In the underworld, there is also prosperity in the underworld.

Archmage Aqiman has been lamenting this lately. He had thought that in a place where the sun would never be seen, there would only be desolation, but Duran City had completely changed the Archmage's mind. Even compared to Onyx City, the largest city on the ground and the capital of the Holy Asserr Empire, Duran City is not inferior.

Duran City is a hexagonal town with eighteen drow elven families scattered throughout the city, but these eighteen families do not include all drows, and there are many exiled, declining or even reviving families hiding in the streets of Duran City, such as the Dallor family.

It's not just the drow elves who roam the streets of Turan City. A variety of underground-dwelling races can appear on the streets of Duran City, and even some brave terrestrial races may come to this place, such as humans. I don't know if the sage said that the temptation of money is worth the greatest courage, and the human merchants are the perfect embodiment of this saying, and if a merchant with good brains, money, and luck can make a trip to the city of Duran and see the sun again safely, he will have no less wealth than any king or lord on the continent of Vesta. The most precious herbs, the most dazzling gems, and the rarest antiquities all come from underground, and a drunken dark dwarf tells Archmage Aqiman that somewhere near Duran City produces the best dwarven spirits in the world and can craft the best weapons and equipment in the world. The only ones who could not appear in Duran were elves, whether it was wood elves, mountain elves, gray elves, or even dark elves in Duran City, they would be greeted only by swords and blood.

The lights are always on in the city of Duran. The vast majority of races living underground will not be obstructed by darkness. But there were many other races that could not see in the dark, so countless lights jumped up and down the streets day and night, emitting orange lights everywhere. The owners of Duran City, the drow elves themselves, didn't like the lights. But so that their slaves could tell which one was his master. The drow elves tolerated this qiē, and the gems would shine brighter in the light than in the dark, and the creatures of the underworld mostly loved gems because they were the gift of the earth closest to them and often within reach.

It's been three days since Archmage Aqiman arrived in Duran City.

In the old days, when members of the Dalle family came to Duran City, they would always be greeted by some other families on the surface, and politely greeted, because the nineteenth-ranked Dalle family could enter Duran City at any time, but now that the city of Foe has fallen into the hands of the Lich Guiys, and the Dallor family has lost most of their combat power, the Vona housemother can only sneak to a small farm outside Duran City with her family members. Here, an unknown and unqualified Drow family lives off the underground plants they grow. Their family was so weak that hardly any of them could use their brains, and the Dale, who now nominally occupied the position of the Nineteenth House, needed a temporary base of their own, so Geser Dale, who had escaped death in battle with the Necromantic army, she was now the eldest daughter of the Dale, and Rufa Dale stormed the farm under the leadership of Mistress Vona.

After the fall of more than half of the members of this small, unknown family, the rest of the family were unanimous: they were surrendered to the Dale. After settling her family members and turning all the corpses around her into soul-bound corpses, Lord Vona's mother made a trip to Duran City and brought back a lot of bad news.

Mistress Vona did not specifically accommodate the archmage and use lingua franca to speak, but after several days of getting along with Rufa, Aqiman, who originally had a little foundation, could basically understand the drow language, which is similar to the status of the elves on the ground, and the drow language is considered the most beautiful language underground, which may further illustrate the close relationship between the drow elves and the ground elves.

The news brought back by the Vona's mother includes: There are no living creatures in Foe City, including hundreds of reinforcements sent by the eighteen drow elf families in Duran City, all of which have been subordinated by the lich Giusner; the necromantic forces of Giuss have begun to march towards the largest city in this region, which is where the Dalle family is currently located, Duran City, they are marching slowly, but it is estimated that skeletons and zombies will be seen outside Duran City in the next day or two; Resist the invasion of the Necromantic army together. It's just that the heads of the families are still in dispute over how to allocate troops and provide resources. The last piece of news, and the last thing that Mistress Vona's mother was willing to say, was that more than half of the families in Duran City were willing to accept Mistress Vona, her children, and her people. The condition is to submit to their family and let the Dale family disappear forever. This kind of news made every member of the Dalle family indignant, but they all had to admit that this was in line with the laws of the underground world: the strong survived, and the weak perished. And the Dale family, which has lost its own territory and most of its elite troops, no longer has the qualifications to call itself a strong man.

The invasion of the necromantic army has also spread to Duran City, and the archmage left the farm temporarily occupied by the Dale family under the pretext of collecting magical herbs, and walked directly into Duran City, and he found that everyone in the streets and alleys was talking about the news.

"If we leave here tomorrow, if even the Dalle family, who are ranked nineteenth, are powerless to resist, Duran City may be in danger. "It was a tall minotaur who had been talking for a long time, and the archmage had heard his deep voice before he even entered the inn.

A gnome dressed as a bartender disagrees with the Minotaur: "Not necessarily, don't forget that the Daller family has been working hard for hundreds of years and has not been able to establish a foothold in Duran City. ”

"The problem is, the other party is a necromantic creature. The warriors who fell in their hands would stand up and shoot at their former companions when they turned around, and the Eighteen Families of Duran City could really stop them?" the minotaur shook his head as he spoke, and suddenly his bullhead left his neck and fell to the ground, and a very ugly-looking drow elf stood behind him, gently slamming the scimitar into the scabbard at his waist. "Do you think this kind of knife technique can stop those brainless skeletons and zombies? Stupid?" the drow kicked the minotaur in the corner. Spit on it.

Several dwarfs who were dirty from top to bottom rushed out. Dragging the beheadless minotaur into what looked like a kitchen, Aqiman looked at the plate of steaks that had just been delivered to him, and suddenly felt like vomiting, so he dropped a handful of copper coins and turned and ran back to the small farmstead that had become the Daller family.

The archmage didn't expect that Mistress Vona was waiting for him. "You're back just in time, I'm going to talk to you, please come in with me. Mistress Vouna stood up and looked at her four remaining daughters sitting next to her: "I believe that you can all be careful to keep the will of Goddess Rolles a secret, and if anyone does not have this faith, it is best to pull out his tongue first." ”

Three days later. Archmage Archmage Archmage met once again the drow elf who had killed the minotaur in the tavern, who was blindly walking around, looking for anything to attack, and the archmage walked past him lightly, but he did not respond. He could see only living people in his eyes and smell life in his nose, something he no longer had, he had been infected by ghouls and turned into a zombie who only knew how to attack other creatures.

Archman sighed and turned back to the zombie, and after making sure again that the zombie could not see or smell himself, the archmage placed a hand not far from the zombie's vest, and a shockwave was released from the archmage's hand, and then struck the zombie, a blow that left the zombie from now on, never to get up again.

The archmage lowered his head to examine the black amulet that hung from his belt, then walked through the middle of the two teams of skeletons and walked on.

This is a dark amulet, as long as you wear this amulet, a dark aura will cover the wearer's original life breath, as long as it is combined with the archmage Aqiman's own invisibility technique, he can cross the street safely. No necromantic creature can detect him unless they can see through his stealth spells.

"I sincerely hope that our transaction will go smoothly. When Mistress Vona handed the spider-shaped talisman to the Archmage, she said, "The end result will be good for you and for us in the Dalla family. Goddess Rolls will bless you. ”

It's a really good deal. There is a lot to be gained on both sides, and only I need to take such a risk. Aqiman thought as he cautiously climbed over a wooden railing in front of him. Inside and outside the wooden bars, there were drow elves, or warriors of other races, fighting to the death against the necromancy, "None of them will find out about my existence, as long as I don't stupidly step on these traps on the grass." Aqiman surveyed the grass in front of him, then walked around the trap area and continued on his way.

"It's a good idea to build a trade route with the dark elves and then trade for a long time, but when will it really come to fruition?" "Akiman began to approach a three-story building, made of the most common stone underground, with no special ornamentation or signage other than the huge family crest hanging above the doorway. This family crest, Aqiman once saw on the drow elves who killed the minotaurs, and Rufa once told him that this pattern made of a long thorn circle belonged to the first family in Duran City, the Kuiwen family.

The most powerful of the eighteen drow elves in Duran City, the Quivin family is the only one left who still insists on resisting. Of the remaining seventeen families, four had been completely wiped out on the day of the invasion of Guiys's necromantic army, three were completely incapacitated, and the next day seven were completely destroyed, and the other two, and the three families that had barely avoided destruction on the first day, all packed up their belongings and abandoned their territories and left their cities like the Darles who had fled from the city of Foe that day. So when the third day came, only the Quiven family was left fighting against the necromantic army.

"Alas, I can't imagine that the drow elves will also fight to the death for their homeland. Carefully avoiding the two Drow guards standing in front of the building, nervously watching the battle situation in front of him, he approached the building, and the dark amulet on Aqiman's body, which was given by the spider goddess Rolles, not only concealed his breath of life, but also helped him resist the magical prying eyes of any priest who believed in the goddess Rolles, so that even the drow elves in the building could not detect the archmage's existence. The archmage coldly looked into the room in front of him. The wounded drows, like any other race. The Drow elves don't want to lose their homes. Because of this, countless drow elves have fallen under the attack of the necromantic army and become necrons to rise again.

Aqiman turned a corner, and there was a pit that stretched into the ground, and there were no stairs, and the archmage cast a feather fall spell on himself and jumped into the pit. He made a deal with Vona, the mistress of House Dale, on the condition that the archmage must do something for the spider goddess Ralth in order to repay the spider goddess for her protection, and while in the city of Foe, the archmage was saved by a will. "That's fine, it's a nuisance to owe anyone. Especially when the other party is actually a god. The archmage felt his feet fall to the ground, and the pit was pitch black, and it seemed that even the slaves of their family were not qualified to enter the pit except for the drow elves of the Quivin family.

The Archmage then pulled out from his pocket a lens that appeared to be made of black sparkle, a personal gift from Vonna, the mother of the House of Dale, who could see through him, Archmage Aqiman, to see things in the darkness clearly. At this time, Aqiman clearly saw a long corridor in front of him, and he walked along the long corridor.

"What will happen next according to the Spider Goddess's plan?" Akiman thought to himself, what he was currently helping with was only the first step in Lady Ralles' plan to send to the Dallet family. But for now, there was no need to think about this, and a large, empty room appeared in front of the archmage.

in the room. A slender drow elf knelt before a statue of the goddess Rolles, which was identical in posture and dress to the one that Aqiman had seen in the hall of the Dalla family that day, except for the goddess's eyes. The eyes of this idol in the Quivin family were identical to those of the Drow elves, a vivid red that bordered on blindness.

This is where Archmage Aqiman is looking for. The drow elf, kneeling in front of the idol, seemed to hear something, and suddenly stood up and looked at the door of the room with a frightened face. "It's useless, even if you can see through my invisibility, the goddess Rales you believe in will cover your eyes. Despite this, Akiman cautiously moved a step or two to the side: "Don't you understand? You and your family have lost the favor of the goddess Ralse. You have been abandoned, no, the goddess Rolls even wants to destroy you and your family herself. Aqiman ducked to the side, silently speaking to the female Drow who had fallen back to her knees before the statue of the goddess.

A sharp sound of horses' hooves came from the corridor outside the door, and the sound of drow elves fighting undead creatures outside had begun to fade out, and the female drow turned her head to see the figure on a skeletal horse that appeared in the doorway at the same time as the archmage.

"Praise Rolls, every victory comes from her!" the female drow shouted, raising her hands as if to cast some spell.

"It's a futile operation. The archmage had clearly seen the look of despair in her eyes, and said it silently in his heart.

The goddess Ralth did not give the female drow any response, she had to raise her hands and watch helplessly as the knight on the skeletal horse sank the spear into her chest, and the knight shook the spear in her hand, and the female drow's body involuntarily fell towards the statue of Ralles. The statue shattered, and one of the sharp stone shards sliced the female Drow's throat, causing her to stop breathing.

"I wonder if this can be counted as the mercy of the Spider Goddess?" thought Akiman, his eyes widening as he searched the ground and the fragments of the statue of the goddess on the female Drow, two bits of red light flickering in the hands of the female Drow, and the archmage smiled with satisfaction, and without hesitation he walked in the direction of the red light.

On the mountain road, which is covered by the wind and snow, a few dark shadows are slowly moving forward. It was now nearly midnight, and Dark Elf Ness had finally realized one of the biggest drawbacks in finding these mules to carry and transport: they were walking too slowly. However, without them, I am afraid that it will be more difficult to do, after all, Ness's mission to buy food in the city of Thor this time is going quite smoothly, and without these mules, Ness would not have been able to bring back so much food without her own strength. Ness looked ahead: not far ahead, on the snow-covered hillside, the dark doorway was the dungeon that Ness was about to return to.

Ness happily calculates the harvest of the trip: a large amount of wheat, barley, and jerky suitable for storage, which will help the inhabitants of the dungeon and orc villages survive the winter, and one of the mules carries two huge water bags on its back, which contain the best wine Ness can buy in Thor, and both gray dwarves and orcs love these cups, even the dungeon lord, Demon Amtils and Ness themselves are not averse to having a few drinks once in a while, Ness's own bag has a small lyre, and the goblins often pestered Ness after hearing that Ness is good at playing this beloved instrument, wanting to learn how to play it, and the package also contains a set of supplies for priests to perform sacrifices and decorate the altar, "It seems that Ida is not going to leave for a while......" The dark elf muttered to himself. Finally, there are a few books, including "A Travel Guide to the Underworld", "Introduction to the Drow Language", "A Step-by-Step Guide to Dispel Necromancy", and "The History of the Elves and the Origin of the Drow Elves", all of which the demon named Ness to go to the city to find them, but for the last book, Ness has her own opinion, and the history of the elven race told by her, or any of the elves on the ground, will be completely different from what is written in the book, and even the drow elves may not agree with the contents of the book. (To be continued......)