crown of stars

The mage Narfin was on the run, and the brisk footsteps of the drow allowed him to leap over the obstacles on the ground effortlessly.

Nafin once again expressed his gratitude to Vecna ​​for her self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice, and coldly hoped that the priestess would be stronger so that he could escape further.The surviving drow warrior tightly pursed his lips and followed behind the mage without saying a word, obviously not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

The terrifying cracking sound caused countless echoes in the ground, and even after running a long distance, it was still clear to my ears.

Nafin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his slender fingers stretched towards his waist.

There's his spell kit there.

The drow mage successfully released a spell, and the speed of the whole team suddenly increased.

A team of drows would not even have the sound of footsteps and breathing, and half of the guns on their backs were left.With such a configuration, among the many races in the Underdark, few opponents dare to attack.

However, with just one meeting, the fighting spirit of the drows was broken.Even Vecna, the priest with the most high hopes of the third family, is likely to die in his hands.

Just a face-to-face.

Nafin thought bitterly, replaying in his mind the shadow of the mysterious opponent hovering and rolling deftly like a swallow, moving freely in the cramped cave.

Don't know if he will take prisoners?

Messiah chased after the traces of a small group of drow fleeing, and the feeling of forcibly suppressing Chaos was extremely uncomfortable, and there was nausea and pain in his chest from time to time.The other self is constantly struggling in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the chaotic will flows upstream along the connection between the two.

Messiah missed the half-elf more and more. By Nigel's side, the entanglement of chaotic will was no longer frequent, and he was able to temporarily escape from the endless struggle and enjoy a moment of peace.

Maybe return now?

He immediately dismissed the idea.Leave the beginning and the end of things, and then let the big troops continue to attack him?What's more, going back now, maybe even the half-elf can't suppress his rage.

Messiah shook his drowsy head and continued to walk through the dark passage.

Nafin and his party ran for a day without stopping, and finally stopped to rest in a mushroom forest.Several Dreadclaws lay in the moss, and after cutting off the edible parts, the mage took out a glass bottle and carefully poured the acid over the corpses to prevent the smell of blood from dispersing.

The mushroom forest is backed by a cliff, a large number of vines hang down from above, and the sedimentary rocks are covered with moss, which is extremely slippery.

Nafin held the staff and cast a warning spell around the mushroom grove, allowing the drow warriors to recuperate as soon as possible.Ever since he accepted this mission of detection and extermination, unknown dangers have always been with him.

The sense of emptiness after casting the spell swept up, and Nafin leaned against the non-toxic umbrella mushroom, falling into a hazy state in the dim light.A group of warriors leaned together and soon fell into a light sleep.

The Messiah came just as they passed from light sleep to deep sleep.

Before that, he finally let go of the suppression of the chaotic self, and was instead suppressed by the violent self.A six-winged humanoid monster pursued the breath of the living, rampaged underground, and carried out a cruel killing and devouring.

Another self-satisfied sigh could be felt as the Messiah emerged from the depths of consciousness.The scimitar and clothes were splattered with blood of various colors. Messiah wiped the corner of his mouth, and his hands were indeed covered with blood.

For this reason, he had to look for water sources again, and invisibly gave the drow team a period of time.

The mage woke up suddenly and looked around vigilantly.Everything around the mushroom forest was completely silent, emitting a blue cold light, no different from before.The warriors leaned together, breathing evenly.In the drow's infrared vision, the aura of warning magic still exists, and obviously nothing touches the magic.

Nafin relaxed and lay back in the mushroom, and the rest time was interrupted. For a mage, it was undoubtedly very fatal. Fortunately, there was still time to continue to recover.

Messiah lifted his invisibility and stood on a cliff thirty feet high overlooking the crowd, his waist-length silver hair shining in the air.

He was not in a good mood. First, he confronted the great existence behind the priestess, was taken advantage of by chaos, and finally plunged into the ice water covered in blood, which made him want to throw Let go of the urge to fly back to the Crystal Cave.

But it is a good habit to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots. Temporarily letting go of the fish that slipped through the net does not mean that he has plans to let them return smoothly and then gather more people.Having already offended that great existence, the Messiah doesn't want to spread hatred any more, so as not to suffer from enemies from time to time.

The fate of the group of people under the cliff was decided in a flash.

When the point of the knife touched his neck coldly, Nafin knew the fact that Vecna ​​was dead.

It turns out that Vecna ​​is no different than me, at least when it comes to this person.

The mage was not too surprised and accepted the ending calmly.

"I surrender to you." Nafin raised his hands and said respectfully.

"It's not necessary." The other party responded coldly, and Nafin immediately felt the scimitar on his neck tightened, and warm liquid flowed down his skin.

"If you really don't need my life, then I should be decapitated now instead of standing here and raising my hands to you." Nafin looked directly at Messiah and analyzed calmly , in fact, he was also a little uncertain about this person's thoughts.

The man stood with the backlight, and the overgrown fungus gave off an ice-colored cold light, and the dots of the stars were connected together, making the outline blurred.

The turquoise pupils moved slightly, Messiah lowered his eyes, and finally removed the scimitar from his neck.

Well, the point of the knife was removed from the neck.

Nafin thankfully let out a long sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was covered in cold sweat.He still has a lot of spells in his spell slot, but it is obvious that his head will fall to the ground before the opponent finishes chanting the spell.

The drow mage stepped on the mushroom and began to wake up the warriors one by one.Only then did he realize that the drow warrior was not asleep, but fell into a coma without warning, and the aura of warning magic also quietly dissipated.

It's really a powerful ability to cast spells, and it can be easily cast after a fierce battle. Is it because the spells are not consumed, or does it not need to be learned like him at all?Nafin couldn't help being shocked.

The drow warriors soon awoke and gathered together in a dejected flock of what appeared to be a herd of harmless little sheep.

Messiah turned and walked away without even taking a second look.

The drow mage hurriedly followed, followed by a group of warriors, even holding their weapons intact.

Nigel waited patiently in the crystal cave for another day, and finally waited for someone who thought something unexpected happened, and at the same time waited for a group of uninvited guests.

"Who is this?" Nigel suddenly became vigilant. The dark elves are the most famous villains in the entire underground world.

The mage Naffin raised his eyelids and looked at Nigel.

Black hair, blue eyes, feminine appearance, thin and slender, wearing an old robe, barefoot, it doesn't look good.

Ordinary, nothing special can be seen, this body can't even practice martial arts, maybe it was raised by that adult for fun?

Nafin thought maliciously.

"I'm Nafin, a mage. After that lord defeated the priestess Vecna, I became his follower." The mage changed his title and quietly raised his status.

After all, prisoners of war are not glorious things.

"Nigel." The half-elf poked his sharp scrutiny at the mage, and replied stiffly, then turned to Messiah, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak.

Through the vaguely disturbed expression of the half-elf, Messiah can more or less guess the mood of the other party.

"give it to you."

Messiah responded indifferently, and easily handed over the disposal of a group of drow to the hands of the half-elves, and handed over the mushrooms and lizards that he picked on the road to him.

The mage, who was still a little complacent, was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of the half-elf so easily.

He also thought about how easy it would be to replace Nigel with his ability to be promoted to a senior mage soon.Unexpectedly, the idea was severely hit before it was put into practice.

Nigel stroked the broken hair that fell to his forehead, pinned it behind his ears, and reached out to take the food that Messiah brought for him.

Nafin stared at the half of his ear exposed behind his black hair, quite surprised.

The ears are pointed.

The author has something to say:

no inspiration...

It feels like the half-elf and the drow mage met for a little while, as if the main palace is facing the mistress...