In the nests decorated with rare treasures and twisting tunnels, among the loud waterways and huge caves, creatures in the dark areas built their homes.

Among the countless beautiful and dangerous underground kingdoms, the most beautiful and sinister one is the dark city of the Drow Elves.

After half a month's journey, Brian, who was a prisoner, under the leadership of the Drow wizard and escorted by a group of Drow elves warriors, he came to the once familiar Drow City - the ancient city of Aurence.

With the help of the soft magical glory, he stared at a delicately crafted arch, and after the arch, two huge spiders quietly guarded the place.

The familiar sight reminded him of some detailed information about the most serious race in the inclined.

He had to think about it because it was the key to his survival.

He must seek a glimmer of life in the chaos of the drow elves.

In life in the city of Drow Elves, the Spider God Queen Rose, the God of Chaos worshipped by Drow Elves, incites endless chaos, and in order to please himself, prevent complacency and out-of-control pride, or avoid the rise of hostile faith, the Drow Elves are endlessly fighting for power and status.

The drow elves here, whether nobles or civilians, live, work, plan, entertain, and "love each other" together.

The only thing they are in the same way as their relatives on the surface is the overflowing art, the exquisite craftsmanship of armor and decoration in family architecture and public places.

Like the elves living on the surface, they have surprisingly similarities in magic and artistic attainments, as well as their strong pride in their own fighting skills.

However, for the Drow elves, their innate elegance and excellence have been distorted by the hatred and isolation of countless years, and have been twisted into a horror similar to the elves' ancestors, and have become the shocking elegance and extremely cold-blooded cruelty that is now.

Before a pair of malicious eyes fell on him, Brian appropriately accelerated his pace, mixed in a group of shaking dog-headed slaves, and walked into the city.

Because in recent days, a Zhuoer warrior who has been disliked by him has been observing him in secret, trying to find his troubles, and he has to be careful.

He walked on a wide street decorated with stone art and magic, and countless dim light permeated the streetscape of exquisite buildings and luxurious shops.

The colorful and dazzling light is the innate talent of all drow races: demon fire.

The shop owners on the street use the attractive demon fire to light up the shop's signboards, just like billboards in the night view in the real world, attracting customers to buy and sell their own goods.

In the blacksmith shop not far away, the dwarf who was cobbled by chains cursed and muttered the dwarf words that no one could understand. Under the urging of two fully armed Drow warriors, they repaired exquisite weapons and jewelry for his master.

Two burly, tangled and tangled Taurus warriors acted as guards in front of an extremely tall and magnificent mansion. They stood face to face on both sides of the gate, and their long curved horns formed a deadly arch.

A group of small people hid in the narrow stone nests of the street, their narrow eyes flashed with faint red light, constantly scanning the street anxiously.

Occasionally, a mouse crossing the street would rush out in a hurry, pick up the garbage on the ground, or shovel away the feces left by the underground lizard, and quickly disappear into the shadows.

This is the task of the goblin slaves to keep the streets of the ancient Orence city spotless, and their loyalty to their duties is guaranteed by an ogre with a whip and a hard-headed hammer.

At this time, the streets of the ancient Orence City were busy, with groups of drows coming and going.

The gorgeously dressed Drow nobles wandered leisurely in the wide streets, casually scanning the shops, or resting in a fashionable tavern while sipping the mellow wine shining in the glass goblet.

The city guards rode on the underground lizards in armor and patrolled neatly and orderly.

The Zhuoer merchant whipped the camel beast that looked like a lizard and sent the goods to the prosperous market.

As they arrived, Brian saw the crowds of people rushing out on the streets quickly, giving way to Jonara, the Drow wizard sitting on a magic-driven floating disc in front of him.

I saw her lifting her chin high, as if silently asking everyone to express their respect to her immediately.

That's exactly what's true.

Whether it is the drow elves, underground dwarfs or dwarves on the streets, they nodded and bowed according to their own status.

Just as the noble Drow wizard was intoxicated by the respect and jealousy she deserved, about to float across the street, a goblin immersed in cleaning up the feces of lizards under the ground ignored her passing.

Faced with the goblin's ignorance of himself, a tide of anger flashed through the gradually narrowed eyes of the Drow wizard Jonara.

Her face suddenly changed from emperorly arrogance to extreme anger.

In fact, in Brian's opinion, this goblin slave did not block the other party's way, but its negligence obviously lacked respect for the wizard.

This situation, whether on the surface or the underground world, is ignored by a slave, is intolerable for most nobles.

The only difference is that they vent their anger in different ways.

He saw the Drow wizard driving his floating disc toward the goblins.

When the shadow of the floating disc fell on the goblins who were busy cleaning up the feces, the little guy hummed impatiently and looked up.

It can be seen from its wide pupils that it had seen death approaching so much that it was frightened and unable to move, just like a mouse under a cat's claw.

The wizard Drow stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the trembling goblin.

Accompanied by the rapid low chanting, a group of tiny spiders that make their scalp tingle pounced on the goblins like an ant colony.

They grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye while running until they grew to the size of a fist, and then flocked to the goblins.

In the blink of an eye, the little spider sucked the victim's flesh and blood, turning it into a pile of rags, bones and thick skin.

The wizard Drow snorted coldly and led the family guards and slaves to continue moving forward.

Seeing this situation, Brian, who was mixed in the slave group, slowed down and took a few more glances.

"Why are you in a daze? Go quickly, the bastard fairy on the surface!"

At this time, a Drow warrior wearing a flash mail and a demon cloak quickly came to him, punched him in the stomach, and shouted viciously.

Brian did not resist. He just clenched his teeth and tightened his abdominal muscles to resist, but the punch still hurt so much that he gasped.

He raised his head, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at the back of the Zhuoer warrior who always liked to deliberately find fault along the way, and his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.

He stabilized his mind and observed silently while walking, calculating the steps of the Zhuoer who punched him just now.

When the other party was about to pass by the corpse of the goblin with only rags and bones, he concentrated and thoughts moved.

——"Level 1 Psychic Energy: Star-Material Entanglement!"

A small ball of star energy as big as a palm appeared accurately and accurately under his control on the soles of the Drow Warrior's feet that were about to fall, and disappeared the moment the opponent stepped on it.

Step on smooth astrological energy.

The careless warrior staggered and his body swayed twice before he could stabilize it, but he accidentally stepped on a little spider hidden in a raglid and was still squirming and sucking flesh.

With a disgusting burst, the gluttonous spider splashed on the body of the Drow Warrior.

The trampling and bursting sound was very subtle, but it was still noticed by Jonara, the Drow wizard who was walking in the front.

"This is blasphemy!"

Jonara, sitting on the magic float, turned around and looked at the little spider who was trampled to death, her face twisted with rage.

She pointed to the culprit, Drow, and shouted in a powerful and magical voice: "The creation of the queen who blasphemed God will be executed immediately according to Rose's law!"

Two Drow warriors dressed in the same clothes attacked in front of them like ghosts, and cleanly pulled out their sharp long swords and scimitars.

A sword blade broke the Dower's belly from the right side like lightning, and another scimitar instantly cut his throat.

The attack is extremely smooth, without any drag.

The Zhuoer warrior who had finished the sanction immediately put away his sharp blade and walked forward side by side, allowing his companion's body to lie in an expanding pool of blood.

The whole street became as quiet as death.

Following the team's footsteps, Brian stepped on the right hand that had just hit him with a punch and left silently.

There is no doubt that the drow elves of ancient Orence's worship of the Spider God Queen is deeply rooted, and any intentional or unintentional blasphemer will be subject to fatal judgment.

Shortly after the group left, the crowd watching on the street gradually turned back to their respective attention and were busy with their own affairs.

A group of goblins were also hurriedly clearing the blood and corpses on the ground under the ogre's loud whip, carrying mops and buckets.
Chapter completed!