Emperor of Arcane

September 10th.

morning.

Underground world.

Dry and windless.

The hot lava river spits out bubbles after bubbles.

The pungent sulfur smell continued to spread to the surroundings.

A drow transport team passed briskly across the lava river.

The drow guards looked around cautiously to make sure there was no danger, then continued to follow the team and disappeared here.

Several guards looked at their leaving figures and returned to the post very unhappy.

The other drow elves went to catch prey and seek wealth, but they were the only ones squatting here to get moldy.

"Who's going to attack us?"

Almost every drow elf sentry has similar thoughts.

In this specially cleared passage, there were very few prey for their entertainment.

However, surprises are often unexpected.

More than 10 tall figures quietly jumped out of the darkness and wiped their necks very simply.

The slender and powerful palm immediately pinched their mouths.

The sharp knife turned to the back and pierced the back of the head.

The six drow sentinels were killed like livestock before they even had time to tear open the warning scroll.

The enemy who took action knew their behavior and habits very well and did not allow them to react in any way.

After taking a look at the corpses around her, Sera slowly walked out of the shadows and gently shook the poison-extracting dagger.

Behind her, the 12 surviving drow transformed warriors were silently cleaning up the corpses and traces.

Sera was not worried about them escaping at all. These drow transformed warriors had all submitted certificates of surrender.

To put it simply, under the leadership of Sera, they all betrayed their belief in the evil god Rose and joined the army of the goddess of magic.

In the world of drow.

Assassination of siblings?

no problem!

As long as you leave no evidence, everyone will recognize your success.

Assassinate a competitor?

here you go!

As long as he is not caught, no matter how bloody the murder is, it can be treated as if it never happened.

Assassinating the Elf Mistress?

Amazing!

The drow who don't want to be the mistress will be killed by the mistress sooner or later!

However, even in the drow city-state where there are no taboos.

There are also things you can't do.

Don't mess with Rose!

That's the horror and despair that won't let you rest until you die!

Therefore, just like the betrayal advocated by Rose, these drow warriors have no psychological burden at all towards betrayal.

In particular, they learned that under the "recommendation" of Lord Matthew, they submitted enough "soul fragments" and thus received the "mark" of the goddess of magic.

Their souls after death will escape from Rose's clutches and return to the divine kingdom of the goddess of magic.

Now that their worries have been resolved, they don't have any pressure at all.

Even though they had just been released for more than ten days, they all enjoyed the relaxed life in the Gulf Territory.

Sera turned to look at the direction the transport team was leaving, and ordered in a cold voice:

"A team of 4 people. After discovering the enemy, don't rush to attack. Notify other teammates."

"You have to remember that we are not fighting alone."

"Maybe we can save more drow!"

After saying this, Sera disappeared into the darkness again. The super-level shadow cloak on her body was exactly the equipment Matthew had prepared for her.

In addition to the drow team led by Sera, a high-level cleanup team from adventurers was removing the drow outposts along the way one by one.

Their methods are very skillful. First they set up a set of communication bans, then they put on a silencing barrier, and finally they bullied the few with more.

Six or seven drow elf sentries are usually besieged by more than 40 high-level adventurers.

They didn't even have time to call the slaves before they were all "cleaned out".

For every drow killed, they receive a reward of 100 gold coins.

You can be as ruthless as you want to strike.

The operations on the four channels were carried out in different districts at the same time.

It only took 20 minutes to resolve the battle.

"These 40,000 gold coins are worth it. The drow camp has not made any moves, so it must be that they are not aware of it."

Arnold smacked his lips excitedly, stared at the quiet drow camp not far away, and said expectantly:

"The surrounding passages have been secured, and we can notify the bait to start."

Three minutes later.

A team of about two hundred adventurers, carrying a large amount of supplies, carefully groped their way along the periphery of the underground space.

In order to rush on their way, they even consumed a precious group invisibility scroll.

This spell scroll allows them to maintain group invisibility for 10 minutes.

During this period of time, they were able to successfully avoid the observation of the drow camp and successfully get into the dark path beside them.

However, they underestimated the "vision" of the drow.

A post lying in ambush on the trail discovered their traces and immediately sent a notice to the main camp.

Soon, a slave team of nearly 3,000 people rushed out from one side of the camp and headed straight for another team of adventurers.

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, the adventurer team pretended to be delayed and immediately rushed out 10 modified warriors.

Under the unbelievable gaze of the drow sentries, they easily broke through the defense line of more than 200 gnoll slaves and rushed in front of them.

The average challenge level of these drows, none of which exceeded level 9, did not even have a chance to escape. They were captured by the extremely fast transformed warriors.

The army of slaves who were ready to bite the hook did not taste the delicious food they imagined. Instead, they were greeted by hundreds of heavy crossbows.

Poof!

Click!

"ah……"

"Kill it!!"

"There is an ambush..."

"..."

The drow who commanded this slave army looked at the small number of adventurers and gritted their teeth to try the adventure.

Anyway, it was just her slave who died.

Then, two armies with more than 5,000 troops surrounded them from the left and right sides.

Not only did they block their way back to the camp, they also assumed the posture of charging in formation, apparently preparing to swallow them whole.

The drow commander, realizing that he had fallen into a trap, did not hesitate to order the slaves to turn around and fight back.

As for whether two orders that were too obviously different before and after would cause confusion among these slaves, she no longer cared so much.

When the heavily armed Gulf Leaders, led by 10 transformed warriors wearing magic armor, faced these gnoll slaves.

Despite their ferocious appearance, jackals are actually very timid.

With a few rounds of crossbow volleys, the front line of the Jackals was already in chaos.

The Gulf leaders rushed over and opened a huge gap in their front line.

Finally, the demoralized Jackal soldiers chose to flee for their lives.

Before the drow commander could react, her army of slaves was wiped out.

As for herself, she was turned into a hedgehog by a flying crossbow arrow.

The drow camp, which had just been about to send reinforcements, immediately became "quiet".

The 1st Division of the Bay Leader, lined up neatly, walked over with shocking strides.

Snap! ! !

Snap!

Snapped……