She learned it from the chief mage and it took her a long time to learn it. Now her efforts must be fully rewarded.

Originally, she didn't plan to use it because she was worried that it would be too dangerous, but seeing the opponent's strength, she thought that if it hit the battle mage, it would at most make him incapacitated and not kill him.

In this case, her long-planned plan can be carried out smoothly.

That's right, what she needs is a living battle mage.

Otherwise, she would have followed her father's instructions and killed him with one blow.

However, what makes Santila depressed is that despite having so many advantages, she still can't subdue him.

Seeing a strange yet familiar energy condensed around the drow wizard in the distance, Brian vaguely guessed what spell she was about to release.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his energy, and after getting rid of the interference of the exploding fireball, he calmly murmured a powerful summoning spell.

The continuous casting of spells had already made him tired.

Fortunately, with the help of Arcane Fire, he has more spells than he imagined.

Otherwise, how could he have fought so far against an opponent who had enough magic equipment and spell scrolls?

——"Three-ring spell: mucus swallowing!"

A deep summoning circle appeared in front of his eyes, and a large piece of Horrible Devourer covered in rotting flesh crawled out of the circle.

This is a huge amoeba-like creature with countless eyes and mouths. It is a conjuration magic he learned from the drow elves.

Brian immediately controlled the summoned creature and used its huge, squirming body to quickly block it in front of him.

At the same time, a deadly spear flashing with pure white force field energy in Santila's hand cut through the darkness of the Underdark and sped towards him.

"Pfft!"

The moment the deadly force field gun hit the Dreadful Body, the surge of magical energy instantly dispelled the magical effect of the summoned object and expelled its projection back to the original world.

Brian immediately took advantage of the moment when the force field gun stopped and dodged its attack range at an extremely fast speed. Finally, it was stuck on a hard stone wall and collapsed without a trace.

Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the figure not far away, out of fear of the fatal trump card that Santila had always kept, he did not dare to move forward unscrupulously.

Otherwise, he would have ended this battle long ago.

He thought for a moment, muttered a spell, and a bright fireball appeared in his palm.

Brian displayed the dangerous fireball, taking one step at a time with a vigilant look on his face, looking at Santila with threatening eyes, and slowly approached her.

Because he could feel that the opponent's magic was almost exhausted, so this was the best time to take action.

"Stop it."

His most powerful spell was neutralized, and the opponent walked over leisurely with fireballs still floating in his palms. Santila completely lost the desire to continue fighting.

Because she felt that she was so tired that it was difficult to breathe.

Santila's sky-blue eyes flickered and she said weakly, "I know what you need. Throw away the fireball and I will give you what you want. I swear on Rose's eighth leg."

"Drow's oaths are never trustworthy." Brian kept his distance and said warily.

"If you don't believe it, I will break this bottle." Santila took out a small glass bottle, raised his arm with difficulty, and pretended to break it.

"Whatever you want." Brian said nonchalantly.

He had never believed that there was a real antidote in the bottle, so Santila's words did not threaten him.

"this......"

Santila was speechless for a moment, but she was smart and quickly figured out the reason.

"So you have to leave me here, is that right?" She said pitifully, brushing her sweat-soaked hair.

"Do you think I have any other choice?" Brian threw the fireball in his hand and replied expressionlessly.

Santila was speechless, a hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Isn't that what happened to her? It was precisely because she didn't want to succumb to the will of the family matron that she chose to make another choice.

Who would have thought that she could not subdue this battle mage with her strength, which made it difficult for her plan to progress.

Thinking of this, she looked at Brian with pity and touched her pocket with her right hand.

Her father gave her a powerful magic equipment that could solve this battle at any time if she wanted to, but she really didn't want to make this choice.

In this case, it means that I can only jump into this spider web that has already been woven.

She was a little unwilling.

Brian, who had never relaxed mentally, naturally noticed Santila's little move immediately.

His eyelids jumped in fright, but he immediately calmed down and waved his hand in a dejected manner, "Forget it, go ahead, I don't want to hurt you."

As he spoke, he dispersed the fireball in his hand.

Santila's groping movements stopped and looked at him curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Vaguely, she seemed to guess what he meant.

"As I said just now, drow's oaths are never trustworthy, so even if I kill you here, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave safely." Brian said with a wry smile.

This time, he spoke the truth.

Because the mistress of the Tux family is ready to accept Santila as an adopted daughter.

If he kills her, even if Jonara lets him go, even if she is lucky enough to pass the test of being a mistress, her old father will kill her.

In the ancient city of Orens.

What Brian is most afraid of is actually Santila's father, the Chief Archmage.

"Why would I take a life when I know it's death?" Brian sighed and said helplessly.

"That's it. That's such a pity. Can we have a chat?"

Santila was stunned for a moment, sitting on a broken stalagmite, hugging her legs and staring at him, "My name is Santila, can you tell me your name?"

"I am... Brian from the Kingdom of Cormyr." Sensing the other party's gradually lowering his guard, Brian knew there was something going on and introduced himself.

"Brian..."

Santila repeated it softly, and suddenly smiled and said, "You are from the human kingdom on the surface, and you are an experienced adventurer. Can you tell me an interesting adventure story?"

"If you think my request is too much, then forget it." She added, looking at him hopefully.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Brian laughed and took two steps forward casually. "There are so many interesting things. Even if we talk about them for three days and three nights, I probably won't be able to finish them all."

"Then you pick an interesting one." Santila was aroused by Brian.

"Okay, let me ask you a question." Brian's eyes flickered and he told her:

"Suppose you were resting in your tent one night and suddenly woke up and saw stars filling the night sky and moonlight spreading over the wilderness. What would be the first thing you would think of?"

"Tent? Stars? Moon?"

Santila put her chin on her knees, recalling the words that belonged to the earth's surface. She thought for a while and said tentatively, "I would think of the vastness of the multiverse and the insignificance of mortals, right?"

"No." Brian pretended to be mysterious and shook his head.

"What is that?" Santila was stunned for a moment and asked.

"If it were me, I would think that my tent had been stolen again." He moved closer to the drow girl and said with a smile.

"The tent was stolen? This..." Santila was startled, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She smiled and smiled, suddenly thinking that the other party was still so calm and calm even though he knew her fate next, she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Have you heard of the crow and the fox?" Brian continued.

"I've seen crows."

Santila thought seriously for a moment and said: "The wizards at the Warlock Academy will tame them and use them as their own magic pets, and this kind of sparkling bird is both beautiful and cunning. As for the fox, it seems to be a little more cunning than the crow."

"Yes." Brian nodded and said softly, "I'll tell you a story about a crow and a fox."

"Okay." Santila moved closer to Brian and nodded happily.

"A crow stole a piece of meat and stood on a big tree. When a fox passing by saw it, his mouth watered and he wanted to get the meat. He stood under the tree and praised the crow for its elegant body, beautiful feathers, and...

She should be the king of birds, and it would be even more deserving if she could make a sound."

Brian concentrated his energy secretly and told her with a smile on his face:

"In order to show that it could make a sound, the crow opened its mouth and screamed loudly, and the piece of meat fell under the tree. The fox ran up, grabbed the piece of meat, and laughed and said: Hey, little crow, if you have a brain, really

Could be the king of birds."

"This story must be a lie. Crows are not that stupid." After hearing his story, Santila retorted: "If it were me, I would definitely put the meat on the big tree first."

"Really?" Brian looked at her with meaningful eyes.

Santila raised her head in confusion to meet his strange gaze.

In a daze, she seemed to see a mysterious spiritual light shining in Brian's eyes.
Chapter completed!