Five days later...

The young drow wizard Santila Pumore is back.

She wore dusty magic elf boots, tight leather pants, a silk top, and a dim chain mail vest. Her thin body was wrapped in a drow cloak stained with dust and dried blood.

In front of everyone present, she raised her head proudly, lifted her hood cleanly, and flicked away her long snow-white hair.

Although her fresh and beautiful face was haggard, her sky-blue eyes shining like stars were filled with joy and contentment.

Soon, almost all the members of the Tux family were summoned and gathered together in the temple of the Spider Queen Rose, waiting for the upcoming coming-of-age ceremony.

This is a must.

Even if this were not the case, most people would not miss the thrill of witnessing the gruesome corpses of prey and reliving the hunting and pride of the drow themselves.

Because such a solemn moment can impressively remind everyone present what a true drow is.

In the darkest midnight hours of Ancient Orens, the oldest drow city.

Under the scarlet eyes of countless pairs of drows who were surprised, puzzled and disbelieving, Santila walked leisurely to the center of the temple and faced everyone.

Behind her, on the most eye-catching altar in the temple, a huge magical illusion endlessly changed between a giant black spider and a beautiful drow woman.

The young drow wizard stood on the high platform, and his blue eyes, which were extremely unusual and rare among the drow race, first fell on his older wizard mentor.

Santila's cold and unfathomable sharp gaze shined directly into Jonara's blood-red pupils.

Her eyes were full of unruffled strength and deadly murderous intent, which was intimidating.

In the end, the older wizard was defeated in the silent confrontation and looked away uncomfortably.

Santila bowed deeply to her mentor and put her hands into the space pocket on her waist.

She took out a small pure black bottle and raised it high to signal to everyone.

This is the equipment that every young drow who participates in the blood sacrifice ceremony must carry: the bottle of capture.

Its purpose is to bring back the intact corpses of the prey it slaughtered and sacrifice them to the Spider Queen Rose.

The crowd was whispering and buzzing like a beehive.

"You really amaze me, child." Jonara pretended to be calm and said coldly, "You are indeed worthy of your talent...and my hard work."

"From today on, I am no longer a child."

Santila reminded her, a cold smile creeping onto her pretty face quietly, "I will repay you for your extra care, my dear mentor."

Using the fastest movement in her life, she suddenly dropped the capture bottle in her hand to Jonara's feet.

In everyone's eyes, this was Santila's demonstration of the rite of passage to her magical mentor.

This moment.

The entire crowd watching in the shrine subconsciously held their breath, kept quiet, and concentrated on witnessing the birth moment of a truly outstanding person.

The pure black crystal bottle was smashed to pieces, and black smoke that looked like substance exploded.

The clear and sweet sound echoed in the silent shrine for a long time.

As the smoke dissipated, Jonara stood there in shock.

Because standing in front of this elderly drow wizard was the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr.

He was actually alive and well, with the purest hatred and anger shining in his deep eyes.

The most incredible thing is that he is holding a dagger that exudes the luster of mithril.

The handle of this dagger is a spider. The eight legs of the spider extend forward and finally come together to form its dazzling edge like a phantom.

The terrifying magical light seemed to be responding to the spider phantom above the temple, shining continuously, like thousands of daggers, stinging the eyes of most drow elves.

Brian's expression turned cold, and with lightning speed, he held a dagger and attacked.

The dazzling mithril edge continuously broke through the triple magic barrier of the drow wizard's robe and stabbed into her heart like a razor.

"No!!!"

The sharp tearing pain came, and Jonara screamed, but everything was irreversible.

The eight sharp long legs of the magic dagger firmly grasped her heart, tightened suddenly, and crushed it mercilessly under Brian's tearing.

The dagger inserted in the chest completed its mission, turned into a silvery luster, and disappeared.

The drow wizard wanted to speak, to cast healing spells or magic on herself, but only blood continued to flow from her mouth.

As the magic dagger disappeared without a trace like ice and snow, the blood in Jonara's chest spurted out from the shocking wound like a horse.

"ah!!!"

Before her death, the drow wizard Jonara Tux let out a wail that would put even a banshee to shame.

Then, she used the last bit of strength in her life to fight back.

That speed is no less than the desperate fight of any violent warrior.

Pain, despair, and rage mingled together, igniting the power of wild magic that thundered through the trembling stone chamber.

Feeling the violent energy rushing in with thunderous force, Brian's expression became stern.

He stood firm, mobilized all the arcane energy and psychic points in his body, raised his hands, crossed his wrists, palms outward, and a thick defensive force field instantly appeared.

"Bang!"

The surging energy was like majestic thunder, hitting the crumbling magic barrier.

After only holding on for a moment, Brian's protective force field exploded with a crisp crackle.

His vulnerable body passed through the temple like a sharp arrow and hit the stone wall hard. With a series of clicking sounds, he slid from the wall to the ground like a broken doll.

The dying drow wizard took his last breath and fell to the ground, the red light in his eyes slowly extinguished.

at the same time.

Brian just hit the ground on the other side. He was holding back the blood pouring out of his mouth. He struggled to support the ground with his hands and leaned against the wall weakly. His completely collapsed chest heaved weakly.

However, when he noticed the prompt from the system, a glimmer of light appeared in his dim eyes.

The target is dead!

Extract the target's soul energy!

Gain experience points: 10,000 points!

…

This scene without warning caused the entire temple to erupt in screams of horror and joy.

A group of drow priests rushed to Jonara's body and surrounded her, chanting healing spells in vain.

Naturally, Brian was not treated so well.

What greeted him was a group of drow soldiers with vicious sneers.

"Bang!"

Just when a drow soldier was about to slash at Brian with his sword, a powerful lightning beam struck, and the unlucky drow who was leading the way was blown into bloody pieces.

"Get out of my way!"

The young drow wizard Santila Pumore stood in front of Brian, sternly scolding him with murderous intent, and exuded an aura as if she were the mistress of the family.

Her eyes were as cold as ice. As the drow cloak draped around her body floated in the wind, a brilliant fireball pulsating with bursts of energy leaped out from her palm.

Feeling the evil spirit of Santila and the burst of magical energy all around them, the drow soldiers who rushed forward looked at each other and retreated one after another.

Looking at the scene happening in front of her, the mistress of the Tax family sat in front of the throne. From the beginning to the end, she had an expression of indifference and gloating on her face.

"Blasphemy!"

The screams of Marina, the guardian of the temple, tore through the din of the hall.

She rushed out of the crowd, raised her hand tremblingly, pointed at the young drow wizard, and roared angrily:

"The ceremony of the Queen of Gods was desecrated by Santila! According to the laws of Rose, the blasphemer must be executed immediately!"

"I don't think so."

Santila shifted her gaze and said coldly, "What the God Queen needs is a sacrifice. Whether it is a hunter or a prey, I just choose my own way to offer the most impressive sacrifice."

There was silence in the room, and the air seemed to freeze for an instant.

"Giggle..."

After an unknown amount of time, a strange laughter broke the silence.

Elizabeth, the matron of the Tux family, laughed, a creepy smile.

She wore a black robe with a spider web embroidered with silver threads. She sat on the throne with a cold and cunning posture, like a vicious spider squatting in the center of the spider web to listen to politics.

Her laughter was certainly terrifying, but her scarlet eyes contained real happiness.

"But if you don't offer the sacrifices promised in advance, you will only offend the great Queen of Gods. You must implement Lolth's laws and punish the blasphemers of the ceremony! Appease the anger of the Queen of Gods!"

Marina, the guardian of the shrine, argued angrily: "She broke the traditional rules and customs!"
To be continued...