Stone Legs pointed to the passage and let out a loud drink to warn his companion to be

  careful. Hardy didn't know what enemies were coming up behind him, but he did feel a wind

  coming up behind him.

  He rolled to the side and at the same time struck his double-headed sword at the monk's

  feet. His attack had no effect, but fortunately he left in time, or he would have been stabbed

  through the heart by the two long, hairy claws that hung down from the roof of the tunnel.

  Hardy then noticed that a huge spider had been lurking above their heads all along.

  The spider kept striking down with all eight of its legs, and Hardy had no other way but to roll

  and roll in the dirty muddy water, tinkling and clashing his blades against his hard, sharp claws.

  The monk's pressure was lightened by the absence of a fighter. Though the orcs' attacks were

  still fierce, the monk was now able to resist them with ease. If only he could endure the

  barbarian rage, then Regula would be able to defeat his enemies with ease.

  The dwarf's first instinct was to free Hardy and rejoin the battle. With this in mind, Hardy

  aimed his crossbow at the spider on the ceiling and shot it in a row.

  Although the spider had eight legs, it could not stop the incoming bolts as quickly as Regula.

  With three "poof poof," three holes were punched in its fat belly, and the yellow-green juice

  gushed out with a foul smell.

  "It hurts so much! You bloody little thing!" 'cried the spider, like a woman in a rage.

  Suddenly, except for the monk, all the people froze for a moment, as if they heard an

  incredible voice. The spider swooped down from the top of the cave and landed beside Mark.

  It was only by the light of the fire that everyone could see what it looked like. This strange

  spider had the head and upper torso of a Drow, its silvery hair tangled, its beautiful black face

  angry, its muscular arms connected to thin hands painted blood red, and its two small breasts

  stood proudly in front of it; But its lower body was a terrible spider, with eight long black

  amputated legs on either side of it, covered with fine black hair. Below the slender spider's

  waist hung a huge round belly, and beneath the fat sacs, three wounds still dripping with

  disgusting goo.

  'Arachnous spirit! Stonelegs let out a cry of surprise. As each Drow reaches adulthood, or

  grows to a certain point in their martial and magical abilities, they complete some sort of test

  under the supervision of the Black Spider Goddess. The tests are a variety of items, according

  to the preferences of the spider goddess, some difficult and some easy, only completed the

  test Drow will officially become a member of the dark elf society, the failure will be turned

  into a spider spirit, forever cursed by the spider goddess.

  After becoming arachnid elves, they are banished to the Underdark and left to fend for

  themselves, where they are constantly tortured with pain and daily life is like hell. There is a

  great animosity between the Arachnids and the Drow Elves, as they believe that it is the Drow

  elves who have passed the test and passed on all kinds of vicious curses to them, so that the

  dark Elves will thrive underground, while the Arachnids will live with their venom and pain

  forever.

  Arachnid elves generally remain the same as they were before they were transformed,

  especially their heads and faces. Over time, however, they come to resent all Drow things,

  including their original dark elf face, as a result of their constant torture. And in a few years,

  they would scratch their own faces and live in a more horrible way.

  But Stone Legs would never mistake the face of the arachnified elves now. Add to that angry

  expression, and the old dwarf who has lived most of his life in the city of Prudence can be

  sure that the arachnid is definitely Zeena, the eldest daughter of the First Family!

  I don't know what she's done to deserve this, but as a powerful spider priest, Zeena has the

  power to turn dark elves into arachniforms when they fail their trials, so she should have the

  appropriate resistance. The only person in the city of Prudence who could transform such a

  high priest into an arachnid, other than the spider goddess herself, was Mistress Batana.

  But now is not the right time to consider the cause or the motives of the first mother. The

  dwarf in the presence of the arachnid is like a poor rabbit being watched by a fierce, hungry

  cheetah. The cheetah has raised its two... Oh, four of the eight legs, plus two arms, just enough

  to block the rabbit's possible course of movement completely; And the rabbit himself had not

  yet had time to restring his crossbow.

  Hardy ate a mouthful of mud in his roll, and as he puffed out the filth, he rolled over and

  jumped off the ground. He caught sight of the dwarf in need, let out a loud cry, and jumped

  on the spider's back.

  Becoming an arachnid reduces a Drow's skills, but makes them sharper. As soon as Zeena the

  spider pursed her hips, a thick white slime was released from three jets on the back of her

  abdomen, which quickly turned into silk in the air and swarmed toward the midair warriors.

  "Broken! Hardy twirled the blade, and the double-headed sword burst into red and white

  light in the air, melting into a rainbow at high speed, and colliding head-on with the white

  silk.

  The silks were so thick that they barely stuck to Hardy's sword, they were cut open and

  scattered like fallen leaves.

  Arachnia Zena increased the force of her spray, and more silk flooded the warrior. She dared

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  not underestimate the strength of this guy behind her, the fast blade if cut on her body, will

  definitely leave a fatal opening.

  Hardy's figure hung in the air, the rush of silk finally working, and he could now feel some of

  the slime reaching his hand through the protection of the swivelling blade. Hardy gathered

  his breath, then suddenly quickened the movements of his hands, and in quick succession,

  like a downpour of a storm, he let out from his mouth: "Da da da da..."

  The monk had begun to seize the initiative, forcing the orcs to retreat, but Hardy's strange

  cry caught his attention. Regula looked back, and his face turned serious. Hardy's sudden

  explosiveness made it difficult for him, even though he was so experienced in combat, to

  judge the superiority of the arachnid versus the warrior.

  Spider Zena had emptied her pocket of most of the remaining slime, and was no longer able

  to put pressure on the fighters in the air. But Hardy's double-headed sword, too, had become

  so tangled with silk that it turned into a cocoon-like thing, its sharp edge completely obscured.

  Hardy flung the double-headed sword away from him, raised his fist, and lunged at the

  arachnid.

  With a thud, he sat on her back and, ignoring the cut in his flesh by the spider's sharp fur,

  threw a series of punches.

  Each punch came with a dull thud, and at the same time, Spider Zena let out a scream of pain.

  Twisting her upper body, she clutched Hardy with both hands, her blood-red fingers making

  only a small cut to inject the poison into the human body. But Zeena was clearly a few grades

  below Hardy in hand-to-hand combat, and when the fighter grabbed her hand and twisted

  it, the fragile Drow wrist snapped.

  Zeena let out a piercing scream that made anyone who heard it feel a tingle of pain on the

  scalp and a stab in the chest. Seeing that the arachnid was locked in a struggle, the monk

  frowned more and more tightly and decided to make a quick decision. Instead of avoiding

  the goblin's sword, he pressed his left hand against the side of the blade, and his other hand

  against the goblin's chest.

  How could the power of one hand stop the full swing of a two-handed weapon in the fury of

  the goblins? Even if the force was only from the side, the high speed of the blade was still

  accompanied by a powerful counter-shock force, and with two sharp crackles, the monk's left

  hand was dislocated and paralyzed.

  But the opportunity to strike sent the orcs flying. After a solid blow to the heart, Mapp took

  several steps back and sat down in the mud, blood gushing all over his chest. Although shock

  and awe were not successfully used to paralyze the barbarians, the savage's fury had to be

  halted, and the exhaustion of his strength rendered Mapp no longer able to fight.

  Reverend Joe ran to the Orc's side, took out his healing wand and quickly healed his wound,

  all the while keeping a watchful eye on the monk to prevent him from striking.

  But the monk's eyes were fixed on Arachnia Zeena. Hardy's attack had done serious damage

  to the Arachnia, and Zeina was now frantically scrambling to throw the human off her back.

  But Hardy grabbed her by the long hair on her back and clenched her legs, as if trying to

  tame a wild horse and not survive.

  The dwarf took the time to load his crossbow and aim it at the Drow's head. Zeena knew

  nothing of this.

  "No way! The monk starts suddenly. He sprints toward Mark like a departing arrow, quickly

  pulling out a vestige in the air. Everyone looked at this scene in surprise, how can not believe

  that a person can have such a fast speed.

  Regula tried to stop Mark from buckling, but there was no way he could move his legs faster

  than the midget could move his fingers. The crossbow was fired, and the tensed string began

  to push the arrow forward.

  Regula threw himself between the dwarf and Zeena, his arms outstretched to shield the

  arachnid behind him as best he could. With a continuous puffing sound, small holes appeared

  in the monk's body, and blood stained his black suit. Regula clenched his teeth and slapped

  his hand on the dwarf's head. A white flash of light erupted with a roar between his palm and

  Mark's forehead. The dwarf fell headfirst to the ground, unconscious.

  No longer able to hold back the bitter liquid in his throat, Regula fell to his knees and began

  to spit out blood.

  When the arachnid saw this, she, too, rolled on the ground like a maniac, willing to show her

  weakness in the belly to pull the warrior off her back. Hardy was held down twice in the mud,

  and on the third attempt, she succumbed to her strength and fell from Zena.

  Picking up the weak monk on her two legs, Zeena left a thick spider web behind her to stop

  the enemy from pursuing her, and quickly disappeared down the sewers of the city of

  Prudence.

  Hardy, who had no intention of pursuing the two, rose from the mud and ran first to the

  unconscious dwarf.

  Reverend Joe, having healed the goblin, went over to the dwarf and examined his wounds

  carefully. "It's all right," he said. "It's just a shock. Just get some rest."

  Relieved, Hardy carried the dwarf on his back, retrieved his double-headed sword from the

  muddy water, and tore at the spider silk. Weary, the unconscious Mark slowly slipped off his

  back, and before the warrior could react, the dwarf was wrapped in two long arms.

  Blushing, the human maid lowered her head and dared not look at the soldier in front of her.

  "Let me take care of him..." she said softly.