high castle elves

While the creatures in the entire city were busy making sacrifices, there was also a sacrifice going on in one of the most prosperous and chaotic corners of the Drow City.

In the room on the highest floor of the Shenwang Tavern, there are green grass and small white flowers called Windsor. The gurgling water forms a "ring". There is a moon above the head. Under the silver moonlight, nightingales sing among the trees. Even more beautiful than the nightingale's voice is the voice of the elves.

Under the moonlight, the elves are singing, which is a beautiful scene described by the bard that makes people fascinated and makes the gods stop.

Even underground.

In the deliberately built circular waterway, there is a circle of naked drow elves. The dim moonlight makes the black paint on their bodies even more shiny. Their slender bodies, beautiful appearance, expressions of compassion and longing, as if they have not seen each other for many years. Children who meet their parents look forward to their arrival.

And the leader is Lady Windsor!

"A new world awaits you on the surface of the earth, in the great shining place (return to the surface in peace and bask in the sun again, where there are green trees and blooming flowers... ..."

The hymn of the dark maiden flows like water in the room, more sweet than the most beautiful nightingale. As the elves sing, the moonlight in the dark place becomes richer and richer. The moonlight pours down, dyeing the flowing water into a dark silver color.When the song reached its climax, the moonlight blended with the flowing water, becoming indistinguishable from each other. Later, it seemed like the actual moonlight was flowing underground.

Right in the middle of the Ring of Singing and Flowing Water are the “sacrifice” of this group of Eilistraee believers from Nesad City—two senior priests of the Spider Temple!

They were stripped of the noble purple-black spider robes that symbolized sacrifice. The moonlight shone on their mountain. Hysterical anger appeared on their faces, mixed with huge fear. Their faces were distorted, and they were like the one next to them. Compared with the peaceful and smiling Drows, they look like a classic oil painting.

It’s called Judgment and Redemption.

The cruel way is that for the person being judged, the so-called "salvation" is actually the judgment, and it is the most cruel and severe kind.

Especially for these high priests of the drow.

Because they are going through an absolutely long and absolutely painful process!

As the moonlight became more intense, their faces revealed a huge sense of fear and loss, as well as confusion, pain, joy and other compassionate emotions. When the sacrifice reached a climax, a person appeared in the full moonlight. Their skin was smooth and soft, and the phantom of a 9-foot-tall naked female dark elf was above their heads.

She had long flowing silver hair that reached her ankles.Her long hair and the shimmering silver light around her wrapped her whole body in a soft and ever-changing beautiful curtain, and behind her was a long silver sword.

"Praise Eilistraee!!" The believers present shouted enthusiastically, with tears of excitement flowing from their eyes. The expressions on their faces were as if they were talking in sleep, and the sounds they made seemed to be shouting under some extremely pleasurable sensory experience... .........

The image of the dark girl appeared above the two spider priests, and then she pulled out the long sword behind her and waved it gently above their heads...

Stretching - the sound of a broken thread clearly poured into the ears of all drow. The expressions on the faces of the two spider priests became empty. At that moment, they were like two beautiful black dolls, lifeless. .

Then the moonlight shines brightly.

The dim silver moonlight was like a sharp sword ready to go, eager to pierce the "darkness" underground.The rich and dark moonlight shone on all the drow present, and all the drow shouted excitedly!

Praise Eilistraee!

Of course, it also includes the two "sacrifice" - at first, they were like puppets, making hoarse and slow sounds. As the praise became louder and louder, their expressions became more and more enthusiastic, and they sang automatically The hymn of the dark maiden began.

When the hymn ended, a look of fanaticism appeared on their faces, as if they had been followers of Eilistraee since birth!

This is the "sacrifice" of the good God!Compared with evil gods, they both take the souls of pagans into their pockets, but the difference is that one "eats" them all at once, and the other makes the other party "willingly" become a "good people"... ...

For some evil creatures, this behavior is simply more terrifying than death. It is like changing a tiger to a vegetarian diet. This change in "habits" is probably not the greatest pain and torture.

"Good guy, I'm just calling you good guy. Isn't this a forced conversion?" If Alamir were present, he would have screamed in horror, saying he had "rejected" Eilistraee several times. And I am very happy and scared.

The key point is that the magic circle of Eilistraee not only forced the two high-level spider priests to change their faith, but their original power of faith was also twisted into faith in the dark girl.As they knelt down and prayed devoutly to the phantom of the dark girl above their heads, the influence of the dark girl became more solid, as if they were alive!

Of course, if Alamir were present, the surprise on his face might not be greater.

Because he will see an "acquaintance" here that he would never guess, a very familiar face.

"Smitty..." The two spiders, no, the newly born Priest of Eilistraee were naked as if they were new born, looking at a certain middle-level Priest Rose in the crowd, their eyes full of Hatred.

There is actually a spider priest among Eilistraee's followers?He was actually standing next to Lady Windsor unharmed, which was very strange no matter how you looked at it.

What is even more strange is the attitude of the people present towards her. The Eilistraee believers treat her with respect, as if they are looking at a martyred saint, while the two newly joined former spider priests are eager to eat her. Sleeping skin.

Whether it was because of the current opposition between the camps or for some reason, these two drow wanted to kill the spider priest named Smitty quickly.

Their faith was simply distorted by the goddess. Now, whether they want to or not, they can only believe in Eilistraee fanatically. They lost the spider's magic but gained the dark girl's magic, but their memories have not disappeared. !

In other words, they still remember Smitty, who is still the "former subordinate" of the Spider Priest at this moment and betrayed them to Lady Windsor.

"Barbara Zovel, salute you!" The female priest opposite gracefully performed the courtesy of a drow priest, and then looked at the two newly joined "Dathras" with a vicious smile.

This mid-level spider priest who calls herself Barbara Zovel has the exact same face as Barbara. She wears mid-level spider robes and holds a snake-headed whip. A vicious expression appears on her face, which is a complete replica of "Barbara". Bara's drow priest!

If Alamir were here, he would definitely exclaim, remembering the image that appeared in his mind when he first entered the underground and passed the door: it was a drow wearing a black exquisite robe, who looked exactly like Barbara , she was holding a snake-head whip, and the snake head on the whip hissed like a real poisonous snake. There was still blood on her body, with a cruel and cold smile on her face, and she was stepping out of the crypt!

And behind her, stood another acquaintance of Alamir, one of the leaders of the "Dathra Sisterhood" on the surface, the sword dancer Ivansali Naqor. At this moment, she was carrying a big sword, with a sword behind her back. It's a silver Youyue cloak, with an alchemical bomb called Friendship of the Favored One hung around her waist that Alamir taught her to make!

Let's begin... Mrs. Windsor looked at the middle-level spider priest who called herself "Barbara" beside her, with a happy smile on her face.

"It's...my dean." Barbara's clothes slipped silently, and she walked step by step towards the goddess of singing and the ring of flowing water!

The brighter the moonlight becomes, the entire space becomes a silvery color!