When the Staff of Might finally gets its "might" moment, Vincent swings the staff and storms

the Dark Elves' Audience Hall like a gale. Fireballs, ice picks, and bolts of lightning wreaked

havoc on the buildings, and a continuous roar reverberated throughout the Drow castle.

No one had ever dared to do so much damage at the heart of the Dark Elf family. Not only

the walls, the floors, and the great supporting pillars, but also the statue of the spider goddess

and all manner of tributes were smashed to pieces in the storm of destruction.

"Both Drow Matriarchs were delighted by my madness of destruction. One because I had

weakened her enemies, the other because I had deceived her opponents." Vincent's heart

was even more excited at the thought of this. All the pressure that had been exerted for so

long in the dark Elf City was being released in this way.

The sound of fighting outside grew louder and louder, and even the closed doors gave a dull

thud. Mother Batana's army would soon be marching in, and there was no need for her to

"work" so hard. Vincent rested against the broken stone pillar with his still trembling staff of

power.

Things in the city of Prudence were at an end, and the great changes that were to take place

behind the First House were of no concern to the mage, but whether the first Mistress was

Batana or Brisha, what did Vincent care? The struggle of the Drow was, is, and will continue,

and no one can prevent it.

The question now was how to get away from the city of Prudence. Littlefinger Phelps, of

course, is under the care of Hardy, who has a great talent for fighting, and a brilliant mind.

Vincent was sure he could trust him. Naturally, young Sokka and Shelley would have taken

them with them. If Vincent had not been dazed, Shelley and Sokka would have been half

sisters, according to the painting on the wall of the First family. But a dark elf and an angel

don't go together in any way. Even if Shelley's skin had been white, it didn't change the fact

that she had grown up in the Drow world, or how she would fare on the surface.

Vincent tapped himself on the head and sighed. He feels that he is thinking too far. For now,

the Wizard was still trapped in Dark Elven City, still at the center of the Drow struggle, still on

the battlefield. We had to get this one over with. Perhaps because he had learned too much

about prophetic magic, Vincent felt that his mind was wandering far into the future instead

of focusing on the immediate moment. In fact, the great future is only paved by countless

humble present, the road under our feet first, the ethereal future will become more and more

clear.

The most important thing at hand is how to face Mother Batana again. The Master realized

that the success of Brisha's disguise depended only on the success of her family's plan. But

now, if Batana sees through the disguise, it's Vincent who could be in trouble first.

Who says he's been in the Second Family audience room all this time?

At this thought, Vincent could no longer maintain the over-relaxed state he had just been in.

He hurried to inspect the scene and correct some unreasonable places. All his attacks had

originally been launched from the same place, the Second Family buildings, but now his first

task was to shoot magic at any possible hiding place from the direction of the dark fairy

mother.

With his insight, Vincent is able to see through some of the flaws in Brisha's preparation of

the body. If he looked very closely, a priest skilled in healing might be able to see some clues.

Although the dark elves were not good at delicate healing, Vincent had to be careful of

Mother Batana, who, as a Drow woman with a great deal of experience in fighting, might

examine the bodies carefully.

"But luckily for me," Vincent said. Vincent leans over and uses the scroll of transfiguration to

further disguise the bodies. Since these are already corpses, there is no point in biological

transfiguration.

Vincent looks at the results while he changes the bodies. In particular, the imitation of Brisha's

mother was the focus of the master's work. With the help of his newly discerned eye, Vincent

had already recorded the physical characteristics of the "undead" Drow mother, and now he

had no difficulty in disguising the corpse.

The only thing wrong was the blood. There's a lot of blood on the floor, which is barely

enough, but the blood in these bodies dries up too quickly. Vincent's "Principles of Creation"

scroll can only work on inanimate objects, not half living things like soul golem, let alone

blood and living limbs. After all, the power of life is in the hands of the gods, and priests are

better at dealing with these situations. The ancient Archarmists were already powerful enough

to use the method of transferring souls to create golem.

According to Vincent's "Enigma", the third chapter of the five-chapter scroll is called "Higher

Creation", where there are records of life and golem making. If the scroll can be found, it will

not only have new and strong deformation and repair abilities in the future, but also unlock

all the secrets of the artificial limb of the pure gold golem.

Vincent thought back to what he had seen through the wand of prophecy and printed it in

his mind once more. Then he shook his head. "I didn't know it was in that place. Even in the

Dark City of Elves, I could have come in and found what I was looking for, but it was in that

place. How can I speak?"

The noise of fighting outside the gate gradually died down, and Vincent simply leaned against

the wreckage of the pillar, pretending to be weak.

With the loud explosion, the door of the audience room was blown to pieces. At the same

time, a great flash of light appeared in the cluttered hall, and the room was suddenly lit up

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like day. Fortunately, Vincent's penetrating eyes were not damaged by this strong light, or he

would have been blinded by the sudden light even if he were not a dark elf.

Weakness is for attack. The Dark Elves were not going to waste such a clear head start, and

the remaining First Family warriors rushed in, quickly occupying key attack points.

But in the room, with only the living members of the First family -- if Vincent's status as a

consultant mage still counts -- Batana looks with some surprise at the fallen bodies of Drow

women, who were "former" sacrifices of the Second Family, and then the mother looks at

Vincent resting against a pillar.

"What's going on here? I can't believe a male like you can stand up to so many elite Drow!

Talk! What the hell is going on?" Mother Batana shouted. The sudden triumph excited her,

but the simplicity of it made her suspicious.

"Oh no! I've thought of everything except to invent my own way of defeating these priests. '

-- Vincent's brain is racing, thinking of countermeasures -- "If it was Brisha, how would she

have covered up this sacrificial death? There was no foreign sorcerer in her plan to interfere!"

Vincent immediately thought of one of Brisha's unusual actions, which was to destroy the

statue of the spider goddess. As a dark elf and the matriarch of a family, such an act was

unorthodox. No! It's worse than that. It's not that different from killing yourself. The only

explanation is that the Spider goddess allowed Mother Brisha to destroy the statue as part of

her plan to take over the First Family.

With this in mind, Vincent knew what to say.

Pretending to be tired, Vincent spoke in a fluent tone - a deliberate disguise to confuse Batana

and cast doubt on the Master's current condition. Subterfuge is sometimes more effective

than elaborate disguise. "Dear Mother Batana, I came round from the bottom of this room

and saw these damn drow praying before the Statue of the Spider. I was going to attack them,

but then something strange happened." Vincent paused, then continued, "The statue

suddenly opened, and a strong light and shock spread all at once. Most of the priestesses

were killed immediately. As you dark elves always curse, 'May the light consume you!' 'and

thus they have lost most of their fighting power."

Vincent points to the destroyed room: "Then I had to fight some priests, and their mother

died in the beginning and had no command, so I killed some of them. That was the end of

the battle." The Master believed that for Batana, who had been guided by the goddess to

start the war, all the winning factors would be pushed to the spider Goddess, and all the

questions would be perfectly answered.

Batana looked at Vincent, but could not read any information from his eyes. The strange, pure

black eyes hid the psychological changes of this human being, so that the master mother

could not guess. Batana strode over to the bodies and looked at "Brisha's remains" to examine

them.

Vincent looked at the Dark Elf troops following him and was not reassured until he found

Shelley's figure. The Drow looked discomfated, as if she had been through some hard battles.

Fortunately Vincent did not see any wounds on her body. The Drow's dodging and parading

style of "don't get hurt" was the safest way to deal with the poison of "cut and die."

He winked twice at Shelley and went on to talk to his mother. As long as he could distract her,

the fake corpse would never give away.

"Your Eminence, as a counsellor, I have done more than my duty. Obviously, I am not a Drow,

so I should have no problem asking for some reward."

Anger raged inside Matron Batana. A human, a lowly male, who has been given the great

privilege of doing his little service for the noble house of Drow, and who has done them such

a favor, now wants a reward! These wretched crawlers are meant to be the food for

underground lizards! Only then do they know the meaning of gratitude!

However, the mage always chose the moment when Batana was in a dilemma to make a

request. The task of receiving the Second House is very heavy, and it is best to finish all the

work before dawn to avoid the prying eyes of the other houses. At this point, it's not the time

for a face-off.

Batana tried to put on a smile, but looked even more ferocious: "Counselor Mage, what is it

you want?"

"Specifically, I want a human being." Vincent gave Shelley a quick glance, a deliberate way of

telling her his final answer. The Master knew in his heart that Shelley, however important she

was, was only a half-blood and could never truly be the mother of the Drow family. A Drow

left in the city of Prudence, in the house of the Dark Elves, could not be a Drow and would

definitely be killed in competition with her peers. Shelley's fate was sealed the moment she

was born, and she should have been put to death. However, as a mixed-race woman, Batana

was fortunate enough to survive into adulthood, delaying the moment of her death. Shelley's

knowledge of her own mortality made her more determined to leave the city.

Even for his own sake, Vincent decided to give the first mother a chance. If she nodded and

gave Shelley to the Master, Vincent would tell her about Brisha's plan. After all, Batana would

have murdered the half-breed by keeping the white-skinned dark elf around; Letting go

would keep her alive, even if she were reduced to a slave or a prize. Vincent never cared which

of the two families would win and which would lose.

"No! Male, you are not qualified to make such demands!" Batana refused the offer sternly:

"You are only doing your duty, and this fight belongs to the goddess, praise the great spider

goddess!"

This, then, was a solid step towards the death of the First family.