Whether it is the construction technology used or the overall layout, it can be called ingenious, from bottom to top, it is divided into five layers, presenting three-dimensional and entangled.

Some places are separated, and some places are intersected.

A large number of crystal arch bridges are used in it, which integrates the living rock towers with the mountain, and those live rock towers have two upper and lower entrance gates, which is extremely convenient.

Of course, this is for those who don't have flying mounts.

For Gavin, the most convenient thing is to use Rena to parachute.

The premise is that the Mystery of Noel's Lock, as it is now, is in a state of collapse or shutdown.

Normally, those big cities are no-flying, and those with a lost lock will directly add the ban to the lost lock, and those without a lost lock usually have air traffic control.

The festering mice was infused by the unbridled power of the root of the gods, and after it burst violently, Misnoel bore the brunt of it, not to mention that those living tree buildings, all kinds of plants inside were soaked in corrupt power, and even those living rock buildings were soaked in gray and black.

If you want to restart the city, you must at least completely rid it of the corrupting forces.

"Huh? So soon there are intelligent beings to take action here? Gavin exclaimed.

Mise Noel is not an empty city now, but there is a battle for the city going on.

Neither of them belonged to the ordinary race, on the one hand, they had ebony skin, deep violet eyes, and long silver hair, and they were scantily clad and short, sensitive, and the darkness followed them everywhere they passed.

On the other side are tall races with an average height of more than two meters, they have rock-like skin, dotted with different shades of markings, and their necks, shoulders, and arms are scattered with protruding bones similar to the size of a coin, and their clothes are also biased towards exposure, exposing large sections of unique skin, especially those with markings, and the weapons they hold in their hands, whether they are axes, greatswords, or longbows, are all large, and they look quite intimidating.

This group of half-giants has unimaginable agility, running like flying and walking on the ground in the complex terrain of Misty Snow.

This is a group of Goliaths, a race of half-giants, not a small number in Faeron, but not a common race, because they belong to the alpine race, and their favorite habitat is the high mountains, and they like to migrate from one peak to another.

You can see a single Goliath on the plains, but you will never see an entire tribe of Goliaths, unless they are on their way to another mountain, and convincing a Goliath to give up living in the mountains is as difficult as convincing a dwarf to leave the mine and an elf out of the forest.

The mountains forged the particularity of the Goliaths, and when the mountains were abandoned, were the Goliaths still Goliaths?

Both the drow elves and the Goliaths have one thing in common: they bear festering marks of varying degrees - and they are undoubtedly victims of Moandor's pets.

The same circumstance did not unite them, but was fraught with deadly rivalry.

The two are heading in the same direction, the tallest building in Misneville.

It is a crystal minaret located at the top of the mountain range where the city is located and the heart of the city.

Unlike those buildings that are dyed black and gray, it retains its original color, and its whole body is crystal clear, as if there is energy pulsating in it, and the most striking thing is the slowly rotating crystal ball on top of the crystal spire, which the discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

Although he didn't communicate with the two groups of competitors below, Gavin was 100% sure that they were going for the crystal ball.

"Let's go too." As Gavin spoke, he had already unfurled the special shadow cloak behind him, and suddenly became two models larger, not only enveloping himself, but also covering the half-moon pony, and one person and one rider entered the shadow stealth state at the same time.

This is the advantage of being able to customize magic items by yourself, and you can tailor and transform them according to your own needs.

Although I don't know the specific effect of the crystal ball, let's take it first.

At least not in the hands of the Drow Elves.

In Faeron, the Drow Elves are a notorious paragon, second only to demons and demons.

There is a black joke about Drow in Faerun, if the Drow elves are captured, there is no need for a trial, and they will be executed on the spot, and 99% of them are not wronged.

The only exception is the good believers of the dark girl Eliestria.

When two forces, especially the surface forces, clash with the Drow Elves, there is almost zero chance of making a mistake in helping the surface forces, provided that the helper is on the side of goodness.

After a few minutes of cursory, Gavin could see the direction of this skirmish.

Whether it is Goliath or Drow, the goal is extremely clear, and the combat experience with the other party is very rich, and it is obviously not the first time to fight.

In terms of individual strength, those Goliaths have an absolute advantage.

Even with the help of spell-like abilities, three or two drow elves are no match for Goliath.

And Goliath has a seamless cooperation that those drow elves don't have, and that is a kind of trust that lives and dies.

When they have one or two comrades behind them, they can attack without hesitation and go forward, because they believe that they will never be attacked from behind until their comrades fall.

Three or five of them cooperate with each other, and it is an unstoppable chariot that can rush forward without any scruples.

Easily tearing apart the combined efforts of a dozen drow elves, contrary to Goliath, these drow elves interpret selfishness to the extreme, and before fighting, they think not about how to attack, but how to retreat, how to protect themselves.

As long as there is a situation that endangers your own life, you basically run first to pay respect.

In this case, it is easy to cause a complete collapse of a team's defense.

The drow elves are accustomed to this situation.

It will not completely collapse and retreat at all, but will disappear into the darkness again, like a dogskin plaster, sticking around these small Goliath clans, and from time to time they will burst out to play the black hand.

When the advancing Goliath team is stopped by a second Drow squad, they often get into trouble.

This is where Goliath's disadvantage lies, these Goliaths are only a hundred and ten people when they are full, and they are definitely a big tribe in Goliath.

Not to mention that it is placed in humans, a team of this size is not enough to see, even if it is placed in the drow elves, it is also not enough to see.

This drow elven army is not large, but it is at least four or five times the size of Goliath.

However, in Gavin's opinion, the biggest advantage of this group of drow elves is that they have an excellent battlefield commander, who makes full use of the complex three-dimensional terrain of Misnoel, and gives full play to the numerical advantage and spell-like ability of the drow elves.

Tactical separation of those Goliaths was carried out, and half of the troops were used to contain more than two-thirds of the Goliath soldiers, and the remaining half of the troops were used to fight the remaining one-third of Goliath.

Seeing this situation, a passage from the original text of "The Art of War" came to Gavin's mind.

The way of using troops, ten is to surround it, five is to attack it, and the multiple is divided, the enemy can fight, and if it is less, it can escape, and if not, it will be avoided.

Translated into the lingua franca, it is the principle of using troops: surround the enemy if there are ten times the enemy's strength, attack the enemy if there are five times the enemy's strength, try to disperse the enemy if there is one time the enemy's strength, try to defeat the enemy if there are equal forces, retreat if the enemy is less than the enemy, and avoid a decisive battle if the enemy is inferior in strength.

To put it simply, it is to try to create a situation in which more fights are fought less, and use troops to roll and press.

I don't know if this drow elf commander has read Sun Tzu's Art of War in the Way of War, but what he is doing now is exactly what he did in the war book.

When the other party is able to achieve accurate command in such a complex terrain, it must be like himself, directly looking down on the battlefield, and the most convenient is undoubtedly in the air.

"Found you!" Gavin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a hunter's smile on his prey.

The opponent cast the Drow Elf's spell-like ability, the Levitation Technique, which was also in a state of invisibility.

It was a male drow elf, not very tall, that is, about one meter six or five, but the sturdy one was like a cheetah, he would talk to himself from time to time for a while, and the position of the drow elf team shifted below, and the situation began to deflect in the direction of the drow elf.

Of course, the other party is not really talking to himself, but through magic or magic equipment, he communicates with the drow elves below and makes tactical adjustments.

What really caught Gavin's attention was the black half-mask on his face.

A male drow commander, a black half-mask with a lens, moves on the surface.

All three point in the same direction, the conspiracy god of the Drow Elves, Viron, also known as the God of Theft, the Masked King, or the Masked God of the Night.

He is a member of the Dark Sidrion Gods, the son of the Elven God Corellon and the spider goddess Rose, and the brother of the dark girl Elisetsu, as an accomplice in the plan of Aroshi (Rose was relegated to the name of the Spider Queen) to destroy Corrylon, and was expelled from the Sidrion gods and exiled from the kingdom of Afandor.

Due to the high overlap of the priesthoods, he is sometimes mistaken for the Lord of Shadows and the god of thieves by some surface races, and Vic himself never explains this wonderful misunderstanding, and uses the same Holy Logo.

Especially from last year's turbulent year, a series of conspiracies and tricks made by Max, the king of shadows, not only did not succeed, but he misread the Ciri Sutra, so that the dark sun Shirek took away his conspiracy priesthood, and the goddess of the dark night, Shar, eyed his shadow priesthood, and provoked the chaos demon dog Kozef, a little tired.

The Masked King took the opportunity to expand his influence among the surface races, turning the other party's followers into his own, and if given the opportunity, Veron was more than happy to swallow up all of Max's followers and priesthood.

The Masked King is an active promoter of Drow's return to the Night World (as his followers call the surface world), and his followers are predominantly among the Drow Elves on the surface.

In the Drow underground, especially in cities where the Spider Rose's faith reigns supreme, it is a secret belief that is rarely known to anyone outside of the faith.

Because he opposes Rose's matriarchy, he teaches that the male drow and the female drow have equal abilities and values, which leads to extreme tension between the evil mother and son.

Queen Rose has not completely destroyed Velon, not because of the love of mother and son, but because of her own conspiracy and plan, the rebellion led by the Masked King and his followers among the Drow Elves is a kind of greatest glory for her, and her priesthood itself has betrayal and chaos.

Veron is also a chaotic and evil god who will be revenged, and he has brought the drow elves back to the surface, not to reintegrate into the elven family, but to engage in evil activities here, seeking greater territory and power, and preparing for an all-out confrontation with his mother.

Maybe I've been dealing with the gods too much lately, and every time I see the gods and goddesses, especially the drow elves, a race that is heavily influenced and manipulated by their gods, the first thing that comes to mind is the master behind them.

Just as Gavin was about to launch a deadly attack on the Drow Commander, the Half-Moon Pony suddenly hissed, and the force of nature surged, and it sprinted freely, increasing its speed to the extreme, and entering a state of rapid descent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three alarm bells rang above Gavin's head, and then transformed into the most rapid and impassioned battle song, the magic of the music in tune with it, giving him +2 strength and constitution at the same time.

The Song Stone is frantically warning Gavin.

You are a genius, remember in a second: Red Sweet Spring: