Arcane Journey

Chapter 7 Mind Stab
The heavy stone door was pushed open by an invisible force.

A slim figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

Brian sat on the chair behind the stone table. He didn't get up, but just raised his head and looked over casually.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, the first thing he saw was the graceful drow walking posture, full of grace and confidence, no less than any supermodel he had ever seen on a fashion show.

Moreover, the faint murderous aura and coldness emanating from the gestures of his hands and feet seemed to belong only to warriors who had experienced many battles.

This is the fact.

Never underestimate any female drow from the Underdark.

Whether it is a wizard or Rose's priestess, they are not as weak as they appear on the surface.

The force value of these female drows is also extremely strong, whether it is on the bed or off the bed.

Brian also inadvertently learned that in the dark city of the drow elves, half of the courses in the spider academy used to train priests of Rose are used to practice close combat skills.

Otherwise, how could those priestesses who had lost their magical powers suppress the male drow's uprising during the short period of time when the Spider God Queen was asleep.

The dim candlelight gradually presented the appearance of the female drow in his sight.

Wearing a loose black robe, it is difficult to hide her proud figure, her cold and arrogant yet slightly flattering delicate face, her dark but elastic and lustrous skin, and her shiny long hair, all the features reveal her identity to Brian .

Looking at this female drow who was as beautiful as the surface elves, Brian saw in her pair of red eyes that were about to grow to the top of her head, but she seemed to be a survivor who had lost her soul.

Sometimes he couldn't help wondering what kind of way of life could thrive in such a dark and evil place.

Even though he has experienced many dangers and hardships in his life, it is still difficult for him to understand the life in the Underdark, how can he live in such a deep and depressing place for a lifetime?

In his view, the Underdark is an unbearable place, not only stealing a person's hope, but also imprisoning their souls, making the creatures here gradually lose their will, like walking dead.

However, none of these messy thoughts should be considered by him, because he already clearly felt that he was being stared at by a pair of vicious eyes.

"stand up!"

The female drow who walked into the stone room frowned and looked at Brian sitting on the chair coldly.

Brian didn't reply, just put down the magic book in his hand, and looked at her calmly.

From the moment he saw the other party for the first time, he knew that this was a female drow who was trying to use her high status to tame him.

He knew that apart from intimidating him, the other party also had the ability to test him.

Apparently, the idea definitely came from her mother, Jonara.

That being the case, he didn't mind satisfying their curiosity.

After all, Brian never thought that the other party would give him the antidote in good faith.

"You lowly inferior male slave, didn't you hear what I said?"

Feeling the calm look of the half-elf slave, the female drow was aroused, and her graceful voice became extremely sharp.

Her right hand unconsciously grasped a thorn whip with finely carved spider patterns hanging from her waist.

Brian didn't bother to pay attention to her small movements. He had even seen the terrifying snake-headed whip of Priest Rose, so how could he be afraid of such a level of weapon.

"Your mother should have told you the whole story."

He met the slightly distorted face of the other party, and said calmly, "In my opinion, the guide is unnecessary, all you need to do is to make a list of all the spells that Santilla has mastered. "

As a wizard, if he knew all the spells and hole cards of his opponent, then his winning rate would be increased by at least half in a magic duel with opponents of similar strength.

Although Brian is not optimistic about this duel, he still has to do what should be prepared.

It's just that if a woman with eyes on the top of her head can teach it, he might as well explore it by himself.

Besides, he didn't think the other party's magical attainment was that high.

After all, she was still too young and too immature.

He could even judge her approximate age from her tone of voice and angry eyes.

Impulsivity, irritability, jealousy, psychological distortion and other negative emotions are a link that every young drow must go through in the chaotic teachings of the spider queen Rose.

When they really know how to restrain their emotions and hide their truest thoughts, they already have the mentality like a spider spinning a web and patiently waiting for its prey.

As for those who couldn't learn it, they all paid a heavy price in the end.

This is the real reason why the drow in the Underdark occupy the best conditions, but their population has never been raised.

Seeing Brian's calm demeanor, the drow elves couldn't help but startled from embarrassment.

She looked at the half-elf slave in front of her with dark elf-specific eyes, as if sensing her unusual gaze, the corners of the other's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Even as a dark elf, she had to admit that this man was very good-looking, and he had a cool smile—but soon, the dark elf felt a icy chill flying from her back. She rushed past, as if her instinct had anticipated some danger.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed the anger in her heart due to ignorance, and said coldly, "I am not surprised by your stubbornness, humble male, and soon, I will let you know how to respond to the master's orders." Follow what you say."

This was the city of Ancient Orens, a city ruled by dark elves. She didn't think that this smart-looking slave would risk his life against her.

The prouder the slave, the stronger the sense of accomplishment of completely taming him, she rubbed the handle of the barbed whip, and she couldn't help but feel a faint expectation in her heart.

Brian had expected it a long time ago. He leaned forward, crossed his fingers on the table, and looked at each other with a smile, his deep eyes shining brightly.

As soon as the drow raised the long whip, she suddenly felt a palpitation of energy ready to pour into her mind like a sharp cone. She looked startled and tensed her nerves vigilantly, always guarding against the other party's sudden attack on her for no reason.

——"Mind stabbing!"

With a thought of Brian, the psychic energy permeating from the void was suddenly transmitted to the depths of her mind along the tight thinking path of the drow elves.

A quick and heavy blow, like a sharp steel needle, pierced her brain as fragile as a tofu block.

"what!!!"

The shrill screams echoed in the closed stone room.

Suffering from Brian's mental blow, the drow sat on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his slender fingers sinking deep into the messy hair, and his tightly locked forehead was already dripping with cold sweat. Under the candlelight, there was a crystal clear shimmer.

Seeing his achievements, Brian nodded in satisfaction.

Psionic powers for psions do not require casting poses, spells, and casting materials like arcane spells.

They only need to concentrate, use their thoughts to control the surging energy in the depths of their hearts, and use the instructions of their eyes or some kind of guide to successfully display their abilities.

Therefore, Bryan's psychic energy seemed to be released quickly and accurately, but in fact he had concentrated his mind in advance and made preparations, which caught the opponent by surprise.

Moreover, the psion's ability, the more power points consumed, the more powerful it will be.

Originally, the first-level "Mind Stab" only needed to consume 1 point of spiritual energy, but his ready-to-go spiritual energy consumed 2 points of spiritual energy without reservation.

The power caused by it can be imagined.

Generally speaking.

The more emotional the enemy is, the more powerful the psionic spell will be.

Similarly, the emotional fluctuations of psions also determine whether they can successfully release their abilities.

This is why most psions prefer to be at their most sane and peaceful state of mind.

Because by doing so, they can become very smooth when casting psionic spells.

Seeing that the drow was about to recover from the severe pain in his heart, Brian didn't dare to waste time. He whispered a spell quickly and pointed to the wall of the stone chamber.

In an instant, light blue light flickered from the cold wall.

I saw the sticky spider silk on the wall made by him using the "Secondary Creation Technique", all activated by magic power, shooting out tough spider silk one after another, tightly entwining the limbs of the drow wizard who was caught off guard.

Let her be like a four-clawed spider with teeth and claws, struggling in vain on the spider web.

"Dare to touch me, you are playing with fire, male!"

The young drow gave up resistance, calmed down, raised his chin proudly, and looked at him with scarlet eyes, "You rotten maggot, if you want, you can kill me or torture me, but Do you really dare?"

"It seems that you can't help it." Brian got up from the chair, lowered his eyes, looked at the bound drow in front of him, and smiled: "In this case, there may be many common topics between us."

Accompanied by Brian's words, the female drow saw several black tentacles condensed from shadow energy under the firelight, twisting and swinging like a poisonous snake in the shadow behind the half-elf slave.

"You... this, this is..."

Looking at the constantly swimming tentacles emerging from the shadows in front of her eyes, the female drow's complexion instantly became stiff.

As a drow wizard, of course she knew what it was. At this moment, a subconscious fear finally flashed in her eyes when she looked at Brian.

But soon, she came back to her senses, snorted coldly, raised her head arrogantly, and looked at the half-elf slave in front of her with disdainful eyes.

"I thought you would be an interesting male, but it turns out that you are just a male dog in heat, hey, slave, you can do whatever you want with me, but if you think this will make me submit, you are simply too stupid .”

She sneered, "Just don't worry, any harm you have caused me today, I will return it to you twice...ten times!"

"Really? Then you should have read this book."

Brian picked up a book on the table, looked at the female drow who was entangled in spider webs, and said curiously:

"The book "Shadow Energy Septet" explains the knowledge of the art of tentacles in detail. You said that if I let this pile of tentacles, let them. Any part of your body that can penetrate, do you think these are the ones that can get in? What would it be like to have cold tentacles made of shadow energy?"

Brian's voice was very soft, but in this sealed stone room, people could hear it very clearly, even with a faint echo.

"If you dare to do this, Mistress Joanara won't let you go, you...you're looking for death!" The female drow's expression changed, she couldn't pretend any longer, and in her scarlet eyes, there was a clear look. panic and fear.

"Why don't you try it?" Brian looked at every part of her body meaningfully.

In fact, when he saw the knowledge about tentacles introduced in such detail in this book, he thought that these female drows were all good at it.

It wasn't until now that he realized that they were also afraid sometimes.

This trick should be useless to those old drivers, he couldn't help thinking maliciously.

"Don't mess around, I will cooperate with you."

Being sized up by the other party's unscrupulous eyes, the drow finally panicked. She lowered her proud head, feeling as if she was a slave, and said with gritted teeth, "You will regret what you did today!"

"That's about the same. If I said that earlier, there wouldn't be so many things."

Seeing that his intimidation had achieved good results, Brian took out a sheepskin scroll, picked up a quill, and began to record all the information about Santilla and the spells he had mastered by the female drow.

(End of this chapter)