Among the few psykers in Morsoblay City, Kim Murray should be regarded as a benchmark figure.

broke away from his family and became a jobless outcast, but he climbed to the position of adjutant of the Dayette mercenary group, and even surpassed most magicians in the power structure of this underground city-state. For a man born in the city of Morsoblay, this can be considered a very inspirational legend.

And the men who were able to climb to the top in Morsoblay City all had something in common.

Powerful, capable, and always on the guard against all priestesses.

For example, a psyker like Kim Murray, Leckie, who has mastered both magic and arcane arts, and a bald head who seems to be cynical but is actually deeply hidden.

And most importantly, let those arrogant priestesses understand that once they break through the bottom line, these seemingly respectful drow men will also bring threats to the other party. The remnants of many ancient families that destroyed the city of Morsoblay are still there!

And negative examples are not unfounded.

Once, there was a talented swordsmanship genius in Mosoblay City, he was a natural killer, and he was also a strong man born to fight, even if he was the martial arts chief of the first family, he could only choose to back down under the genius's pure gold sword.

Such a master of battle, even the mother of Ban Rui would give him some respect, but this genius swordsman sold himself to a less outstanding nobleman, Du Chaden, because of love, yes, the most untrustworthy love in Drow society.

From then on, the once legendary swordsman became the squire of the Duxden family, and under the command of the arrogant, stupid and ambitious matriarch of the Duxden family, he was transformed into a rusty iron sword. Even the heartless bald head of the Dayette mercenary regiment sometimes laments the depravity of this combat expert, as well as his blind love.

The inhabitants of Morsoblay were the most realistic, and a powerful psionic person comparable to Kim Murray could indeed make most priestesses weigh the consequences of using him as a sacrifice. Except for the head mother of the eight ruling families, no one could threaten Mo Yun's life.

“...... But this is not possible in itself, and the spider's kiss is about to begin. ”

"There are always shortcuts and tricks in this world, aren't they?"

At the moment when this extremely tense conversation was going on in Mo Yun's heart, outside the shrine where the grand festival was held at Ban Rui's house, the high-ranking priest Soantu Ban Rui was nervously spinning in circles with his hands behind his back.

Suo'antu is an outlier of the Banrui family, although he is of noble birth, but he is cowardly by nature. Such a shortcoming is not a big problem if it is not a big problem in the family of the nobility of the earth, as long as she fulfills the obligations of a noble woman, she can spend the rest of her life in peace.

But in the city of Morsoblay, cowardice is synonymous with death. However, Soantu managed to find her way to survive, believing in the goddess Rose more devout than every priestess, and giving up all the pleasures of the drow nobles, instead staying in the temple and letting her spirit connect to the web of the pit of the spider god.

This rare devout cult was a rare creature for a long time after the spider god, and it also gave Soantu a special divine grace. Rose sent down an oracle that granted the precious pious priestess a special grace that the priestesses of Morsobre were not allowed to harm her in any way as long as she stayed in the temple where she was served.

Of course, no one would have harmed the famous "useless Soantu", because there was no benefit in killing her - such a waste Banrui hiding in the temple was not worth the attention of the mistresses.

But at this moment, Suo Antu twisted his fingers uneasily while reprimanding the female soldiers of the Banrui family. These girls, who did not receive priesthood, did not receive the serpent's whip, but they were still the best whippers.

"Listen up, girls. Soantu stammered, "Before the Spider's Kiss Sacrifice begins, all the sacrificers will walk through the web path with their offerings. Your task is to wield your whip and make the sacrifices understand that they are all lowly males. However, Mosoblay has its own laws, and you must abide by them!"

As he recited the canon, Soantu's voice finally became a little more fluent: "The priests and soldiers have no right to whip him except for the sacrifices brought by the mistress herself. The sacrifices brought by the priests, you can cut through their clothes with whips and swords, but you must not hurt the sacrifices themselves. Only the sacrifices of soldiers and midshippers are allowed to be disposed of at your disposal, but you must not harm the sacrificers—this is important!"

After reciting the canon, Soantu returned to her usual cringe, her eyes constantly looking at the door of her beloved temple, eager to leave the female soldiers at once, and then knelt down in front of the statue of Rose, and spent all her time copying the canon.

But when she looked away, she found the person she wanted to see, the waste priest who guarded the prison.

It should be said that what appeared in front of her was a drow woman who had regained her youth and beauty and looked very energetic.

"You seem to have found a way to restore your appearance, Decay One. Calling out the other party's title dryly, Suo Antu glanced at it and ordered as quickly as he could: "Find a man for me, as long as he is still a drow, and his face is not difficult to see and make me embarrassed, then it's fine." You should have such prisoners in your prison!"

The priestess, known as the "Decayer", bowed happily and replied, "Your request is not difficult to meet, among the sacrifices sent by the Celestial Mistress of the Obroza family is a pair of very lovely Drow brothers, but they are of relatively low blood and do not come from a noble family with a long history. ”

"Bloodline is low......" After a moment's hesitation, Suo Antu still shook his head, "I only need one sacrifice to praise the spider queen, except for the lowly males, I will prepare more treasures as sacrifices, the low bloodline is not a problem! I hope you can bring me the sacrifice on my way to the spider's kiss!"

The Decayer bowed happily, "Your request will be met, for I am here to serve that Lord." ”

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"Flim-flammed little villain. With a slight taunt, Shimoto Taiich-kun, who was standing on the observatory at the top of the Black Wand Tower, played with the toy in his hand, a short pipe forged from black alloy, and created a lighter at the grip.

That's right, it's a flintlock pistol, and it's the work of followers of Ogma, the god of knowledge and invention.

And the person who accompanied Yuan Taiyijun to appreciate these confiscated smuggled weapons was none other than Kelburn, the lord of Deep Water City.

The legendary magician, who had a bad temper, wore his famously short black and white hair — as many ridiculed, Kelburn's hair and beard were striped in black and white, and he was privately called "Old Skunk" to blame.

Of course, even the elect of Bane, the god of tyrants, would not be stupid enough to call out his nickname when confronted by Kelburn.

"It is said that Waterdeep City prohibits the trading of flintlock guns, this is an order from the city lord?"

To the new neighbor in front of him, Kelburn replied calmly, "The flintlock pistol is an excellent invention, but it is good for the city to ban it until Waterdeep has fully mastered it." After all, the city's mages and priests had always been on the radar of the Assassins. ”

"I agree with you, Lord Kelburn. But passive defense is not always a reasonable move. More often than not, we need to be proactive. As he spoke, Xia Yuan Taiyijun picked up the flintlock pistol and gestured towards the north.

Waterdeep certainly has a lot of enemies, but Kelburn believes that the new owner of Skull Harbor, or the Coral Cup Mesaga, has no intention of cooperating deeply with Waterdeep.

And the other party's argument is simply familiar to Kelburn: the radicals of the Harpists' League, the fanatics of Lansendel, the Lord of the Dawn, and so on, have all had this kind of "take the initiative and fight evil" arguments.

But as the lord of Waterdeep, Kyleburn believes that order and balance are the keys to the survival of the forces of good.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tolerated the existence of a criminal-infested underground slum like Skull Harbor.

"I thought you were a wise man with a long vision. ”

"Long-term vision, that's a good word. If you want to have a long-term vision, you must have a deep insight into a country and a civilization, including the essence of social operation and the root of geographical limitations. Only by grasping the core of the contradiction can action have value. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm going to organize an expedition, so please tell your beautiful sister-in-law Drow that the newborn Coral Cup Mesa wants the Temple of the Wandering Court to help maintain order in the near future. ”

To this answer, Kelburn only cautiously responded, "Waterdeep will not interfere with your expedition, only want to keep the city peaceful and prosperous. ”

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All the priests of Morsoblay City, whether they were the high mistresses or the apprentices who were languishing in the Spider Church, walked the way of the cobwebs of the Ban Rui family according to their rank in the way of Rose.

It was a long cobweb that had branched out from the artifact that guarded the Ban Rui family, and all the female soldiers of the Ban Rui family were waiting on both sides of the cobweb, with their swords and long whips.

Each of the matrimons who walked on the path of the spider's web pulled a long rope, and the drow men they chose as sacrifices were only allowed to wear rough furry vests full of small thorns, like the lowest goblin slaves, showing the wrath of the spider queen.

The sacrifices that were put on the neck rings of slaves by the master mothers, there were talented young mages, and there were also excellent warriors, maybe it was just because of a gaffe, or maybe it was a slight resistance that made the master mothers look unpleasant, and they fell into such a fate.

The dark, muscular body was covered with all kinds of torture scars. Their eyelids were stitched together, their hands were magically bound into clenched fists, and they could only crawl forward on their elbows and knees like Lothmon waiting to be slaughtered.

Behind the mothers of the various families, the priests followed closely behind with their dying prey.

Unlike mistresses, ordinary priests tended to be more interested in torture and abuse, as if it were their only pleasure. If it weren't for the ritual of sacrifice that required these poor drows to live to the moment they were disemboweled, most of them would not have survived to the altar.

In particular, the priests of the Schulenlet family, nicknamed the "Fat Sisters", have always been known for their stout bear-like figures, and as if to prove this, the priests of the Schulenlet family hunted young mages with slender bodies and weak faces. The priestesses who looked like trumpets, the mage apprentices who were covered in blood and even the sensitive points of their bodies were chopped off, and even the female soldiers of the Ban Rui family felt a wave of disgust.

At the back of the line, Soantu, who suffers from severe social phobia, and the decayers who serve her, carelessly pull their sacrifices, the tame Hokun and Koren brothers.

The soldiers of the Ban Rui family knew that these two withdrawn "home" women had special personalities, and they didn't even bother to swing their whips at Hokun and Cologne. If it weren't for the vivid memory of the two brothers' wounds devouring each other's bloodthirsty mushrooms, they would probably have become the only happy sacrifice of this evil sacrifice.

At the end of the list were the lower-class women who were allowed to participate in the festival - the rare and single-digit female mages of the Shambhala family, female warriors with outstanding martial arts, and the top students of the Spider Academy.

But these women in the middle and lower echelons of power in Drow society, and their prey, are not taken very seriously.

Mo Yun and his predators were also in this last team.

The young scout's weaponry, including a crossbow disguised as a bracer and a dagger strapped to his leg, was looted, and like most of the sacrificed Drow, all that was left of his body was a narrow tattered hide, barely covering his shame.

But the young priest, who was about to take the prey on the path of the spider web, was still not satisfied, and finally she stared at the carnelian talisman around Mo Yun's neck and stretched out her hand: "The sacrifice should not wear such a rough ornament!"

At the same time as she held the carnelian talisman, in Mo Yun's heart, the ghost holding the scroll suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Duh!"

With a "duh", the carnelian talisman changed shape in an instant, turning into a long red needle, stabbing the girl's palm.

There was a stream of flames, passing through the wound in the palm of the palm, moving with the blood and qi, and straight into the brain palace!

In the blink of an eye, an ancient clumsy talisman was branded in the brain palace, shaped like a lotus seed, deeply rooted in it.

At this moment, the girl's eyes flickered slightly, and then she changed to an extremely impatient look, and gently pulled Moyun's necklace: "Bear with me a little, little ghost." ”

Mo Yun just nodded, like most of the Drow who was already desperate in torture, and let the girl who had changed her core pull her onto the path of the cobweb.

(End of chapter)