Chapter 7 Mind Stab
The heavy stone door was pushed open by an invisible force.
A graceful figure gradually emerged in the darkness.
Brian sat on the chair behind the stone table and did not get up. He just raised his head and looked over casually.
Under the firelight, the first thing he saw was the walking posture of this graceful drow. It was full of elegance and confidence, more elegant than any super model he had ever seen on a fashion show. Not to mention more concessions.
Moreover, the faint murderous aura and coldness emanating from his every move seemed to belong only to a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles.
That’s exactly what happened.
Never underestimate any female drow from the Underdark.
Whether they are wizards or priestesses of Rose, they are not as weak as they appear on the surface.
The strength of these female drows is equally strong whether on or off the bed.
Brian also accidentally learned that half of the courses at the Spider Academy in the dark city of the drow, which was used to train Rose priests, were used to practice close combat skills.
Otherwise, during the short period of time when the Spider Queen was asleep, how could the female priests who had lost their magical abilities suppress the male drow uprising.
The dim candlelight gradually revealed the appearance of the female drow in his sight.
A loose black robe can hardly hide the proud figure, the cold and arrogant and delicate face with a hint of charm, the dark but elastic and lustrous skin, and the long and shiny hair, all features are pointing towards Brian identifies herself.
Looking at this female drow who was as beautiful as the surface elves, Brian saw in her red eyes that almost reached the top of her head that she seemed to be a survivor who had lost her soul.
Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what kind of way of life could thrive in such a dark and evil place.
Even though he has experienced many dangers and hardships in his life, it is still difficult to understand the life in the Underdark. How can he live in such a deep and depressing place for a lifetime?
In his view, the Underdark is an unbearable place that not only steals a person's hope, but also imprisons their soul, causing the creatures here to gradually lose their will and become like walking zombies.
However, these messy thoughts are not what he should think about, because he has clearly felt that he is being stared at by a pair of vicious eyes.
“Stand up!”
The female drow who walked into the stone room frowned and looked coldly at Brian who was sitting on the chair.
Brian didn't reply, he just put down the magic book in his hand and looked at her calmly.
From the moment he first saw the other person, he understood that this was a female drow who was trying to use her superior status to tame him.
He knew that in addition to intimidating him, the other party also wanted to test his strength.
Obviously, the idea definitely came from her mother, Jonara.
In that case, he didn't mind satisfying their curiosity.
After all, Brian never thought that the other party would give him the antidote as promised.
“You despicable, low-grade male slave, didn’t you hear what I said?”
Feeling the calm and calm look of the half-elf slave, the female drow was aroused to anger. , the graceful voice became extremely sharp.
Her right hand unconsciously grasped a thorn whip finely carved with spider patterns hanging on her waist.
Brian didn't bother to pay attention to her little moves. He had even seen Priest Rose's terrifying snake-headed whip. How could he be afraid of such a weapon?
"Your mother should have told you the cause and effect of the entire incident."
He met the other party's slightly distorted face and said calmly, "In my opinion, guidance is unnecessary. Come on, all you need to do is make a list of all the spells that Santila has mastered.”
As a wizard, if you know all the spells and trump cards of your opponent, then you can do it. In a magical duel with an opponent of similar strength to himself, his winning rate increased by at least half.
Although Brian is not optimistic about this duel, he still has to make the necessary preparations.
But if a woman with eyes on the top of her head was to teach him, he might as well just explore it himself.
Besides, he didn’t think the other party’s magical attainments could be that high.
After all, she is still too young and too tender.
He could even tell her approximate age from the tone of her voice and the angry look in her eyes.
Impulsivity, irritability, jealousy, psychological distortion and other negative emotions are part of what every young drow must go through in the chaotic teachings of Spider-Queen Rose.
When they truly know how to restrain their emotions and hide their truest thoughts, they already have the mentality of a spider spinning its web and waiting patiently for its prey.
As for those who could not learn, they all paid a heavy price in the end.
This is the real reason why the drow in the Underdark occupy the best conditions, but their population has never been increased.
Seeing Brian's calm demeanor, the drow couldn't help but be startled with an angry expression.
She looked at the half-elf slave in front of her with the eyes unique to the dark elves. As if sensing her extraordinary gaze, the corners of the other person's mouth tilted up slightly, revealing a smile.
Even as a dark elf, she had to admit that this man was very good-looking, and he had a cool smile - but soon, the dark elf felt an icy cold air flying from her back. Scurrying past, as if her instinct had anticipated some danger.
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the anger that surged in her heart due to her ignorance, and said coldly, "I'm not surprised at your stubbornness, despicable male, I will let you know soon. How to obey the master's orders? "
This is the ancient city of Orens, a city ruled by dark elves. She does not think that this seemingly smart slave will risk himself. Life rebelled against her.
The more arrogant a slave is, the greater the sense of achievement of completely taming him. She rubbed the handle of the barbed whip, and she couldn't help but feel a faint expectation in her heart.
Brian had expected it. He leaned forward, crossed his fingers on the table, and looked at the other person with a smile, his deep eyes shining. As soon as the drow raised her long whip, she suddenly felt a palpitating energy pouring into her mind like a sharp cone. She looked startled and tensed up her nerves vigilantly, always on guard against the other party suddenly attacking her for no reason.
——"Mind Stab!"
With a thought from Brian, the spiritual energy that penetrated from the void was suddenly transmitted to her mind along the taut thinking path of the drow elf. deep.
A quick and heavy blow was like a sharp steel needle, piercing her fragile brain like a piece of tofu.
“Ah!!!”
The shrill screams echoed in the closed stone room.
Suffering from Brian's spiritual blow, the drow collapsed on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his long fingers deeply buried in his messy hair, and there was already cold sweat on his tightly knit forehead, which flickered under the candlelight. Crystal clear shimmer.
Seeing his results, Brian nodded with satisfaction.
The psion's psychic powers do not require casting gestures, spells, and casting materials like arcane spells.
They only need to concentrate and use their thoughts to control the energy surging deep in their hearts, and through the instructions of their eyes or some kind of guide, they can successfully display their supernatural powers.
Therefore, Brian's psychic power seemed to be released quickly and accurately, but in fact, he had concentrated and prepared in advance, which caught the opponent off guard.
Furthermore, the more power points consumed by the Psion's power, the more powerful it becomes.
Originally, the level one "Psychic Stab" only consumes 1 point of spiritual energy, but his ready-to-use spiritual energy consumes 2 points of spiritual energy without any reservation.
The power caused can be imagined.
Generally speaking.
The more severe the enemy's mood swings, the more powerful the psychic spells are.
Similarly, the emotional fluctuations of psychics also determine whether they can successfully release their powers.
This is why most psions prefer to maintain the most sane and calm state of mind.
Because doing so allows them to become very smooth and comfortable when casting psychic spells.
Seeing that the drow were about to recover from the severe mental pain, Brian did not dare to waste time. He quickly whispered a spell and pointed at the wall of the stone chamber.
In an instant, the cold wall flashed with a little light blue light.
I saw the sticky spider silk on the wall that he had made using the "Secondary Creation Technique". All of them were activated by magic power, and the tough spider silk was shot out one after another, tightening the limbs of the unprepared drow wizard. Wrap tightly.
Let her be like a four-clawed spider with teeth and claws, struggling in vain on the spider web.
"If you dare to attack me, you are playing with fire, male!"
The young drow gave up resistance, calmed down, raised his chin proudly, with a scarlet gaze, Looking at him viciously, "You rotten maggot, if you like, you can kill me or torture me, but do you really dare?"
"It seems that you can't help yourself." Brian stood up from the chair, lowered his eyes, looked at the restrained Drow in front of him, and smiled: "In this case, we may have many common topics."
Following Brian's words, the female drow saw several black tentacles condensed by shadow energy under the firelight, twisting like poisonous snakes in the shadow behind the half-elf slave, swing.
"You...this, this is..."
Looking at the tentacles emerging from the shadows and swimming in front of them, the female drow's complexion instantly became stiff.
As a drow wizard, she certainly knew what it was. At this moment, when she looked at Brian, her eyes finally flashed with a hint of subconscious fear.
But soon, she came back to her senses, snorted coldly, raised her head arrogantly, and looked at the half-elf slave in front of her with disdain in her eyes.
“I thought you would be an interesting male, but it turns out you are just a male dog in heat. Hum, slave, you can do whatever you want to me, but if you think you can make me surrender, That's simply stupid."
She smiled coldly, "Don't worry, any harm you bring to me today, I will pay you back tenfold..."
< br>"Really? Then you should have read this book."
Brian picked up a book on the table, looked at the female drow entangled in spider silk in front of him, and said curiously:
"The book "Shadow Energy Septet" explains the knowledge of the art of tentacles in detail. You said that if I let this pile of tentacles and let them penetrate any part of your body, what do you think of these tentacles? What would it feel like to have cold tentacles made of shadow energy?”
Brian’s voice was very soft, but in this sealed stone room, it was heard very clearly, even with a hint of faintness. echo.
"If you dare to do this, Mistress Jonara will not let you go. You...you are looking for death!" The female drow's expression changed. She could no longer pretend, with a scarlet gaze. There was an obvious feeling of panic and fear.
"How about giving it a try?" Brian looked at every part of her body thoughtfully.
In fact, when he saw that the knowledge about tentacles was introduced in such detail in this book, he thought that these female drows would be good at this.
Only now did he understand that they were also afraid sometimes.
This trick should be useless against those old drivers, he couldn't help but think maliciously.
"Don't mess around, I will cooperate with you."
Looking at the other party's unscrupulous eyes, the drow finally panicked. She lowered her proud head, feeling as if she was a slave. , gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "You will regret what you did today!"
"That's more like it. If you had said this earlier, there wouldn't have been so many things."
Seeing that his threats had a good effect, Brian took out a parchment scroll, picked up a quill, and began to record all the information about Santila and the spells that the female drow revealed to him.
(End of this chapter)