A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Oops!

Realizing how dangerous her rash action would put her, Lirael immediately wanted to activate the teleportation magic to escape.

Because her biological father, the chief wizard of Menzoberranzan, Gonff Baenre, emphasized in the first lesson of teaching magic that a wizard is not a barbarian who simply wields magical power, but must use wisdom to control the power of the magic network and make it work for himself.

Especially when facing multiple powerful enemies, there is no need to fight them head-on, but to retreat decisively and find a more appropriate time to defeat them one by one.

So the drow girl does not have any psychological resistance to running away, and will not do it for the sake of competitiveness or face like many human teenagers.

But the problem is that before she could activate the magic teleportation, a beam representing the [Dimension Anchor] hit her.

Instant!

All teleportation abilities will not have any effect before this spell expires.

Because this spell, as the name suggests, will firmly anchor the target in the existing spatial position and cannot move, even the nine-ring or legendary spells are no exception.

What was even more terrible was that the warriors wielding sharp swords had already rushed up.

Lirael had no time to think about it, and subconsciously drew the sharp sword on her back to parry and block.

As the chosen one of the Dark Maiden Eilistraee, her swordsmanship might not be as good as that of Kuilu, but it was definitely not bad.

At least it would not be easy for ordinary dark elf warriors to take her down.

Moreover, her profession was a mage, and she had many unpredictable means that could be used in close combat.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the collision of the sword blades, Lirael was forced to retreat step by step by the opponent's powerful moves, and she almost lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Obviously, compared with those high-level drow warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, her pitiful close combat ability was obviously not enough, and she was almost beheaded several times in just a few rounds.

You should know that the martial arts schools of the drow basically emphasize ferocity and a fatal blow.

Especially high-level warriors often have one or two unique secrets of their own, and are very good at dealing with spellcasters with their dark skin that is resistant to magic.

No matter whether it is an arcane spellcaster or a divine spellcaster, don't think about getting any advantage from them.

Because compared to dealing with foreign enemies, they are usually better at killing their compatriots, and often imagine how to quickly kill a wizard or priest during training.

Fortunately, Liriel is not a vegetarian.

Because she received private funding from Zuo Si, she is also an out-and-out "magician", with countless magical equipment, potions, scrolls and other things on her body.

Just as a warrior wielded his double swords to launch a surprise attack from the side, intending to take down the young drow girl, he suddenly saw a sheep head condensed by energy appear out of thin air.

The next second...

Boom! ! ! ! !

He was directly knocked out by the huge sheep head, and he went straight over the fences on both sides of the road and fell down from the steep cliffs.

If there were no magic like feather fall and flying, it would probably be smashed into a pool of meat sauce in a short time.

As we all know, the cities of dark elves are usually built on some huge stalagmites that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the various platforms are connected together by bridges to form a huge urban network.

These bridges are actually streets in a broad sense.

It is not as spacious as a real street, and there are often no houses or any buildings on both sides, but fences and handrails, and below is a complete abyss with no bottom.

In this environment, even if an enemy breaks through the gate, it can only push forward one platform at a time, and the attack process will be limited by the width of the bridge and it is impossible to deploy troops to the maximum extent.

Generally speaking, the dark elves can slowly drag down and kill their opponents with the advantage of terrain, and finally regain control of the city.

However, this design has a fatal drawback, that is, it is very easy to fall "accidentally".

The reason why the word "accident" is in quotation marks is that this kind of accident is basically a deliberate murder, and then disguised as an accident.

For example, if the second son of a family wants to get rid of his elder brother and take his place, he can push him off the bridge when he is alone, and then declare that his elder brother fell down because of a "stumble".

There are countless examples of "brotherly love" or "sisterly love" in the drow society.

This time, however, the bridge was successfully used by Lirael, who killed a very threatening enemy with a single shot of the Ram Ring.

Looking at the vigilant reactions of several other drow warriors, you can see how much of a deterrent this move is to them.

After all, warriors are not mages, and they have the ability to deal with various emergencies.

Once their feet leave the ground, they will basically lose 80% of their combat effectiveness.

Moreover, with the dark elves' style of doing things, not stabbing each other in the back is considered quite respectful, and you can't expect those male mages to chase you and cast a flying spell or a feather fall spell on you.

The unlucky guy who fell down just now is a living example.

God knows whether those mages did it on purpose, wanting to kill more high-level warriors who hold the final say, so that they can occupy more seats and have more say in the new parliament.

Just like that, the originally fierce siege suddenly turned into mutual suspicion, showing the chaotic and evil nature of the dark elves like demons.

Seeing that the warriors did not take action, the mages stopped chanting the attack magic and began to cast various kinds of protection on themselves.

The scene fell into a strange stalemate for a while.

Liriel obviously noticed this, and her eyes began to drip and roll.

Facts have proved that under the rule of Velen, the god of conspiracy, these men are not as good as the high-level priestesses during the reign of Rose.

At least under the rule of the latter, the dark elf city still has the minimum execution ability.

When the municipal council gave an order, no family dared to be sneaky and had to rush up desperately, even if they died, they had to die on the road of attack.

But now?

Just one unlucky guy died, and these useless guys began to suspect each other, and even refused to do anything.

You know, there is only a drow girl standing in front of them at this moment.

Even if Lirael was the chosen one of Eilistraee, she would definitely not be able to stop the siege of so many people.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a scream suddenly made everyone alert.

I saw a shadow flash in the darkness, and then a warrior fell to the ground with his chest covered. Dark red blood quickly gushed out of his chest, obviously his heart was pierced.

If it were before, he should have shouted for the priest to help with the treatment.

But the problem is that with Rose falling into silence and her priestesses in the city being basically killed, there are not many priests available at the moment.

What's more, no one saw clearly who had just done it.

So the first thing they thought of was their own safety.

As for the guy whose heart was pierced, he ended up like this because he was careless and deserved it.

Yes, this is the typical result-oriented style of the dark elf society.

No matter how powerful, wise, and cunning you have been before, once you encounter setbacks or failures, you will immediately fall into an irreversible situation.

There will be no tolerance!

There will be no second chance to make a comeback!

The cruelty that cannot be described in words is the most intuitive embodiment of the logic of the bottom layer of drow society.

However, before these followers of Velen could figure out what happened, the same afterimage suddenly appeared again and launched a terrifying killing at an extremely alarming speed.

In just less than a few seconds, more than forty people fell in a pool of blood one after another, dying.

Some of them had their hearts pierced, some had their throats pierced, and some had their eyes and the brain connected to the back pierced.

Because everything happened too fast and too suddenly, there was no time to react.

Even the mages who had cast protective magic were not spared.

"Damn! An assassin has sneaked in! Quick! Someone come and seal this place off!"

"Where are the guards? I need protection now!"

"Disperse! Don't gather together, those assassins will use our shadows to hide!"

"Ah!!!!"

...

With screams and shouts, the entire municipal council was in chaos.

Since the seizure of power was not long ago, the new power system has not yet been established in the game. Therefore, when some important figures were assassinated and died suddenly, many people began to be like headless flies, not knowing what to do.

To put it bluntly, it was caused by the low degree of social organization and the loose power structure.

Although Liriel didn't know what happened, she knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her, so she immediately activated the invisible magic and slipped into the crowd.

Just when she was about to return to the secret base, she suddenly felt that someone had stuffed something into her hand.

When she came to her senses, she found that the other party had left quietly, leaving only a bloody head wrapped in cloth, with a small note attached on it, with the name "Kusalel" written on it.

Obviously, this was the target that the drow girl asked to kill by name.

Combined with the previous assassination and riot, Lirael immediately realized that someone was helping her secretly, and that the other party knew the secret base of the dark girl Eilistraee, and even knew the current difficulties faced inside.

But she didn't understand who the other party was.

A spy planted in the dark by the Trade Alliance?

Or a believer or other elect of the goddess?

Or a conspiracy and trap set by Velen?

For the still slightly immature Lirael, this feeling of being in a black fog was really terrible, as if she was just a controlled chess piece, and several big hands in the darkness were trying to control her.

It must be said that her perception was quite sharp.

Because at this moment, Velen, the god of conspiracy of the dark elves, was watching her.

But Velen also saw Viconia representing Zuo Si, so he didn't rush to take action.

In his opinion, if he let his good sister Eilistraee attract her mother's attention, he could accumulate more strength, and then find a way to deal with Selvetarm and completely clear the last passage to the throne of the Spider Queen.

"We'll see, this time I will definitely seize the faith of the dark elves and become their master. Not only that, I will also change the status quo where women are superior to men, make men the dominant class of society again, and make those women become men's playthings forever. and fertility tools.”

Viren's tone contained strong hatred and resentment.

Because according to the principle of mutual influence and mutual achievement between believers and gods, he has actually been suppressed and cowardly for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. He has long fallen into madness in his heart and wishes he could kill his mother first and then his sister. Directly seize the monopoly on the faith of the dark elves.

But it's a pity that he can't beat Rose as a mother, nor can he beat Eilistraee with Corellon as the background.

The result is that just like the men in drow society, they are caught in the middle and are not human beings.

In the eyes of Corellon, his father, Velen was one of the culprits who helped Lolth launch the rebellion and was a heinous sinner.

In the eyes of his mother Rose, he was a waste who failed to achieve anything but failed, which made the originally good situation fall short.

If one were to find the most disliked god in the Dark Elf pantheon, it would have to be Velen, the god of conspiracy.

Over the years, he could only hide in the darkness like a rat in the gutter, quietly developing followers and secretly expanding his influence among men.

Now he finally had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an opportunity to kill his mother and seize her position to make a complete comeback.

Not only Velen, but the entire Dark Elf pantheon became commotion due to Lolth's sudden silence.

Except for Ghaunadaur, the ooze god, everyone else is gearing up to replace the Spider Queen.

In other words, whoever can win the championship in this chicken-eating competition can be promoted to a powerful god with the help of the power that monopolizes the entire dark elf faith.

This naked temptation is irresistible even to God.

Even though everyone knew it might be a huge trap, they still couldn't help but jump in one after another.

In this way, a huge bet between gods was quietly formed.

Of course, Lirael didn't know any of these things.

At this moment, she has successfully completed the transaction with the previous drow girl, obtained the location of the secret warehouse, and successfully solved the problem of so many people eating, drinking, and eating. She also obtained the mission item for this trip, a sealed long box. .

Feeling the weight of the box, she immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "I just need to deliver this thing to a person named Helister in Menzoberranzan City, right?"

"That's right! That's what the goddess instructed."

The female pastor nodded vigorously, her eyes showing gratitude and admiration.

Although she was much older than the other person, she admired the girl for being able to escape unscathed after forcing her way into the city council and cutting off one of the people's heads.

As expected of the chosen one chosen by the goddess!

As everyone knows, even Lirael doesn't know how she escaped from that dangerous situation.

"Okay, I get it."

Although the drow girl wanted to open it and see what was in the box, she gave up the idea in the end.

Because anything involving gods is basically not something that mortals can easily intervene in.

Except, of course, magic goddesses like Elminster.

No hesitation!

After getting the things, Lirael immediately planned to leave this ghost place.

She is now more and more convinced that Velen, the God of Conspiracy, and his followers cannot succeed, and the only person who can replace the Spider Queen is her own goddess Eilistraee.

Some optimistic people even think that Rose is dead, and they only need to find the hidden kingdom to obtain all the power and priesthood she left behind.

Yes, from the moment of silence, Lolth tore her kingdom out of the abyss.

Because the Abyss is not a safe place, there are too many lunatics and lunatics who may take the opportunity to invade the Abyss Demonic Network to see if they can kill themselves.

After all, Demogorgon and Orcus had precedents for a demon lord being able to serve as a true god.

Therefore, as long as the spider queen still has some brains, she will temporarily move her kingdom out of the bottomless abyss before falling into silence, or at least isolate it.

This means that both Velen and Eilistraee need to find the entrance to Rose's kingdom first.

So how to find it?

The answer, of course, is to go to those places where the dark elves are most numerous, and then observe where the souls of the dead drow go, especially the souls of clerics.

You must know that accepting the souls of believers after death is a sacred contract between mortals and gods.

Unless a god really falls into the star realm and lies dead, he must fulfill this obligation.

Menzoberranzan fit the bill perfectly.

In this way, with the things designated by Eilistraee, Lirael left the city that fell into the hands of Velen and walked alone through the dangerous underdark.

After about a few days, we arrived at the entrance to Menzoberranzan.

As she expected, a rebellion should have broken out here, and the entire city's gates had been completely sealed.

Fortunately, she had prepared a secret passage for herself a long time ago, so she could bypass the gate and sneak out of the city.

Lirael bypassed the main entrance and found a strange-shaped stone in the passage near the side, and then began to wave her ten flexible fingers to recite a spell.

In a flash!

The rock wall that was originally natural suddenly began to flicker, and then a secret door appeared out of thin air.

She didn't hesitate for even a second and went straight in and disappeared into the darkness.

Then the whole person kept falling, falling, and falling like jumping off a cliff.

Lirael counted to ten silently in her heart, and then cast a feather fall spell on herself.

The next second...

Her body became as light as a feather, and then her feet stepped firmly on the ground.

Needless to say, the drow girl has long been familiar with this area, even like returning home.

Just as she stood firm, a hideous claw monster suddenly rushed out from the dark and threw Lirael to the ground.

If it were a normal situation, it would probably have started to splatter blood and fly limbs.

Because for the claw monster, the dark elves have no other meaning except killing and eating.

But what was incredible was that the Devil’s Claw did not kill Lirael, but kept nudging it with its vulture-like head and making a strange cry.

Lirael patted the head of the terrible monster and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I know you miss me. How are you doing in the past few years when I was away?"

The Devil’s Claw made a low cry again to express the excitement in its heart.

Needless to say, it was not the insidious, cunning and cruel predator in the Underdark, but a "friend" of Lirael.

In fact, during the time when she was the little princess of the Banrui family, Lirael privately made many aliens as her "friends", even including a real dragon.

It must be said that she actually has the talent to become a druid or a ranger.

After all, even Master Cui San, who was born with the holy body of a ranger, could not communicate with real Devil’s Claws, let alone understand what they wanted to express.

But these were not a problem in front of Lirael.

Because she has a special hairpin from Gonfu Baenre, which can communicate with any creature with sufficient intelligence at the level of spiritual consciousness.

This is why she has so many "friends".

After all, compared to the dark elves who are insidious and cunning with various purposes, monsters are often simpler and more direct. At least they will not talk and laugh on the surface but secretly have some ulterior evil purpose.

So when Lirael lived in Menzoberranzan, she had many more friends of different species than friends of the same species.

Just as she was hugging and playing with her long-lost claw monster friend, a deep male voice suddenly interrupted this warm and harmonious scene.

"You shouldn't have come back!"

Instantly!

Lirael quickly got up from the ground and looked in the direction of the voice. A surprised expression soon appeared on her originally vigilant face.

"Father...Father! Why are you here?"

"You are not naive to think that no one knows about this secret passage?"

Gonfu Baenre, the chief wizard of Menzoberranzan, slowly walked out of the narrow passage leading to the city.

You should know that he was very fond of this rare daughter with wizard talent, and even killed Lirael's mother to take custody of her.

This was absolutely a heretical behavior in the dark elf society dominated by the priestess of Rose.

If the Baenre family was not the first family at that time, and the old mistress who lived for thousands of years was still alive and firmly in control of the power, even with his identity and status, he might have been backlashed.

After all, the fact that women are more noble than men is endorsed by Rose.

So although Gonfu implemented a free-range strategy for Lirael during her childhood, it did not mean that he did not care about his daughter's safety and growth.

In fact, through the powerful magical power, he could monitor Lirael's every move at any time, including those secret passages that the latter believed that no one knew about and various "friends" who were quite dangerous even in his eyes.

But unlike other drow parents, he did not interfere rudely with his daughter's life, but only kept observing.

This is also the reason why Lirael could have a "happy" childhood that other drow could never have.

In her heart, Lirael always respected and loved her father, unlike other families where the father and daughter, or mother and daughter, simply used each other.

Although the two did not meet many times, in the memory of the drow girl, whenever her father appeared, he would basically satisfy all her requests and wishes.

"Are you now a believer of the Dark Maiden Eilistraee?"

Gonfu obviously noticed the holy emblem worn by his daughter and frowned subconsciously.

Although he did not reject Lirael's escape from Lolth's control to believe in other gods, he did not want her to believe in Eilistraee.

The reason was very simple!

He was not optimistic about the outcome of the battle between Eilistraee and Lolth, and he did not think that this innocent and kind goddess could defeat the Spider Queen and pull the entire dark elf race out of the abyss of chaos and evil.

"No, I am now the goddess's chosen one."

Lirael did not hide anything and openly said her current special identity.

"Chosen one?!!"

Gonfu's pupils suddenly dilated and his face became extremely ugly.

Because the thing he was most worried about had happened.

Lirael nodded seriously: "Yes, Chosen One."

Gonfu took a deep breath and forced himself not to show his anger. He asked expressionlessly: "So you came back to Menzoberranzan with a mission? Are you interfering in the war between the two goddesses?"

"Sorry, you should know that I can't answer this question."

Lirael was very cautious and did not give a clear response.

Because she knew that her father was a follower of Lolth. Although his faith might not be devout, he was a typical traditional dark elf.

Most importantly, all of Gonfu Baenre's power and status came from Menzoberranzan and the Baenre family, so he was unlikely to betray his family and Menzoberranzan and choose to believe in Eilistraee.

But this obviously did not stump the archmage.

Or he knew the answer from the moment his daughter chose not to answer.

Silence!

Terrible silence!

Even the Horrorclaw felt the oppression from the chief archmage of Menzoberranzan and began to knock on the surrounding ground and rocks, making a harsh noise.

This is a "language" that only they understand, and it is also a threat and warning.

"Calm down, father is not my enemy."

Lirael hurriedly stopped her friend's reckless behavior.

She understood that although Gonfu might not attack her daughter, he would definitely not show mercy to an unrelated monster.

As long as he felt threatened, he would not hesitate to tear the Horror Claw to pieces with his powerful magic power, and he might not even leave the body.

The father and daughter stared at each other's eyes for half a minute, and Gonfu said, "Go back, leave here, Menzoberranzan is not a place you should come to. From the moment you chose to escape, it has completely closed its door to you."

"What if I insist on going in?"

Lirael cautiously tested.

"Then you have to get past me. Because the current situation in Menzoberranzan is very special and dangerous, more dangerous than ever before."

As he said that, Gonfu raised his arms to reveal his carefully maintained hands.

Obviously, this is a very obvious signal for a spell duel.

Unless the daughter can defeat him, she will be blocked out.

However, Liriel did not want to fight a magic duel with her father. Instead, she took out a piece of metal with a dark green glow from her backpack and asked with a smile: "Can I make a deal with you?"

"Deal?"

Gonfu's originally tense face showed a faint smile, and then asked: "Isn't the deal you are talking about the piece of metal in your hand?"

"Yes, it is this piece of metal.

Its name is Saronite, a mineral from another universe infected by the blood of the ancient gods.

The biggest feature is that it can almost block all magical powers and physical attacks.

I believe that with your magic level, you should understand the meaning of this, right?"

When saying this, Liriel showed a cunning smile like in her childhood, obviously knowing how her father would react next.

"Block all magical powers and physical attacks?!"

Gonfu was obviously shocked and unbelievable.

Because in the universe where Toril is located, although there are many magical metals and special materials, there has never been anything that can have both of the above effects at the same time.

Take the so-called hardest metal, adamantium, for example. It is difficult to perform high-level complex enchantments on it.

Even the most skilled dark elf blacksmiths can only turn it into adamantium powder through magic, and then reshape it through evil dark magic.

In other words, the swords and armors that the drow admired throughout the continent of Faerun were not actually forged, but shaped.

Those people are more like alchemists or mages who can swing hammers than blacksmiths.

And the whole shaping process requires the help of high-level mages to complete.

If there is really a substance that can have both properties, it is definitely a precious gift for mages.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."

Lirael generously threw the small piece of Saronite in her hand over.

The cautious archmage did not directly take it with his hands, but cast a magic hand.

Although he did not think that his daughter would want to kill him, there was still a high possibility that she would do something small or use paralysis poison.

However, after a simple detection, his face quickly became serious.

Because all detection magic had no effect on this small dark green metal.

In order to prove his conjecture, Gonff quickly conducted various energy tests on the Saronite, including fire, electric shock, strong acid, cold, sound waves, etc., and even took out the +5 adamantium dagger he carried with him and stabbed it twice.

It turned out that no magic or physical attack could leave even the slightest trace on it.

This metal substance really blocked all magic and physical attacks.

"Where did you get it?"

The archmage asked with his eyes slightly shining.

"It was given to me by Soth.

If you are willing to step aside and pretend that you didn't see anything, I can provide you with a 30-kilogram Saronite ingot.

How about it, it's a good deal, isn't it?

With these metals, you can build yourself some special magical equipment, and even use it to strengthen those golems.

Of course, if one day you want to leave Menzoberranzan,"

Lirael seduced the Archmage naked and unabashedly.

She was obviously very aware of her father's mercenary nature and his strong thirst for magical knowledge and power.

But Gonfu was obviously not so easily tempted. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at his daughter who was becoming more and more courageous, and asked in a tentative tone: "Is that man very good to you? Or... you have become Her lover?"

"No, no, at least not yet. But he did treat me well and allowed me access to his private library."

The drow girl immediately denied it, then showed a hint of shyness.

"Haha, okay, I think I understand what's going on. I agree to the deal, and you can now enter Menzoberranzan."

Gonfu chuckled and turned sideways to get out of the narrow passage.

Because he was very sure that his daughter had been protected by the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, a man who even the gods were careful to treat.

This kind of protection is enough to ensure Lirael's safety from any external threats.

Even if you die accidentally, you will be resurrected afterwards.

Since there is no life-threatening danger, why stop it?

What's more, the Archmage is really interested in metals like Saronite, and has already begun to plan in his mind how to research and utilize it.

For a mage who has reached his level, there is nothing more exciting and thrilling than finding a new research topic.

That means one step further down the path of magic.

Lirael noticed the change in her father's attitude, and walked forward cautiously, and when she passed by Gromph, she stopped and confirmed again: "Am I really going to enter Menzoberranzan? "

This time the Archmage just smiled and made a gesture of invitation, seeming to urge his daughter to hurry over and hand over the promised Saronite.

In the end, the father and daughter completed a secret transaction that no one knew about in a narrow secret passage.

After truly entering the familiar streets of Menzoberranzan, Lirael finally let go of her hanging heart, and began to appreciate with great interest the changes she had made in the years since she left.

The most obvious one is that there are fewer people on the streets.

Perhaps because of the previous rebellion, even the gray dwarves and drow merchants were very nervous. They would often raise their heads without warning and patrol around vigilantly, as if to confirm that there was no danger or abnormal situation nearby.

In addition, the places where noble families live have also stepped up their vigilance, and many of them have even turned on a 24-hour invisible detection circle if conditions permit.

Many of the slaves responsible for cleaning could often be seen in the past, but now they have basically disappeared.

Even in the bustling pubs and hotels, there were only a few scattered people going in and out.

Just when Lirael was about to go to the tavern to find out what happened recently, a big hand suddenly pulled her from the street into a deserted alley.

Out of her subconscious first reaction, she immediately wanted to use a magic item to knock the opponent away.

Because being close is a very dangerous thing for a mage.

But after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, the drow girl gave up the idea, and asked with a surprised look on her face: "Drizzt! Why are you here?"

"Shh! Don't make a sound! I've been waiting for you here for a while.\

,"The ranger put his finger on his lips to silence, then turned his head and stared at the path the other person had just walked.

After about two or three minutes, a man suspected of being a thief emerged from the darkness and carefully checked the temperature of the footprints on the ground.

Obviously, he followed Lirael all the way here.

When Drizzt saw this, he didn't even hesitate for a second. He immediately picked up the girl and ran towards the dripping stalagmite forest not far away, hiding together behind a huge stalagmite.

Accompanied by the sound of dripping water, the running water on the ground quickly took away the remaining warmth when they passed by.

By the time the male drow followed enough, no useful clues could be found.

Although he looked very angry and unwilling, and even searched around for several times, he had no choice but to give up in the end.

When this guy of unknown origin was completely gone, Drizzt breathed a sigh of relief and said to the girl next to him: "Do you know how dangerous you were just now? There are informants everywhere in Menzoberranzan right now. They will Tracking every suspicious or unidentified outsider will be quickly captured."

"What? Are those matrons crazy? Aren't they afraid of causing riots by doing this?"

Lirael's eyes widened in surprise.

You must know that Menzoberranzan is a "big city" with a population of tens of thousands. There are more than 20,000 adult dark elves who can be counted as warriors.

This does not include the equally staggering number of slaves.

Therefore it needs to consume a lot of food every day.

However, these mushrooms grown by the city itself and the Los beasts raised cannot be fully satisfied, and outsiders like the gray dwarf caravans are needed to provide them.

Especially since the Trade Alliance began to open restrictions to the underground world, many gray dwarf caravans have become second-tier dealers, selling specialties from the Underdark to the surface world, and then selling food, alcoholic beverages and other scarce materials from the surface world to the underground. City.

In particular, the most scarce food, vegetables, fruits and processed meats are in a state of short supply in various dark elf cities.

After all, the drow matrons all know how much nutritious and sufficient food can greatly improve their own population and strength.

Therefore, in Lirael's view, this kind of behavior that may interrupt trade is tantamount to suicide.

It won't be long before Menzoberranzan's food reserves are depleted.

When slaves could not be provided with enough food to survive, even the most obedient slaves would initiate large-scale riots in order to survive.

"crazy?

Maybe.

Since Lolth fell into silence, riots have broken out twice in Menzoberranzan.

Once it was a slave, and another time it was a male mercenary suspected of being a follower of Velen.

Today’s mistresses are very nervous.

Because they no longer have access to divine magic, they must be extra vigilant to ensure that their rule will not be overthrown. "

Drizzt gave a straightforward answer.

If he hadn't had the experience of surviving alone in the Underdark when he was young, and knew the many hiding places in Menzoberranzan, it would have been difficult for him to avoid the ubiquitous spies.