Chapter 25 Chapter 21 Silver in the Shadows

Suddenly, he found focus in a great grayness, and there seemed to be something solid in the swirl of nothingness.It drifted and spun slowly in front of him. It has two silhouettes that separate and come together again.He battled the dull pain in his head, the inner darkness that had exhausted him, and struggled to keep him from getting out of his grasp.Gradually, he felt his hands and feet again, and realized who he was and how he got here. In his startled awakening, the image of a crystalline object intensified and came into focus.It was the hilt of a jeweled dagger. Entreri was closing in, and a few yards away, the only torch on the wall was a dark figure in the background.His weapons are ready to strike at the first sign of resistance.Drizzt could see that the killer had also been injured in the fall, but he obviously recovered first.

"Can you still go?" Entreri asked.Drizzt was shrewd enough to know what would happen to him if he couldn't go. He nodded and was about to stand up, but the dagger came closer. "Not yet!" Entreri growled. "We must first determine where we are and where we are going!" Drizzt turned his attention away from the killer, and studied their surroundings, convinced that Entreri would have killed him long ago had he tried.They were now in the mine, which was obvious, for the walls here were roughly dug stone, supported by wooden posts every twenty feet or so. "How far have we fallen?" he asked the killer, his senses telling him that they were deep below the room where the previous battle had taken place.

Entreri shrugged. "I remember falling on a hard rock after falling a short distance, down slopes and twisty chutes. It seemed like a long time before we finally landed here." He pointed to an opening in the corner of the ceiling where they It fell out of there. "But the sense of time is different for someone who thinks they're going to die, and the whole thing probably happened a lot faster than I remember." "Trust your first instinct," Drizzt advised, "because my senses tell me we've indeed fallen a long way down." "How do we get out?"

Drizzt carefully observed the slight slope of the ground, then pointed to the right. "That direction is up," he said. "Get up, then," said Entreri, extending his hand to help the dark elf. Drizzt accepted the help and stood up carefully, without making any threatening movements.He knew that Entreri's dagger would cut him open long before he could strike. Entreri knew this fact too, but he expected Drizzt to cause no trouble in his present predicament.They had fought each other in the alcove above, each looking at each other with an unacknowledged respect. "I need your eyes," Entreri explained, but Drizzt had already thought of that. "I only found one torch! It won't last till I get out. Your dark elf eyes can find their way in the darkness. I'll be close enough to feel your every move, close enough to kill you with a single blow !" He flipped the dagger again to emphasize his point, but Drizzt knew exactly what he was thinking without looking.

When Drizzt stood up, he found that he was not hurt as badly as he had feared.He sprained one knee and ankle, and as soon as he put any weight on his body, he knew every step would hurt.He couldn't let Entreri know, though.If he couldn't last, he was of no use to Entreri. Entreri turned to get the torch when Drizzt took a quick glance at his equipment.He saw one of his scimitars tucked into Entreri's belt, but the other magic blade was nowhere near.He felt one of his daggers tucked in the hidden scabbard of his boot, but he wasn't sure how much that pocket knife would help him against an opponent skilled in martial arts with saber and dagger.Going up to Entreri in an unfavorable situation is the worst possible strategy in the most desperate situation.

Then, in a sudden shock, Drizzt grabbed his fanny pack, his horror intensified considerably when he saw that the cord of the seal had been undone.He knew Guenhwyvar was gone before he even put his hand in it.He looked around frantically, but saw only rubble. Noticing his anxiety, Entreri smiled wickedly smugly under the hood of his cloak. "Let's go!" he said to the dark elf. Drizzt had no other choice.He must not have told Entreri about the enchanted statue, risking Guenhwyvar falling into the hands of his evil master again.Drizzt had spared the great leopard from such a fate, but now he would rather have it buried forever under hundreds of tons of stone than return to an unworthy owner.He took one last sad look at the pile of stones, and then he accepted the loss painfully, taking comfort in the fact that the leopard was alive and safe from harm in his own part of existence.

The pillars of the tunnel were left behind with disturbing regularity, as if they had been walking in the same spot.Drizzt felt that the tunnel had an arc as it rose slowly, making a huge circle.It made him feel even more tense.He knew the dwarven art of tunneling, especially where there were precious stones or metals, and he began to wonder how many miles it would take to reach the second highest level underground. Even if Entreri's sense of the ground wasn't as keen, and he wasn't familiar with things about the dwarves, he shared the same unease.After walking for an hour, two hours, all I saw were wooden pillars stretching forward into the darkness.

"The torches are dimmed!" said Entreri, breaking the silence that had surrounded them since they set out.Even the sound of their footsteps, the specially practiced footsteps of the two fighters who kept their stealth, faded away in the enclosed space of the underground walkway. "Perhaps things will turn in your favor, Dark Elf." Drizzt knew it all too well.Entreri was a creature of the night like himself, with highly developed reflexes and experience more than making up for his lack of vision in the dark.Killers don't do it in broad daylight. Drizzt made no answer, turning back to the road ahead, but as he looked around, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the torch's reflection.He moved toward the wall of the walkway, ignoring Entreri's nervous dodging behind him, and began to feel the texture of the wall, then stared in anticipation of another flash.When Entreri moved behind him, the thing flickered for just a second, a flash of silver moving along the wall.

"Silver streams fly by," he murmured incredulously. "What?" Entreri demanded. "Bring me the torch." was Drizzt's only answer.He ran his hand eagerly over the wall, looking for evidence that would disprove his obstinate beliefs, that Bruenor's tale of Mithril Hall was true, not just bragging, as he thought. Entreri was at his side quickly, curious.The torches made it clear: a silvery stream ran along the wall, as thick as Drizzt's forearm and gleaming with purity. "Mithril," Entreri said, staring blankly. "The King's Treasure!"

"It's no use to us though." Drizzt dampened their excitement.He moved on again, as if this fountain of mithril did not interest him.For some reason, he felt that Entreri should not be allowed to see this place, that the mere presence of the Killer was sullying the treasures of the Warhammer clan.Drizzt didn't wish to give the killer any reason to revisit Mithril Hall.Entreri shrugged and followed. As they went on, the slope of the tunnel became more pronounced, and the veins of mithril kept repeating, making Drizzt suspect that Bruenor might be underestimating his kind's prosperity.

Entreri was always one step behind the dark elves, too focused on guarding his captives to pay too much attention to the precious metals, but he was also well aware of the potential of the place that surrounded him.He himself doesn't care much about these treasures, but he knows that this information is very valuable and will be of great help to his future bargaining chips. Long before the torches were extinguished, the two of them found themselves unable to see, for there was a faint light ahead somewhere around the corner.Even so, the killer moved closer to Drizzt, resting the dagger on his back, his only hope of escape if the light went completely dark. But the light is getting brighter and brighter, because the light source is really big.The air around them was getting warmer, and soon they heard the sound of machines grinding something nearby, echoing in the tunnel.Entreri tightened his grip on Drizzt's cloak, pulling him toward him. "Here, you are as much an intruder as I am," he said softly. "The only way to escape is for us to cooperate." "What those miners did, could it be worse than the fate you inflicted on me?" Drizzt sighed sarcastically. Entreri loosened his cloak and took a step back. "It seems like I have to offer you something to secure your consent," he said. Drizzt watched him closely, not knowing what to think. "All the advantages are on your side," he said. "Not so," replied the killer.Drizzt was bewildered as Entreri slid the dagger into its sheath. "I admit that I can kill you, but what good does it do me? I don't take pleasure in killing people." "But killing people doesn't make you uncomfortable." Drizzt retorted. "If I had to, I would," Entreri said, covering the stinging remark with a laugh. Drizzt knew the man better and better.He is ruthless and realistic, and has an undeniably high degree of skill in dealing with death.Watching Entreri, Drizzt seemed to see what he would have become if he had remained in Menzoberranzan with his evil kin.Entreri epitomized the social dogma of the dark elves, selfishness and cruelty that drove Drizzt out of the Underworld.He looked at the killer without hesitation, he hated every inch of this man, but somehow he couldn't mentally separate himself from him completely. He decided that he must stand by his principles now, just as he had done in the dark city. "When you have to, you will," he said contemptuously in disgust, regardless of the consequences, "no matter the cost." "Whatever the cost," Entreri repeated quietly, his self-satisfied smile twisting the insult into a compliment. "Be glad I'm so practical, Drizzt Do'Urden, or you'd never have woken up after the fall just now." "But enough of these frivolous debates. I have an idea that is good for both of us." Drizzt remained silent, showing no signs of interest. "Do you know why I'm here?" Entreri asked. "You've come to find the halfling." "You're wrong," Entreri replied. "Not for the halfling, but for the halfling's pendant. He stole it from my master, but I doubt he'll admit it to you." "I know he didn't say it," Drizzt said, sarcastically leading the conversation to another doubt in his mind. "Your master wants revenge too, doesn't he?" "Perhaps," Entreri said without hesitation. "But getting the pendant back is the most important thing. So I propose: Let's find the way back to your friend together. I offer help on the way and your life in exchange for the pendant. If we get there, you persuade the halfling to hand it over Things, I will leave immediately, and I will not come back. My master will take back the treasure, and your friend will spend the rest of his life in peace, without having to keep looking back and being suspicious." "Are you just talking verbally?" Drizzt retorted him. "I promise by action," Entreri shot back.He pulled the scimitar from his belt and threw it to Drizzt. "I don't want to die in this desolate mine, Dark Elf, and I hope you do too." "How do you know that I will fulfill my promise when I return to my partner?" He picked up the knife and inspected it carefully, and it was hard to believe that things had taken a turn for the worse. Entreri laughed again. "You're too respectable to put these questions in my mind, Dark Elf. You'll pay for what you promise, I'm sure of that. Deal?" Drizzt had to acknowledge the wisdom of Entreri's words.They now have a good chance of escaping the lower pits.Drizzt would not pass up the chance to get back to his friends with a pendant that kept getting Regis in more trouble than it was worth. "I agree," he said. With each turn, the walkway grew brighter, not as a flickering light like a torch, but as a continual glow.The noise from the machine has also increased proportionally, and now the two have to yell for each other to hear. At the last turn they came suddenly to the end of the pit, and past the last pillars was a large cave.They tried their way through the pillars until they came to the great chasm, a small ledge of rock on the edge of the great subterranean city of the Warhammers. Fortunately they were on the upper level of this great pit, for the walls on both sides had been whittled down into great steps to the bottom of the cave, and on each side there was a large discharge opening which marked the door where the Bruno people lived.The steps were empty now, but Drizzt could imagine the prosperity here, having heard the countless stories Bruenor told him.Ten thousand dwarves worked tirelessly at the work they loved, hammering hammers on mithril and humming hymns to their gods. What a sight it would be!The dwarves climbed from floor to floor to show off their latest creation, an impossibly beautiful thing made of mithril.Also, if Trist's knowledge of the dwarves of Icewind Dale, even the smallest flaw, will make these craftsmen rush back to Iron Cobalt, begging their gods to forgive, and give him the technology to make better items.No other race in the world can boast of such pride in their work as the Dwarves, and the Warhammers are second to none even by the standards of their bearded brethren. Only the bottom of the cave was buzzing with human activity now, for hundreds of feet stretched out in all directions beneath them, approaching the forge in the center of Mithril Hall, the furnaces hot enough to melt the metal in the ore.Drizzt and Entreri could feel the scorching heat even from this height.Dozens of squat workers are scurrying here and there, pushing carts of ore or fuel.Drizzt assumed they were duergar, though they couldn't be seen clearly from this height. Just a few feet to the right of the tunnel exit, a wide, gently curving ramp spiraled down to another flight of stairs.On the left, the ledge ran along the wall, and it was narrow and not designed for casual human passage, but continuing down the road, Drizzt could see a bridge spanning the chasm. Entreri told him to go back into the tunnel. "That bridge seems to be our best route," said the Killer. "But I'm very uneasy about walking across a bridge with so many people next to it." "We have no other choice," reasoned Drizzt. "We could step back and look for the walkway branches we've been through, but I believe those are just extensions of the pit and I doubt they'll take us this far." "We must go," Entreri agreed. "Perhaps the noise and the bright light will be enough to cover us." Without hesitation, he dodged onto the ledge and started walking towards the dark silhouette of the bridge, Drizzt at his heels. Even though the protrusion was no more than two feet at its widest point, and much narrower at its narrowest point, the two nimble warriors walked over without any difficulty.At once they came to the front of the bridge, which was a narrow stone arch bridge with a noisy sound below. They crawled and began to advance easily.When they came to the midpoint of the bridge and started to go down the back of the arc, they dropped onto a wider ledge along the wall on the other side of the pothole.Looming at the end of the bridge was a tunnel, glowing with a handful of lights, like the ones they had just left on the upper level.To the left of its entrance, there are a few small shadows!It was the duergar standing huddled talking, not paying attention to the area.Entreri looked back at Drizzt with a smile on his face, and pointed to the tunnel. They were as quiet as cats, and hiding in the shadows, they ducked into the tunnel, and the duergars did not see them. They were stomping swiftly again now, the wooden pillars passed them easily, and they soon left the dungeon far behind.The roughly excavated walls allowed them to hide in many shadows, so that they would not be illuminated by the torches, and the noise from the workers behind them gradually weakened into distant whispers behind them. Prepare for others. They rounded a bend in the tunnel and almost ran into a lone duergar sentinel. "What are you doing?" shouted the sentinel, his mithril broadsword gleaming in the torchlight.His armor, chain mail, helmet, and shiny shield are all made of this precious metal. A soldier is actually equipped with treasures that only an ordinary king can have! Drizzt moved past his companion, telling Entreri to stay behind.He didn't want to leave a trail of corpses to tell others about their escape route.The killer understands that the dark elves have some special advantages when facing other inhabitants of the underworld. He doesn't want to reveal that he is human, and he also hopes to increase the credibility of Drizzt's story, so he puts the cloak on the hat Pull it up to cover your face. The sentry jumped back, his eyes wide in surprise, as he recognized Drizzt as a dark elf.Drizzt frowned at him, but didn't answer. "Hmm... may I ask what you are doing in this mine?" the gray dwarf asked, his question and tone this time very polite. "I'm walking," Drizzt replied dryly, pretending to still be offended at the initial rude treatment. "Then... who are you?" the guard stammered. Entreri saw that the duergar was clearly afraid of Drizzt.This shows that the dark elves are more revered among the underground races than among the above-ground dwellers.The killer noticed this in his mind, and he decided to be more careful in dealing with Drizzt in the future. "I am Drizzt Do'Urden of House Demon Nasharsparnon, Ninth House of Menzoberranzan," said Drizzt, feeling no need to lie. "Welcome!" cried the sentinel. "I am Mark Nag of House Bubkeng." He bowed deeply, his gray beard sweeping the ground. "We have very few visitors in the mines. Are you looking for someone? Or how can I help you?" Drizzt thought for a moment.If his friends survived the collapse, and he had to hold on to that hope, they would go to Glen Canyon. "My work is done," he said to the duergar. "I am very satisfied." Mark Nag looked at him curiously. "Are you satisfied?" "You people dug deep," Drizzt explained. "You invaded one of our tunnels when you were digging. So we came here to investigate the mines and make sure that no enemies of the dark elves live in this place. I saw your forge, gray dwarves, you should be proud." The Sentinel tightened his belt and narrowed his stomach.The Bubukens are indeed proud of the construction here, even though they have taken the whole system from the Warhammers. "You said you were satisfied. Where are you going now, Drizzt Do'Urden? To meet our master?" "If so, who do I go to?" "Haven't you heard of Shimmer?" Mark Nag replied with a knowing smile. "He's a dark dragon, black as hell, and more ferocious than a thorny demon! Don't know how much he'll like the dark elves who come to our mines, but we'll see!" "I don't think so," Drizzt replied. "I know all I need to know, and now I'm heading home. I won't bother Shimmer, or your hospitable people." "I think you'll go to him," said Macnag, taking more courage from Drizzt's politeness and his master's name.He folded his gnarled arms across his chest, the mithril sword almost leaning on the shining shield. Drizzt frowned again, and pointed a finger inside the cloak in the direction of the duergar.Macnag noticed the movement, and so did Entreri, and the killer almost fell backwards in bewilderment at the duergar's reaction.A noticeable gray fell over his already gray face, and he stood erect, not even daring to take a breath. "I'm going home," Drizzt said again. "Go home, yes!" said Macnag. "Am I going to show you the way? The tunnel going there has become very complicated." why not?Drizzt thought, thinking at least if they knew the nearest way, they'd have a better chance of getting out. "I'm going to a canyon," he told Marknag. "Before the Boubokens came, we heard that place was called Glen Canyon." "Now it's called the Shimmering Passage," Mark Nag corrected. "Turn left at the next fork," he said, pointing to the aisle. "And then keep going straight." Drizzt didn't like the new name for the canyon.He wondered what monsters his friends would find when they reached the canyon.He didn't want to waste any more time, so he nodded to Mark Nag and walked over.The duergar very much wanted them to hurry over without any further conversation, standing as far away as possible. Entreri looked back at Maknag after walking past, and saw that he was wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "We should kill him," he said to Drizzt when they were at a safe distance. "He'll bring the rest of his clan after us." "There is no quicker mobilization of alarm than a dead body or a missing sentry," Drizzt replied. "Maybe some people will come to confirm after he finishes telling the story, but at least we also know the way out. He dare not lie to me, he will be afraid that my questioning of him is just a test. As we all know, our race will Kill anyone who tells such lies." "What did you do to him just now?" Entreri asked. Drizzt had to laugh that he had the conflicting benefits of his race's wicked reputation.He stuck a finger under the cloak again. "I pretended to have a crossbow underneath that was small enough to fit in a pocket," he explained. "Wouldn't it give you that impression when it's pointed at the target? Dark elves are famous for this crossbow." "But how can such a small arrow be fatal against Mithril armor?" Entreri asked, still not quite understanding why the threat was so effective. "Ah, because of the poison." Drizzt smiled smugly, and then continued to move forward in the passage. Entreri paused, grinning at the simple logic.Just how cruel and ruthless the dark elves are, and they can make such a simple threat produce such a big effect. It seems that their reputation for bloodthirsty is not exaggerated. Entreri found himself beginning to admire the black elves. Although they moved quickly, the pursuers appeared earlier than they thought.The sound of boots slamming loudly for a while, disappearing for a while, and reappearing around the next corner, even closer than before.Drizzt and Entreri knew those people were taking trails, cursing at every turn in the winding tunnel.Finally, when the pursuers were close to them, Drizzt told the killer to stop. "Not many people," he said, and he heard the individual footsteps of each. "The men at the tunnel entrance," Entreri guessed. "Let's resist. But be quick, because there are undoubtedly more behind!" The excited gleam in the killer's eyes was uncomfortably familiar to Drizzt. He didn't have time to ponder the uncomfortable suggestion.Shaking those thoughts out of his head, and concentrating entirely on what was at hand, he drew the dagger he had hidden from his boot, which he had no time to hide from Entreri, and he stood by the tunnel wall. Found a shadow that could hide.Entreri did the same, hiding himself on the far side of the passage, a few feet away from the dark elf. These few seconds passed very slowly, only vague footsteps were heard.Both waited patiently, holding their breath, knowing that no one had passed them yet. Suddenly the sounds multiplied several times, for the duergar rushed out of the secret door into the main tunnel. "Should be nearby," Drizzt and Entreri heard one of them say. "The dragon will reward us well if we catch them," shouted another contemptuously. Each wears shining armor and wields mithril weapons.They rounded the last corner and came within sight of the two hiding. Drizzt looked at his scimitar of blunt steel, wondering how precisely he would need to strike against the mithril's scorpion.He sighed, wishing it was his magic weapon. Entreri saw the problem too, and he knew they had to turn it around somehow.He quickly picked up a small packet of coins from his belt and hurled them down the aisle.It flew through the darkness and hit the wall where the tunnel began to bend again. The gray dwarf immediately stood up straight as a person. "It's up ahead!" one of them yelled, and they ducked and rushed around the next corner.Right between the waiting dark elves and killers. The shadow suddenly moved and fell on the frozen gray dwarf.Drizzt and Entreri attacked together and seized the most favorable timing. The front of the group of gray dwarves had just arrived at the killer, and the rear had just passed Drizzt's side. The duergar screamed in terror.Daggers, sabers, and scimitars danced around them in a flash of death, pointing at the chinks in their armor, looking for openings in the solid metal.When they finally found it, they hacked in with relentless efficiency. When the duerwara recovered from the shock of the attack, there were already two dead bodies lying at the feet of the dark elves, one at Entreri's feet, and a third lying on its side with its bloody hands clutching its belly. "Back to back!" Entreri yelled, and Drizzt thought of the same strategy, already moving swiftly through the disorganized dwarves.Entreri took out another one as he joined him, and the hapless duergar turned his head to look at the approaching drow, just long enough for the jeweled dagger to sink into the slit under his helm. Then they rejoined, back to back, each following each other's cloaks and began to turn, their weapons turning into a blur of light and shadow, and their movements were so similar that the three remaining duergars were trying to figure out where Is the starting point of one of the enemies, and hesitated for a while before where is the end point. The gray dwarves shouted to their god-like ruler, Shuoying, and rushed over regardless of the situation. Drizzt immediately unleashed a series of moves, which should have knocked down the opponent, but the opponent's armor was much harder than his steel knife, and his slashing was blocked aside.Entreri also had difficulty getting through mithril armor and shields, finding a gap to stab them. Drizzt rolled one shoulder in and the other down away from his partner.Entreri understood at once, and he followed the dark elf's lead, beginning to sideways behind him as well. Gradually, the strength of their rotation became stronger and stronger, and the two of them cooperated perfectly just like dancers who had practiced hard. The gray dwarf didn't even dare to hold on to resist.Their opponents were constantly changing, with the drow and Entreri taking turns swinging away a sword or ax that the other had just blocked.Their rhythm maintained for several rounds, letting the duergar fall into the pattern of their dancing, and then, still led by Drizzt, the footwork began to scramble and even change the direction of their spin. The three gray dwarves were evenly scattered around the two, and they didn't know which direction the next attack would come from. Entreri had literally read every thought of the drow at this point, and he saw what might happen.As he moved away from a confused dwarf, he feinted to turn and attack, causing the duergar to freeze, giving Drizzt, coming from the other side, enough time to find a gap. "Kill him!" the killer shouted in triumph. The Machete did what it was supposed to do. It's two on two now.They stopped dancing, and each found a person to match. With a sudden leap, Drizzt lunged at his diminutive foe, and walked along the wall.The duergar was so engrossed in the drow's deadly weapon that he didn't notice that Drizzt's third weapon had joined the fray. The duergar's astonishment was only relieved when the fatal blow he had anticipated was coming, when Drizzt's cloak floated over him, a darkness that enveloped it that only deepened into the void of death. . In contrast to Drizzt's graceful technique, Entreri's sudden and frenzied strikes held the dwarf immobile with his underhand strikes and thunderous counterattacks.He always targets the hand that holds the weapon.The duergar began to understand the Killer's tactics, as his fingers began to go numb from the cuts after a few waves of smaller attacks. The duergar overreacted, turning his shield around to protect his vulnerable hand. Exactly as Entreri thought.Turning over in the opposite direction from his opponent, he saw the back of the shield and the gap under the shoulders of the mithril mail.The killer's knife plunged in furiously, piercing the man's lungs and hurling him to the stony ground.The gray dwarf lay there, one elbow bent, and breathed his last. Drizzt approached the last dwarf, wounded in the initial battle, a few yards away with his back against the wall, the torchlight reflecting a pool of red blood beneath him.The dwarf still had a fighting spirit in his heart.He raised his broadsword and faced the dark elf. It was Marknag, and Drizzt saw it, and the sadness in the dark elf's heart pleaded quietly for him, and removed the burning light from his eyes. A gleaming object, glowing with the colors of a dozen different gemstones, sped past Drizzt, ending his inner argument. Entreri's dagger sank deep into Macnag's eye.The dwarf didn't even fall, which was a clean move.He continued to maintain his original posture, leaning against the stone wall.But now the pool of blood has been replenished from two other wounds. Drizzt asked himself to calm down in his rage, not even moving sideways as the killer grimly walked by to draw his weapon. Entreri drew his weapon roughly, then turned to Drizzt, and Macnag fell, spattering blood. "Four to four," growled the killer. "Do you really think I'll give you the upper hand in numbers?" Drizzt didn't answer, didn't blink. Both felt the sweat on their palms as they gripped their weapons, an event that prepared them to finish off the duel they hadn't finished above. They are so alike and yet so dramatically different. At this moment, the anger over Marknag's death wasn't affecting Drizzt the most, it was just making him more certain of his feelings for the vile companion.His desire to kill Entreri ran deeper than his anger at the killer's evil actions.Killing Entreri meant killing his own dark side, Drizzt believed so, because he could have become like this man himself.It was a test of his self-worth, a head-on confrontation with what he could become.If he had continued to live with his kindred, and had often seen his decision to leave their way of life, to leave the dark city, as a feeble attempt to twist the orders of nature, it would have been his dagger that had stabbed Mark Nag in the eye. up. Entreri looked at Drizzt with equal disdain.What potential he saw in the dark elves!But Drizzt began to pity him because of his unbearable weakness.Perhaps the killer was actually jealous of the love and compassion he found in Drizzt.Drizzt was so much like him, but the dark elf only made him feel more emotionally empty. Even if these feelings really existed in Entreri's heart, they couldn't possibly affect Artemis Entreri from a high position.他将一生花在训练自己成为杀人机器上面，没有一丝一毫的光明能够穿过他硬起心肠造成的黑暗障碍。他要向自己和黑暗精灵证明，一个真正的战士是没有任何一丝软弱的余地的。 他们现在越靠越近，然而他们两个都不知道是谁先前进的，就好像一种看不见的力量作用在他们身上。手中的武器在期望中抽动着，两个人都在等待对方先摊牌。 两个人都希望是对方先屈服于他们共有的欲望，那就是他们人生信念的终极决战。 靴子踏在地上的脚步声打破了这僵持的气氛。