Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 307 Questioning
"Oh, mistress, let's tear them apart!" The spider elves kneeling at Verna's feet scraped the rocky ground with their claws, and thirty pairs of scarlet compound eyes flickered in the darkness. These half-human, half-spider monsters licked the gray dwarf blood between their fangs, and their limbs twitched slightly due to their bloodthirsty desire.

Verna's snake-headed whip came without warning, and the silver-scaled whip cut off the speaker's four legs on the left side. The broken limbs bounced on the stone slabs and rolled into the abyss, but the spider elf didn't even dare to cry out in pain - the drow nobles were best at using pain to teach their subordinates the art of silence.

Didn't you see she didn't say anything? What a tactless fool.

Although she was the eldest daughter of the third family in Menzoberranzan and possessed strength second only to the first three matrons, she was still unsure when facing this man.

"The eldest daughter of the third family in Menzoberranzan, the closest person to the position of a matron in the Underdark is Verna Nightblade." The Tome Dragon pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his fingertips, and the lenses reflected a cold light like ice crystals. "But the three-bead badge on your waist is not a holy object that ordinary priests can hold."

The drow's fingers twitched slightly. On her waist was indeed the dark emblem blessed by the goddess Ross, and only two of the three abyss pearls were glowing - it was with it that she had twisted the fatal dissociation technique just now. This discovery made Nemesis narrow his eyes: the drow who could be given a life-saving holy relic by the Spider Queen herself was probably far more than just an ordinary eldest daughter of a family.

Menzoberranzan is very powerful, and Ross's church dominates the entire Underdark. If this drow is killed, I'm afraid there will be waves of trouble.

"Get out of here now." Juancelong spat, looking impatient.

Verna breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party had no intention of offending the Night Blade Family. She had escaped today.

"Damned pretty boy. When I go back and report to the mistress, I will bring a more powerful army to razed this place to the ground next time! Then you can only kneel down at my feet and surrender, begging me to spare your life!"

When Verna bowed, her silver hair fell like a waterfall, perfectly hiding the venom in her eyes. When she returned to Menzoberranzan, she would beg the mistress to dispatch the Shadow Legion to pry off the scales of this scroll dragon piece by piece to decorate her altar, and make him kneel at her feet and beg her to reward him with a snake whip.
But just as she turned around, the thick purple mist was stirred by the corner of the dragon robe, and the air suddenly condensed into turbid syrup. The fluttering silver hair of the drow elf froze in mid-air when she turned around, and seven runes condensed from the gray mist quietly climbed up her spine - the seven-ring enchantment spell [Stagnation] was silently activated.

"Master?" The spider elves who were sensitive to magic noticed something unusual. They saw Verna's body seemed to be frozen in the air, and there was fear hidden in her eyes.

That's right, Nemesis regretted it. After thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't trust the greed of the drow. He didn't know what secrets the drow coveted about the mind sucker, but the other party actually sent a 19th-level priest to hunt it down. Who knows, they might send a legendary-level matron next time.

The prerequisite is that Verna goes back and tells him everything about him.

This is also the reason why he suddenly got angry.

The drow in Menzoberranzan are experts in infighting. Everyone is like a survivor in the dark forest, and they do not trust any of their own kind.

If there is no solid evidence that the force that the mind sucker has joined has an opponent that is stronger than one can imagine, those mistresses will never leave their families easily.

After all, no one was sure whether other families would take advantage of their absence to take action and swallow up the family forces left in the city of Mozoberranzan.

In this case, it would be more practical to prevent this drow from opening its mouth forever.

He prepared a six-ring curse [Endless Sleep] for this drow, and she would be in a vegetative state forever like the general of the Kurtaka Kingdom.

Doing so would also prevent the Night Blade family from having any means to remotely sense the death of a family member.

"Despicable monster! How dare you sneak attack your noble master!" The spider elves were furious when they found that they could not wake up their mistress. Thirty spider elves pierced the ground with their limbs and jumped into the air, intending to kill the insidious wizard. But as soon as they jumped up, the wizard's left fingertips drew a brilliant rainbow arc as the chanting ended. The seven-color magic glow condensed into a three-meter-long translucent longbow in his right hand. When the bowstring vibrated, it was not arrows that exploded, but colorful meteors that covered the sky.

Eighth-ring Shaping Spell——[Rainbow Bow].

Thousands of energy arrows fell with rainbow tails, and each one exploded into a three-foot-diameter colorful ripple when it touched the ground. The rock shells of the spider elves in the front row melted into magma in the red rain of arrows, the indigo light arrows nailed the second row of monsters in place and formed frost, and the golden light streams coiled around and tore apart the third batch of attackers like living snakes.

The spiders died in the first wave of impact, but thousands of energy arrows continued to bombard the same place, causing the entire cave to tremble.

When the last few clusters of green light faded, the hem of the scroll dragon was still gently floating in the smoke and dust. Thirty charred bodies were scattered in the bottomless pit, with only half-melted bones telling the riot of elemental power.

He raised his hand to straighten his crooked gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the drow elf who was trapped in place by the gray fog rune: "I wish you a good dream."

Nemesis first extracted all the memories from Verna's mind, who had lost the power to resist, and then sent her into a deep sleep in the demiplane. If this drow could not wake up by her own willpower, she would probably end up like the general, and eventually become a new undead creature after decades of shadow assimilation.

Nemesis' figure flashed and teleported back to the territory, and questioned O'Brien bluntly: "Why did those drow chase you and even send a level 19 priest Ross?"

"A level 19 priest?" Segna took a breath of cold air after hearing this. Fortunately, the scroll dragon came back, otherwise she might really be enslaved by the drow this time.

The black dragon felt a pang of fear at the thought of being chained, ridden like a pet, or even raped by male drow.

O'Brien was silent for a while and then said, "For the psychic slate."

"After the disappearance of the Orindor Mastermind, we harvested the brains of tens of thousands of goblins to breed mind flayer larvae and created a Mastermind larva."

"But because the goblin bloodline is too low-class, the quality of those mind flayer larvae is very poor, resulting in the main brain only having the power of a 20th-level psion."

"It was not at the legendary level and was completely powerless to protect us from the drow army. We were even captured alive by the enemy, and the drow used divine magic to detect the existence of the psychic slate."

Nemesis frowned, feeling something was wrong. "Even if they knew, so what? The drow are not a psychic race. Would they go to such great lengths just for some stone tablets that record psychic knowledge?"

"." O'Brien remained silent with an expressionless face.

Nemesis suddenly realized that this octopus head was actually hiding some important information on the stone tablet.

"Tell me clearly, what function does the stone slab have that makes them covet it so much? The importance the drow attach to you is beyond my expectation. I think it is necessary to re-evaluate whether it is a gain or a loss for me to keep you." Nemesis's psychic energy surged out, and his telekinesis surrounded O'Brien's body in the air, as if an invisible giant hand was strangling his neck.

(End of this chapter)