At the beginning of the negotiation, the young mage had already gained insight into the bottom line of the negotiation of the Philen master mother, and the only thing he didn't know now was the hole cards in the other party's hand.

Since the Philen hostess dared to come to the door unscrupulously, although it was only a "simulacrum", it also showed that she must have a hole card in her hand that was enough to deter the young mage. Otherwise, if she thought that a few empty words of intimidation and promises of profit could scare away the undead who had the heart to destroy the drow city, it would only show that she was naïve.

Would a mistress who has almost taken control of a drow city be naïve?

It's a question of not having zài at all!

Therefore, the young mage who had come down at a leisurely time simply slowly experienced with a relaxed mind how a clever "old politician" could be upside down. After all, a mature woman who seems to be pure and honest is so pleasing to the eye, whether she speaks sharply or puts her heart into her heart. Provided, of course, that you can ignore every alarmist word that comes out of her glamorous red lips!

Xu is young mage's attitude made the other party understand something. After a wonderful performance, this "simulacrum", which is almost undoubtedly a real person, finally stopped talking meaninglessly.

Mistress Drow, who had always been accustomed to hiding her conspiracies behind her, finally understood that the young mage in front of her had a sophistication and composure that was different from her external age. If you want to achieve your goal, in addition to understanding what the young mage wants, the rest depends on whether your hole cards can make the opponent retreat.

So, after going around and around, the problem went back to the original question.

"Mr. Basar, you don't know what you want?"

"I'll get what I want, it only takes two days."

"Sir wants too much, aren't you afraid you won't be able to eat it?"

"If you can eat or not, you have to eat to know. Why don't you wait and see! ”

"Wait?" The Philen hostess looked around expressionlessly, and her eyes finally changed a little: "Mr. Basar, you and I are located in the central area of Rasmufil City, but look at the current ......"

The pain in the eyes of the Drow mistress didn't know how true or false it was, but her worries were real. Standing on the terrace and looking into the distance, the entire underground city was plunged into a dark and gloomy shadow, and in the perception of these strong people, there was not the slightest breath of life within a radius of a mile.

The drow city has become a literal dead city.

Although the drows will eventually restore the city as soon as the undead recede, that will be hundreds of years later.

In the dark and lightless underworld, water, food, and people are always scarce resources.

And this qiē is based on having a basic and stable living guarantee. If Drow can't show the strength to protect his city, no matter how much he promises, it will be difficult to attract wanderers, let alone form a virtuous circle of life.

The Drow is a fighting race that does not produce anything, and pursues a hard-line policy of all soldiers and not the weak. This doomed them to a race of servants ten times their population. Without the cannon fodder of the slaves, the nearby minerals could not be mined, the accumulated metal could not be turned into scimitar shields, and the sword equipment damaged in battle could not be maintained, such a horrific life was unimaginable to every drow.

But now, what they need to worry about more is their own lives.

Not only were the number of undead swarming beyond their imagination, but they were also amazed by the qualities they showed in battle. Such an undead legion can't be pieced together even if it searches all the drow cities, I'm afraid that in that undead realm on the surface, it is also one of the best elite legions, right?

Lacking an effective information-gathering system, coupled with a scarcity of attention to changes outside the underworld, the scheming Philen malady has never been able to understand the identity of the young mage. How could the noble origins make those lichs of the Council of the Dead hand over such an important elite army to a young man in his early twenties, and let him stir up trouble outside?

This kind of reuse, it seems that the identity of a disciple of a saint-level necromancer alone can't hold up at all. As a result, even if the Philen Mother used some covert ground agents, she could not obtain any useful information.

If she had known that the other party had such a big appetite and ambition, why did she bother to tease the other party. Now the hostesses who are against her have fallen one by one, but the final result has not moved in her favor, but has turned into a runaway steel chariot that wants to run her over.

"Mr. Basar, if you quit Rasmufer City now, you will not be held accountable for anything in the past. But if you continue like this, you will face the wrath of the Great Goddess! ”

"The wrath of the goddess? How angry will it be? ”

The young mage's contempt for the Drow gods finally angered the Drow mistress who had schemed to the throne. No follower of the Spider Goddess would bow and grovel to a blasphemous, and this time, even if she is crushed, she will defend the unshakable dominance of the goddess in her own heart with the madness of a fanatical believer.

"Rose is on top! Mortal, you must finally understand that the glory of the great goddess cannot be desecrated! You ......"

Just as the Philon Mistress suddenly stood up and issued the most severe threat to the young mage, a strange ripple of indescribable ripples rippled in the space beneath her feet. And she was affected by the ripples, like a projection of unstable power supply, and the whole simulacrum suddenly appeared fragmented and stuck.

Before she could look down to examine the strange changes in the space under her feet, another more violent spatial ripple rippled. At this moment, her simulacrum could no longer feel any fluctuations of thoughts in the distance, and her entire body began to stretch and tear from side to side, revealing the fantastic light and shadow inside her body.

When the entire Simulacrum of the Drow Mistress vanished completely, a quaint amulet with a fluctuating magical power revealed itself in front of the young mage.

The young mage beckoned, and with the invisible mage's hand, he photographed the talisman in front of him. After careful identification, the knowledge of the past "Magic Item Identification" was finally not in vain, and I finally recognized that this was a second-order magic item-mirror talisman.

The mirror image formed by the general mirror spell cannot truly simulate all the characteristics and attributes of the target, and it is not in a battle place where every second counts, and it is difficult to hide from the orthodox mage who has real vision or magical vision, so such a mirror talisman came into being.

After completing the replication of the target with a mirror spell, as long as this mirror talisman is placed in the body of the mirror image, it can perfectly deceive the verification of most detection spells, and it can be used as a weak clone. The Drow family is really wealthy, and such a high-quality magic item can also be used as a one-time thing, which really makes the young mage shake his head and sigh.

However, as soon as the young mage closed it with one hand, a bubble of air that formed in response to his hand wrapped the "mirror talisman". The other party wants to use the mirror talisman to make the simulate table without any flaws, and it is inevitable to leave his own life breath inside. And these things fell into the hands of a necromancer...... Hehe, I should have taught her how to deal with a veteran necromancer!

A resentful banshee emerged at her side took the bubble with both hands and flew into the tavern lobby, where several high-ranking Chaos Lords began to carve an intricate cursed circle in the corner of the lobby. And in the central area of the lobby, a huge array of flickers and flickers was faintly emitting some kind of spatial ripples outward.

The moment the circle opened, the intensity of this spatial fluctuation was gradually pushing up. However, when it reaches a certain point, it begins to slowly fall back, and gradually stabilizes at a fixed frequency, affecting the spatial structure around the city in some imperceptible way.

At this point, the drow city is truly a lonely city, and all long-distance teleportation spells that are not on the side of the cemetery will be banned. Even if those drow housewives can still contact the spider goddess behind them, the difficulty of the other party wanting to lower the clone or projection will increase in a straight line. And the qiē that happened here, under the magical anti-prophecy enchantment effect, was also difficult to be directly perceived by the cautious goddess.

After this qiē, the cemeteries sent out by the detachments were also ordered to start retreating. If the opponent really has any hole cards in his hand, he should be forced out at this time!

The two dragon lichs who were the first to rush back were driven into the lobby at the feet of the young mage. Their level is still too low to be suitable for a possible battle for a while, so it is better to let them be in charge of the enhancement of the cursed circle in the lobby. The young mage led all the cemetery elites to move forward, pushing the battle line to the area where the previous major families were located.

If the young mage has a good estimate, the opponent's hole cards should be in the first or fourth house residence. As for what it is, I'm afraid we will only know after the war!

As the cemetery elite moved forward in mid-air, the massive cemetery creatures on the ground began to advance in unison under the command of the leader and leader.

At the forefront are, of course, the well-deserved cannon fodder lickers.

These bouncing and nimble creatures were like a white wave, and soon spread through all the areas ahead. Whether it's on the streets, on the houses, or on the steep and bumpy rock walls, they can be seen jumping freely everywhere. This way, even if the enemy has any traps, they will be completely out.

And occupying half of the entire underground city are countless ghosts and resentful spirits, one by one through countless barriers, houses, and strongholds, stepping on almost every inch of space, never letting go of any hidden secret passages and secret rooms.

Under their mercury-like search and reconnaissance, the panorama fed back into the young mage's mind became more and more detailed, and the entire terrain was detected with complete accuracy to the centimeter level.

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