Chapter 3 Ancient Orens City
In lairs decorated with rare treasures and twisting tunnels, in roaring waterways and huge caves, the creatures of the Underdark have established their homes. .
Among the countless beautiful and dangerous underground kingdoms, the most beautiful and sinister one is the dark city of the drow.
After half a month of journey, as a prisoner, Brian, led by a drow wizard and escorted by a group of drow elf warriors, arrived at the city he was once familiar with. ——The ancient city of Orens.
With the soft magical light, he stared at a finely carved arch. Behind the arch, two huge spiders silently guarded the place.
The familiar sight reminded him of some detailed information about this most deeply involved race.
He had to think about it, because it was the key to his survival.
He must find a glimmer of hope in the chaotic rules of the drow.
In life in the drow city, the Spider Goddess Lolth, the god of chaos worshiped by the drow, instigates endless chaos, and in order to please herself and prevent complacency and out-of-control pride from growing, Or to prevent the rise of hostile faiths, leaving the drow in an endless battle for power and status.
The drow here, whether they are nobles or commoners, live, work, plan, entertain, and 'love' each other.
The only thing they have in common with their surface cousins is the exquisite craftsmanship in the art, armor, and decoration that abounds in family buildings and public spaces.
Like the elves living on the surface, they have a striking similarity in magic and artistic attainments, as well as a strong pride in their fighting skills.
However, for the drow, their innate elegance and excellence have been distorted by countless years of hatred and isolation into a terrifying resemblance to their elven ancestors, and have become what they are today. Shocking elegance and extremely cold-blooded brutality.
Before a pair of malicious eyes fell on him, Brian speeded up his pace appropriately, mixed in a group of swaying kobold slaves, and walked towards the city.
Because in the past few days, a drow warrior who disliked him had been observing him secretly, trying to find trouble for him, so he had to be careful.
He walked along the wide streets decorated with stone art and magic, countless dim lights filling the streetscape composed of exquisite buildings and luxurious shops.
Colorful and dazzling light is the innate ability of all drow races: demon fire.
The shop owners on the street use attractive demonic fire to light up their shop signs, just like billboards in the night scene in the real world, attracting customers to buy and sell their goods.
In the blacksmith shop not far away, the surface dwarf who was chained was cursing and muttering in dwarf language that no one could understand. Under the urging of two fully armed drow warriors, he made a The owner repairs exquisite weapons and jewelry.
Two burly, muscular tauren warriors served as guards in front of an extremely tall and magnificent mansion. They stood face to face on both sides of the gate, their long curved horns forming a deadly arc. arch.
A group of small goblins were hiding in the narrow stone nests of the street. Their narrow eyes flashed with a faint red light and they scanned the street eagerly.
Occasionally, like a mouse crossing the street, one will scurry out, hurriedly picking up garbage on the ground, or shoveling away the feces left by underground lizards, and then quickly disappearing into the shadows.
It is the task of the goblin slaves to keep the streets of the ancient city of Orens spotless, and their loyalty to their duties is ensured by an ogre armed with a whip and a mace.
At this time, the streets of the ancient city of Orens were busy, with groups of drow coming and going.
The richly dressed drow nobles stroll leisurely through the wide streets, casually scanning the shops, or resting in fashionable taverns while sipping the sparkling aroma from glass goblets. Fine wine.
The city guards rode on armored underground lizards and patrolled in an orderly manner.
Drow merchants whip lizard-like camel beasts and deliver goods to the bustling market.
As their group arrived, Brian saw the crowds of people surging on the street quickly parting, making way for Jonara, the drow wizard sitting on a magic-powered floating saucer in front of them.
She raised her chin high, as if she was silently asking everyone to respect her immediately.
That’s exactly what happened.
Everyone on the street, whether they were drow, dwarves or dwarves, nodded or bowed in greeting according to their status.
Just as the noble drow wizard, drunk on the respect and jealousy she deserves, is about to float across the street, a goblin immersed in cleaning up the excrement of a subterranean lizard ignores her passing.
Faced with the goblin's disregard for herself, a red wave of anger flashed through the eyes of the drow wizard Jonara, who gradually narrowed her eyes.
Her expression suddenly changed from imperial arrogance to extreme anger.
In fact, in Brian's opinion, the goblin slave did not block the opponent's way, but its negligence clearly showed a lack of respect for the wizard.
This situation, whether it is on the surface or in the underground world, being ignored by a slave is intolerable to most nobles.
The only difference is the way they vent their anger. He saw the drow wizard driving his floating saucer towards the goblins.
When the shadow of the floating saucer fell on the goblin who was busy cleaning the feces, the little guy hummed impatiently and looked up.
It can be seen from its widened pupils that it has seen death approaching and is so frightened that it cannot move, just like a mouse under a cat's paws.
The drow wizard stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the trembling goblin.
With a rapid and low chant, a group of scalp-numbing tiny spiders pounced on the goblin like a colony of ants.
As they ran, they grew at a speed visible to the naked eye until they grew to the size of a fist, and then swarmed onto the goblins.
In the blink of an eye, the tiny spider drains the flesh of its victim, turning it into a pile of rags, bones, and rough skin.
The drow wizard snorted and led the family guards and slaves forward.
Seeing this, Brian, who was among the slaves, slowed down and took a few more glances.
"Why are you dazed? Come on, you bastard goblin on the surface!"
At this time, a drow warrior wearing shining mail and a magic cloak quickly came to him. , punched him in the stomach and yelled viciously.
Brian didn't resist, he just clenched his teeth and tightened his abdominal muscles to resist, but the punch still hurt and made him gasp.
He raised his head, suppressing the anger in his heart, and looked at the departing back of this drow warrior who always liked to deliberately find trouble along the way. His cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.
He stabilized his mind and silently observed and calculated the steps of the drow warrior who had just punched him as he walked.
When the other party was about to pass by the goblin's corpse with only rags and bones left, he concentrated and thought.
——"First-level psychic power: ectoplasmic entanglement!"
A small ball of palm-sized ectoplasmic energy appeared accurately and accurately when the drow warrior was about to fall under his control. It went to the bottom of the foot, and disappeared again the moment the opponent stepped on it.
Tread on the smooth ectoplasmic energy.
The careless drow warrior staggered, and his body swayed twice before he regained his balance. However, he accidentally stepped on a small spider hidden in the rags, still squirming and sucking flesh.
With a sickening crackling sound, this greedy little spider spurted out pus and goblin body fluids and splashed on the drow warrior's body.
The trampling and crackling sounds were very subtle, but they were still detected by Jonara, the drow wizard who was walking at the front.
“This is blasphemy!”
Sitting on the magic floating saucer, Jonara turned around and looked at the little spider who was trampled to death, her face twisted with rage.
She pointed at the drow warrior who was the instigator, and shouted with a voice full of power and magic: "You have desecrated the creation of the Queen of Gods. According to Rose's law, you will be executed immediately!"
Two drows dressed in the same dress The Er warrior came to him like a ghost, and neatly drew out his sharp sword and scimitar.
A sword blade disemboweled the drow warrior from the right side like lightning, and another strike of the scimitar instantly slit his throat.
The attack is extremely smooth, without any sloppiness.
After the sanctions were over, the drow warriors immediately put away their sharp blades and walked forward side by side, leaving their companions' bodies lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
The whole street became deathly silent.
Following the footsteps of the team, Brian stepped on the right hand that had just punched him on the corpse and left silently.
There is no doubt that the drow elves in ancient Orens City have a deep-rooted worship of the Spider Queen. Any blasphemer, whether intentionally or unintentionally, will be fatally judged.
Not long after the group left, the crowd of people watching on the street gradually turned their attention back to their own affairs and were busy with their own things.
A group of goblins also hurriedly cleaned up the blood stains and corpses on the ground with mops and buckets under the loud whip of the ogre.
(End of this chapter)