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Although I am a bit hypocritical to say this, but ...... Damn, he's a little bit worse than meowing, is it so hard to pick it up?

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"What do you think the Queen Spider will do to you if I leave here?" the Psychic Warlock's voice sank, no longer to everyone, but to the Drow Mistress alone, "You think I don't know?

Mistress Drow's body trembled slightly. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Rose's doctrine advocates that the law of the jungle is the strongest, and that the winner is king. And the loser never gets pity, and being ruthlessly abandoned is too normal to be normal. As the ruler of Drow City, the first family of the housemother, was caught off guard, lost all the slaves in her hands, and could not prevent the defection of a family, which is a model of the loser, in this case, although Rose will not offend the entire family, but her position as the master mother is absolutely unkept,

If you can't keep your position, you can't save your life, and pushing the culprit of defeat on the altar and taking the heart alive is the most common way - the only preference for the spider god queen for her priests is their souls and plasma the most.

"What if I let you escape? For me, the outcome is the same. ”

The Drow woman raised her head, and there was already some relief in her reddish eyes.

"It's very different. A gentle smile came from telepathy: "I'm not running away, I'm making a pact with you." Since then. We're friends. ”

"Friends?"

"Divide is a double evil, and a combination is a double benefit, you can recover most of the losses, you can capture most of the slaves. And once the Second Family leaves, your position in the city of Shammas will become more and more impregnable, and at least half of the city's forces will be in your hands. Since you've sacrificed most of the priests of the Second Family, you must have sacrificed hundreds of dark elves and slaves, which can only be regarded as a loss, not a failure, right?" The Psychic Warlock slowly cast one bait after another: "As for the dissatisfaction of the Queen of God, hehe, you will have a lot of time to please her slowly." For example, take one or two gray dwarf cities and extend the power of the dark elves outward. ”

Mistress Drow lowered her gaze. She didn't speak, but let the voice whisper in her ear, like a devil's whisper: "Do you need supplies? I can provide you with water." Food, weapons, armor, tools of war...... Human resources. Or not as elaborate as the Dark Elves, but I promise. In the midst of war, numerical superiority. is the absolute key. I can even provide you with a support army to use in the war...... And as long as you take down the city of the gray dwarves, slaves or something, how many you want, isn't it difficult?"

"Gather your spirits, don't listen to his!

The psychic connection of the psychic sorcerer resounded in everyone's mind, and only the speaker and the listener could hear it, but the mage was obviously clever enough to deduce something from the brief silence and the subtle change in the woman's demeanor.

From the palm of his burqa that poked out slightly, a large purple arcane jet gushed out! These spheres slashed through the air like fireworks, bringing up brilliant bands of light, but the black itself carried a terrifying coldness that directly penetrated the soul!

Magic missiles are just a tool for apprentices, but they can still be very powerful in the hands of a high-level mage, and they can form an enhanced spell called Missile Storm by invoking the energy of a higher level of magic net. In particular, the speed and speed range are super large, which is very suitable for sneak attacks.

Of course, this was not at all expected for Edward, and he only raised his hand to let the wave of spells disappear in an invisible shield of light. And his voice also echoed in the other party's ears: "As for you, my companion, you know that I can also have a suitable gift, human magic, or not as long as yours, but it also has its own characteristics. Your Excellency the future ** Master ......"

This guy's ability is good, however, the number of spellcasters in the dark region is too small, and it is difficult to pass it on, he is just a high-level mage, let alone Albert, he is far from Tesla's level - because of this, the power of magic is a fatal attraction for him.

Some say that the Dark Elf's ambition is a curse he has placed on his "people" to cocoon themselves in a specified way. It's the key to the spider god's control of them - like a spider web that is hard to detect, but can't break free. All the dark elves must climb the ladder it has set up desperately, trying to win its favor, and are destined to fall at the hands of its minions.

However, unlike the priests, the mages of Drow are both powerful and rebellious, especially men, and since the power of the arcane makes them as powerful as the priestesses, they are naturally thinking about what is out of the male inferiority and controlling something.

The power of magic is the sweetest liquor, and even if they know that they will indulge in it, they will not hesitate to send it down their throats.

Thoughts flickered in Edward's mind, but his expression didn't change in the slightest, it was still the same contemptuous smile, as if all the qiē was in his hands.

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The next thing is surprising.

With the acquiescence of the first family's mother, Fiblanche's retreat was naturally completed without danger.

A total of more than 230 drows, four ogres, some gray dwarves, and more than 100 slaves composed of gnomes were gradually sent out of the teleportation array, and gathered in the teleportation array on the other side, and the four mages and the two remaining priests, as well as Edward and his party, were in the final formation.

But it's not entirely smooth...... When the final teleportation light up and fell, in the familiar and unfamiliar cave, more than 200 Zhuo Er formed more than a dozen squads to greet their master mother, and began to cheer, the mutation suddenly changed!

The original Pen Fun Pavilion is in the center of the Fiblanche house, the housewife opens her mouth. As if he wanted to say something, his body suddenly shook, and with the cheers that had just risen, the pitch-black luster. Suddenly, a subtle flash!

Then, there was a soft thud. The delicate female form, like a pile of sand on the seashore, a snow sculpture in winter, or a burnt paper ash, suddenly collapsed and turned into a cloud of smoke. Scatter in all directions!

This housewife actually fell for the plot at the last moment!

The original cheer turned into a half-scream in the throat at this moment. And then there was a deathly silence...... In the cavern, only the sound of dripping water and the terrifying image brought them heavy fear...... Spread all around.

And not just for death. The fear of the enemy is also the fear of being lost, the fear of losing the way - the loss of this mistress, this guide. Their desperate escape from Shammas has become meaningless

"This ...... Hey, bastards! Send me back! I'm going to teach these damn untrustworthy black bastards a lesson!"

After a pause, Baroque Nightrain cursed first, though they were of a hostile race to the Drows. It was an eyesore to look at each other, but that didn't stop the dwarves from waving their spears and axes in their hands in anger and yelling.

After a pause, he shouted at the Drow mage who was operating the teleportation array, but unfortunately the teleportation had ended at this time, and between the spatial twists, there was a soft click, and the dazzling aura in the magic circle immediately dimmed - that meant that the connection of the magic net had been forcibly lifted, and unless the other side repaired the teleportation array, it would be impossible to return to Shammas City!

And several surface people around him were finally freed from their stunned eyes, shaking their heads and sighing in unison......

This effect, called Ashes, is an extremely vicious ability, after killing people, destroy the corpse of miè, so that even pious believers can hardly beg the gods to give them a second chance to survive, not to mention that these drows are just traitors to Rose, and they are still unfamiliar with the new gods, and it is obviously impossible to get the blessings of the gods again.

"Shut up!"

There was a long silence.

"Let's go, the surface, waiting for us. ”

At this point, sentimentality is useless, but fortunately the Drow are not a fragile race, and death has long been commonplace, so after the initial panic, the Drow obediently followed the woman's footsteps.

The creatures of the dark region never talk about benevolence, morality, loyalty and courtesy, but the naked strong are respected and the weak submit, and the believers of Elistry may be an exception, but these drows, but they have just rebelled, and the concept of obedience to the strong has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and difficult to change, and now there is a powerful character, who is naturally awe-inspiring and no longer argues.

"Is it worth it at such a cost?" Edward sighed as the slender figure walked by.

"We must be on the ground, this is the expectation and sustenance of the gods for us. The priestess responded. Then he glanced at the human: "What's so strange?"

"Nope. No," the psychic sorcerer was stunned for a moment, Drow's mind hardened at this moment, even with his sharp mind line. I can't detect the other party's intentions at this time, and the red eyes that are looking at him, in the moss light, reflect colorful colored light, which seems to contain quite affection, but if you look closely, it seems that there is nothing, and it is extremely empty.

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Not trained. It is impossible for the Drow to adapt to life on the surface, so the entrance to the dark region has become a place for them to temporarily shelter. Fortunately, in the vicinity, they had already made some preparations in advance, and although they were destroyed by the nezumi, the queen of the nezumi had already been killed. There is no need to worry about any new dangers, and after a little rest, the original tattered ones can barely cope with the rest for a few days. It was up to Edward to help.

When the dazzling sunlight fills every corner around you. Everyone couldn't help but let out a cheer, even though they had only been underground for less than three days. But for creatures accustomed to the surface, bathing in sunlight always makes people feel reborn.

Only Edward

"That little girl is right...... Your mind seems to be chaotic? After a moment of silence, the Spirit Squire scrambled out of nowhere and climbed onto Edward's shoulder.

"It's rare that you didn't complain. "Lower your gaze, Edward

"Eun, no wonder, it's rare. I thought that you, this guy, would never have such a mentality of guilt, why, your conscience was hurt?" Lingjing snorted: "Regret is meaningless, it's just the evasive mentality of the weak." After making a decision but not being able to stick to it, human thoughts are really difficult to figure out...... What's more, if you leave her alive, you can get the benefits"

The moment before the teleportation was short, but how powerful was his spirit, and if he had the heart, he could actually stop the sneak attacker.

It's just that he didn't do that.

Isn't it strange?

Actually, it's a necessity.

Queen Rose, this goddess will never forgive the loser, therefore, for the family, Fiblanche can escape, but their master mother must not let go - otherwise, the first family will still be judged by Rose to fail and be punished......

For Edward, this condition is also necessary.

The strength of these more than 200 drows is not too much, but it is not too much, as warriors born to grow in a deceitful environment, their strength is even far better than that of humans on the ground, if they are used well, it is not difficult to become a combat force, but because of this, Edward must not put it under a cunning and sophisticated leader.

Fiblanche's mistress must die, and this is one of the conditions of the contract.

The benefits of opening trade routes with the underground are naturally great for him, so if he can have a certain contractual relationship with him, it is naturally better than fighting to the death.

There are always two sides to a coin. The good thing about 'tradition' is that it forms a protective wall, and those with bad intentions can only monitor each other, and dare not go beyond the thunder pool. But the disadvantage of tradition is that there are always people inside the wall who want to come out, but this wall blocks everyone's access.

However, Edward had little interest in actually developing a closer relationship with Drow - the teachings of the Dark Elves were always aimed at friends.

"Or maybe it's a bit of a psychological cleanliness fetish. ”

Edward is somewhat self-aware of himself, although the main body of thinking is based on the first life law-abiding model, but he is by no means a person who cares about others, this kind of behavior, after this life, it has been sharpened by life, although he usually does not take the initiative to harm others, entertain himself, but if necessary, sacrifice some people who have nothing to do with him, but he will never be merciful, regardless of whether the other party is a so-called kind ordinary person.

But why is there still some ...... in my heart A block that's hard to throw aside?

He had only seen Fiblanche's mother for a few minutes, and the woman's appearance was not perfect enough to be remembered at first sight—in fact, as Dahni's mother, she did not look outstanding, and her facial features were somewhat similar, but when combined, she was only slightly higher than ordinary. As Drow, she can never be a kind person, even if she has changed her faith, but in Drow's society, the path of the master mother has always been paved with blood, and there is no killing between siblings, let alone that supreme position, not even the simplest survival requirements.

So......

"Don't make a mistake, what you are often in now is not those mediocre and boring civilian lives, but the battlefield where you don't kill people, people will kill you, who do you think you are? The sage named Buddha? He can calmly cut meat and feed the eagle, just because his strength has reached that standard!"

"With your current ability, it's better to learn from that person who is called, and you'd rather hurt others than let others hurt you! On the road to victory, kindness and conscience are only thorns under your feet, knives in your heart, merciless cruelty and ingenious hypocrisy, which are the common characteristics of all successful people!

But what is the victory I am looking for? (To be continued......

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