I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 184 Understand
Even among the many evil kingdoms, the laws of the Drow are among the most bizarre.

Fairness is completely disregarded here; the law of the jungle is the bottom line that everyone abides by. As long as you can wipe out the entire enemy family before the end of the day, even if everyone knows who did it, you can still successfully rise to power and overthrow the superior.

However, the rules of the Drow do not completely follow the law of the jungle. Because their chief goddess, Lolth, favors women, all priests are women. Even if they are as stupid as pigs, as long as their perception allows, they can study at the priest academy. Even if they have no talent, they can become priests and enjoy the privileges of professionals.

Even the positions in bed are strictly regulated. Women must be on top. If someone dares to pin a woman down, it is a great transgression. Even if the female pastors allow it in private, if they dare to do it publicly or talk about it outside, they will be whipped to death and will be sent to the front row in battle.

All it takes is prayer and winning Lolth's favor to gain powerful divine magic. In addition, the chief god's clear favoritism grants female drows many noble privileges. Male drow commoners are completely subservient and playthings who can be manipulated at will, while noble males who do not have the talent of a professional will become sacrifices in sacrificial rituals, because there is a third male of the drow noble lineage.

There are only so many slots available. If you're not good enough, then hurry up and die so as not to waste your spot.

If this is the case for noblemen who have a high chance of becoming professionals, then life is even more difficult for commoner men. They can only work hard to train themselves in the hope of becoming warriors in order to escape their lowly status and be accepted by noble families, becoming family warriors. If they are strong enough, they may even become martial arts masters or servants, at which point they will have the right to say no to women and only need to focus on pleasing the mistress.

If they are treated so harshly and humiliated in life, then the status of Drow men on the battlefield is even more questionable.

Before the matriarch ordered a retreat, any warrior who dared to flee would face certain death, and if any priest died, all warriors would be forced to commit suicide. All they could do was kill all the enemies first, so that those madwomen would not stop going crazy.

As was the case before, this special mission will naturally be the same. Even if the mission fails and no one is captured, as long as the retreat is successful, only some unlucky guys will die. Those who survive will continue with their lives as usual, only with a new batch of treacherous comrades vying for their favor.

Now that the eldest daughter is clearly beyond saving, even if they successfully take away the fairy princess, their merits and demerits will be hard to outweigh their merits!
Not to mention that the wretched swordsman's song hadn't stopped yet, and they hadn't captured the fairy princess.
The situation suddenly changed, and even the mage who was supposed to be an advisor could not be seen. The drow warriors, who were originally in a state of excitement during the siege, began to have distracting thoughts. In the midst of life and death, a drow had his wrist severed by a sun elf, and the scream brought everyone back to reality.

This war can no longer be fought.

"Run, Master of Martial Arts!" a Drow warrior shouted to the person who was probably the highest-ranking at the moment. "So many brothers have already died. It's obvious that the clan misjudged the difficulty of this mission. If we die here too, it will be a further loss to the clan!"

Upon hearing this, the martial arts master was also brought back to reality. Looking at the tenacious martial artist in front of him, who was covered in wounds but still relentlessly attacking, he knew that this was not the time to entangle them.

If the morale at the front is still high, he can definitely kill this guy after probing for another two or three minutes, and then turn around and capture the mission target alive.

But morale had collapsed by then, not to mention that he hadn't planned for these unnecessary wastes.

We can only hope that the matriarch of the family can be more rational, otherwise going back will be no different from sending herself to her death.

He lashed out with his long whip, knocking the boy back. The whip spun and snatched the head of the Drow priestess. Dupont continued his pursuit relentlessly, but he couldn't keep up with her pace. After reloading and missing his shot, he stopped chasing and instead looked at the strange bloodstains at his feet.

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Without hesitation, DuPont fired a bullet five meters in front of him. Just then, a fireball exploded right in front of him. Before the mage, who had emerged from stealth, could drink another healing potion, the guy, whose hair was singed and whose robes were burned to ashes, attacked again with his sword.

How come this guy is so lucky?
The drow mage tried to parry with his staff, but he clearly overestimated his close combat skills. Before he could even make a blocking motion, his abdomen was pierced through.

The medicine can only treat external injuries. Where can it treat injuries like his fractures and internal organ damage?

Even a strike from a finely crafted weapon would be fatal, let alone a strangely bent, flame-shaped greatsword. The drow mage's eyes bulged, as if he wanted to say something, but Dupont gave him no chance. With a kick and a backhand strike, he cleaved the mage and his robe in two at the waist, leaving a deep gash on his staff.

Although DuPont had already seen that the robe was very valuable, under the shadow of death, how could he possibly go easy on him?
Picking up the mage's spatial pouch, DuPont looked towards the female elves and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that there were no more enemies there. He walked towards the corpse of the drow priest, but before he reached halfway, his Berserk mode had used up all its time. DuPont's figure suddenly seemed to shrink, and he almost lost his balance and couldn't stand up.

Although the venomous snakes from his three-headed serpent whips failed to even pierce his skin after he went berserk, the crossbow bolts from the drow assassins earlier were no pushovers.

Although it did not cause a penetrating wound, it successfully pierced his skin. Fortunately, DuPont's constitution was so strong that few of his wounds were effective.

Whether it was the intense battle that accelerated the toxin's effects or his severe blood loss, DuPont felt much weaker than before.

After drinking a bottle of healing potion to regain his strength, DuPont took out his medical staff and cast two minor restoration spells on himself before feeling some strength return. Using the staff as a crutch, DuPont limped to the female priest, casting several healing spells on himself along the way.

This bard level upgrade wasn't a complete waste; it saved me money on a few potions.
DuPont ripped off the priestess's spatial bag and tied it to his waist, but he didn't even have the strength to take off his chainmail. He lay down on the blood-splattered grass, panting heavily. After a long while, he tried to stand up unsteadily, but his body felt light, and he was helped up by the people next to him.

It was the figure of a female druid.

"It's alright now." Morning Star frowned as she looked at the horrific battlefield, summoning healing energy to soothe DuPont's wounds. "These guys are really audacious, daring to cause trouble even in Lavoisier's territory."

The power of the divine magic relaxed DuPont's body and mind. With reinforcements arriving, he was no longer afraid even if the Drow came back: "How are they doing over there?"

"One of the guards wasn't in good condition. Although he was saved, we don't know if he'll suffer any lasting health problems. If he's unlucky, he might have to retire."

As Chenxing spoke, she felt a slump in her shoulder; DuPont had lost all strength and fallen into a deep sleep.

"This guy is really..." Morning Star shook his head and looked in the direction of the teleportation portal: "He's just messing around."

In the forest, the makeshift teleportation array erected by the dark elves was now littered with corpses. Wildstone, whistling, desperately charged forward and slaughtered the drow warriors one by one. Those drow warriors who tried to escape were all turned into charred remains, darker than their own skin.

"Ah, prey that can fight back is still the most exciting." The Butcher of Northwest Academy laughed heartily as he cleaved the drow in two. Once none of them were still standing, he patted his weapon with satisfaction and looked at the man standing at the portal: "This drow family is a bit weak. They don't even have anyone who can fight back. They're probably just a cannon fodder family. Is there any point in keeping that guy alive?"

“Someone has to go back and report.” Lavoisier crouched down, patted the drow captain who had retreated earlier and was now lying on the ground fighting non-stop, and with a flick of his finger, the leather whip that was still wrapped around the priest’s head left the stiff palm and came to the drow.

"Alright, lift your head and stop kneeling. Didn't I say I spared your life? Why are you still so spineless?"

Captain Nazor tried to stand up after hearing this, but he failed twice in such a simple action. His body, which was swaying like a sieve, was now completely powerless.

"Fine, whatever. Take this head back and tell your city's chief mistress that, considering it's our first meeting, she only needs to behead all the members of that family who dared to offend me, except for your Drow, regardless of gender, and send their heads, along with my apprentice's 100,000 gold coins as nutritional expenses, to me, and that will settle the matter."

“If I don’t receive it by the end of this month, I will personally go to her to demand it. Every penny missing means a drow will die. If your city doesn’t have enough population, I will go to other cities and continue killing until all the money in the account is paid off.”

"Of course, you can also have her pray for the descent of Rose, after all, I still have to give face to the true god. But I'm also very curious to know which thing is simpler, and I hope she can figure it out soon."

(End of this chapter)