Standing in front of the entrance to the Second Family house, Vincent suddenly feels very

lonely. He had just met Littlefinger, and his longing to see his friends had flared up even more

than at the get-together months before. He was desperate to find a place where he could

laugh and talk.

Gradually, his mind became restless, and he felt an urge to start running away from the action.

The Tower is now open to the mage, and Vincent can forcibly erase the trail without reading

the last part about the Dark Elf Barrier. He now felt that no one in the Underdark would dare

stand in his way. Neither the beasts roaming the cave passages nor the treacherous geology

nor the powerful dark Elves would be able to stop Vincent from leaving. The heat was burning

inside him, and even the staff felt the rising magical power and began to tremble a little.

An underground wind blew, smelling of blood. In the cold air, the murderous smell of the war

between Kingo was still not completely gone. Vincent's mind was slowly cooled by the wind.

He looked at the staff he held in his hands, feeling the fanaticism and excitement of the

feedback from above, but in his heart he was secretly worried.

"What happened to me just now? I didn't get this excited before." He looked at the ruined

Dark Elf building to distract himself. Flames still burned in places on the destroyed wreckage.

But in this large cave, where the city of Prudence is located, these sparks appear so small that

they can never drive away the darkness.

"It may be that I have been in this environment for so long that I am slowly changing." Vincent

explains to himself.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, but smells the pungent stench of the ogre

warriors below. The battle was over, the Lord they had served had vanished, and the ogres

who were slaves had no reason to continue. They had no loyalty except for money, and the

"fall" of the second House merely gave them a new master, and life went on.

A few First Family warriors are organizing these ogres, and this is their prize. The slaves,

unscathed or only slightly wounded, made their way slowly toward the First family compound

in two rows. Those who are dead and those who are too badly wounded to need medical

attention will be fed to the family to feed the beasts.

After a while, the elite family warriors also come out, most of them carrying items that appear

to have been taken from the Second family's treasure room. They were followed by priests,

not only members of the First family, but also a number of "defectors." Vincent believes that

these people will be subjected to a rigorous examination before they actually join the First

Family, but there is no second reassuring role for the mother except Batana herself who is

able to conduct this examination. After two losses, not only did the First family lose all its

efforts and most of its soldiers, but even the family sacrifice also suffered considerable

casualties.

Fortunately, this battle with the Brisha family was "won", and Batana was able to replenish her

resources and regain her strength. And the raid was a success, with more loot than her mother

had ever imagined. What they got was at least five times greater than what they lost.

"Batana's head must be full of First family honors right now. Once again, she stands at the

pinnacle of power." Vincent looked at the arrogant first lady: "But you are standing at this

summit, there is a giant worm called Brisha is digging a hole, how long can you hold on?"

Finally leaving this station are hordes of zombies, they move slowly, but will never stop until

they reach their goal. These dead, without thought or consciousness, are ignored. Even if left

unattended, they return to the home of the First family. When Vincent sees a large number

of zombies, he knows that Brisha's plan is working. This time, instead of turning some of the

Drow's elite dead warriors into horsemen, Batana wasted no time in turning them into

zombies. It seems that their spells and powers have been exhausted, and the only thing that

can wear them down these days is vetting the loyalties of their captives. It seems that the

dwindling number of sacrifices has made Batana nervous and quickly absorbed the remaining

sacrifices of the Second family, hoping to immediately restore her magic deterrent power.

This makes it almost impossible to create the dead, which can only be transformed into

zombies.

Vincent walks slowly toward the Crystal Tower, leaning on the wand. At this moment, he did

not want to fly to the sky, and the feeling of being wrapped by night was really unpleasant.

Now his feet felt the cold touch of the stone on the ground. This down-to-earth feeling made

the master feel more relaxed.

The whole city was silent except for the rustling of the ground as the zombies walked.

Although the operation was shrouded in secrecy, there were no shortage of prying eyes and

onlookers. All families have their own spies, always looking out for others. These other family

witnesses are not a big problem; They were unable, or rather unwilling, to meddle so much,

to identify the attacking family. As long as Batana had cleared the barons of House Brisha,

the matter would be left alone, as was the rule of the Dark Elves. As a result, the area around

the Second House is like a blind spot in the Dark Spirit City, where battles take place, but the

eyes of the other houses are focused and unintentionally "blind" to the situation.

Without Brisha's plan, Vincent absolutely admits that this is a successful operation. Absorbing

the vast majority of the Second family's forces, Batana's power would continue to swell. Now,

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however, the resurrection of the First Family is a sure thing, which requires Vincent to carry

out his plan as quickly as possible. No one knows the timetable for Mother Brisha's attack on

the First Family. The only thing that is certain is that it will come soon. After all, Brisha can't

wait until Mother Batana brainwashes her family members one by one.

Still, with Hardy it's been five days since they parted ways, and half of that time has passed. If

there were no surprises, four more nights would make Prudence City a memory for Vincent -

- though one he did not wish to revisit.

The Black Crystal Tower is still so quiet that no one dares approach it. Although Vincent's

residence has been revealed, the success of the First family will also deter those who want to

take him into consideration. Those who had planned to get a piece of the pie have withdrawn

-- they could have faced any other opponent, but the prestige accumulated by the First family

over the centuries could have held them back.

"Sokka! Vincent entered the tower and called for the cherub. Although he could see the angel

with his penetrating eye, this call was more convenient than trying to find it.

There was no answer from the tower.

Vincent's head went "buzz" and he rushed up to the second floor, searching every spot

carefully with his eyes.

The little angel was hiding behind a bookshelf with his arms around his knees, his head buried

deep, his wings wrapped tightly around him, and he was curled up in a shivering ball.

Vincent walked over and put his hand on Sokka's wing. The angel shook and suddenly raised

his head with tears in his eyes. "Brother Vincent, you scared me to death..." Then she flung

herself into the arms of the master and wept bitterly.

Vincent immediately set up a silent barrier around her. This was the magic of the dark Elves,

and now he was using it. Little Sokka's words were timid, but his cry was not small. Vincent

did not want to let the crying alarm others, so he had to use this method to suppress it.

The little angel could not hear her own crying and felt very strange. She looked up at Vincent

and wanted to ask him what was wrong.

But she couldn't hear herself either. The frightened little angel tugged at her ears, opened her

big mouth and shouted loudly. Her face was more worried than ever.

When Vincent put Sokka down from his arms, he noticed that she was very light, almost like

a hollow feather. He first closes Sokka's mouth with his hand, and then removes the silencing

effect.

The roar from Sokka's mouth was snapped straight back by the mage. She froze for a moment,

as if relieved, and smiled through tears.

"Sokka, don't be afraid. What's going on?" Vincent touched the top of her head. Like his dwarf

friend Newton, the Wizard had no experience in wooing girls. The Wizard now uses the same

gestures he used to use when he was a kid at home petting his dog.

"I'm so scared! After you left, I was all alone, and suddenly a door appeared in the air, like a

door made of colorful lights. ' Little Sokka, wiping tears with his sleeve, said in a broken voice,

"I was afraid the bad guy was coming, so I used 'You can't see me' very well. And out of it

came three men in long robes."

Vincent handed Sokka his handkerchief, for Xiao Tian had his eye on the clean robes after he

had used his sleeves.

"Thank you brother Vincent," he said. The little angel continued, "The three men searched the

room for a long time, looking around, but fortunately they did not find me. They said a lot of

things, but only one of them understood me. It was like, 'He's not here.'"

The little angel's eyes suddenly turned red again, and the tears began to roll in them again:

"Suddenly, suddenly the two men killed the third man who came with them from behind. It

was so terrible, so terrible, so..." Sokka blushed when she couldn't find the right words to go

on. "That was a child, a dark elf boy. Then they left through the multicolored door."

Vincent thought for a moment. From Sokka's description, he could not tell what had

happened. But one description caught his eye: "Sokka, did they send a colorful round door

to walk out?" One side of the door lets people out, but the other side doesn't?"

'How do you know that? Were you already hiding and peeking? ' Sokka blinked and stared

into Vincent's face.

There is only one spell that can do this: Teleportation. Any door spell can also change position

instantaneously, but it only works on the caster himself, so that three people come out at

once, only teleport.

Vincent opens his scroll case and finds the "long-cherished" Teleporter scroll. The mage had

copied many teleportation spells in the past, intended to be used during his escape. However,

upon his return from the temple, all teleportation and plane movement spells had lost their

effect, and Vincent put the scrolls away.

If Teleportation works, leaving the Underdark would be surprisingly easy.

When the spell is spoken, the mage is hopeful. One by one, the words on the scroll

disappeared, and the magical energy filled the air. Just when Vincent thought the job was

done, the spell suddenly stopped.

"Damn it! It still doesn't work! ' Vincent said angrily, "Why can that guy work? That's strange."

Sokala Vincent's hand, not understanding what was happening, whispered, "Brother Mage,

don't worry."

"Sokka, I know you may not be happy about this, and you may be afraid again." Vincent

thought for a moment and then said, "But since this could be very important, would you

please show me the place where the terrible murder took place?"