Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 478: No prize for being right, but punishment for being wrong!

Early morning, in front of the stream.

Galadriel, who looked haggard, knelt down and rinsed her mouth with clear water.

Lorne, who was standing behind, couldn't help but yawned:

"Not ready yet? You've been busy for half an hour."

"It's not because of you!"

Galadriel turned around and glared at the culprit behind her, her little face full of resentment.

"I couldn't sleep well all night, and my mouth was full of dirt!"

"You can't blame me for this. Who told you to mess up in the first place?"

Lorne showed no mercy and retorted plausibly,

"Little girl, I'm not a parent, so I have no obligation to pamper you. Since you want to be my guard, you must follow my rules from now on."

"What rules?"

"If you're right, there's no reward; if you're wrong, you'll be punished."

“…”

Galadriel was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at a certain future unscrupulous boss, and reminded her angrily,

"If you want me to fulfill my contract, at least help me rescue the person first, right?"

"I'm not going to take you there."

Lorne responded in a deep voice, and then a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"But to be safe, we need to make some preparations before we act."

"What?"

Just when Galadriel was at a loss, the familiar earthy smell hit her again.

After a moment, the elf girl who reacted looked at her mud-smeared cat face in the river, and couldn't help but glared angrily at the culprit behind her:

"Hey, what are you doing? I just finished washing!"

"Don't move, this is a disguise for you!"

Lorne stepped forward and patted away Galadriel's hand that was about to wipe her face, and explained angrily,

"We still don't know where your two maids are being held. The underground lairs of dark elves are usually more complicated to build. In order to prevent them from jumping over the wall and harming the hostages, our safest way is to hide their identities and sneak in first, and wait for confirmation We will take action after finding out the location of the hostages.”

"Is that so? It makes sense!"

Galadriel thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, amazed by the delicate thoughts of a certain future creditor.

Immediately, she looked at her embarrassed reflection in the river and suddenly realized:

"So, you are planning to dress me up as a prisoner so that I can find the place where they are being held!"

"That's right!"

Lorne nodded happily, pointed at the current Galadriel and commented,

"Look at you now, you look haggard and dusty, and your injuries are not all healed. Who wouldn't believe you if you say you are a captured prisoner?"

Hearing this, Galadriel nodded repeatedly, deeply impressed by her partner's foresight:

"No wonder you hung me up all night last night and didn't let me sleep. It turned out to be to create a feeling of haggard! What a thoughtful thought~!"

"Ahem, that's good if you know."

Lorne coughed dryly and replied, his eyes couldn't help but wander a little.

Okay, this one was an accident.

But at this moment, Galadriel, who had been completely deceived and lame, had long been convinced of the foresight of her partner, and continued to ask urgently:

"Is there anything else to do?"

"Clothes! The clothes you just changed into are a bit new!"

"Stab~"

In an instant, Galadriel, who transformed into an activist, tore a few slits in her new clothes, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

In order to act more realistically, the clean-loving elf princess even grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and wiped it on her body a few times.

Seeing that Galadriel's disguise was basically completed, Lorne immediately took out the Holy Grail from the magic circle, leaned over to hold a cup of stream water, turned it into mead, turned around and handed it over:

"Drink half of it."

"What to do?" Galadriel was a little curious.

"I'll give you road insurance."

After Galadriel obeyed her orders, Lorne picked up the Holy Grail and drank the other half of the mead in one gulp.

By coincidence, the position of his lower mouth happened to coincide with the lip print left by Galadriel.

Is this an indirect kiss?

The elf girl's eyes flickered while she was still in her youth, and her cheeks turned slightly red for no reason.

Just as she was lost in her reverie, several vines sprouted from the ground and tied her up tightly.

"Well, we're ready to go."

Lorne wiped it on his face, and his face rippled like water, transforming into the classic dark elf look with black skin and silver hair, and he raised his hand to hold the vine.

Galadriel, who was almost staggered, looked at herself who was tied into a rice dumpling, and then at the "dark elf" jailer with a malicious smile. Her face darkened, and the charm in her mind was gone. live.

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A few hours later, there was a forest with rotting branches and withered trees.

Several dark elves patrolling nearby noticed the movement not far away. Their eyes narrowed, and they immediately drew their weapons and shouted to the source of the sound vigilantly:

"Who? Come out!"

"It's me. I caught...the sacrifice that the goddess needs..."

Lorne, disguised as a dark elf, dragged Galadriel, who was tied up, and stumbled out of the bushes.

His face was pale, and there were bleeding wounds on his shoulders and chest. He was gasping for air every time he spoke. It was obvious that he was seriously injured during the pursuit.

Seeing the miserable appearance of their companions, the dark elves around them couldn't help but lower their guard and stepped forward to ask:

"Where are the others?"

"I ran into a patrol and all of them died. Fortunately...fortunately I ran fast and was able to bring them back alive."

Lorne imitated the habits and tone of the dark elf, and answered with fear on his face.

The dark elves did not doubt his presence and quickly led the wounded and captives into the cave.

After twists and turns, Lorne followed the dark elves through the complicated corridors and arrived at the dungeon where the sacrifices were kept.

In addition to the light elves, the mortal enemies of the dark elves, there are also other underground creatures such as gray dwarfs, dwarves, and warcraft.

But Galadriel did not find her two maids in the outer layer. They were probably imprisoned deeper.

Just as Lorne was about to take Galadriel to search further, two dark elf priestesses walking from the shadows blocked his way:

"You were the one who caught this sacrifice? You got lucky, come with us, the mistress wants to see you!"

Lorne was stunned, pointed at Galadriel beside him, and spoke hesitantly:

"But she..."

"Just leave it to someone else. Don't worry, your contribution is indispensable!"

The two dark elf priestesses continued to urge, a hint of impatience gradually rising on their faces.

The dark elves are a traditional matriarchal clan, and the priestesses who serve the spider goddess Lolth are the rulers, judges, law enforcement forces, and executioners in the dark elf society. These powerful priestesses are as cruel and capricious as their goddess.

It was a mercy for them to have the patience to communicate with a low-status male dark elf.

If the other party is still ignorant, they don't mind giving the other party a taste of pain.

Even if he is the person the mistress wants to see.

Sensing that the patience of the two dark elf priestesses was gradually running out, Lorne winked at Galadriel and then handed the vines to several dark elves who were leading the way.

"Okay, this woman is going to cause a lot of trouble." After receiving Lorn's secret signal, Galadriel did not take action. She continued to look depressed and followed several dark elf guards to the depths of the dungeon.

After seeing off Galadriel, Lorne followed the two dark elf priestesses with low eyebrows, all the way to a large and empty black building.

The entire building is made of obsidian and black marble. The stone walls are covered with various luxurious spider-style carvings. There is a large brazier in the hall. The beating flames reflect an altar carved from black stone, on which a half-human statue is enshrined. Half spider statue.

A temple to Lolth, the Spider Goddess?

Lorne was thoughtful and looked up at the graceful figure standing in front of the brazier and the statue.

She was a beautiful woman with skin like black jade, with long silvery hair that reached her ankles, and wore a loose black robe with dark red edges embroidered with spider patterns.

As she turned around, Lorne's charming and three-dimensional facial features came into view. Combined with her unique skin color and elf features, she exuded a different kind of charm.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the almost completely open robe on the front.

Well, rich and generous…

Lorne took a peek, then quickly lowered his head and asked respectfully:

"Mother, are you looking for me?"

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The silver-haired dark elf was slightly startled, and then a playful smile appeared on his charming face:

"Did you capture that elf?"

"It's a fluke. If it weren't for the protection of the goddess Rose, I almost died."

Lorne answered humbly, not forgetting to mention his identity and complimenting the mysterious spider goddess Rose.

The silver-haired dark elf covered her lips and chuckled, with a charming look in her beautiful eyes:

"You have done well to come back alive from the hands of those light elves and bring such precious sacrifices. It seems that I have to give you some rewards."

award?

Just when Lorne was a little confused, the silver-haired dark elf had already walked over, his robes swinging in the wind could barely cover his plump body, and his black jade-like plain hands gently pressed on his chest, with his fingertips separated. Draw circles on the fabric repeatedly.

Like a spider climbing up the web, teasing its prey.

Seeing the two big thunderbolts that almost hit the tip of his nose, and the desire and excitement on the face of the silver-haired dark elf, Lorne's eyelids twitched, and he immediately understood what this so-called "reward" was.

Realizing that something was wrong, he backed away and declined with a dry cough.

"Ahem, Mistress, my injury is not healed yet..."

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

However, before he could finish speaking, the silver-haired female elf smiled and spoke, using her bare hands to push him towards the round table in the corner of the temple.

Under Lorne's somewhat stunned gaze, a beautiful head hung down, and the pink tongue protruding from her lips licked the wounds on his arms and chest.

Suddenly, a pleasant numbing sensation came from the wound on Lorne's body.

It seemed that this silver-haired female elf was kindly healing him in this unique way.

However, when Lorne's eyes accidentally fell on the face of the half-human, half-spider statue in the hall, some inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to his heart.

Seems like, seen?

Suddenly, Lorne's eyelids twitched and he looked down at his chest.

At this moment, the beautiful head slowly lifted up, its pink tongue greedily tasting the fragrant smell of blood like fine wine, and its face was full of intoxication and excitement.

"Rose?"

Lorne asked tentatively, looking at the face that looked very similar to the spider statue, he felt a little annoyed.

"I was misled by the two priestesses just now. I thought you were the mistress of this group of dark elves."

"You captured the princess who has the supreme blood of the three light elves. She was able to escape from a patrol of light elves later. Such a great achievement certainly deserves my personal commendation."

The silver-haired and black-skinned female elf, or in other words, the spider goddess Rose, had a teasing smile on her face:

"I thought I just captured an elf princess, but I didn't expect that you are the biggest gain."

Realizing that his identity was exposed, Lorne immediately wanted to get up from the round table, but unexpectedly, a numbness spread throughout his chest and arms, making it difficult for him to move.

"Don't move, honey, you have been poisoned by me."

Rose proudly explained the reason and raised her hand to push the prey down again.

Lorne looked down and was shocked to find that the wound that Rose had licked had turned purple and black, with spiderweb-like purple-black lines spreading rapidly under the skin.

Apparently, after detecting the opponent's flaw through words, this cunning spider goddess secretly poisoned her in the name of "reward".

It wasn't until she took the situation completely into her own hands that she officially showed off her cards.

Seeing the spider goddess walking towards her with a slender waist, Lorne, who was slumped on the round table, seemed to have a premonition that he was in danger, his voice trembled, and there was a trace of panic on his face.

"You, you want to kill me?"

"No, no, that's such a waste. I have never tasted such delicious divine blood."

Rose shook her head, staring at the unexpected harvest in front of her with gleaming eyes, clasping her hands in front of her chest, excitedly praising,

"Thank you for the gift of nature, thank you for the **** of the Three Goddess Nolen, good luck has finally come to me! I have to make good use of such a great gift like you!"

"so…"

"I have decided to make you my new husband!"

Rose said her decision happily, then held up the cheek that revealed its true face after the illusion had failed, looked into the deep and beautiful purple eyes, and added word by word in a gentle and cruel tone,

"After I finish enjoying it, I will eat you up one bite at a time."

As the spider goddess worshiped by the dark elves, her image highly overlaps with that of a certain kind of spider called the black widow.

This kind of spider is not only highly venomous, but also has a unique habit: they often kill the male during the mating process and eat part or all of his body to convert it into the energy and nutrients they need.

But because he is a powerful evil god, there are only a few males that Rose can like.

In addition, she has been hunted by the Asa Protoss, so she has to hide underground in the dark, and naturally has no chance to find a suitable target to eat.

It was rare for a prey to come to her door on her own initiative, and it happened to meet her need for a male. If she didn't squeeze this little cutie dry and then eat it all up, she would be sorry for those sons of **** like the three goddesses Nolen.

While thinking, Rose smelled the intoxicating fragrance in the prey's blood, and couldn't help but stretch out her pink tongue and lick all the way down from the beautiful cheek.

After holding it in for so many years, she couldn't wait any longer.

"Tear~!"

At the same time, a low sound of tearing cloth resounded in the temple, and the loose black robe with dark red edges was torn apart. A monster with a silver-haired black-skinned beauty on its upper body and a **** spider on its lower body appeared in the firelight. Reveals complete outline.

Just as Rose, who had entered a state of excitement, was about to perform some physical and mental exercises with her perfect posture, the male who was paralyzed on the round table jumped up as if his **** was on fire, hugged his half-naked chest with both hands, and retracted into the temple. In the shadow, grief and anger accuse:

"You've gone too far!"

Rose was stunned for a moment, her face full of astonishment:

"Aren't you poisoned?"

"The poisoning can be cured."

Lorne snapped his fingers, and the [Fire] power that purified negativity and poison ignited on his body, burning away the last wisp of purple-black poisonous mist.

At the same time, he looked playfully at the nearly five-meter-tall half-human, half-spider goddess in front of him, and said with a smile:

"However, you seem to have been poisoned too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roston felt his body go limp, and the three pairs of spider legs fell to the ground uncontrollably. The scene in front of him spun around, and the thoughts in his mind turned into a mess:

"Poison...when did you inject...poison?"

"You dare to drink my blood indiscriminately, do you think it's for free?"

Lorne flicked his healed wound, then drew out the flaming magic sword, with a sinister smile on his face.

"By the way, what did you want me to do just now?"

(End of chapter)