When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

For most species living in the ground, the Underdark is not completely dark. The talent allows them to gain the ability to see things in the dark. Most people call it "Night Spectrum Vision".Under this kind of vision, the temperature of an object determines its color, body temperature, heartbeat, breathing, and even fluctuations in magic will fill the field of vision with bright colors.

However, this ability also fundamentally changed the habits of the underground creatures.They are no longer innocent and reckless like surface creatures, but become more secretive and elusive.Any creature born underground has strange characteristics. They either change their appearance, or increase certain talents, or use unparalleled strength to protect themselves.Literally, every creature in the Underdark is simultaneously a cunning hider and a dangerous predator.

Sarn spent 30 years in this kind of underground. He led the team to travel all over the area around the city of Bramodia, scouting out the enemy's situation, destroying the ferocious beasts that crossed the border, and occasionally serving as a bridge between two dark elf cities. Messenger, delivering the most secret messages.In this world full of dangers and unknowns, he devotes himself to protecting himself with all his strength every day.But he wasn't doing badly, at least there were no daggers coming from behind, and no compatriots he had to kill himself.

Leaping off the back of the lizard, Sarn briskly walked towards the residence of the Thorin family, but within a few steps, a beautifully carved coat of arms came into his eyes. It was a warrior of the fourth family... Hesitating, he hid.

"Where is the youngest son of the Thorlins?"

"Going to inspect, routine inspections every day."

"Go and find him. The Thorin family is destroyed, and anyone who brings back his head will be reused by the family."

The soldiers who had been with Sarn for 30 years all showed excited expressions, as if their former captains and loyal nobles had turned into a pile of gold coins.

oh.Sarn sighed softly in his heart.This is the end, the fourth family still won the finale.Without making any sound, he disappeared into the tunnel like a ghost.

The civil war in Bramodia City has been stagnant for 300 years, but no one will forget the iron rule of the Spider Queen, "There is no crime without witnesses". The cruel and hypocritical justice made Sarn face the choice again, or be hunted down by his tribe to death , or flee into the Underdark alone—the Underdark that is extremely dangerous and terrifying to a dark elf who is alone.

Sarn chose the latter.Dark cloaks, enchanted daggers, and magic armor are all he has.

The patrol team should have been his most comfortable home. In the days when he avoided the Dreadclaw, the cave crab and the basilisk, sometimes Sarn would miss it silently.For him, loneliness is more of an existence than fear.Year after year, in that boundless underground world, he groped his way forward, spying on all observable creatures around him.He even followed a subterranean gnome mining team for half a year, learned their language, and even had some success in finding mineral deposits.But in the end, what greeted him was still a locked door.

In the near-desperate solitude, Sarn resumed his meditation.Childhood times replay in my mind time and time again.The academy that swallowed all his innocence, curiosity, and ideals, the family that made him despair of trust and affection, that terrifying dark elf society that corrupted him and seduced him all the time.He missed his hometown over and over again, using fear and loathing to resist loneliness.Time has lost its meaning, he is just waiting for the madness to come.Until one day, a crypt appeared in front of him.

In the crypt, lay the skeleton of a creature.Not a dark elf, nor a dwarf or a gnome, the skeleton was much taller, wrapped in a black robe.Sarn suddenly understood that this was a dead human being.He couldn't understand why humans came to the Underdark, but he didn't let it go.After sweeping, a woolen map appeared in front of him.Not huge, not exhaustive, just a sketch.But the destination of this picture is the legendary surface.

On the surface, the legendary world is full of evil and disasters. The fireball in the sky will blind his eyes, burn his soul, and make him vulnerable.Creatures living on the surface are evil and insidious, no species will have a good impression of the dark elves, and there are cruel surface elves... Sarn is familiar with these teachings, but in the scenes of betrayal and deception in the city of Bramodia In the book, he was acutely aware of the most terrifying fact in the world of dark elves: if everyone is untrustworthy, then any knowledge he has learned, any education from instructors, priests, and women in the family must also be untrustworthy.

And... He turned around and looked outside the cave, where there was boundless darkness.Does this cruel underground world welcome the existence of drow?

Could it be worse... Sann laughed, for the first time since fleeing, laughing out loud.

Three months later, holding the map tightly, Sarn got out of the small cave and stood in the soil on the surface.

This world is very strange, there is no sheltered rock, looking up, there is a silver-white sphere that is as dazzling as a magic torch hanging in a very high and far place.Of course Sarn knew that it was the moon, he just didn't expect this guy to be so bright.

The breeze blows through the whole body, and there are all kinds of indescribable smells in the air, which are a little sweet.There are also those sounds, which never stop.It was amazingly bright here, without the prudence and secrets of the underground, a furry animal ran past his feet swaggeringly, it was terribly stupid, as if it could grab its long ears just by stretching out your hand.

It's weird here, but let him relax.Sarn shuddered. For the fugitives, this was not a good sign.But this relaxation was completely shattered when the sphere called the sun rose.Tharn was painfully aware that, at least on this point, his countrymen had not deceived him.His clothes and magic equipment from head to toe were festering and melting, his eyes were filled with tears, and his skin was burning and painful.He stumbled back to the cave, licking his wounds in the dark.

It took him a whole month to return to the surface again.It took him a whole ten years to get familiar with this surface world.

During the ten years, Sann traveled to many places and learned many languages.As he had been taught, no race welcomed the presence of dark elves.But contrary to his familiar knowledge, this refusal was only because the most evil and terrifying person was the dark elf himself.After realizing this fact, Sarn miraculously felt relieved. The fear of others gave him more opportunities to use his skills and made him safer.

Of course, this is not to say that the surface of the surface is all kind and beautiful. On the contrary, the surface of the surface is full of conflicts, crimes, and tricks just like the underground, but these things on the surface are really simple to a dark elf.Especially after he settled in Sanjiang City, his sense of satisfaction with life reached its peak. Here, he didn't even need a knife to make most of the creatures who saw him tremble, wishing to escape quickly.The only thing you need to pay attention to is not to get into trouble, such as those crazy mages or surface elves.

This comfort paralyzed his mind and made him relax his vigilance.So when the boat capsized in the gutter again, Sann could hardly describe his regret.It was all over, and he actually became the servant of a black-robed mage.This black robe, which can read minds, detain other creatures, and looks very like a woman, has almost recreated all his nightmares.

But strangely, the longer we get along, the more something in Sann's heart is ready to move. The black robe subverted everything he once believed in in an unprecedented way, and touched the things in his heart that he didn't want to think about anymore.He gave up sleeping and started meditating again, but what he wanted to resist this time was obviously not loneliness or fear.

"Careful."

A voice interrupted his thoughts, and Sarn slowly opened his eyes.

"It's time for us to set off."

The gorgeous black robe shone in the moonlight, the red patterns were noble and elegant, but the waist in the toga was slender, and the breeze blew by, making his sleeves flutter with the wind, as if he was about to perform levitation The technique rose from the ground.

Sarn showed a smile, not so smooth and exaggerated, a very small smile.

"Of order. Master Hong Ming."