With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open by a pair of small hands.

The solidification in the air was interrupted.

Lu Yu and the little mare followed the sound and saw Dalia pushing the door open and walking in.

"Felix, is this the servant of purgatory you summoned? You're lucky!"

Dalia's face was filled with surprise when she looked at the purgatory war horse, which was nearly two feet taller than Lu Yu.

She really didn't expect that Lord Felix would be so lucky.

Purgatory war horses of this size are rare. Compared with ordinary purgatory war horses, the probability of evolving into a nightmare beast is much higher.

"It's just the devil's blessing."

Lu Yu drew a water drop-shaped symbol on his chest, his face full of piety.

Lucia tilted the horse's head and looked at the summoner called "Felix", and then at the little priest not far away. The surprise in the horse's eyes was well concealed by him.

It felt a very faint threat from the little priest.

Although this threat was not as severe as the devils from the lower plane, it still stimulated the horse hair on its neck to stand up one by one.

"Felix, what is the identity of this little priest named 'Dalia' and what is her strength?"

Lucia's voice sounded in Lu Yu's mind.

"Legendary level divine priest, what, are you afraid?"

Lu Yu also responded telepathically and gave the bully little mare a white eye.

Lucia didn't even care about Lu Yu's contempt.

As a purgatory creature of the evil camp, isn't it as simple as eating and drinking water to surrender to the strong, bully the weak and fear the strong, and act according to the wind?

Ignoring Lu Yu who was standing aside, Lucia took small steps, like the horses participating in the dressage competition on the blue star, and came to Dalia's side gracefully.

Then, the little mare lay on the ground with its limbs curled up, opened its mouth, gently bit the hem of Dalia's dress, and carefully pulled her towards him.

"This is?"

Dalia turned her head in confusion and silently asked Lu Yu beside her with her eyes.

Facing Dalia's questioning eyes, Lu Yu's face turned darker than a pot of coal.

He naturally understood what this little mare meant. She wanted to be a mount for Miss Dalia!

Seeing Lu Yu's ugly expression of "he was hesitant to speak, he was still hesitant to speak", Dalia suddenly understood something, immediately smiled "Puff", squatted down, stretched out her slender hands and rubbed Lucia's active

The horse's head stretched out.

"No, Purgatory also pays attention to the spirit of contract. Don't worry, even if you follow Mr. Felix, you will have a chance to advance into a nightmare beast. As the Chosen One, his growth rate even surprised Father God.

"

What is the Chosen One?

Lucia didn't understand, but she heard the warning and hidden meaning in the little priest's mouth, so she reluctantly got up and came to Lu Yu's side, stretched out her tongue and licked the back of Lu Yu's hand.

"Huh, Felix, right? For the sake of this pastor lady, I will follow you temporarily."

Lucia paused and then added: "Miss Ben, I don't want any extraordinary level horse gear, but it must be magic equipment. If you can't even do this, then you'd better kill me and find another one."

Let a hell horse be your mount."

Well, as for magic equipment, if you work hard on your own, you can still complete it within ten days.

Lu Yu comforted himself like this.

Dalia stood up and gave Lu Yu an encouraging smile.

"Come on, Lord Felix, if you want to achieve perfect coordination with this purgatory horse, you still need to do a lot of work!"

As soon as he heard what Dalia said, the little bit of fighting spirit that Lu Yu had just raised through Ah Q's Spiritual Victory Method suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Just as the little vampire priest said, if you want to achieve perfect coordination, you still need to learn a lot of expertise.

,,,……

Lu Yu suddenly let out a wail when he thought of the expertise that needed to be redeemed and learned.

Contribution points, when can they be used?

…………

About two hundred kilometers underground from the Emerald Castle.

The Underdark.

Liana was in a very bad mood. She was playing with the short staff in her hand, which was given to her by the little vampire priest.

Ever since she accepted the help of her Majesty and brought back a batch of good-quality equipment, she has not been in a good mood.

As a drow who grew up surrounded by conspiracy and betrayal, Liana was mentally mature enough to know that her crown's help could not be free.

There are three pieces of advice circulating in drow society: first, all efforts need to be repaid; second, free is the most expensive; third, don’t believe the generosity of Ms. Taimora, her gifts have long been hidden

The price is indicated.

As a result of his efforts, it is understandable that His Majesty should ask for something in return.

The reason why Lianna is unhappy is because of the opposition of her mother, or the matriarch of the family. In her eyes, surface creatures cannot be trusted, especially humans who are the leaders of surface society, and they are even more untrustworthy.

It seems that as an underground race, the drow should be so vigilant.

But Liana felt that her mother had made a mistake. The person who reached out to them was not a human being, but a demon god who could continuously summon the so-called "chosen ones". But no matter how she explained it,

Her mother didn't believe it, and the stubborn old woman insisted that the owner of these equipment was a human.

Because the so-called Seventh Demon God had already perished in the catastrophe of the Saint just like the dark girl they believed in!

But, is it really good to refuse the invitation of such a demon?

Lianna had unspeakable worries in her heart.

A drow warrior wearing a cloak and holding a long bow came from a distance. When he saw Lianna leaning on the wall of the village, he stopped immediately, turned around and walked in her direction.

Liana ordered the village door to be opened to let the warrior in, and then scanned the surroundings without leaving a trace, and then asked in a low voice: "Perun, how is the situation? Is there any new movement from the guy over there?"

Perun, the eldest son of his mistress, Lyanna's eldest brother, the family's martial arts master, a drow warrior and assassin.

Perun walked to Lianna's side, lowered his head slightly, stared at the ground, and said solemnly: "They have no intention of launching an offensive yet, but I noticed that many drow were sent out, it seems.

Go find reinforcements."

In drow society, the status of women is much higher than that of men. When men talk to the opposite sex who has the same or higher status than themselves, they are not allowed to look directly at each other and can only lower their heads to express submission.

Even a kind-hearted dark girl cannot change the deeply ingrained traditions in drow society.

"Damn it, we have to evacuate!"

Lianna angrily let out a low growl of dissatisfaction from her throat.

Perun was silent for a moment and sighed: "Since we came back, the population of the tribe has decreased by eleven. If this continues, the situation will become worse and worse, and may even be completely buried by those damn spider believers.

it's here."

There was still a word left in his heart.

Among the eleven people who died, there were eight male drow warriors!

In drow society, only female drow can become priests, warlocks or mages who worship gods, while men can only become low-status warriors, such as warriors, rangers or rogues, becoming a barrier to female drow.

But after these years of escaping and fighting, there are fewer than thirty male drow in Liana's group.

If this continues, those female drow priests in high positions will face the enemy's cold blades and poisoned crossbows!

Liana punched the wooden wall with a dull fist, but said nothing.

She didn't know what to say.

Her mother, the matron of the tribe, has been leading the tribe to avoid being hunted by Rose's followers after the death of the Dark Maiden. Although her experience has made her more stubborn and old-fashioned, as a leader who has led her tribe to escape from Rose's followers countless times.

As the leader of the ethnic group, her prestige and majesty have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and almost no one dares to question her decision face to face.

If Liana hadn't seen that crowned prince with her own eyes, and the life of the tribe had become increasingly difficult, she would never have had the courage to question her mother's decision.

"Martial Arts Chief, Third Miss."

A drow female appeared not far away. She looked at the other people around her and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, the mistress, please come over and say that there are extremely important matters to discuss."

Lianna and her brother looked at each other, doubts flashing in their eyes.

Something extremely important?

Could it be that my extremely stubborn and old-fashioned mother has figured it out?

Perun nodded to Liana, jumped down from the fence, and walked towards the largest wooden house in the middle of the camp.

That's where the top leaders of the ethnic group discuss things.

By the time Lianna walked into the wooden house, a lot of people had gathered in the huge room, most of them female drow. As for male drow like Perun, there were not even double digits.

Sitting on the high chair in the middle is a delicate-looking female drow elf matron wearing a priest's robe with silver patterns.
To be continued...