Devil's Path

Chapter 62: The exiled race (two)

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"Hey, where are we going?" Werewolf Anpu asked angrily the blood elf mage walking next to him. Walking silently all the way on this dark underground plain made him feel very uncomfortable. When he used to be with Zhang Xiao, he knew that Zhang Xiao didn’t like to talk, but that’s fine. Now that there are so many people together, he still can’t find someone to talk to. It made him feel very depressed.

"I'm Benson Brandt, the mayor of Aide Village, and the border inspector of the blood elven kingdom. Don't call him!" The blood elf mage glared at the werewolf who asked.

"Okay, okay, okay, dear Mr. Brandt, where are you taking us?" the werewolf asked again pretending to be respectful.

"Of course I will take you to the blood elven city to meet the great blood elven queen. It has been three thousand years since no surface creatures have come to the ground. The queen must really want to interrogate you to see what the surface world has become now." When Bensonbrandt mentioned the queen in his words, he looked in admiration. When he thought that he could actually catch the creatures on the surface, he would definitely be able to be appointed as a judge this time, and he snickered in his heart.

"What kind of race are there now?" Werewolf Amp obviously hasn't forgotten his purpose of coming here.

"Don't you even know how many races you have exiled to the bottom of your surface creatures?" Bensonbrandt let out a cold snort and glanced at the necromancer, who had been walking with his head down and hadn't said a word, said contemptuously.

The werewolf stopped talking, he really didn't know about it. Judging from the recorded historical records of the mainland, from ten thousand years ago, races considered evil and degenerate have been exiled to the underground world. In such a long period of time, even the races on the surface have died out, let alone being banished. A race exiled to this terrible world underground.

"Huh! Don't you know? Maybe the necromancer next to him should be better than you, right?" The blood elf mage looked at Zhang Xiao.

Although Zhang Xiao had been listening, he didn't plan to talk to the blood elf mage at all, so I still walked my own way with my head buried.

It doesn't matter how many races are left. The reason why I came here wasn't for the mercenary guild's money. I originally agreed to come down with Shadow, mainly because I wanted to kill the head of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group who killed the old man. After arriving underground, he immediately thought of his original plan to become a mercenary, that is, to find materials for refining tools. This was also the truest idea of his later wandering aimlessly in the underground world.

Seeing Zhang Xiao not speaking, Bensonbrandt's scornful expression was fully revealed: "Doesn't even the Mage, who has always been considered the most knowledgeable, know? This is really ridiculous."

"The greatest race in the underground world right now is our blood elves. In addition to the dirty and ugly half-orcs, there are also some small races, but they all hide in the dark and survive for long. When the half-orcs are wiped out, the entire underground world will be all Become the territory of our great blood elves, when we will send troops to the surface to regain everything we have lost over the past three thousand years, so that your surface races will also have a taste of exile." Bensenbrandt's face became distorted as he spoke. Time living in this closed underground made him a frog at the bottom of the well.

Werewolf Anpu sneered in his heart. He wanted to fight against all the races in the entire surface world with just one race. This blood elf mage was simply daydreaming about Spring and Autumn. If the blood elves had such a strong power three thousand years ago, they would not have been exiled here, let alone the fact that magic and technology in the surface world have been advancing with each passing day over the past three thousand years. If the surface world knows the existence and benefits of the underground world, these blood elves think It is difficult to defend one-third of this acre of land.

"What about the Black Dragon clan who were exiled here by the Dragon clan five thousand years ago? Are they also conquered by your blood elves?" Amp completely ignored Bensenbrandt's arrogant words and continued to ask.

Hearing the werewolf mentioning the fallen black dragon, Bensonbrandt's eyes twitched inadvertently: "They have now become vassals of our blood elves, serving our great Queen."

"Oh!" Anpu had a clear look after noticing the change in Bensonbrandt's expression. It is not impossible for the blood elves to kill a few black dragons. After all, there will be one or two dragon-slaying warriors no matter what period, but it is simply impossible to want the entire proud black dragon clan to be a vassal of other races. matter. The truth of the matter is most likely that the blood elves enshrine the black dragon clan, and the black dragon clan, who was exiled to the ground before the blood elves, were sparsely in number.

"You said those monsters with long crooked noses and slanted eyes are half-orcs. Why don't I see them? Although the half-orcs who were exiled here were ugly, they are not as ugly as they are now, right?" The orcs are also a branch of the orcs. They are rude, cruel, violent, and they are an uncivilized race, but there is no record of them being so ugly. Those monsters are too much from the records in the historical records. The gap, this makes Anpu not understand how, is it that living in an underground world with no sunlight for a long time has caused them to racially degenerate? But why is there no blood elves

"Half-orcs are a race that was exiled to the ground at the same time as our blood elves. Although they have been ugly for three thousand years, their fertility has become stronger and stronger. If it were not for their large population, it was as early as two thousand years ago. It has already been annihilated by our great blood elves." Bensonbrandt gritted his teeth and said. The war between the blood elves and the half-orcs has never stopped after entering the ground from the two sides. It has been fought for three thousand years without any results.

"Then how many people do your blood elves have now?"

"This is not what you should ask!" Bensonbrandt reprimanded.

An Pu stopped talking, and rushed like Zhang Xiao.

After the tenth camp, what appeared in front of everyone was a city built on a huge extinct volcano. The lights in the city were brilliant, and from time to time, unknown flying monsters flew out from above and plunged into the surrounding darkness.

At the foot of the mountain, there are fortresses and walls built of volcanic rocks. Teams of blood elf soldiers are cruising on it with weapons, with sharp eyes.

"This is the royal city of our blood elves! Tobris." Bensonbrandt introduced proudly.

What a majestic city! No country in the surface world has such a city built on a hollowed out mountain. This requires a country's unremitting efforts for thousands of years. Although Zhang Xiao is very dissatisfied with the blood elves, he still has to admire the majesty of the city.