The Heartbeat of the Cruel Elves

After gathering the corpses into a pile and lighting torches, the dark elf troops drove the slaves, loaded with the loot they had just robbed, towards the depths of the rift.

Li Yin was caught up in the large group and returned to the previous landing site. The soldiers climbed up again along the hooks left behind.

This time, there was no Myrcella to help him. When Li Yin thought of this, he felt a little bit of pity in his heart again. A sturdy, flexible, fair and beautiful humanoid creature rushed towards him with a smile on his face just a moment ago, and turned into a hideous and twisted charcoal in the blink of an eye. No matter what, this incident itself was still very shocking.

However, this time, perhaps because he had just experienced fierce killing, bathed in blood, and tasted the taste of death, most of the fear in Li Yin's heart disappeared. He did not need help from others, so he grabbed the hook rope and successfully climbed up the cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, he turned around and subconsciously looked back.

The camp of the Quigo barbarians was burning fiercely. On the pile of corpses, the flames shot up into the sky under the catalysis of grease, and rolled wildly, like the dancing claws of the devil. The thick smoke was mighty and rose straight to the top of the valley. Even standing here, at such a long distance, you could still smell a strong burnt smell.

The dark camp that was quiet before their arrival has now turned into a sea of ​​fire and blood.

A very complicated emotion surged in Li Yin's heart.

Chapter 1 New Power ()

This was his first time to participate in the war of the dark elves. His hard training in the slave camp for so many days finally came in handy. However, at this moment, apart from a little more security for the uncertain future because he had obtained the head of the Quiggo priest, he was not very happy.

He remembered the trembling he felt when he was sorting out the head of Priest Quigo. It was not because of fear, but because of unwillingness.

Of course, he understood that it was a sign of weakness, especially in the cruel underground world, especially since he was dealing with a barbaric and evil race this time. Killing them seemed to be a natural and even virtuous act. Therefore, he had no need and should not feel sorry for it.

But that was this time, what about next time?

This time it was just luck that the dark elves happened to choose an evil and cruel race as their target, so he could rationalize his killing, attribute his unwillingness to weakness, and force himself to overcome and correct himself. But what about next time?

Not all the people living in the Underdark are evil. There are also neutral or kind races such as Fungus People, Underdwarves, and Furu. The Dark Elves are by no means righteous men who enforce justice on behalf of heaven, and they do not wage war to eliminate evil. If they choose to attack other peaceful and kind underground races next time, how should he choose?

Could he still convince himself to wield the blade so easily?

And as a slave, if he fails to faithfully carry out the orders of his "masters", what fate will await him?

Li Yin withdrew his gaze from the bottom of the canyon, turned around and looked forward again. The hard rock surface continued to extend towards the horizon. The world was dark and empty.

His legs trembled slightly and he once again felt the urge to run away.

Yes, run away.

This was not only his first time to participate in the war of the dark elves, but also his first time to leave the city since he was captured and brought into the city of Nevre. It would be impossible to say that he did not have a little turmoil in his heart and did not have the thought of running away.

However, this thought could only stay in his mind. Because he was not alone now, there was a whole army of dark elves stationed beside him. Moreover, this was his first time out of the city. Not only did he realize it, but the dark elves also knew it. And these slave owners with rich experience in slave management must have thought of the possibility of his escape and secretly guarded against it.

In addition, the outposts he passed along the way and the troops he saw made him realize how difficult it would be to escape. The dark elves had established a strict surveillance and control network in their area of ​​influence.

Therefore, running away is not an option. At least not now, as he is still too weak.

But... he changed his mind, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. Things would change. He was slowly getting stronger, and he had found a new path to power...

Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the blood-soaked cloth bag on his waist.

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On the third day after the expedition against the Kuigo barbarians, in the evening, in a stone chamber in the Borginia family slave camp.

Li Yin once again checked the only passage between the room and the outside world, the door, to confirm that the bolt was fastened and that there was no obvious gap between the door frame and its surroundings that would allow people outside to spy on the situation inside.

At the same time, he used his psychic powers to confirm that there were no dark elves or slaves moving within a dozen meters around.

Then he walked towards the center of the room.

This room was the usual place where Myrcella had given him special instruction before, so even though Myrcella was temporarily away from his post due to injury, he could continue to use this place in the name of training due to previous practice.

In addition, Princess Cassia had informed him in advance that she had something important to do, so he didn't have to go back today. So he finally had a suitable opportunity - to come for training.

Of course, this is not an ordinary military training, but——

Li Yin's eyes relaxed slightly, and he concentrated his mind. After taking three deep breaths, he whistled softly, and then a familiar feeling came over him:

It seemed that every cell in his body, including muscles, bones, and even blood vessels, was growing and expanding at a clearly perceptible speed. In a short moment, when he came to his senses again, Li Yin lowered his head and focused his eyes, and found that the floor was inexplicably much lower than before. Then he raised his right hand and looked at his clenched fist. Originally a three-inch wide, ordinary fist, now became as big as a casserole!

Giant growth, a spell he once mastered, is back, but not in the form of arcane magic, but in the form of psionic power.

Its source, of course, was the priest of the Quigo barbarian tribe that was killed by Li Yin. Li Yin devoured its head and absorbed its memory on the first day after he came back, but he presented the rounded and smooth skull to Cassia on the second night. It is worth mentioning that Li Yin has not yet completely digested the spirit and memory of the priest of Quigo. The reason why he was able to obtain the other party's psychic power so quickly was that he found in the process of absorption that if he had some preconceptions in his mind and some expectations for the content to be absorbed, then in the process of absorption, he could roughly detect and screen the other party's overall memory, and then select the part he longed for and absorb it first.

After testing the giant transformation technique, he nodded to himself, very satisfied.

Then, with great excitement, he reached to his waist, grasped the hilt, and pulled out the elven curved blade he was wearing.

Li Yin took a quick look at it. Under the effect of the Giant Transformation Technique, its size was doubled. Then, he raised his hand lightly and threw it to the ground.

He looked at the curved sword lying flat on the ground and concentrated his mind again. After a while, the originally white blade suddenly turned red. At the same time, there was a faint burning heat in the air.

"Scorching Metal" was another spell that the Quiggo priest had mastered. Li Yin looked at the red-hot sword blade on the ground with great curiosity, and was very interested. Unlike the Giant Transformation spell, this spell was a completely new one for him. He had never mastered its arcane version before.

Since there were no flammable objects around and no human bodies nearby, the effect it caused this time was not as terrifying as when Priest Quigo used it before. After a while, the heat waves in the air gradually subsided, and the blazing crimson light on the blade slowly dissipated, returning to its original grayish white.

Chapter 2 New Power ()

At the same time, Li Yin's mind moved, and he also took the initiative to end the effect of the giant transformation technique in advance. A feeling that was completely opposite to the previous rapid growth suddenly hit him, and he felt that every part of his body was constantly tightening. In a blink of an eye, the distance between his sight and the ground returned to the level he was used to before.

The purpose of doing this is to make more space for yourself to prevent... hitting the ceiling later.

After his body shape recovered, Li Yin moved his limbs slightly to readjust his body after the changes. Then, he lowered his knees slightly and jumped up with force.

He reached the top of his head just before it touched the ceiling - this was the result of deliberate control. After so many days of familiarity, he was already able to control the amazing jumping power brought by the ghoul's blood very easily.

Then, as expected, his body began to fall.

However, unexpectedly, his falling speed did not increase dramatically as usual, but instead he fell slowly at a very slow and even speed.

Li Yin felt like a light feather, lifted up by the ubiquitous air, floating in the air. During the fall, he even had time to cross his legs, lie down comfortably, and rest his hands behind his head.

Finally, after a few seconds, he floated down to the ground and lay comfortably on the floor, just like he would lie down on the bed easily when he got home. There was only softness and lightness, without any violent impact coming from under his body.

Feather Fall, this is another psychic power that Priest Quigo has mastered. However, he did not have the opportunity to use it in the previous battle. From the memories related to it, Li Yin knew that although the Quigo barbarians were a race that was particularly good at climbing and were known as the "Bears of the Underworld", in the process of climbing up and down cliffs day after day, even the most skilled climbers would inevitably fail due to various situations. Priest Quigo had experienced such situations once or twice, and the existence of this spell just saved his life, allowing him to avoid being crushed to pieces like other unlucky people of the same race.

In short, although this spell is not a combat spell, it has very powerful functionality. In particular, Li Yin thought to himself that if he decided to escape one day in the future, this spell might be of great help to him in overcoming the complex geographical environment of the Underdark and avoiding pursuit.

Li Yin had mastered the arcane version of this spell before - it is a first-level spell that almost all mages would choose to learn, and its importance is obvious. Mastering it again at this moment, just like the giant transformation spell, Li Yin naturally felt a little happy in his heart, as if he had met an old friend again after a long absence - although it should be a "new friend" that is similar in form but different in spirit.

In addition to these three spells, the psychic power of the Quig Priest also includes a psychic version of "Mage's Hand". Its function is to telekinetically control a not-too-heavy object within a certain range. This is also a very practical psychic power. It is not only a blessing for "lazy people" in life, but also can have unexpected effects in some special situations. However, this psychic power is not as important to Li Yin as the previous three. Because its corresponding arcane version is a 0-ring trick, and Li Yin can still use tricks now.

However... if he had some free time, Li Yin thought, his research spirit as a mage prompted him to come up with an interesting idea. By comparing the "Mage's Hand" that he still possessed, and its psychic version, and using them as references, perhaps he could do a superficial study of the connection and difference between the essential principles of arcane and psychic powers.

This is all the magic that Priest Quigo has mastered. Li Yin stood up from the ground and looked at his body up and down. He felt refreshed. After calming down a little, he walked to the door, opened it, stepped into the corridor, and walked towards the dormitory area.

He felt that everything was getting better, and the only regret was that he could no longer receive the "special tutoring" from Instructor Mircella at night. Compared to the smelly and dirty slave dormitory, the clean and tidy room of the dark elf female officer and the soft, comfortable and fragrant big bed were obviously a place that was countless times better.

However, there are also benefits. Li Yin smiled slightly and thought to himself that at least he doesn't have to accept her "dictation" anymore.

"Oh, Instructor Mircella." Thinking of this, Li Yin couldn't help but recall the miserable state of her that he had witnessed three days ago. He sighed and wondered how she was doing now.

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Late at night, in the Borginia family residence, on the edge of the civilian area, in a deep and long alley.

Misella, the chief instructor of the slave army special training camp, walked along the wall on one side of the alley, quietly but hurriedly. As she walked, she stretched out a hand and pressed it against her face, gently pressing and stroking it.

Her face was covered with a black silk veil.

During the campaign against the Quigo barbarians, she was accidentally hit by the hot metal of the Quigo barbarian priests, and suffered terrible burns all over her body. Because there were several people seriously burned, the priest sent by the family to accompany the army was not powerful enough, so she did not receive timely treatment. Although she was finally taken back to the family base for treatment, because the treatment was too late and missed the best time, she only saved her life, and the marks of the burns were forever engraved on her originally smooth and flawless skin. Her face, which she had always been proud of, became hideous and distorted, so ugly that even she herself couldn't help but vomit when she saw it. So she had to cover her face with a thick, suffocating veil.

"Cassia, you stinky bitch." She stroked her face through the scarf and cursed viciously in her heart.

Among the several injured dark elves, two were obviously male, but Cassia gave them the priority of healing. The situation was urgent, and her stupid head couldn't distinguish the priorities? Or was she targeting herself? Myrcella wondered.

Could it be that... the matter of the human slave has been exposed? Her heart suddenly tightened.

No, it shouldn't be like this, she comforted herself immediately. Only she and that stupid human slave who deserved to be fucked should know about that matter, and seeing his weak and incompetent stupid look, he would never dare to tell Cassia about it, because if that happened, he would be dead.

Chapter 72 Blood Relatives

Or, is Cassia really so stupid that she doesn't know that she, a noble woman, should be saved first compared to those insignificant and useless men, and doesn't know that elite women like her are the source of the core strength of the entire family?

No, no, she subconsciously denied herself. Cassia is a noble woman, how could she be so stupid.

So what if they are nobles? Immediately, another thought emerged in the eruption of magma-like anger. Are nobles really smarter than other dark elves? Myrcella bit her lower lip and thought indignantly. In essence, they have the same blood in their bodies and can be traced back to a common ancestor. It's just that because the mother of that damn bitch is the mistress, she became a noble, and she can only be a commoner. However, this only proves that she has better luck in reincarnation, and it does not prove that she is really smarter than others. Maybe she is really a stone-headed idiot?

In any case - Myrcella shook her head, put down her hands, and temporarily put away those unhappy thoughts - I have made note of this matter, Cassia, you stupid woman, if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you a hundredfold!

Opportunity... Speaking of opportunity, under the dark veil, Mircella's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up slightly. Isn't this coming soon?

The image of some great man emerged in her mind, and then she walked forward with brisk steps and a relaxed mood.

"Not too far, Cassia." Deep down, she sneered grimly.

She raised her head, looked past the stone wall in front of her, and gazed at the sky in the distance. The dim light on the towering clock tower in the center of the city indicated that it was already late at night. She should hurry back to her residence as soon as possible and have a good sleep. Although she didn't have to go to work these days due to her injury, these troubles were enough to make her physically and mentally exhausted, and fatigue is the number one enemy of a woman's beauty...

She quickly took more than ten steps forward and reached the end of the alley. Then she turned around and walked to the right. However, after only a few steps, her brisk steps suddenly stopped.

In front of the road, about ten meters away from her, a graceful figure was leaning against the wall. She had her arms folded across her chest, her snow-white and tender face facing the wall on the other side, looking quite leisurely, as if she was lost in thought. After hearing the sudden stop of Mircella's footsteps, she slowly turned her head, her bright scarlet eyes looking over here leisurely and ethereal, as if she had predicted that someone would stop at this place.

The appearance of this woman was about 70% similar to the figure that just appeared in Mircella's mind, but her skin was more delicate and tender, and her figure was taller and more upright.

The female dark elf straightened her waist slightly, left her back from the wall, and walked towards her leisurely.

"Cassia..." Myrcella's eyes shrank, her mouth twitched, and she trembled for a moment before she called out the name of the female dark elf. Then, she reacted as if she had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly added, "Your Highness the Princess."

"Myrcella." Although Myrcella covered her face tightly with a veil, Cassia still called her name accurately.

Cassia looked at her with a smile on her face, and her bright and deep eyes showed concern. "Are you okay with your injuries?"

"Thank you for your concern, Princess." Myrcella bowed slightly and saluted. "I am no longer seriously ill."

"Oh?" Cassia opened her mouth slightly, raised her eyebrows, and called out softly, looking quite surprised.

Myrcella couldn't figure out the other party's intention. She thought Cassia would nod symbolically and express gratitude and condolences, but she didn't, instead she made such an abnormal move.

While she was confused, Cassia had already walked up to her, stretched out a hand and brushed her face scarf.

Mircella thought something was wrong and subconsciously reached out to stop it, but the hand had already grabbed her face scarf and pulled it off.

A snow-white, smooth, delicate and flawless face was exposed in the dark night and under the scarlet eyes.

Looking at the faint twitching of the light blue veins on this face and the anxiety and fear overflowing in the scarlet pupils, Cassia's mouth curled up slightly.

Her fingers slowly stroked the other person's skin, which was as soft as a newborn baby's, and her bright eyes flickered with a mysterious light.

"It seems that you have recovered well." She smiled, "But, could you explain it a little, Myrcella?"

"I am sure that my concern alone would not have achieved such an excellent effect."

"Your Highness," Mircella was speechless. She did not dare to move her cheek at all under the other person's touch. She just raised her head and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Oh?" Cassia's eyes turned, and a smile of interest appeared on the corners of her mouth. "Can you tell me which princess is it? How could she have such magical powers?"

Myrcella's lips trembled, and she felt a surge of irritation in her heart. She had only called out subconsciously, but the female elf in front of her seemed to have deliberately misinterpreted her original intention, treating it as some kind of confession.

But, she was really powerless to refute this misinterpretation...

Seeing that the other party was trembling and couldn't say anything else, Cassia's eyes shone slightly, so she continued:

"Myrcella..." She considered for a moment, "What should I call you?"

After she asked this, Myrcella became even more confused.

"If I remember correctly, you should be the seventh daughter of my second sister, right?" In her confused gaze, Cassia first looked deep in thought, and then smiled brightly, as if the fog that had troubled her eyes had finally cleared up.

"So, speaking of blood relationship," she said in a brisk and soft tone, "you should call me aunt, and I should call you - niece?"

Mircella was stunned at first, then nodded reluctantly.

So, in her shocked eyes, the youngest princess of the Borginia family, a female dark elf who was a few years younger than her, looked at her lovingly, pinched her cheek, and asked in a gentle voice:

"Well, my dear niece, respecting the elders, can you tell me which aunt's house you just came back from?"

"If I'm not mistaken—" Her eyes glanced behind Myrcella, then returned to her eyes, "This road happens to lead to the noble district, right?"

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The speed at which Archbishop Myrcella returned was somewhat beyond Li Yin's expectations. She returned to the slave camp on the morning of the seventh day after the campaign against the Quigo barbarians and presided over the training for the day. After the day's training, she called Li Yin aside and took him to a familiar place - the stone chamber where the two of them had often conducted special training and "special training" before.

Li Yin looked embarrassed.

He hoped that Myrcella just wanted to give him special training, not "special training". But according to past experience, after seven or eight days without any intimate communication and contact between the sexes, the possibility of this hope happening to this female dark elf with ardent desires and habitual demands was very small.

"Bishop Myrcella." Before the female dark elf could ask for anything, Li Yin took the initiative to change the subject, "How come you're back so soon?"

"I thought you would take a rest for a while?"

During these days, Li Yin had also gathered some information in his spare time, so he knew that Myrcella had received treatment from other family priests after returning to the city, and her life was not in danger, but because she missed the best time for treatment, her appearance could not be restored. Because of this situation, although her body had long recovered and she could return to work, the family specially approved her to rest for a period of time to comfort the psychological trauma caused by the disfigurement.