Because they are needed there?

In Santila's view, this explanation was too simple and perfunctory for her to understand.

If she gets serious, she will be a drow who is very good at analyzing subtext and motives.

So she took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked into Brian's eyes seriously and intently.

For a moment, Santila caught a glimpse of fleeting sadness in the battle mage's eyes, like obsidian blocks that suddenly shone brightly in the dark underworld.

It came and went so quickly, Santila doubted Brian was even aware of it.

A strange person with a contradictory heart, she secretly made an evaluation of him.

It is hard to imagine that one person can be compatible with many complex qualities such as sympathy, pity, kindness, cunning, wisdom and ruthlessness at the same time.

"To be honest, I envy you adventurers who can travel everywhere." Santila was silent for a long time, then sighed and said in an envious tone.

She said while stroking her thick long hair.

The white hair that hung down to the side of her face silently blocked her weird smile and cunning eyes that shimmered on her pretty face.

"There's nothing to envy about this."

Brian didn't notice, or he didn't pay attention to the expression of the drow wizard at all, "You are a wizard. When you grow up, you can learn to cast many portal spells freely. As long as you use them properly, you can do whatever you want.

Any place is fine.”

"useless."

Santila shook her head, "Teleportation spells are as precious as magic gems. In ancient Orens, magic secrets are carefully preserved and stingy in sharing. This is not just a matter of greed, but for survival.

The masters who teach this kind of magic in the Warlock Academy will carefully control any knowledge in this area. Moreover, they are also treacherous guys, and many portals have hidden requirements and secret restrictions, so they cannot be entered or exited on a whim."

"That's it." Brian nodded thoughtfully.

It can be seen that the other party has probably thought of this method a long time ago, but has been unable to put it into action.

As Santila said, many portals have hidden requirements and secret restrictions. If you are not careful, you will lose your life or fall into the trap of others.

What's more, the city of Ancient Orens is a drow city full of conspiracy and betrayal.

It can be seen from this.

This rebellious and willful drow is more cunning and smart than imagined. The reason why she is alive today is not only the invisible deterrent of her father, the chief mage, but also has a lot to do with her own conduct in life.

Thinking of this, an immature idea emerged in his mind.

"After my coming-of-age ceremony is over, I guess."

Santila said sadly, "My free and unrestrained life is very likely to come to an end. They will definitely let me go to the Warlock Academy to study and learn the true way of drow."

"Are their thoughts important to you?" Brian asked tentatively.

"To be precise, it is very important to my survival." Santila answered frankly.

Brian looked at her and was silent for a long time, and then he spoke quickly, "Don't you have other choices?"

"Go to the surface?" Santila raised her head, shook her long hair, and smiled sarcastically.

"That is indeed good, but what next? What will dawn bring? I will be hated by every human and elf under the sun, and be rounded up by them. With my current strength, it is impossible to protect myself, so what is the point of searching?

The Lost Temple of Wandering.”

"That's true." Brian agreed dryly.

He somewhat sympathized with the plight of this bright-minded Drow girl.

In fact, she is not the only drow who longs for the surface world.

In the city of Menzoberranzan in the north of the continent, a drow once escaped from the underground and successfully integrated into the life of the surface world.

However, this drow ranger with a kind and bright heart is much luckier than Santila.

Because when he left the underground, his strength was close to the legendary level, and his profession was not a wizard with great restrictions.

All he had to do was adapt to the sunlight on the surface and chop with two scimitars.

Drow wizards are different. The Underdark is filled with a special magical energy that the drow call leyline radiation.

This arcane power of unknown origin is said to be traceable to an ancient elven magic when the drow were exiled from the earthly world.

Drow and other Underdark creatures use the properties of leyline radiation itself to defend their settlements, or to cast magic and craft magical equipment.

This means that when drow wizards leave the underground world where they live, their spellcasting methods affected by the radiation energy of the earth's veins will also be severely restricted in the surface world.

"Look at this." Santila reached out and grabbed the corner of the cloak and showed it to him.

"As long as we are on the surface world, the magic power of magic equipment is dimming every moment. Far away from the radiation of the earth's veins in the underdark area, its magic power will disappear quickly, and the spells I rely on for survival will also be greatly weakened.

Here, I can walk quietly, and no one can see me. Under the sunlight on the surface, I am vulnerable, and everyone can see it. My weapons, my armor, and my casting materials will all be damaged.

Melted by the sun.”

"Then you can try to learn a new way of survival." Brian suggested to her cautiously.

"In fact, that's what I fear."

Santila whispered desperately, "You don't understand at all. You want me to abandon my talents, forget the drow culture, give up the drow magic that I have learned for more than 20 years, and then start over in the surface world. This is not good for me.

Say, it’s a bit too cruel.”

"Each of us must follow the path of our own choosing."

Brian criticized her gently, "Since you have regarded walking in the temple as a great mission in your life, then you must keep going forward.

Don’t forget that the magic we master is a kind of mystery, and it makes countless arcane spells pursue powerful forces that are difficult to understand throughout their lives. Believe in the power and knowledge of arcane spells, it will help you solve all obstacles."

"Remember, in the vast starry sky and universe, there will always be a star of your own, which will guide you through the unknowable darkness."

As he spoke, he came to Santila's side.

Then he stretched out his hand, and the magic shackles, keys, maps and scrolls all fell into his hands.

Unknowingly, the two of them had been chatting for a long time and he had to leave.

"Brian, thank you."

Santila raised her head, stood up, looked directly at him with her sky-blue eyes, and gave him her most charming smile, "I'm really sorry. I once again took advantage of your overflowing sympathy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian suddenly felt the magic shackles he had just put on jingle, and indescribable magic energy pouring out.

He felt an unparalleled weakness rushing through his body, and finally his whole body went limp and he fell weakly on the soft bed.

She did some tricks on it, which was the first thought that came to Brian's mind.

Thinking of this, he turned his palm and immediately took out the key, trying to open the shackles that restricted magic.

However, to his disbelief, the key turned out to be a fake.

This means that from the moment Santila entered the room, she had already begun to plot against herself.

Brian secretly cursed himself for being so careless, and then he raised his head with difficulty, pretending to be calm and looking at Santila.

The drow girl sat in front of him, met his gaze proudly, and let out a clear and melodious laugh, mocking but not malicious, "Relax, dear Brian, I finally let you fall into my hands,

I’m not going to kill you again just for a fireball.”

Brian relaxed because it was really difficult for him to concentrate his strength at this moment.

This made him realize that he was not only subject to forbidden magic, but also a debilitating spell that lost his power.

Fortunately, he could sense that this cunning drow girl meant no harm.

He thought comfortingly.

"Now, do you still think..." Santila leaned next to Brian and said in a frivolous tone, "Do you think I am a stupid crow who can't even sing well?"

"No."

Brian shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "At this moment, you look more like a vindictive crow that spits at passers-by."

"So what?" Santila stroked the hair on his forehead carelessly, blew into his ear, and said softly, "It is the nature of us drow elves to hold grudges."

Brian shook his itchy hair around his ears, trying to stop her harassment.

He was too lazy to chat with her and went straight to the topic, "We have something to talk about."

"That's not okay, I can't be so easy on you." Santila seemed to have thought of something, her pretty face turned purple with anger, and she said angrily:

"Don't forget what you did to me in the wild tunnel, so as a vengeful crow, I'm so sorry, I must return it intact."

"I did that to make you believe me."

When Brian heard this, he smiled bitterly and muttered to defend himself: "You have also seen it. In fact, I was only joking with you. If you listened to me honestly, how could you be so troubled."

"But I take it seriously." Santila looked at him with an eager expression, which really scared Brian.

"What do you want?" Brian lowered his head and whispered weakly.

"To be honest." Santila seemed to enjoy his current appearance. She put away her frivolous expression, raised her chin, and said seriously in a haughty tone:

"If I were willing, during the blood sacrifice ceremony five days ago, you would die instantly with just one look."

"Of course I know." Brian admitted frankly.
To be continued...