Batana and her troops descend to the second floor of the compound, and she, too, wonders

at the near-defenceless situation. She thought about it and immediately ordered her troops

to spread out.

Vincent hid by the side, watching the mother's movements. By virtue of his invisibility alone,

the Master did not think he could completely escape Batana's surveillance. He noticed that as

the mother scanned her surroundings, there was a distinct pause in her gaze where she was.

It seemed that Mother already had the magical effect of being able to see illusions.

There was, however, one way to escape the surveillance of this anti-invisibility magic, and that

was by the use of enchantment. During the last battle, Vincent had learned a trick from the

wizard who could attack from a distance with spells: if you could make an opponent ignore a

target by hinting at his mind, you could also achieve stealth. However, this method has its

limitations: first, it can only be used against a single target; Second, many creatures are

immune to psychic attack, especially the mighty undead; Finally, the risk of using this method

is too high, and psychic spells are not as effective against the caster.

Vincent thought about it and decided not to use this method. As the powerful Dark fairy

master mother, Batana would certainly be a character skilled in sorcery mind control and

attack. Using enchantment on such a master is not so different from getting killed.

Batana keeps Shelley at her side, leaving Vincent with no chance to lure the white-skinned

Drow away and secure her alone. As if mindful of the Master's frustration, Batana uses this

tactic to force Vincent to serve in the family's fight -- the Master must clear away a potential

threat if Shelley is to survive safely.

Vincent sighed. His options were limited. Just as he had before entering the compound, he

had to go all out to get through this in order to leave with Shelley.

Vincent took one more look at Shelley, then turned and flew away at a high speed. He did

not want to take on the whole Second Family on his own. He was neither powerful nor stupid.

Vincent's goal now was to raid any Drow who might threaten Shelley's safety, especially the

mother of the Second Family!

The mother, whose name is Brisha, is a young dark Elven priestess in terms of age, who has

been in charge of the Second House for only a few decades, and whose authority in the city

of Prudence is far from established, let alone that of Batana. The decision of the First House

to attack them is likely to have had a lot to do with this.

Finding a specific target in a maze of unfamiliar locations is not easy, but it is not too much

trouble for Vincent, who has an eye for insight and arcane vision. Illusions, obstacles, and all

the hidden traps of machinery lose their usefulness. Vincent senses them in advance and

avoids these dangerous areas early, leaving the slow but cautious advance of the First Family

far behind.

Now the Mage was like the spearhead of an assault, tearing through layers of protection.

Vincent holds a scroll of Daylight, ready to use intense light to paralyze the dark Elves'

defenses. The Drow's weakness for fear of light hampered their expansion, and though they

were protected against it, this racial weakness could not be overcome in a day or two.

Vincent advanced for some time, and finally "found" the Drow defense, which was a great

relief to him. If there are no dark Elves in the camp, it means that they want to use the castle

as a big pocket to bury all the invading elves once and for all.

The Second Family's warriors and priests have shrunk their defenses, and have surrounded

the core of the compound with their family's collection of monsters, apparently in an effort

to defend their core audience room. Vincent estimates that the matriarch of the family is now

in that room, perhaps in contact with the Spider Goddess, who may be begging the "great"

goddess for the "blessing and protection" that will continue the family's prosperity.

Vincent looked at the position of the audience room. He did not have any hope of breaking

through the tight defense of the dark elves. They were already in position, waiting for some

impulsive "target" to appear, to see the bloody arrows and the deadly spell ready to be fired.

Vincent thought for a moment and decided to go around the bottom of the room. No matter

how well guarded the Dark Elves are, they can't get people into the wall. Vincent, thinking of

the numerous "through the Wall" and "Fossil for mud" scrolls he had prepared for so long,

turned and flew the other way.

It appeared that the Second Family's preparations had been woefully inadequate, and that

the number of dark elves in the defensive posts themselves was not large, or even close to

the number of fighters they would normally maintain. It seemed that some of their forces

must have been devoted to the sewers' entrance, which had been part of Lebatana's plan.

Vincent was now under the Drow mother's feet. He had used the wall-crossing technique to

no avail, and the place was not built of stone at all. Fossil mud would be of no use.

Vincent felt the wall and felt the subtle flow of magic through his fingertips. 'No wonder the

spell didn't work. They had already prepared for this kind of attack.' The mage took the Law

of Creation scroll from his arms and clutched it in his hand. This way, he can greatly improve

his ability to use change and creation spells.

Vincent concentrated, and the "change Everything" spell began to work. The material of the

wall itself, however strong, was also made of a specific material. Once the protective spell

attached to it could be removed, the work of changing the structure of this material would

be extremely easy.

And how to forcibly eliminate the magic array is the direction of Vincent's recent research.

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With the help of endless magic source energy, the mage gradually destroyed the original

magic structure on the wall, and continuous small explosions replaced the violent reaction

when the two types of energy met in the past. When the magic effect gradually weakened,

the interior of the wall became riddled with holes. Now, it's all about getting into the upper

chamber without being seen. With the penetrating power of the seeing Eye, he soon found a

secret corner.

Vincent quietly appeared in the audience room, where several female dark elves were busy

and did not notice him at all.

The mage eased his steps behind the pillar and hid himself.

"You fools! It's not quite ready for that yet! ' "Cried one of the female drow. Judging by her

dress, it must have been Mother Brisha. Only a mother at the apex of her family's power would

have the courage to speak so loudly in the Spider Temple.

"Are the bodies ready? Must I supervise everything myself? The Spider Goddess is watching

your performance, and there is no room for delay or error at this important time to please

our great goddess!"

Vincent frowned, thinking there was something strange about this. It seemed a little late to

be preparing for the spider Goddess's magical blessing to repel the enemy. The enemies had

already entered the family compound, and they had not yet begun to pray. This is incredible.

If the second family were so effective, they would have been destroyed by the next family

long ago.

But think of it the other way around. If the Second Family wasn't delayed in prayer, what were

they doing? Vincent focused his attention on the "dead bodies" that Mother Brisha had

mentioned. At the foot of the throne steps, indeed, lay several dead female dark elves. Their

bodies were covered with wounds, as if they had been through an explosion. However,

Vincent immediately noticed that although the faces of the corpses on the ground were

broken and burned, they were still vaguely similar to those of the Droel priestesses who had

carried the bodies!

Barisha walked up to one of the priests and handed her a bottle of liquid medicine: "Drink it

and remember your mission!"

"Praise the spider goddess, for the honor of the family!" The drow lifted her head and drank

the potion. But Brisha suddenly drew his sword and cut her throat with precision. The broken

artery spilled blood everywhere like a fountain. The mother held up the bodies of the Drow

she had just killed, pouring warm, fresh blood over them to make the scene more "lifelike."

Tossing the corpses aside, she commanded the other Dark elves, "Now, get out of here!

Remember your tasks!"

There was not a single dark elf left in the audience room, except for Brisha. The mother then

checked the scene again to make sure that all the bodies were in the right places, then looked

at the statue of the spider goddess.

"The great spider goddess! The Almighty! Your most faithful servant is carrying out your plan,

and after praising the Gods, Brisha, the mistress of the Second House, will offer you the

sweetest tribute. Batana, who has betrayed the way of the Drow, will be transformed into an

arachnid and will forever suffer in the heat of your wrath!"

Vincent's mind raced, and he began to think about what he had seen. The most obvious thing

was that there was definitely a trap here, a big one for the First Family. From what Brisha has

just said, the Second Family was prepared for this attack, and these bodies could not have

been found on the spot. They should have had a plan in place to deal with Batana's attack.

So the chaotic resistance outside the compound must have been staged. Burisha could have

deliberately sacrificed those outside Drow guards to achieve this effect. And the presence of

so few men defending the Hajj Room must have been a trap. The Second family's weakness

could have had only one purpose, to draw the First family deeper and deeper into the heart

of the garrison.

But the idea of destroying the entire compound and making the First family an object of burial

is not only insane but also foolish. Maybe humans on the ground can pull off such a stunt.

But in the city of Prudence, where the Second House is not only the Batana family, but all the

families behind it, the loss of the house is tantamount to giving up all arms and defenses, and

it is impossible to survive this wave of attacks for long.

"There would have been more priests in the Second House without me!" The words of the

male Drow priest Vincent had taken care of rang out in the wizard's mind. Vincent was now

more than willing to believe that the Second House was very powerful. If you look at it that

way...

"So Brisha is going to turn around and devour the First family!" "Vincent came to this

conclusion.

At this moment, Brisha, summoning the sacred fire, was attacking the statue of the spider

goddess, and the cracks in it were constantly appearing and growing more and more under

the impact of the columns of flame falling from the sky. The whole statue was now extremely

fragile.

Not long ago, Vincent might have looked at this scene with a sense of wonder. But now he

understood the second family's plan. It was an annexation involving multiple powers. The

priestess's attack on the spider goddess was only part of this plan.

"It will be the First family that will be annexed, and Brisha will be the biggest beneficiary."

'Vincent thought to himself.' That is, of course, if the First Family's advisor, the Master, doesn't

unravel the plan. '

Thinking of this, Vincent strode to the center of the audience room, where the staff of Power

followed his steps and made a "thump" sound on the hard ground.

"Hello, Madam Brisha. I think you know who I am." Vincent nodded to the female dark elf and

spoke slowly...