Chapter 20: Heading Towards the Underground City

  Drow, one of the dark-skinned races of the underdark, with black smooth skin and silver white pupils, are the signs that distinguish them from their surface-dwelling cousins. However, about thirty thousand years ago, Drow did not actually exist.

  At that time, the mainland was controlled by the Elf Empire, and the Elves were the most powerful force. Humans and Beastmen were slaves of the Elves, and demons could only survive in the corners.

  But a civil war caused the empire to collapse, and a group of rebellious elves launched an internal war in the empire to create a new god. In fact, they succeeded, and the leader of the rebels gained divinity, becoming an existence that even the gods could not ignore, and the elven empire also declined due to this civil war.

  But in the end, they failed again because becoming the leader of the gods did not bring them victory. They were defeated by the spirits and forced underground, where they had to deal with some cruel dark creatures. It was a dark history that only one in ten thousand of the spirits who were forced underground survived.

  Their once pristine white skin turned black, as well as their silver-white eyes that could see objects in complete darkness underground. The black skin not only allowed them to be sheltered from the darkness but also enabled them to absorb power from it. On the contrary, the sunlight which originally gave them strength now became a fatal thing for them.

  This group of elves began to call themselves the Drow, and became followers of Lolth, the Spider Queen. They hated the surface-dwelling elves, or rather they hated everything on the surface. Like the elves, they were a matriarchal society with numerous cities underground, vying for dominance with the equally powerful gray dwarves.

  In that dark period of history, the dwarves became as cunning and cruel as the dark creatures. While fighting against the gray dwarves, internal strife was also extremely intense, with almost every city having several clans competing, persecuting, assassinating, and exterminating each other. It can be said that they perfectly demonstrated the darkest side of a family-style democratic system.

  "So, she was defeated and escaped from the struggle within her own family." After hearing Vivian's introduction to Zorvath, the spirit of this race, Mo Yan said: "In that case, the possibility that the treasure is a trap is very high. Of course, if you call Roger, it would be a different story."

  "I'm sorry, but I don't know who Roger is." Zorvath said calmly. "However, whether or not to believe it is entirely up to you. Perhaps we will also have a freak that tells the truth, just like there are intelligent Minotaurs like yourself."

  "It sounds really nice." Mo Yan applauded for Zhuo Erjing's words and said, "Flattering words, spoken so aptly. Perhaps only your kind, who are always calculating, can do it so well."

  "I'm sorry if you think I'm flattering. Zuo Er wrapped his arms around Mo Yan's thick arm, rubbing his chest slightly and said: "Then how will the wise you deal with me?"

  "The means of seduction are also very superb." Mo Yan looked at Zhuo Er Jingling and said: "However, although you are also a professional, but obviously the charming demon in hell is slightly more clever than you. As for your disposal, I am thinking that since you failed in the internal struggle, then you who escaped, to the winner, is obviously a good meeting gift."

  Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, Zhuo Er Jing Ling's face changed. She quickly pulled out a dagger from a secret location behind her waist and stabbed it towards Mo Yan's chest. The movement was swift and fierce, even Mo Yan could only vaguely see it. However, Mo Yan didn't show any intention of blocking it, instead he smiled and watched as the dagger pierced his chest.

  "Failed again, oh well." Mo Yan looked at the dazed expression and the bent dagger in his hand, as well as his unscathed chest, and laughed, saying: "Vivian, this time your move was quite good, though."

  "Powerful master, foiled my evil plans again." Vivian stuck out her pink little tongue and blinked her big eyes cutely, saying: "I knew it, this guy wouldn't succeed anyway."

  It's clear that this Zorvath isn't the one Vivian caught. The Zorvath's black skin wasn't just a matter of looking black, but rather they could blend into darkness itself, making them one of the deadliest assassins. By now, Mo Yan probably has an idea what's going on too.

  The desperate Zorvath, discovered this place with numerous demonic creatures and the truly constructed Thundercliff. She appeared voluntarily, intending to meet with the leader, gaining a capital for counterattack. The Zorvath who chose to kill the leader here in her own way, gained Vivian's support.

  In fact, Vivian, who used the Zorvath as a gunner, didn't pay anything substantial. At most, she just provided some information to Zorvath that was unspoken.

  "Impossible!" Zuo Er finally reacted, shouting: "That's a dagger made of secret silver, even a giant dragon would be injured by it! Why is it that a mere minotaur like you didn't get hurt?!"

  "It's indeed a bit painful." Mo Yan took the silver dagger from Zhuo Er's hand, using his fingers to bend back the deformed dagger into its original shape and said: "I really did underestimate this dagger. Is it made of secret silver? Such minerals shouldn't be common in an underground castle, right?"

  "Misty silver is indeed a rare mineral." Lirien smiled and leaned into Mo Yan's arms, her small hands rubbing the spot on Mo Yan's chest where he had been stabbed by the dagger. "Vivian, don't play such pranks again, okay? A strong master won't be defeated by something like this."

  "Got it." Vivian came over and hugged Mo Yan's arm, with a flattering face, saying: "It won't happen again next time."

  "Are you not going to punish the one who tried to kill you?" Zorvath, looking at Mo Yan with a hint of curiosity after his recent assassination attempt, said: "There is no intelligent being that would remain unmoved by betrayal." In Zorvath's eyes, Mo Yan's behavior was strange. Even in the intrigue-filled underground city of the Drow, there wouldn't be a single Drow who would let off someone who had tried to assassinate them.

  "I don't like hurting women." Mo Yan said, hugging Lilith: "Especially the female ones that I think are very beautiful. When they came here, I already knew their purpose, and I didn't care if they wanted to kill me. Or rather, I didn't think I was the kind of fool who would be killed by them."

  "Confidence in one's own strength?" Zhuo roughly understood Mo Yan's meaning, and smiled wryly: "Then, you wouldn't mind my assassination attempt just now either?"

  "Probably." Mo Yan lifted the chin of Zhuo Er Jingling with his hand, looking at that black but beautiful face with a hint of evil: "However, I'm now thinking about how many things in the dungeon are more interesting to me."

  "There's too much to say." Zuo Er's spirit lowered his head, took Mo Yan's rough fingers and put them in his mouth, mumbling: "I... am willing, to take you to find those things that interest you. My powerful master."

  Although it is not known, the submissive name called Aixi's Troll Spirit, how many are real thoughts. However, Mo Yan did not mind, and on that night, a 4P Mo Yan came, saying that the Troll Spirit had another flavor. Especially, he also knew some special skills of the Troll Spirit, making Mo Yan on the bed feel like he had gained something.

  From Aixi's mouth, Moyan roughly learned about the situation in her original city and how she failed and was driven out of the city. Not far from the entrance of Moyan Cave, there is a ravine with a passage leading underground. This passage is very secretive and was built by her ancestors for emergency escape purposes.

  Aishi's birthplace, the city of Santos. There are more than 2,000 Drow elf hunters, 700 spider knights, and a dozen or so fairly powerful mages. Santos has about 30,000 civilians and over 1,000 gray dwarf slaves. Such a city is very strong, but in fact these warriors are not controlled by any one family.

  Aishi's family was only a mid-tier family in the city, with only two or three hundred Drow elf hunters and twenty or thirty spider knights, not even a single magician. She lost all her controlling power when she was schemed by her sister Gill during the struggle for the inheritance of the family. With no subordinates and being wanted by the whole city, she could only be forced to escape from the city.

  "Actually, I still think it's a good idea to hand you over to your little sister." Mo Yan, who had just finished refreshing himself, looked at Aishi, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily, with a mischievous expression, and said: "It's not a bad idea, is it?"

  I feel like this chapter is very touching, what do you guys think?