Arcane Journey

Chapter 1 Deadly Hunter

He was a handsome elf man with lavender eyes and platinum hair.

In the dark and dark area, he folded his hands on his knees, curled up in a small iron cage, his dull and blurred eyes were full of despair of the unknown nightmare.

The drow wizard Qiao Nala pulled up her cloak to cover her nose and mouth, and walked among the cages. Her slender legs were clearly visible through the thin skirt with light steps.

She wore an elegant black gown, with tiny black pearls and delicate spider embroidery accentuating a tight, boldly cut bodice.

At this time, she was standing beside the handsome elf's cage, her crimson eyes wandering greedily on him.

"This is an elf from the High Forest, noble Lady Taxis."

A human trader with a big belly limped out from the depths of the long tent, wearing a thick wolf fur coat trimmed with fur and a pair of felt shoes.

The businessman walked up to the drow wizard, bowed humbly, pointed at the handsome elves surrounded by a gold-plated cane inlaid with amber gemstones in his hand, and emphasized: "The elves royal family from the surface world."

Jonara Taks heard that, a strange light flashed in her crimson eyes.

The drow have an extraordinary hatred for their surface kin, and it would be a great honor for her to offer such a rare sacrifice during the ceremony.

She considered it carefully for a moment, and finally moved her disappointed eyes away from the surface elves.

Although destroying a surface elf from the elf royal family would give her unimaginable pleasure, what Jonara needed was a deadly sacrifice.

He looks so weak.

She turned expectantly to the next cage, which contained a white-haired behemoth.

The marsh bear, a bear that inhabits the Underdark.

Their savage, cruel and obedient personalities, as well as their ancient enmity with the surface elves, make them the drow's most loyal servants.

However, the drow wizard's expression was unwavering, he just glanced at it and didn't bother to pay attention.

Because this kind of creature that she is all too familiar with cannot satisfy her special requirements at all.

She continued on to the next cage.

This is a strong and graceful dragon-like beast. It lay quietly in the cage, folded the blood-red dragon wings on its back, and stared coldly at everyone outside the cage with predatory eyes.

The scales of this dragon-like creature are dark black, and its body is about the size of an adult. However, unlike the typical dragons that generally have cat-like characteristics, this one shows the habits of wolves.

Its lower jaw is longer than that of ordinary dragons, and it is stronger and more powerful, indicating that its bite force is very strong. The thick and strong tail proves that this is an extremely important weapon when hunting.

However, compared with its body size, its wings are a little underdeveloped, and the drow wizard is even a little worried about whether it can fly.

"This is the crouching dragon beast, a terrible and ferocious sub-dragon." The human businessman walked over with a big belly and boasted:

"It is a deadly dragon hunter, proficient in the innate breath attack of dragon creatures, and the fangs contain deadly toxins. The most important thing is that the crouching dragon beast has a strong instinctive desire for human flesh .”

"Of course, its recipe also includes... drow." The human merchant said cautiously, lest he offend the distinguished guests.

Obviously, he also understands that he must always be cautious when greeting drow women with special identities.

Qiao Nala carefully looked at the Fulong Beast, and looked at the cold eyes burning with hunger, thirst and hatred. She nodded secretly in her heart, but when she thought of her long-planned plan, she immediately realized that this was not the ideal hunter. She snorted in disdain, and said with a sneer on her face:
"It can be seen that it has both wisdom and patience, but it is also very cunning, but it is a beast after all, its intelligence is quite limited, and it has inherited the greedy characteristics of dragons who like to gather treasures. This is the most fatal weakness, and it is impossible to fight. One of my people, a cunning drow wizard."

"Well... In this case, it will be a bit difficult. Noble lady, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to satisfy the goods you requested."

The human businessman flattered carefully, trying to quell her impending anger, "After all, how can these inferior races compare to the talent and strength of your noble drow race."

Joanara looked at the human businessman calmly with intriguing eyes.

Seeing that the drow wizard's beautiful face was gradually covered with ice and frost, his slightly flustered eyes suddenly lit up, as if thinking of something, he said quickly:

"How did I forget him, please wait a moment, I thought of a good hunter, maybe it can meet all your needs."

After speaking, he turned around and quickly disappeared into the depths of the tent.

After a while, the businessman appeared in the sight of the drow wizard.

Behind him were two burly and strong orc warriors.

Escorted by them in the middle was a young human man.

It could be vaguely seen that these two orc warriors with hideous faces and dark yellow fangs were deliberately keeping a certain distance from their captives.

A red tide of surprise flashed in the drow wizard's eyes which were gradually narrowing.

She carefully looked at the prisoner in front of her, trying to hide the satisfaction and approval in her eyes, because if she was too interested, the merchant would undoubtedly raise the price.

To be precise, the young captive was not human, but a half-breed elf.

This is a half-elf with messy black hair, wearing a dusty coat and a badly damaged black cloak. She is dressed in a simple adventurer's attire, but she faintly feels a kind of nobility and elf elegance exclusive to surface humans. .

The outline of his face is three-dimensional and deep, with sharp edges and corners, revealing the resolute lines like a knife and an axe, without losing the softness of the elves.

What really impressed the drow wizard was the half-elf's black eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to see through everything, and shone like obsidian stones in the Underdark.

What she saw in those eyes shocked her even more, because they were full of wisdom, composure and calmness that surprised her.

In order to confirm the thoughts in his heart, the drow wizard lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the half-elf captive.

As she expected, his wrists were crossed and bound together.

Wizards are very familiar with this binding method, because such precautions are only needed when dealing with spellcasters, lest the other party cast powerful magic through gestures and spells.

The drow wizard reached out a hand to caress his scarlet lips, preventing a smile from creeping up his lips.

"wizard?"

With a stern face on purpose, she turned to the human merchant, raising her eyebrows, which were as white as her hair, with a suspicious and questioning expression.

"A wizard."

The human merchant nodded affirmatively, and added in an uncertain tone, "To be precise, it should be a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr."

"Huh?" The drow wizard looked suspiciously at the businessman.

"I can assure you that he is a battle mage, my lord."

The businessman quickly explained, "As for whether it is a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr, I'm not sure."

"I don't care what surface kingdom he comes from, I just want to confirm whether he is a battle mage." The drow wizard looked at the half-elf prisoner with interest, and whispered, "Untie him, I want to try him s method."

As a drow elf, although she lives deep in the underground world, she also knows the surface kingdom above her city, living under the stars and sunlight.

The battle mages of Cormyr, the human kingdom, are well-known throughout the entire continent. They not only refine spells, but also delve into melee combat skills.

Moreover, among the battle mages of the royal family of Cormyr, there are also a large number of war shapers, who are proficient in shapeshifting and can transform into giant beasts on the battlefield, becoming cold and ruthless killing machines.

The drow's surface commandos are most afraid of the Battlemage Legion of the royal family of Cormyr.

"My dear lady, are you sure you want to do this?"

The human businessman said tentatively, "Although his magic is banned, his swordsmanship is not inferior to any martial arts master. Without the blessing of magic, he killed more than a dozen of my guards with just one sharp sword." , such a record, I'm afraid in "

"He doesn't have a sword." The drow wizard interrupted him in an unquestionable tone.

In fact, she has her own plans.

If the battle mage in front of her really dared to resist, she could take this opportunity to arrest him for assault.

That way, she can save a lot of money.

Similarly, if he can keep a calm head and not choose to resist, it means that this battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr is smart enough to complete her long-planned plan.

So, now she just wants to see if the other party is as powerful as the businessman boasted.

After all, what she needs is a deadly hunter who is cunning, quick-witted, and has enough understanding of magic.

Besides, she is also a wizard, and a powerful wizard.

She wasn't worried about the resistance of the captives at all. This was the confidence that Joanara from the Taks family had in her own strength.

The businessman shrugged helplessly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the magic rope binding the half-elf captive quickly disappeared.

The half-elf prisoner moved his fingers methodically, and the two orc guards beside him pulled away from him in panic.

The drow wizard naturally noticed these details, looking at the calm and calm captive, she couldn't help showing a rare smile.

She quickly pulled out a small glass vial of black venom from the hidden pocket of her cloak.

"Do as I say." The wizard showed it to the indifferent battle mage, while slowly making the casting gesture, he said a simple spell clearly.

Under the control of the wizard, a ball of venom the size of a grain of rice was splashed on the Ross skin on the ground, and the pungent toxin quickly corroded a large ball of scorched marks.

"Now it's your turn." The drow wizard ordered, throwing the casting material at the half-elf.

This is a simple trick she studied in her spare time. She was very curious about the power of this spell in the hands of a battle mage.

The half-elf looked at her indifferently, and he stood there, motionless like a stone sculpture cursed by a basilisk.

When the small bottle of spell-casting materials drawn in an arc was about to fall rapidly, a nearly invisible magical aura suddenly floated, wrapped the bottle, and suspended in mid-air trembling slightly.

Such an exquisite spell control ability, the drow wizard secretly rejoiced.

She has come into contact with many battle mages in the Kingdom of Cormyr, but she has never seen someone who can cast a simple transmutation spell so skillfully.

Slowly, carefully, the battle mage imitated the drow wizard's gestures and pronunciation.

A cloud of pungent venom the same size burst from the smooth, natural fingertips of the half-elf captive.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-curdling roar came from behind the mage.

The venom splashed on the palm of an orc guard holding a scimitar, like black ink spilled on a parchment scroll, starting from the orc's gray palm, and spreading to his entire arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft!"

The orc guard endured the bone-eroding pain, put the scimitar in his left hand, and cut off his right hand neatly, successfully stopping the spread of the toxin.

This battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr not only showed talent as a spellcaster, but also possessed a cunning and cold mind. The drow wizard Gorana smiled gloatingly.

Hoping that his other abilities were as good as his magical gifts, she looked greedily at the half-elf captive, her pretty face contorted with a smile.

"What's your name?" she asked curiously.

"Brian." The half-elf captive stared at her, his deep eyes surprisingly calm.

"very good."

The drow wizard didn't care about the half-elf's disrespectful gaze, because she suddenly realized that she actually enjoyed his gnashing of teeth at her but helpless expression.

"It's him." The drow wizard happily met the eyes of the battle mage and made his own choice.

(End of this chapter)