"You are in no position to speak of any reward before me!

Vincent did not make any special remarks about Batana's words. He just nodded to her, took

his staff and quietly turned away.

Batana looked at the mage, but she did not feel her usual sense of exuberance. Male dark

elves, stunned by her majesty, prostrate at her feet, trembling, pleading. All this brought her

great satisfaction. As she had said herself, conquest was the best feeling in the world. However,

she met a man like Vincent who came from the surface. He was like a hard bone that could

not be chewed, which made Mother Batana feel powerless from the bottom of her heart.

Neither threats nor inducements could make him give in to his mother. Although in words

and actions, Vincent is still respectful, always showing a humble and obedient expression. But

Batana herself knew that the dark elves had no place in the heart of the human male. The socalled First family, the so-called First Matriarch, was looked down upon by this human.

Batana knew that she could never truly conquer this man. He would never agree with the dark

elf.

"Then, where we cannot conquer, we must destroy it..." "Batana thought to herself.

Vincent walked slowly out the door as the dark elves moved out of the way for the man who

had "single-handedly triumphed over the Second Family sacrifice." However, there was one

person who was worried about him: Shelley.

She was conflicted. She was half happy and half sad. Happy because Vincent had just asked

Mother Batana for a reward, and everyone knew what the Master wanted. Shelley was relieved

that Vincent would help her leave the city of Prudence, as long as he kept his own possessory

desires. Shelley had been taught that there were only two emotions to trust. One was

reverence and love for the spider goddess, and the other was the desire to possess power or

anything else. Vincent had previously shown only a strong desire to study magic at the

Blackcrystal Tower, which made Shelley uneasy. Now, the Drow feels confident about leaving

Prudence City.

But on the other hand, she was anxious. Judging from the performance of her mother just

now, Vincent's identity as a consultant mage is probably impossible to maintain, and Batana

must have moved to kill. In the presence of the first Matron, no one had ever dared to ignore

her authority like this. Even now Vincent is still walking around the Dark Fairy City, but no one

knows when the mother will strike, and no one can say how long the mage will live.

"Whatever plan you have, do it quickly!" Shelley prayed as she stared into Vincent's eyes.

Vincent, whose perceptive eye was always aware of what was going on around him, saw

Shelley's expression and immediately understood what was worrying him. Although he

wanted to give her a reassuring look, his mother Batana's gaze was uneasy. Vincent thought

for a moment and decided to walk away in silence.

There are dead bodies piled up outside the gate. The noble dark elves are nothing more than

cheap pieces of meat, slaughtered by their own kind. They lay sprawled in the passageway,

with all their wounds and pained expressions, growing cold. The broken machetes and broken

shields spoke of the brutality of the battle that had taken place here, but the contorted bodies

and the bloodstained carnage were not the result of battle -- dark elves, after all, were not

races that defeated their opponents by brute force, but only by powerful sorcery -- the

sorcery of Batana.

Vincent looked at the corpse of a female Drow, her joints turned upside down, her body in

an unnatural position, like a wet cloth that had been twisted dry by two men. With her tongue

sticking out, drool and blood congealing on her face and chin, protruding eyeballs record her

last moments of pain and despair.

This was a noble dark elf sacrifice, usually high above, but in death it was no more than this.

From the other side of the aisle a group of men ran quickly. They tried to tread as softly as

possible, but there was no noise of battle to cover the scene, and Vincent found them easily.

His penetrating eye sweeps over them, and a crossbow bolts out.

'Not a dark elf! Vincent took a step back to avoid the attack. The newcomers were teams of

humans and gray dwarves, wearing light armor and walking incessantly, aiming their bows

and arrows at the mage.

Vincent swung his wand at once, and an invisible wall of force field cut the corridor in two.

Crossbows, unable to penetrate the magical effect, fell to the ground.

These men were not of the First Family, nor did they look like the men of Brisha. All non-Drow

creatures are cannon fodder, and you can't go wrong with that. If this group of humans were

used for defense and offense, they would be placed in the first row.

Unless they don't belong to any dark Elf family.

There is only one mercenary in the city of Prudence, but they mainly deal with merchants who

travel to and from the underworld, and they are never known to have been involved in battles

between dark elves. Excluding this mercenary, there is only one possibility: these men before

Vincent are the so-called "underground Guild."

Phelps Littlefinger was not in the vanguard, which reassured Vincent. Even though he knew

that they were Batana's reinforcements, and that they had probably broken through the

underground sewers, Vincent decided to teach them a lesson. Littlefinger had said that these

men saw Vincent as an enemy and wanted to do something against him, so Vincent did not

want to be polite to them.

The narrow passageways slow them down, and the architecture of the Dark Elves' houses is

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not suitable for creatures without the ability to float or fly. Even though they hold their shields

against attacks from the front, they are only as good as the big axes, spears and bows, which

are weak against spells.

A chilling chill shot out of the tip of the Power staff, just in time for the wall of Power to be

disarmed by the mage. The white ice tore through their defenses, and the vapor in the air

cooled quickly, obscuring and stinging their eyes. Those wearing metal gear felt even more

miserable. They even felt that the gear had frozen with their skin, and that they would lose a

great deal of flesh and blood if they removed it. In addition to their bodies, the cold stiffened

and slowed their minds.

Magic itself was against the laws of nature. From behind the cold ice pick, fiery balls of fire fly.

The heat of the explosion shattered the already fragile weapons and equipment, and even

flesh and blood fell apart under the impact of the huge contrast in temperature. In this narrow

space, even if there is a flexible skill, there is no room for display, can only watch the flames

toward the body, and then be engulfed.

The dark elves in the room heard what was going on outside and rushed out. They did not

understand what was happening, but instinctively sided with Vincent. After all, this man is still

the First Family's advisor Mage. The machete cut down on those who were wounded.

Matron Batana saw the charred bodies and noticed their costumes and costumes. She

immediately ordered her men to stop the attack. The surviving humans wailed in the heat of

the flames, and now thought it would be the greatest mercy to be killed by a sword.

"Mages! What's going on! Why are you attacking our reinforcements?" Batana has black

smoke on her hands, and as long as she touches her body, she will be attacked by powerful

negative energy, even if she does not die, she must remove half her life.

Master understand, this time can not be flustered, as long as a little excessive action, Batana

may be reckless to play. Vincent is not afraid of the battle with Batana, after all, one has

experienced a series of fierce battles, and Vincent's so-called "hard fight Zhuo sacrifice" is just

an illusion, he is in a better state. However, once he and Batana fall out, it means that the

evacuation plan must be carried out immediately. The Magic Circle in the Black Crystal Tower,

the appointed time with Hardy and others will be ignored. It's not Vincent's style to act in

such a chaotic and unplanned way.

"Dear Mother, I was only defending myself." Vincent made his first half-bow to the mother.

"They tried to attack me."

'How can this be? They're Allies of the family, and they're here to deal with that bitch Brisha.

Attacking you? What grounds do they have?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not wearing a consultant's badge." Vincent said, "But I don't think

they were able to see my outfit from a distance in a hurry with their poor torches. Their attack

was definitely aimed at the First family. '

In any case, the people who had just arrived were dead and wounded. Those who are still

alive can only scream, and it is impossible to correct the words of the master. Vincent naturally

tried to set the First family against the underground union.

Besides, under Brisha's careful planning, the First family in front of the Master does not have

much time left, even if they are allowed to exert their residual heat. There's always something

comforting about watching bad guys fight bad guys.

"Nonsense! You think you can deceive with these two words..." Before Batana could finish her

words, with a soft click in the darkness, three crossbow bolts met end to end and shot at the

first mistress. A crossbow of this speed, very much like the one in Mark's hand. Only a dwarf

could build such an elaborate device. Vincent concentrated and his eyes immediately caught

the dwarf's figure. Not only that, but also Littlefinger Phelps, whom he had not seen for a long

time. The two little men were hurrying away from the scene.

"Asshole! "Batana ducked down to dodge the oncoming crossbow with the agility of a young

dark elf. The three bolts were like a sharp slap in the face of her self-righteous mistress. Batana

was furious and ordered to hunt down the lowly reptiles who had just attacked!

Vincent shot a bolt of lightning in the direction Littlefinger had just run before all the drow.

No matter how fast the little ones' legs were, they could not outrun the long legs of the dark

Elves, especially in this camp. Vincent's lightning bolts have an explosive effect, and the Drow,

which had been rapidly pursuing him, is blocked by the resulting air stream, slowing him down.

The Wizard now wants to catch up and give his friend a big hug. The absence was longer

than the seven years they had spent apart after their adventure. Vincent always felt that the

heavy rocks of the Underdark made his slender body look even smaller.

The mother let out a low growl and realized the sheer futility of the chase. She called her men

back and cursed the damned underground union in her mind, but first she had to concentrate

on cleaning up the battlefield.

If she did not hurry, the battle would be wasted. The purpose of the First family here is to

strengthen themselves by fighting, and those treacherous traitors will one day have to deal

with them!

Vincent stared in the direction Littlefinger had left for a long time before he came to himself.

He bowed his head and leaned on his staff, and silently walked away from him in the opposite

direction.

Shelley looked silently at Vincent's figure, not knowing what she was thinking.