I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 136 Rose's Transformer, Spider Elf (4k)

Oliver hurried along, stepping on the slippery moss, to catch up with Green's dragon body. He saw her sniffing at the marks on the stone wall, trying to find her way forward.

"Your Highness Grin, the Underdark is ultimately far too dangerous. Was this campaign against the drow elves' temporary lair too impulsive?"

"Wouldn't it be safer to wait until Prince Puse and the Great Sage Cedric arrive and join us before launching the attack?"

He lowered his eyes, his tone respectfully deliberating, and glanced at the tense profiles of the knights behind him before adding another sentence.

"Your Highness, your greatness needs no further explanation, but my knightly order has lost more than half of its fighting strength. If an unexpected event occurs, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to share your burden."

"With the protection of His Highness Puse and the Great Sage Cedric, the safety of the captives can be ensured, and the rescue will be a sure success."

Green abruptly stopped his dragon body, his vertical pupils sweeping diagonally at Oliver, the scorching breath from his dragon nostrils almost scorching Oliver's sideburns.

"Is it safer?" she explained, suppressing her annoyance. "Wait for that lazy dragon, Pusena, to slowly fly over?"

Oliver paused, about to speak, but was interrupted by Green's cold voice: "Or do you still think Cedric is still in Starfall City?"

"He went with Karen to fight the Black Dragon a long time ago; he probably hasn't even reached the borders of Starshine City yet!"

"By the time they arrive, the Drow will either have moved their people into the Darklands, or they'll have already wiped them out. We won't even find a trace of them then, let alone be able to rescue them."

She raised her dragon claw, pointing towards the darker depths of the cave ahead, "This prince has already investigated everything. They are nothing but hastily deployed rabble and a few spiderweb traps. How could they possibly be a match for a golden dragon?"

"This battle was won by me, Green. It was Golden Dragon Green who saved the people of Starshine. It had absolutely nothing to do with Puse!"

Green flicked his tail and strode forward, tossing out a command: "Enough talk, follow me!"

"If you dare mention that wretched blue dragon again, I'll throw you here to feed the demons!"

Deep within the cave, in their cages, the smell of mildew mingled with the stench of blood, enveloping every captured Levi and Long-eared tribesman.

Linor held her daughter Amy tightly in her arms, stroking the child's face repeatedly with her palm.

"Don't be afraid, Amy, Mommy's here. Someone will come to rescue us soon."

Amy buried her face in the crook of her neck, her little body trembling violently, her sobs faint.

"Mother, they're so fierce—will we be caught and eaten?"

The girl lacked courage, timidly nestled in Linor's arms. It seemed she truly lacked the essential courage to become a knight.

The desire to become a knight was merely a childhood aspiration and a dream yet to blossom.

Linor bit her lip and pulled her daughter closer to her, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the drow elf guarding outside the cage, who was looking at them sideways.

His gaze was filled with deep disdain.

"A bunch of lowly long-eared scum, do they dare call themselves elven blood?"

A drow kicked the iron bars of the cage, the clanging of metal startling the child inside, who cried out, but then laughed even more maliciously.

"Skin as white as maggot's corpse fat, ears as pointed as a wild rabbit—and she dares to associate with the elves? She's nothing but a lowly bastard from the surface world!"

Another drow leaned against the stone wall, toying with a poisoned dagger, his breath full of disdain.

"How could pure-blooded elves be like this, cowardly and filthy, weak and powerless?"

"We would find you disgusting even if you were captured and made into slaves. You are only fit to work as miners and do hard labor. You will never set foot on the surface of the earth again, even if you live to die."

A barrage of foul language rained down on her. Linor lowered her eyes, her fingers gripping the iron bars of the cage tightly.

She dared not look up, dared not refute, and could only press Amy's head to her chest, cover the child's ears, and let those contemptuous gazes fall on her.

But a sense of resentment surged within him. What had the long-eared tribe done to you?

Just because his bloodline isn't pure enough, does that mean he has to be insulted and belittled by these dark-skinned elves?

Aren't you also a sub-race?

Pshaw, they just look down on the Long-Eared Clan because they have a purer bloodline and are stronger than us.

But how could that dark, inky complexion compare to the snow-white, lustrous skin of the Long-Eared Tribe?

If we were stronger, possessing a life form and talents like elves.

We are now closer to orthodoxy!

White is closer to the true appearance of elves, the color of sunlight bathing the earth, rather than the gloomy color of darkness.

Of course, she dared not say these words aloud, and could only grit her teeth and endure it, but the fear in her heart rose higher and higher like a tide.

Zhuo'er's words were like a thorn, piercing deep into the place she feared most.

If you are truly taken to the Underdark and become their slave, you will probably never see the sunlight on the surface of the earth again in your life.

I can no longer touch the grass in the forest, no longer hear the birds singing in the branches, and never return to the home of starlight.

Amy will grow up in this dark and gloomy place, driven like livestock until she dies with her last breath.

The thought made Linor's heart clench. She hugged Amy tightly, resting her chin on the top of the child's head, her eyes stinging, but she dared not shed a tear.

She is the child's only support; she cannot be afraid, she cannot collapse.

Even if there's only a sliver of hope, she'll wait, waiting for someone to break open this cage and bring them back to the light.

The drow outside the cage was still cursing and kicking the iron bars. Linor closed her eyes and held her daughter even tighter.

"Someone will come, they definitely will."

The shouts and curses outside the cage never stopped. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from deep within the cave, and several drow elves immediately bowed.

"Greetings, Lady Daphne!"

Linor's heart sank. She looked up and saw a drow elf slowly appear. His purple eyes were cold and his temples were adorned with dark crystal ornaments. He was obviously of higher status among the drow.

The spider-patterned black armor was tailored to fit her body perfectly, barely covering her curvaceous and alluring figure, with the tight plates outlining her slender yet powerful waist.

The openwork design on the sides accentuates the slender waistline, while below it lies a pert, shapely bottom.

A few strands of hair fell to the side of her neck, making her dark purple skin appear even more radiant, contrasting with her fiery figure and creating a dangerous yet alluring allure.

I'm wearing it, but it feels like I'm not wearing anything at all.

She swept her gaze over the trembling humans and long-eared people in the cages, her voice soft and seductive: "Transfer these lowly creatures to the upper, deeper prisons."

"We don't need to wait for the main force to regroup before escorting them to Menzoberranzan."

These words struck Linor's heart like a boulder, and as the pain deepened, even the slightest hope of escape vanished!

In one corner of the cage, a long-eared knight wearing tattered light armor clenched his fist tightly.

He was originally a forest ranger in the western woodlands. When he was kidnapped, he fought desperately but was outnumbered and even taken prisoner.

Seeing that hope was fading, he seized the opportunity when the drow guards opened the cage, shoved aside the drow beside him, and charged at the drow elf noble!

"Don't even think about harming my people!"

The long-eared knight moved quickly and ruthlessly, but ultimately, due to being imprisoned for days and lacking strength, she was kicked to the ground by the guard beside her.

The guard pressed his poisoned dagger against his neck and ground it down hard, drawing blood.

Even though his back was being kicked so hard it hurt, he refused to move an inch and stubbornly held on for several breaths.

"You ignorant fool." Daphne looked down at him, her cold smile sweeping over the cage full of people.

"If you don't want to die, then follow us obediently. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed on the spot."

She stepped on the long-eared knight's hand, listening to the cracking sound of bones breaking, her tone growing increasingly sinister.

"Don't be delusional that someone will come to save you; the idiots on the surface are too busy taking care of themselves."

"This dark place will be your eternal domain; no one will come, and no one dares to come!"

The people in the cage were instantly plunged into despair.

Just then, a scorching golden light suddenly pierced the darkness of the cave.

A deafening dragon roar echoed through the passage, and scorching waves carrying the intense heat of the dragon's breath instantly melted away the surrounding spider silk!

"No one's coming to the rescue?"

Green's massive golden dragon body slowly rolled in from the entrance of the passage, its golden scales gleaming brightly in the dim light, its vertical pupils coldly locking onto Daphne.

"You're right, nobody's saving them."

She spread her dragon wings, her tone filled with an arrogant disdain for the world, and said, word by word, "Only the dragon can save us."

Grimm's scorching dragon breath surged in his throat, and he questioned with intimidating pressure: "How dare you, mere ants of darkness, harm the people of the Golden Dragon Grimm?"

"This land of starlight, is it up to you bunch of scum to plunder at will?"

Daphne paused slightly, a flash of shock crossing her purple eyes. She clearly hadn't expected a golden dragon to suddenly appear in the upper reaches of this dark region.

But the fear dissipated in an instant, and a cold and arrogant smile curled at the corner of her lips, showing no fear whatsoever.

She had witnessed too much fighting and plundering in the Underdark, and in order to improve her status, she seized the resources of Menzoberranzan.

Whether it was the strange beasts and races underground, or even rival families who were also Drow, they all became targets of her slaughter and killing.

The blood on her hands was countless.

It's just a golden dragon, what's there to be afraid of?

"Golden Dragon?" Daphne's voice remained gentle and alluring. "It's quite strange that such a kind soul as you would intrude into this dark place."

"But do you really think you can interfere in the affairs of my drow elves with just a golden dragon?"

Even if we kill this golden dragon, so what? How could the chaotic and disorderly Dark Land allow the benevolent dragons of the good camp to freely break in and seek revenge?

If someone dares to come despite the danger, the matchmaking system will match them with an equally matched opponent.

Moreover, she was a drow serving the Spider Queen Lolth, and thus had the Spider Queen's divine blessing.

Drow elves are never pushovers!

Green saw that the ruthlessness and stubbornness in Daphne's eyes had not diminished at all, and the cold light in her dragon eyes had intensified.

She had long anticipated that these things in the shadows would be impervious to reason.

His appearance to establish authority and his questioning were meant to make the Starshine citizens in the cage see clearly that it was the Golden Dragon Green who came to save them, and to imprint this name into everyone's heart.

Otherwise, if he saved these people and then heard Praise Poseidon's words again, Green would really be depressed to death.

Now that the people of Starshine realized who had saved them, they stopped wasting words.

Green let out a deep roar, and a scorching golden light instantly condensed between his teeth.

Before the beautiful drow elf could speak again, the dragon's breath burst forth like a torrent of molten gold!

The flames, wreathed in scorching heat, hurtled towards the drow elves ahead. The moss on the cave walls ignited upon contact with the fire, and the rubble crackled and exploded in the heatwave.

The arrogant Drow guards, who had been so cocky just moments before, didn't even have time to scream before being licked by dragon flames and instantly turned into charred afterimages.

Daphne realized something was wrong and quickly retreated, a hint of fear flashing in her purple eyes. She raised her hand and summoned several spider silk barriers to block in front of her.

But the dragon's breath was not something a spider silk could withstand. The barrier melted instantly upon touching the flames, and the scorching heat made her hair fly wildly.

Green gave her no chance to catch her breath, and his massive dragon body charged forward.

The dragon's claws, carrying immense force, slammed into the drow guards on either side. The sounds of bones cracking echoed as they crashed into the stone wall, turning into a bloody pulp.

With a flap of her dragon wings, a powerful wind swept up the sparks, shattering all the spider web traps in the cave, and her golden scales shimmered in the firelight.

Every tail swing and every claw raise carries an overwhelming force, specifically targeting the drow's formation for a fierce charge.

Seeing that Green had already started fighting, Oliver immediately drew his sword and shouted, "Knights, charge! Protect Prince Green and slay the drow!"

Twenty knights responded and charged forward.

The faint light of the illumination spell reflected the gleaming sword blade, and with the help of Grimm's attack, it rushed straight towards the drow who had not yet been affected by the dragon flames.

With each slash of his sword, he targeted the Drow crossbowmen, clearing the flanks of Grimm.

Inside the cage, Linor tightly covered Amy's eyes, but Amy couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

As they watched the golden dragon's body sweep through the darkness with unstoppable force, all the despair in their hearts vanished, replaced by a faint hope.

They were truly saved; it was Prince Golden Dragon Green who saved them.

Daphne was forced to retreat repeatedly by Green's offensive, and the arrogance in her purple eyes finally faded, replaced by solemnity.

She hadn't expected the golden dragon's attack to be so swift.

Daphne's purple eyes churned with a fierce crimson light as she was forced into a corner of the cave by Green's offensive.

With nowhere left to retreat, she suddenly tilted her head back and let out a sharp screech, and a thick purplish-black poisonous mist instantly rose around her.

The divine grace of Lolth, the Spider Queen, surged within her, and her alluring body began to twist and mutate.

Dark purple lines appeared on her smooth skin as it cracked, and eight jet-black spider legs covered in hard armor suddenly emerged from her lower back, making her originally delicate face appear elongated.

Those alluring purple eyes transformed into ugly compound eyes, exuding an inhuman chill; the beautiful Drow noblewoman instantly became a half-human, half-spider monster.

Spider-like spirit!!

A powerful creation of the gods, with the upper body of an elf and the lower body of a spider.

They were tireless flingers; their howls were the only thing that gave meaning to their lives.

A mutated drow, a spider-like spirit.

Lolth, the Spider Queen, summoned the Drow, a creature of great potential, to the Abyss of the Bowweb to test its loyalty and strength.

Those who pass the test receive the favor of the Spider Queen and become priestesses and mothers of the drow elves, while those who fail are transformed into spider elves.

This is a terrifying hybrid of a drow and a giant spider, a living symbol of Lolth's divine power.

Only drow elves can be transformed into spider elves, and only Lolth possesses this terrifying ability.

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