When the Staff of Might finally gets its "might" moment, Vincent swings the staff and storms


    the Dark Elves'' Audience Hall like a gale. Fireballs, ice picks, and bolts of lightning wreaked


    havoc on the buildings, and a continuous roar reverberated throughout the Drow castle.


    No one had ever dared to do so much damage at the heart of the Dark Elf family. Not only


    the walls, the floors, and the great supporting pillars, but also the statue of the spider goddess


    and all manner of tributes were smashed to pieces in the storm of destruction.


    "Both Drow Matriarchs were delighted by my madness of destruction. One because I had


    weakened her enemies, the other because I had deceived her opponents." Vincent''s heart


    was even more excited at the thought of this. All the pressure that had been exerted for so


    long in the dark Elf City was being released in this way.


    The sound of fighting outside grew louder and louder, and even the closed doors gave a dull


    thud. Mother Batana''s army would soon be marching in, and there was no need for her to


    "work" so hard. Vincent rested against the broken stone pillar with his still trembling staff of


    power.


    Things in the city of Prudence were at an end, and the great changes that were to take place


    behind the First House were of no concern to the mage, but whether the first Mistress was


    Batana or Brisha, what did Vincent care? The struggle of the Drow was, is, and will continue,


    and no one can prevent it.


    The question now was how to get away from the city of Prudence. Littlefinger Phelps, of


    course, is under the care of Hardy, who has a great talent for fighting, and a brilliant mind.


    Vincent was sure he could trust him. Naturally, young Sokka and Shelley would have taken


    them with them. If Vincent had not been dazed, Shelley and Sokka would have been half


    sisters, according to the painting on the wall of the First family. But a dark elf and an angel


    don''t go together in any way. Even if Shelley''s skin had been white, it didn''t change the fact


    that she had grown up in the Drow world, or how she would fare on the surface.


    Vincent tapped himself on the head and sighed. He feels that he is thinking too far. For now,


    the Wizard was still trapped in Dark Elven City, still at the center of the Drow struggle, still on


    the battlefield. We had to get this one over with. Perhaps because he had learned too much


    about prophetic magic, Vincent felt that his mind was wandering far into the future instead


    of focusing on the immediate moment. In fact, the great future is only paved by countless


    humble present, the road under our feet first, the ethereal future will become more and more


    clear.


    The most important thing at hand is how to face Mother Batana again. The Master realized


    that the success of Brisha''s disguise depended only on the success of her family''s plan. But


    now, if Batana sees through the disguise, it''s Vincent who could be in trouble first.


    Who says he''s been in the Second Family audience room all this time?


    At this thought, Vincent could no longer maintain the over-relaxed state he had just been in.


    He hurried to inspect the scene and correct some unreasonable places. All his attacks had


    originally been launched from the same place, the Second Family buildings, but now his first


    task was to shoot magic at any possible hiding place from the direction of the dark fairy


    mother.


    With his insight, Vincent is able to see through some of the flaws in Brisha''s preparation of


    the body. If he looked very closely, a priest skilled in healing might be able to see some clues.


    Although the dark elves were not good at delicate healing, Vincent had to be careful of


    Mother Batana, who, as a Drow woman with a great deal of experience in fighting, might


    examine the bodies carefully.


    "But luckily for me," Vincent said. Vincent leans over and uses the scroll of transfiguration to


    further disguise the bodies. Since these are already corpses, there is no point in biological


    transfiguration.


    Vincent looks at the results while he changes the bodies. In particular, the imitation of Brisha''s


    mother was the focus of the master''s work. With the help of his newly discerned eye, Vincent


    had already recorded the physical characteristics of the "undead" Drow mother, and now he


    had no difficulty in disguising the corpse.


    The only thing wrong was the blood. There''s a lot of blood on the floor, which is barely


    enough, but the blood in these bodies dries up too quickly. Vincent''s "Principles of Creation"


    scroll can only work on inanimate objects, not half living things like soul golem, let alone


    blood and living limbs. After all, the power of life is in the hands of the gods, and priests are


    better at dealing with these situations. The ancient Archarmists were already powerful enough


    to use the method of transferring souls to create golem.


    According to Vincent''s "Enigma", the third chapter of the five-chapter scroll is called "Higher


    Creation", where there are records of life and golem making. If the scroll can be found, it will


    not only have new and strong deformation and repair abilities in the future, but also unlock


    all the secrets of the artificial limb of the pure gold golem.


    Vincent thought back to what he had seen through the wand of prophecy and printed it in


    his mind once more. Then he shook his head. "I didn''t know it was in that place. Even in the


    Dark City of Elves, I could have come in and found what I was looking for, but it was in that


    place. How can I speak?"


    The noise of fighting outside the gate gradually died down, and Vincent simply leaned against


    the wreckage of the pillar, pretending to be weak.


    With the loud explosion, the door of the audience room was blown to pieces. At the same


    time, a great flash of light appeared in the cluttered hall, and the room was suddenly lit up


    If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.like day. Fortunately, Vincent''s penetrating eyes were not damaged by this strong light, or he


    would have been blinded by the sudden light even if he were not a dark elf.


    Weakness is for attack. The Dark Elves were not going to waste such a clear head start, and


    the remaining First Family warriors rushed in, quickly occupying key attack points.


    But in the room, with only the living members of the First family -- if Vincent''s status as a


    consultant mage still counts -- Batana looks with some surprise at the fallen bodies of Drow


    women, who were "former" sacrifices of the Second Family, and then the mother looks at


    Vincent resting against a pillar.


    "What''s going on here? I can''t believe a male like you can stand up to so many elite Drow!


    Talk! What the hell is going on?" Mother Batana shouted. The sudden triumph excited her,


    but the simplicity of it made her suspicious.


    "Oh no! I''ve thought of everything except to invent my own way of defeating these priests. ''


    -- Vincent''s brain is racing, thinking of countermeasures -- "If it was Brisha, how would she


    have covered up this sacrificial death? There was no foreign sorcerer in her plan to interfere!"


    Vincent immediately thought of one of Brisha''s unusual actions, which was to destroy the


    statue of the spider goddess. As a dark elf and the matriarch of a family, such an act was


    unorthodox. No! It''s worse than that. It''s not that different from killing yourself. The only


    explanation is that the Spider goddess allowed Mother Brisha to destroy the statue as part of


    her plan to take over the First Family.


    With this in mind, Vincent knew what to say.


    Pretending to be tired, Vincent spoke in a fluent tone - a deliberate disguise to confuse Batana


    and cast doubt on the Master''s current condition. Subterfuge is sometimes more effective


    than elaborate disguise. "Dear Mother Batana, I came round from the bottom of this room


    and saw these damn drow praying before the Statue of the Spider. I was going to attack them,


    but then something strange happened." Vincent paused, then continued, "The statue


    suddenly opened, and a strong light and shock spread all at once. Most of the priestesses


    were killed immediately. As you dark elves always curse, ''May the light consume you!'' ''and


    thus they have lost most of their fighting power."


    Vincent points to the destroyed room: "Then I had to fight some priests, and their mother


    died in the beginning and had no command, so I killed some of them. That was the end of


    the battle." The Master believed that for Batana, who had been guided by the goddess to


    start the war, all the winning factors would be pushed to the spider Goddess, and all the


    questions would be perfectly answered.


    Batana looked at Vincent, but could not read any information from his eyes. The strange, pure


    black eyes hid the psychological changes of this human being, so that the master mother


    could not guess. Batana strode over to the bodies and looked at "Brisha''s remains" to examine


    them.


    Vincent looked at the Dark Elf troops following him and was not reassured until he found


    Shelley''s figure. The Drow looked discomfated, as if she had been through some hard battles.


    Fortunately Vincent did not see any wounds on her body. The Drow''s dodging and parading


    style of "don''t get hurt" was the safest way to deal with the poison of "cut and die."


    He winked twice at Shelley and went on to talk to his mother. As long as he could distract her,


    the fake corpse would never give away.


    "Your Eminence, as a counsellor, I have done more than my duty. Obviously, I am not a Drow,


    so I should have no problem asking for some reward."


    Anger raged inside Matron Batana. A human, a lowly male, who has been given the great


    privilege of doing his little service for the noble house of Drow, and who has done them such


    a favor, now wants a reward! These wretched crawlers are meant to be the food for


    underground lizards! Only then do they know the meaning of gratitude!


    However, the mage always chose the moment when Batana was in a dilemma to make a


    request. The task of receiving the Second House is very heavy, and it is best to finish all the


    work before dawn to avoid the prying eyes of the other houses. At this point, it''s not the time


    for a face-off.


    Batana tried to put on a smile, but looked even more ferocious: "Counselor Mage, what is it


    you want?"


    "Specifically, I want a human being." Vincent gave Shelley a quick glance, a deliberate way of


    telling her his final answer. The Master knew in his heart that Shelley, however important she


    was, was only a half-blood and could never truly be the mother of the Drow family. A Drow


    left in the city of Prudence, in the house of the Dark Elves, could not be a Drow and would


    definitely be killed in competition with her peers. Shelley''s fate was sealed the moment she


    was born, and she should have been put to death. However, as a mixed-race woman, Batana


    was fortunate enough to survive into adulthood, delaying the moment of her death. Shelley''s


    knowledge of her own mortality made her more determined to leave the city.


    Even for his own sake, Vincent decided to give the first mother a chance. If she nodded and


    gave Shelley to the Master, Vincent would tell her about Brisha''s plan. After all, Batana would


    have murdered the half-breed by keeping the white-skinned dark elf around; Letting go


    would keep her alive, even if she were reduced to a slave or a prize. Vincent never cared which


    of the two families would win and which would lose.


    "No! Male, you are not qualified to make such demands!" Batana refused the offer sternly:


    "You are only doing your duty, and this fight belongs to the goddess, praise the great spider


    goddess!"


    This, then, was a solid step towards the death of the First family.