Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

After listening to Fierna's narration, grandmother Beate's mind was filled with only a few words.

Huge in size!

High energy!

Five hours!

More than two thousand!

The drow tribe has always kept a group of male servants specifically to meet the needs of the drow. These male servants come from various races, but in order to cater to the needs of the drow, they are generally orcs and trolls.

Of course orcs and trolls are for ordinary drow.

Reaching the level of Beate, they not only pursue practicality but also the beauty of tools.

For example, the valets of the drow Queen Leskali are a group of tree elf sword dancers captured in the main material plane.

Their elders generally use handsome half-elves or ordinary elves. Of course, some good-looking humans are also acceptable.

Although the Fire Rabbit is not a humanoid creature.

And it doesn't matter whether he looks good or not, but Beate has eaten a fire rabbit.

She thinks that the appearance of the Fire Rabbit is very cute, and there is a group of weird Fire Rabbits appearing now. From the perspective of hunting for novelties, such Fire Rabbits can be used as her backup tools.

A full five hours.

Normal orcs can't do it.

You have to take special medicine.

And based on the information provided by Fierna.

When she left Luofeng Fortress, the group of fire rabbits hadn't even finished yet.

Five hours is not the limit at all.

Maybe seven or eight hours...

If assisted by medication, wouldn't it last as long as a day?

Something like that for a day.

Beate only experienced it in her sleep.

How could this make her not have thoughts about those fire rabbits?

At this moment, the eyes of this drow elf grandmother suddenly lit up.

"Ahem, these fire rabbits have suspicious origins and are powerful. They should really be taken seriously."

Grandmother Beate's expression was serious, concealing her true thoughts.

I originally wanted to punish Fierna.

After all, escaping in battle is a very shameful thing for the drow.

But the Fire Rabbit is also a good resource. Finding a special group of Fire Rabbits is equal to the loss of the meteorite. Besides, Fierna is just an adjutant.

Beate's expression was gloomy and uncertain, thinking about the execution of Fierna. However, because Fierna did not know her grandmother's thoughts, she could only kneel in the center of the judgment palace in fear, her whole body cold and shivering.

"Let this matter end here. I will arrange you to join other hunter corps, and your identity will start from that of an ordinary hunter."

After a while, Beate finally announced Fierna's fate. Fierna, who was kneeling there, also breathed a sigh of relief. Although her official position was lowered, she at least saved her life. She was the only lucky one to survive. Marilla and others He should have been executed by now.

"I won't have anything to do with you from now on. Go find the Military Affairs Officer."

Beate said nothing to Fierna, turned around and left the Judge's Palace.

Now the drow are at war with the gray dwarves, and the army is in short supply. She must go to the Elder Hall and other grandmothers to get some troops to take back the meteorite mines, and capture a group of weird fire rabbits.

Creatures that can produce stable spirit are very important to the drow.

Ever since the drow completely fell.

The Spider Queen's divine power transformed the elves even more profoundly.

In the past, drow spellcasters could only rely on absorbing the power of moonlight to enhance their strength.

But now the biggest source of power for drow wizards is actually the absorption of essence.

The magic patterns engraved on the skin of the drow can automatically convert these essences into pure magic power.

Drow warriors can also enhance their physical strength through this method, but the Spider Queen seems to respect spellcasters more, so this improvement is not obvious.

Passing through the Weaver's Corridor filled with spider statues, and then passing through a forest of purple fluorescent mushrooms twinkling like stars, Beate finally arrived at his destination, the hall of the elders of the drow elves.

At the entrance of the hall were two huge Titan spiders, with three pairs of compound eyes scanning over from a height of fifteen feet like red searchlights.

These two titan spiders are not statues placed in front of the palace, but serious guardians. Their strength is close to that of eighth-level monsters. If an ordinary drow walks past here, they will be frightened by the power of the titan spiders and tremble all over. .

But Beate was used to this, and she strode into the obsidian arch without squinting.

Behind the arch is a circular observation tower, which is the highest point in the entire Mosuo City.

From here you can overlook the entire elven land.

These include the place of hatching, the Demon Spider's Lair, and the Queen's Palace with a huge statue of the Spider Queen; the Shadow Tide Missionary Academy, where all drow spellcasters learn shadow magic; and next door is the Academy of Tormented Flesh, where drow hunters Sword dancers usually graduate from here.

Beate turned into a corridor and entered the manor illuminated by the dim light. The statue of Leskali stood here. It was as tall as the castle in the manor, but compared to the statue of the Spider Queen, this drow elf The statue of the Queen only reaches the knee level.

Statues and beautiful underground buildings are the pride of the drow. Over the long years, they have poured almost all their artistic skills into these obsidian structures.

Pushing open the door of the manor, candlelight poured out from the gap in the slowly opening door.

There is an auditorium inside, but there is only a huge round table in the center of the oak floor. On the round table is a sand table, which is as detailed as every terrain in the Underdark. A group of drow elders are surrounding the sand table. Elf Queen Leskali sat at the head of the table, holding a tall scepter in her hand and looking high-spirited.

"Meteorite! I have said it many times. Without a shield made of iron ore, our army would be unable to block the attack of the gray dwarf magic cannon!" Leskali looked angry, but she did not look ferocious.

Since she fell into the state of drow, thousands of years have not left many traces on her pretty face, and she is still so charming.

But her skin, which was once as fair as milk, has turned as dark as the night.

No one now remembers the name of Storm Sage Leskali.

The creatures of the Underdark know only the Queen of the Night.

"Your Majesty, we don't have time to make meteorite shields. Sacrifice is inevitable. Our people will eventually return to the embrace of the Demon Queen." A drow elder said unhurriedly.

"I also think we should attack forcefully now."

"Seconded."

"They're just a bunch of dwarfs huddled in a mine. Do we really need to be so cautious?"

The drow elders sitting at the round table looked arrogant.

The drow already rule one-fifth of the Underdark.

More than 20,000 drow elves, as well as shadow creatures tamed by the drow elves, live freely in this vast land.

Now they have their hands in their pockets and have no idea what an opponent is.