Underground rocks always exude a bleak atmosphere, and among them, obsidian is the gloomiest. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, without deliberate polishing. The dark rock is like a deep universe, which always gives people a feeling of distant and deep. It seems that it is really like a vacuum, which can absorb the heat around it. And in the interior of the rock, inlaid with some small white crystals, they can reflect light like crystals. From a distance, with the help of a glimmer of light in the dark ground, the crystals appear as stars hanging in the night sky. Holding the beautiful "night", Vincent slowly moved toward the lonely hut. If there is no perspective ability, no one will find that in the middle of the rock will form a hollow, and in the hollow also artificially carved rooms. The seven men in the room were hammering away at the wall and hammering away at it with their weapons. But though they seemed to be in a hurry, there was always something frivolous about their movements, as if they had all the strength they could muster but could not use it. 'Lack of air! Vincent quickly uses another through-the-wall scroll. Venturing into the underworld of the Underdark, where rock and pass-making spells are essential, the geology is simply too complex. In his spare time, the mage has prepared quite a few of these scrolls, just in case. As he ran, he pulled out the scrolls, and it was not until the fourth time he had run through the wall that a passage opened into the room. A gust of wind blew behind Vincent, whistling toward the room. The seven people seemed to have the spirit all of a sudden, and ran to the newly opened circular opening, breathing heavily. When Vincent appeared in front of them, the few people reacted, drew their weapons, and stepped back, half surrounding the master. The dwarf cried out, "Who are you? Speak! Or you will know!" "Lay down your weapons and put away your hostility, dwarf." Vincent went out into the passage. He stopped in the middle of several people and said with a smile, 'I'm not here to give you any trouble.' "You are a counselor to the Dark Elves, and now you even wear their mage robes. How can we trust you?" 'said William the Halfling Thief. He was standing on the side of the mage, and Vincent believed that if war broke out, the Halfling would be the first to stab himself in the back. "I can't call you friends because we don't know each other very well. But adventurers, do you judge a man by what he is or by what he does?" 'said Vincent. 'We can't risk it! 'shouted the ugly Orc, and he pulled the bundled little angel Sokka behind him, blocking Vincent's view with his enormous frame. "Since my introduction is such a failure, I'd better get straight to the point." Vincent changed his left hand to hold the wand of Power, and with a flick of his right wrist, the golden emblem given to him by the Seraph fell out of his sleeve. No one noticed and did not see how he did it. "I came here to look for Sokka. Her parents asked me for this assignment." The mage smiled. "I don't suppose there will be another little angel girl in the Underdark?" The adventurers gasped and wondered at the badge in the Mage's hand. The golden medallions now shone softly, illuminating every face as if they were not putting out a fire. "It's my mother's stuff! "The little girl blurted out, her voice very clear, like the spring water playing on the melting ice. At one gallop she ran from behind the goblins, snatched the golden rune away, and rubbed it carefully in her hands. All looked at the little creature with tears in his eyes, believed the sorcerer, and loosened their weapons. After a while, the little guy looked up and said with a lump in his voice, "Where are my parents? Where have they gone?" "Your parents entrusted you to my care for the time being, saying that I would take you into the world." Vincent crouched down so that he could look the little girl in the eye and said in his kindest voice, "They said they would come and get you then." Little Sokka wiped her eyes, looked at Vincent, looked at the few people who had been with her, and then ran to the orc. "Uncle Strange Face, perhaps I must follow this uncle in the black robe..." The goblin crouched down, his ugly face full of love. A large rough hand touched Sokka's head and bit his lip, always trying to say something but unable to. "Can you keep him safe? You're surrounded by dark elves! ' The Halfling walked up to Vincent. 'When we found this little creature, she was about to be sent to the Dark Elves as a sacrifice!' "No, I can't take her now. The outside of the passage is full of dark elves." Vincent looked at the men in front of him. 'So, for the time being, she will follow you. Wait until she gets back to Dark Elf City. ' The goblin looked up suddenly at this news, his eyes full of surprise, but with the first hint of sadness. Little Sokka looked back. "May I stay with them a little longer?" "Yes, it's not a safe situation out there at all." Vincent looked at the closed room. There was nothing but a few broken boxes lying on the floor. "How did you get to this room?" he asked. "Well," said the Halfling, "We found a record of our entry into this temple, came here to see what treasures were there, and upon cue, we initiated a teleportation process and entered. We found something, but the teleport array suddenly stopped working, and we couldn't get out. If you hadn't opened the other tunnel, we would have died of asphyxiation here." 'The Telephonic array doesn't work? Is it one-way?" Vincent asked puzzled, "Is this a trap?" "We don't understand it either. You should have a look." William the Halfling fished a crystal stone out of his Fanny pack and handed it to the wizard. Vincent looks at the telephon on the crystal, similar to the one Batana had recently used in the vault of the First Family. William tells the Mage how to use the telephon, but no matter how hard Vincent tries, the telephon does not respond. "Never mind that. You can't go out now, or the dark elves will find you." The Wizard put the stone in his sleeve pocket. He looked at the passage behind him. "I will seal this passage again, only thinly, of course, so that you will not be able to see it from the outside. You wait until the dark elves have left, and then you must flee. Be safe." Vincent looked again at little Sokka, who was now sitting on the shoulders of the goblins, giggling and looking very happy. The Mage said, "Take care of her for the time being, and when we get back to the inn, I will see if I can make something that can change her appearance, otherwise it is too dangerous. That's all. I must leave quickly, or else they may find out." Vincent turned to go out of the tunnel, but suddenly turned back: "The tracking magic circle does exist, I will try to solve it, you had better not leave the city easily, if you are discovered, it is very dangerous..." The priest, who had been keeping a frown on his face, stopped Vincent and took out two books from his knapsack: "Here, it's useful!" Vincent took the books, waved goodbye to the group, and turned to leave. Once outside the black Flare passage, he used the method described in the Creation Rule to change the shape of the obsidian and seal the entrance with an inch of stone wall. With a little embellishment, at least, the mage could not see the flaw, and he returned to the ranks of the Dark Elves. The First Family's zombie-making efforts are almost over, and all usable corpses have been used up. Batana begins the journey home with a large party. Vincent always felt a little creeped out as he looked at the corpses walking behind him. But there was no surprise on the faces of the other dark elves. And it was not only the priests who produced the dead bodies, but even the warriors showed no unaccustomed appearance to the presence of these bodies. The Dark elves are indeed a cold-blooded race, and none of the zombie-made creatures who not so long ago fought on their side are now like this. Moreover, these zombies had been brought back to life only by bad luck, and were, in essence, no different from the Drow men who walk now. But I don't see any Drow bemoaning their narrow escape from death. They regard death, they regard death and zombie-making as an accepted form of fate. They have been brought up with the idea that "make the best of everything, useless waste has no value," but this phrase has a different meaning in Dark Elvish than it does in other languages. So they were not afraid of death at all, they were afraid of uselessness. Leaving the temple and returning to the surface, Vincent is surprised to find a group of underground mercenaries gathering. They had been left by the mother to guard the living quarters, but were now outside. Batana looked at the ogres and trolls, their hair and shoulders covered with dust. She knew that it was the explosion from the battle with the lich that had shaken the temple underground, and that they had probably escaped from fear of being buried alive. However, they still disobeyed my mother's orders. Batana whispered:"Kill! The fate of the gang of mercenaries is sealed.

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An elite army of Dark Elves meets an underground mercenary, and the battle is without

suspense. The Drow slashes through the mob as quickly as they can, and many of the

mercenaries die before they can draw their weapons.

Vincent is not surprised by his mother's decision, but he has never been able to find the

female commander of the mercenary army. She did not appear in the battle with the Lich, nor

was she seen outside the cave. She may have left or gone into hiding.

"Perhaps she is still alive," Vincent thought to himself. "I wonder if the underground

mercenaries would have the guts to make trouble for the First family at this time. The woman

knows with certainty the remaining strength of the Chapman family, and that information

alone is enough to throw the whole city of Prudence into confusion. Yes! Even if the guy

doesn't say anything, I can get the word out at the right time and keep Batana in the back of

her mind."

Vincent thought as he grabbed Shelley's shoulder again as he walked across the slippery

ground. The drow's expression was serious, but every now and then she broke into a faint

smile.

Zeena followed her mother in silence, her head bowed. Anyone who paid careful attention

could see that the high priest of the first family was shivering.

The city of Prudence is about to welcome the return of the First House, a weakened one that

has won the goddess's favor.