Chapter 22: Closing the Net

The fewer the words, the bigger the matter. The more urgent the matter, the more stable you must be. Having lived in the inn in Loga Canyon for five days, Sakavi still had no intention of taking action. Looking at the letter sent by Redna, Sakavi threw it on the table casually.

"Boss, what does the letter say?"

"Read it yourself and you'll know."

After saying this, Sakavi picked up a glass of red wine and drank it elegantly. Despite being in a chaotic slum, the noble taste of the Drow Elf could not be lost. That's right, the current Sakavi is a proud male Drow Elf exile.

Even in the slums where gangs are rampant, exiled Drow Elves are also disliked. It's not because of anything else, it's just that Drow Elves have fallen to this point, but they still like to be particular. Wine must be red wine, baths must be taken every day, and clothes must be thrown away directly if they have holes.

It's not to say that all Drow Elves are nobles, but ordinary cattle and horses don't deserve to have thoughts, and they still want to be exiled? Did the Matron approve? Do they know which way to go after leaving the door?

In fact, many exiles are acquiesced by the family. The internal struggle in the Underdark is very fierce, and death and family destruction are frequent occurrences. The existence of exiles maximizes the preservation of the family's fire, ready to respond to the family that failed in the struggle to run away at any time.

And the number of Elves is not small. Ordinary Elf families have three children, and Drow Elves have five. Due to their lifespan of tens of thousands of years, the interval between marriage and childbirth is severely lengthened.

This leads to them not being able to compare with humans who have five children in ten years in terms of population. If it comes to survival ability, as long as it is a plane where people live, there are Elves. Humans are not necessarily.

Therefore, in various dark corners, Drow Elves are more numerous than Goblins. After all, the reputation of Drow Elves hasn't reached the point where you meet them and just beat them to death without even needing to say a word, while Goblins clearly have reached it.

Wearing this Drow Elf face that even dogs are too lazy to bark at, Sakavi was not detected in this place where cultists are everywhere. As for why no one pulled him into the group, Elna indicated, what kind of thing is a cultist, and are they worthy of letting us join?

However, according to the investigation of hundreds of Drow Elves under his hand, the problem in this Count's territory is much more serious than he expected.

It's not a problem of cultists here, but that there are a large number of demons hiding in the caves. In the depths of the valley, there is a newly appeared plane crack. I don't know when, a channel was established with the Abyss.

This place seems to have the shadow of devils behind it. Currently, I don't know what role it plays in it. Logically, it should be taken action as early as possible, because once the magic array in the canyon gets a large number of sacrificed souls, it will quickly tear the space. Taking advantage of the chaotic and twisted space, demons are very likely to directly pass through the crack and enter here.

But Sakavi always felt that things were not that simple. Can the Church of War not see such an obvious thing? The High Priest here actually insisted that there were no cultists. Logically, in the case of demons appearing, the church has the right to directly bypass the authorities and eliminate the tentacles that reach out.

What abacus they are playing has nothing to do with Sakavi. Since he has waded into this muddy water, he must ensure that he can retreat unscathed. Now, the more urgent it is, the more he must withstand the pressure and figure out what role he plays in it, so that he can decide when to take action.

"A dagger drawn on paper, Boss, this is urging us to take action quickly."

"It's definitely not possible to move around now. We brought so many people here, and we can't hide it. Currently, we can only wait and see, and see which side loses patience first."

"Boss, since you want to watch them perform, why not give them something exciting."

"Are you talking about the Loka Plain in the north?"

"That's right, no matter how many little thoughts there are, if Loka can't move, even if it turns upside down here, it can be suppressed. When I was investigating over there, I found the shadow of the Dragon-Worshiping Cult. It takes more than ten million people to sacrifice to shake the plane space. Don't forget that the plane is particularly repulsive to the aura of the Abyss."

"What you said makes sense. Send someone to pass a letter to Grapp, let him take 100 undead killers newly manufactured and destroy the contact points of the Dragon-Worshiping Cult in the villages of the Loka Plain within three days."

If you want to launch a sacrifice, you must have people stay in place and not run away. But they are not fools, who would be so obedient. If you want to solve this problem, you must launch a large-scale undead natural disaster, let their souls gather together, and then launch the sacrifice.

If the conditions for the sacrifice are not met, it's fine if there are fewer souls. If there are fewer, the power without a place to vent will break through the restrictions of the magic array and backfire on the caster.

As a notorious evil organization, the Dragon-Worshiping Cult doesn't have that many people. Then the grassroots law enforcement personnel can only be temporarily recruited various local ruffians. If these people disappear in large numbers in a certain place, in order not to cause backfire, the caster can only stop launching the magic array.

A common undead natural disaster is still easy to suppress. If you don't want to end it in such a tiger-headed snake-tailed way. Those behind-the-scenes players should jump out.

"Boss, they have already started to act."

"The Judgment Knights of the Church of War?"

"No, it's Gash Count's people."

"Interesting, let me guess, this guy is a devil's person, right? Demons can not come, the undead natural disaster everyone can't stop, Willen is afraid that he can't walk out of the house at this time, Gruen is afraid that his attention is not here."

"That's right, Gash took people to the Great Rift. After Grapp's action last night, the main Dragon-Worshiping Cult forces in the 25 regional governor's offices in the Loka Plain were pulled out. The sacrifice conditions can no longer be met."

"Pass the order down, the Spider Queen and the demons colluded, intending to invade the Red Moon plane, and were stopped by the heroic Gash Count. Gash Count was ambushed by Drow Elves on the way back and died in battle."

"Then do we still need to pull out the demon's minions here?"

"People withdraw, Gash Count was killed by people from the Underdark. What does Sakavi, who is counting money at home, have to do with it? I want to go and suppress the undead natural disaster openly."

"Obey, Boss!"

Three hours later...

"Gash Count, where are you going! You ruined the affairs of our Spider Queen, and you still want to leave?"

"??? This matter, didn't the Spider Queen say she couldn't spare her hands? What is this coming to do, taking advantage of the fire?"

"Stop talking nonsense, today is your death date."

"Is that so? Just a few Drow Elves want my life? Look carefully, your appearance as Mr. Dius, it's easy to explain when you get to the Spider Queen."

Gash's face gradually split from the middle. This devil who is good at disguise finally revealed his true face. It was a face that was too perfect, perfect to the point of lacking vitality. There were no pupils in his eyes, like a smooth, dark golden mirror or two ancient gold coins.

His skin was a material similar to high-quality parchment, pale and delicate, on which faint watermarks like signatures and emblems of countless cursed contracts could be seen. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that was extremely neat, and he was holding a black feather pen in his right hand.

A low, hypnotic rhythmic voice suddenly sounded. The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a certain persuasiveness, making people unconsciously follow his words to think. Rather than a devil, it is more appropriate to be a lobby manager of a bank.

"Drow Elf, our plan did not fail, it's just that those demon believers were too irrational and unwilling to conduct any form of communication. We must have patience. As long as the conditions allow, the plan can still achieve the expected effect."

"Is that so? Then the Spider Queen might be very happy, but I, Sakavi, will not be happy. Whoever dares to make me unhappy, I will make whoever never happy again."

Saying this, the male Drow Elf standing at the front took off his mask. The ferocious black dragon head was extremely terrifying under the blood moon, and a pair of vertical pupils emitted greedy eyes.

"Your words are very persuasive, but I don't intend to give you a chance to speak again."

"Black Dragon? Interesting, is it here that you smelled the taste of gold coins? Make an offer!"

"I want everything, and your head on your neck!"

"Is that so? Has no one told you that excessive greed will bring destruction to yourself?"

Suddenly, an iron chain locked the black dragon man, and an ominous pattern emitting dark green fluorescence lit up under his feet. Looking at the tighter and tighter chain. The dragon man shook his head indifferently.

"No one told me this, but someone said, don't be too smart. Was this shackle activated while chatting? If I had agreed to you just now, I'm afraid my soul would have become a slave!"

"Smart, I hate smart people. Smart people always have to spend more energy to deceive, design more exquisite illusions to induce."

"Whether I agree or refute this sentence, will I sign the terms of accepting eternal slavery, right?"

"To tell you the truth, talking to you, this Black Dragon, is really annoying, if I have that kind of emotion. Why do you have to go against me?"

"I don't care what you are, I only care if I can get benefits from you."

"Gold coins are in..."

A sharp blade suddenly slashed across the devil's neck. In the devil's unbelievable eyes, the dragon man made a creepy smile, and his white teeth were like sharp daggers.

"Mr. Devil, you seem to have forgotten one thing, Black Dragons never follow the rules."

"The two little brothers behind, do you intend to write down your big names now or be tortured and write them? Don't answer me, I don't want to talk to you."

Sakavi waved his hand, and the Drow Elves directly controlled these two silent Orcs. Two devils with only High-Level strength are not worth his action.

"Elna, the plan has changed. Erase the traces here, and kill the cultists at the Cuttlefish Wharf overnight. Don't reveal any traces. We haven't been here tonight, and we haven't seen this devil. Continue the investigation tomorrow."

"Obey, is there any problem with this devil?"

"He didn't sneak in, he was invited to this plane to do things."

"You mean the real Gash Count is still alive?"

"Whether he is dead or alive is not important. If everyone thinks he is dead, he has to die even if he doesn't. Kill all the Orcs behind, take the bodies away, remember, our mission has not been completed, we are still looking for opportunities to eliminate Gash."

"Obey, the Punishment Knights will find that this was done by Drow Elves, and in fact, they did do it."

Putting the devil's body into his domain, Sakavi led people to withdraw from this valley. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====