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Nafin was satisfied with harvesting the whole caravan, and the dwarves were stripped of everything of value except their clothes and driven out of the cave.

They should be thankful that they don't have to be sacrificed to the Spider Goddess and tortured to death when the family sacrifices to the Goddess.Although venturing underground with only clothes on, it's almost like going to die.

The drow warrior threw the half-orc warrior's body off the cliff, and the echo of the collision passed through the deep cave, appearing dull and distorted.

Nigel followed the mage to rest for a while, and the supply of caravan materials was undoubtedly a timely help for Drow who lost his family's supplies.The samurai unpacked the package, dug out the whetstone and grease to repair the weapon, and added food and medicine.The drow mage followed suit to join the rummaging force, and the mage's material bag would never be full.

"Don't keep some, I think it can be disguised as a drow caravan, since there are so many people or other things coming over."

Nigel was playing with a small dagger, and his eyes wandered around, obviously not thinking about it.

He had not seen the Messiah since entering the cave.Even the robbery of the caravan just now did not show up.

"The drow also needs supplies, since your companions didn't provide us with these things." The mage responded casually.

Although there are not many constraints, and even weapons are not collected.

"We'll leave things behind. Grease and the like aren't worth much, and you can think of things that are really valuable."

"It's water." Nigel looked down at the water bag, which was always consumed faster than others.

"Anyone can guess. Although we are not short of water, I don't want to waste all my spells creating water and summoning food. Every drop of water here is worth fighting to the death of the creatures below."

"I see." Nigel tightened the lid of the water bag, deciding not to drink any more water.

The journey after restarting was actually very boring. One layer after another of caves kept flashing by. At the beginning, Nigel still had a heart to remember the route, but in the end, he just followed the warrior's legs numbly.

For some reason, although the voice of Messiah could not be seen, the half-elf always felt that he was not far away.

"We have arrived."

Nigel looked up wearily, with a relieved smile.The false feeling brought by the psionic energy suddenly receded, and there was no drowsy feeling, only a knife-like pain in the limbs.

Messiah folded his wings and landed gently on the ground.

Nafin's heart tightened.Of course he would not be so stupid as to think that the Messiah had left them, after all the elf was still there.When that powerful alien creature really landed on the ground, he still couldn't help but worry about it.

"Go get something to eat." Messiah ordered succinctly, walking towards the half-elf.

"Yes." Nafin bowed respectfully, almost at a standard right angle.

Shadow Lake is the planned stopover, a lake under a vast stalactite dome.The surface of the lake looks peaceful and deep. Buildings of all sizes are built on the shore, and the luminous crystals and pyroxene on the roof together light up the peaceful waters.

The wooded torso of huge mushrooms is used to form a bustling pier by the lake. All kinds of underground intelligent creatures float on the lake in boats, and the dark gray shadows under the water are constantly changing with the oars.

Messiah led a group of people to a tavern.

"The Shell Tavern."

This is the first tavern I've seen.

Messiah thought, reaching out and pushing open the heavy stone door.

The hot air came blowing in with the aroma of food, and everyone couldn't help but relax their expressions.

Dozens of dark elves poured into the door at once, the noise stopped immediately, and the cautious guests put down their spoons, thinking whether to leave immediately.The boss at the counter was all smiles, his small eyes almost squeezed into a line.

"Dear guest, what do you need?"

"52 servings of spore bread, grilled loos meat, dermatoderma, and your clam soup, a glass of fire wine per person."

Naffin flicked through the menu and quickly ordered a lot of dishes.The drow warriors quickly found their place and quietly waited for the mage to finish ordering.

The Messiah was given the first seat by the drows, and the half-elf sat on the side, looking not very well.

There was silence in the tavern for a while, until they realized that the dark elves were just here for a meal and had no intention of making trouble, so they started to eat and drink with ease.

"What's the matter?" Messiah said awkwardly. In his past time, besides fighting, he killed people.

"Excessive consumption, my head hurts, maybe it hurts everywhere." Nigel leaned on the table with his upper body, his black hair deeply buried in his hands.

"Eat so much, and go to sleep later."

"Yeah." Nigel replied drowsily.

When the spore bread was put on the table, the drow put the dish in front of Messiah without thinking.

Messiah folded his hands and looked at the dishes, and then turned his eyes around the sick half-elf.He is not hungry, perhaps it should be said that he has always been hungry, and the feeling of ordinary things is something out of reach for him.The ubiquitous twisted nature is engraved in the soul, and only when it devours living things can it truly get a little satisfaction from it.

He slid the plate in front of him towards the half-elf, with just the right amount of force, and landed right next to Nigel.

Wrapped in his magic robe, Nafin watched secretly, raised the importance level of the elf again in his heart, and decided to do his best to help the elf, no matter what was necessary, and never be an enemy to it.

The drow watched the half-elf in awe.

Without realizing it, Nigel reached for the bread, tore it open and soaked it in the soup.

Clam soup is filled with shellfish and algae, with a layer of red paste floating on the surface, sticking to the bread, and it tastes hot and spicy.

Nigel felt the warmth of his stomach, which had been tortured by cold water and rough dry food for a long time, and his physical strength seemed to have recovered.

Pain also became more pronounced as perception returned to normal.

The half-elf tried his best to tear at the bread, exhaustion flooded him like a tidal wave.

A human wearing an exaggerated hat came onto the stage with a musical instrument in his arms. He first looked at the dark elves secretly, but found no response before picking up the musical instrument and boldly began to play and sing.Messiah looked at the musician with keen eyesight, and found that there were still leftovers from the meal at the corner of his mouth.

The guests started to boo and beat the rhythm, and the scene was extremely noisy for a while.

The half-elf frowned unbearably, the noise making his head hurt even more.

Messiah slowly sipped the wine under the quilt, never taking his eyes off Nigel.

There seems to be a strange attraction around the half-elf, as if emanating from the depths of the soul.

He closed his eyes, and the hoarse singing of the musicians and the noise continued to move away. Everyone seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog, peeling off layers of camouflage in the illusion, becoming illusory shadows one by one.

The indistinct music fills the entire tavern, forming a weak but harmonious piece that soothes the soul.The Messiah followed, blocked by a surrounding white mist.

He opened his eyes, and the world returned to its original state.

Naffin put down the spoon recklessly, and the powerful magic power evenly swept over everyone in the tavern. As the only mage in the team, the feeling of being completely analyzed made his hair stand on end.

What's more, this might just be an inadvertent glance from a tyrannical existence.

It was like the gaze cast by the spider queen he believed in on the mistress during the sacrifice.

Nigel sat on the chair, holding the spoon limply.The familiar high fever invaded his body again.The half-elf lowered its head, trying its best to maintain a hazy consciousness, its cheeks were flushed, and its exhausted body unconsciously tilted to the side.

Messiah sat beside him, letting the half-elf lean on him.

Master Drow turned his head silently and cast his gaze into his own bowl.

A meal has different thoughts.

In the tavern room, dim cold light fell into the room through the window, forming a spot of light.A desk was placed in front of the window, and the waiter thoughtfully placed parchment and ink.A bed is leaning against the wardrobe, and the sheets exude a fragrance.

"What's going on here?" Messiah sat on the edge of the bed, raised his eyebrows at the drow mage, and the half-elf lay unconscious on the bed.

"I don't know." Nafin stammered, he was a mage, not a psyker!

A sharp murderous intent locked the mage.

"Please wait a moment, I will prepare the potion, please give me a chance!"

Messiah withdrew his killing intent and fixed his eyes on the mage.

The moment he walked out of the room, Master Drow felt that he had truly come alive.

The elf's body is too weak.The mage complained, took out the scroll from the space belt, and began to study it.

This kind of thing is probably a problem with the psyker, but where can I find a psionic warlock?Should I rush to the illithid city or go to the duergar?Let's try it first to see if it works.

Naffin extracted the possible useful recipes from the book, and then rummaged through his pocket, and found that some materials were still lacking, so he hurried downstairs and hurried to the port of Shadow Lake.

A smooth fleshy ball floated in the air, and the faint blue light formed complex patterns, vibrating with frequency.

The consciousness goes deep into the secondary brain, and the Messiah keeps searching in the huge database.

As a natural psychic, the use of psychic power has long been instinctive, and the database of illithids is full of a large number of resources.

Messiah extracted a paper called "Spiritual Energy Injury and Medical Treatment" in the auxiliary brain, which discussed in detail the various manifestations of improper use of spiritual energy, as well as common medical methods.It was made when the illithids were still in their teens, and the desire to pursue arcane arts hadn't sprouted in their hearts.

The half-elf condition is the most common condition, where psychic overdraw causes extreme discomfort.Perhaps there are also long-term high-intensity marches and the limitations of my own weak constitution, which caused discomfort.

Needs are not uncommon, but there is only one thing that cannot be avoided.

Requires a psionic warlock.

Messiah stopped writing, and a line of dripping ink was clearly displayed on the parchment.

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