Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 76 The Shameless Drow Elf
After guessing that he had a high probability of falling into the Underdark, Imrik began to be extremely vigilant, and everyone in the Dragonlance Adventure Group also felt a trace of panic in their hearts.

"Look, there's an underground river over there!" After the skeletons were dealt with, everyone continued to walk aimlessly. At this moment, Domira suddenly spotted a small river appearing in front of him.

She squatted down, observed the flow of the water and said, "I think we can go against this river. Maybe the source of this river may come from the oasis on the surface."

Imrik nodded. At such a time when he had no clue, following the river was one of the smartest choices. However, he frowned and reminded: "Be careful that there may be biological habitats around this river. If this is just a branch, it is very likely that there are dungeons where drow settle down on the main branch."

If one were to choose the cruelest race in this world, then this title must belong to the dark elves, who were also called drow elves.

There are tortuous and bizarre stories behind this group of cruel elves, but this does not affect the various bloody rumors about them circulating in Faerun Continent.

The drow are a purely matriarchal clan. They are keen to torture slaves in their daily life, especially the males. They are cunning and inferior in character. In order to satisfy their mother goddess, Queen Lolsi, for intrigue, betrayal and killing are full of their society.

Thanks to their brutal nature and highly developed spellcasting system, the drow are one of the most powerful forces in the Underdark.

Because of this, they occupy the best territory in the entire Underdark.

Imrik and the others walked up the river for about two hours, and they saw a wide underground river. This stream was just a branch extending from it.

The banks of this underground river are covered with various bryophytes. Domila explored and found some traces of animal activities.

"There may be creatures around here, what should we do?" Domira asked.

Imrik took out a crystal ball from the storage bag. This is Mansong's trophy. This crystal ball comes with the effect of expanding the field of vision. Using this crystal ball to perform prophecy detection can greatly broaden the scope.

The crystal ball was suspended in front of the mage, Imrik closed his eyes and sank into the magic net, and probed his spiritual power into the crystal ball, trying to search the surrounding situation through prophecy.

This ceremony lasted more than ten minutes, but for some reason, the crystal ball was like an old TV with poor contact, as if something had interfered with the signal, and only a few images were transmitted.

After a long time, he put away the crystal ball with sweat profusely, and said to the long-awaited crowd: "The prophecy failed, and I got too little information, but I saw a few pictures, and it seemed that there were some creatures nearby, as if they were fighting, but the picture was too blurry, and I couldn't see what it was."

After thinking about it, he said, "Let's go and have a look. We don't know anything about this place. If there are local intelligent creatures as guides, we should be able to ask some questions."

Everyone thought about it and nodded in agreement. It's not a big deal to run around like this. If they go further and further away from the exit, they won't know, and they will go forward foolishly.

The picture in the prophecy is not far from here. After walking along the river for a long time, I heard the noisy voice of the crowd.

The fighting creatures in the picture turned out to be a group of gray dwarves and drow elves, and the two sides were facing each other. The gray dwarves were wearing clothes similar to prison uniforms. Besides, there were several creatures wearing prison uniforms, a delicate-looking human woman with blond hair and white skin, a strong and muscular tauren, and an equally strong half-orc.

On the side of the drows, there were a dozen male drows with feminine and handsome looks, wearing leather armor and holding long swords, and a female drow with dark skin, beautiful features, a graceful figure and a revealing robe.

Holding a long whip in her hand, the female drow slammed it on the ground fiercely, cursing sullenly, "Damn it, a group of damned slaves are really shameless. Now get back into the prison car obediently, and I will show mercy not to send you to the Colosseum."

"Otherwise." She sneered, and looked at the gray dwarf viciously: "I'll send you to those disgusting mind flayers. I believe being their slaves should make you very happy."

The gray dwarf's face changed, and he looked at the drow with resentment. As a race that was enslaved by mind flayers, this history has always been a thorn in their hearts. Threatening to send them to mind flayers is tantamount to nailing them to the pillar of shame.

A gray-skinned dwarf said cursingly, "Damn you, I'm going to strip you naked and give it to those tauren, and let them take you round."

The stunned tauren looked stunned for a moment, looking at the drow's graceful figure, he couldn't help but have a look of anticipation on his face.

The drow covered his mouth and sneered, his exposed chest was full of waves: "Hahahaha, this is your threat? Then I really want to thank you very much. I am afraid that these calves are not enough for me to play with."

Seeing that the other party was not angry, the gray dwarf couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Damn, you really don't feel ashamed, you damn cousin, you don't have any shame at all. Sending her to those tauren is really not a punishment."

Jerome blushed when he heard the drow elf's unrestrained and explicit words, and accidentally stepped on a stone with a "creak" sound, which attracted the drow's attention.

She suddenly stopped laughing, turned sharply to where Imrik and the others were, and shouted, "Who is it! You sneaky ones, get out!"

Seeing that he was discovered, Imrik couldn't help feeling a little helpless, so he had no choice but to come out. Originally, he planned to wait for both sides to lose out in the fight, and then make a sneak attack, which is a pity.

He turned his head and glanced at Jerome. This paladin was probably a first-timer. He was so easily teased, and his success was more than failure.

Seeing the leader Imrik wearing mage robes, and a group of professionals behind him, especially the huge and strong two-headed tauren, a trace of dignity flashed in the eyes of the drow elves.

Although she is an 8th-level mage and 5th-level priest, she can easily capture the slaves on the opposite side, but adding these uninvited guests is not necessarily the case.

She glanced at Imrik's delicate and handsome face hidden under the hood, a hint of greed and fascination flashed in her eyes, and said with a teasing smile: "Little handsome boy, you are not here to influence my sister's business."

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted a little, fearing that her frivolous words would offend the other party, but her lustful nature made her unable to resist molesting this juicy-looking handsome mage on the other side.

Hamlein on the side looked at Drow in bewilderment, and then said, "No, no, it depends on how you "repay" us."

The drow covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly. Although this vain-faced bard seemed incapable of "fucking", her smooth tongue was very flattering to her.

Unexpectedly, the mage gave her a cold look, then turned to the group of slaves and asked, "Do you know how to leave the Underdark?"

Now that he has been exposed, he has to choose a side to cooperate with. Compared with the powerful drow elves, he is more inclined to this group of slaves. What if the other party invites him to be a guest in the drow city after helping the drow elves? Go or not? He is not an idiot who will put himself in a dangerous situation.

(End of this chapter)