Zilvra today is obviously different from the last time we met. Half a month ago, when she appeared, she still behaved like a wandering adventurer, always carrying an air of naive innocence, having no guard against anyone, and appearing completely clueless. Although the mage never believed that such purity was the real face of Zilvra and was always on guard against what kind of cunning trick this "Dark Elf" might pull, having already formed a guess about her character. But seeing her again today was still a big shock.
The cloak that was once draped over her shoulders has completely disappeared, replaced by a form-fitting Dark Elf chain armor. Every ring and every scale on it is exquisitely crafted, tightly wrapping around the female Drow’s body. Black soft chains drape down from her shoulder armor, protecting the Drow’s smooth arms. The chains collide with each other but don’t make a sound; next to her strong, slender legs lazily hangs a sword scabbard encrusted with gemstones. The blood of the petrified lizard on the ground is splattered everywhere, some dripping onto her and slowly sliding down her slightly blue-toned skin. Dark Elves generally have slender builds, yet this taut chain armor can highlight her body’s graceful curves. But if you only focus on her contours, you’ll miss the deadly force hidden beneath her graceful body. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire.net
Lynch can never forget the deadly speed and power that Zilvra unleashed that day in the "Red Mushroom" inn during the thrust. Now it seems that when this Dark Elf’s muscles tense, she is like a coiled snake ready to strike at any time.
Zilvra pulled the longsword inserted on the petrified lizard’s back, lifting a drop of blood still clinging to the blade with her slender, white fingers, gently sipping on it while smiling at the mage, clearly enjoying the surprise on his face. She placed the sword back into the scabbard at her waist and walked over slowly, each step radiating deadly elegance and coordination.
"What’s the matter? Pretend not to know me? Or should I greet you with another expression?" Zilvra smiled as she looked at the mage sitting on the lizard’s back.
"I don’t know which face is your true nature, Miss Zilvra. So I’m wondering why you’re here." The mage jumped off the saddle. "Are you here to persuade me to join your family?"
"Hehe, I don’t know either." The female Drow gave a mischievous smile. "According to common sense, a mage like you, every family wants to recruit. But my conditions are the most generous. If you agree, I can offer you a decent position, allowing you not to suffer too much in Ratris City."
"What conditions do you want to propose? I’ll listen."
"I can’t tell you now, but as long as you agree, it will be fine." Zilvra held up a finger and waved it. "It’s not difficult at all."
"Haha, what an interesting trade with an unknown commodity. How could I agree to that?" Lynch looked at the female Drow in front of him, secretly making spell gestures within his sleeve. "Miss Zilvra, will you continue to stand in my way? I need to move forward."
"Forget it, I won’t fight you a second time. Last time you hit me quite hard, my stomach still hurts a bit." Zilvra pretended to rub her stomach with an aggrieved look. "The Underworld Halfling caravan beside you, maybe I even know them."
She no longer glanced at the mage, instead going into the crowd to pull out the caravan’s boss—it seems they were old acquaintances. "Riel! Find me the best and most comfortable mount to take me back to the city."
"Yes." Riel was drenched in sweat, but he neither dared to look up nor to wipe it. He could only quickly run to the back of the team and call his men to bring his mount lizard to Zilvra’s side.
The female Drow lightly stepped on a kneeling halfling and gracefully leaped onto the lizard’s back. She glanced at the mage and others from the corner of her eye, commanding the caravan with the authority of its owner: "Set off, to Radreth City."
"Why is this little girl so arrogant now?" Deluo ran up to the mage from behind upon hearing the commotion, "Should I teach her a lesson?"
"You can beat her, but can you beat the whole city of Dark Elves?" Lynch patted the warrior on the shoulder: "In the Dark Elf City, you mustn’t say such things, especially don’t provoke the Drow women, otherwise, you’ll die, you will definitely die."