Broad World

When Henry and his party launched an attack on the cannibals, Alan was taken back to the city of Uster Nazareth by the dark elves. Although there were only two short days on this journey, he was whipped at least four times, and you don't have much skin on top and bottom of your body. And the torture process was accompanied by various verbal humiliations. If it weren't for the priest who had been using healing spells, it would have been a corpse.

Just as the squad approached the gate with beautifully carved patterns, a dark elf warrior suddenly appeared and shouted at everyone: "Here you are! Let me know the identity! Otherwise, we will launch an attack."

"Idiot! Are you blind? Didn't you see that Master Chasma is back? Get out!" The priestess drew the snake's head whip without hesitation and slammed it on the opponent's face. Everyone only heard a "pop", and a fleshy wound appeared.

Not only did the dark elves on the wall not come down to help the humiliated companion, but they all showed mocking smiles. In this extremely competitive dark society, they usually regard everyone around them as threats or potential threats. Go up and help? Don't be kidding, it's benevolence and righteousness if you didn't go up and stabbing yourself. This is what most dark elves think.

Obviously, this soldier knew the current situation, and stammers on one knee and said: "Very... hug... I'm sorry! I didn't see it clearly. Please forgive this noble Master Chasma and the priestess. Unintentional offense."

"Forget it, let's hurry into the city. I still have a lot of things to do. I don't have time to waste time here." Chasmary ignored the dark elf warriors, and went straight through the gate made of fine gold. This evil city ruled by thirty thousand dark elves. His current mind has been fully focused on dealing with Henry, so he has no intention of taking care of this linguistic offense.

"Trash, luck. Next time, it's better to wipe your eyes with bright spots." The female priest took another whip and entered the city shortly thereafter.

When every member of the dark elf squad who came back passed by, they would give a kick to the warrior who was half-kneeling on the ground. Or spit hard. They spoke all kinds of foul language unscrupulously, and made no secret of their evil tendencies. As for the soldiers on the wall, they laughed too. Completely ignored the feelings of that soldier.

This is the dark elf society where the weak and the strong eat the strong. Once they are regarded as weak and losers, not only will they not get any help, but they will be stepped on again by countless compatriots. Not only that, they will also take the whole thing out as a negative example when educating the offspring. In such an environment, it will be a ghost if they can teach good people.

It was hard to imagine that Drizzt had lived in this kind of society for hundreds of years, still maintaining his kind heart. Perhaps this is due to the protection of his "father". Otherwise, I am afraid it will become distorted and evil in the brainwashing education again and again.

Alan looked at all this indifferently, her cute little face without a trace of expression. After several days of torture, he finally understood what his father said when he sent himself to learn magic: "In this world, nothing is more important than strength, especially your own strength. You may think that the lord has his own army. Very powerful, but it's just a joke in front of the real strong."

Why would I be arrested, why would I be whipped and insulted? Isn’t it powerless? This boy under ten years old had previously received the traditional aristocratic education of his mother. Most of his time was spent in etiquette, territorial management, mathematics, etc., which were of little use.

After all, Shikodi is just an ordinary lady, and her vision is really limited. In her opinion, as long as her son can safely become the heir. Then, marry a wife and have children to continue the family bloodline. As for recreating the splendor of the magic civilization and building a powerful empire, I can't even think about it.

But Henry is different. After reading the history of the rise and fall of all races and civilizations, he discovered that all wars in the Faerun Continent depend on high-level armed contests. Just like the red robe mage always wanted to occupy Agoraron. However, the strong personal ability of Xinbu, the queen of the storm, has not dared to do it.

Is it because Searle’s army is not strong enough? of course not! As one of the most powerful countries in this land, Searle can pull out an army at random enough to smash Agoralon back and forth. But why don't you dare to send troops? It's not because of Simbu's terrifying deterrent.

This is not a joke. Think about what this mighty legendary mage and voter will do if he loses his country? Let’s not talk about directly using the murderous means of revenge like the legendary magic massacre. It’s enough to attack the strongholds of the red robe mage scattered all over the place. , There is no way to take the other party.

This also means that the army is just a **** used by the strong to test each other, and does not determine the final direction of victory. Only those who are not very strong will rely on the army and subordinates, such as Lord Nasir in Neverwinter City. His fighter level is only twelve, so he relies heavily on the protection of his personal bodyguard, Neverwinter Nine Guards.

Look at Ilminster, the leader of the League of Other Harpers. Most of the time, I travel around alone, without any protection at all. His wise mind and powerful spellcasting ability are the greatest guarantee. Who dares to claim that he is qualified to protect a legendary spellcaster? I am afraid that no one can do it except themselves.

In this world, quantity can never replace quality. A first-level fighter wearing a plate armor and fully armed can effortlessly kill more than ten peasants holding weapons. Legendary fighters are like those peerless warriors in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. They can easily kill seven in seven out of thousands of ordinary troops. Their skin, muscles, internal organs and bones are beyond the scope of normal people’s understanding. They are just like those masters in martial arts novels who have practiced the thirteen Taibao horizontal kung fu, ordinary steel weapons have cut a white mark on them, and everything is nothing. Will not stay.

Not to mention the caster, all kinds of weird and unpredictable methods are unpredictable. A "dead cloud technique" is enough to cause most ordinary people, even professionals below level 5, to die on the spot, not to mention there are killings. A more powerful legendary spell.

Is the number still useful when facing such an enemy? The answer is no, it's definitely useless. Therefore Henry did not care much about army building from the beginning. He seemed to be able to deal with monsters such as hobgoblins, jackals, and kobolds, as far as protecting himself. Please stop joking.

In the past, Allen didn't understand what his father did, and felt that doing so was a bit too relaxed and not conducive to ruling. But after seeing the powerful power shown by Zasma, he finally understood all this. Along the way. This terrifying-looking legendary mage easily killed a large group of Deinonychus ambushing on the only way, as well as a squad of Inner Demon who wanted to launch an attack.

"Strength! I need strong power!" Young Allen screamed frantically from the bottom of his heart.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and followed without a word. Although he was very young, he had already read about the dark elves' behavior in books, and understood that only obedience could reduce the number of tortures and buy more time for his father to rescue himself.

But a child is a child, and even smarter it is just a joke in the eyes of an adult. Chasma saw Allen's every move in his eyes. There was a sullen laughter: "Hehehehehe! Little thing, I really didn't see that you are so smart. But this is better. Presumably Henry Angomei will be desperate to learn that his excellent son is arrested. Come here."

Allen still bowed his head and said nothing, and didn't say anything to refute. The flogging of the past few days has taught him to endure, and only in this way can he suffer less skin and flesh as much as possible. The dark elves don't have a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, especially the female priest's snakehead whip, which hurts to his bones.

"Master, why don't you give this human child to me, and promise to let him survive, but not to die." The priestess next to her said with a wicked smile.

"Leave it to you? No. No. You may have a nervous breakdown if you set up this little thing, that's not the result I want."

Chasma refused without hesitation. He knew better than anyone the dark elf priestess's methods, which was a criminal law that even the lord of the abyss had to learn. Used on a child less than ten years old? I'm afraid I went crazy before the enemy arrived. What is the pleasure of revenge.

The priestess frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Chasma's mouth turned up slightly, and she squinted her eyes and replied, "Don't you think it's touching to meet a father and son? When they are ecstatic, it is most wonderful to kill their son cruelly in front of the father. Things. Of course, don’t be idle during this time. Give him alchemy poison every day to completely destroy his body."

His eyes were full of hatred, and he made no secret of his naked malice. Even the evil dark elves felt a tingling scalp, and his face was full of horror and fear.

"Hahahahaha! Don't worry. Master. I will prepare what you need after I go back, but..." the priestess said that there was a long tone. She stared at the old and ugly legendary mage ~www.ltnovel.com~ The meaning of the words was obviously that she wanted the other party to express.

"No problem! You will get what you want tomorrow." Chasma agreed without hesitation. For him, the only purpose of living in this world is revenge. To this end, even if you give all you can do.

The priestess nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you very much, I believe our cooperation will be very pleasant. As for now, I won't bother you to enjoy the pleasure of revenge." After she said that, she took a meaningful look at Alan, who was motionless, and then turned everyone around. Walked towards the family residence.

Chasma glanced at the backs of these people with disdain, then turned her head and said to Allen: "Now that all the idiots who are fighting for power are gone, it's time for you to taste the real pain!"

As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand to cast an unknown spell, and instantly put the child under ten years old on the ground, clutching his neck in pain, his poor little face flushed...

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Bow and thank s for the monthly pass. (To be continued) ()