An ambitious drow warrior will desperately flatter the priestesses who favor him, becoming their sword on the battlefield, a bodyguard next to the floating saucer, and a pet in the bedroom.

But a wise and powerful Drow man will try to stay as far away from these priestesses as possible, and they will become the mentor of the Warlock Academy, the chief instructor of the Martial Arts Tower, these special positions in Drow society, at least ensure that their lives are safer than ordinary Drow.

Sorafien has always had a perfect resume, the best graduate of the Warrior Tower's history, the fastest-promoted vice president in the history of the Male Warrior Guild, and a magician who perfectly hides his identity.

Even in the dangerous city-state of Drow, such a beautiful resume can save him a lot of trouble.

If he hadn't met the lovely girl who had just graduated from the Spider Academy on that warm night, probably neither he nor she would have paid such a tragic price for this love.

The former lover has become the most threatening mortal enemy, which is probably the favorite drama of the Spider God.

Gently brushing up a strand of Viconia's gray hair, Solafien returned a sneer: "And what about you, the once proud priest? I am the first warrior to be teased by you? Have the fox-faced slave traders of Nisedir, and his not-so-intelligent subordinates, seen your ambiguous and weak appearance? Isn't it a novel feeling to let go of the arrogance of a priestess and flatter men for the sake of survival?"

Pulling Viconia's long hair, the slave girl involuntarily pressed her face against the bar, and the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild said half-mockingly, half-warningly, "Little princess of Morsobre, let me teach you some cruel common sense. Nisedir and his men will not be seduced by your body, and the slaver will never lack playthings in bed. And as far as I know, Fili never had a hobby of bringing girls into her bedroom. So you can put away this useless trick. ”

Staring at Viconia's red eyes that were almost on fire, Sorafien let go of his hand and said in his usual calm and emotionless tone, "If I were you, I would be more focused on doing what I do best." ”

With that, he let go of his hand and let the girl with the flame burning in her eyes fall into the cage.

By the time Viconia slumped into her cage, she seemed desperate.

Rose, the cruel spider goddess, decided to abandon her when she resisted the sacrifice of a baby in her heart, never to give her the slightest divine grace again.

All she had left was the deepest despair, the most insane hatred, and even Sorafien's counsel could not really calm her heart.

Like a prisoner waiting to die, anxiously dreaming of a miracle in his cage.

But she is also a trained priestess, and the Spider Church in Morsoblay City has a long history, with silent prayer and meditation being a top priority in the priestess education curriculum.

She lay silently in her cage, silently praying, or rather cursing, more appropriately.

Curse the cruel god, curse the mad race of the Drow Elves, and even the race from which she was born.

On the chessboard, which seemed to be rough and narrow, but was actually vast and boundless, several eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner.

The first to cast her eyes was the Dark Maiden, the goddess with long hair hanging down to her ankles, looking at the two chess pieces on the chessboard, the handsome Drow warrior and the delicate Drow slave girl.

And beside her, Xia Yuan Taiyijun, who was a chess spectator, waved his hand lightly: "The chess watcher opposite, in this game of chess, you and I are both outsiders, what kind of hand did you intervene?"

On the chessboard, a pure darkness descended, and only a hand with a black gauze glove was dangling.

The meaning of the owner of that hand is also obvious-

Yes, the fate of the Drow elves is revealed on this chessboard, the embodiment of the long war of the Drow gods.

However, there are not a few spectators who have nothing to do and get together to mix a few hands.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun is such a chess watcher, and so is the goddess of the night who is shrouded in darkness.

It is not incomprehensible that Shar, the goddess of the night and the patron saint of the Avengers, would hear the cries and vengeful fury of a drow girl.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun looked at the opposite side of the chessboard, although he couldn't see the real body of the chess player, but the phantom of the cobwebs, together with a sneaky mask, still inadvertently left a trace.

In this game of chess, the gods of the fallen son are actually not less.

Thinking of this, and then looking at the silver-haired beauty next to him who never liked to wear clothes, Xia Yuan Taiyijun smiled and flicked his fingers to the chessboard: "In this case, I will take a few steps for the master's house." ”

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Fili, who had completed her daily prayers, was just as refreshed today, and she was actually very satisfied with the expedition except for the problem that Sorafien was still alive.

"The Queen of God has given me a new revelation, and beneath the fallen city of Gacharov, there is a nest of spirit-absorbing monsters, where the prey we want to catch is hidden!"

Hearing the word "Psiloca" shook Nisedir slightly.

Why is there a large number of monster lairs and other intelligent cities near every drow city-state?

Quite simply, the resources of the earth are limited, and the natural resources of clean groundwater, the geotropics, which are suitable for moss and fungi to grow, are always limited. As one of the oldest inhabitants of the Dark Regions, the Drow city-states were mostly built in such environments, but other intelligent races underground, such as the Underground Dwarves, Underground Gnomes, and Spirit-Suckers, often established their city-states nearby.

Even Morsoblay City, which is the most strict enforcer of the Spider God's will, has a Bringden Stone City near it where underground gnomes live. Although the underground gnomes and the drow elves are disgusted with each other, for reasons such as insufficient troops and the prevalence of infighting, at least Morsoblay has no plans to completely destroy its neighbors.

The danger of the Spirit-Sucker city-state is far higher than that of the underground dwarf city-state, and there are terrifying legends of the Spirit-Sucker city-state circulating in each Drow city-state. These octopus heads with four tentacles are very fond of the drow's highly intelligent brains and dexterous hands, and in their nests, the self-willless drow slaves use their dexterous hands to act as their massage technicians, sending their heads to their tentacles with suction cups, which become a meal for these octopus heads, and even some of the drow monsters will pry open the skulls of the drow elves, plant human face sunflower on their brains, and then collect human face sunflower pollen and nectar to make high-end health supplements.

The arrogant hostesses may be able to allow a handful of psivalists into their clan as torture experts and psionic advisors, but none of the drows will easily set foot in the nest of the nair.

Nisedir is no exception.

Fili's gaze flickered back and forth over him, causing the fox-faced slaver to speak: "The city of the spirit suckers below Gaicharov, yes, the city of the recluses, I know this place. It's a tiny psic-sucking city, and its chief consul, Surak, once made a deal with us. But other than that, the city is very unfriendly to visitors......"

Glancing at Fili, he quickly added, "Especially unfriendly to a noble priestess like you. ”

The social law of the Drow Elves is to treat all intelligent races as enemies, ready to defeat them, capture them, and enslave them.

However, the social rules of the Spirit-Suction Monsters are very simple and straightforward, and all intelligent races are just food for them.

Nisedir, who had traded slaves with the Psivac several times, had to be 120,000 careful every time he saw these octopus heads. A newly baked, arrogant priestess like Fili, who thinks that the queen of God can run amok with grace, is afraid that she will soon be served to the table by the octopus heads.

Nisedir wouldn't confide in Firi about this dangerous thought, but he hesitated slightly, and quickly began to calculate—

The City of the Recluse is small, with only about thirty souls, and each of them can control at least a dozen slaves to serve and fight them.

This obnoxious octopus-headed race needs a large number of slaves, contributing their physical strength as unpaid laborers, dedicating their brains for meals. Therefore, the size of each psychic city-state is also limited, otherwise the result of the overbreeding of these octopus heads is that they can no longer find parasitic bodies and brain marrow for food.

The barren geography of the Dark Regions limits the ability of all creatures to reproduce, even the Psicos.

Ordinary psionic monsters are already very difficult opponents, and their signature psionic magic "Psychic Blast" can empty their opponents' mental power in an instant, leaving their bodies without mind control to be slaughtered. But to Nisedir, these low-level psionic spells were not a threat as long as they were equipped with high-quality psychic defense charms beforehand.

The problem lies with Surak, the archon of the City of the Recluse, the purple-red octopus with six tentacles on its head, which is a characteristic of the Psitron that has advanced to a high position in the study of psionic magic, and it is even possible that it has touched the threshold of the legendary Psico. To make an enemy of such an old monster, Nisedir was sure that it was not a good idea.

With a blink of an eye, the fox-faced slaver began to think about how to convince his employer, but before he could speak, Sorafien objected bluntly, "I don't think Nisedir and his weak men can successfully attack the nair of the Psicelites." Even if they were all equipped with psychic defense charms, the army of Psionic slaves would be enough to tear these weak creatures apart. ”

This level of ridicule was not painful for a slave trader like Nisedir, but Sorafien's initiative to jump out was very much to his liking. As long as you are not blind, you can see that Fili is full of special feelings for the tall and handsome vice president of the male warrior guild, which is a mass of hatred and other things, which makes this noble-born priestess habitually disconnected.

As Nisedir had expected, Fili's self-control was soon gone, and her bright red eyes stared at her former lover: "If the Male Warriors Guild is all cowards like you, I doubt that the soldiers of Usternassar will be able to move their feet in front of the line of Saura Dennis!

This time, Fili's threat clearly worked, and Sorafien stared at her in silence before backing down, "We can't attack the City of the Recluses directly, but we can negotiate with the Psionic Monsters." A fugitive drow is not worth risking war with the ruler of the City of the Recluse, your slave trader pet can negotiate with their archon, Surak, to buy back the fugitive who betrayed the gods. ”

Nisedir gave him a cold look, the Spirit Sucker was not a trustworthy businessman, and this kind of pure seller's transaction would only make the Dragon Treasure Chamber of Commerce bleed!

But for Fili, the proposal, while reasonable and not cost-effective for her family, is very much in line with Drow's aesthetic. But as she stared at the drow man who was talking, at the handsome face that had fascinated her for a while, a bitter sense of disgust came over her, making her want to continue to scold the drow elf for his "incompetence" and "weakness".

Unfortunately, Sorafien didn't give her this chance, and immediately added, "And I'm in charge of infiltrating the City of the Hermit to find out the traitor's whereabouts." ”

Just about to reprimand, just held in his throat, Fili viciously looked at Sorafien from head to toe, and then a voice came out from between her teeth: "This kind of secret battle, you are only allowed to act alone! Nisedir, in order to ensure the success of the negotiation, you and your subordinates must not help him, nor can you expose your relationship! Solafien, I will expect you to bring the traitor back!"

Despite that, Fili's expression was as if she was expecting Sorafien's body to be brought back.

Not just Fili, but almost all the drow in the camp looked at Sorafien with the eyes of a corpse.

Holding the hilt of the Adamantite Longsword, Sorafien stopped and turned away.

As he passed through the cage where Viconia was kept, the priestess, who had been reduced to slavery, stared at him, but a voice whispered in his head: "You have chosen a dead end, although it is a more honorable one, male. If you still want to live, cooperate with me!"

This kind of psychic is a common trick of the Spider Queen's priests, but Viconia is a traitor who will never be favored by the Spider God again, which means that there really is another god who favors this drow girl?

But Solafien only calmly replied with a heartfelt voice, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I won't trust any priestess again. ”

(End of chapter)