Scales of Eternal Order

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In the multiverse. No race knows the meaning of the word “revenge” better than the dark elves.

Revenge is their daily dessert on the table. It is the triumphant smile on their lips after they taste the mellowness.

For the drow race, revenge is Supreme’s delicious enjoyment and a persistent pursuit.

Therefore, even after using the “cloning technique” to resurrect, Lavis regained her strength and hurriedly returned to the ashes world again to find a place.

One time, one time, but two or three days.

This noble lady of the spider queen walks on the steps of the wide stairway where the city Academy is located-Tyre Bridge (so named after the Academy in the city of Drow).

While stroking the short hair that just grew on the clone’s head, she cursed the traitor who made herself this way, and this small city that violated the customs of drow.

At this time, the city is brightly lit.

The houses carved from natural stalagmites have windows only at high places, where the rays of light of the torch are swaying.

There are lights in the Dark Elf City!

Generally speaking, in the inhabited city of the drow family, many exquisite buildings (usually aristocratic residences) will be decorated with the soft bright color of the demon fire, and most of them are shining with the brilliance of blue and purple, but the demon fire And lights are two different things.

“Did this light hurt your eyes?”

Sarcastic words came from behind her. Lavis turned back to look at the speaker, who was a weird hobgoblin with a candle on her head and a thick powder on her face.

His name is Slartak, and he is the leader of the sacrificial sacrificial ancestors among the wandering drow clan.

Slartak is shorter than most of the drows, and almost a foot shorter than Lavis. However, although his makeup is weird, he always carries an inviolable majesty and calmness. Lavis knows his strength (and his irritable temperament) better than most people, so she always deals with this little hobgoblin with the utmost caution.

Upon hearing the other party’s sarcasm, the first sentence Lavis thought in her heart was “That’s not enough”-flashing, shining, and the lights of the city seemed to her to be full of malicious intent. His eyes-only, when the words came to his lips, they became: “Of course not, dear Harebee, if this is your order.”

“Let’s go.” The desecrating priest whispered.

The terrible drow accent made Lavis couldn’t tell whether the other party was talking or roaring.

She followed the hobgoblin down Tyre Bridge, and walked towards the iconic three-tower building in the Zall Academy.

The so-called three-tower style refers to the fighting tower, the wizard tower, and the spider tower, which is usually the largest and most gorgeous and always located in the middle of the three towers.

However, the purpose is to escape the Temperamental Rose Goddess. In this city of the wandering drow clan, there is naturally no temple building such as the Spider Tower.

Replaced by a pyramid-shaped tower. It is still under construction and has not yet been completed.

Many drow civilians and hobgoblins are here as overseers. They use machetes and whips to drive thousands of goblins and human slaves to work non-stop. These slaves polished pieces of obsidian pieces with edges and corners into the tower of the pyramid; hoisted a piece of fast square stone with Crane, and built it to each planned location.

Slartak took Lavis and entered through the main entrance at the bottom. As soon as he stepped into the hall of the pyramid, a variety of breaths immediately attacked the queen of spiders, from the fragrance of spices to the blood-reeking qi of dried up sacrifices, and they were also spread behind every side door. There was a weird singing. Slartak didn’t care about it, he shrugged, and walked past several disciplines who saw him and bowed to him.

The blasphemy priest went straight to the higher steps, his destination was his private room. He walked down a small hallway, where the floor was covered with live spiders (some of which were even higher than Lavis’s knees).

Lavis has some doubts, shouldn’t this scene appear in the Spider Temple? Why does a sacred residence have to keep spiders? Did he steal the power of the spider queen and still need these spiders as a medium?

However, she kept silent wisely.

Even if they are allies, it is best not to inquire about some of the other’s secrets. The consequences of doing that will undoubtedly make this already fragile alliance soon shattered.

So, she just followed his steps through the hall. Spiders don’t attack Lavis, and she pretends to be blind.

“Take off your boots,” Slartak said back to Lavis before stepping into his private residence.

The latter leaned gracefully, and walked into the exquisite room covered with thick blankets and a soft and unquenchable flame.

Slartak closed the door, strode past Lavis, and sat in a large chair piled with cushions.

Behind him is a writing desk, and then one of countless tapestries, depicting a group of hobgoblins fighting under the leadership of a sturdy hobgoblin warlord. This painting shows the militaristic social customs and traditions of the hobgoblin family, but it is obvious that it is the handwriting of the drow craftsmen in the use of techniques.

Two different races and two very different styles merge with each other strangely, just like this strange city.

Lavis fell into the wrapped stone chair comfortably, flattened a wrinkle on the armrest, and revealed a clear pattern: a black and yellow Giantou spider, which is a tarantula on the ground A variant in the Nether Darkness Region.

“Death feels uncomfortable,” Slatak was the first to break the silence after sitting down, and he questioned Lavis in a cramped tone. The flame of the candle above his head jumped and jumped, and it seemed that he was also taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune.

The noble lady of the spider queen shrugged her bladder. “It’s good to get used to it, and every time you die, you can come back alive, and you won’t lose a piece of meat.”

Since you owe you, don’t blame me. Lavis sneered directly, and it was like acupuncture, poking straight into Slartak’s heart. Distorted by the secret technique of the spider queen, turned into a defective wax-melt monster, and these hobgoblins have all received the palace sentence. This is not only the eternal pain in their hearts, but also the root cause of their betrayal of Rose Goddess.

“Ho~Ho, hehe,” he let out a slight growl like a wild beast, but then he covered it up with “hehe”, “It really looks like your great mother, even when he speaks, he hides needles in his mouth. It seems vicious.”

“Talking about business,” Lavis was already a little bored. In addition to her revenge, she still has many plans to subvert Rose to execute, so she has no time to chat with such unsound castrates, “Although This wandering drow clan has completely shrunk underground, but with the tonality of the Chamber of Commerce, they have always done things very well, do you think about how to deal with them?”

“Also, after a traitor like Jarlaxle, do you still have the confidence to completely control this city?”