"Don't! I, my meat doesn't taste very good, and my meat is not tender enough!Lena the Merciful!Diess the Almighty!Murat the Eternal!Glorious Sumer!Anyone, please help me!" The priestess Ada shook her head like crazy, and the Dark Elf and Goblin glanced at each other in front of Ada's long maroon hair, a look of helplessness in their eyes.

"Alright, we don't have any plans to hurt you yet. I'm guessing you're a priest, and what god do you serve, and you called all the names of the four gods in one sentence?" Ness lowered her head, speaking as softly as she could.

Hearing that she would not be hurt for the time being, Ida seemed to regain a little consciousness: "I, I am following Obai, who is in charge of nature. It's over, I don't know if what I just said offended him. Ida refers to the fact that she was in a hurry to call the names of four gods in a row, but forgot the gods she followed. "Great Obai, save your devout believers: Ada, Nigoth!" Ida hurriedly added.

"Is Obai, the god of nature, a great god. Ness couldn't think of what to say for a moment, so she had to say something casually, the many gods were almost meaningless to Ness, who was a dark elf, and she only had some respect for the god that the halflings worshipped: Samia, partly because of the influence of her mentor, Edgar the Halfling, and partly because Samia's teachings could almost be summed up in two words: freedom. "What do you think we should do with you, this trespasser, priest of Obai?"

"Dispose, dispose of? maybe. You can let me go home. My 60-year-old father is still waiting for me at home. Ida finally mustered up the courage to let go of the hand covering her eyes. She noticed that the dark elf in front of her was not only not the hideous face she had imagined, but also quite beautiful, but then she saw the goblinside's face again, which reminded her of what the dark elf had said before: "There are no plans to hurt you yet." For a moment, the word sparked Ada's nerves, and she shouted again, "Don't you, even if you fatten me, it won't necessarily be better...... No, I don't eat good whether I am fat or not, and my eighty-year-old father can testify for me!"

"Oh, yes? By the way, I want to ask. Ada, how old is your father, sixty, or eighty?" Ness felt that if it weren't for Ada, she would probably have laughed out loud.

Ida also noticed a flaw in her words, and she ignored Seth's face for a moment, and instead considered how to answer the dark elf's words: "This, sixty or eighty years old...... By the way, seventy, it must be seventy, believe me, my ninety-year-old father can testify!"

Goblinsette has lost his ability to control himself. Holding his stomach and rolling on the ground with a wild laugh, the dark elf barely held back a laugh, pulled out a long dagger from his side and threw it on the table in the dungeon: "Please, can you use your brain before you speak? Ness wandered her gaze over Ada, as if contemplating a cut from that part of the priestess's body.

Ida was immediately frightened, and the teeth in her mouth couldn't help but collide with each other, and the goblin, who finally managed to control her smile, got up and took a step forward, trying to soothe her a little, but she simply began to tremble. Seeing this, Ness couldn't bear to continue to scare her: "You stupid priest have made it clear to me, as far as I know, there is no one here who has eaten human flesh, and if the owner of the cave you broke into, the red dragon, is here, I can't say." But the Red Dragon isn't here right now, so you don't have to keep clinging to the stupid idea of who will eat you. ”

"Really?" Ida finally calmed down a bit, glaring at Ness, with her big eyes, "You're not going to eat me?"

"Annabelle's story?" Ness frowned, trying to find a word about the term in her memory, "Is that a fairy tale, okay? How old are you to take these fairy tales seriously?"

"Eighteen years old. Ada's answer was clear and crisp.

The answer was a bit unbelievable, though, and Ness looked Ada up and down again with a suspicious look, but couldn't find a trace of lying on her face: "Okay, eighteen...... And what about your father? How old is he? Don't do any more math and give me a completely impossible number. ”

"I, Father, I don't know......" Ada's voice grew quieter. "I don't have a father. The nun said that my father died when I was very young...... "and at the end there was a burst of sobbing.

"Well, that's a topic for now. Why did you follow those people into our dungeon?for fortune or fame?Could it be that one of those hapless intruders is your lover?"

Ada's face still had tears on it, but a flush had already emerged: "Cai, there is nothing." They say that there is a group of monsters that live here and there all day long, and if we can destroy the monsters here, not only will we be able to please Obai, but Prince Sal will receive us personally. ”

"Prince Thrall?" Ness was about to continue when an orc burst into the dungeon, and the goblins recognized him as a young man from the orc tribe: Sharpedge. As soon as Sharp Blade entered, he kept yelling at the goblins, and although the dark elf Ness couldn't understand his orc language, she could also hear the anxious meaning in his words. At this time, the goblin turned to face the dark elf, and a nervous expression appeared on his face: "Oh no, a large number of humans have broken into the orc village, and Mr. Morgan has been seriously injured!"

Gyeth the Lich is furious in his room. The red dragon that had crossed the crystal walls between the planes wreaked havoc in front of the Lich's altar: a large number of low-level necromantic creatures such as skeletons and zombies were shattered in the chaos, and the Archmage escaped from the Lich's control. What's even more troublesome is that the bone vine in the gray ball of light has actually been damaged, thinking of this, Gyis can no longer suppress his feelings, and waved his hand. A chain of lightning bolts repeatedly jumped through the skeleton crowd. Each blow sparked a dazzling silver spark.

The archmage who was supposed to be a sacrifice to the bone vine, Aqiman, actually escaped. Gyeth didn't expect that Akiman, who had no staff in his hand and no magic books or spellcasting herbs on his body, would be able to cast magic, and that the one who blew up two skeletons and burned the Dark Knight Salas and his skeleton horse was undoubtedly a powerful fireball technique. Presumably, Aqiman took advantage of the opportunity to escape. Where the archmage disappeared, a large group of zombies searched for a tunnel that, like the rest of the tunnels in this world, must lead to somewhere above ground or underground. A team of skeletons has been ordered to search the tunnel, and Gyeys is confident that the skeletons will soon bring back the results.

The large stone door to the lich's room slid silently aside, and the dark knight Salas, dressed in all-black armor, appeared outside the door, and according to the lich's estimation of the power of the fireball spell that shattered the skeleton, if it were replaced by other dark knights, it might end up like the two skeletons, but Salas managed to avoid the fireball spell. This made Gyes quite satisfied with his abilities, "What's the matter, Salas? Maybe our skeleton team has brought back news of your friend from the corridors?"

Salas stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "Yes, the skeleton squad has returned, and has also captured a captive, my master. ”

"That's good news, I don't think your friend will have a chance to escape this time, and there won't be that dragon to save him, will it?"

"No, the skeletons didn't catch the necromancer Akiman. Salas knelt on the ground, her whole body still: "The skeleton team has lost more than half as a price. It was an elf who was caught. Salas looked up at his master and added, "This elf has black skin and silver-white hair. I think he's a dark elf, my master. ”

"Dark Elves?" the two small fireballs in Giuss's eyes jumped violently, and Salas read a lot of interest from them, "This is an important discovery. Salas, you may be able to get more information from the dark elf about where he lives, and don't forget to send more skeletons to seek out the necromancer. ”

As Salas had left the lich's room, Gyez turned around, pulled a book from the bookcase, and began to read it, a book about the dark elves.

Dark Elves, also known as Drow Elves or Drows. If you ignore the huge difference in skin color and hair color, the appearance of the Drow Elves is actually no different from the other elves on the continent, and the black skin and silver-white hair of the Drow Elves may have been the result of a long underground life?

This is also a mystery about the origin of the Drow Elves. Legend has it that the earliest drow elves were actually exiled by other elves on the continent, and some people say that the drow elves were actually blackened by the evil in their hearts, so they had no choice but to hide in the underground world. Regardless, in the underworld, which is almost larger than the land area, the drow elves are the masters. One thing is for sure, the Drow elves must have a very close kinship with the elves on the ground, and the rhythm and flavor of Drow's unique language are almost exactly the same as those of the elves, but the Drow language does not have the elegant, euphemistic flavor of the elves at all, and the refreshing and direct characteristics of the Drow language are the characteristics of the Drow language.

Drow elves are powerful. The drow elves worship the spider goddess Rolls, the drow elves make a deal with demons, and the valiant warriors of the drow elves are transformed into soulbound corpses to continue fighting until their bodies are completely destroyed, and there is only one word revered in the society of the drow elves: strength. The spider goddess Rolls will bestow glory and wealth on the strong she loves, and shame and death on the weak she despises.

At the same time, the drow elves are wealthy. There are many races that live in close contact with the surface underground, and the drow elves often use various means to loot from these races, or collect huge taxes, or intercept the convoys of these races, or even directly destroy the cities of these races, and bring home the wealth of these races. Countless precious metals and jewels are piled up in the city of the Drow elves, left unattended because they are of no use to the Drows, who attack other races. Just for one reason: to prove that you are better than everyone else.

Drow elves are strong, flexible, and almost everyone has the potential for magic. They are formidable opponents for any creature, and drow elves are not known for their blind powers. In addition, the sun, or other bright light, is the Drow Elf's greatest weakness, and when the Drow Elf, accustomed to the darkness underground, suddenly faces the light, it is like an ordinary person suddenly entering a completely dark room, showing signs of blindness.

With a satisfied smile, Gyeth closed his book and began to meditate with his eyes closed, until the Dark Knight Salas entered his room again.

"The drow has told you what he knows, my master. Salas knelt on the ground.

Ghiys opened his eyes, "Really, did the necromancer appear in any of the things he knew?"

"No, that drow elf hasn't seen a necromancer. Therefore, the subordinates guessed that the necromancer did not enter the corridor. "Of course, Aqiman was in that corridor, and the Dark Knight Salas himself kicked him in, but Salas didn't want the Lich to continue to send troops to search the corridor.

"Oh, forget it, we have more important things to prepare than we have to hunt down that necromancer. The lich's tone was rather calm: "Now, Salas, tell me everything you have received from the mouth of that drow elf." ”

Archmage Archmage Akiman considered himself lucky, and after the dark elf in the corridor was captured by the skeletons, Archmage Akiman groped around where they both encountered, and the biggest catch was a bag of dry food and hydration bags, sleeping bags, and other miscellaneous items, which had no intelligence to search for and take away enemy items. So the archmage didn't need to worry about his stomach for the time being. In addition, the archmage touched several thigh bones, presumably left behind by the skeleton that had been knocked down by the drow elf. The Archmage found a torn cloak by knocking open the phosphorescent light emitted by these thigh bones, and this discovery helped the Archmage get out of the upper body ** predicament.

The next question is how to get out of this corridor. Although the phosphorescent light of the bone crack was slightly illuminated for the time being, the archmage could not see the exit of the tunnel, and at the same time, Aqiman had already determined that the end of this corridor would definitely not be the warm underground city of Thor, and Aqiman really couldn't believe that there would be a drow spirit walking into such a tunnel from the ground, so the end of this corridor would only be one place: the underground world.

Aqiman knows more about the Underworld and the Drow than any other mage, as many of the necromancers inhabit the Underworld, and because the Drow has a skill that would make any necromancer want to die: the creation of soulbinders. Any strong warrior's corpse falls into the hands of a drow elf, and they are able to use some mysterious ritual to recall the corpse's soul and bind it to his own corpse, and the soulbinder has no senses, but is far more agile than a normal zombie, and his weapons skills are still available. If a priest or other caster uses a spell to drive away the souls from the soulbinders, the soulbinders will immediately turn into ordinary zombies and continue to attack, and if the soulbinders' shells are destroyed, the remaining souls will be transformed into evil spirits, and the first target of the evil spirits will be the drow spirits who bind them, and of course they will not spare the person who destroys their bodies.

But the archmage had no expectations of going to the realm of the drow elves. The Drow Elven Society is a society where the strong survive, and the result of going there for Aqiman, who can barely cast any spells at hand, can be imagined to be tragic, but Aqiman has no choice at the moment. "It's better to deal with the Drow than to deal with the lich. That's how Aqiman comforted himself, trying to remember all the knowledge he had about the dark elves in his heart as he walked slowly.

This passage is much shorter than the one that Akiman takes from the dungeon to the world of the Lich, and Akiman secretly calculates that he has reached the exit of the corridor after walking for less than two days. Unsurprisingly, it was pitch black outside, but the moss that grew on the steps of the exit was the first green thing Aqiman had seen in those days, and Aqiman almost knelt down on the spot to thank the gods for letting him leave the colorless world. Akiman's gratitude to the gods lasted only a short time, and then turned into a vicious curse, but his curse was forced to remain in his mouth: several bundles of gray-white spider silk flew from nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, he was firmly bound to him, and a gray-green head appeared in front of him, opening its mouth and biting down on his neck. Archman squirmed reluctantly, avoiding the other man's sharp teeth, and at the same time saw the other's face, a sharpened female face, a pair of pointed ears confirming her elf identity, and then her spider-like lower body was tipped out again.

Arachnids. This kind of creature that is both an elf who is good at magic and a mutant spider who is athletic hates other creatures, and Aqiman is a little glad that he is not an elf, and when the arachnid elf faces other elves, he will not think of biting the other elves' necks, and it is the habit of arachnified elves to kill other elves and then ravage each other's corpses.

However, at this moment, the arachnid elf's bite failed to give Aqiman a chance to escape, and the ring with two fireball spells stored was being worn on the archmage's hand; Aqiman's mouth quickly opened and closed, and a spell to protect against fire damage, and a spell to activate the fireball spell on the ring were read out in turn, and the arachnoid elf understood the archmage's intentions, and quickly turned his head to try to bite off the spider silk that trapped him and the archmage, but it was too late. With a bang, the spider silk tied to Aqiman's body was exploded, and at the same time, the green blood of the arachnid elf was also flying all over the sky, and her upper body flew into a pile of bushes on the side, and the lower half of her body insisted on taking two steps towards the bloody archmage on half of her body, and then fell to the ground weakly.

Although Aqiman felt a little dizzy from the impact of the fireball explosion, he did not hesitate to rush towards the bushes where the upper body of the arachnoid elf had fallen, most of whom knew how to use some kind of Cheng dù magic, and even the upper body alone would pose a considerable threat to Aqiman. However, the arachnid who had been blown in half by the fireball technique had obviously had any ability to fight back, and when Aqiman carefully pushed away the bushes, he saw a large number of dark red creatures disperse from the upper body of the arachnoid elf, leaving only the green and white upper body skeleton of the arachnid elf.

There was a shudder from Aqiman's body, he didn't recognize these creatures that had eaten the flesh and blood of the arachnoid elves in an instant, but he knew that once these creatures surrounded him, he would have no chance of escaping, and the archmage quickly turned and ran away, looking back at the bushes from a distance, but no crimson creature of the kind chased them out.

"Don't be afraid, male human. That's a poisonous rat, and if you don't have toxins in your blood, they don't bother to bite through your humble rotten skin. A soft-as-cotton voice rang out behind Aqiman, but there was a tone of obvious contempt in his words.

Aqimanhuo turned around, only to see three figures in pitch black standing behind him. The skin of the three figures is black, but the color of the hair is slightly different, the first woman has a dazzling silver-white hair, and the other two have gray hair, even looking a little yellow. Aqiman settled down to observe the people in front of him, only to find that their ears were pointed, and the female drow elf led by them had plump cheeks and a toned body, and a pair of bright red eyes that shone in the dark, while the other two drow elves looked sluggish, with high raised cheekbones and dull red eyes, indicating that these two were not living drow elves, they were soulbound corpses controlled by the female drow elves. (To be continued......)