The quiet Prudence of the city, by the aid of the endless night itself, conceals all the evil that


    is carried on here. Of course, in the Dark Elf''s worldview, weeding out the weak is no sin.


    Vincent follows Shelley, but he doesn''t want to get too close. The drow was near her mother,


    or in sight of her mother, and it was not an opportune time to speak. Vincent just wants to


    get through this mission safely. The only thing he asks is to keep himself safe.


    But on the other hand, he is also thinking about this problem. As the mother of the First family,


    Batana, the weathered Drow priestess, a woman worthy of standing at the apex of power in


    the city of Prudence, would have had an absolute wealth of experience in struggle and an


    abundance of cunning. As the mastermind of this operation, the Drow could not have


    considered the possibility of Vincent''s passive-action, but she decided to attack anyway. With


    the current strength of the First family, it cannot be said that it is impossible to win, and it is


    more important to consider the gains and losses after the victory. Vincent has absolute


    confidence that he can rank second in this family in terms of fighting ability. Except for the


    mother, there is no stronger person who can have a greater influence on the battlefield than


    Vincent. The Dark elves trust no one, not even their own ''kin'', so how can they really expect


    a male mage from the surface? Batana must not have considered Vincent as an essential part


    of her operations when she planned them.


    In this case, Vincent could not help but wonder what reason could give the dark fairy mother


    such confidence that she would succeed? Was it to be expected of the spider goddess? Or


    does she have any tricks up her sleeve?


    Just as Vincent can''t see Batana''s plan of action, the warrior monk Regula isn''t sure whether


    he made the right decision to fight. He was still sore from the wounds he had suffered the


    previous day, which had never fully healed. That day, he wanted to hide the news that he was


    with the arachnid and make sure that all possible witnesses were eliminated, but he did not


    expect to meet such a powerful group of people. But now that the sorcerer had found a way


    to turn the Arachnids back into their original form, he did not need to worry about being


    exposed.


    The few members of the party had not finished their thoughts before the Second family''s


    abode was within sight. Batana thanked the spider goddess for her blessings, and the Second


    family seemed unaware of the approaching enemy. The gates to the compound were tightly


    shut, and a small band of dark elves patrolled. Even as the rest of the group slept, they


    remained alert, peering through the darkness with their night-vision eyes to see all the places


    around the compound where enemies might be hiding -- just like they usually do.


    The Second House did not have the grandeur of Castle Batana, but it did have all the


    safeguards it needed. Vincent hides behind a giant stalactite and gives himself arcane vision.


    While the Insight Eye is able to see fluctuations in magical abilities to a certain extent, it is not


    as accurate as Arcane vision spells. With this spell, Vincent can easily measure the intensity


    and type of all magical effects in a given line of sight.


    However, as soon as the spell was finished, Vincent was almost blinded by the glow. The


    members of the Dark Elf family in front of him are all equipped with magical equipment, from


    the armor on their bodies to the machetes in their hands, and even the magic-enhanced


    bows and arrows in the quiver behind them. Under the influence of Arcane vision, these


    devices become white points of light, like stars in the night reflected in Vincent''s eyes.


    ''The Dark Elves are a rich race indeed! ''Vincent said to himself. For a mage, he knew a lot, but


    to see so much magical equipment at once would only have been in the storeroom of the


    Mage Society or where some great treasure was located. When it came to arming them all


    for battle, only a dark elf could do that.


    But hadn''t the spider goddess given them the ability to use magic in order that they might


    be good at fighting? Drow priests would go to great lengths to craft weapons to please their


    goddess in battle.


    Mother Batana walked up to Vincent and whispered to him, "Counselor, Master, find a way


    to take down their walls."


    Vincent took one look at Batana and then carefully examined the features of the second family


    wall. Like the first family, their wall is made of pure gold, not as pure as Vincent''s arm, but it


    is a fine work. It would be impossible to blow them up into the sky with magic. What''s more,


    there are magical runes carved on the walls. The fine words reveal themselves to the Arcane


    eye, and Vincent is trying to analyze the meaning and function of these runes. Now that all


    the dark Elves are waiting for the first wave of attacks from their advisor mages, Vincent can''t


    even try to hide away from them.


    The magic runes on the walls are supposed to have both an electric shock and an alarm.


    When someone forces their way over the pure gold fence, the magic array above will activate.


    But just knowing what the spell is isn''t much use, the whole fence is a whole, and it''s not easy


    to break the system.


    Vincent thought for a moment, then turned to Batana and said, "Dear Mother, I have an idea


    of a way to temporarily disable this fence. When you see it begin to change shape, charge."


    With that, he released a simple invisibility to himself and walked quietly toward the fence.


    Mother Batana saw the mage in front of her disappear from sight and immediately used the


    "art of knowledge." This spell can see through all forms of invisibility and illusion, and Batana


    does not want the mage to use invisibility to get out of her control.


    Vincent moves closer to the fence, being careful not to make a sound. He takes a closer look


    at the magic runes on the fence and pulls out the Shape-shifting scroll. The protective runes


    themselves were few and far between; in fact, the incantation could not have covered an


    entire family compound. In the carvings on the fence, there are many words that serve as a


    distraction. They do not hinder the normal work of the spell, but can hide the real spell, and


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    decorative words and change the gold shape of the parts they were in, thereby changing the


    structure of the wall as a whole.


    Vincent''s tutor once said that magic is always a practical art. In particular, the words of the


    spell are concise, and only concise is required.


    The spell worked slowly, and the fine gold fence began to morph like a mollusk. After


    mastering the skills and spells above the "Creation Rule", Vincent has his own unique insight


    and powerful control over the magic that can change the form of inanimate objects. He was


    able to make his spells work as he wished, preventing the failure rate associated with the way


    they were originally changed in one move.


    Vincent is invisible, but Fine Gold Fence is not. Two dark elves spotted the snakelike railings


    and came to inspect them.


    Out of the darkness, about ten bolts flew noiselessly into the air and caught the two sentinels


    right where they needed to be. With blood streaming from their necks and foreheads, the


    Second Family''s patrol area was porous.


    The non-magical text is lengthened, and none of the original magical text is damaged in any


    way. In this way, the refined gold fence was transformed from a neat and beautiful shape into


    a tangle of thorns. Vincent controls the direction of the deformation of the main section of


    the balustrade, but raises the obstacles within the range of the spell by a full two meters. The


    First Family was now able to pass this section of defense without difficulty.


    A multitude of orcs and goblin slaves roared and rushed on. They were under the control of


    several dark elf priests, and their ability to make sounds was limited by the "Silence barrier",


    which made them feel extremely depressed. Now they have finally been liberated. On the


    orders of their commander, the gang rushed towards the railing that had been lifted up by


    the mage.


    The Orcs swarmed on them like a flood. They had no idea how the battle was going to be


    fought or planned, nor did the Dark Elves see any need to make the cannon fodder


    understand. It is enough for the orcs to remember that all the creatures they have never seen


    are their enemies. Battle is but another word for good food and good wine; Victory, is the


    general equivalent of beauty and treasure. They charge with their primal instincts.


    Gnomes, a relatively weak bunch, can only be praised for their numbers, and the only thing


    they can rely on is numbers, but the number of their Allies. They trail after the orcs,


    brandishing rudimentary weapons and whining loudly. In their hearts, the search for "easy


    enemies" and "safe treasure" are their highest pursuits. In the ranks, they are never the main


    force in the battle, but the good hands Shouting and cheering.


    Vincent, who is invisible, naturally does not want to be trampled into a Patty by orcs and


    goblins, so he quickly makes way and hides aside. Although the Second Family''s residence


    appears quiet, the seemingly peaceful courtyard is full of traps. Vincent''s arcane vision clearly


    indicates the location of a large number of spell runes, and he also sees many barbed pits


    and crossbow mechanisms with the insight of his penetrating eye.


    When the first trap is triggered, the whole second family is suddenly busy. A large number of


    dark elves appear in the courtyard, all armed and alert. Vincent thought at first that the Second


    Family was ready for the fight, with trap pockets ready for them to drill. But then he thought


    of the Dark Elves'' habit of always being ready, and he was reassured.


    With the brilliant light of fire and the roar of explosions, the courtyard of the Second Family


    became the stage for the trap show. The cries of the orcs replaced the war cries and even


    drowned out the sound of exploding fireballs. They understood the deep pit traps that had


    appeared beneath their feet, for they sometimes used them against "difficult" enemies. But


    they could not make any sense of the ground where fire and lightning suddenly appeared. It


    was this ignorance that frightened them. Suddenly liquor and treasure and beautiful women


    became visions that began to seem dangerous and unreal.


    Some of the orcs turned and tried to escape, and even going back to face the punishment of


    the dark elves was better than being burned for no reason. There must be many, they thought,


    and they were the unlucky ones, the lucky ones, who would not be punished by their own


    heads.


    The Dark elves had expected this from the orcs, and the second wave of the clan''s horde was


    to go up. The last battle took a lot of losses, but it also provided a lot of the material for


    making these horsemen. The undead did not share the orcs'' fear, and they moved slowly,


    blocking the gap in the fence.


    The undead, like all other undead creatures, exude a terror that is repulsive to the living. The


    orcs and goblins were bewildered. Mounds of traps on one side, terrifying walking corpses


    on the other.


    "Rush! Kill the dark elves before you, drink their blood, and show them what orcs can do!" A


    voice of pure Orc spoke suddenly, rousing the indecision of the cannon fodder. Now that the


    way back was blocked by the corpses, there was really nothing to be done but to advance.


    And so the goblins and orcs, as Matron Batana had planned, began to use their own flesh


    and blood to untrap their way. They were blasted into flaming pieces by fireballs, fetid charred


    by lightning, smashed into meat pies by prickly pits or tangled into hornets'' nests, and either


    way, the Dark Elf army behind them no longer had to face such obstacles. The goblins, in


    particular, were large in number, but small in courage. When they saw the strange traps, they


    could not bear it anymore, and began to flee in all directions. But the more they spread out,


    the more traps they ''dismantled''. Instead of multiple orcs being killed by the same fireball


    trap, the damage of the traps is now equalized so that one goblin consumes one Fireball trap.


    "What a bargain," he said. Mistress Batana gently threw away a parchment scroll, which she


    had just used to hallucinate. "Ignorant creatures are easily stirred up."