Chapter 18 Chapter 14 Disguise

"Wait here, Guan." Catti-brie whispered to the panthers, each of them staring at the wide area.The stalactites hang in a ring above the head, separating a hall.The goblin's voice came from there.Catti-brie guessed it was the home team, probably nervous because the scouting team hadn't returned.Catti-brie knew that the few survivors were coming her way soon.She and Xiao Guan drove them away beautifully along the road, forcing them to run in the opposite direction, but they probably turned back.The place where the fight took place is less than an hour away. There seemed to be no other way around the hall, and Catti-brie knew without looking that there were too many goblins here, and she couldn't scare them away, and she couldn't fight them.She looked down at her dark-skinned hands again, taking comfort in the dark elf's appearance.Brushing her thick hair—it appeared to be pure white instead of the usual auburn—she strode forward.

The nearest Sentinels were terrified when the Dro priest stepped inadvertently into the goblin lair.Because only one person came, they didn't huddle together in fright.And Catti-brie was guessing that there were about a hundred goblins camping here.More than a dozen spears were raised and pointed in her direction, but she walked towards the center of the cave without any disorder. The goblins swarmed around her, cutting off all escape routes.Some goblins were looking down at the passage where Catti-brie came, to see if there were other drows coming. However, this wall of flesh made way for the uninvited visitor. , apparently Catti-brie's bravado and camouflage prevented their plan to defend the enemy together.

When she walked to the middle of the cave, she saw the entrance of the passage, and understood that the passage passed through the cave just now, but the crowd surrounded her, and the speed of getting out of the way became slower and slower, forcing this human disguised Zhuo The Er elves also had to slow down. As she paused, goblin spearpoints pointed at her from all directions, and whispers filled the air. "Gonha, Moga Moga," she ordered.Her goblin tongue was so rough that she wasn't sure whether she meant "get out of the way" or "get your mother into the ditch".

She hoped it was the former. "Mogagan, Ji-ik, Muga-wuga!" a goblin almost as tall as a man answered in a raspy voice.He parted the goblins and was standing in front of her, and Catti-brie tried to be calm, but she wanted to scream for Guenhwyvar to run away, and burst out laughing at the same time.Apparently, this was the leader of the goblins, or at least the shaman of the clan. But this guy needs a little guidance from popular information.He wore high black leather boots like an aristocrat, but the sides of the boots were cut wide to fit his large duck feet.He also wore women's trousers with wide ruffles like a skirt.And, although this one is clearly male, he is wearing panties and a corset, and has found a nice piece of underwear for his "full" breasts.Around his scrawny neck were several misfit necklaces: gold, silver, and a pearl necklace, and gaudy rings adorned each of his fingers.Catti-brie recognized his headdress as religious, but was not sure which denomination it was.The tiara was a jeweled sunburst pin with long golden ribbons.Catti-brie knew the goblin had it on backwards, because it hung diagonally above the goblin's shaggy brow, with a streamer hanging just in front of his nose.

No doubt, the goblin thought he had stolen the latest look, wearing the clothes of a hapless creature robbed by the Horde.He continued to babble in a high-pitched voice, so fast that Catti-brie could only catch individual words here and there.Then he stopped suddenly, clenching his fist and beating his chest repeatedly. "Do you speak a surface language?" Catti-brie tried to find a common language.She tried her best to suppress her tension, anticipating that a javelin would be pierced into her back at any moment. The goblin leader stared at her curiously, apparently not understanding a word.He looked her up and down, his bright red eyes finally resting on the locket Catti-brie wore around her neck. "Ninso, woo kah." He pointed to the box, then to Catti-brie, and waved to the far exit.

Had the locket been an ordinary piece of jewelry, Catti-brie would have gladly traded it for the way out.But if she still wanted to keep up with Drizzt, she needed the magic locket.The goblin leader repeated his request, speaking with increasing urgency, and Catti-brie knew she had to make a decision quickly. With a sudden inspiration, she smiled and raised a finger in front of her. "Nain," she said, thinking it meant "gift" in goblin language.Without even looking behind her, she clapped her hands twice and shouted loudly, "Guan Haifa!" The screams of goblins behind her told her that the panther was coming.

"Calm down, Kwan," Catti-brie called. "Come to me, don't fight." The black panther approached slowly and calmly, with his head down and his ears bowed.Guenhwyvar let out a low growl from time to time, making those goblins who wanted to get closer back off.The goblins scattered far enough away to give the great cat a wide path so that it could reach the priest of the Dro. So Guenhwyfer walked up to Catti-brie and gave her a hug on her rear end. "Nain," Catti-brie repeated, pointing to the panther, then to the goblin boss. "You take the big cat. I'll go that way," she added, trying to convey her intention with gestures.The ugly and trendy goblin king scratched his head, shedding a lot of dandruff unsightly.

"Okay, be good in the past," Catti-brie whispered to Guenhwyfer, pushing the panther forward with her legs.Black Panther looked up at her, confused.But he walked up to the goblin leader and slammed down at his feet (he was pale with fright!). "Nain," said Catti-brie again, motioning for the goblin chief to reach out and pat the panther.He stared at her suspiciously, but she finally coaxed all his courage into touching the panther's thick, soft fur. The goblin leader grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and boldly reached out to touch the big cat again.He tapped the big cat, poked it again, each time he poked a little harder on the black panther's back.All the while, Guenhwyfer looked listlessly at Catti-brie.

"You're going to stay here with this friendly goblin now," Catti-brie said to the cat, making sure her tone didn't reveal her true intentions.She patted the waist pocket containing the statue, and added, "I'll call you, don't worry." Then Catti-brie stared unceremoniously at the goblin chief.She patted her chest, raised her finger to point to the exit, and shouted: "I'm leaving!" Then she went forward. The goblin leader seemed intent on stopping her at first, but he changed his mind after a quick glance at the big cat at his feet.Catti-brie played it well: she let him save face, made herself appear like a dangerous enemy, and engineered a six hundred-pound powerful ally right at the goblin chief's feet.

"Ninso, wooka." The goblin repeated what he had said before, pointing at Guenhwyvar, then pointing to the exit, and then carefully stepped aside to make way. Catti-brie crossed the cavern, backhand slapping a goblin for not moving quickly enough to get out of the way.The beaten goblin followed closely behind her and raised his sword, but Catti-brie didn't back down, but the goblin leader with a panther coiled at his feet yelled and restrained the guy. Catti-brie laughed loudly at his ugly face, and showed her dagger, a dazzling jeweled dagger hidden in the folds of her beautiful robes, ready to strike.

She walked into the narrowed corridor and continued walking for a while without hurry.Then, she stopped, glanced back, and pulled out the panther figurine. In the cavern behind, the goblin leader is showing off his new treasure to the tribe, explaining how he outwitted a "foolish Dro woman" to get the panther.Even though the other goblins had seen the whole thing, he could boast that, because history was rewritten every day, according to goblin custom. The goblin leader's smug grin faded quickly.A cloud of gray fog rose around the panther, and the big cat began to blur. He howled a stream of protest and expletives.Quickly knelt down and hugged the big cat that quickly dissipated. A giant claw shot out from the fog, hooked his head and dragged it in.Then there was only a cloud of fog left, and the startled and not very bright goblin leader was taken to the astral by the panther. The rest of the goblins fled screaming, stumbling away, one on top of the other.Some goblins thought about chasing the lost drow, but by the time they started to organize, Catti-brie had been gone for a long time, and had already fled as far as possible along the tunnel, thinking all the way How smart I am. ※※※※ The passages were familiar to him, all too familiar.How many times had young Drizzt Do'Urden marched these roads in the vanguard of a drow patrol?He was with Haifa then, now he is alone. He walked with a limp, one knee still weak from the blow. He couldn't use that as an excuse to stay in Blingdenstone, however.He knew that his business was urgent, and although Belwar was sad because he was going to be separated again, he did not object to Drizzt's decision to leave. Drizzt understood that this meant that the other gnomes wanted him to leave.Text`heart`hand`hitting`group`hand`hitting`organization`organization This was already two days ago, what happened in the winding cave fifty miles away two days ago.Drizzt traveled a route that had been followed by at least three drow patrols, an unusually large number for such a distance outside Menzoberranzan.Belwar's assertion became more and more credible, some danger was brewing, and the spider queen was hungry.At the time of the three encounters with the patrol, Drizzt should have followed the patrol and contacted them.His plan was to fabricate that he was an emissary from some merchant in Ched Nassar.However, when encountering these three opportunities, Drizzt lost his courage and kept approaching Menzoberranzan, delaying the fateful moment of contact with the drow. The passage was all too familiar now, and that moment was getting closer and closer to him. He measured every step, maintaining perfect balance, as if crossing a wide road.He heard a noise coming from ahead, a burst of chaotic footsteps.He knew it was not the footsteps of the drow, and the drow would not make any sound. The ranger climbed up the uneven wall and walked along the stone beams six feet above the ground.Sometimes he had to hang his feet in the air, pulling himself forward with only his fingers, but no one saw Drizzt, and he didn't make a sound. He froze at the noise of walking in front of him.Fortunately, the stone beam here widened again, and he loosened his hands, and carefully drew out his two knives, paying attention not to let the flash shine. He turned a corner following the sound of eating and drinking, and saw a large group of short humanoid creatures huddled together, all wearing tattered cloaks, the hoods pulled all over their faces.They didn't speak, they walked around like headless chickens, and it was only when they saw their scruffy feet that Drizzt recognized them as goblins. Goblin slaves, he had identified them by their movements.They looked sluggish, with the heavy gait that only slaves would drag. Drizzt continued to watch in silence for a while, hoping to find the drow who had driven the goblins together.There are at least four teams of goblins in this cave, all lined up along the small pond called Hydein's Pond by the drow, holding water to drink, as if they haven't drunk water for many days. Most likely it is.Drizzt saw several roth, the Underdark cattle herds nearby, and realized that the slaves were probably out of town looking for lost livestock.On such trips, the slaves received little or no food, even though they were carrying sizable supplies.However, the guards of the Zhuo clan who accompanied them often ate and drank in front of the starving slaves. A crack of the whip made the goblins stand up and back away from the pool.Two Drow soldiers, a man and a woman, appeared in Drizzt's view.They spoke to each other occasionally, and the female drow cracked their whips frequently. Another drow called out orders from the other side of the cavern, and the goblins began to line up, but it looked more like an extended mess than an organized situation. Drizzt understood that the best opportunity had come.The Slave Traders are the least organized and loosely controlled group in Menzoberranzan.Its members, all from different families, are a completely mixed formation of students from the three schools in the academy. Drizzt slid softly down the ledge and around the wall.He gestured greetings to the drow in the cave (he felt his fingers stiffen as he made those delicate signs). The female drow quickly pushed her male companion to the front and retreated to the rear.The male drow elf immediately raised a typical drow crossbow, the short dart was faintly shining, and it was probably quenched with a powerful hypnotic drug. who are you?The female drow's hand "asked" from the male companion's shoulder. "The last remaining member of the patrol to Blingdenstone," Drizzt replied. "Then you should go into Tyr Bridge." The female drow responded loudly.This is the unique voice of female drow elves, with a beautiful tone and a sharp tone.Her voice sent Drizzt's mind slipping to distant memories.He was fully aware that Menzoberranzan was now but a hundred yards away. "I don't want to 'go in' at all," Drizzt replied, "at least, quietly." Drizzt knew it made sense.If he was indeed the only survivor of the Missing Patrol, the Academy would suspect him and even torture him until those in power deemed him innocent of treachery, or until his death, whichever came first. "Who is the first family in the city?" she asked, her eyes locked on Drizzt's twinkling lavender eyes. "Family Baenre," Drizzt replied immediately, anticipating such a test.Drow spies from rival cities are not unheard of in Menzoberranzan. "Who's their youngest son?" she asked slyly, continuing to look deeply into Drizzt's distinctive eyes, and he caught her curling her mouth into a provocative smirk. It was a fortunate coincidence that Drizzt happened to be in the same class with the youngest son of the Baenry family at the academy—and in the thirty long years since Drizzt had been gone, the aged Matron Baenry had had no children. "Bo Yinyong." He replied confidently, with his arms crossed in front of him, looking arrogant, but in fact his hands were already close to his scimitar. "Who the hell are you?" the female drow asked again, licking her lips, obviously interested in him. "It doesn't matter," Drizzt replied, facing her smirk and aggressive look. She patted the shoulder of the man standing in front of her, motioning him to leave. I don't have to do this bad luck?He responded in sign language, with a look of anticipation on his face. "This 'Bol' takes your place today." She whispered maliciously, referring to Drizzt, referring to the drow word for "Bol" that means something mysterious or interesting. The man grinned and lowered his crossbow.At this moment, he found that the crossbow was pulled and ready to fire, and a whole group of goblins stood by.The smile on his face widened, and he raised his bow to shoot. Even with goblins, it pained him to see such cruelty.But Drizzt endured it, keeping his countenance. "No." The female drow pinned her companion's wrist.She took the short dart from her bow and replaced it with another. "Your branch will just put it to sleep," she said, giggling. He only pondered for a while, and immediately understood what she was thinking.He took aim at a goblin hovering near the water's edge and fired.The goblin's whole body twitched when the short black dart sank into his back.It wanted to turn around, but fell into the pond. Drizzt pursed his lips, and when he saw the goblin struggling in vain, he knew that the female drow was wearing a short dart coated with a paralyzing potion, which would keep the unfortunate creature fully awake. .Unable to control its own limbs, the goblin is sure to drown, and what's worse, it knows full well that it is doomed.It arched its back to keep its face out of the water, but Drizzt knew it would be exhausted long before the hateful potion wore off. The male drow laughed happily, put the crossbow back in the holster slung across his waist, and walked down the passage to Drizzt's left.He hadn't walked a few steps before the female drow twitched her whip to call for the few drow guards to drive the herd to the right passage. After a while, she looked at Drizzt coldly: "Why are you still standing here?" Drizzt pointed to the goblin, still struggling in the pool, barely keeping its mouth above the water now.He squeezed out a smile, as if he was admiring the death-themed scene, but what he was thinking at the time was rushing to chop the evil woman down. All the way out of the small cavern, Drizzt looked for an opportunity to slip back in order to pull the goblin out of the water and let it escape.But the female drow was staring at him unrelentingly, and it dawned on Drizzt that she had no plans for him other than getting him into the slave trade.Don't forget, why didn't she leave to rest when the new helper came unexpectedly? The goblin's last splash followed Drizzt out of the area.The rebellious drow struggled to swallow the anger stalking in his throat, fighting against his own antipathy.No matter how many times he witnessed such an incident, he would never get used to the brutality of his clansmen. Drizzt was glad he wasn't used to this sort of thing.