Beautiful face, well-proportioned figure, fair skin, thick and moist long hair.poured down the back of her neck.She seduced him with a gentle touch, her soft and illusory fingers slowly grazing his jaw, jawbone and the ridgeline of his neck. He tensed every muscle, competing with the woman in front of him for control of him.After all these years, every sliver of willpower he had left was a struggle. He didn't even know why he still resisted. He had long forgotten what was supporting him from the real world.In this place, what is "right"?what is wrong"?What is the price of happiness?What else would he have to pay?

The gentle stroking is non-stop all the time. When the fingertips pass by, the muscles become loose, but goose bumps appear on the skin.He heard voices calling him to give up. give up. He felt his will was passing, and he was fighting against his insistence.He has no reason to resist.What was waiting for him was a soft and comfortable mattress, not the horrible feeling that had troubled him for many years.Her mana can give him everything, this is her promise to him. He was collapsing rapidly, his eyes could no longer be opened, but his skin became more sensitive to the constant caress. He heard her growl, a ferocious and brutal howl.

He looked past her and into the distance.They stood on the edge of a ridge that, with many others, spanned the broken, rugged land.They trembled with the ground under their feet, as if they were breathing life forms, mocking him.He knew that this ridge had infinite heights.The canyon in front of him was quite wide, but he could only see a few feet ahead of the rim. The world in the distance is completely shrouded in an eternal gray vortex. Abyss Demon Realm. Now it was his turn to shout loudly.There is no evil or barbarism in the shout, what it contains is rationality and morality, which is the only spark left in his heart.He grabbed her hand, pushed it away, turned it, twisted it.The strength of her resistance confirmed his memory. It was not a force that her form could contain, it was not in the category of nature.

But he's still stronger.He twisted that hand behind her back and looked into her eyes. Her thick long hair was a little disheveled, with a tiny white horn protruding from it. "No, my love." She called softly.Her pleas almost overwhelmed his will.Like her physical strength, her voice is also supernatural.It is saturated with delusion and deception, which is the source of all lies. A scream ripped the air from her lips.He lifted her up with all his strength and threw her into the abyss beneath his feet. Huge bat wings spread behind her, and the banshee hovered in the air, laughing shrillly at him.Her open mouth showed hideous teeth that would have sunk into his neck if he hadn't suddenly pushed her out.Looking at her who was laughing heartily, he knew in his heart that although he survived this time again, he did not win, and he would never win.This time, she almost beat him; she made more progress than the last time; and next time, she will gain even more.Therefore, she will stretch her smile to him, that is her eternal ridicule to him!

It was a trial for him, a trial forever.He knew who made the arrangement.He wasn't surprised when the whip sank into his back, knocking him to the ground.Unbearable burning pain surrounded his body, and he tried his best to find a place to hide.But he knew that he could not escape. With the second whip, he rolled to the side of the cliff.Then came the third whip.He clung to the edge of the cliff, screaming and dragging himself down the cliff.He will find his resting place in the bottomless abyss, and smash his own flesh on the stone corner.Death is his only destination. Errtu—a gigantic baelor, twelve feet tall and muscular.The body surface is covered with crimson scales and thick smoke.He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff and looked down.The light of dawn allowed him to see through the mist to find the fallen body, which he then seized.

The speed at which he fell gradually slowed down and eventually came to a complete stop.He is rising upward.An invisible net wrapped around his body, and the net caster was quickly closing the net.The whip was drawn again.He rolled weakly a few times, and finally lost consciousness.Errtu didn't pull back the whip, the Baelor bound it to the whipped with the same power of the void.Errtu looked back at the hysterical banshee and nodded. She had done a good job today. Looking at the unconscious body, saliva flowed from the corner of the banshee's mouth.What she wants is a feast.In her eyes, the table was already set and waiting for her to be seated.She flapped her wings and flew back to the cliff, carefully dodging Baelor's eyes.

Errtu tolerated her approach.But he gave the whip a flick as she swooped, and the flesh attached to it arced oddly across Baelor's unquenchable fire.Errtu took a step aside, putting himself between the banshee and his victim. "I want him." She wailed plaintively, half-flying and half-running behind Baylor.She stretched out her soft and weird hands, but only caught a wisp of smoke and dust.She trembled, and her breathing became heavy. The banshee approached slowly, and Errtu took another step to the side. She knew that this Baylor was laughing at her, but looking at the fresh flesh and blood in front of her, she just couldn't leave.She sobbed, knowing that she was about to be punished, but she couldn't stop.

Sobbing, she walked around Baylor, her feet ready for power.It would be nice to have a taste of blood before Errtu drove her away. Errtu raised a long sword made of lightning, and shouted, the earth trembled in the heavy thunder. The banshee screamed and ran to the edge of the cliff, flying to the dark bottom of the valley.Errtu's lightning struck her in the back, and she tumbled far below before regaining control of her body. Errtu turned away from the cliff, not thinking about the banshee again.Baylor's mind went back to his prisoner, which was what he'd always cared about.He enjoyed torturing the poor man, but he had to curb his animal urges.He couldn't destroy this person, and he couldn't destroy him too severely, otherwise he would be useless to Baylor.Compared with the dream of entering the main material world again, he is just a small existence.

Drizzt Do'Urden, the rebellious dark elf, drove Errtu into the Abyss, where Baelor suffered for a hundred years.Only he can set Errtu free.Errtu believed he would do it for the poor man in front of him. Errtu turned the horned ape's head and looked at his prisoner.His anger has subsided, and the flames on his body have also weakened.Be patient, Baylor reminded himself.This thing still has value and must be kept carefully. The time would come when he would speak to Drizzt Do'Urden before another year passed in the Prime Material.Errtu had established a connection with the witch, and she would deliver his message.

At that time, the baelor - one of the true tanar'ri, the strongest of the creatures of the lower world - will be free.Only then would he be able to destroy the victim, Drizzt Do'Urden, and every creature that loved the traitorous drow. Now, he has to be patient.