Chapter 7

Vilna felt very agitated.

As a half-drow, Vilna had done a lot to achieve her current status. She relied on the power of the drow to gather the bear goblins and orcs, and through her strength and cruelty, she gained a considerable degree of prestige in the North. For a drow who had left her homeland and lost the protection of her family, Vilna believed no one could do better than herself.

When she accepted the task from the gray dwarves to explore the ruins deep in the mine, Vilna knew her opportunity had come. As long as she could complete this task, she could successfully establish herself in Brandon Stone City. At that time, she would have plenty of ways to slowly climb to the highest position and rule the city.

Even the entire North.

Vilna did not care about the dangers in the mine that the gray dwarves mentioned. In her view, these lowly creatures were just trying to make her back down. However, for a woman with drow blood, facing challenges head-on was her choice. She made ample preparations and firmly believed she would succeed.

It was precisely for this reason that Vilna had no good feelings toward the necromancer and his subordinates who suddenly joined her team. She even suspected that the gray dwarves had guessed her ambitions and deliberately sent the necromancer to cause trouble for her. Therefore, Vilna clearly had no good feelings toward these uninvited guests.

"Remember your place! Lowly male!!"

Vilna stomped her foot heavily, the metal-embedded high-heeled leather boots making a loud sound on the ground. She crossed her arms and looked at Zane, who was fully wrapped in a black robe, and the noble girl standing beside him with a disdainful gaze.

"Don't think being a mage makes you so great. Since you requested to join my team and act together with us, you must follow my orders! I know you are a mage, but I can assure you that if you do not follow my orders and cause me trouble, my sword can pierce your throat just as quickly as you can cast a spell! I guarantee it will be faster!"

Hearing Vilna's angry threats, Zane said nothing. Instead, Enoa frowned slightly, then gracefully moved forward half a step—looking like a lady inviting a dance partner at a ball.

"I hope you will retract your insulting remarks about my master, beautiful 'half-breed' drow lady."

Enoa stared calmly into the purple eyes, and whether intentionally or not, she emphasized the word "half-breed."

"We are only here because the gray dwarves invited us. If not for the fact that we have the same destination, we would have no need to travel with you. I hope you understand this deeply."

"You... ..."

Hearing Enoa's words, Vilna was almost driven mad with anger. If this were in a drow city, anyone who spoke to her like this would end up being tortured to death. Unfortunately, this was not a drow city, and Enoa's pale, almost greenish skin clearly warned her of the noble girl's true identity.

An undead.

Through the drow's special vision, Vilna could see the light representing the warmth of life emanating from Zane's body, proving he was alive. However, she saw nothing similar in the girl standing before her. If she did not switch to ordinary vision, Vilna would have thought she was looking at a stone or something else.

Vilna's knowledge warned her that any undead with intelligence almost equal to a living being was the most difficult enemy to deal with. Even the first matron of Barons had to show a certain degree of respect to these walking corpses. She was certain her sword would pierce the girl's slender throat in the next moment, but she also had no doubt that the girl would tear her chest open at the same time.

The answer to who would truly die was almost self-evident.

In the end, Vilna chose to leave. She stomped her foot angrily, then turned and strode forward. After confirming that the other party had conceded, Enoa returned to Zane's side with a calm smile.

"You shouldn't tease her."

Zane, who had silently watched the entire scene, finally spoke. Enoa's loyalty to him made her unable to tolerate any mockery or insult to Zane. Zane was certain that if Vilna had said another word, her heart would now be in Enoa's hand.

In this regard, Enoa was very determined. She had shown the fearless courage of an undead more than once. Not only in front of Vilna, but even in the Abyss, she never backed down when facing powerful demons.

Zane remembered clearly that once his sister came to see him, but he was busy with an experiment and could not be disturbed. Enoa used all her strength to keep Vivian out of the door, even though she was beaten to a pulp by the enraged half-dragon girl, she showed no fear or hesitation.

In the end, even Vivian was frightened by Enoa's determination and was pulled away by Naberius. After that, no one dared to underestimate the necromancer girl Zane had summoned.

Only Zane knew that the connection between him and Enoa was much deeper than they imagined.

"In the dark underground, an interesting toy can be used to pass the time, master."

Facing Zane's words, Enoa winked playfully.

"Besides, I think you have already figured it out."

"Yes... that's right..."

Hearing Enoa's words, Zane nodded, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Vilna, who was waving a whip and shouting at the front of the group. A light flashed across his glasses.

The reason Vilna was so angry in front of Zane was not only to maintain her prestige and status but also out of fear. As a demon, Zane could sense that the drow's body also contained the blood of a demon, burning with dark flames.

That was the blood of a demon.

This was the reason for Vilna's restlessness in front of Zane. Her other half of blood was instinctively warning the drow that the person standing before her was a demon, and a royal one at that. In the demon's strict and hierarchical society, nothing was more important than this.

Therefore, even if Zane just stood in front of Vilna without doing anything, the half-drow would instinctively feel fear, wanting to kneel before Zane and eagerly show her submission—this was what a demon should do when facing a noble bloodline.

However, Vilna was clearly unfamiliar with this, and this was why she was afraid of this sudden fear. From her expression, Zane could guess that Vilna probably did not know she had demon blood. Otherwise, she would have immediately recognized his identity. After all, in the dark underground world, only demons were eternal and supreme rulers.

"It seems she doesn't know her own background."

Zane muttered to himself, and Enoa nodded beside him. During his years in the Abyss, Zane learned a lot of knowledge. Although his power was not enough to use powerful spells, the power of knowledge was not limited to combat alone.

In fact, Zane had already guessed how Vilna was born. For the drow, demons were their supreme rulers, and all drow were subjects of a demon lord named Lolth.

To gain the power and blessings of the demons, the drow would occasionally hold rituals to summon powerful demons from the Abyss and offer their bodies to form alliances with them. In these rituals, children with mixed demon blood would occasionally be born.

And Vilna was clearly one of them.

What made Zane curious was that drow with mixed demon blood usually had high status and position. It was rare to see a drow like Vilna who had been exiled. What had she done that even her bloodline could not protect her?

Zane suddenly found himself very interested in this.

This might leave a significant mark in his records.

Vilna did not know that she had become Zane's "observation material." At that moment, she was waving a whip, driving the burly bear goblins forward. She could not understand where the fear and unease came from when she saw the necromancer. She could feel that she was very concerned about his actions, as if a student always worried about her teacher's poor evaluation.

This feeling made Vilna very uncomfortable. Even in the drow city, facing her matron, she had never been so cautious and concerned about the other party's feelings.

But why was she so cautious in front of this necromancer? Was it because she feared his mage status? Vilna was not new to dealing with mages, but why did this necromancer feel different from the others?

"Clang... clang...!!"

Just as Vilna was lost in thought, a heavy sound of stone striking stone suddenly came. Before Vilna could react, a shrill scream came from the front. Then, the "stones" that had been piled up harmlessly on the side suddenly stood up, waving their huge claws and attacking the group!

Hearing this sound, Vilna's face changed instantly.

"Bad, it's the claw horrors!!"

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