The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Shadowblade slowly walked out from the sidelines, and even with his experience, his heart was stirred at this moment.

She was only a level 18 Shadow Assassin, yet she could perfectly control six shadow clones at once, each with a strength at least equivalent to a level 16 elite Shadow Assassin. However, these were not real clones, but merely false phantoms.

Normally, the illusionary clone is weaker than the real clone, which is weaker than the original body.

Each true clone is essentially a part of the original body, capable of sharing damage; however, if a clone is injured, the original body will also be injured.

The illusory phantom is a complete phantom clone, unrelated to the original body. If the phantom dies, the original body remains unharmed.

Shadowblade recalled the Shadow Clone he used when he was level 18. The real clone was at the level of a level 16 ordinary Shadow Assassin, but the fake illusion clone was only at the level of a level 10 Shadow Assassin. Moreover, he could not control six clones at once, which required strong control ability.

Not to mention, her true form also used the Shadow Walker's ninth-level spell, Shadow Synchronization, to perfectly "graft" herself onto a shadow in the environment, achieving a level of concealment that was almost "I am the shadow," which even he almost overlooked.

From this perspective, her level 18 Shadow Walker strength is also quite solid.

She is said to be under 150 years old.

At such a young age, she possesses such strength. Even within the Nightshade Clan, there is no other level 18 Shadow Assassin or Shadow Walker as young as her, yet she has mastered both to the extreme.

Even Shadowblade felt a sense of appreciation for her talent.

"The test is over. You won, Moran, you won... flawlessly."

He looked at the three Nightfang members who were still somewhat dazed, and his voice became sterner: "Now, do you know where the gap is between you and a true top genius? Step down and reflect on your actions and train properly."

The three Shadow Elves of Nightfangs lowered their heads in shame, bowed respectfully, and quickly left the training ground.

Only Moran and Shadowblade remained in the arena.

“You have proven your strength.” Shadowblade looked directly at Moran. “Viola was right about you. As agreed, I will now pass on the level 19 and 20 class inheritances that the Shadow Elves possess.”

"Thank you, senior!" Moran was afraid he would change his mind, so she immediately took out the resonance device.

This is the Darklands, home to the Nightveil Clan, a place where secrecy, cunning, slaughter, and pragmatic self-interest are the rules of survival.

In the underground world, "integrity" often needs to be backed by strength and immediate benefits; variables and unexpected events are the norm.

Only when she truly has the inheritance in her hands can she be completely at ease.

Moran explained the functions of the resonance device to him in detail. After listening, Shadowblade made a request: "I need to check this device, and before sharing the inheritance, you need to sign this magical contract!"

“Okay.” Moran wasn’t surprised by his caution. “You can inspect the equipment at will. As for this contract…” She quickly scanned the contract terms with her mental power, and after confirming that it only guaranteed the interests and safety of both parties and that there were no hidden malicious traps or infinitely vague clauses, she nodded and said, “I can sign it now.”

Seeing this, Shadowblade's last trace of doubt vanished: "A wise choice!"

While Shadowblade checked the resonance device, Moran signed the magic contract: "Can we begin now?"

Shadowblade nodded slightly and walked to the sharing end of the resonance device.

Soon, the final part of the inheritance memories belonging to the Shadow Elf profession in Moran's spiritual sea was also completed. She opened her eyes with joy: "Senior Shadowblade, I am extremely grateful! If I obtain the inheritance of the High Elves, I will definitely share a portion with Viola and you!" This was the core reason why Shadowblade agreed to share the inheritance memories.

In that strict magical contract, apart from the safety restrictions, the only clause related to interests was also about this.

The lost legacy of the High Elves holds an irresistible attraction for any branch of the Elf race aspiring to reach the pinnacle of power.

"The transaction is complete. I don't think you need anyone's guidance on how to digest and utilize this legacy. Come with me, and I'll escort you away from the tribe's territory."

After Shadowblade finished speaking, he turned around, and Moran quickly followed.

The two swiftly traversed the intricate and heavily guarded caverns, and the shadow elves they encountered silently retreated upon seeing the shadow blade beside her.

Soon, they arrived at the menacing archway again, beyond which lay a complex labyrinth of caves.

"You'll have to walk the rest of the way yourself. Remember, return the way you came. If anyone tries to stop you, don't hesitate to do so."

Moran knew that the Shadow Elves of the Nightveil Clan had a habit of assassinating outsiders who entered their territory, from the moment they entered until they left the cave labyrinth.

Only those strong enough to withstand assassination attempts are considered capable of keeping the clan's secrets and leaving the Nightshade Clan safely.

This is also a trial for the Nightshade Clan. During this process, some Shadow Elves are killed, but the Nightshade Clan will not pursue the matter.

With Shadowblade by her side, she was spared assassination within the clan's territory. However, once she stepped out of that door, Shadowblade's protection ceased to be effective.

The moment Moran stepped out of the archway, the shadow blade behind him vanished without a trace.

At the same time, a murderous intent swept over us.

Before she had taken three steps, three needle-shaped projectiles, as thin as cow hair and almost completely blending into the darkness, shot out from three different holes in the rock wall, pointing at the back of her neck, her spine, and the back of her knees, respectively.

As if she had foreseen this, her body, with a flexibility that defied the laws of joint theory, made tiny yet extremely precise twists and swaying movements. Three needles grazed the hem of her clothes, embedded themselves in the opposite rock wall, and disappeared without leaving a trace.

She lunged towards the direction from which the hidden weapon had come.

Within minutes, the passageway fell silent again, and three more Shadow Elves lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Aside from the areas where Moran hit them, they had no other external injuries, but they probably wouldn't wake up for a while.

Moran patted non-existent dust off his hands, glanced at the "spoils of war" on the ground, and curled his lip: "Although Senior Shadowblade said not to hold back... it's still a bit unreasonable to kill someone right after getting the inheritance."

That being said, she was by no means gentle.

Those few blows, delivered with just the right amount of hidden force, were designed to ensure that these guys would have a headache or neck pain for days after they woke up, serving as a profound lesson for them.

After all, these guys were using deadly poison needles, aiming at vital points that could instantly paralyze or kill someone, and they didn't hold back when it came to being polite to her.

If it weren't for her superior strength and quick reflexes, she would be the one lying on the ground right now. (End of Chapter)