Green Monster Epic

“Captain Namin, is it your turn to keep watch tonight?”

The night wind gently caressed Coldwind Post, causing the already chilly weather to drop a few degrees, making the two teams of Drow soldiers, who were in the middle of changing guard, furrow their brows involuntarily.

Although the Underdark rarely sees the sun, the internal spaces rarely experience severe cold weather, and the Drow's city-states are mostly located near underground lava rivers or active volcanoes, so they rarely feel cold.

Although, for the strong adult Drow, this bit of cold is nothing to complain about compared to being able to see the sun every day and the colorful surface world.

“I told you not to go against High Priestess Rijana, but you wouldn't listen. Now look at you, huh? It's just playing a game where no one loses out, and you don't lose anything, so why do you keep refusing her! No matter how you look at it, High Priestess Rijana's appearance is outstanding among the female Drow!”

Among the two captains changing shifts, one came down from his post, his face lewd and eyes envious, and quietly spoke to the other colleague next to him.

The Drow named Namin turned slightly, distancing himself from his approaching colleague. Although he didn't say anything, the look on his face clearly rejected the other person's closeness, making the other Drow feel rather bored and sheepishly retract his body.

“Let's go, let's go, everyone worked hard today. I'll treat everyone to a drink at the tavern tonight!!”

The Drow captain, feeling bored, turned his head and shouted loudly at the dozen or so team members behind him.

“Thank you, Captain!!”

“Long live the Captain!!”

A group of team members immediately became excited, flattering and surrounding their captain.

The group walked down towards the castle with their arms around each other's shoulders. Only when they were down the city wall and out of sight of their colleagues above did the captain, whose face had been disgraced by Namin, suddenly turn his head to look at the city wall, his eyes full of jealousy and gloom.

Namin's face was indifferent, constantly scanning back and forth on the city wall, not at all worried that his actions would bring trouble to daily interactions.

Friendship is rare and precious in the Drow world, unless they are companions who grew up together and covered each other's backs in countless slaughters. Otherwise, no other colleague is worth trusting.

Even ordinary colleagues like Namin and the others could betray each other at any time over some small matter or petty interest. Turning against each other is common.

Therefore, Namin didn't bother to engage in superficial pleasantries with these Drow colleagues, especially since the other party was teasing him about the matter of men and women that he cared about most.

However, when he thought of High Priestess Rijana mentioned by the other party, a trace of gloom immediately hung on Namin's firm and handsome face.

In the Drow world, the status of women is much higher than that of men. Almost all the high-level positions in the city-state are controlled by female Drow, especially the priests and clerics who serve the Spider Queen Lolth, who are completely controlled by females.

In addition, the Drow's thin sense of human relations and shame, as well as the Spider Queen's own licentious and ferocious nature, make the Drow community extremely chaotic.

The higher-ups used authority, interests, and other means to wantonly bully the people at the bottom, as well as the countless slaves, treating them as playthings to pass the time, which made Namin, who was thoughtful and still retained a trace of humanity, very uncomfortable.

Even Namin, a dual-wielding swordsman with peak level 15 strength and superb combat skills, an elite existence who had been victorious in countless slaughters of equal rank, was constantly coveted by those licentious female high-ups, who were thinking of ways to kiss him.

But tonight, perhaps, will be a turning point in his life. His colleagues who felt injustice for him before did not know that tonight was actually when Namin took the initiative to request night watch, just to complete an extremely secret mission.

“Woo~ ~ ~ ~”

The cold night wind brought a long howl of wild wolves, and the light of the red moon in the sky was also shrouded by layers of overlapping clouds, making the night even deeper.

As the night deepened, the noise and lights in Coldwind Post gradually died down. After decades of coming to the surface world, the Drow of the Underdark had gradually become accustomed to the good habits of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Of course, there were also night owls who still lingered in taverns and brothels, looking for fun and amusement, and from time to time, shadowy figures shuttled through the city's alleys.

Namin kept calculating the time. The area guarded by his squad was the side gate area in the east of Coldwind Post, extending twenty meters along the city gate to both sides, which was the station of their squad.

Looking around, each of his squad members was full of energy, and a faint green light flashed in their eyes from time to time. That was their racial talent, Darkvision, being passively activated.

“Action!! For the glory of Eilistraee!!”

In the distance, a faint, high-pitched whistle entered Namin's sharply pricked ears. At the same time, a bronze whistle held in his mouth was blown hard, but it seemed to make no sound at all.

The bronze whistle was specially made to emit high-frequency sounds far beyond the reach of most Drow and animals with keen hearing. Only a few of the followers of the Dark Maiden, blessed by her divine grace, could hear the high-pitched tone that Namin was hearing now.

A squad of twelve members seemed to be standing guard in a daze, but in reality, they had been constantly adjusting their functions since changing shifts, allowing them to reach their best state. With Captain Namin's order, the twelve members were directly divided into four, with three people in each team, heading straight to the city walls on the north and south sides.

The vast inner city of Coldwind Post, with these inaudible whistles rising and falling in response to each other, suddenly filled the peaceful inner city with a mysterious atmosphere.

Obsidian and marble overlapped to construct a magnificent temple entrance. Four vargouilles were divided into two pairs, guarding the snow-white and majestic hall door on the left and right.

Their bodies constantly exuded a strong stench. Although they barely maintained a humanoid posture, the scene of their humanoid faces melting from time to time and repeatedly transforming into another face was extremely strange and terrifying.

Suddenly, outside the range covered by the brazier light of the temple, a dozen gray-white rays of light shot swiftly at the four vargouilles in front of them, and a strong killing intent suddenly rose in the field.

The vargouilles reacted extremely quickly. Just as the rays were about to hit their humanoid bodies, their bodies seemed to lose their skeletons, directly turning into puddles of mud, collapsing onto the smooth marble floor with a thud.

“Bold madmen, daring to provoke the glory of our Lord, you deserve to die!!”

The four puddles of mud on the ground kept squirming, reforming into humanoid shapes, while consistent rebukes came from the bellies of these vargouilles.

“Die? That's right, you deserve to die, but that should be you guys!!”

High Priestess Pavra slowly revealed her flowery face, and a magnificent Mind Blast divine spell descended directly from the sky, landing on the head of one of the vargouilles that was slowly growing, immediately causing the other party to lose control again in pain, reforming into a puddle of mud.