The Dark Elves are perhaps the most contradictory race in the world, more than 10,000 years ago, they were the losers of the famous "Crown War" in history, and were driven into the underworld by their own people, and from that moment on, their hearts were completely twisted and they became full of hatred for this world.

However, the tough style of the goddess Rose and the powerful civilization inherited by the elves did not make it decline, but quickly adapted to the cruel environment of the dark region, and soon grew into a supreme overlord, even such a powerful race as the Mind Flayer and the Eye Demon did not dare to provoke lightly, because every intelligent creature living in the underground knew that if they annoyed the dark elves, they would definitely suffer the most cruel revenge.

Arrogance and prudence, arrogance and inferiority, hatred of a creature on the surface, but never planning to reoccupy the surface, all kinds of contradictions are vividly reflected in these dark elves.

It can be said that this is a group of typical bullying and afraid of the hard, in the oppressive and cruel social system, everyone lives carefully, not only to pay attention to the destruction that will come at any time above them, but also to carefully stare at the dagger that may be stabbed behind him.

Generally speaking, they will not take the initiative to provoke people or forces that are stronger than themselves, because that is no different from seeking death, which is absolutely different from some brain-dead people in human society.

You must know that many powerful spellcasters on the surface have maintained some connection with the dark elves, and some can even achieve a very high status in their cities, among which the red-robed mage is one of the best. In the entire continent of Faerun, these tattooed mages can be seen in almost all the evil forces, and they are known as the best plotters. Also a very good ally.

Of course. The premise is that you are mentally prepared to be betrayed at any time. As long as there are enough benefits, the red-robed mage will betray at any time, and even more so, he may even stab him at a critical moment.

Henry may not have known who was in charge of the cooperation between the dark elves and the red-robed mages, but this time he did have the upper hand in the negotiations with the eldest daughter of the Geralt family. Because this tough and cold-blooded style makes the other party very afraid, no matter how much the two eyes hide it, they can't hide the fear that is inadvertently revealed.

"Nimes, you are a great warrior and a brilliant mind at the same time. Just put it together. It won't take a hundred years to Uster. The city of Naza will be our world. As she spoke, Liroa straightened her chest and pressed against Henry's strong chest, her plump hemispheres a little deformed.

When she understood the power of the underage warrior in front of her, her attitude directly took a 180-degree turn, from the original arrogance and co-optation to the current flattery and pleading, and she could go to get the Oscar statuette so quickly that she could change her face.

Looking at the flattering eyes of the eldest daughter, Henry immediately pretended to be arrogant: "Of course, I came to the city to let everyone know that I, Nimes, am the greatest warrior in the world, and I am never afraid of any challenge. Whether it's dragons, mind flayers, eye demons, demons, devils, celestial creatures, as long as they dare to appear. All will fall at my feet. ”

"Oh...... You are a fearless warrior, look at this perfect muscle, strong arm, now conquer me, a noble priestess awaits you to conquer. Lireaua uttered a long list of sensual words without shame. Ever since she understood Henry's powerful fighting power, she didn't care about her dignity, and she was exactly like a female dog with heat.

As the eldest daughter, Liroa had long wanted to kill her mother so that she could become the head mother of the Geralt family. Because the Hendra housemother is very poor in giving birth to children, she has only given birth to a daughter and a son since she was in charge of the family, compared to other ruling families, it can be called a little pitiful, if it weren't for the rich family background and relationships left by the previous generation of housemothers, I am afraid that she would have been targeted a long time ago.

Everyone knows that the dark elves love infighting, between cities, between families, between brothers, between sisters, and of course, between mothers and daughters. Almost every housewife ascended to the throne by killing their own mother, and in their opinion, this is the only way to raise a truly qualified head of the family.

Obviously, in aristocratic families with many children, the rivalry between sisters is usually the most severe, because only one daughter can become the supreme ruler of the family, and the loser usually ends very miserably.

Lileva had no other sisters, so she focused all her attention on dealing with her mother. In the Dark Elf society, in most cities, only Rose's priestesses had the right to inherit, and the lowly men, no matter how good they were, could only serve as foils.

There is no threat from sisters, and the theory is that as long as the main mother is killed, then the eldest daughter will automatically become the heir and instantly become Ust. The ruler of the third-ranked family in the city of Naza.

Liloa, who had long been blackened by power and greed, could not refuse this temptation, so she did not hesitate to agree to cooperate fully with Henry, even if the conditions were harsh. Especially when she knew that the young warrior in front of her had the power to kill the Hendra Mistress, her ambition was completely ignited, and to hell with the bullshit of self-esteem and tradition, only power and power were the ultimate goal that every dark elf tirelessly pursued.

"Hmph, then kneel, I'm going to conquer you now." After speaking, Henry directly picked up the snake head on the table and whipped it fiercely on the eldest daughter.

"Smack!"

With a crisp and loud whiplash, Lireia's close-fitting clothes were instantly shattered, and at the same time, a bloody whip mark appeared on the plump twin peaks.

However, she did not make any screams like ordinary people, but knelt down and let out a moan, lowered her head and began to kiss the blood-stained boots at Henry's feet, without any trace of the dignity of a high priestess, she was simply a masochist.

"My master! My brave and senseless warrior! Come on! Whip me! Conquer me! ”

"As you wish!"

As soon as the words fell, Henry sneered and swung the whip again, and for half an hour, the sound of whips and the moaning of women were constantly heard in the room. At the same time, there is a nervous sneer from the man......

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Meanwhile. On the other side of the city. Poor Alan is suffering unimaginably painfully. Just when he thought Chasma had forgotten about himself, the legendary mage, already filled with hatred, suddenly appeared and poured a vial of poison down the boy's throat.

Obviously, it wasn't some deadly toxin, but something that the Dark Elves had specially concocted to torment their enemies. It never kills the poisoner, but constantly destroys a person's health, reducing their physique, vitality, and resistance. It can torture a big man into a sick man, and many people would rather commit suicide than suffer this pain.

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem, ahem! Alan couldn't stop coughing violently. A large amount of blood foamed out of the lungs. He felt as if a fire was burning violently in his chest, and the pain and itching was unbearable.

When Chasma saw this scene, her distorted old face was full of revenge pleasure: "Hahahahaha! How's that, boy, do you feel like life is worse than death? Don't think I don't know you killed the demon I sent, it's just a lesson, don't be too presumptuous, if you dare to make small moves, then it's not as simple as a bottle of (poison). ”

Alan didn't have the strength to refute it now, and was clutching his chest desperately. An ordinary robe was quickly torn, and blood-red scratches appeared on his chest in an instant. It looks like a blur of flesh and blood, and it's terrifying.

"Humph!" Chasma snorted, opened a portal and left.

He was studying a legendary spell during this time, intending to tap the full potential of this silver-white spar and create a terrifying magic with the power to destroy miè, but just now he suddenly found that the Kwasai demon he sent was inexplicably missing, and he used the prophecy magic to find out that the enemy's son actually began to fight back.

Chasma, who was already holding back the fire in his belly, did not hesitate to use the bottle of (poison) that had been prepared a long time ago, and he believed that this thing could make the little (cub) honest for a while.

Not long after the old mage walked on his front foot, Alan quickly got up from the ground and put a finger into his throat.

"Vomit ......"

I saw a large amount of dark green liquid gushing out of the stomach quickly, and it took a while to vomit almost all of it.

After this last night, Alan quickly took out a bottle of water from the shelf, rinsed his mouth, and then drank some more, causing himself to vomit repeatedly, until he felt that there was no more (poison) in his stomach, and then sat on the ground with a relieved ass.

He wiped the sweat from his head and muttered to himself, "Ahem! Ahem...... It's dangerous! Fortunately, I was prepared and only absorbed a little, otherwise such a large measurement would not be able to act in a few days, even if it is not crippled. ”

It turned out that the boy had expected such a day, so he deliberately pretended to be in great pain and lay on the ground and leaned forward as much as possible, so as to ensure that the (poison) would not flow down the stomach and into the intestines, and as soon as Chasma left, he would vomit out. Although it was inevitable to absorb some in the end, he finally escaped the catastrophe.

Alan could feel that the (poison) medicine he had just absorbed was destroying his health, especially his lungs and throat, and he couldn't help but start coughing violently as soon as he moved a little, which was a catastrophe for a person who needed to act covertly.

This means that he can no longer wander around the mage tower out of nowhere, especially in the library, where there are always dark elves reading or consulting materials, as long as he makes a sound, he will definitely be discovered. As for the storage room, not to mention, two sets of golems have been patrolling, and they can hear a needle dropped on the ground.

"Ahem...... Ahem, it looks like that's the first hurdle I'm going to overcome. Alan said with a wry smile as he touched his itchy and sore throat. He was no longer the little guy he was in control, the cruel society of the dark elves had taught the boy how to face desperate situations, and he had also learned how to carry out intrigues, and he was no longer a simple child......

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