Arcane Journey

Seeing this horrifying scene, the gray dwarf merchant was instantly awakened from his shock.

Having spent many years adventuring in the Underdark, he recognized the monster's identity almost instinctively.

Talacot's face suddenly changed, and he cursed loudly and gave orders: "Damn it, it's a throat-locking monster! Quick, fire the adamantine crossbow and aim at the monster!"

In fact, he didn't need to urge them at all, as the experienced gray dwarf warriors had already taken action.

They held the heavy crossbows steadily and quickly loaded the sharp and gleaming adamantine arrows.

Accompanied by the "swooshing" sound of arrows breaking through the air, dozens of specially made crossbow arrows whizzed to the top of the cave, penetrated the heavy stalactites that blocked the flight path, and disappeared into the top of the deep cave.

Then, a strange "gurgling" sound was heard from the top of the cave, and strands of scarlet green blood kept dripping down.

The scream of the strangler is like sandpaper rubbing against stone, which is chilling.

Although the power of the refined gold crossbow is strong, the throat-locking monster is also very flexible, especially on the top of the intricate cave, it can move freely like an octopus in the deep sea.

Seeing the severely injured strangler trying to escape, the gray dwarf merchant Talakot's face changed and he shouted, "Don't let it get away. This guy is very vengeful. If he runs away, he will most likely follow us. Quick! Shoot it to death!"

Brian, who was standing by, saw this situation and did not choose to stand idly by.

The moment he locked onto the fleeing throat-locking monster through the fluctuations of his psychic field, his mind moved slightly, and a pure force field energy began to condense.

In an instant, his palm seemed to turn into a huge pair of pliers, and the "Bigby Grasping Palm" appeared like lightning, easily locking up the throat-locking monster that was fleeing frantically at the top of the cave.

Just like an eagle catching a chick, the throat-locking monster was firmly grasped by the huge dark blue palm, and it was easily sent into the range of the gray dwarf warriors.

Seeing this scene, the gray dwarf merchant immediately showed a look of joy. He couldn't believe that the throat-choking monster that gave him such a headache could be subdued so easily by Brian.

Of course, he also knew that now was not the time for him to admire the other party or express gratitude to Dai Xie.

Tallacot immediately waved his arms and commanded his gray dwarf warriors: "Good opportunity! Don't be soft-hearted, keep releasing your adamantium crossbows! Shoot it to death, shoot it so hard that even its mother can't recognize it! Avenge our two dead brothers!"

The arrows rained down like shuttles, fast and fierce.

With each whistling golden crossbow arrow, the throat-stopping monster's body was shot into a sieve.

After the battle, the gray dwarves with bare heads and white beards all showed expressions of great relief on their old faces for having survived the disaster.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Brian. I never thought you were such a powerful wizard."

Tallacott ordered his subordinates to clean up the battlefield, and he ran to Brian diligently, thanking him, but also said with a little embarrassment and self-blame:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Brian. I didn't know you were so powerful, so please forgive me for my offensive words about the arena."

"It's okay." Brian shook his head nonchalantly and said to Tallacott with a slightly serious look:

"You don't have to feel pressured by this. The main reason I followed the caravan, besides causing trouble, was to go to the ancient city of Orens. Do you understand what I mean, Your Excellency?"

"Of course, of course I understand."

Tallacott understood what Brian meant in an instant, and immediately patted his chest, smiling apologetically and assuring Brian:

"Don't worry, sir. With me, Talacot, here, I will definitely allow you to enter and leave the ancient city of Orens easily."

Next, under the guidance of Tallacot, the caravan continued to go deeper into the winding, maze-like tunnel.

Time cannot be wasted, and every step forward is full of unknowns and adventures.

During this long journey, despite encountering numerous difficulties and obstacles, such as the stubborn resistance of the Marsh Bear Tribe, the fierce attack of the Tauren Warriors, and even the mysterious appearance of the Abyss Demon, all threats seemed insignificant under the protection of the legendary wizard Brian. Brian was like a beacon in the darkness in the caravan, always able to cast magical spells at critical moments to dispel all dangers.

Every movement he made and every spell he uttered was like an inspiring war song, making the caravan members feel awed and at ease.

As the owner of the caravan, Talacott couldn't help but admire and trust Brian even more when he saw how powerful he was.

His attitude became more attentive as a result.

After about five days' journey, the caravan finally arrived at the ancient city of Orens, feeling exhausted and slightly relieved.

Brian stood on a flush stalactite, his eyes looking out over the land he had missed in his escape.

As he carved it, his heart was filled with emotion and novelty.

At the beginning, he was fleeing in a hurry for survival, so he had no mood to appreciate the scenery along the way.

Now, fate made him stand here again, and naturally he could not miss the opportunity to observe.

At the foot of the ancient city of Orens, Brian stopped and looked into the distance, deeply attracted by the scene before him.

What is unique about this city is that it has no crude and dull artificial buildings.

Towering stalagmites and hanging stalactites, these natural masterpieces are cleverly utilized by the city's residents.

With a patience that matched the lifespan of the dark elves, they hollowed out the interiors of these huge stones and transformed them into family castles that were sleek and harmonious in appearance, yet independent of each other.

Wherever Brian looked, colorful magical flames were jumping, illuminating the exquisite carvings on the buildings of various shapes that were comparable to the work of nature.

These buildings are as gorgeous as a dream, so magnificent that they are dazzling.

In fact, the city of Ancient Orens itself is like the drow—refined, smooth, and elegant.

Every stone and every carving here reveals an atmosphere of perfect fusion of nature and humanity.

More than tens of thousands of dark elves live here. They are comfortable and wealthy, loving each other, killing each other, and then falling in love again after killing each other.

Brian lowered the brim of his hat and followed the caravan of the gray dwarf merchant Tallacot, passing through numerous checkpoints and going through many twists and turns before finally stepping into the heart of the city.

Along the way, the dark elves' interrogations were like endless boulders, making it hard to breathe.

However, the scene before him made Brian feel confused.

What he saw and heard during the journey made him realize that everything here seemed different from what he had imagined.

Despite all the hardships and the years that have passed, he still remembers every scene from the game clearly.

Deep in the Underdark, the real source of chaos is the deity believed by the drow elves - Lolth, the Spider Queen.

This powerful deity once attempted to leap from medium divine power to a higher level of divine power, but fell into a brief sleep due to the impact of the power.

During Lolth's sleep, the drow priestesses of the Underdark lost the ability to cast divine spells.

Faced with the sudden change, many unprepared priestesses fell into deep panic.

The result is predictable. This chaos triggered a series of chain reactions.

Countless oppressed male drow elves began to resist, wanting to take the upper hand in both physical posture and sitting position. (End of this chapter)