Chapter 1 Deadly Hunter
This is a handsome elf man with lavender eyes and platinum hair.
In the dark and dark place, he hugged his knees with his hands and huddled in a small iron cage. His dull and blurred eyes were full of despair for the unknown nightmare.
The drow wizard Jonara pulled up her cloak to cover her mouth and nose, and walked between the cages. Her light steps made her slender legs clearly visible through the thin skirt.
The high slit on the side of the gauze skirt extends almost to the hips, which also exposes the black silk stockings on her beautiful legs. The top-grade spider silk from the dark land is full of an indescribable feeling. The beauty makes people feel the softness and smoothness of stockings just from the oily texture of black silk and the delicate lace texture.
She wore an elegant black gown with a collar decorated with tiny black pearls and delicate spider embroidery that graced the tight, boldly cut bodice.
At this time, she was standing next to the cage of the handsome elf, with two crimson pupils flashing in the shadow of the hood, hovering over his body greedily like a devil.
“This is an elf from the High Forest, the noble Lady Tux.”
A human businessman with a big belly limped from the depths of a long tent. He walked out, wearing a thick wolfskin coat trimmed with fur and a pair of felt shoes.
The businessman walked up to the drow wizard and bowed humbly. A gold-plated cane inlaid with amber gems in his hand pointed at the handsome elves in the cage and emphasized: "The royal family of elves from the surface world. .”
Hearing this, Jonara Tucker's crimson eyes flashed with a strange light.
The drow have an extraordinary hatred for their surface relatives, and it would be a great honor for her to be able to offer such a rare sacrifice in the ceremony.
She considered it carefully for a moment, and finally moved her disappointed eyes away from the surface elf.
Although destroying a surface elf from the elven royal family can give her unimaginable pleasure, what Jonara needs is a fatal sacrifice.
He looks too weak.
She turned expectantly to the next cage, which contained a giant white-haired creature.
The Swamp Bearman is a kind of bear that lives in the dark areas.
The savage, cruel and obedient personality, as well as the ancient hatred with the surface elves, make them the most loyal servants of the drow elves.
However, the drow wizard's expression was unmoved. He just glanced at it and didn't bother to pay attention.
Because this creature, which she is so familiar with, simply cannot meet her special requirements.
She continued towards the next cage.
This is a strong and graceful dragon-like beast. It lies quietly in the cage, folding the blood-red dragon wings on its back, staring coldly at everyone outside the cage with the eyes of a predator. .
The scales of this dragon-like creature are dark black, and it is about the size of an adult. However, unlike typical dragons that generally have feline characteristics, the one in front of you shows more wolf-like habits.
Its lower jaw is longer than that of ordinary dragons, and it is stronger and more powerful, indicating that its bite force is very strong. Its thick and strong tail proves that it is an extremely important weapon when hunting.
But its wings seemed a little underdeveloped compared to its size, and the drow wizard was even a little worried about whether it could fly.
"This is the Dragon-Flying Beast, a terrifying and ferocious sub-dragon." The human merchant came over with a big belly and boasted:
"It is a very deadly dragon hunter and is proficient in dragon creatures. It is born with a breath attack, and its fangs also contain deadly poison. The most important thing is that the dragon beast has a strong instinct for human flesh."
"Of course, its diet also contains it. Including... drow," the human merchant said cautiously, fearing to offend his distinguished guest.
Obviously, he also understands that he must always be cautious when greeting drow women with special status.
Jonara looked at the dragon beast carefully, looking at the cold eyes burning with hunger, thirst and hatred, she nodded secretly in her heart, but thinking of her long-planned plan, she immediately realized that this was not the case. Not the ideal hunter, she snorted with disdain and said with a mocking face:
"It can be seen that it is both wise and patient, and also very cunning. However, it is a beast after all, and its intelligence is quite limited. It also inherits the greedy trait of dragons that likes to accumulate treasures. This is the most fatal weakness, and it is impossible to fight. My tribe, a cunning drow wizard."
"Well...that would be a bit difficult. Noble lady, I'm afraid it's hard for me to satisfy the goods you requested. "
The human merchant flattered carefully, trying to calm her impending anger, "After all, how can these inferior races compare to the talent and power of your noble drow race"
<. br>Jonara looked at the human merchant calmly, her eyes intriguing.
Seeing the drow wizard's beautiful face gradually covered with cold frost, his slightly panicked eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he said quickly:
"Why did I forget about him? Please wait a moment. I thought of a good hunter who may just meet all your needs."
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared deep into the tent quickly. at.
After a while, the businessman appeared in the sight of the drow wizard.
Following him were two burly and strong orc warriors.
The person they escorted walking in the middle was a young human man.
It could be vaguely seen that these two orc warriors with hideous faces and exposed dark yellow fangs deliberately kept a certain distance from their captives.
A flush of surprise flashed in the drow wizard's eyes that gradually narrowed.
She looked at the captive in front of her carefully, trying to hide the satisfaction and approval in her eyes, because if she was too interested, the merchant would undoubtedly raise the price.
To be precise, this young captive is not a human, but a mixed-blood elf.
This is a half-elf with messy black hair. She wears a dusty coat and a badly damaged black cloak. She is dressed in a simple adventurer outfit, but she vaguely feels a kind of feeling that is exclusive to humans on the surface. of nobility and elf elegance.
The outline of his face is three-dimensional and deep, with sharp edges and corners, showing strong lines like a knife and an axe, yet without losing the softness of the elves.
What really impressed the drow wizard was the half-elf's black eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through everything, and shining like the black stones in the Underdark.
What she saw in those eyes shocked her even more, because they were full of wisdom, composure and calmness that surprised her.
In order to confirm his thoughts, the drow wizard lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the half-elf captive.
As she expected, his wrists were crossed and tied together.
Wizards are very familiar with this binding technique, because it is only when dealing with spellcasters that such precautions need to be taken to prevent the other party from performing powerful magic through gestures and incantations.
The drow wizard reached out a hand to touch his scarlet lips, and stopped the smile from creeping up the corner of his mouth.
"Wizard?"
She turned to the human businessman with a deliberately straight face, raising her eyebrows that were as white as her hair with a suspicious and questioning expression. "A wizard."
The human merchant nodded affirmatively and added in an uncertain tone, "To be precise, it should be a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr."
"Huh?" The drow wizard looked suspiciously. To the businessman.
"I can assure you that he is a battle mage, noble lady."
The businessman quickly explained, "As for whether he is a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr, I will Not sure."
"I don't care what surface kingdom he comes from, I just want to confirm whether he is a battle mage." The drow wizard looked at the half-elf captive with interest. Said, "Untie him, I want to try his methods."
As a drow, although she lives deep in the underground world, she also knows the surface kingdom above her city, living under the stars and sunshine.
The battle mages of the human kingdom of Cormyr are famous throughout the continent. They not only refine their spells, but also study close combat skills.
And among the battle mages of the Cormyr royal family, there are also a large number of war shapeshifters who are proficient in the art of transformation. They can transform into giant beasts on the battlefield and become a cold and ruthless killing machine.
What the drow surface commandos are most afraid of is the Cormyr royal family's war mage army.
“Dear Madam, are you sure you want to do this?”
The human businessman said tentatively, "Although his magic is banned, his swordsmanship is not inferior to any martial arts master. Without the blessing of magic, he killed more than a dozen of my guards with just one sharp sword." "With such a record, I'm afraid"
"He doesn't have a sword." The drow wizard interrupted him in an unquestionable tone.
In fact, she has her own plan.
If the battle mage in front of her really dared to resist, she could just take this opportunity to arrest him for assault.
In this way, she can avoid a lot of expenses.
Similarly, if he can keep a cool head and not choose to resist, it means that the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr is smart enough and should be able to complete her long-planned plan.
So, she just wants to see if the other party is as powerful as the businessman boasts.
After all, what she needs is a deadly hunter who is cunning, alert, and has enough understanding of magic.
Besides, she is also a wizard, and a powerful wizard.
She is not worried about the resistance of the captives at all. This is the confidence of Jonara, who comes from the Tuckers family, in her own strength.
The businessman who tried to dissuade him to no avail shrugged helplessly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the magic rope binding the half-elf prisoner quickly disappeared.
The half-elf captive moved his fingers slowly and methodically, trying to make the blood flow faster. The two orc guards beside him kept a certain distance from him with panicked expressions.
The drow wizard naturally noticed these details. Looking at the calm and calm captive, her mean lips couldn't help but form a rare smile.
She took out two cobra scales the size of fingernails from the hidden pocket of her cloak.
"Do as I say." The wizard showed it to the indifferent battle mage. While slowly making the spell-casting gesture, he recited a simple spell in a clear tone.
As the cobra scales in the wizard's palm melted in the dark magical energy, a ball of venom the size of a rice grain condensed and formed, splashing on the Los animal skin on the ground. The pungent toxin corroded a large ball at a speed visible to the naked eye. Scorch marks.
"It's your turn now." The drow wizard threw the spellcasting material-cobra scales at the half-elf and ordered.
This was a simple "venom splash" trick that she studied in her spare time. She was very curious about what kind of power this spell would have in the hands of a battle mage.
The half-elf looked at her indifferently. He stood there, motionless like a stone sculpture cursed by a basilisk.
When the arcing casting material fell rapidly, a nearly invisible light blue magic light suddenly floated over. The translucent light blue light surrounded the scales and hung slightly trembling in mid-air.
The drow wizard was secretly delighted with his exquisite spell control ability.
She has come into contact with many battle mages in the Kingdom of Cormyr, but she has never seen anyone who can cast a simple transformation spell so skillfully.
The battle mage slowly and carefully imitated the drow wizard's gestures and articulations.
Floating in mid-air, the scales surrounding the light blue light gradually melted away.
In the dim light, a ball of venom shone with a light green light, floating on the tip of the half-elf captive's outstretched index finger, swaying like a candle.
Accompanied by a pungent smell like strong acid that filled the air, the venom shone like a green light cluster, shooting out like an arrow from a string.
"Aww!!!..."
A creepy roar came from behind the mage.
The green venom splashed on the palm of an orc guard holding a scimitar, like black ink spilled on a parchment scroll. Starting from the rough gray palm of the orc, at a speed visible to the naked eye, Spreading to his entire arm.
“Pfft!”
The orc guard endured the pain that was like bone-eroding ecstasy, handed the scimitar to his left hand, and chopped off his right hand cleanly, thus successfully preventing the poison from spreading to the entire body.
This battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr not only showed talent as a spellcaster, but also had a cunning and cold mind. The drow wizard Jolana showed a gloating smile.
Hoping that his other abilities were as outstanding as his magical talent, she looked at the half-elf captive greedily, her gorgeous face twisted with a smile.
"What's your name?" She asked curiously with her arms folded across her chest, as if she were holding the fullness that was about to come out.
"Brian." The half-elf captive looked at her, his deep eyes surprisingly calm.
"Very good."
The drow wizard smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction.
She didn't pay attention to the rude gaze of the half-elf, because she suddenly realized that she actually enjoyed the look of this cool-looking half-elf gritting his teeth against her, but feeling helpless.
"It's him." The drow wizard happily met the battle mage's gaze and made his choice.
(End of this chapter)