No one in the whole audience room moved, though the mother had ordered them to make

  final preparations. The most basic requirement of survival in the Underdark, in Prudence, in

  the House of Dark Elves, is to be ready for battle at all times. For from the shadows all around

  you, a dagger full of poison may appear at any moment, or a spell may quench the flame of

  life in an instant, and no one can really relax -- to relax is to relax life. And most important of

  all, this kind of shadow can be used to hide the murder everywhere, here, it is a dark world

  where there is no sunlight.

  Leaning on his scepter, Vincent tried to pull his mind away from Littlefinger the Halfling and

  back to the bleak, dark elf castle. He did not dare to remember the faces of his companions,

  and he did not dare to worry whether Phelps was safe now. He was standing in the midst of

  a crowd of dark elves, and he could only think of the present. But deep down in his heart, he

  longed to see his old friends again, and he would be happy if Littlefinger "accidentally" took

  his magic herb.

  Slowly, there were footsteps outside. They were very uniform, and they sounded like only a

  few people. But Vincent knew that there were at least a hundred Dark Elf warriors outside.

  They usually walk very softly, and soft shoes made of Sloth hide are perfect for this stealthy

  style of fighting. Today, with such a distinct sound, there are at least a hundred fighters

  assembled for action.

  Mother Batana led the way out of the audience room, followed by her children and the Master

  Vincent. Shelley ran over and took out a black cloth to cover the mage's eyes.

  "That's the rule. You're not a Chapman who has to be blindfolded." Shelley ran her finger over

  the piece of black cloth, leaving a gap, "Watch where you step and take my shoulder."

  Vincent took the dark elf by the soft, smooth left shoulder and slowly moved forward. Even

  with all the black cloth, Vincent could still see what was happening with his penetrating eyes.

  This material barrier was useless to his ability to see through. Not to mention the gaps Shelley

  had left behind.

  As he laid his hand on Shelley's cold shoulder, he felt the drow visibly tremble and appear

  agitated. However, Shelley soon recovered her composure and followed her mother at a

  gentle pace, becoming once again the dark Elf warrior, quiet, firm, and cold.

  Looking back at Vincent, who was blindfolded, Zeena followed her mother's steps

  disappointedly as she slowly walked out the door, ignoring the Dark Elf warrior standing with

  his head bowed on either side.

  Her mother led all the dark elves down to the very bottom of the house. Here she sang a soft

  incantation to a solid marble wall. Silver words emerge from the cold wall, lit one by one. As

  Vincent tried to listen to Batana's mantra chant, he watched her gestures and mouth

  movements. The more he knows about the family's secrets now, the better off he will be in

  planning a possible escape.

  When the last character stopped flashing, a hymn to the spider goddess appeared on the wall

  in full, silvery glow. At that moment, Vincent suddenly felt that the hymn was not so evil, and

  that its lines were full of great reverence for the goddess, just as the people on earth were

  singing the praises of Greafury, the great sun god. When a race is trapped underground, the

  sky above them is no longer blue and free but heavy and cold rocks, when they are no longer

  under the feet of the soft and fragrant grass but the ground is blackened by the fiery lava

  river, when they are breathing no longer the air mixed with the fragrance of earth and flowers

  but the turbid underground wind full of the smell of corruption, When their eyes can no

  longer see the dazzling sun and rainbows after rain, what choice can they have but to embrace

  the darkness?

  In a sense, it is not the spider goddess who protects the dark elves, but the dark elves' desire

  to survive that makes the spider goddess.

  The hymns on the door didn't last long, the silver characters disappearing in a moment. The

  whole wall of the stone slowly became transparent, and at last it disappeared from view. At

  the other end of the wall there was nothing but darkness. Vincent tried to concentrate his

  vision, but still he could only see darkness. It was like a void that absorbed light, and no

  information was coming back into the Master's mind from there.

  The master led the procession into the darkness, crossing the boundary of the original stone

  wall and disappearing from Vincent's sight. The Master took Shelley by the shoulders and

  went in, terrified that he had lost his support for a moment. But as he concentrated, he felt

  the solid earth under his feet again.

  "It was a huge portal that had just passed through," he said. "I never thought there was a

  teleportation array on this scale. No wonder Mother was so confident that she could get the

  whole family out of the city of Prudence without a trace."

  He could see around him again, this time with his eyes open. Shelley removed the strip of

  cloth from the mage's eyes after they passed through the portal. She raised her index finger

  over her bright red lips to signal to the Mage not to speak.

  Vincent nodded and looked at his surroundings. Here was a wide cavern, like all the others in

  the Underdark, with stalactites dripping with cold water hanging from a high, invisible ceiling;

  And under the moisture of this moisture, a great deal of underground moss grew tenacious ly

  in the crevices of the stones. The slimy underfoot made Vincent feel unsteady on his feet. He

  walked carefully, his right hand still on Shelley's shoulder. The Drow seemed to have adapted

  to this way of walking, and her agility ensured her steady pace and the Master did not fall into

  the cave.

  Vincent did not feel the heat of the female Dark Elf from his right hand, nor did he notice that

  the temperature had risen somewhat since the beginning, and his mind was reconstructing

  the information he had just read about the Teleporting Circle. This was also something he

  had not learned from the Society of Ground Mages, and there was no mention of it in the

  Offa Secret Scrolls. The magic of the Dark elves was definitely unique in some ways.

  As long as anyone who wants to leave doesn't erase the trace of their presence -- which the

  Mages are now pretty sure is a magical effect -- then the First Family can use that

  teleportation array to reach the traitors at any time, and hiding anywhere in the world would

  be pointless. Vincent had already discovered the suspected magic effect in himself, but

  because he was not a priest, he really knew nothing about the effects of such magic, and he

  did not want to alarm them, so he left the magic array alone.

  "It seems necessary to destroy the tracking magic array that exists on the Black Crystal Tower,

  or there can be no real escape." Vincent follows Shelley's footsteps, making light progress

  through the dark underworld. His movements with the female drow had become more and

  more coordinated.

  The whole army of dark elves remained quiet, and even with hundreds of men advancing,

  Vincent could clearly hear the crisp "patter" of water droplets falling from the sky and

  splashing on the stones. Such a well-trained army could quickly and stealthily appear in front

  of any fort, and their enemies would never notice that they were under their noses. A crypto

  killer is not to be feared, but what about an army of killers?

  After walking for some time, another team joins in. It was a motley crew of mercenaries of all

  races, goblins and trolls at the head of the dark Elves' procession with their heavy, sickening

  breathing -- they were known as cannon fodder.

  The mage carefully plays his role as a dark elf advisor to avoid becoming cannon fodder,

  always living or dying in his own hands. From the moment Vincent entered the Mages'

  Association, he made up his mind that he would never become a pawn to be manipulated.

  Surrounded by darkness, only the faint fluorescent plants dotted the dark underworld, Vincent

  mechanically followed Shelley, not knowing exactly where he was or what time it was.

  When the monotonous and tiresome march finally came to an end, Vincent estimated that

  they had covered at least fifty miles since they left the portal. He rubbed his sore legs and

  surveyed his surroundings.

  It was an empty flat, the ground as flat as a groomed mirror, without any bumps or pits, not

  even a broken stone to be found. In the middle of this clearing, a hundred meters around,

  there was a huge rock, rising from the ground to the roof of the cave. The cylindrical rock,

  about as thick as a dozen people's arms, had a patchy surface, and numerous scratches and

  dents from heavy blows were all over it.Through the years, I do not know how many swords, swords and halberds I have seen.

  On one side of the clearing, an underground river was flowing quietly, without a sound. It was

  like a piece of silk flowing gently over a woman's smooth skin, elegant and quiet.

  Several dark elves walked quietly and quickly around the clearing, looking down at the smooth

  ground beneath them as if they were looking for something important. Vincent uses his

  penetrating eyes to look at the pillars in front of him, but he is surprised to find something.

  This cylindrical rock was essentially hollow, only two meters thick at most, and inside it was a

  spiral staircase, built very neatly, from the highest point of the pillar to the ground. Below

  ground, however, there are too many obstructions for the discerning eye to see.

  But what surprised the Master most was that the group of five men he had met at the inn

  were now inside the pillar, perched on the steps and peering out, as if to them the pillar was

  transparent at all. In addition to the five they had met that day, there were two more in their

  party -- a stout dwarf and a little girl.

  Vincent opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he was seeing. Although the little girl

  was wearing a thick robe and a cape, she looked small and thin, but the clothes could not

  block Vincent's eyes at all. He saw a pile of white wings, tightly gathered on the little girl's

  back, tightly covered.

  The girl looked out, too, and Vincent saw her face. This time the mage didn't have to look for

  the scepter to determine that this little creature was the kidnapped angel Sokka he had been

  looking for! Her face, though still childish, had the unmistakable sanctity of her mother; Her

  large eyes looked curiously, blinking at the army of dark elves in the sky beyond the pillars,

  mischievous, but unable to hide the majesty and holiness of her father.

  Now the wizard's mind was full of questions as to how the team of five had found the angel.

  Although this sudden gain would certainly save him a great deal of time, it would present him

  with a serious test. The team's apparent target is the ancient temple, and they have already

  entered the process of exploration before the First Family, but they also stand in the way of

  the Chapman family gaining the favor of the Spider goddess, and if they are discovered, they

  will face the wrath of the most powerful and powerful First Lady in the city of Prudence!

  And the little angel's fate will be sealed once and for all as soon as the Lady's eyes fall upon

  her.

  Several of the dark elves came back and reported something to the mother, but Vincent did

  not pay any attention. He cried out in his heart, "You fools! Run away!"

  Batana nodded and listened to the report, suddenly turned around and ordered Vincent, who

  had been in doubt: "Counselor Mage, you now go to break down this stone column!"