The candlelight flashed for the last time, and finally disappeared into the tears of wax.

The darkness swallowed the curled figures on the bed and every corner of the house.

A long sigh...

Santila put her hands on her knees and her chin against her knees, savoring everything in her dream.

In fact, she rarely dreams. Even if she does it, she will almost forget everything after waking up, even after having a nightmare.

But this time, she remembered some details deeply.

In her dream, she saw Elise, a goddess who had already fallen drow, was in the forest, bathed in the moonlight, and her head was covered by a pergola woven by white-green moonstones hanging over the top of her tree.

The goddess was naked, with silver-white ankle-length hair sliding like running water over the goddess' black satin-like skin.

Two silver swords were suspended in the air on both sides of their hips. Their silver blades trembled slightly, and their voices were mixed with each other, just like the loud singing of women, playing speechless tunes.

Her eyes are the ultimate memory of these mortal women: the changing blue light in their pupils can only be found in the moonstone.

Despite the goddess' perfect face and confidence in her sky blue eyes, what impressed Santira the most was her tearful and suffocating voice.

A sense of inexplicable sadness that surged in her heart made her unwilling to look at the kind goddess again, but forced her eyes to the other goddess of the Drow Elves, "Spider God Queen".

She sat upright on the dull iron throne, the bloated ball throne supported by eight feet like a bulging belly.

Above her, the tortured soul was filled with the scorching black and purple sky.

Rose is in the form of her drow incarnation, her bark-like skin is wrapped in clothes woven by spider silk until her shoulders, deep into her long bone-white hair.

As she spoke, a tiny red spider gushed out of her mouth, and then fell through Rose's lower lip to the web of hair, which swayed in the breeze full of stench.

The red light in Luo Si's eyes was the reflection of the hell fire in the hell spider web, and this was also the only place where she shone.

Darkness enveloped her like a cloak.

The two goddesses' eyes leaped across a huge gap, and stared at each other through a portal.

The portal stood between the goddesses' planes, Rose and the long-fallen Elise, mother and daughter, the God of Darkness and Cruelty of the Drow Elves, and the God of Light and Mercy.

A chess board crosses the portal between the two deities.

"We personally enter the board and play this game."

"In a battle of life and death, the winner will get everything, and God, Io, will be the witness of our bet."

...

Santila shook her head and forcibly dispelled the distracting thoughts in her mind.

Out of instinctive prevention, she didn't want to know what everything in her dream represents. She just wanted them to float away like smoke, that's all.

No matter how much Queen Rose, the kind goddess, the battle of life and death in the chessboard, is not as important as her own business.

She cheered up, and a confident and familiar smile appeared on her pretty sad face. She reached out and closed her long hair, then got out of bed and changed her clothes, ready to go out.

Today is a special day.

The once-in-a-thousand-year City of Ancient Orence has arrived.

On this day, the tribesmen in the city will visit their family's residences or hold picnics in the wilderness, and even invite their families who usually fight to the death to the death to have dinner together with a smile to celebrate the arrival of the festival.

At the banquet, a solemn toast was first paid tribute to Rose, then to the ancient Orence City, then to the founder of the family to which the diner belonged, and finally to the favorite ancestors or fallen heroes in the related families, and telling about their great achievements.

The most important thing is.

It is said that on this day, the Spider-God Queen Rose will stroll among her people, listening and judging her people by any gender, age, appearance, or mortal image of any race.

Since no one can guarantee that the stranger passing by must not be the incarnation of the Spider God Queen Rose.

Therefore, on the day of the City Building Festival, there are no strangers or slaves passing by, and the Zoer family will refuse to entertain and eat.

Instead, they will be enthusiastically invited to sit down and share food and try to meet any requests they make.

Because if their hospitality is very satisfied with Rose, she will use magical power, weaknesses, small but permanent changes in the other party's body, or magical items to reward those who please her.

Similarly, if the hospitality is not good, she will turn food and drink into deadly toxins, killing all the entire family that stimulates or angers her.

If when a certain Drow Elves talks about her preference and Rose happens to hear or pass by, she sometimes appears in the true image of a dead hero, responding to the speaker with silent hand or expression, as if they are still alive and can hear what they are saying.

Of course, she would use these illusions to encourage Zhuoer to take on the tasks she hopes the other party will take on, or make the decisions she hopes the other party will make.

Santila couldn't help thinking curiously.

If on this day, a stinking goblin asked the Tuckers family's mistress to wash his feet or sleep with him, would this vicious old bastard agree?

A smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. For some reason, she suddenly had the intention of finding a goblin to try it out.

After thinking about it, she shook her head again, and finally did not choose to put her ideas into action.

Because she has another more important thing now, she needs to verify it personally.

In the northwest of the ancient city of Orence, there is the most chaotic trade fair.

The purpose of most people coming here is to trade goods that are strictly prohibited, while merchants from hundreds of races do business in dangerous environments.

It is said that this was once the burial place of some destroyed first family of their Zoer race.

For centuries, many unmanaged ruins have become home to other more dangerous creatures.

From time to time, treasure hunters will also come to find undiscovered wealth hiding places.

Most of these explorers left behind piles of rotten bones, which strongly proves the traps and monsters that are still wandering in the family's burial place.

Santila easily walked through the dark tunnel, the magic elf boots weakened her footsteps, and the elf cloak helped her hide her figure.

In the intricate tunnel, she suddenly found a faint blue halo.

This is a magic warning, which can only be discovered by wizards born with magical talent and hard training.

She left the main tunnel leading to the trade fair and approached carefully.

She saw the terrifying blue light like a glowing scroll, obscuring the entrance to the cave.

Santila, who was invisible, looked around and noticed several kobolds, orcs and goblins walking while discussing which Dower family to go to eat and drink.

They passed by her as if nothing had happened, without noticing the strange situation here and the blue halo of the cave.

This made her realize in an instant that this was a magical aura that only a wizard could see, and the blue aura emitted could not illuminate the surrounding scenes at all.

She hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to take the risk of breaking the ban.

Finally, curiosity overcame the fear in her heart. She temporarily threw what she wanted to do aside in advance and began to carefully observe the restriction on the sealed entrance. Then she whispered and summoned an elf flame ball.

As expected, the moment she summoned the flame ball, the blue forbidden light began to sway strongly and weakly, which made her realize that this was just the simplest illusion.

A smile appeared on the corner of Santira's mouth, she took off the fireball and walked in as if nothing had happened.

In the spacious tunnel, the corpses of goblins, kobolds and ogres were scattered, and the floors and walls were covered with blood and dark red blood clots that had been dry for a long time.

Seeing this situation, Santira was a little disappointed.

Because this looks more like an ordinary cave, it is completely impossible for any unknown treasure to exist.

She covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves, waved her hand to drive away the disgusting stench, and then landed her blue eyes on a dead goblin corpse, carefully observing, trying to find out whether their cause of death came from the uneven internal strife of the spoils.

She raised her foot and kicked the body, and found that the little guy's head was neatly cut open.

The humble helmet and bones were cut cleanly, and the edges on both sides were smooth, as if they were ground by a master of gem cutting.

Then, she looked at the thigh of an ogre that belonged to a huge ogre. As she guessed, the incision at the thigh joint was also very smooth.

Obviously, all the corpses here should be done by a person with superb swordsmanship, almost all killed with one blow, without any resistance.

What a sharp sword, so fast sword technique, she thought in surprise.

In her impression, I am afraid that only the martial arts masters of various major families can achieve this level.

For some reason, Brian's figure appeared in her mind for some reason.

He seemed to be a master of swordsmanship, and the weapons Brian wore were the result of her careful selection for him.

If he had to do it, could he do it to this extent? She couldn't help but guess curiously.

When she mentioned him, her thinking suddenly became a little confused.

Because the purpose of her trip was to confirm whether Brian had escaped.

From some secret channel, she learned that several Rose priestesses and drow warriors died in the Spider Cave.

This proves that Brian has escaped according to the plan they had agreed on in advance.

However, more than 20 people were killed in the resentful cave of the transformed spider-turned elves, including eight low-level priestesses of Rose.

It is said that even the maid of the queen of God, Wax Mercedes, was kicked over the altar by the intruder, and then was forcibly driven back to the lower plane with humiliation.

The scene must be very interesting, Santila thought to herself that she had almost thought of the funny appearance of the wax melting demon flapping at the intruder, but she could not helplessly.

This naked blasphemy naturally attracted the extreme attention of the top leaders.

Some of Rose's high-level priests even summoned the Wax Melt Demon just to find out the location of the blasphemer.

However, what is greatly disappointing is that the other party disappeared out of thin air, and there was no news.

According to the survivors, they only knew that the person who broke into the forbidden area was a half-elf wizard, and when he was desperate, he jumped into the deep valley with the cracks in the abyss.
To be continued...