Chapter 306: The Trace of Drow's Deal with the Vampire

Having obtained Naimi Xisi's permission, the spirit‑siphon monsters, led by Sgena, entered the domain. Over the past ten‑plus years, the black dragon has turned its lair into the core fortress of this domain, arming the entire cavern with various steel fences and crossbow turrets.

"The reason we survived is that the brain drained all the Mind Flayer larvae from Aolingduoer's incubation pool, releasing a Legendary Psychic Ability."

"We have obtained a prophecy, a prophecy that spans 99 years," Ao Bu Lai En said.

"Oh?" Naimi Xisi raised an eyebrow. "A prophecy?"

Compared with spells, the Psychic Premonition system of Psychic Ability is more ethereal and extremely idealistic. This gives Psychic Ability great power for foreseeing the future, but at the cost of many ambiguities and errors in detail.

"An unknowable force will descend upon Aolingduoer; the brain that has sustained the race for centuries will fall in a single night into the Death God Realm of the Ethereal Realm. Only after ninety‑nine years, when the Shadowlands touch the ground, when the Son of Slaughter awakens from chaos, and when the Supreme True God is confined within a cage, will Aolingduoer have a chance to reappear in the world."

Hmm.

The first half of Ao Bu Lai En's prophecy is fairly normal, showing that the brain's mastery of the Psychic Premonition ability is superb. The second half, however, devolves into something like a madman's ramblings.

An ordinary person hearing it would probably find it incomprehensible.

But Naimi Xisi is different.

Naimi Xisi stared blankly into the void, lost in thought, as memories from a past life flickered through like a slide show.

The only deity on Frelen Continent that fits the location of the Death God Realm in the Ethereal Realm is the already vanished God of the Dead—Mi Erkou.

There is also the Shadowlands, the Son of Slaughter, and

the Supreme True God.

That seems to line up with the plot of the game he played in his previous life.

Ninety‑nine years later.

According to the original timeline, there are still sixty years left.

In other words, will this event that shocked Sword Bay occur in sixty years?

Naimi Xisi silently recorded this information; the Baldur's Gate storyline can be said to be his only advantage as a time‑traveler in this world, and he knows he will have to rely on that pitiful memory that just broke the first three chapters to plan ahead.

He just doesn't know why, but Naimi Xisi keeps feeling that something is off.

After pondering for a long time, Juan Ce Long tossed the strange intuition aside.

"Sir, during our escape we were inadvertently discovered by Dark Elves; they despise us and may very likely pursue us along our trail," Ao Bu Lai En warned.

The elder spirit‑siphon monster's tendrils traced silver sparks in the air, sketching a picture.

Sgena stared at the gradually forming Drow marching route map, then suddenly reached out and pressed a narrow pass: "This leads to the domain's sulfur vein, but it was blown up by Drow three months ago."

"So they activated a Conjuration Spell." The elder's Mana illusion unfolded in the air; in the scene, dozens of spider‑shaped transport vehicles were threading through the purple rock layers at the boundary of reality and illusion. "Each carries two tons of refined gold ore, its surface marked with the Butu Kingdom royal family's tulip wax seal." Sgena's dragon claw suddenly smashed a corner of the stone table: "Three days ago my scout shredded three subterranean lizards; their stomachs were packed with this ore." She flung a metal chunk soaked in digestive fluid, and Naimi Xisi noticed it was refined gold.

"Interesting, it seems our spider friends have made contact with the capital's vampires."

The elder spirit‑siphon monster suddenly emitted a painful resonant sound; behind it, two Mind Flayers lifted a crystal coffin. When the lid opened, a dense Mana liquid floated a Drow corpse—her Ros priestess robe torn open, revealing a shadow‑steel device implanted in her chest, writhing between the ribs as if alive.

"This was found among the wreckage of a Gray Dwarf caravan," the elder's tendril pierced the corpse's temple, playing back its dying memory:

In Menzoberranzan, the twelfth Drow Matron Mother family, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the Matron Mother; its shadow split into countless tendrils that pierced the Matron Mother's celestial crown. As she struggled, her pupils reflected a scene of the vampire queen drinking blood wine with another man shrouded in shadow.

Naimi Xisi narrowed his eyes at that black shadow.

It seemed very similar to the eighth prince of Shadow City, Bu Lei Fu Tan Shu Er, who excels at manipulating hearts.

Naimi Xisi's robe fluttered without wind; the oracle left by Mi Si Te La still echoed in the sea of consciousness: "Beware the shadow within the shadow."

He suddenly realized that in those Drow convoys transporting refined gold, the tips of the beast‑riders' whips were tied with priest bells unique to the Dark Sun Church.

"A reversal trick," he froze the memory on the reflection in the Matron Mother's pupil, "Shadow City used shadow magic to control the Drow elite, then made them feign service to Xi Rui Ke to mask their true purpose. Sgena, the reconnaissance team you encountered—"

Sgena's dragon wings unfurled behind her, scattering countless stones, "But I don't understand why Shadow City goes to such lengths to route through Drow. Isn't directly controlling the vampire queen more efficient?"

"Because the flow of refined gold needs to be rationalized," Naimi Xisi snapped his fingers, projecting a holographic model that displayed the full chain of refined gold from the Underdark to the Butu Kingdom, "If Shadow City directly funds the vampires, the Harpist Alliance would notice. But if 'hostile Drow' sell the ore to human kingdoms—"

The elder spirit‑siphon monster interfaced, "Even the keenest prophet would only see the surface of a racial war."

!

Suddenly, the entire cavern shuddered violently. Sgena's anti‑scale emitted a warning red light, and warning spells on the rock wall displayed real‑time battle info—a squad of Drow elite troops was approaching the domain's outer perimeter.

"They're coming for you," Naimi Xisi shook his head.

His figure flashed and vanished on the spot.

— —

The moment twelve bone spikes pierced the rock wall, Wei Er Na's serpentine whip had soaked the seventh Gray Dwarf commander's spinal cord. Stalactite clusters cast spider‑web shadows in the violet crystal glow, and thirty spider‑transformed elves dangled silver threads from these natural rigs—each thread dripping with Ros‑blessed corrosive poison.

"Third array, magma thrust!" the Gray Dwarf commander roared, pounding the obsidian totem; three hundred heavy‑armored warriors instantly formed a volcanic rock formation. Their rune battle‑axes carved lava fissures into the ground, trying to block the spider horde with flowing magma. Yet Wei Er Na's left fingertip had already traced the Arcane model of "gravity reversal".

When the first abyssal giant spider stepped into the magma zone, the Drow bishop's silver hair suddenly moved without wind. The twenty‑seven‑ton granite floor lifted like a rug, hurling the entire Gray Dwarf formation toward a dome filled with acid pools. Amid the screams, Wei Er Na's right eye reflected an inverted inferno—Gray Dwarf mithril armor bubbling in the acid, while the spider‑transformed elves harvested the fallen with barbed limbs.

"A bunch of feeble slaves," Wei Er Na sneered. "The Matron Mother is really cautious; they're just a group of spirit‑siphon monsters, and she alone is enough."

(End of Chapter)