Arcane Journey

Chapter 3 Ancient Orens City

Creatures of the Underdark make their home in lairs and winding tunnels adorned with exotic treasures, amidst roaring waterways and gigantic caverns.

Among the countless beautiful and unpredictable underground kingdoms, the most beautiful and sinister is the dark city of the drow elves.

After half a month's journey, Brian, who was a captive, was led by a drow wizard and escorted by a group of drow warriors. He came to the familiar city of drow—the ancient Orens city. .

With the soft magical light, he gazed at an exquisitely carved arch, behind which two huge spiders guarded the place quietly.

The familiar scene reminded him of some detailed information about this most introverted race.

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

He had to find a chance in the chaotic rules of the drow.

In life in drow cities, Lolth, the Spider Queen, the drow god of chaos, instigates endless chaos to please herself, to prevent complacency and out-of-control pride, or to avoid hostile beliefs. The rise of the drow has caused endless struggles for power and status.

The drow elves here, no matter they are nobles or commoners, they live, work, plan, entertain, and 'love each other'.

The only thing they have in common with their surface kin is the virtuosity of art, armor, and decoration that abounds in family buildings and public spaces.

Like the surface-dwelling elves, they share a striking resemblance to magical and artistic attainments, as well as a fierce pride in their fighting skills.

For the drow, however, their innate grace and excellence have been twisted by ages of hatred and isolation into a terrifying resemblance to their elf ancestors, into the astonishing grace and extreme beauty of today. Cold-blooded brutality.

Before a pair of malicious eyes fell on him, Brian sped up his pace appropriately, mixed with a group of wobbling kobold slaves, and walked towards the city.

Because in the past few days, there has been a drow warrior who doesn't like him watching him secretly, trying to find his troubles, so he has to be careful.

He walks the wide streets adorned with stone art and magic, countless dim lights filling the streetscape of fine buildings and luxurious shops.

The colorful and dazzling light is an innate ability of all drow races: demon fire.

The shop owners on the street use the tempting demon fire to light up the shop signs, just like the billboards in the night scene in the real world, attracting customers to buy and sell their products.

In the blacksmith's shop not far away, the surface dwarf, who was chained, cursed and muttered a dwarf language that no one could understand. Under the urging of two heavily armed drow warriors, he repaired exquisite weapons for his master. and jewelry.

Two burly, muscular tauren 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 goblins were hiding in the narrow stone dens of the street, their long and small eyes flashed with a faint red light, and they kept scanning the street eagerly.

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

It's the goblin slave's job to keep the streets of Old Orens spotless, and their devotion to duty is guaranteed by an ogre armed with a whip and a mace.

At this time, the streets of Ancient Orens City were busy, with hordes of drow coming and going.

Gorgeously dressed drow aristocrats strolled leisurely in the wide streets and alleys, glanced casually at the shops, or took a rest in fashionable taverns while sipping the mellow and mellow wine shining in glass goblets.

The city guards rode on armored subterranean lizards, patrolling in an orderly manner.

Drow merchants beat lizard-like camels to deliver goods to the bustling market.

With the arrival of their group, Brian saw the crowds on the street parting quickly, making way for the drow wizard Jonara who was sitting in front of him on the magic-driven floating disc.

She raised her chin high, as if silently asking everyone to pay her respects immediately.

This is the fact.

Whether it was drow, subterranean gnomes or dwarves on the street, they all nodded or bowed according to their status.

Just as the noble drow wizard, reveling in the respect and jealousy she deserved, was about to float through the streets, a goblin, absorbed in cleaning up subterranean lizard droppings, ignored her passing.

Facing the goblin's ignorance of him, an angry red tide flashed from the eyes of the drow wizard Jonara who gradually narrowed his eyes.

Her face suddenly changed from regal arrogance to extreme anger.

In fact, in Brian's view, the goblin slave did not block the opponent's way, but its negligence clearly showed a lack of respect for wizards.

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

The only difference is that each has a different way of venting their anger.

He saw the drow wizard drive his floating disc toward the goblin.

When the shadow of the floating dish fell on the goblin who was busy cleaning up the excrement, the little guy hummed impatiently and looked up.

It can be seen from its dilated pupils that it has seen death approaching, so that it is frightened and immobile, like a mouse under the cat's claws.

The drow wizard pointed at the trembling goblin with his slender fingers.

Accompanied by rapid low-pitched chants, a group of scalp-tingling tiny spiders pounced on the goblin like a colony of ants.

As they ran, they grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they grew to the size of a fist, and then swarmed onto the goblin.

In the blink of an eye, the spiderlings drained the victim's flesh, reducing it to a heap of rags, bones, and rough skin.

The drow wizard snorted coldly, and led the family guards and slaves forward.

Seeing this situation, Brian, who was among the slaves, slowed down and took a few more glances.

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

At this time, a drow warrior wearing flashing mail and a magic cloak quickly came to him, punched him in the stomach, and shouted viciously.

Brian didn't resist, he just clenched his teeth and tensed 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 this drow warrior who always liked to deliberately find fault along the way, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.

He stabilized his mind, and as he walked, he silently observed and calculated the footsteps of the drow warrior who punched him just now.

When the other party was about to pass by the corpse of the goblin, which was nothing but rags and bones, he concentrated his mind and had a thought.

——"Level [-] Psionic Power: Astral Entanglement!"

Under his control, a small cluster of celestial energy the size of a palm precisely appeared on the soles of the drow warrior's feet that were about to fall, and disappeared the moment the opponent stepped on it.

Step into smooth ectoplasmic energy.

The careless drow warrior staggered, swaying his body twice to stabilize, but accidentally stepped on a small spider hidden in the rags that was still wriggling and sucking flesh.

With a disgusting popping sound, the voracious little spider spewed pus and goblin fluids over the drow warrior's body.

The sound of stamping and cracking was very subtle, but it was still detected by the drow wizard Jonara who was walking in the forefront.

"This is blasphemy!"

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

She pointed to the drow warrior who initiated the crime, and shouted with a voice full of strength and magic: "The creation of the Queen of God has been blasphemed, and it will be executed immediately according to Rose's law!"

Two drow warriors in the same attire came before them like ghosts, and drew out their sharp long swords and scimitars cleanly.

A sword edge cut open the drow warrior's belly from the right side like lightning, and another blow of the scimitar cut his throat instantly.

The attack was extremely smooth, without the slightest sloppiness.

The drow warriors who were sanctioned immediately put away their sharp blades and walked forward side by side, leaving their companion's corpse to lie in the ever-expanding pool of blood.

The whole street became deathly silent.

Following the footsteps of the team, Brian stepped on the right hand that had just punched him on the corpse, and left silently.

Undoubtedly, the worship of the spider god queen by the drow elves in ancient Orens city was deeply rooted, and any blasphemer, intentional or unintentional, would be sentenced to death.

Not long after the group left, the crowd of onlookers on the street gradually turned their attention back, busy with their own affairs.

A group of goblins was also under the loud whip of the ogre, with mops and buckets, hurriedly cleaning up the blood and corpses on the ground.

(End of this chapter)