Chapter 164 Drow

In the south of Akanix City, Carl looked curiously at the drow elves stationed outside the city gate. He was a little curious about these elves with purple-black skin.

They wore unusually cool clothes, with large areas of skin exposed to the air, glowing with a strange luster.

Not only that, when they walked, sat, or lay down, a captivating charm made those male onlookers with vigorous blood feel a hot current rushing from their lower abdomen to their tops.

No wonder the female adventurer scolded the drow elves for being shameless. Their clothes and postures were even more exaggerated than those who sold themselves in the tavern.

"Hey! Brother, you too..."

Just as Carl looked over there, a bearded adventurer came over and showed a knowing smile between men.

Carl waved his hands repeatedly, but the other party seemed to understand something, nodded in a daze, and said nothing more.

'No, what did you understand! ’

Watching the other party walk towards the drow elves’ residence, Carl wanted to explain, but he didn’t know what to explain.

The people nearby were still discussing things about the drow elves, especially the purpose of the other party’s visit.

Carl listened with his ears perked up, and soon understood the reason why these drow elves appeared here.

‘It turned out that the king of Breland was behind this. He actually wanted to hire drow elves to assassinate members of the parliament. This person’s brain circuit is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty Wala students. Unfortunately, his luck is not very good. ’

Because they had cooperated with the Emerald Claws before, the parliament "advised" their nominal king and once again deprived the king of the remaining power.

The angry King of Breland took advantage of the parliament’s elimination of the Black Abyss criminals and the lack of troops, and sent his confidants to hook up with the drow tribe of Xen’drik, wanting to launch a coup.

As a result, although this group of drow elves were good at assassination, they didn’t know much about coups.

After killing several members of the parliament, they asked King Breland for money. As a result, the king could not pay, so they killed the king, robbed his palace in Sarn and fled.

Fortunately, they did not know necromancy, and the parliamentarians and the king were eventually resurrected by the priest.

Breland wanted to lead the army to Xen'drik to attack the drow, but the drow matriarch of this tribe was a deep-minded person.

She actually used the money robbed from Sarn's palace to smooth relations with various countries, saying that they were the drow elves and the countries of Khorvaire to establish diplomatic relations.

The coup was shameful, and Breland did not dare to make it public.

And the drow elves wandered around the countries of Khorvaire in such a big way, and made themselves happy by the way.

Borrowing the mouths of those prostitutes, the above information is now almost spread all over Khorvaire.

The major organizations and kingdoms are very interested in these natural assassins, so they also turn a blind eye.

"The world is so big that there are so many strange things."

After saying this, Carl was about to return to the workshop, but coincidentally, the male adventurer who had bought a ring for his female companion in his shop not long ago actually sneaked into the crowd and went to the Zhuoer station.

As a result, not long after entering the city, he saw the female adventurer wearing the ring and feeding each other desserts with a pretty boy.

"What kind of people are these!"

As a pure love warrior, Carl cursed in a low voice and went back to the store.

The war terracotta still didn't come. Carl sighed and put away the mantis blade prosthesis.

He was still confident in the equipment he made, but he didn't cooperate.

Looking at the sky, Carl closed the shop and went back to the back room to sleep.

...

In the second half of the night, the Zhuoer station was still brightly lit.

Those male adventurers who came to see the world fought all night long, as if they would not stop until all the surplus food was handed over.

But not all drow elves were making peace with men. Some drow elves wrapped in cloth looked at all this coldly, like ghosts wandering in the camp.

"Captain! The expansion of that sect is too fast. If it continues like this, we drow elves will..."

In a tent, a relatively young drow elf looked at his captain with shame and anger.

The drow elves were originally assassins created by the giant king with the shadow of the elves. They were once famous for their cold and superb assassination skills.

But I don't know since when, a sect that believes in an unknown god named "Spider Queen Rose" appeared in the drow elves.

This so-called god has no response to believers, but those indulgent doctrines have attracted many drow elves to join the church.

Now, the reputation of the drow elves, the original executioner race, has been changed.

Although this reputation is not very good.

The drow gathered in this tent are "conservatives" who still stick to their bottom line. They have always wanted to change the self-degrading behavior of their fellow tribesmen.

Especially since they recently discovered that since coming to Khorvaire, their fellow tribesmen have become more and more unscrupulous.

"The team will be stationed here for a while. You will leave the team tomorrow and join the adventure group as an ordinary outsider adventurer."

After a long time, the drow called the captain said so.

Her tone was very cold, but she also revealed a sense of helplessness.

The other drow wanted to say something, but the assassin captain continued:

"We accepted the king's invitation because we were desperate in our hometown, thinking that we could make a name for ourselves on this continent with our strength, but Khorvaire is not Xen'drik after all.

The mistress and I have discussed that our tribe will rely on sex to infiltrate Khorvaire and find one or more backers so that we can gain a foothold here.

Survival is the top priority."

At this point, the assassin captain stopped talking.

The other drow in the tent stood in a daze, then saluted her and left one by one.

...

In the early morning, Carl woke up from the dream world.

After a simple tidying up, he opened the store and started business like the previous two days.

Last night in the dream world, Carl suddenly remembered the bag of parts he brought back to the academy.

Although the models were different, he felt that those parts were a bit too similar to the body structure of the war forged a few days ago.

Relying on his memory, Carl restored the body of the war forged in the dream world and redesigned it.

Unfortunately, there is no ready-made war forged for him to practice with.

It has been four days since he went to the Drow Station. In one more day, he will be able to return to the academy.

Karl glanced aimlessly at his workshop and habitually took out a book, intending to study the knowledge in it while there were no customers.

But at this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Manager? Is the manager here?"

The voice was vaguely familiar. Karl stood up and looked outside.

A short man ran into the store. Karl looked closely and found that it was the halfling who sold him the can of white liquid a few days ago.

'Yo? This is to catch my sheep and fleece it! '

He was about to summon the power armor to teach him a lesson, but two other figures ran in immediately.

It is not quite accurate to say that there are two people. It should be two women carrying a tin man.

The one in front is a wolf-shaped beastman, with a human figure in the fluffy fur, the type that a heavy Fury fan will be ecstatic about.

The one behind was a drow, but she was wrapped tightly, unlike the other people in the camp outside.

As for the one on the stretcher...

"Huh?"

Karl was shocked to find that the tin man on the stretcher was the war figurine who had agreed with him to help him experiment with prosthetics.

Karl could recognize the arm that he had repaired.

At this time, the war figurine was already dead, with its head separated from its body, a large part missing from its abdominal cavity, and the alchemical solution dried up on the metal parts. Analogous to humans, it was equivalent to a corpse that had been beheaded, disemboweled, and dead for a long time.

"How did this happen?"

"I, we were chasing fugitives, but we were ambushed. The third brother and I were trapped in the mountains. The second brother escaped and broke through to save us, but unfortunately he...

I sold that thing to you to raise enough money to hire this drow elf to take back my second brother's body."

As he spoke, the halfling actually cried directly.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the corpse of the war forged in embarrassment, Carl was a little confused about why these people came to him.

The artificer didn't have the resurrection spell either!

"Manager, it's like this, my second brother can still be resurrected, but the head needs to be connected, you see..."

When Carl heard this, his eyes lit up.

Just when he wanted to study the war forged, a war forged came to his door.

Before Carl nodded in agreement, the halfling had already taken out a pile of gold coins from the dimension bag.

Look at the packaging, isn't it the gold coins that Carl paid at the beginning?

But after the halfling took it out, he took back 700 gold coins, then looked at Carl and said embarrassedly:

"The priest wants 700 gold coins to resurrect, that..."

Handing the rest of the money in front of Carl, the halfling smiled apologetically.

The drow on the side seemed a little dissatisfied with the reward that the halfling paid to Carl. This was inevitable. The halfling only paid her 100 gold coins, but Carl only paid 60.

But she risked her life to save the war figurines, while Carl only needed to move his hands.

"Come with me."

Having someone carry the war figurines into the house, Carl went directly to the lathe and started processing parts.

After more than an hour of hammering, the original war figurines were gradually repaired.

And Carl also had a clearer understanding of the structure of the war figurines.

"Okay, the important parts have been repaired, and the alchemical solution for the war figurines has been replenished. Take him to heal quickly!"

After receiving the gold coins, Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead and signaled that they could leave.

The halflings and beastmen thanked him repeatedly and left the store.

Looking at the drow standing in the store, Carl asked curiously:

"Do you want to buy anything?"