Trisna accepted the ice soul and said with a smile: "Come with me to Silvermoon City when you have time!"
"Are you going to break the seal?" Sherlock asked.
"Well, by the way, I want to inquire about the whereabouts of my uncle."
"Dark Ranger Drizzt Do'Urden, are you really from the same family?" Drizzt is the only dark elf who can have a relationship with Alustriel.
"That should be the case, if two people can be considered a family." Trisna recounted the history of that year in a calm tone.
In the Year of Troubles, after Drizzt helped the dwarf king Bruenor to regain Mithril Hall, the drow clan in Menzoberranzan launched a conspiracy against Mithril Hall.
Drizzt's biological sister, Verna, who raised him and taught him to become a prince's trainee, designed a trap for the kind drow, tricking Drizzt into the underground world and imprisoning him in a mine.
The dwarf king led Wulfgar, Catti-brie and their subordinates into the mines to rescue Drizzt, but unfortunately they met Verna.
During the fierce battle, Verna summoned the Spider Queen's maid, Waxmelt.
In order to save Drizzt, Wulfgar did not hesitate to die with the monster.
Drizzt, who was rescued, learned of Wulfgar's death and finally realized Verna's cruel nature hidden in the drow bloodline, and ended the other's sinful life with one knife.
Later, under the instruction of Lolth, the goddess of chaos, Matron Baenre united all the families in Menzoberranzan and launched an expedition to Mithril Hall.
The army of dark elves marched all the way to Mithril Hall, and the dwarf king and his allies fell into a fatal battle that was bound to lose.
At this time, Drizzt and his friends made a surprise attack and killed Matron Baenre and several leaders of the Dark Alliance.
The dark elf coalition was instantly defeated, and the city of Menzoberranzan returned to chaos.
The Do'Urden family also completely perished in this chaos, leaving only Drizzt and his sister Verna's newly born baby daughter.
Calculating the time, the year of turmoil was dr1358, and now it is dr1379. There is a gap of 21 years, which matches Trisna's age.
"Did Drizzt raise you?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"To be precise, he just taught me how to survive in the Dark Territory." Trisna curled her lips and said.
"Um..." Sherlock understood clearly that Drizzt's character really didn't look like he could take care of children.
"You don't have to show that expression. To be honest, I'm very grateful to him." Trisna looked at the Bing Po and Yao Guang in her hands and said quietly: "Without the two scimitars he left behind, I wouldn't be able to live.
Come down."
"Don't mind, I'm just a little surprised. You seem to be different from ordinary drow."
"Surface creatures are always prejudiced against us. In fact, even underground, there are many drow who believe in Eilistraee." Trisna put away her scimitar, folded her hands in front of her chest, and said angrily.
Eilistraee is the daughter of the Elf God Corellon and the Spider Queen Rose. She is the only good-aligned god in the drow pantheon and is a loyal ally of Mystra.
The two gods even have a common chosen one, one of the Seven Sisters of the North, Qilu Veladoron.
"So, are you a believer of the Dark Maiden?"
"you guess?"
Looking at Trisna's weird smile, Sherlock suddenly thought of another possibility: "You are not also a follower of Melikai."
Trisna was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Sherlock to guess the correct answer so quickly.
"Is it related to sunlight punishment?" Sherlock continued to ask.
Underground creatures will be punished by sunlight when they come to the surface, and their attributes will be greatly weakened during the day.
According to rumors, Drizzt seems to have a way to resist this kind of punishment. Many people speculate that this ability is related to the gods he believes in.
Trisna nodded, confirming this guess: "Actually, when we first met, I happened to be receiving the baptism of sunlight. Not only were my attributes weakened, but my level also dropped to level 10."
"No wonder I always thought your state was a bit strange at the time." Sherlock seemed extremely excited. Being able to discover these secrets was a great spiritual satisfaction for him. This kind of pleasure even exceeded that of a virtual lover.
bring him excitement.
"I think your current state is a bit strange."
Sherlock didn't hear Trisna's last whisper.
Because at this time, accompanied by a burst of lively applause, five girls wearing red and white witch costumes slowly walked out.
According to the village chief, the witch's prayer is the most important and sacred part of the entire ritual.
Every year, the village selects the five most outstanding-looking young virgins to become shrine maidens.
After a month of training, the witches will wear special costumes and pray to the gods through singing and dancing on the night of the sacrifice.
With Cindy Zhuyu in front of him, Sherlock originally thought that the sacrificial dance in a small mountain village would be a large-scale local entertainment scene.
But when he saw these witches appearing, he knew that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.
The red and white miko uniform is quite extraordinary in terms of design and materials;
The five witches wearing witch costumes are like elves under the moonlight, and their movements reveal a sense of being otherworldly.
It can be said that the five witches dancing in the center are completely different from the entire sacrifice and the villagers participating in the sacrifice.
"Is this village really blessed by some god?" Sherlock couldn't help but guess.
And soon, his suspicion was confirmed.
When the witches finished the last dance step, a mysterious aura suddenly appeared on the altar.
Before he could even utter a warning, the aura quickly spread and instantly enveloped the entire sacrificial venue.
"Wow~"
As soon as Sherlock's mind moved, Huayedi had already walked out of the star realm.
The pure white fluorescence of the Eternal Dream sprinkled down along with bits of golden light, blocking out all the aura.
Huayedi's shield did not suffer any damage, so it should not be a damaging spell.
Is it an illusion?
Or a curse?
Just when Sherlock was about to turn into the blue frog form to find out, the aura suddenly shrank back and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
From its appearance to its disappearance, this breath existed for less than three seconds.
Except for him, the surrounding villagers, even Amber and the others, didn't seem to notice anything strange at all.
"I really didn't feel the aura you mentioned." Amber responded through the communicator.
"Anyway, be careful. This village is not simple. You should also tell Qingxuan and the others." Sherlock gave a kind reminder and hung up the communication.
To be honest, he didn't know what the aura was, maybe it was the mysterious existence guarding the village, so he didn't say much.
"Are you worried?"
A crisp voice sounded in Sherlock's ears. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a witch sitting next to him.
"Nothing, may I ask who you are..." He felt that the witch in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"We just met, don't you remember me?" The witch looked aggrieved.
"You are Weier!" Sherlock thought quickly: "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you when you put on these clothes."
"This dress looks very nice, but it's a pity that it's only one day a year that I have the opportunity to wear it." Weier said a little regretfully.
Sherlock was about to inquire about this sacrifice, so he followed the other person and asked: "It is a very beautiful and exquisite witch costume. Where did you buy it?"
"We didn't buy this, but it was given by the gods." Weier was very pious when she said this.
"Is it the Mother Earth that was given by the gods?"
"No, we don't know which god it is."
"Then, has that god really sent down his divine favor?"
"Of course, thanks to the blessing of the gods, we were able to survive that famine."
"Can you tell me more about it?" Sherlock became more and more interested.
"Okay, but you also have to tell me your adventure story."
"No problem." Sherlock agreed happily.
"Then go to my house. It's too noisy here." Weier lowered her head and kept fiddling with the corners of her skirt with her hands.
"Well..." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but curiosity finally prevailed: "Okay, let's go!"
The two took advantage of the darkness and quietly got up and walked out of the crowd.
In the crowd, a pair of eyes looked at the two people's leaving figures, and the aura in their eyes suddenly dimmed.
