crown of stars

No one expected that the revenge of the Spider God Queen would be both subtle and violent.Not long after the group set up camp in Crystal Cave, countless creatures flocked to the camp like a flood.

Nigel wrapped his cloak tightly and stepped through the thick pool of blood. More than a dozen creatures with thin scales and long and narrow skulls like lizards fell to the ground.He picked up the lantern and silently followed behind the large army that was about to set off.

Three days after the arrival of the dark elves, fighting at any time became a daily routine.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to think that the drow were bringing bad luck.In fact, after the Spider Goddess was repulsed, the drow were no longer in the raiding party.At the same time, a rumor quickly spread underground.

In a certain crystal cave underground, a powerful magic item appeared.What's more, it has no owner yet.

Then it evolved into the legend of the birth of the artifact.

People from all walks of life came one after another, and even started a brutal fight halfway, trying to become the master of the illusory artifact.

Of course, the drows and the Messiah fought back heroically, and all the invading enemies were wiped out, and the drows also experienced injuries and downsizing, which made him feel extremely powerless.

There is no doubt that this is the conspiracy of the Spider Queen.She is careful not to confront the Messiah head-on, but instead weaves a web that engulfs irrelevant or related beings.

Nigel walked beside the drow mage Nafin.After a few days of getting along, drow's hostility towards Nafin disappeared, be it consciously or not.Although he was still a little uncomfortable, the half-elf put aside his personal prejudices and humbly asked Nafin for advice.

A large army is assembled at the entrance of the cave, ready to embark on the journey.

Nigel put on his hood, and took a last look back at the abandoned illithid lair, with mixed emotions echoing in his chest.

The tall figure of Messiah walks at the forefront.

"Let's go." Nafin gently tugged on the half-elf's clothes, turning the half-elf's mind from a daze.

The mage originally thought that Nigel was just an ordinary human, but the ears exposed under the twilight-like black hair forced him to face up to the fact that Nigel was an elf, a distant relative of the drow.

This was the first time that Nafin saw a living elf. After the catastrophe that was not described in the history books, the elves mysteriously disappeared from the world. A few elves hid underground, believed in the spider queen, and became the prototype of drow.Except for him, his predecessors and contemporaries can only glimpse the face of the elves from the collection of books.

The curiosity in Nafin's heart was about to overflow. A surface elf entered the ground, malnourished, unable to do anything, and accompanied by powerful alien creatures for protection.

Out of this mentality, Master Drow acquiesced in Nigel's learning from him.

The dark tunnels connect large and small caves in series, evoking the undulating ground floor.The stone walls on both sides are lifeless gray, and the heavy silence fills the ground, hiding incomparable pressure.

The drows were moving fast on the stone road, and Nigel had to run with all his strength to ensure that he would not fall behind.Nafin gave the warrior next to him a look. The drow warrior paused, half supported Nigel and started to run.

They left the Crystal Cave and traveled along a tortuous route. They were expected to rest at the Shadow Lake, and then bypassed another drow city—Serslin City, crossed the Mithril Bridge, and arrived at the Black Iron Bazaar where fish and dragons were mixed.

There is still a long way to go, and it is not easy to pass in a concealed and fast way.

Nigel clenched his teeth, panted hard, tightly grasped the hand of the drow warrior, mechanically followed the pace of the whole team, and his mind was also turbulent due to exhaustion.

The Messiah and the drow felt the power at the same time.

Psyker...

Mage Narfin muttered, thinking of the mission that caused Vecna ​​to fail miserably.

Investigate the cause of the death of the illithid and detect the murderer who killed the illithid.

Only illithids and gray dwarves who can truly use psychic powers freely in the ground, and this elf appeared in the lair of illithids, able to use psychic powers...

The answer is already on the horizon.

Messiah wandered freely among the staggered stalactites, and tilted his head in the direction of the half-elf unobtrusively.

"You're a psyker." Naffin said, his low voice was loud even in the silent tunnel.

"what?"

"You are a psychic, a person who uses psychic power." Nafin patiently explained, it seems that this elf doesn't know anything about professionals.

Nigel calmed down his violent panting, and fell into thought.

"I think I probably understand." Nigel searched his memory and easily came to the conclusion, "Illithid."

"Not only illithids, but all those who wield that kind of power are called psykers." Nafin admired the slaughtered illithids a little. They could break into the kingdom of elves and take away the elves, and escaped unscathed. is a great feat.

Although he was later killed by his current "master".

Nafin thought without integrity, but he didn't know that a beautiful misunderstanding had already occurred.

"Tell me, how can I use it?!" Nigel became excited, staring at Mage Drow sharply.

"You should go to the illithid instead of asking me this question, don't you see that I am a mage?" Nafin responded coldly, Nigel's pursuit of psychic power made him very unhappy as a mage .

The Messiah stood on the stone and gave the mage a blank expression.As if being watched by a giant dragon, Nafin's hairs stood up all over, and the chill rose from his tailbone.

"Oh, well, I said something wrong just now." Nafin immediately softened his attitude, and said softly to the half-elf, "Let's start again. Generally speaking, the thinking of a mage is opposite to that of a psyker. As a mage, I can't guide you to start psionic training. I suggest you find another psionic warlock to guide you."

The razor-sharp gaze moved away from his back.

"I'll never go to an illithid, but I can learn other things from you," Nigel said persistently, and had already begun to implement it during this time.

"Well... Indeed, I have already taught you a lot, even if I have no intention of taking an apprentice."

Nigel was still staring at him, like a fire in the dark tunnel.

"Concentrate and don't fall behind!" Nafin scolded, "When we arrive at Shadow Lake, I'll tell you about some materials."

The drow warriors beside Nigel pulled back the half-elf who had almost fallen.

"If you are really tired, I will teach you a way. Try to mobilize your spiritual energy and imagine that you can overcome physical fatigue. If you can't, then it's another matter."

The half-elf did as he said, and the psychic energy that radiated outwards curled up one after another with the change of will, injecting it into all limbs and bones.The will changed the body, and in an instant, Nigel once again felt the lightness of the soul leaving the body.

The body also became lighter, Nigel touched the ground with his toes, and floated a long distance.

With such a small episode, the atmosphere of the procession was not so dull.Led by Messiah, the mage Naffin corrected the route.The Underdark region is undergoing geographical changes all the time, new formations are constantly appearing, and old caves are being destroyed. No matter how detailed the auxiliary brain records are, it cannot cope with the sudden situation.

During the break, Naffin squatted on the ground and unfolded the map.Nigel held up a lantern and also leaned over to look at it.

The drow mage lay on the ground, commanding a pen to draw out the route he traveled with a red line, and the monsters in each area were marked in detail.The slender red line meanders obliquely downward, turns a corner by the Shadow Lake, goes up to the right, climbs through the shaft, and enters the upper area.

The dark whistle in the distance suddenly issued an alarm. Nafin put away the map and listened for a while.

"It's not a bad thing, maybe there will be fat in my mouth later."

Without giving orders, the drow warriors automatically retreated into the depths of the wide cave, which soon became empty again.

Nigel held his breath, hid in a rock crevice, and looked out through a tiny gap.

It was a caravan that reached the cave.Surface humans and gnomes rode pack animals, and scouts entered the caverns first.This caravan seems to have gone through a fierce battle, and the entourage has varying degrees of claw marks and acid.

All the drow were silent, staring eagerly at the caravan.The water droplets are like a heavy hammer, hitting the stalactites like dragon teeth.

Regardless of the guide's advice, the dwarf caravan couldn't wait to enter the big cave, took out their camping tools, and prepared to rest.The dwarves pitched their tents, and the caravan men unloaded the packs from the pack animals and piled them on the ground.The moonlight crystal illuminated the camp, and the caravan man sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

It looks like a caravan with little experience and no spellcasters.

Nafin relaxed his mind and fell into meditation. The last step of the spell model was constructed in his mind.

Nigel looked at Nafin and blinked, and took out a small bottle from the space bag on his waist, and the fine dust fell from his hand.

A cloud of black mist exploded, and the circular range of the darkness technique expanded to the entire cave.

The light from the moon crystal went out, and the gnome caravan was thrown into chaos.Drow warrior, weapon in hand, stealthily advances to the appropriate location to launch a surprise attack.

Nigel listened to the sound of swords clashing behind the rock.The counterattack of the dwarf caravan was hasty and weak, with only sporadic crashes.Unable to see through this magical darkness, the half-elf boldly let go of his mind, so that instead of eyes those invisible tentacles could see all that was fighting.

The psionic ability projected a clear picture into his mind, and a different picture unfolded before his eyes.A group of drow attacked and disrupted the caravan with ease, separating the mercenaries who were really fighting, while the panicked guys and merchants were surrounded.

The slender drow kept circling the enemy, avoiding hand-to-hand contact with the orc mercenaries holding heavy weapons, and attacked the mercenaries from various directions.The silver rapier faintly reflected white light in the darkness.

The drow made the most of the characteristics of moving like the wind. At the moment when the darkness technique disappeared, the entire camp had become the possession of the mage.

The mage Nafin came slowly from his hiding place and said in a drawn out voice:

"Now, all of you belong to the great drow."

The author has something to say:

I'm so busy... I wrote this chapter intermittently for three days