The quiet Prudence of the city, by the aid of the endless night itself, conceals all the evil that

is carried on here. Of course, in the Dark Elf's worldview, weeding out the weak is no sin.

Vincent follows Shelley, but he doesn't want to get too close. The drow was near her mother,

or in sight of her mother, and it was not an opportune time to speak. Vincent just wants to

get through this mission safely. The only thing he asks is to keep himself safe.

But on the other hand, he is also thinking about this problem. As the mother of the First family,

Batana, the weathered Drow priestess, a woman worthy of standing at the apex of power in

the city of Prudence, would have had an absolute wealth of experience in struggle and an

abundance of cunning. As the mastermind of this operation, the Drow could not have

considered the possibility of Vincent's passive-action, but she decided to attack anyway. With

the current strength of the First family, it cannot be said that it is impossible to win, and it is

more important to consider the gains and losses after the victory. Vincent has absolute

confidence that he can rank second in this family in terms of fighting ability. Except for the

mother, there is no stronger person who can have a greater influence on the battlefield than

Vincent. The Dark elves trust no one, not even their own 'kin', so how can they really expect

a male mage from the surface? Batana must not have considered Vincent as an essential part

of her operations when she planned them.

In this case, Vincent could not help but wonder what reason could give the dark fairy mother

such confidence that she would succeed? Was it to be expected of the spider goddess? Or

does she have any tricks up her sleeve?

Just as Vincent can't see Batana's plan of action, the warrior monk Regula isn't sure whether

he made the right decision to fight. He was still sore from the wounds he had suffered the

previous day, which had never fully healed. That day, he wanted to hide the news that he was

with the arachnid and make sure that all possible witnesses were eliminated, but he did not

expect to meet such a powerful group of people. But now that the sorcerer had found a way

to turn the Arachnids back into their original form, he did not need to worry about being

exposed.

The few members of the party had not finished their thoughts before the Second family's

abode was within sight. Batana thanked the spider goddess for her blessings, and the Second

family seemed unaware of the approaching enemy. The gates to the compound were tightly

shut, and a small band of dark elves patrolled. Even as the rest of the group slept, they

remained alert, peering through the darkness with their night-vision eyes to see all the places

around the compound where enemies might be hiding -- just like they usually do.

The Second House did not have the grandeur of Castle Batana, but it did have all the

safeguards it needed. Vincent hides behind a giant stalactite and gives himself arcane vision.

While the Insight Eye is able to see fluctuations in magical abilities to a certain extent, it is not

as accurate as Arcane vision spells. With this spell, Vincent can easily measure the intensity

and type of all magical effects in a given line of sight.

However, as soon as the spell was finished, Vincent was almost blinded by the glow. The

members of the Dark Elf family in front of him are all equipped with magical equipment, from

the armor on their bodies to the machetes in their hands, and even the magic-enhanced

bows and arrows in the quiver behind them. Under the influence of Arcane vision, these

devices become white points of light, like stars in the night reflected in Vincent's eyes.

'The Dark Elves are a rich race indeed! 'Vincent said to himself. For a mage, he knew a lot, but

to see so much magical equipment at once would only have been in the storeroom of the

Mage Society or where some great treasure was located. When it came to arming them all

for battle, only a dark elf could do that.

But hadn't the spider goddess given them the ability to use magic in order that they might

be good at fighting? Drow priests would go to great lengths to craft weapons to please their

goddess in battle.

Mother Batana walked up to Vincent and whispered to him, "Counselor, Master, find a way

to take down their walls."

Vincent took one look at Batana and then carefully examined the features of the second family

wall. Like the first family, their wall is made of pure gold, not as pure as Vincent's arm, but it

is a fine work. It would be impossible to blow them up into the sky with magic. What's more,

there are magical runes carved on the walls. The fine words reveal themselves to the Arcane

eye, and Vincent is trying to analyze the meaning and function of these runes. Now that all

the dark Elves are waiting for the first wave of attacks from their advisor mages, Vincent can't

even try to hide away from them.

The magic runes on the walls are supposed to have both an electric shock and an alarm.

When someone forces their way over the pure gold fence, the magic array above will activate.

But just knowing what the spell is isn't much use, the whole fence is a whole, and it's not easy

to break the system.

Vincent thought for a moment, then turned to Batana and said, "Dear Mother, I have an idea

of a way to temporarily disable this fence. When you see it begin to change shape, charge."

With that, he released a simple invisibility to himself and walked quietly toward the fence.

Mother Batana saw the mage in front of her disappear from sight and immediately used the

"art of knowledge." This spell can see through all forms of invisibility and illusion, and Batana

does not want the mage to use invisibility to get out of her control.

Vincent moves closer to the fence, being careful not to make a sound. He takes a closer look

at the magic runes on the fence and pulls out the Shape-shifting scroll. The protective runes

themselves were few and far between; in fact, the incantation could not have covered an

entire family compound. In the carvings on the fence, there are many words that serve as a

distraction. They do not hinder the normal work of the spell, but can hide the real spell, and

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at the same time have a pretty good beautifying effect. All Vincent had to do was find these

decorative words and change the gold shape of the parts they were in, thereby changing the

structure of the wall as a whole.

Vincent's tutor once said that magic is always a practical art. In particular, the words of the

spell are concise, and only concise is required.

The spell worked slowly, and the fine gold fence began to morph like a mollusk. After

mastering the skills and spells above the "Creation Rule", Vincent has his own unique insight

and powerful control over the magic that can change the form of inanimate objects. He was

able to make his spells work as he wished, preventing the failure rate associated with the way

they were originally changed in one move.

Vincent is invisible, but Fine Gold Fence is not. Two dark elves spotted the snakelike railings

and came to inspect them.

Out of the darkness, about ten bolts flew noiselessly into the air and caught the two sentinels

right where they needed to be. With blood streaming from their necks and foreheads, the

Second Family's patrol area was porous.

The non-magical text is lengthened, and none of the original magical text is damaged in any

way. In this way, the refined gold fence was transformed from a neat and beautiful shape into

a tangle of thorns. Vincent controls the direction of the deformation of the main section of

the balustrade, but raises the obstacles within the range of the spell by a full two meters. The

First Family was now able to pass this section of defense without difficulty.

A multitude of orcs and goblin slaves roared and rushed on. They were under the control of

several dark elf priests, and their ability to make sounds was limited by the "Silence barrier",

which made them feel extremely depressed. Now they have finally been liberated. On the

orders of their commander, the gang rushed towards the railing that had been lifted up by

the mage.

The Orcs swarmed on them like a flood. They had no idea how the battle was going to be

fought or planned, nor did the Dark Elves see any need to make the cannon fodder

understand. It is enough for the orcs to remember that all the creatures they have never seen

are their enemies. Battle is but another word for good food and good wine; Victory, is the

general equivalent of beauty and treasure. They charge with their primal instincts.

Gnomes, a relatively weak bunch, can only be praised for their numbers, and the only thing

they can rely on is numbers, but the number of their Allies. They trail after the orcs,

brandishing rudimentary weapons and whining loudly. In their hearts, the search for "easy

enemies" and "safe treasure" are their highest pursuits. In the ranks, they are never the main

force in the battle, but the good hands Shouting and cheering.

Vincent, who is invisible, naturally does not want to be trampled into a Patty by orcs and

goblins, so he quickly makes way and hides aside. Although the Second Family's residence

appears quiet, the seemingly peaceful courtyard is full of traps. Vincent's arcane vision clearly

indicates the location of a large number of spell runes, and he also sees many barbed pits

and crossbow mechanisms with the insight of his penetrating eye.

When the first trap is triggered, the whole second family is suddenly busy. A large number of

dark elves appear in the courtyard, all armed and alert. Vincent thought at first that the Second

Family was ready for the fight, with trap pockets ready for them to drill. But then he thought

of the Dark Elves' habit of always being ready, and he was reassured.

With the brilliant light of fire and the roar of explosions, the courtyard of the Second Family

became the stage for the trap show. The cries of the orcs replaced the war cries and even

drowned out the sound of exploding fireballs. They understood the deep pit traps that had

appeared beneath their feet, for they sometimes used them against "difficult" enemies. But

they could not make any sense of the ground where fire and lightning suddenly appeared. It

was this ignorance that frightened them. Suddenly liquor and treasure and beautiful women

became visions that began to seem dangerous and unreal.

Some of the orcs turned and tried to escape, and even going back to face the punishment of

the dark elves was better than being burned for no reason. There must be many, they thought,

and they were the unlucky ones, the lucky ones, who would not be punished by their own

heads.

The Dark elves had expected this from the orcs, and the second wave of the clan's horde was

to go up. The last battle took a lot of losses, but it also provided a lot of the material for

making these horsemen. The undead did not share the orcs' fear, and they moved slowly,

blocking the gap in the fence.

The undead, like all other undead creatures, exude a terror that is repulsive to the living. The

orcs and goblins were bewildered. Mounds of traps on one side, terrifying walking corpses

on the other.

"Rush! Kill the dark elves before you, drink their blood, and show them what orcs can do!" A

voice of pure Orc spoke suddenly, rousing the indecision of the cannon fodder. Now that the

way back was blocked by the corpses, there was really nothing to be done but to advance.

And so the goblins and orcs, as Matron Batana had planned, began to use their own flesh

and blood to untrap their way. They were blasted into flaming pieces by fireballs, fetid charred

by lightning, smashed into meat pies by prickly pits or tangled into hornets' nests, and either

way, the Dark Elf army behind them no longer had to face such obstacles. The goblins, in

particular, were large in number, but small in courage. When they saw the strange traps, they

could not bear it anymore, and began to flee in all directions. But the more they spread out,

the more traps they 'dismantled'. Instead of multiple orcs being killed by the same fireball

trap, the damage of the traps is now equalized so that one goblin consumes one Fireball trap.

"What a bargain," he said. Mistress Batana gently threw away a parchment scroll, which she

had just used to hallucinate. "Ignorant creatures are easily stirred up."