Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Never underestimate the role of knowledge in this world. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia Preface"

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A little light gradually appeared on the stone at the corner. In such a completely dark underground passage, this little reflection was as conspicuous as a furnace fire in the dark night. It seemed that the target with the torch had already arrived. close.

The dark elf assassins belonging to the "Blood Spider" silently moved their fingers that were stiff from the cold. For them, this was an assassination without any challenge, but their habitual caution still allowed them to start before the target appeared. Adjust yourself to the best attack state.

They are predators lurking in the dark, opening their huge nets and waiting for the unsuspecting ground creatures to enter their ambush circle, they are as quiet as rocks, like air, like darkness itself, even in the dark Creatures that have lived underground for a lifetime, it may be difficult to find their traces.

A bat flew over with flapping wings, and was frightened back by the invisible killing.

Finally, the group of people passed the corner of the passage and appeared in the sight of the assassins.

The most eye-catching ones are the three heavily armed Templars, with the logo of the Illumination Cult painted on the chest of the silver-white armor-a red sun surrounded by flames. Apart from them, the team is mainly composed of casually dressed people. The mercenaries--mostly humans, with a few duergar and two rock lizards that acted as camels.

The leader of the assassins was a dark elf with a lighter complexion than his surrounding companions. His eyes wandered around the team, and he quickly found the assassination target of this operation.

It was a young man with blond hair, who looked clearly different from the heavily armed warriors around him. He didn't wear any protective gear, and only wore an inconspicuous gray cloak.

The leader of the assassins was a little curious, what is so special about this person that would make his life worth paying a lot of money for?However, as a competent assassin, he did not let this extra curiosity distract him, but aimed the poisoned crossbow bolt in his hand at the figure from a distance, and now he just waited for them to get closer, and to get closer a little……

Suddenly, all the people in that team covered their eyes in unison. They even covered the eyes of the camel beast. At the same time, a ball of bright light that was more blazing than the midday sun burst out from the hands of the blond young man.

The lurkers in the darkness were unprepared, and were blinded by the sudden strong light almost immediately, screaming one after another.

The mercenaries immediately shouted chaotic battle roars, and charged at the exposed dark elves.

A perfect ambush turned into a one-sided massacre in the blink of an eye.

Only the leader of the assassins immediately realized the danger when they covered their eyes. He closed his eyes in time, but the strong light still shone a dazzling blood red in his vision through the eyelids.

When he opened his eyes again, his vision was already blurred. The assassin leader could only bear the pain in his eyes and aimed at the target and pulled the trigger of the hand crossbow. The poisoned crossbow shot at the blond figure.

It's a pity that a young templar raised his shield in time to block the blond young man. The crossbow arrows hit the shield without leaving even a dent.

The consequences of an assassination failure are very serious, but no matter how serious it is, it is better than dying here. The leader of the assassins tried to take advantage of the confusion to hide from the exposed hiding place to another place, but because of blurred vision, he stepped on the ground. , fell from a high place.

Before landing, his last thought was -- Yaoshou, the target turned out to be a mage!

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When the mercenaries were screaming and rushing out to kill the assassins, Evandel looked as if he was drinking afternoon tea in his back garden, sitting upright on a luggage bag unloaded by a mercenary. Leaning on the back of the docile camel, chewing fried small dried fish as a snack, and from time to time, he picked up one and fed it to the bat Natalie who had made great achievements on his shoulder.

In fact, it's no wonder that the assassins were unprepared, Avondel really didn't look like a mage.

Generally speaking, the mage in people's minds is an old man with a gray beard or a wrinkled old witch, wearing a pointed hat, wearing a long robe, holding a staff in his hand, full of arrogance and ferocity, It seems that if you don't agree with each other, you will cast a curse on someone.

But Avondel has no pointed hat, no mage robes, and never wears a staff. Instead, he dresses up like an impromptu aristocratic young master, wearing a well-made shirt and coat, and the sleeves of the coat can even be seen. Gold embroidered lace, dark trousers with patterned buckskin boots, as long as the outermost gray cloak, which is slightly plain, is taken off, this outfit is not too shabby even for a ball.

Moreover, his appearance does not seem to be more than 30 years old at most. He is handsome and elegant, and his smile is enough to make most girls blush and heartbeat. terrible existence.

However, after working together for a period of time, no one in this team dared to doubt his strength as a mage. Even compared to the templar knights who were employers, the mercenaries were more willing to listen to the mage, and they faintly regarded him as a mage. The leader of this team.

Herris, the mercenary captain who was cleaning the battlefield, found the half-dead assassin leader in a corner, and dragged him out to show the mage: "Evandel, there is still one alive here, come and see, this one Dark elves seem a little strange."

Evandel glanced at the captive casually: "This is not a dark elf, he is obviously not dark enough, at most he is only half of the blood of a dark elf."

The mercenary captain didn't care about this, he threw the assassin leader on the ground: "Do you want to interrogate?"

"No need, assassins usually don't know any valuable information."

"Okay." Herris drew out his sword and was about to finish the assassin, and the semi-conscious assassin leader had already woken up when he fell to the ground just now, seeing the mercenary leader raised the sword in his hand, he quickly said : "Wait a minute! Who said I don't know valuable news!"

"Oh, a half-breed dark elf who can speak the common language?" Evandel seemed to have finally raised a little interest. "Then, tell me, what 'valuable news' can you provide us?"

The leader of the assassins looked around, trying hard to find a little life for himself: "I am... their captain, I must know more than you think."

"So we should give you a good torture before killing you?"

"If the purpose of your torture is to get an answer, and not just to torture me for some fun, I suggest not to waste that time. I can tell you directly what you want to know." The assassin leader said very consciously, " My name is Phils, and I am the assassin captain of the 'Blood Spider'. People from the surface world may not have heard of the name 'Blood Spider'. Let's put it this way, we are the most dangerous local snakes in the Undercity. The maze is a frightened assassin organization. Two days ago, someone paid a hundred gold coins to 'Blood Spider' to buy your life and provided you with your whereabouts. I was lucky enough to see the employer. It was a middle-aged man with a bald head Humans, they don’t have any special features, and their name is Hawke, but I don’t know if it’s a pseudonym.”

The mercenaries had never seen such a cooperative captive before, and they all found it strange, but Evandel's focus seemed to shift to some strange places: "My life is only worth a hundred gold coins? It seems that I Seriously slighted by this Mr Hawke."

Fiers tried his best to hold back a cough, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His ribs were probably broken, but he had to pretend to be very relaxed and said: "He didn't tell us You are a mage, otherwise the price would not be enough to double the price."

"Then what do you think I am, a tourist who came to visit the underground maze?" Evandel said disapprovingly. Dangerous cobras' don't look very professional."

Phils couldn't refute, but fortunately, the focus of other people's attention was still within the normal range. Kent, the oldest of the three Templar knights, looked at Avondel with some concern and asked, "Why did you provoke the Undercity?" Did the assassin offend someone?"

The latter spread his hands: "How do I know? You may have to ask Mr. Hawke who wanted to kill me for only a hundred gold coins."

It seems that he is really worried about the price of one hundred gold coins.

"...Okay, get rid of this assassin quickly, we should be on our way." Kent didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he packed up his things and was ready to go. Evandel turned to the hapless assassin and asked with a smile: "So, Mr. Assassin , now we already know what we want to know, what's the use of keeping you?"

Phils has already seen that Avondel may not be the leader of this team, but he is definitely a person who can make decisions, so he immediately judged whose thigh he should hug: "If you are interested If you listen to it, my role is of course much greater than that of a corpse, for example, I am very familiar with the underground labyrinth, so I will be a very good guide."

Mercenary Captain Herris said: "We already have maps and guides."

"Are you talking about these gray dwarves?" Fiers pointed to the iron-gray dwarves in the mercenary team, "Indeed, they can also be regarded as underground residents, but most of the nearby areas are The territory of the dark elves, few gray dwarves can set foot here, and the underground roads are not static. I bet they don't know anything about the current situation in this area, such as which monsters have built their lairs recently, or where. And what new blocked intersections and collapsed passages, no one knows these better than the assassins of the Undercity."

"It also makes sense..." Evandel showed a thoughtful look, and Phils quickly struck while the iron was hot: "And I can do a lot of things for you, I know the methods of 'Blood Spider' very well, and I can help you guard against their sneak attacks , or assist you in fighting, I will also make traps, pick locks, mix poisons, and even take care of livestock or polish your armor, no matter how you look at it, this is a very good deal, isn’t it?”

"You don't believe his rhetoric, do you?" The mercenary captain frowned and said, "He must be planning to escape halfway or lead us into an ambush, or secretly assassinate you while we are asleep."

Firth quickly argued: "Of course I'm not that stupid. You see, just because of this assassination failure, my former colleagues will not let me go. According to the rules of the 'Blood Spider', if the assassination fails, you will be punished." I have to die, so it is impossible for me to turn back, and I will not try to escape, because no one can survive in the underground labyrinth alone, only by cooperating with you can I survive."

The mercenary captain snorted disapprovingly: "If the dark elves can be trusted, pigs will fly in the sky."

"I'm a little sad when you say that. After all, the dark elves have never regarded me as their kind." Phils felt that the situation in front of him was not good, and he had already quietly calculated the possibility of a desperate fight in his mind. Sex, but Evandel said: "You are right, we do need a guide."

"You don't really intend to do this, do you?" The mercenary captain was a little anxious, "It's too dangerous to bring such an assassin with you."

"You can tie him up, and if you find something wrong, just cut him off. I didn't say you can't." It’s too unreliable to find the big rift on the old map and a few gray dwarves who have never been to this area. How much effort did we have to cross the underground river that was not on the map the day before yesterday? do you remember?"

So the voice of opposition immediately subsided, because indeed no one could refute this helpless fact.