Warlock Royal Family

Even when he was sleeping, Drizzt Durden kept his hands on his scimitar.

But he knew he couldn't sleep, not because he was in a dark, dank basement.

Although the dark and damp basement is not a good place to rest, it is not a problem for Drizzt Durden.

It doesn't matter if you are uncomfortable, the most important thing is safety.

He was safely in the territory of the Kingdom of Hungary. [

The real reason was that he was savoring the feeling of being on the verge of death. Although he had danced in the blade several times, Szastan's finger of death was also the experience that brought him the closest to death.

For a king, a rare item that is immune to instant death magic effects is also a very expensive item for a powerful warrior like Drizzt Durden.

He'd rather spend his money on bracers that would allow him to maintain his human form for an hour a day than that.

He is confident that he can rely on his will and body skills to fight against things like "Finger of Death" and "Disintegration Technique". Although the experience just now made him feel scared, speaking rationally, his choice was right.

Since even the "finger of death" of the powerful Sazastan can't kill him, then no one in this world can kill him with similar skills.

Drizzt Durden gained a great deal of self-confidence from the contest just past, and he was sure that he could survive in this strange place.

Not only his personal strength, but the forces behind him also showed the same efficiency as they claimed.

Six hours had passed since the fierce battle last night, and it was three hours before we crossed the border.

Now he is resting in an Ottoman intelligence post in a small town on the eastern side of the border between the kingdoms of Austria and Hungary.

Perhaps Ladislaus was very dissatisfied with his own intelligence system, he was more or less influenced by the image of the KGB that Li Di could not remember.

I'm thinking too much.

In fact, his men have done a very good job.

The enemy's choice is the best compliment.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the retreat plan drawn up by Ibrahim Pasha, who moved his top men across the border to reassure himself.

This is of course because attacking Austria and then retreating into Hungary can bring the enemy a blind spot, and it is also because the Hungarian intelligence system is the real capability.

From the Carpathians to the Adriatic, Ibrahim Pasha's intelligence network was everywhere.

In a sense, the Ottoman sultan knew Hungary better than the Hungarian king.

Ibrahim Pasha and his bosses in many ways knew the truth better than Louis II, who had to rely on bureaucrats to understand his country.

Their limited but efficient manpower makes them sharper and more authoritative. [

Ibrahim Pasha was even more or less aware of the treacherous production of Hungarian war horses in the past few years, and the hidden black hands of Ladislaus.

Compared to Hungarian intelligence agencies.The Austrian intelligence service was a very effective institution, and Ibrahim Pasha did not dare to leave his valuable subordinates in Austria.

There, his tentacles were not sharp enough, and his hiding place was not deep enough. In Hungary, Ibrahim Pasha could not only rest assured of the safety of his subordinates, but also dared to enter this area himself.

Of course, as a dark-skinned drow, Drizzt Durden still had to hide in the dark and damp basement.

But in any case, the environment here is a hundred times stronger than the slums in Timbatuk, at least it is not surrounded by corpses and feces.There are also very soft and dry beds.

The owner of the house, a pair of agents pretending to be a couple or just a couple, cleaned the basement well. Although the darkness and humidity in the basement can't be changed, at least there are no mosquitoes breeding.

And Drizzt Durden could enjoy all kinds of moldy and rotten food quietly surrounded by corpses and excrement.

And the food here is really good, although its strength is slightly inferior to that of Jarlaxle, and it is still one step away from "protecting the country".But it was enough for Ottoman's intelligence personnel to provide him with the best food within their capabilities.

One hand goes to take the food, the other hand is still on the machete.

The soft white bread made his throat feel very comfortable, and with the lubrication of the fragrant milk, Drizzt Durden enjoyed the treatment he deserved.

He does deserve it all.

When the lady agent delivered the food, she said that she could provide other relaxing services. This is a pretty Syrian woman. There are crusaders from here in her ancestors, so her appearance is difficult to distinguish among Hungarians.

For the locals.The couple who came to inherit the property of their distant uncle a few years ago are not strange at all, but they are both beautiful.

But Drizzt Durden rejected her proposal. Although he had accepted a lot of Jarlaxle's way of life, he was not Jarlaxle after all.

He no longer adheres to many early creeds over the years.

But there are some things he still insists on, such as he only sleeps with the women he really likes.

Of course, Drizzt can only protect his own moral standards on such personal matters, he has been working for the Ottoman Empire for too long.

As Suleiman's minion, as Ibrahim Pasha's number one subordinate, he really had to give up a lot.Even the noblest conscience and soul of the drow had to make a choice.

For example, killing an innocent widowed old man and then forging a will so that a spy couple can lurk down.

Drizzt Durden wasn't involved in creating the site, but he did something similar.

Lying on the bed, Drizzt Durden's thoughts were not at peace.

At this time, he should have a good rest, but he just couldn't help thinking about it. [

He did see Entreri again, and though Jarlaxle kept him from joining the siege, Drizzt Durden was sure it was Entreri.

This reunion was not entirely accidental, from Jarlaxle's intelligence a few days ago.He knew that his former rival was now at the service of the Habsburgs, and seemed to be the real big man in Austria.

Drizzt Duden has served the Ottoman Empire for decades, but he has been serving the Ottoman Empire across the Mediterranean Sea in the Levant and the Nile River Valley in exchange for the Ottoman Empire supporting his people.

Drizzt Durden didn't like this kind of life.But he didn't choose. At first, it was because Jarlaxle had a relationship with the Ottomans. The supplies of the Ottoman Empire made the Banrui family seem to be about to destroy the other drow families in Timbatuk and establish a unified rule.

Make the Baenre family the royal family of the drow?

This dire prospect led Drizzt Durden to team up with his most loathed sister and bring the Ottomans on line.

After the Duden family, dozens of drow families, large and small, in Timbatuk have successively established ties with the Ottoman Empire.The Ottomans even had an ambassador in Timbatuk.

In retrospect, it was all Ottoman sleight of hand.

But this is also a helpless choice. The power of the drow city-state is too limited, and Timbatuk is the most powerful city-state farthest from the coastline, so it can still maintain a certain old order.

Most of the city-states on the coastline have been destroyed by the Portuguese fleet, and a few barely survived, such as Port Green, only because of the large amount of tribute provided to Lisbon.

The Portuguese intervened in the trade of the drow world through these ports, and imported slaves at the same time.

Nomadic humans and drow are the worst.But the inhabitants of the city-state were not much better.

The city-states attacked the nomadic tribes, the nomadic tribes attacked the city-states, and the drow killed each other and sold their compatriots to the Portuguese in exchange for armor, weapons, and spell-casting materials they provided.

Scrolls and wonders are an unimaginable luxury in the drow world, and most of their thousands of years of collection have been captured by the enemy or sold at extremely low prices during the disaster year.

Not to mention nomadic tribes, even the oasis city-state's ability to resist disasters is too weak.

Drizzt Durden would rather continue to eat black bread and water by himself, and transport his rations back to his hometown to give to the children who were starving and cold in their clothes.

But he knew it was pointless.The cost of ordinary goods passing through the desert trade route is the same as that of the most expensive goods.

Even the national strength of the Ottoman Empire will only provide a little life-saving food for the drow in the worst harvest year. Most of the time, metal products and salt cloth are the things worth transporting.

However, after Suleiman and his father took full control of Egypt, the situation seemed to be a little better for the drows. Without the harassment of the Mamluks, a little more food and dried fish from the Nile River could be imported into the Sahara Desert.

The Kingdom of Portugal could not continue to go deep into the interior because of its limited population and national strength.

This allowed the Ottoman Empire to free up more power to come to Europa.

The drow elves who made great contributions to the demise of Egypt were transferred to Europe by the Ottoman Empire. It seemed that the ambitious sultan was planning some new conquest.

The families behind Drizzt Durden and Jarlaxle have been greatly rewarded for their efforts, and only the drow products produced by their families can be safely transported to Venice and Liguria through the desert trade routes controlled by the Ottoman Empire And now come the emerging business center Vienna.

Although Lisbon, the capital of the Kingdom of Portugal, which controls the sea route, still gets most of the benefits.But relying on this second channel, Ban Rui and the Duden family benefited a lot.

But the reason why the two of them are really willing to fight here is that they hope that the strategic center of gravity of the Ottoman Empire will leave the Black Continent. Compared with the Kingdom of Portugal, the Ottoman Empire is much more terrifying.

This was their consensus, Drizzt Durden's and Jarlaxle Baenre's.

While the big-headed family leaders, who are not all women now, are still immersed in the illusory joy of the destruction of the old enemy Mamluk, the most visionary characters have already begun to worry about the future.

In the dark, Drizzt Durden recalled his debate with Jarlaxle.At the beginning, Jarlaxle thought that helping the Ottoman Empire was a way to put out fires. Even if the Portuguese temporarily went deep into the interior, they should not come to this battlefield far from home. A stronger Ottoman would not be the blessing of the drow.

Of course, another reason is that the two of them are not very popular in the drow world. They both oppose the sale of drow slaves

To the Portuguese, it makes both of them unlikable in front of the various drow families.

Yes, Jarlaxle was adamant against selling his people to the New World for cannon fodder, but they had fought in Egypt for too long.They are no longer popular in Timbatuk's political environment, and of course they weren't liked by many in the first place.

The Ottoman Empire did not support them either, and the emergence of a powerful drow regime in the south of the Ottoman Empire was not the situation that the Sultan and his shrewd agents hoped for.

In fact, Ibrahim Pasha and his predecessors have spared no effort to sow drow vested interests and visionaries.

Even knowing this is useless, they have a power that drow are difficult to match.

Drizzt Durden was resting.Also awaiting this agent.

Ibrahim Pasha came to Hungary several months ago. Suleiman believed that his other subordinates were enough to take care of the routine work, and the most important subordinates should be used for the most dangerous and most creative work.

"Boom, boom, boom." The Syrian woman was knocking again, Drizzt Durden could tell from the force and frequency.

Is it Ibrahim Pasha?

Drizzt Durden glanced at the hourglass beside the bed. The punctual pasha always arrived 5 minutes earlier, but this time it seemed that he was 6 or 7 minutes earlier.

Drizzt Durden took his dual knives in his hands and sat up. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)