Arcane Journey

The drow warrior Morand seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly patted his head, pretending to wake up from a dream, and looked at Brian, saying maliciously:
"Oh, how could I have forgotten this? All human slaves in our ancient Orens city must first have their tongues cut off and their ears pierced. I think this one is no exception, right? Brother Jack, if you want to order this slave to do something, you have to let him know first."

A sly light flashed in Gojek's eyes, and he smiled sinisterly, "Morand is right. Body language can often go deeper into people's hearts than words and leave a lasting impression. It seems that I should show him some basic drow sign language first, so that this new human slave will understand that his fate is closely linked to ours."

As he spoke, Ge Jack took out a long whip inlaid with ferocious spider patterns from his waist.

The long whip seemed to carry the power and majesty of a certain drow family, and every touch seemed to trigger a resonance of darkness.

He swung the whip violently, and the whip drew a sharp arc in the air, making a crisp "crackling" sound like thunder, echoing in the air, and even the air was shocked by this power.

In this solemn atmosphere, Ge Jack's words were even more cold and ruthless: "Boy, today is the beginning of your submission to me."

His provocative voice was like cold molten iron, flowing in the air and condensing into ruthless orders.

Immediately afterwards, the black whip tip shot out like a crossbow arrow, accompanied by a loud bang and a "pop", and the exquisite wine glass in Brian's hand was instantly smashed to pieces.

The wine splashed everywhere, spilling all over his hands, and his body instantly stiffened, maintaining his original drinking posture, as if frozen.

For a moment, Brian, who had his back to the two of them, was still drinking, as motionless as a clay puppet, and looked as if he was frightened and stunned.

Seeing this, Zhuo Er's mouth twitched cruelly twice. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain. He shouted: "Human slave, roll over here immediately! Otherwise, I don't mind continuing to show you Zhuo Er's craftsmanship."

His voice was full of threats and intimidation, as if to completely break Brian's will.

Faced with this sudden change, Brian couldn't help but sigh, and the few pieces of wood in his hand scattered in the wind.

With a slightly helpless look on his face, he looked up at the bartender who had already left not far away, and said with a smile, "This wine was spilled before it was finished. What a pity! It's really a waste. If you don't mind, can you give me another glass? Of course, you can also introduce me to your other fine wines."

His voice was calm and gentle, without a trace of anger, and his eyes were always looking at the bartender. He never took the two drow elves who were causing trouble seriously.

It seemed that in his eyes, these two guys were no different from clowns.

There is no doubt that the two drow elves were immediately angered by Brian's disregard.

In the dim bar, their faces were burning with anger.

At this moment, if it was in the darkness outside the hotel, the blazing red light was enough to illuminate the surrounding area within a kilometer, and the eyes were like the flames of flashing lava, full of violence and murderous intent.

Morand took a deep breath and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

It was a sword that had been honed over the years and was extremely sharp.

He gently grasped the tip of the sword with his fingers and pressed it downward, and the sword body bent into a graceful arc.

Suddenly, he let go of his fingers, and the tip of the sword shot out like an arrow, making a crisp "bang" sound.

Then, this extraordinary drow elf attacked as swiftly as a cheetah, and his long sword pierced Brian's back with fierce murderous intent.

His intention seemed obvious, which was to pierce Brian's heart with a sword.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire pub froze.

The spectators all around put down what they were doing and focused their attention on this thrilling blow, holding their breath for fear of missing this exciting moment.

The half-orc bartender, who was almost scared to death, had already closed his eyes and picked up a tray to block himself, hoping that the blood splattering everywhere would not be too troublesome for him to clean up.

Faced with this situation, Brian remained indifferent, and even couldn't help but curl up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He laughed as if what Morand sent him was not a deadly sword, but a useless wooden stick.

In this slightly stuffy space, there was a sudden howling of wind, and the blowing cold wind was as sharp as an arrow, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

The dark elf's sword-wielding hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his breathing was choked, as if a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds was pressing on his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe in a single breath. Then, his face was distorted due to lack of oxygen, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Even his arm, which he had swung with all his might, lost control in an instant and bent involuntarily with the wind. The sword, which was shining with cold light, instantly chopped back at him.

All this happened so fast as lightning that it was impossible to react.

The drow elves were terrified at this moment.

He wanted to throw away his weapon, but his limbs seemed to be frozen by the bone-chilling cold and could not obey his own orders.

The flashing sword blade cut through the air and instantly slashed across Morand's throat with a fierce momentum.

At this moment, everyone in the venue held their breath, and the air seemed to freeze.

Gojack watched all this in amazement, and he quickly swung out his whip, trying to wrap around Morand's arm.

However, as the afterimage swayed, the long whip hit the ground heavily, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Morand's body was thrown backwards like a cannonball.

Accompanied by the "bang bang bang" sounds of tables and chairs falling over, the dark elf's body slammed heavily under the stage in the center of the venue, knocking down a group of onlookers and drawing waves of curses from people of all races.

Everything happened in a flash, it was shocking.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the noise in the bar fell silent in an instant.

Most of the people in the bar stared at Brian, who remained calm and composed, with eyes wide open and full of disbelief.

They seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and could not take their eyes off him.

Brian sat there as steady as a rock, looking calm and composed, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

His eyes were deep, revealing endless wisdom and composure; in this farce, he did not even make any exaggerated movements or make any noise, but he exuded an aura that could not be ignored.

No one saw how he made the move. His movements were quick and smooth, as if they came naturally by instinct.

In an instant, he had taught these two arrogant drow warriors a lesson.

"Okay, now that the farce is over, it's time for Miss Orianna to come out." Brian said casually to the crowd.

The voice just fell.

A drow mage dressed in sexy and revealing clothes walked out of the crowd.

Her eyes are deep and fiery, revealing an indescribable charm and mystery. She is wearing a violet robe, revealing her slender and charming legs and exquisite and graceful figure, which is very enviable.

The violet robe glowed with a mysterious and alluring light in the dim light, as if hiding endless magic power.

Each step exudes a sultry breath, leaving a deep and elegant dark mark on the bar.

And when she walked by, a strong and alluring scent filled the air, like the most attractive fragrance in the dark night.

This sexy, revealing, mysterious and seductive drow mage is like the most mysterious and moving shadow in the darkness, which makes all eyes fall for her. In the dim and quiet environment, she presents a beautiful picture that touches the heart and leads to dreams.

"Dear Master, I told you that we will meet again soon. How is it? Are you surprised?"

Orianna twisted her slender waist and walked towards Brian.

Her dark red thin belt outlined her perfect curves, and every step she took exuded charming magic and elegance. (End of this chapter)