crown of stars

Master Drow's whereabouts have not been hidden from the eyes and ears of those who care.

"He's back," whispered the half-elf to the Messiah. "Don't you want to know what he did?"

"That's not important, I don't think he can defeat me even if he contacts the drow nearby." Messiah lacks interest, even if he closes his eyes, every move of the drow mage can be easily shown, What's more, the mage just went to the other side of the tunnel to look at the scenery.

Only strength really determines success or failure. When a shady activity is crushed by strength, it will not be more difficult to burst than a bubble.

Messiah raised his eyebrows, and put down the pretend book without comment.

"Nafn, I don't understand something." Nigel pointed to a line of text on the large scroll without thinking, "The composition of marjoram and marjoram is the same, so they are the same plant? As a medicine raw material , Can differences in production areas and harvesting seasons lead to changes in the properties of pharmaceuticals?"

"Don't you only think of these things? Subtle changes in the materials of harvesting tools and different containers will lead to differences in medicinal effects! Magic is a very delicate thing!" The fear that comes with it.

After making a decision on the spur of the moment, boundless fear immediately overwhelmed him.The feeling of being helpless made him want to return to the embrace of the Spider Queen, as if the whole person was divided into two.

"I really didn't think that much." Nigel sneered emotionlessly in his heart. He watched the drow mage put on the spiked armor, trying to hide timidity and fear in this way, but he didn't know that this would only expose his weakness more thoroughly.

The half-elf was not interested in poking at the sore point of the mage for the time being. After asking him a few questions as if nothing had happened, he stepped back, picked up a knife and nailed it to a fleeing spider.

Nigel decided to stay away from the drows who had become immortal for a while, and follow the Messiah.

"I remember there is a small road here, which can bypass Seslin." A warrior suddenly said, when they were packing their bags and preparing to enter Seslin.

"Are you sure the news is reliable?" the half-elf asked suspiciously.

"When I went to perform the mission, I used to walk through that road, but it was very narrow." The drow warrior replied.

To be on the safe side, the team still sent two warriors as the vanguard, and set off again after confirming that there was no danger.

"In the past, it was the Mithril Bridge. I don't know if it is really a bridge made of Mithril." Nigel followed the warrior who led the way, trying to shrink his body, and slipped sideways through the crack in the rock.Rather than saying it was a shortcut, it was better to say that it was a larger gap, and even the short drow did not have much room to move in it.

Messiah raised his head and gestured at the gap between his height and the entrance of the cave, then took a few steps back, waiting for the half-elf to go far enough, and took out his long knife.

An arc continued to extend along the tip of the knife, and the broken rock collapsed downward, revealing the smooth curve of the top.The Messiah whipped up the breeze and effortlessly cleared the debris from the ground.

The rest of the journey was lackluster. Everyone struggled against the narrow rock cracks, even turning their elbows with great effort, and the water seeping from the top made them all wet.

It's inconvenient to move around here, and we can't do anything if we come here.Nigel wiped his face, and the muddy water dripped down his wrist, fortunately it was not highly corrosive.

The warriors moved forward with vigilance, while the half-elf and the messiah trailed behind, keeping a distance.There was nothing particularly noteworthy along the way, and even the ubiquitous underground predators did not exist, which greatly relieved the drows.

When leaving the trail, everyone looked like they had rolled in muddy water a few times, wringing water out of their bodies.

Out of the rock crevice, walk down a gentle slope covered with moss, and you will arrive at the Mithril Bridge.

A naturally formed stone bridge spans the graben and connects the towering cliffs on both sides. The gray-black bridge body is shining with stars.The two cliffs confront each other, forming a long and empty corridor, from which the howling mountain wind pours in, and the slender arch bridge is crumbling in the eyes of passers-by.

"That's the Mithril Bridge."

"That's not made of mithril." Nigel was a little disappointed, but after the hard work of the mage drow, he still understood that mithril is a very rare mineral, and using mithril as a building material is simply a waste of money.

"No, it is." The Messiah replied, who had already recognized what the silvery substance was.The underground creations often make people feel that they are made by nature. A large number of high-purity mithril ores are gathered on the long bridge, but no one dares to think about it.

The half-elf shut up and walked down the ramp, taking advantage of the slippery moss to save a little effort.

Messiah came up with an idea by chance, spread his wings, and glided by the wind. When the half-elf was about to step on the long bridge, he grabbed it and carried it across the bridge.

After taking a breath, the half-elf covered his mouth and coughed wildly, turned his head and glared at Messiah, and hid uncomfortably aside.

The drows looked at each other, with inexplicable expressions in their red eyes, and their mouths were still tightly closed.Strictly speaking, they are all half-elves and vassals of the Messiah, and there is no one here who is ignorant of current affairs.

The road after the Mithril Bridge was much smoother, and there were even deliberately repaired flat roads. Messiah saw many caravans along the way.The business roads extending in all directions converged into one here, and more and more humans appeared on the ground, and even drow elves would not take the initiative to avoid them.

Not only Messiah looked at these caravans curiously, most of the drow warriors also arrived so close to the ground for the first time, and they were also looking around.Nigel felt a little complicated.

This can be regarded as revisiting the old place, but last time he had a rope around his hand and was led like a cow and a horse.And this time, he will return to the ground with freedom.

The drow followed Messiah, inserted into the main force in an orderly manner, and climbed up the shaft one by one.The upper and middle layers of the dark region formed a natural fault zone here, and the wide and deep shaft just ended here, and did not lead to a deeper underground, thus forming a safe passage.

A silver ladder of unknown material hangs from the top of the shaft. It is solid and wear-resistant. It is nailed into the rock wall by thick cold iron nails to prevent it from being blown off by the mountain wind.

Messiah grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up step by step.Even without the perception, the unique vitality of the upper world is clearly reflected in his mind.

This is the closest place to the ground.

The author has something to say:

The underground world is almost finished, and a new map will be opened soon!

There is a little easter egg here, little angels who are familiar with Western Fantasy should know it, guess what it is?

Here is an article by Jiyou, "A cute dragon wants to be nine thousand years old", it is a soft and delicious article~

In addition, I would like to thank Zishu Qingyou for throwing a mine, thank you dear~