Chapter 15 The Revengeful Crow
Because they are needed there?
In Santila's opinion, this explanation was too simple and perfunctory for her to understand.
If she gets serious, she will be a drow who is very good at analyzing subtext and motivations.
So she took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked into Brian's eyes seriously and intently.
For a moment, Santila glimpsed a fleeting sadness in the battle mage's eyes, like obsidian blocks suddenly shining in the dark underworld.
It came and went so quickly, Santila doubted Brian was even aware of it.
A strange person with a contradictory heart, she secretly made an evaluation of him.
It is hard to imagine that one person can be compatible with many complex qualities such as sympathy, pity, kindness, cunning, wisdom and ruthlessness at the same time.
"To be honest, I envy you adventurers who can travel everywhere." Santila was silent for a long time, sighed and said in an envious tone.
She said while stroking her thick long hair.
The white hair hanging down to the side of her face silently blocked her from the strange smile and the shimmering cunning eyes that climbed onto her pretty face.
"There is nothing to envy."
Brian did not notice, or in other words, he did not pay attention to the expression of the drow wizard, "You are a wizard, grow up After you get up, you can learn many portal spells to cast freely. As long as you use them properly, you can go anywhere you want. "
"It's useless."
Santila shook her head, "Teleportation spells are as precious as magic gems. In ancient Orens, magic secrets are carefully preserved and stingy in sharing. This is not just a matter of greed, but for survival.
The masters who teach this kind of magic in the Warlock Academy carefully control any knowledge in this area. Moreover, they are also treacherous guys. Many portals have hidden requirements and secret restrictions, and they cannot be entered or exited on a whim. ."
"That's it." Brian nodded thoughtfully.
It can be seen that the other party has probably thought of this method a long time ago, but has been unable to put it into action.
As Santila said, many portals have hidden requirements and secret restrictions. If you are not careful, you will lose your life or fall into the trap of others.
What's more, the city of Ancient Orens is a drow city full of conspiracy and betrayal.
It can be seen from this.
This rebellious and willful drow is more cunning and smart than imagined. The fact that she can survive to this day has nothing to do with the invisible deterrent effect of her father, the chief mage, and her own way of doing things. It also has a lot to do with it.
Thinking of this, an immature idea emerged in his mind.
“After my rite of passage, I guess.”
Santila said sadly, "My free and unrestrained life is very likely to come to an end. They will definitely let me go to the Warlock Academy to further my studies and learn the true way of drow."
"They will Is the idea of important to you?" Brian asked tentatively.
"To be precise, it is important for my survival." Santila answered frankly.
Brian looked at her and was silent for a long time before speaking quickly, "Don't you have other choices?"
"Go to the surface?" Santila asked. He started, shook his long hair, and showed a sarcastic smile.
"That is indeed good, but what next? What will dawn bring? I will be hated by every human and elf under the sun, and be rounded up by them. With my current strength, it is impossible to protect myself, so what is the point of searching? The Lost Walking Temple."
"That's true," Brian agreed dryly.
He was a little sympathetic to the plight of this bright-minded drow girl.
In fact, she is not the only drow who longs for the surface world.
In the city of Menzoberranzan in the north of the continent, a drow once escaped from the underground and successfully integrated into the life of the surface world.
However, this drow ranger with a kind and bright heart is much luckier than Santila.
Because when he left the underground, his strength was close to the legendary level, and his profession was not a wizard with great restrictions.
All he had to do was adapt to the sunlight on the surface and chop along the way with two scimitars.
Drow wizards are different. The Underdark is filled with a special magical energy that the drow calls leyline radiation.
This arcane power of unknown origin can be traced back to an ancient elven magic when the drow were exiled from the earthly world.
Drow and other Underdark creatures use the properties of leyline radiation itself to defend their settlements, or to cast magic and craft magical equipment.
This means that when drow wizards leave the underground world where they live, their spellcasting methods affected by the radiation energy of the earth's veins will also be severely restricted in the surface world.
“Look at this.” Santila reached out and grabbed the corner of the cloak and showed it to him.
“As long as I am in the surface world, the magic power of magic equipment is dimming every moment. Far away from the radiation of the earth's veins in the Underdark, its magic power will disappear quickly, and the spells I rely on for survival will also be greatly weakened.
Here, I can walk quietly, no one can see me. Under the sunlight on the surface, I am vulnerable, everyone can see, my weapons, my armor, and All my casting materials will be melted by the sun.”
"Then you can try to learn a new way of survival." Brian suggested to her cautiously.
"In fact, this is exactly what I fear."
Santila whispered desperately, "You don't understand at all, let me abandon my talents, forget the drow culture, It is a bit too cruel for me to give up the drow magic that I have learned for more than 20 years and start over in the surface world."
"Each of us must follow the path of our own choice. ."
Brian criticized her gently, "Since you have regarded walking in the temple as a great mission in your life, you must go forward
Don't forget that the magic we control is a mysterious and powerful force that countless arcane seekers have spent their lives trying to understand. Believe in the power and knowledge of the arcane and it will help you overcome any obstacles. "
"Remember, in the vast starry sky and universe, there will always be a star of your own, which will guide you through the unknowable darkness. "
As he spoke, he came to Santila's side.
Then he stretched out his hand, and the magic shackles, keys, maps and scrolls all fell into his hands.
Unconsciously, the two of them had been chatting for a long time and he had to leave.
"Brian, thank you."
Santilla raised her head, stood up, looked directly at him with her sky-blue eyes, and gave him her most charming smile, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry again Once again, I took advantage of your overflowing compassion."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brian suddenly felt the magic shackles he had just put on, and the indescribable magic energy surged out amidst the jingling sound.
He felt an unparalleled weakness rushing through his body, and finally his whole body went limp and he fell weakly on the soft bed.
She did some tricks on it, which was the first thought that came to Brian's mind.
Thinking of this, he turned his hand and immediately took out the key, trying to open the shackles that restricted magic.
However, to his disbelief, the key turned out to be a fake.
This means that from the moment Santila entered the room, she had already begun to plot against herself.
Brian secretly cursed himself for being so careless, and then raised his head with difficulty, pretending to be calm and looking at Santila.
The drow girl sat in front of him, met his gaze proudly, and let out a clear and melodious laugh, mocking but not malicious, "Relax, dear Brian, I finally let you You fell into my hands not just to kill you again with a fireball.”
Brian relaxed, because it was really difficult for him to concentrate his strength at this moment.
This made him realize that he was not only subject to forbidden magic, but also a debilitating spell that lost his power.
Fortunately, he could sense that this cunning drow girl meant no harm.
He thought comfortingly.
“Now, do you still think,” Santila leaned next to Brian and said in a frivolous tone, “that I am a stupid crow who can’t even sing well?” “No.”< br>
Brian shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "At this moment, you look more like a vindictive crow that spits at passers-by."
"So what?" Santila Carelessly stroking the hair on his forehead, he blew into his ear and said softly, "It is the nature of us drow elves to hold grudges."
Brian shook his ears and was teased. Got itchy hair trying to stop her harassment.
He was too lazy to chat with her and went straight to the topic, "You have something to say."
"That's not okay, I can't be so cheap to you." Santila seemed to have thought of something, her pretty face turned purple with anger, and she said angrily:
"Don't forget to be in the wild. What did you do to me in the tunnel, so as a vindictive crow, I must return it intact."
"I did that to make you believe me."
When Brian heard this, he smiled bitterly and muttered to defend himself: "You have also seen it. In fact, I was only joking with you. If you listened to me honestly, how could there be so many things happening."
“But I took it seriously.” Santila looked at him with an eager expression, which really scared Brian.
"What do you want?" Brian lowered his head and whispered weakly.
"To be honest." Santila seemed to enjoy his current appearance. She put away her frivolous expression, raised her chin, and said seriously in a haughty tone:
"If I If you are willing, you would have died instantly just by meeting him during the blood sacrifice ceremony five days ago."
"Of course I know," Brian admitted frankly.
He is not arrogant enough to resist a magical equipment that can kill even a fourth-level wizard.
"But in fact, I didn't choose to do this." Santila continued: "The reason for this is because I have a good impression of you."
"Come on, keep these words to lie. Your Rose's eighth leg." Brian deliberately showed disdain and retorted:
"I'm afraid you have ulterior motives. In my opinion, you just don't want to kill me with your own hands, so Just think of severely injuring me, capture me with a capture bottle, and throw it in front of your magic instructor, so that you can complete your ceremony with the help of others, it’s just wishful thinking.”
Santilla opened her mouth in surprise and looked at Brian in disbelief.
"You don't believe me?" When she noticed his somewhat strange look, for some reason, seeing this slightly disdainful look, an inexplicable panic hit her.
"If I didn't believe you, how could I end up like this?" Brian shrugged with difficulty, sighed, and said helplessly:
"Actually, if you really want it, you can To put it bluntly, there is no need to do this. As long as you ask, I will usually not refuse this kind of thing."
"That's true." Santila breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that what he said was not unreasonable. , so he nodded slightly and reached out to untie his shackles.
As soon as she reached her hand halfway, she seemed to realize something and quickly retracted it.
“I almost got fooled by you.” Santila looked at him happily, showing a playful smile, “I said, there are some things that I must return intact.”
"Finally learned to be smart for once." Brian muttered in a depressed voice.
"That's up to you." He lay directly on the soft bed, looking like he was at the mercy of others.
“Don’t you want to resist?” Santila was shocked by Brian’s actions.
"Then, you said, 'The more you resist, the stronger I will be'?" Brian looked at her angrily and revealed the other person's little idea.
"It doesn't matter, your surrender look makes me feel better."
Santila smiled slightly and said happily, "You gave this sentence to me originally, and I will return it to you now."
"If you have anything else to say, just say it together. , don’t waste everyone’s time.” Brian turned his head to the side and secretly began to gather strength to prepare for a counterattack.
The drow girl sitting on the bed leaned down and stared at Brian with her blue eyes.
She reached out and touched his face, her gentle fingertips outlined his tight lips, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Feeling the breath close at hand, Brian was finally frightened by Santila's actions. He said strong and calmly, "Can I make a request?"
"Okay." Santila nodded slightly.
"The posture must be changed." He made his request boldly and openly.
“No!”
Santila refused sternly and raised her chin arrogantly, “This is my bottom line.”
“Forget it, I refuse. "This deal." Brian firmly refused: "This is also my bottom line."
"But you said no, but your body was very honest."
Santila's slender fingers slid down gently and teased: "Oh, I almost forgot, you gave this sentence to me originally. Now, I'll give it back to you intact."
"To be honest, your changeability really surprises me." Brian no longer resisted the drow girl's intimacy.
"That's right." Santila smiled.
“Didn’t you tell me what life is like? Instead of resisting, why not enjoy it. You also said that it is the nature of our women to be fickle, and they can change their faces faster than taking off their clothes. . I remember these words deeply in my mind.”
"Don't worry."
She looked into his eyes and said softly, "Dear Brian, this is my first time, so I will be very gentle to you. Just as you thought, this You gave it to me at the beginning, and now I give it back to you."
"." Brian was speechless.
I secretly regretted why I deliberately teased her in the wild tunnel.
Just when Santila reached out to lift his chin, Brian, who was waiting for him, his expression condensed, and his body bounced up like a flexible fish.
I saw him stand up in an instant, with the jingling of the chains, stretching out his arms locked by the forbidden magic shackles, and tightly covering Santila's upper body from behind, while cutting off her attempts to attack with her elbows. route.
Brian's legs wrapped around the opponent's legs, causing him to lose the ability to use pedal force.
But what made him depressed was that the weakness spell in himself had not been fully restored, so that it was difficult for him to control Santila's tenacious fighting spirit.
In this unfavorable situation, the girl who was caught off guard quickly regained her composure. She first threw her head back and tried to attack Brian.
Fortunately, Brian had already put his head intimately on her shoulder in advance, and this attack was obviously ineffective.
Then, Santila immediately chose to break Brian's arm with both hands, and tried her best to pull back her chin.
Feeling the pain in his arm, Brian suddenly noticed an unpleasant aura filling his heart.
Because his strength was greatly weakened at the moment, he couldn't even compete with a weak drow girl.
In this stalemate that was not good for him, he saw Santila throwing her thick white hair in his face, then lowering her head and biting his arm.
“Hiss!”
Blaine gasped as a sharp pain hit him.
He cursed in his mind that the other person was a dog, yet he was so cruel. Then he shrank his head in a hurry and bit the other person on the shoulder.
“Yeah”
Santila made a muffled sound of pain, quickly retracted her mouth and gave up resistance.
Brian was naturally embarrassed to continue biting.
"Am I really not attractive to you at all?" Santila rubbed her shoulders and said softly in a weak and resentful tone.
"That's not the case. To be honest, you are very attractive, but you just used it in the wrong way."
Brian said with a smile, "Give me the key and let me teach you. What to do."
Santilla glared at him, waved her hand with a slightly hot face, and the key automatically fell into Brian's hand.
(End of this chapter)