Let the Yuntai Tiantong ride the fat chicken cub and land on his shoulder, Elistry stretched out her hand to the "psionic master" in front of her, who called herself the "Supreme King".

The fingers of the goddess are slender and powerful, which are the hands of a warrior who is accustomed to holding a sword, which is completely different from the beautiful and beautiful hands of the goddess in the imagination of ordinary people.

Fingertips passed through the air, moving a corner of a huge chessboard to the "Master of Idirre".

The wooden chessboard is neither polished nor painted, and it does not even resemble a chessboard with black and white checkerboards.

There are only vertical and horizontal cobwebs, leaving distorted spots of light and dark shadows on the board.

On this chessboard, I don't know how many chess pieces are arranged on it, obsidian polished chess pieces, black jade carved chess pieces, coal carved chess pieces, ebony carved chess pieces......

Each chess piece is a drow elf, a drow elf that is still alive, a drow elf that has died.

On the other side of this chessboard should be Eliestria's cruel and bloodthirsty mad mother.

Looking at this chessboard, Xia Yuan Taiyijun knew that this was the goddess in front of him who invited him to fall in a long game.

This is both an affirmation and a test. If Xia Yuan Taiyijun is just a reckless man who dares to swing his sword at the Spider God Queen, rather than a chess player who can cut off all kinds of conspiracies in the deep pit magic web, then it is better not to mention the cooperation, everyone goes back to their own homes and finds their parents.

His gaze swept over the huge chessboard, and his fingertips were pointed to a certain place in the south of the chessboard.

A little spark, silently descending.

Yuntai Tiantong, who was standing on Elise Cui's shoulder, moved his body forward slightly, and there was still a smile on his face that didn't care.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun glanced at this little bit, shook his head slightly, and made a move to his side: "Helping the needy is not just about fighting and killing and killing everything will be fine." Lingquan Tiantong, you have been born in the warm sun and morning fog in early autumn, and you have won the wonder of gold and water, so let's take a front stand. ”

With the roll call of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, there was a jade horn green tree that was no more than the length of chopsticks and let out a low whistle, and the clouds on the ruler wood on the dragon's forehead swirled, holding a little boy with dark green sideburns. The young man has a single bun on his head, with lapis gold coral as a hairpin, his ears are like fins, and he is covered with cloud shoulders woven of shark silk, and his shoulders, wrists, and ankles are all wrapped with a cold jade chuan with flowing water patterns. This Lingquan Tiantong is holding a white jade pill bottle in his hand, with Zizhi obliquely inserted in the bottle, and a crystal clear crystal bead is held on the lid, rolling back and forth like cool dew on the lotus lid.

Lingquan Tiantong, who was holding a white jade pill bottle, nodded slightly, and the dragon raised his head and probed his claws at his feet, and stepped on this chessboard.

Tiantong is in place, this simple and unpretentious chessboard instantly "lived", between those light spots and shadows, there are stalagmite castles and stalactite hanging towers with various styles, and the black chess pieces are drow elves.

Following Elise's gaze, Xia Yuan Taiyijun also noticed a small area in the southwest of the chessboard, where it was clearly a small Drow city-state.

"Which drow city-state is this?"

"Ustnazar, the city of bloodlines. ”

Between the simple two sentences of Elise Emerald and Xia Yuan Taiyijun, the light and shadow on the chessboard fluctuated, and there were specific and subtle mountains and rivers. Shimoto Taiyijun's gaze traveled south from Waterdeep City, into the border between the merchant and the land of sand, Am, and finally landed on the Broken Tooth Mountains south of Am.

Beneath the mountainous formations lies a modest city-state of Drow, whose underground tunnels connect the vast forests of the Tesser.

"The Forest of Verdas, the original birthplace of all the elven cities of the South. The slightly melancholy voice of the Dark Maiden came, "While all the elves live intimately on the surface, Sodenisra, located in the forest of Vidas is the most beautiful jewel in the southern part of the continent. Once upon a time, the gods of Afando regarded it as the city of life, where all the spirits were blown by the wind of life. Until that day, the people of glory turned against each other, and the roots of the ancient trees of the City of Life sucked the blood of the surface elves and drow elves every day. ”

Women who have been through so much like to dwell on the memories of the past, even goddesses.

Shimoto Taiyijun moved his lips silently, using the Drow lip technique that Angola Newman had brought back from Morsoblay City: "The Drow spirit of Ustnazar was once Elistria's child. ”

Elistra looked at the guy in front of her, not understanding how a god could do so many boring things, but she replied in the same drow, "They are still my children. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Shimoto Taiyijun looked at a chess piece on the chessboard: "I hope these dark-skinned bad children will feel your mother's love soon." ”

The gaze of the two gods looked down, and the simple giant wooden chessboard blurred, revealing the shadows between the stalagmite towers and the crypt between the light spots and the shadows, and the demonic fire unique to the Drow city-state emitted a cold glimmer without temperature.

Unlike the city of Morsoblay, the architecture of Ustnazar is much more unpretentious. While the drow elves here are just as keen to decorate their stalagmite towers and stalactite towers with Adamantite gold, Mithril and gemstone carvings, there isn't much of a sparkle of enchanted spells in the buildings adorned with gem spiders and mythril webs.

It's also easy to understand that Morsoblay basically doesn't interact with other city-states, and other than the "hunting" to please the Spider God, this holy city is more often closed off. The "peaceful" life has made the survival rate of the Drow mages in Morsoblay City quite high, including the chief mage Gongfu Banrui, whose spells will not turn into lightning and fireballs smashed on the heads of enemies most of the time, but will only turn into various magic items and psychedelic lights and shadows used to decorate the city.

And in Ustnazar, the underground city-state is too close to the surface, and above the drow elves is Thordanisra. Hidden within the magical barrier of the forest, this city of life has attracted generations of drow elves to launch fierce attacks again and again.

In a state of war all year round, the drow elves of the city naturally do not waste their precious magic on artistic decoration.

Even compared to Morsoblay, Usternassa has less brutal internal oppression. The priestesses of the city would not casually torture a large number of Drow men to death, just to please the Spider God.

Because the priestesses of the city knew one thing deeply: if there were not enough men to serve as warriors, Ustnazar would not be able to continue the war against the surface elves.

Although the priestesses still rule according to the madness of the Spider God, the shadow of war forces them to give a small amount of power to the "lowly males".

For example, the "Guild of Male Warriors", a guild dedicated to the men of Drow, occupies a prominent part of the power map of Ustnazar. A powerful warrior who is registered in the guild is equivalent to entering the aristocratic class in Ustnazar, unlike in the city of Morsobre, even a warrior who has stepped into the realm of legends, in the eyes of those cruel priestesses, it is only the end of the choice between bedding and preparatory sacrifices.

At the very least, in Ustnazar, the elders of the Warrior Guild could not worry about being suddenly dragged to the altar of the mistress, and could even be slightly independent of their own lineage.

Well, if a mistress hadn't been hell-intentioned in trying to kill him.

The Male Warrior Guild has just undergone such a transfer of power, and after the "accidental death" of the previous president, only one of the two vice presidents is destined to survive.

A magic cloak unembroidered with the family crest left the Warriors' Guild lightly, and not even a single drow elf noticed any clues.

The slender figure of the warrior wrapped in a magic cloak, and the long silver-white hair was simply tied into a ponytail with a leather headband, which was a "privilege" of the upper echelons of the male warrior guild, representing their quasi-aristocratic status.

Even from the most discerning eyes of the housewives, this drow warrior is an ideal bed partner, not only with strong and well-proportioned muscles, but also with a delicate and masculine face, even if it is made into a ** sculpture, it is also a very good bedroom display.

If not in Ustnazar.

"If not in Usternasza. Spit out the words stiffly from his mouth, and the young warrior walked along a path towards the lower part of the city.

Unlike the city of Morsoblay, the high and subsidence of Ustnazar is clearly divided between nobles and commoners. Of course, although the civilian area is relatively more chaotic and disorderly, at least there will be no priestess of the Spider God Queen here, and in terms of safety, it is a little stronger than the aristocratic area.

At the very least, you can relax a little bit, and as long as you can notice the poison darts fired from behind the broken wall, or sneak up on the dagger close to the vest, then you can live a very relaxed and happy life.

Thinking so, the young warrior stopped and gave way to a caravan in front of him. The team drove a large swarm of giant slugs, and in the big cage cart pulled by the slugs, there were more than a dozen young Drow boys.

This was a common sight in the city-states of Drow, with the exception of religious cities such as Morsoblay. The city of Morsoblay adheres to the teachings of the Spider God, preferring to torture Drow civilians and losers to death directly, while the other, more realistic Drow city-states see the slave trade as a "charity" that can generate more profits.

But among the goods of these slave traders, there was a very conspicuous rarity. It was a drow woman, and her tattered robe still bore the coat of arms of nobility and the insignia of the spider god.

How could a nobleman, and a high priestess, come to this point?