high castle elves

Since Gondor left, the atmosphere in the cave has become a little solemn.

Everyone is busy doing their own thing. Alamir is busy starting to communicate with people in other rooms remotely through the Psychic Crystal Servant. The Desire Demon is busy writing one blank contract after another. The snake demon who likes moisture also takes off his clothes outside. robe, six arms stretched out, always thinking about cutting something. The tauren on one side was "playing" with Milsi, and was pecked by the latter. Link opened a book of spells made of unknown leather. Books are being studied.

As for Senior Sister Red Dragon and her priest Silina, they naturally disliked moisture and darkness, so they huddled aside listlessly. Silina took over Alamir's work and massaged Red Dragon with piety and excitement. And get your nails done.

These evil creatures are not fools. They can obviously see that Barbara is in a bad mood, and Alamir is nominally aloof from Barbara, but he still values ​​her very much.

So for the first time, they did not disturb Barbara. Even Shaksaya, who loved talking about the lowly drow and threatening and intimidating Barbara, had the good sense not to disturb her.

"Tell your master that the meeting has begun." An hour later, just as Alamir, who was rejected and ridiculed again, regained his mental power, and then had to endure the evil thoughts of the drow who poured out to him in the cave. , outside the darkness outside the door, a condescending voice suddenly appeared.

The one who came was a female drow, who was also the priest of a small family in the city. Looking at the entire city of Nesad, only the elite team of the first family would have such luxury and have a female drow priest as a slave.

Although this female drow is only a low-level priest, and her strength is not even as strong as the weakest clown Qiao Li in the Bingzi Branch, what this female slave represents is more of a symbol of strength and power.

The Flower of Nessad, this team of the First Family is named after the city of Nessad, and its captain is the high-ranking priest known as the Flower of Nessad, Flotte Quiven, which shows the pride and strength of this team. .

One of Wululu's previous hosts was one of her brothers, the psychic warrior Kankenriel Kuiwen.

She can almost be regarded as the default champion, and as the strongest among the second generation of Nesad City, everyone thinks that she will be the next candidate for the first matriarch of the house.

Therefore, it is perfect for her to host and organize this gathering where the second generation imitates their matrons.

As outsiders, Alamir and the others were the last to receive the invitation. When they walked out of the cave fully armed and covered under black spider silk robes, Alamir understood the reason for this.

At this time, the hall of the Skinning Cave was no longer as dark as before. Strange dark purple magic fireworks flashed in the stone basins, and the braziers placed throughout the hall brought an ambiguous dark purple color to the cave. .

In the middle of the hall, the real talkers of each team and their team members formed a circle, with a huge demon fire stone basin in the middle.

However, there seemed to be no place for them, or for Laksata who was leading the group.

Just when they were going out, a team of the third family in the crowd walked out of a drow warrior. His blue scimitar flashed with the same blue poison. Under the dark purple light, it exuded a deadly beautiful color.

The drow warrior did not speak, but blocked the way of Alamil and others, looking at Alamil provocatively.

Even Alamir, who didn't understand Drow, now understood what was going on - if he couldn't show a certain level of strength, the opponent wouldn't give him a "position", and would even think he was a weakling and attack him in groups. .

And the Flower of Despair team of the third family, which had just had a "grievance" with him and was so powerful, was a knife that couldn't be more suitable.Although they had just reached a secret agreement, they did not mind killing a "lowly male member" of the other party to prove their strength and cruelty.

"You really look like a surface elf..." The drow warrior looked arrogant and said the top "foul language" among the drow.

Then, the sword light arrives!

The drow present couldn't help but sigh, they really deserve to be from Menzoberranzan. The people in the damn big city are so arrogant. Seeing the strong murderous aura that suddenly erupted from the entire team, they felt that the people in this big city really valued them more." Damn honor”.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. At this moment, Alamir looked at the drow in front of him and felt a sudden murderous intention.

Especially after he glanced at Gondor's thoughtful expression, Alamir's sword became faster.

The drow opposite was extremely fast and was also a mid-level drow warrior. He launched an attack on Alamil at almost the same moment, and was even faster than Alamil.

His movement skills are so uncanny that his sword never leaves Alamir's vitals, and it is as if the soles of his feet are oiled. Like a butterfly in a flower, he can always dodge Alamir's sword edge in an instant, minimizing the chance of the scimitar coming into contact with him. The collision of sword edges and the sword being drawn from various incredible angles can be called the fighting art of walking on the tip of the sword.

Justust Siren, this drow's fighting style is called Dangerous Front. It is a style of taking the first shot and reacting quickly. This style takes every inch short and inch dangerous to the extreme. They will quickly bully others. , using their venom-quenched scimitars and strange movements, they can kill their opponents in a flash while flashing and moving.

Opponents who fight in this style will always have the feeling that they will kill the opponent if they are just a little bit short, but if they are just a little bit short, many times it will be clear that the next second their sword edge will penetrate into the opponent's heart or throat. , but before that, the opponent's faster and weirder scimitar had already cut his own throat.

In this close-up death waltz, Drow, who is proficient in the dangerous peak style, is the most skilled dancer, and also the most deadly and selfless warrior, because in this exciting close-up confrontation scene, if you don't pay attention, you will be yourself. death.

Swords and scimitars were clashing, and even though the movements of both sides were strange, the sound of clanging could be heard continuously. As the two fought faster and faster, the continuous clanging sounds sounded like one sound.

In close combat, the angle of attack, the sound of wind and the environment underfoot, all kinds of inconspicuous factors will be amplified and become fatal factors. In this kind of death dance where the heartbeat is played, it is obvious that the drow opposite is more suitable. .

At this time, Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship played a big role. He emphasized the basics and allowed Alamir to maintain standards every time he used his sword. Even in this dangerous environment, Alamir's sword moves did not deform.

"You are a good prey." The knife struck Alamil's chest from bottom to top. After being blocked by Alamil's sword, the drow seemed to whisper in Alamil's ear.

"The poison is good." Alamir praised softly, still appearing as if nothing had happened.

"Really..." An evil light flashed in the opponent's eyes, and the light of the knife in his hand became more and more detailed.

It turns out that his biggest reliance is poison! !

Although Alamir was wary of the drow's ability to quench and poison, and was particularly careful with his poisoned blade, he still fell victim to it.

Who would have thought that this drow's poison would come from his body! ! !

As the battle intensified, Alamir suddenly smelled a fragrance. Because his pores were open during the fight, Alamir had no time to pay attention to the rapid exchanges, so when he reacted, he only felt severe pain all over his body.

So he had to spend more time using his skills to suppress and discharge the poisonous gas. Under the ebb and flow of one another, although he could be distracted, his attacks became more defensive and evasive.

"Do you know a female drow named Edwin..." Looking at the drow covered in poison, Alamir couldn't help but think of a more dangerous female pharmacist.

The only answer to him was a more dangerous attack.

Seeing Alamir becoming more and more eager to distance himself, the drow opposite showed a cruel and happy smile on his face.

The other side is scared.

It's time to end all this, Scimitar Drow thought viciously, watching Alamir and his own attacks enter a strange dynamic balance, so he activated his intermediate awakening "potential"!

In other words, from the very beginning, his power has been silently surrounding Alamir, waiting for the moment to show his fangs and give him a fatal blow.

The ultimate secret skill, Yuan!

Seeing the opponent's sudden momentum, Alamir clenched the sword in his hand with a determined look.

Because he knows that only after passing this test can they truly be qualified to join!