After two days and two nights without sleep, Vincent felt so tired that he could hardly walk.

But in spite of this, he felt that his mind was still very clear, and all the magic spells and

knowledge were clearly reflected in his head. He knew, however, that it was only the

excitement of being too tired, and that he would fall asleep as soon as he lay down in bed.

"I didn't expect the last spell to be so complicated," he said. Vincent poured a basin of cold

water on his face to relax himself. "But luckily it was finished, otherwise it would have seriously

affected the final plan."

Little Sokka naturally does not have so many troubles as Vincent. Although she feels bored

without company all the time, she also has her own way to pass the time. The day before

yesterday, the little angel kept asking Vincent for a rope, which once made the master very

confused. Little Sokka said that there were no branches here, and he needed to find a place

to hang the rope to sleep. Vincent took the time to make her a rope that could be suspended

in the air -- little Sokka was very light and didn't need any magical powers.

It was also the first time Vincent had seen angels sleeping, and originally he had been

wondering how these guys with wings on their backs slept. Little Sokka flew to the suspended

rope, clasped his arms and legs tightly, lowered his wings until he reached the ground, and

fell asleep on his stomach. Vincent watched Sokka, always afraid that she would fall. But even

if the little angel fell under the rope, she was still able to hold on to it.

Vincent shook his head and slipped quietly past her until he reached the empty third floor of

the tower. He looked at the words above his head and began to search for the most important

words. There were a lot of spells on it, but most of the spell was for reinforcement, and the

spells that actually opened and closed the spell were often hidden away, hidden in other types

of writing.

"Well, there it is," said Hermione. The mage stood still, took out his magical notebook, and

began to translate the spells against the things he had arranged.

This time of effort was not in vain, but the stone steps did come down. With a smile on his

face, Vincent walked to the top of the Crystal Tower.

After all this time, Vincent is one step away from being free. He searches all over the

room for the place where the tracking array is hidden. As for the body lying on the ground,

the mage had no time to concern himself with it now.

The stench still haunts Vincent. He can't stand it anymore, so he breaks the body down

with a silver ball of energy. But as he squatted down to dispose of the body, he saw what

appeared to be writing on the bottom of the base where the giant metal balls were placed.

"Could this ball be a tracking array? That's a big ball." Vincent lay down on the ground and

slipped under the metal ball.

To his surprise, there was not only the tracking array he was looking for, but also some more

complicated spells. He used the Dark Elf version of "Unbound" to modify the tracking array,

rendering it effectively useless. Then he studied the others with curiosity.

The lack of light never hindered Vincent, who quickly copied the magic array down in his

notebook. Now he had one more errand to attend to, and had no time to continue his studies.

The most important thing was to rest, to rest enough, so that he would have the strength to

wait for the assembly in two days' time.

As he went down the tower, Vincent thought about how to take Shelley away. Mother Batana

was already seriously wary of him, and the first mother would never have allowed herself to

live much longer if she had not been held back by taking over the second family. The present

First Family compound is a huge trap, and once Vincent has entered, it is very difficult to get

out safely.

"Is it really a fight with Batana?" Vincent scratches his head. He would not have been afraid of

the challenge. After all, he could even go head-to-head with Thomas. Now, although he has

a great source of magical power, the complexity of the spells he can cast has not been

restored. It was like guarding a huge lake with only a hollow reed to draw water from.

He went back to the second floor and found Sokka already up. She was standing by the

window looking out. Hearing Vincent's footsteps, Sokka turned around and said excitedly,

"Brother Vincent, someone is fighting down there. There is a white man lecturing the bad dark

elves."

The mages knew who Sokka was talking about without looking. He rushed down, opened the

door of the Black Crystal Tower, and stood outside it.

Sure enough, Shelley was battling three Dark Elf warriors, and a little further away, two dead

bodies lay. Shelley was wounded. One arm hung limp and bleeding. Her armor was broken

in several places, and she was breathless and unable to cope with the siege.

"Stop it!" 'Vincent drinks.

Shelley then spotted the mage and shouted, "Be careful, they have an ambush for you too!"

Vincent suddenly wakes up, the dark elves clearly know that Shelley is looking for him, but

still fighting outside the Black Crystal Tower, then must have prepared a way to deal with their

own. He took a scroll out of his pocket and unfolded it quickly.

From the air came down a great net with spikes. The net was silver and looked as if it had

been woven with fine threads of mithril. The only reason for not using any other metal, it

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seems, was the magical attachment of Mithril. The net was by no means simple, and probably

had some magical inhibiting effect added.

Vincent crooked mouth, he will not leave the sky. Although that is usually the first choice, it is

also the first method of escape to be guarded. What he unlocked was a "Thor Stone spell," a

unique spell in the underworld that allows the caster to move freely through the land like a

gargoyle.

Covered by a large net that only captures the air, Vincent has already gone underground and

moved on to another location.

Dark elves can float, priests can fly, but they have no ability to fight underground creatures.

If nothing else, they don't have the ability to see through things like the Insight Eye. Like a

groundhog, Vincent pops out of nowhere to cast a few spells and then dives underground

before the besiegers can arrive.

The Dark Elves, unable to find an effective solution to the mage, immediately chose to retreat.

Shelley took one look at the Wizard and followed him into the Tower.

The magic door closed behind them. All that was left was a wall. That was why no one could

enter the tower. Shelley, who was also visiting the tower for the first time, looked around

curiously.

"Shelley, do you want some treatment? There are a lot of medical supplies around here."

"No." Shelley tore off a section of clothing and simply bandaged the wound on her arm. "It's

a little wound. It's no big deal."

She thinks for a moment, then looks around cautiously. "Vincent Shelley" lowers her voice. "Is

there anyone watching here? Is it safe to speak?"

Vincent held out his hand to the female Drow: "You took off the family crest, that's why Batana

can track you." It's the only possible means of surveillance here."

Shelley took off the family crest from her waist, looked carefully again, and placed it in

Vincent's hand. Suddenly, she took it back.

"Mage, will you take me out of the Underdark? Can you really make me safe on the surface?"

"If this badge is gone," said Shelley, pointing to it, "I would be a real traitor to the city of

Prudence. I... I will have nothing."

"So, I want your promise, your vow." Shelley smiled wryly. "To be honest, we dark elves don't

believe in promises and vows. They are for the weak to deceive. They are delusions. But right

now, I have no choice but to trust your promises. I have known since my time in Bribando

that I am no match for you, that I am a weak man before you, a weak man in my family, and

a weak man only in the whole city of Prudence. I can now trust only the delusion of the weak,

and only one word of your promise."

Shelley put the badge back in Vincent's hand and slowly pulled it away, still keeping her eyes

on the square mark. Finally, she bit her lower lip so hard that blood ran from it. Shelley closed

her eyes. "You ruin it!"

Vincent looked at Drow's expression and understood her feelings. "Shelley, destroying this

badge would be easy for me. I just want to ask you one more time, are you sure of your

choice?"

"Don't talk like a succubus. Don't tempt me any more!" Shelley shouted with all her strength,

"I'm sure! I'm out of here! Destroy it!" Then, as if all her breath had drained away, she

whispered, "If you finally decide not to take this creature of the dark world with you, then kill

me, kill me now. I have nowhere else to go. I do not want to be tortured by the horrors of the

dark Elves. I know their punishment.

She closed her eyes and held her head high, showing her neck. 'If you can't take me away,

give me a quick fix...'

Vincent held the insignia of the First family in his hand, and the silver ball floated up. In the

dazzling light, this black iron plaque became history forever.

"I, Vincent, will make your earth live free and happy. This is a mage's promise and guarantee

that he will never be late or cancel; He will only show up when he is supposed to, and when!"

Vincent snapped his fingers, smiled at Shelley and said, "How do you feel now?"

With tears in her eyes, Shelley touched the liquid on her face in surprise. "I don't know, I

suddenly felt completely empty. It was like nothing was there. Nothing was there."

"Then build a whole new life." Vincent scratches his head. "Actually, I don't know how to say

this, but the future is always better than the past. That's what my master of Prophecy always

says."

Meanwhile, in the First Family's audience room, Mother Batana looked in amazement at the

dozen dark elves standing before her. The leader, who covered his face, was physically young,

but radiated great power, which shocked the First Mother.

"Who are you? What do you want? ' Batana stood up, snake whip in hand: "This is the heart

of the First family, you servants, get out of here at once!"

"Yes, it is the heart of the First Family, and it is even the center of the whole city of Prudence."

The masked figure took off the hood, and Brisha's face came into Batana's eyes. The young

mother continued: "This will be the heart of my power!"

'Dream! Batana cursed, and the venom was directed at Vincent, who had already deceived

her during the day's battle, betraying her with Brisha and Shelley. The surface reptile, the bitch,

the ugly male!

"Brischa, can you defeat me by doing this?" Batana sneered, "It seems that your predecessor

and your predecessor's predecessor did not tell you, Batana, how powerful I am?" With that,

five or six protective spells appeared on her body, wrapping her tightly around her.

"Come on! Brisha, break it! I will give you a bitter end, I promise!"