wavenovel Chapter 125 Drow
Chapter 125 Drow
The green lanterns moved toward the crack's exit, and once they stepped into the sunlight, it became clear that they weren't lanterns at all, but rather enormous eyes.
The owner of these eyes is a monster with huge venomous fangs, a body covered in a black hard shell, and eight long legs as sharp as spears—a giant spider.
On the abdomens of these spiders, which are nearly 2.5 meters long and have a leg span of over 5 meters, a prominent hourglass pattern can be seen—the mark of Lolth, the Spider Queen of the Abyss. And the figures draped in black robes are, without a doubt, the drow elves from the Underdark.
Living underground for so long, their eyes and skin are not adapted to strong light, so they are covered in cloaks. After the giant spider crawls out of the crack in the ground, they leap onto its back and nimbly move between the rugged hills.
As followers of the Spider Queen of the Abyss, almost all Lolth priestesses possess some spells derived from spiders, trickery, and even a small number from the realm of fate.
A slender magical light extended from the hand of one of the drow elves, like an invisible spider silk, guiding her in the direction she was heading.
The giant spider runs incredibly fast, almost as fast as a galloping horse, yet it is even more agile.
The low hills were left behind by the Drow elves, and large swathes of green crops began to appear on the hilltops ahead.
As creatures that live in the dark underworld year-round, their staple food is usually various monster meats and mushrooms that can grow without sunlight or with only dim light, so they don't recognize these corn and potatoes.
Even if they knew each other, they probably wouldn't care. They drove the giant spider straight over it, leaving long, narrow tracks in the field.
A wild boar-man working in the field saw this and was immediately enraged.
Among the many evil creatures under Thor's command, the boarman is probably the one who has the most affection for these crops and works the hardest.
After all, compared to carnivores, wild boar people are more omnivorous or vegetarian. These delicious corn and potatoes are rare delicacies in their eyes, and they look forward to having a big meal after the harvest.
However, now, some creature dares to destroy the corn that is about to ripen, which will undoubtedly make all their efforts over the past three months go to waste. How can they not be furious?
"Damn black-skinned rats, how dare you destroy the Great Dragon Lord's crops! You're tired of living!"
The sudden sound caught the attention of the drow elves. They glanced to the side and saw a humanoid boar, over two meters tall, with a brownish-yellow hide covered in bristles, baring its mouth and cursing at them.
The drow elf in the lead instantly turned cold. Having grown up amidst conspiracies and battles, they were not known for their good temper and were inherently cruel.
With a flick of her right hand, covered in iron claws, a scarlet whip extended out, its surface covered in countless sharp thorns like rose branches, instantly wrapping around the boar-man's neck.
With a flick of her seemingly slender arms, the boar-man, weighing approximately 200 kilograms, was lifted off the ground and dragged behind the giant spider.
Even the thickest skin can't withstand the constant friction and scraping of the sand and gravel, and a long trail of blood quickly appeared on the ground. The boar-man's neck was deeply cut into by the long whip, bleeding profusely, and he stopped breathing not long after.
Following the boarman, other creatures discovered the arrogant drow elves, but they were clearly smarter and, knowing they were no match for them, immediately turned and fled.
Some of the more clever ones rushed to Thor's lair, but unfortunately, two legs couldn't outrun an eight-legged giant spider. Before they arrived, these drow elves had already reached a valley.
This is the settlement chosen by the grey dwarves after they joined Thor.
Their houses continued the style of the Darklands, all of them caves carved into the rock walls. The only open-air structures were probably the towering forges.
When the giant spider's legs stomped on the rocks, making a crisp sound that echoed through the valley, almost all the gray dwarves immediately stopped what they were doing.
This familiar voice was like the call of death to them, a nightmare that had haunted them for so long. They never expected that it would ring out again in less than two months.
"What's going on? Those persistent black weasels have actually chased us to the surface?"
"Damn it! Do they really have to be so ruthless as to wipe them all out?"
"Don't panic, everyone! We are now slaves of the great Red Dragon. He will never let these black-skinned bastards run rampant."
The clamor instantly subsided, and the word "Red Dragon" immediately gave all the gray dwarves confidence.
Even in the Darklands, where monsters roam, a red dragon as unique as Thor has never appeared before.
Their immense power, tough scales, blade-like wings and tail, and terrifying breath capable of melting mountains were all things they had witnessed firsthand, and were far beyond the reach of mere drow elves.
A group of grey dwarves quickly picked up their weapons, and the habits they had developed in the dangerous Underdark meant that they never took off their armor.
When they emerged fully armed from the caves and forging workshops, they saw more than twenty giant spiders at the entrance to the valley, along with figures draped in black robes on their backs.
"Did you think you'd be safe once you got to the surface? You gray-skinned dwarfs from the cracks in the rocks, born servants, should have known the consequences of failure when you decided to support that bitch Owen."
A gray dwarf fire mage, carrying various bottles and jars, stepped forward. After the gray dwarf priest was killed by Thor, he naturally became the leader.
"We've already paid the price, even losing our former homes. Isn't that enough?"
The leading drow elf let out a sneer, his face hidden by a veil, his voice cold and sarcastic.
"As long as you're alive, this price is far from enough. More importantly, where have you hidden that bitch's eldest daughter?"
"I don't know. That's the priests' responsibility; we have no right to know."
"Then call your priests out and tell the truth, and I might let you die a quicker death."
Or perhaps you want me to pry your mouths open little by little, letting you experience this wonderful and pleasurable long process?
The gray dwarf gunpowder master remained silent; he couldn't very well say that the former gray dwarf priest had been killed by his new master.
Regardless of whether the other party would believe this absurd fact, even if they did, the outcome wouldn't change. Previous collaborations have made both parties very clear about each other's personalities.
The next instant, the giant spider at the valley exit began to charge without warning. The drow elf, clad in black robes, leaped up and drew exquisite scimitars and longbows from his waist and back.
The ever-vigilant dwarf warriors stepped forward and roared in unison. Their already small figures instantly swelled up as if inflated, transforming into tiny giants two meters tall in a short moment.
As offspring of rock and metal, even though they have fallen, most grey dwarves still retain the racial talent to cast the giantification spell.