The early morning sun gradually climbed up to the roof, and then reluctantly began to slowly slide down from the top of the Holy Mountain of Heather. The songs of the elves never stopped, nor did the chirping of the birds. Queen Hernvanre 's account is like a long poem, but it contains countless painful chapters.

The meeting in the palace had dispersed, leaving only Vincent and Shelley on the observation platform at the top of the mountain. Sokka, whose stomach was growling with hunger, was led by Carol to find delicious food; the Elf Queen was also distracted by taking care of the sacred tree seeds that were sent back. The mage wanted to take another look at the whole picture of Salantir from a high place in order to think about how to face the attack of the undead army.

"Do you have to help these elves?" Shelley stood next to Vincent and said: "According to what the female elf said, the army of the undead is very cunning and as powerful as the flood. They regard the residents here as prey. Hunting around in the dark night. It sounds like a very dangerous thing. I am now thinking about why the elf woman used common language to describe all this. If she had used elf language that I could not understand, she would not have let me So worried."

"Her Majesty the Queen is not using Common Language to scare you, she is just telling the facts." Vincent sighed: "I didn't expect that there is such a strong undead army in the continent of Blasares . Why did they come from the cold and damp cemetery? Climb out of the forest and harass the creatures living in this forest?"

"It's because the cemetery is cold and damp." Shelley smiled: "In the underground world, we have also dealt with these cold dead souls. Some drow are even masters of controlling the dead. Just like making soul-bound corpses. If When it comes to dealing with this kind of undead monster, dark elves are definitely good at it."

"But it is impossible for them to come to the surface world." Vincent looked into Shelley's eyes: "Where the sun can shine, the priests of the Holy Greafury are also experts in expelling the undead. With the help of the power of the sun and light god, they can make those souls return. Go to the world of the dead and let them disappear in the world of the sun. But the Greafury Empire is going through a war now, and even the Holy Knights have to seek help from their allies, and it is impossible for them to come here to help."

"Is there nothing you mages can do?" Shelley said: "I once saw some mages using skeletons and ghosts as servants."

"It's not that there isn't a way, but it's very difficult. Unless you have magical attainments like the Archmage, mages will be hard-pressed to deal with the undead." Vincent walked to the edge of the platform, holding on to the sacred branch. Surrounded by a fence: "In the last battle, the undead were not eliminated. I don't know if they will come again."

"As I just asked, why do you have to help these elves?" Shelley said: "Even if you don't consider the hatred between drow and elves, I still think you are taking too much risk. If you owe them something, If you have to use services to compensate, then such assistance is reasonable. But I cannot agree with you in any case to risk your own life and then help this group of pointed ears living in the forest for free. "

"Even if it is free help, I will do it, not to mention that this time I am asking for help from them." Vincent said with a smile: "On the other hand, I also want to see how powerful these undead are."

"Are you determined to stay and help these guys?" Shelley approached Vincent, the two of them were only one step away: "I remind you again, the enemy you face is very powerful, and you may even lose your life. Even so, you can't Want to stay?"

"It's hard to change what I've decided." Vincent said: "If it's something I promised, then it must be completed. If danger really occurs, please take Sokka to a relatively safe place. That Although the little guy comes from a powerful race, he still has no experience in war."

"I will hide Sokka. Anyway, she and I have part of the same blood." Shelley continued: "But if there is a battle, don't always put me behind. Even when facing the powerful Soul Binding Corpses and vampires, my weapons are powerful enough to fight through the sea of blood."

"I believe this." Vincent leaned against the fence. He was a little tired from standing for a long time and listening to the Elf Queen's story: "As a person who left the dark world, what do you think of these undead creatures?"

Shelley closed her eyes and bit her lower lip gently with her teeth. She thought for a while and looked at the mage with her purple pupils again: "Vincent, since you must stay here to fight, then I will tell you this. If my memory is worthy of the words Dark Elf, then then I know the origin of the undead creatures."

"You know? What's going on?" Vincent looked surprised: "Are those creatures connected to the underground world?"

"Vincent, do you know how the first family began to rule Prudence City..."

What Shelley tells is a secret that only the first family knows. Thousands of years ago, even after taking refuge with the Spider Goddess, the dark elves were still unable to become the overlords of the Underdark. Monsters who escaped from the Grand Arcanist War wandered in the dark underground, threatening the safety of this new race at all times. Moreover, the drow's internal fighting with each other also greatly depleted their power. Although every family understands that if they cannot communicate unanimously, they will inevitably lose the right to continue to survive, but the evil nature of the dark elves prevents them from trusting each other. until one day……

The matron of the first family made a sacrifice to the Spider Goddess. No one knows what kind of sacrifice she provided to the goddess, but she obtained a powerful item-the Necromantic Orb. This was actually an item made by the Grand Arcanist on the ground . It was lost in the chaos of war and eventually became a gift from the Spider Goddess to her followers. At that time, there were still a few surviving mages among the dark elves, and they worked together with the mistress to summon a terrifying army.

Fortunately, the First Matron did not use this army to attack her kind, and the drow of Prudence City were spared a battle against ghosts and vampires. The native monsters of the underground world became victims of this killing, and the blood even stained the passages throughout the Underdark.

Even if it has a thick carapace and sharp claws, even if it contains deadly toxins or horrific infectious diseases, these powers are useless in front of the undead . In just over a month, starting from the passages around Prudence City and ending in the entire Dark Territory, the terrifying power of the First Family completely "sorted out" those creatures that refused to surrender.

The cruelty of the undead creatures combined with the well-trained army of the dark elves made the secret work very simple. The situation of these battles has never been reported. The other families in Prudence City didn't even know that the first family had used the undead to win.

When countless slave soldiers and mountains of loot were transported back to Prudence City, every family was surprised by the strength of the first family. They simply did not dare to inquire about the battle - even if they had the intention, they did not have the ability - so, under the deliberate concealment of the First Mistress, only the most core members of the family knew about the Necromantic Orb. Since then, no one has questioned the status of the First Family.

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The Spider Goddess has a kind of "fairness" that she maintains. In order to better appreciate the tactics and tricks, she took back the Necromantic Orb. She told the matron of the first family that this item was placed in a corner of the surface world. When the dark elves counterattack the elves, this item will appear again.

Because Batana once wanted her fair-skinned daughter to be a candidate for a mistress, so she told her this history. The First Family has never given up looking for this treasure, and being able to regain it will greatly increase their strength.

"If that group of undead creatures suddenly appeared in the world, it may be related to this item." Shelley said: "When countless undead creatures are rushing towards you, even a dangerous place like the Underdark cannot To stop this horror, why would you put yourself in danger for these skinny creatures?”

Vincent rubbed his chin, thinking about what Shelley said. Although these two things seem to be very related, there is a very big loophole. If that necromantic orb still exists, then it will be one of the rare magic items handed down from ancient times like his own fine gold arm. Without the corresponding ability, it will never be used. This necromantic orb is obviously a mage's item, otherwise the former mistress of the first family would not have asked the mage to assist. There is no one who can use the power of the Grand Arcanist now . Except for Vincent who has the "Arcane Secret Scroll" and thus obtains the same power, those detailed records about ancient magic disappeared with the death of the God of Magic. The ancient Grand Arcanist None of the magicians were left in the world.

Vincent couldn't think of anyone else who could use that kind of spell to awaken the power of the Necromantic Orb. Without the general outline scroll of Chapter 1, simply looking at other "laws of creation" can only inspire mages when casting spells, but cannot learn any new spells at all, and it is even more difficult to cast power like the ancient great arcane masters. Impossible to achieve. The first scroll is like the foundation of a building. Vincent has all the building materials in his hands. No matter how strong other people's understanding is, they can't build a magical house.

"Shelley, how does that magic weapon work? Are the undead summoned or created?"

"I'm not sure about that." Shelley replied: "After all, I haven't seen that thing with my own eyes, and I'm not a mage. How can I know? However, our first family's technology in creating undead is much better than other families. Could it be related to this magic bead?"

"It's very possible." Vincent said: "Even after listening to your story, I am still not sure about the origin of those undead. If it is really as you said, a disaster caused by a magic item, then Things are simpler: just destroy the undead orb. Although there is the possibility that some undead creature rules an army to attack Salantir, this explanation is worse than the magic item. Be bizarre..."

"What are you going to do?" Shelley said: "Although you are very powerful, you can't fight endlessly like the undead. What is there in the Elf Kingdom that is worth your risk and your sacrifice? The price?"

"If I just say 'the power of friendship made me stay', that is not comprehensive. This reason is not only a lie to you, but also to my own heart." Vincent said: "There is something in the Elf Kingdom . It's what I need. My curiosity drives me to find out what magic is, and that item is a good shortcut. I think that when I can help them solve the current crisis, I will be qualified to propose solutions to the elves. requirements.”

"If it's a remunerative mission, then I will participate." Shelley licked her lips: "I will never fight for something that is not practical."

At this time, Carol returned to the temple, and Sokka was not with her. The female elf was very surprised to see Vincent and 'Shelley' still staying at the top of the holy mountain and not leaving. She walked towards the mage slowly, but her steps always seemed a little frivolous, as if she was blocked by some thoughts in her heart, which made her stumble a little.

"Good day. You two are still here, don't you feel tired?" Carol forced a smile, but her eyes only looked at the mage: "Soka has finished eating and is already lying on the bed soundly asleep. You two It’s time to go have a meal, the food of our elves is quite good.”

"I'm not hungry." Shelley just glanced at Carol and then returned her gaze to the mage: "But I won't force you and deprive you of your right to eat. So, I'd better go back and see Sokka."

After saying that, she quickly left the temple, as if there was nothing else to miss. When Shelley passed by Carol, her hand involuntarily touched the rapier at her waist.

Vincent also discovered this and was puzzled by Shelley's more provocative behavior. He hurriedly said to the elf who was still unaware of the danger: "Carol, I have something to ask you about the situation of the undead."

Shelley's hand left the weapon, as if nothing had happened, and the female drow quickly left the palace.

After her footsteps completely disappeared, Carol stood in front of Vincent. She lowered her head, and then suddenly glanced around her; her hands rubbed back and forth, controlled by a sense of anxiety.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" The mage noticed something strange about the elf, but even with his brain he couldn't figure out why the two ladies became very strange at the same time today.

Carol finally raised her head and asked in a low voice and with some hesitation: "Is Shelley a dark elf?"

Vincent's expression didn't change much, but he was shocked inside. How did Carol guess Shelley's identity? The first thing that comes to anyone who has heard of the Dark Elves is the typical silver hair and black skin, especially the unique skin color, which is simply the hallmark of the drow. Shelley is completely opposite to that. Judging from her appearance, Shelley is actually closer to a celestial creature, just like the little angel Sokka. The bloodline power of the dark elves cannot cover up the powerful genetic ability of the celestial creatures, and the white skin should be able to avoid most people's guesses.

'Could you have guessed it from her name?' Vincent thought in his mind. "Shelley" is indeed a name derived from the Dark Elf language, but in the surface world, although this name is uncommon, it does not exist. And just using the name as a reason for doubt is not the character of the elves - they always judge a thing from the good side first.

If she denies this matter, Carol will probably not investigate further. The shared adventure life has already formed the mage's trust in the hearts of her companions. But how could Vincent deceive his friends?

"Yes, she is a drow, to be precise, a half-dark elf." Vincent confirmed: "She comes from Prudence City."

Carol nodded, looked around again, and once again made sure that no one was around, she said, "Vincent, why did you take her with you? If someone discovers it, it would be a very scary thing. And, do you know that woman?" With your character, don’t you know you are in danger?”

"Danger?" Vincent shook his head: "I don't think there is any danger. In my opinion, Shelley has a good soul." The mage thought for a moment, and then said: "Carol, from your tone, it seems that you I knew Shelley before, right?"

"Know?" The elf's expression became very serious: "If you say the name Shelley, I have only heard of it in the past few days. But I think all the elves in Salantir have heard of the 'Drow Executioner' 's name. Although the dark elves will use some secret passages to attack the elves, causing some casualties. But with our efforts, this momentum has gradually been curbed. But in recent years, Saranti Some elven settlements outside of Er are often attacked, and the one who appears most frequently is a killer who is skilled in using a rapier. He is very well-equipped, just like a dark elf noble. But unlike ordinary nobles, he frequently appears in Generally, only drow apprentices will participate in ground massacre missions, which cause great harm. Sometimes, they will even go to the surface alone, as if killing has become an indispensable part of life. Even if there are occasional The patrol could find his traces, but no elf could catch this terrible murderer. Since he used weapons instead of spells, we always thought it was a male drow. Until one day, a group of friends and I met the Executioner.”

Vincent frowned. Although Carol was standing in front of him and Shelley was obviously fine, the encounter did not harm the two people in front of him. But according to Shelley's skill, it will definitely cause casualties among the elves, but this gap is not easy to fill.

Shelley must have recognized Carol and felt threatened, after all, this is the kingdom of elves; and Carol also saw clues from some clues and was worried about Vincent's safety. Both parties are his friends, but they belong to opposing races. Even if Vincent hopes that both parties will let go of their hatred, it cannot be resolved with just a few words.

"I fought with that drow for a long time. I never thought there was such an agile swordsman before. If we weren't outnumbered and dawn was coming, I think I would have died long ago. Although I was not able to see that The face of a dark elf, but I am sure it is a female drow. But what confuses me the most is that the skin on her neck is white. This thing even made the bow and arrow I originally aimed there lose sight, because Failed with surprise and trembling hands.”

"Besides, I shouldn't be the only one aware of this matter." Carol finally said.