The army of the Dark Elves moved quietly through the tunnels of the Underdark, more stealthy

than ever. Free of mercenary ogres and trolls, the elite troops of the Dark Elves float like

shadows through complex underground caverns, blending into the ever-black background.

Along the way, no one spoke, no one had the heart or guts to speak. From the depths of the

distant tunnel came the muffled roar of an animal, and the dark elves did not pause for a

moment. Their eyes kept moving forward, for so their mother had ordered. Here, in this dark

world, they are Kings, they are overlords. Even the most brainless creatures would not have

attacked the dark-skinned creatures -- they were much smaller than the others, but their

formidable power was imprinted on the memory of all creatures.

As Vincent walked in the middle of the group, he couldn't help but admire the military-style

training of the Dark Elves. Long time changes, so that they have long abandoned the original

fairy romantic and beautiful style, become harsh and precise. At the same time, they have

greatly advanced their elven skills, faster, simpler, and deadlier. Whether they were skillful

warriors or powerful priests, everyone was a killer.

After about half a day's walking, the Dark elf party is back where it started. Vincent looked at

the terrain around him, huge voids and complete platforms. This was where the dark elves

had been when they first emerged from the portal.

Mistress Batana took out her family crest and softly recited a mantra. Because of the silence,

what had been a whisper became audible. The Drow closed her eyes and began to summon

the portal.

But when her spell was over, the portal did not appear.

So Mother Batana recited the spell again. This time, she did so loudly, each syllable carrying

a great deal of force, echoing like thunder through the empty cave.

But still, the portal did not appear.

Batana looked into the line and saw Vincent the Mage. "Counselor Mage! Use your

teleportation."

Vincent went up to the mother and nodded in homage, "Dear Mother, I did not prepare that

spell."

"Meh! Come on, what mage doesn't prepare a teleportation spell? Isn't it your style to flee at

the first sign of trouble?" Batana gave the mage a look and pulled out a scroll. "Here, it's a

teleporter scroll from the Dark Elves. You're the mage. Use it."

Vincent took the scroll, but he was in a dilemma. He opened it and looked at it. It was standard

teleportation magic, but it was clearly coming from the magic Network. If Vincent were to use

it, it would definitely explode, there would be only a small chance of teleportation, and, even

if the spell worked, it would be extremely unstable.

But in this case, Vincent has no choice but to go ahead with it. Holding the scroll tightly in his

hand, he carefully recited the words, slowly controlling the magical energy of the spell,

concentrating on making no mistake.

The two energies oscillate against each other, but for the time being they coexist smoothly

under the pressure of Vincent's will. The mage's head was sweating now, but there was no

tremor in his voice, nor any aberration in his gestures. Vincent knew in his gut that the spell

must be ready to work!

But nothing happened -- only a small explosion of the oppressed energy finally took place,

which burst into flames with a loud bang in the dark cave and was as fleeting as a shooting

star across the sky. The silence of darkness was restored.

Vincent looked at the scroll in his hand. The characters on it had disappeared because of the

magic that had just been used. They had become a blank piece of paper. He wondered what

had happened to the transmitted spell.

"Dear Mother, the transmission has failed." Now he had no choice but to tell the truth.

The mother frowned and began to consider the seriousness of the matter. First the secret

portal of the family had failed, and now the sorcerer's teleportation had failed. And judging

from Vincent's expression and actions just now, he is not inactive or playing tricks behind the

scenes. The Mage has tried very hard just now. "Of course," thought my mother, "I can't rule

out the possibility that he is a master performer."

Batana thought of the legend that in the sorcerer's arcane, there was a barrier that blocked

the entire teleportation process. If such a thing existed, it would be possible to temporarily

nullify all teleportation spells entering the city of Prudence, so that the house doors would

not be opened.

If someone did that, it would be a sign that the First family's residence was under attack, and

that some family could not stand it enough to sneak in and plunder the First family's resources

while the Chapmans were away from the city! Moreover, it is highly likely that members of

the Mage's Guild will be involved in this plan.

Batana glanced at Vincent, who at this point still looked puzzled, looking down at the scroll

in his hand and looking innocent. Even with hundreds of years of experience and great insight,

the wise mother was still not sure whether the consultant master had anything to do with the

matter.

"Listen to the order! All Chapman family, speed ahead!" Mother had put away the family crest,

she was now all but dead about summoning the portal. If any other power dares to invade

the First House, let him know how foolish and arrogant it is to do so! Without teleportation,

the dark elves would still have legs, and a speedy return to the city of Prudence would not be

hopeless.

Upon receiving the order, the whole army revved up, and a torrent of black water sped

through the rocky passageway toward Dark Elf City.

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Vincent, startled by the sudden movement of the Drow, interrupted his train of thought. After

gauging the speed of the Dark Elves, and looking at his swollen feet, he finally decided to pull

a flight-reel from his sleeve and follow the advance from the air. Without the protection of

the Drow army, the Mage did not want to navigate the treacherous underworld alone, and

most importantly, he had no idea how he would get back to the city of Prudence from here.

The mage, flapping over the heads of the dark elves, looks relaxed and comfortable. Ignoring

the eye roll from Shelley, who was running hard, insinuating that the mage was ungrateful

and had long since forgotten that the Drow had protected him from slipping, the mage now

resumed his interrupted train of thought.

What does the effectiveness of teleportation spell mean? Vincent was thinking about this as

he flew. He had already encountered the same thing three times today. The first was the

group of seven men trapped in the rock formation. They could teleport in but could not get

out. The second was that the mother had just failed to summon the portal; And finally, I

couldn't use the teleportation spell. What is it that interferes with the teleportation magic?

Along the way, Vincent avoided numerous stalactites formed by the obstacles, carrying the

wand at high speed. In addition to thinking about teleportation, Vincent also had to watch

out for enemies overhead. In this cave environment, many monsters choose to lurk in the

roof, hunting for creatures that pass by. Fortunately, however, those creatures probably

sensed the dark Elf's scent and had long since run away from the Drow's presence.

The dark elves marched through the cave as if they were never tired. In spite of their intense

march, the Drow seemed to be no different from the horde behind them, moving at the same

pace as before, except that they were no longer so quiet as before, and gradually heavy gasps

began to appear.

Just as Vincent was about to pull out one of the flight-scrolls, the whole procession stopped.

Using his penetrating eye, Vincent was able to see the black rock walls of the city of Prudence.

Batana was in no hurry to enter the city now, for she knew that the Chapman family could not

fall as long as the soldiers and the family sacrifice were still around her. A soldier who had just

been through a long assault would be suicidal if he could not get some rest before entering

the possible battle.

On the other hand, she could not be sure whether the present First family compound had

been attacked or not; If so, she doesn't know to what extent. If the attack hasn't happened

yet, or is over, then the mere presence of her family in the streets of Prudence would be an

act of self-inflicted power. It's certainly going to get the attention of some of the overconfident and those who have been peeking at the throne of the First Family. At that point, it

would be impossible not to go to war.

At this stage, the most important thing is to recover our strength quickly. As long as they

survive this latest period, then with the blessing and care of the Spider goddess, the First

Family will go one step further and establish its dominance.

With this in mind, Batana has decided on the next steps to be taken. She looked back at the

slowly descending Mages -- the only one in the party now who wasn't a dark Elf, and who

hadn't been. She thought about it, about the white fog, about the spider goddess's interest

in him, and finally made up her mind.

"Zeena, lead everyone into the passageway!

Zeena had been a little distracted the whole way, not sure if her mother knew about the

assassination. Though she had been paying attention to Batana's reaction, she did not seem

to know, but through her dark skin, no one could guess what was going on in her mother's

heart that had been beating for centuries. The thought of possible tortures, many of which

Zena had "invented" herself, could not calm the dark spirit.

But the last word from her mother, like a lifeline, dispels any fear: 'I, Zeena, am still useful! My

mother was still the first to command the troops, so she did not know about the assassination

for the time being. Zeena looked at the counselor and Shelley. 'As soon as you're both dead,

it's over. '

At once the high sacrifice came to her senses, and her mind began to work at high speed, as

it had done before, when she was contemplating plots. She bowed to Matron Batana and

said in her most humble tone, "Great Matron, no one is allowed in that secret passage who is

not a Chapman."

"If I say yes!" Batana was impatient with Zeena's sudden humility. "Execute orders!"

'Yes! Mistress. ' Zeena turned and made a series of gestures. The priests behind her went off

to lead some of the dead, and the warriors were automatically organized into teams.

Watching Zeena's complex series of gestures, Vincent knew that this was the most mysterious

part of the dark Elvish language -- the sign language. The Drow spoke and wrote words that

other races could learn, but this sign language was never taught to non-Drow creatures.

While the Dark Elves moved quickly, Vincent looked around in boredom -- all he had to do

was keep up, protect himself, and, of course, keep an eye on Shelley. From the looks of things,

the dark Elves are trying to enter the city in a secret way that no one else has ever known

before. So Vincent was not surprised when the Drow leaped at the north door of the city of

Prudence, and killed the First House through an underground tunnel secretly cut into the rock

face.

Before anyone knew it, the First family had left the city for the temple, and now they had

quietly returned. (By Alfred, From the beginning...)