When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Walking straight into the nightmare forest, Welby felt that the light in front of him dimmed, as if it took only one step to go from noon to dusk.Red pines and firs are densely packed together, like spears pointing straight to the sky. Contrary to ordinary broad-leaved trees, their crowns are often thicker and denser at the bottom, so the darkness is very low, almost touching.

Welby shivered. He felt an indescribable cold.This forest is not like any woods he has ever seen, all sounds seem to be swallowed by some unknown thing, the melodious bird chirping, the little beasts running through the grass, the rushing water, even the tiniest sound Insects are gone.The silence was like a wet blanket covering everything, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's too quiet here, it seems a bit annoying." Welby murmured to himself, and now even the strong nerves of the Kender were touched a little. He pushed the satchel on his waist and walked deep into the forest go.

The road in the dense forest is a bit difficult to walk, or in other words, there is no forest trail that can be called a road at all.Welby stepped on the thick pine needles and walked towards the forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The light became dimmer as he went deeper. After only ten minutes of walking, darkness enveloped everything, and he couldn't see his fingers.Welby stopped in frustration, and stomped hard on the soft ground under his feet, "I even chose to come in at noon! What can I see in such a dark place? I don't want to miss interesting things."

Crouching down, he groped around for a fallen branch to light the torch.It didn't take much effort, a round and smooth wooden stick rolled into his palm, "Good luck!" Welby happily lit it, and was about to move on, when suddenly a hazy white light appeared in the distance, which attracted him attention.

Involuntarily, Welby spread his legs and ran towards the place where the light was shining.But that ray of light was always hazy and vague, and no matter how hard he tried, he was still very far away from it. After running for half an hour, the kender stopped angrily.

"Is this the phantom array that Hong Ming was talking about? It's so annoying!" the Kande sighed deeply, and closed his eyes, "Since it's a dream, let me wake up quickly, how can this kind of running The dream of not being able to run is too boring, shouldn't there be something exciting?"

After silently reciting ten numbers in his heart, the Kande slowly opened his eyes and let out a short exclamation. "I'll just say it!"

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed and turned into an empty woodland.In the middle of this open space, a very beautiful jewel branch hangs high in the air. The branch is made of colored glass, inlaid with gold, silver and other colored gemstones, exuding colorful rays of light.Below it, the black-robed mage sat cross-legged with a very serious expression, as if he had entered meditation.The dark elf lay face down on the ground, seemingly unconscious.In his hand, the milky white dragon ball shone like a silver moon.

Welby opened his eyes wide, "Is this the legendary tree of doom? Where is the green dragon? Why are they all sleeping? Could it be that these three days have been spent sleeping?"

He looked around, trying to find the dragon.It stands to reason that a dragon should be easy to find no matter what, but he failed. It seems that there are only three of them in this gloomy forest, and the other two are sleeping.The kender swallowed, resisting the urge to run and get the tree of doom.In his palm, the hard small medicine bottle was tightly gripped.

"I think... it seems that we should go and see the dark elves first..." Welby took a step forward, "No, I can't be attracted by that strange and beautiful branch, I promised him that I would help them to sweep... I……"

Stepping on floating steps, the Kender stepped into the range covered by white light and colorful light. He resolutely walked towards the dark elf, but his feet became softer and softer, as if he had fallen into a quagmire. After a few seconds, he felt The knee betrayed him, and after shaking slightly, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"This is...how..." Before finishing the last sentence, the Kender could no longer control his eyelids and closed his eyes.The torch he held in his hand rolled away as he fell to the ground, the flames slowly extinguished, and the forest fell into darkness again.

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"Sarn."

As if being awakened from sleep, the muscles of Sarn's upper arm tensed slightly, and he suddenly came back to his senses.Did he seem to be distracted just now?With a casual smile, the youngest son of the Thorin family turned his head and looked at the person who called him.

"Seymour, any news?"

"This time, the youngest daughter of the first family is attending the graduation ceremony. I think you already know it."

Sarn didn't answer, but just deepened the curve of the corners of his lips, "No matter who it is, they must attend the ceremony."

"That's right." The man beside him let out a chuckle, "But if there is a choice, I'd rather that person be more eye-catching."

It was like they were discussing some sideshow, discussing the graduation ceremony of the fighting martial arts tower that was very important to them.This is the 20th year that Sann has been training as a fighter in Umka, and it is also the last year as a trainee at the Spider Academy. They can only complete their studies if they pass the spider queen sacrifice arranged by the mistress of the academy. , and the content of the graduation ceremony is not a secret to some students, at least not to Sarn.

Glancing at the friend who was smiling happily beside him, Sarn curled up the last smile on his lips.As a fighter who is not bad in strength, he has experienced too many fights in his 20 years of student career, both in front of him and behind him.And the friends around him are the ones who persevered until the end. Together, they thwarted a lot of plots and won some victories in the martial arts competition. Although they are still far away from the championship, none of them died unexpectedly, which is pretty good. score. Twenty years of roommate career made him very familiar with this only friend. As a dark elf, this is already a very long friendship.

It's even too long.

Sarn didn't miss his friend's meaningful glance, he turned around calmly, packed his bags, there were only three days left, and he could leave here forever.

Three days later, the ceremony was held in the auditorium of the Spider Academy. Sann's impression of the entire ceremony was actually somewhat vague. The aphrodisiac red smoke swept away all his sanity, and in the remaining memory, only There was a scene: under the burning furnace, the evil monster belonging to the spider queen was violating the female student who had won the chief honor, the youngest daughter of the first family.Her face was extremely beautiful, with a cold beauty that far surpassed that of other priests and female teachers. She was completely naked and pressed against the altar by the monster from another world, having sex crazily.The student kept screaming loudly, but with a deceptive joy on his face, he catered to the monster's ravages.

Sarn didn't resist the sight, and he accepted the ritual, which included rolling in a ball with the equally naked female teachers in the red smoke.This is the starting point for him to really step into the dark elf society, he will savor it well, and this...

Sarn pulled out the dagger in his hand, and his good roommate, Seymour Ereda, the third son of the seventh family, fell to the ground, blood spilled from his chest, and sprinkled in the dirt in the corner of the college.Having just passed the graduation ceremony, it is not easy to regain his vigilance. This time he chose to take the lead in order to get rid of this ambitious friend.

The warm blood turned cold again, dripping down the dagger, and a question suddenly rose in Sann's heart, 'this time'?Is there anything last time?

He didn't find the answer.weird idea.Shaking his head, San disappeared into the shadow of the building.

……

100 years is not too long for the dark elves, Sarn quickly adapted to the laws of the world.As a sentinel, he can perfectly steal the information that the family needs and use it in the direction that is most beneficial to him.The sharpness of the dagger helped him take the lives of many enemies, those who had to be eradicated, and those who stood in his way.He is very smart and capable enough, all this is very simple for him, all he needs now is further rights...

Sann walked out of the room.In the secret room of the Warlock Academy, he had just finished talking with his sister.This is a secret talk about the fate of the family. His mother and second sister are planning a conspiracy to kill his eldest sister quietly...Cold, efficient, and ruthless, in line with all the rules of dark elf society, even perfect Can please the degree of Goddess.There was a sneer at the corner of Sarn's mouth, he wrapped the dark cloak tightly around his body, and galloped towards the family tower.

In this mission, all he needs to do is pass the news and deceive his dear big sister, the irascible drow woman who raised him.For this point, Sann expressed his willingness to accept it. The taste of the snake's head whip when he was a child made him extremely painful and frightened. His eldest sister was like a terrible flame, tyrannical and impermanent. While destroying the enemy, it consumed everyone around him. The power of companions.She is too dangerous for the family, Sarn thought silently, killing her is a good idea, if he does well enough, he will get great benefits from this deal.

Everything is perfect.

This is a swap game jointly planned by the fourth family and the fifth family.The eldest daughter of the fourth family can no longer stand her talented and ambitious younger sister, and the one who cannot stand the arrogant eldest daughter of the fifth family is the mistress herself.Different interests drove them to make the same choice, it was a very wonderful drama.Everyone seemed extremely engaged, and the killers took the lives of their victims with smiles and compassion.The rot of betrayal flowed on them, and their kinship and blood were ruthlessly trampled on.

Walking out of the darkness, Sarn showed a humble smile to his sister. He knew when to show cowardice and when to flatter and agree. This is one of the tricks for him to live safely until now.Not far away, the bodies of the daughters of the Thorin family had just been swallowed by rocks. No one stopped to reflect on this death. This is the treatment every loser deserves.

When Amaryllis asked him how he had cheated the mind-reading probe, Sarn chose to avoid the topic. This was his way of securing his life, not something a crazy woman should know.The eldest daughter of the Thorin family—and now the eldest daughter—Amalyse Thorin was a madman who loved magic above all else, even more than drow women believed in the Spider Queen.He didn't want to know what kind of thoughts this abnormal-minded sister was holding to enter the Master Academy. Similarly, he didn't want to be known by this crazy sister.

"I think the head of the family's guard is a suitable position." Sarn saluted his sister respectfully, asking for his own price.

"You are a little greedy, youngest son. This position belongs to the current servant." Amaris frowned her pretty eyebrows, and lightly reprimanded her.

"He won't be anytime soon," Sarn replied softly. "Our mother is tired of him, I promise."

For one of the family's most reliable sources of information, Amaris finally chose to trust.But this male ambition is really not worth encouraging.

"Pay attention to your attitude, youngest son." Before leaving, Amaryllis warned, her voice didn't rise too much, but the threat could not be mistaken. "Your ambition is too big, it will give you what you want, and it will also send you to hell. You are only a male, watch your attitude."

Sarn readily bowed his head to this faithful advice, but the right to make the decision was not in the hands of the other party.Sarn understands his own ambitions and desires. In this underground world, only rights can give him more freedom.

Standing in the empty dark field, he was suddenly in a daze, thinking that something was missing somewhere in his heart, something crucial.The empty and huge tunnel was like the stomach of some large creature, wriggling and squeezing, trying to take his life away.Sarn shivered. This is not where the Dark Elf should be. His home should be the glorious city of Bramodia, full of exquisite buildings, a magnificent city adorned with the most precious gems and metals, the burial The city of dark elves that lost countless lives.

He smiled and disappeared into the darkness.

……

Standing on a high tower, completely his own, Sarn leaned over and looked down.At his feet, there are stalagmites where all the warriors and slaves of the family live, densely packed, much stronger than 50 years ago.Today's Thorin family is no longer the fifth family in Bramodia City, they have advanced one place, and are now promoted to the fourth position.

Not long ago, they just killed the family in front of them, completely obliterating it.On the night of the attack, Thane saw his sister Amaris use terrible spells to tear apart the second son of the former fourth family, the handsome and charming Prince Binghet, who shared nearly 200 years with her. man in secret couple relationship.

This is perfectly normal, Thane told himself.The failed family will always accept the fate of extermination. No matter how much her sister loves the man who pleases her, she will not save him and spend a little effort on him.Even, when the drow woman realizes that she loves a man beyond normal limits, she will kill him on her own initiative.This is the dark elf's view of love, just like those spider queen iron rules, unshakable.

In that great battle, Sarn made a great contribution. He provided the key information that destroyed the family and made his mother and sisters fully prepared.To reward him for his contribution, the Mistress gave him the position of steward of the family, the highest position a drow male could climb, apart from the Mistress and the women.He no longer needs to cater to the women of other families, and pay for news and clues that he is not willing to pay.For this result, his feet were covered with dead bones, stepping on those corpses, he crawled to his rightful position.

Standing on the high tower, Sarn looked down at the city of Bramodia, and he could see most of the city.In this gorgeous city, too much filth is covered up, and he merges with these filth, dwelling in the deep mire.It's all so easy and within reach.His intelligence, his ability, and his ambition perfectly blended together, allowing him to achieve his current status.He is the most reliable son of the Thorin family, the dangerous and powerful second son-yes, he got rid of the title of youngest son 30 years ago-and there is nothing more beautiful in this world.

Suddenly, Sarn frowned, and he felt something burning in his palm, which almost burned through his palm.Raising his hand in front of his eyes in surprise, he examined it carefully for a moment, but found nothing.But this kind of pain scorched his body and mind like a flame, making the endless hole in his heart even more hungry.

What is he longing for?He has rights, freedom, and the qualification to look down on most people.He has achieved everything a drow male can achieve, and no drow male has achieved what he has achieved in 200 years.So what was it that made him restless and bewildered?

Sarn gritted his teeth. This kind of uncertainty is extremely dangerous and will bring unnecessary twists and turns to his smooth life.He should kill this kind of thinking, wipe it out, as long as he knows what is needed in that void...

Sarn looked at his palm for a long time, hoping that the pain could give him a hint.He needs more clues...

Another hundred years.Sarn dodged into another tunnel, holding his breath in the darkness.

It was the eighth month of his flight, and House Thorin had won one war and lost another.He had warned his mother and those arrogant sisters that they had lost too much strength, the core kind, which could not be replaced by recruiting soldiers and slaves.

Now, he has traveled deep into the Underworld, hiding from another family in tunnel after tunnel.He couldn't escape for so long, but the desire to survive overcame everything, making his movements more and more agile.This terrifying dark place gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had been here for a long time, so long that he could figure out the way with his eyes closed.It's not logical.

After the enemy was far away, Sarn quietly stood up and went to a mushroom man's lair not far away.He knew that place, that there was a deep cave in the bottom of the mushroom man's lair, where there was water and some edible fish, and he could hide there for a long time, safe.After these hunters leave, he will enter another dark elf city, where he will start his life again.

He's strong enough, he's smart enough, he's still young, he's got a lot of time to start over, all he needs... all he needs...

The cold in the cave made Sarn shiver, and he tried to curl himself into a ball, wanting to feel more warmth from the touch of his limbs.In the ground, there are few places so cold. Those damned mushroommen took away all the heat, and Sarn fell into a freezing hell.He grasped his hand tightly, and the feeling that made him feel extremely hot came back. The extreme cold made him long for the temperature of his palm, and he couldn't help pressing his palm to his chest.

On his chest, the empty, growing black hole suddenly began to tremble at the touch.He seemed... He seemed to have remembered something, something very important... The severe cold and scorching heat alternated in his heart, and slowly, he forgot everything, and began to hiss and scream.These two sensations seemed to tear him apart from his chest, making him feel the most piercing pain. His consciousness was gradually becoming chaotic. Who the hell is he?What the hell is he trying to do?What is he really longing for?

Sarn trembled, and held that hand even more forcefully, as if holding the only rope in the abyss.

What exactly does he need...