In the humble grotto, the travel writer kept his eyes as wide as he could, imprinting every picture of the city of Morsoblay into his heart, as if he had not thought about his coming tragic end.

A heavily armed drow caravan drives away swarms of giant slugs, large, mentally retarded mollusks with incredible gravity, and is best suited for transporting large cargoes. The heavily armed Drow merchants rode underground monitor lizards as tall as horses, serving as escorts.

The soldiers of Morsoblay were obviously familiar with the caravan, and when the merchants handed over a small bag full of gems, they were able to pass through the outskirts of Morsoblay.

"That's the team of the Dragon Treasure Chamber of Commerce. Mo Yun lowered his voice and said behind Varro, "Their leader is a greedy and dangerous magician who brings the Masters all the things that cannot be found in Mosoblay City, and of course, including a surface slave with a special status like you. ”

"It seems that the contemptible person is still a very rare and sought-after commodity. Varro replied with a smile, "But the future of the despicable man still needs your arrangement, my brave dark-skinned friend." ”

Mo Yun glanced at the chattering writer and the stone-blind barbarian mask on his face, and uttered a short word: "Kyone!"

With this drow word, the leather-tanned mask of the stoneblind barbarian stretched violently, sealing Varro's mouth tightly, unable to make a sound.

Glancing at the sealed Varro with satisfaction, Mo Yun kicked him: "Now, in the laws of Mosoblay City, you are like a slave who obeys the rules. If you're killed in the middle of the city, I'll be bothered. ”

The only thing that answered him was the gagged whine of the famous travel writer's mouth.

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The closer you get to Morsobre, the brighter the magic shines, and even the soldiers patrolling the underground lizards can see the glow of Adamantite and Mithril flowing with magical power. You know, even Harua, the famous country of mages, has never equipped his soldiers with an enchanted armor.

It's not that the mage elders of Harua don't want to strengthen their country's armaments, but it's that the amount of gems and precious metals needed to create an enchanted armor is enough to bankrupt a small citizen family. And equipping a legion with such armor would not be able to afford such extravagance even if it was a wealthy merchant nation.

Despite wearing a forbidden demon collar around his neck and a stoneblind barbarian mask on his face, Varro still stared at this historic dark elf holy city with some awe.

If it weren't for the brutal infighting of the Drow elves, and the fact that the Drow magic system in the dark region is completely based on underground magic radiation, these powerful, beautiful, and cold-natured killers would probably have left this dark region and come to the surface a long time ago.

The silenced writer thought.

Wandering on the surface of the earth, Hokun and Coren are busy sorting out their dull light armor in an attempt to make themselves look more like a glorious Morsobre warrior.

But a patrol soon interrupted their grooming efforts and surrounded the presumptuous entrants.

Leading this group of Drow soldiers was a stout woman, her thin and clear pure gold light armor exposed the waist of eight strong abdominal muscles, and even the chest looked stiff, as if muscle fibers had replaced the two soft meats.

Around her neck hangs a necklace woven of mythril thread, the most important trinket and status symbol for those in the lower echelons of Drow society. A dark blue gem shines through the Mithril necklace and traces a magical mark on the necklace: a spider's egg sac waiting to hatch on a blooming man-eating fern.

This is the family crest of the Fourth Ruling Family, signifying the Spider God's unusual favor for the Tebara family.

Seeing this tall and strong female captain, Huo Kun and Coren instinctively stiffened and straightened their waists, while Mo Yun took a step back without leaving a trace, and even the temperature on his body dropped in an instant, making him inconspicuous in Drow's thermal vision.

"Stop, what city-state are you from, why do you want to enter Morsoblay!"

The female captain's questioning was obviously justified, because neither Hokun nor Koren had necklaces around their necks, and there was no family crest on the dull light armor that proved that they belonged to which family. In the hierarchical society of Morsoblay, the homeless without family protection is synonymous with criminals, dregs, and weak people who are not protected by the law.

Seeing the ill-intentioned eyes of these soldiers of the Fourth Ruling Family, Huo Kun hurriedly raised his hands and gestured quickly in sign language: "We are the eldest and second sons of the Sarato family, and we will escort the profane humans back to Mosoblay City according to the will of the Queen of God." ”

Seeing the identity of the Sarato family in the Hokun newspaper, the female captain from the Fourth Ruling Family did not show an expression of letting go, but instead glanced at the male soldiers led by her.

"The Sarato family has been wiped out. The female captain pressed her sword in one hand and casually looked at the two homeless people who had lost their family protection, "And the Sarato family has not entered the official aristocratic family ranking, so the survivors of the Sarato family have no noble accusations." ”

The so-called "noble right to accuse" is a special law in the city of Mosoblay. It stipulates that under the rules of the war of the nobility in Morsoblay, only those who have the status of nobility are allowed to accuse the rival families to the joint meeting of the eight ruling families. Of course, such an accusation must be endorsed by another noble lineage, otherwise the accuser will be tantamount to a false accusation and will only die a miserable death.

Huo Kun's face even turned a little pale for a moment, and he silently grabbed Coren's hand, but before that, a silent fluctuation sounded in the ears of every drow elf: "Important news, the Fourth Family has obtained a precious sacrifice to Goddess Rose!"

This is the psyker's whisper, and on the outskirts of Morsoblay City, it is the Obroza family of the third consul family, the Obromza family, who is able to hear the whisper of the soul and is willing to clash with the fourth ruling family!

Before the soldiers of the Fourth Ruling House could react, a dozen crystal-polished spider foot darts brought down several beautiful male subordinates of the female captain.

A diminutive drow sorceress, dressed in the modest robes characteristic of House Obroza, and accompanied by a group of smiling and contemptuous soldiers, appeared around the Fourth Family Patrol.

However, at this time, no one noticed that there were only three unfortunate people left in the surrounded homeless team.

(End of chapter)