is the name of the region in which the Drow elves call themselves, and a little north of the city of Foe is a large drow city called Duran, the capital of the region of Thorzedon, which is separated from the rest of the underworld by several underground mountains.

Eighteen drow elf families live in Duran City, and the Vona Mother has always wanted her Dalle family to join them, and if the Darle family wants to move to the more prosperous and habitable city of Duran, there is only one condition to complete: completely eliminate one of the families in Duran City. In the Sozedon region, in addition to the eighteen families in Duran City, the Daller family is the most powerful and highest-ranked of all the drow elf families, and as long as one of the families in Duran City disappears, the Daller family can officially move into Duran City as the eighteenth family.

Such a goal is not out of reach, Rufa once happily mentioned to the archmage that at least three or five of the eighteen families in Duran City have lost the favor of the goddess Ralse, or that the world of the drow elves in Sozedon will soon have some drastic changes; A slave breaks into the Archmage's room and informs Rufa that the Mother of Vona is holding a family meeting.

Then Rufa came back to tell Archmage Sù a piece of news that shocked the entire city of Fue: the drow elf scout that the archmage had met in the corridor earlier, and the two sisters that Rufa had gone to investigate, had returned, but they had all become zombies at the behest of the lich, followed by a large number of skeletons, ghouls, dark knights, and evil spirits. The army of the Lich Gyeth has officially launched an assault on the underworld of the Dark Elves.

The undead army of the Lich Guiz poured out of the corridors, less than half a day from the city of Foe, and more than half a day from Duran, the capital of the region. Duran City is the epicenter of the region, in other words, the army of the Lich Ghoys has threatened all the drow elves in the entire Thorzedon region, and perhaps any creatures that need to breathe. This is what the archmage Archmage Akiman heard from the mouth of the drow elf Rufa.

Too careless. It is said that Vona, the matriarch of House Dale, openly admitted to her daughters that she had ignored the information about the necromantic creatures that the archmage had said, and that she had no idea of the necromantic army, believing that Gyes would make the continent of Vista their first target, forgetting that the underground was a more suitable world for the necromancers to conquer. There is no sunlight underground.

The three Drow elven families living in Foe had already sent messengers for help from the other families in Duran, and each had gathered its own warriors and priests to prepare to resist the invasion of the necromantic army, and Gyis did not seem to be in a hurry, lingering near the exit of the tunnel for three days before sounding the trumpet of the attack. (To be continued......)