The Tuckers family's mansion is huge and impressive.

The natural rock shape is already magnificent, but over the past few centuries, the Miss Tarks has added countless fine carvings.

The round arch is flashing with purple demon fire, and the magic spider web bar is even said to be woven by Rose himself.

But in Santira's opinion, it was a bit too exaggerated.

From the perspective of a wizard, although it is gorgeous, it is a bit too much.

The door opened outward as she approached, and a group of Tuckers warriors bowed to her.

The ogre servant hurriedly stepped forward and took her mount away. Eight fully armed Drow women, the elite guards from the mistress, led her through the winding corridors and headed straight to the center of the fortress: Rose God Hall.

The young wizard marched with the guards, and her mood became more and more uneasy as the temple approached.

As the bell rings at midnight, Santira walks into the hall hall.

The two most powerful Rose priestesses in the city of Guorens came into her eyes.

They are all high-level priests of Rose and typical representatives of the followers of Spider-God Queen.

Wearing a dark priest robe and a serious and pious look, was Marina, the guardian of the Rose God Church.

This boring and lazy guardian had a strong belief in Rose and rarely left the temple she loved.

The other one is Elisabeta, the mistress of the Tuckers family, the ruler of the first family and the best choice to be the mistress of the family.

In Santira's opinion, this old bastard is simply a vicious spider with two legs.

The cold, extreme, ruthless and efficient, and even her slightly gloomy and majestic image made her a little timid.

Santila saw her magic tutor standing behind her two sisters.

When she noticed the strange indifference on the other person's face, the anxiety in her heart increased.

In the temple.

Standing strikingly above the three sisters of Tuckers is a huge magical illusion, which is a tribute dedicated to the Spider God Queen Rose, which is endlessly changing between the giant spider and the beautiful Drow woman.

About ten years ago, her father, the chief wizard, personally created this amazing illusion to please the mistress of the Tuckers family.

This magical illusion is one of the conditions for her to be raised by the Tuckers family.

"You finally arrived." As usual, Miss Elisabeta's tone was stern and emotional.

Santila bowed deeply to her, her eyes flashed, and she deliberately said in a frivolous tone, "As far as you tell me, Aunt Tuckers."

"It's the mistress!"

Marina scolded sternly, and her anger for Santira's lack of respect was clearly expressed in words.

Santila is unheard of.

Unruly is just one of the reasons why this high-level priest who is most devout to the Spider God Queen hates her.

In fact, there are deeper reasons.

One night a year ago, Marina worshipped Rose as devoutly as usual.

But she hid quietly in the darkness, using the power of magic to activate the two spider silks, vividly imitating her unique staggering gait and exaggerated kneeling posture.

The prank in front of the temple, Santira once thought that this incident would annoy the Spider God Queen.

But strangely, Rose was not unhappy about it. It seemed that even the evil god would occasionally appreciate a little black humor, so that her Aunt Marina could only suppress her anger.

"Praise Rose, one day, the capricious Spider God Queen will be tired of her tricks, but now, this naughty girl undoubtedly won Rose's favor." Afterwards, this was how the mistress Elisabeta analyzed.

It is precisely because of this sentence that she almost entered the Spider Academy where the priestess was trained.

As usual.

The guardian of the temple took a deep breath and prepared to speak out loud and scold him.

But to Santira's surprise, Miss Tuckers waved his hand and kept her sister quiet. She leaned forward, stared at her for a long time, and spoke slowly.

"You can see that you are over thirty years old, but you did not enter the academy as required by the law and customs, and when you were supposed to be ready to serve the Tuckers family, you wasted nearly fifteen years for you to have fun."

"I am from the Pmoor family." Santira raised her head and firmly faced her mistress. "My family has been destroyed for centuries, so I am not a noble."

"Besides," she stressed: "I made good use of this time, and my father arranged the best magic training for me."

A smile climbed up the corner of the mouth of the mistress Elisabeta. She swept over the angry Jolana and said softly to Santila, "Don't worry, child. Soon, you are a real nobleman, the most dazzling princess of the Tuckers family. When you complete the blood sacrifice, I will personally accept you as your adopted daughter to make up for the regrets of your dead mother's death."

"Is this my father's decision?" The young wizard's expression changed slightly.

Haidow refuses her to join the Tuckers family, and as his only daughter, he doesn't want her to be the target of countless plots.

This was what he told me in person, Santira thought.

"The old Ross beast will definitely be angry and crazy." Miss Elisabeta sniffed mockingly, showing an evil smile, "but he has no choice. This is the outcome of his lack of piety towards Rolo."

The old bastard finally revealed her purpose, and Santira thought in anger.

She couldn't help but maliciously think about the reason why Elisabeta never had a spouse.

Some obscure rumors even believe that the mistress's hobby is difficult to understand even according to the standards of the Drow Elves.

But it is obviously unwise to say these things.

Her heart sank, but she knew it was impossible to avoid this disaster. The most important thing at the moment was to become a real Zoer recognized by Rose through her blood sacrifice ceremony.

Santila nodded with extraordinary difficulty.

So, she saw the smirk of the old bastard Elisabeta again.

This made her begin to consider whether to secretly arrange a monitoring spell in the old bastard's bedroom, and then publish the crystal image at the ancient Orences festival.

In this case, some obscure rumors will be made public, which must be very exciting, she thought maliciously.

"Are you ready for prey?" The mistress turned around and asked her second sister.

"Yes."

Jolana nodded with a gloomy expression, "The young drow standing in front of us shows great potential, which is in line with our expectations of her, and if she is not given a real test, it will be an insult to the future princess of the First Family."

"I see."

Miss Elisabeta raised her eyebrows and said coldly to Jonara in threatening words, "Very good, as long as it is within the rules of the blood sacrifice, this is your privilege, and I will not ask. But do you know that if any misfortune occurs, you will be the first to bear the brunt?"

"The great spider-ghost Queen Rose has been watching her devout people." Jolana did not answer directly. She looked at the image respectfully and questioned, "Are you doubting my belief in Rose?"

"Praise Rose!" Marina whispered.

It turned out that the old bastard's status was threatened, so she was pulling out allies, and Santira, who was watching coldly, saw the reason.

"Santila, the future princess of the Tuckers family, are you ready?" Miss Elisabeta looked at her.

Santila bowed deeply, trying her best to hide the anxiety in her heart and make her performance calm.

"Then, this will be the prey you have been waiting for for a long time." Jonara raised her arms and then waved her to the sides of her body.

A slight crackling sound was heavy in the room, and the humid air sounded, and a strange magic array light suddenly flashed on the ground.

Every pair of eyes in the hall turned around, looking forward to the upcoming prey.

Santilla looked at the surging light uneasily.

The moment the light of the magic circle dissipated.

A half-elf male wearing a black cloak appeared in front of everyone.

"This is an insult!"

Seeing the face of the prey clearly, Santira's emotions became very excited and blurted out in anger and confusion. "I always thought that my blood sacrifice would be a test of skill and courage, a hunting of dangerous creatures on the surface. He is a wise race, and this blood sacrifice humiliated him and insulted me."

"Rareless! You have mistakenly understood the meaning of the blood sacrifice and cannot blame others." Marina, the guardian of the temple, said coldly:

"You have heard so many stories of surprise attacks of surface commandos over the years. What do you think are slaughtering? Could it be a domestic animal like the Ross beast? Prey is prey! Whether it is two legs or four legs, it is prey sacrificed to the Spider God Queen!"

"I won't do that." Santila refused coldly.

She turned her head and a huge cage appeared in her sight.

This is a sacrifice prepared for the ritual of blood, surrounded by huge magically fed spiders, the core of Tuckers's guardian power.

In fact, huge spiders stand guard everywhere—in every corner of the room, on every step leading to the throne, and even hanging from the ceiling of the room through long glowing silk.

"You have no right to choose in this matter." Miss Elisabeta looked at the stubborn wizard and said slowly, "Choose prey is the mistress's business, and what hunting is also defined by them."

"This battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormier."

Jonara couldn't help but smile, "Will be teleported to an abandoned cave southeast of the ancient Orence City. And you will be escorted into a nearby tunnel. No matter what weapons and means you use, you must capture and kill this half-elves. If it fails within ten dark cycles, your hunt will end in failure."

“Bring this with you.”

She said, handing Santira a small glass bottle, "The tunnels in the wild are very complex, and many young drows will fail the mission because they cannot find their prey. Take this with me, no matter how far you go, your prey will chase you, completely eliminating your worries about finding prey."

"Isn't there any room for maneuver?"

Santila took the little bottle blankly, and looked at her with sad eyes for the last time, and her desperate whispers clearly showed her mood at this moment.

“You are very talented and well trained, and we are very confident in your success.”

Jonara comforted her with a perfunctory smirk, "Otherwise, you will be killed by your prey. This is the challenge and rules of the Blood Sacrifice, and the truth of our drow elves' lives!"
To be continued...