Shelley is a markedly different person today than she was the last time we met. When she

  appeared two weeks ago, she was just a wandering adventurer, always innocent, unsuspecting,

  and completely bewildered. Although the Master had never believed that that innocence was

  Shelley's true character, he was constantly on guard against the dark Elf's schemes and had

  already had a guess about her character. But seeing her again today was a shock.

  The cloak had completely disappeared, replaced by a close-fitting dark elf chain mail. Each

  of its rings and scales was exquisitelycrafted and wrapped tightly around the Drow's body.

  Soft black chains fell from her shoulderplates and protected the Drow's smooth arms. They

  collided without making a sound; And a jewel-studded scabbard hung lazily beside her long,

  muscular thighs. The blood of petrified lizards splattered everywhere on the floor, some

  dripping on Drow's body, sliding slowly down her bluish skin. Dark elves are slender, but this

  tight chainmail accentuates the soft curves of his body. But if you were to focus only on his

  lines, you would miss the deadly power that lurks beneath his delicate body.

  Vincent will never forget the deadly burst of speed and force that day in Shelley's Red

  Mushroom Inn. It now seemed that when the dark elf's muscles were tense, he was like a

  serpent gathering strength and ready to strike.

  Shelley pulled out the long sword that had been stuck in the deathstone lizard's back and

  cradled a drop of blood still hanging from the blade between her finger, which was as white

  as a onion. She sipped it gently and looked at the mage with a general smile, clearly enjoying

  his surprise. She returned the sword to its sheath at her waist and slowly walked over, each

  step with deadly grace and coordination.

  "What's the matter? Pretend you don't know me? Or should I meet you with a different

  expression?" Shelley smiled as she looked at the mage sitting on the lizard's back.

  "I don't know which aspect is your nature, Miss Shelley. So I was wondering why you're here."

  The mage jumped off his saddle. "Have you come to persuade me to join your family?"

  "Hey, I don't know." The Drow gave a mischievous smile. "It's only natural that a wizard like

  you should be courted by all the families. But I offer you the best, and if you agree, I can give

  you a good place, which will keep you from suffering too much in Prudence."

  "What conditions do you wish to offer? I'll hear it. '

  "I can't tell you now, but only if you say yes." Shelley held up her finger and shook it. "It wasn't

  hard at all."

  "Ha ha, that's interesting. A deal where you don't know what you're trading. How could I

  possibly say yes?" Vincent looked at the female Drow in front of him, his hand secretly making

  a magic gesture in his sleeve: "Miss Shelley, will you still stand before me? I am going forward."

  "Come on, I'm not going to play the second game with you. You hit me pretty hard last time,

  and my stomach still hurts." Shelley rubs her stomach symbolically, making an aggrieved look.

  "Maybe I know the caravan of halflings under the taxi next to you."

  She never looked at her teacher again, but picked out the caravan's boss -- apparently an

  old acquaintance. "Lil! Find me the best and most comfortable mount and take me back to

  the city."

  'Yes,' I said. Though his head was dripping with sweat, Riel did not dare to look up or reach

  out to wipe it. He hurried to the back of the line and ordered his men to bring his lizard to

  Shelley's side.

  Stepping on the kneeling halfling, the Drow gently leaped onto the lizard's back. Glancing out

  of the corner of her eye at the mage and others, she commanded, in the manner of the master

  of the caravan: "Set out, for the city of Ladris."

  "Why is this little girl so arrogant now?" Hardy heard the noise and ran from behind to the

  mage. "Shall I teach her a lesson?"

  "You can fight her, but can you fight all the dark elves in the city?" Vincent patted the soldier

  on the shoulder. "You don't talk like that in a dark Elf city, and especially don't mess with Drow

  women. You'll die, you'll die."

  "Not so sure..." Hardy pursed his mouth with a look of disbelief.

  As the caravan continued on its way through this little disturbance, Vincent tried to quickly

  avoid Shelley's track, but the dark Elf seemed to know him, and the caravan in command of

  Lille kept close behind him. The Halfling had been reduced to little more than a servant, and

  his job was now to follow Shelley's orders so that she could enjoy her time on the road.

  But the service was well worth the price. Along the way, Vincent saw the bodies of countless

  petrified lizards lying on the side of the road, all of them decapitated to death. Shelley would

  often walk over to them with the lizard in her hand and tell them the story of how she had

  removed the reptiles.

  Occasionally, Shelley would make a joke or put on an air of innocence. But the closer she gets

  to the city of Prudence, the less of an expression Shelley shows, the more of a dark elf.

  By the time they reached the city, the befuddled adventurer had fully transformed into the

  cruel dark elf.

  Vincent takes a close look at the city, one of the first dark elf cities to be established in the

  underground world, and one of the strongest shelters for the surface people at that time.

  There is always darkness in the Underdark. The stars never appear above you. There is only

  hard rock without blood or tears. There is no warm sun to light the world, only the moss on

  the ground gives out a faint blue fluorescence, which makes your sight a little strange; The

  ignorant adventurer who holds up a torch to light the world here can only see the endless

  passage, which always blows through the cold underground wind like the mouth of this

  underworld, and the dangling stalactites are its sharp teeth. It has always devoured the flesh,

  and the soul, of those who wander it.

  In this world, except for the occasional sound of dripping water, there is only silence. This kind

  of silence is like a lurking beast, secretly following you around, quiet but will bring you

  tremendous pressure.

  Darkness, but you dare not raise your torch to bring light; Silence, but you dare not make any

  noise, for darkness and silence, though terrible, are not as terrible as the beasts that the

  torches and sounds attract.

  Everyone who has come to the underworld can never get out again - either in their body or

  in their soul - there is no light in the Darklands, where the darkness quietly solidifies, slowly

  corrupting the will of every traveler.

  It is very difficult to build a city here. Vincent had no idea how much blood it took to build a

  Prudence city, and he had no idea how many lives its inhabitants had given to defend it. But

  he knows that even though the city is called "the terror of the underworld," it is a respectable

  existence.

  A few underground lizards came running fast with cavalry on their backs. Because these

  lizards have succup-like limbs on the bottom of their feet, they can move quickly over slippery

  ground and even walk for a while on the sides and roofs of rock caves, so they become a

  popular mount for dark elves.

  These two creatures are nothing more than civilian soldiers of one clan. They were soldiers

  belonging to a certain family, but they did not take the family name, which was reserved for

  nobles. Their daily routine consisted of training and performing simple tasks, in the hope that

  they would be able to make a great distinction in a battle, and that their matriarch (the

  supreme ruler of the family) would give them a noble title, so that they could stand on

  someone else's head.

  There could not be a woman among all the commoners. In dark elf societies, women are

  trained by priests to either become dreaded Drow sacrifices or fail as offerings to their

  goddesses. Dark elves do not allow a woman to rank below a man, nor would they tolerate a

  man ascending to a position close to that of a woman.

  But Vincent always felt Shelley at his side was more of a warrior than a priest, which was

  almost impossible among Dark Elf women -- warrior jobs were reserved for lowly men, and

  even if some Drow women had good fighting skills, it was a special training for the priesthood.

  But from the way she spoke and behaved, she was indeed a Dark Elf noblewoman.

  When two approaching rangers saw Shelley, they quickly moved out of the way. Even though

  they moved so quickly, their manners were very humble, but still in exchange for Shelley's two

  whips.

  Vincent takes advantage of this opportunity to find Lil. It was only as he approached the Dark

  Elf City that the poor Halfling leader was able to take a break from Shelley's duties. He was

  now covering his swollen, bruised face and rubbing healing ointment on it as he groaned in

  pain.

  "What the hell happened to that Shelley? Was she really a dark elf?" Vincent came over and

  should have called for the three pieces of identification he was holding.

  "Ah! And you say, if you had known the devil, oh, it hurts so much." Riel applied the ointment

  as he bared his teeth, showing the mutilated front teeth he had been beaten in the past few

  days. "If she's not a dark elf, then nobody is a dark elf."

  'But her skin, how come it's that colour? Is it disease?"

  "Well, she knows you so well, why don't you ask her?" The halflon chuckled, but with his face

  swollen like a pig's head, it always seemed inexpressibly funny.

  But the sorcerer would not be foolish enough to ask the subject.

  Entering the city gate, Shelley walked over to Vincent and looked him up and down again.

  "Now that you're in the Dark Elf City, be careful! Especially your face, don't lift it so high, for

  a nobleman like me should lower his head and look at his toes! Besides, you're a commoner

  mage of the First Family now, so work hard if you want to live!"

  "I'm not a First Family mage. When did you give me this title?"

  "Just now, I am a nobleman of the First family, and you are naturally a mage of our family."

  Remember the family name: Chapman!" Shelley threw over something, a black square logo

  with the family name engraved in dark Elvish. Shelley played with her hair. "Enjoy the city. I'll

  see you again."