Chapter 21 Chapter 17 The Model of the Enemy

do you know who he is?The drow warrior made complex sign language gestures with his fingers and asked in a commanding manner. Carissa tapped her heels on the ground again and again, not quite knowing what was going on.A small group of well-armed drow came to Loth Beast Island and questioned all the orc and goblin slaves on the island, and even a few drow slaves.They don't wear any family crests, and as far as Karissa knows, they're all male. The humble status of being male did not hinder them.They treated her rather rudely and did not give her due respect for her gender. "Did you know?" the drow asked aloud.This unexpected uproar drew his two companions to his side.

"He's gone," he explained to his companions, calming them down, "to the town." But he's on his way back.Another drow rushed to their side and answered in silent words.We just got the signal from the shore. The growing atmosphere of conspiracy made the curious Carissa unable to bear it. "I'm Carissa Heka." She declared that she was a noble from a low-ranking family in the city, but she was of noble origin anyway. "Who is that man you're talking about? Why is he so important?" The four looked at each other slyly, and the one who had just entered gave Carissa a vicious glance.

"Have you ever heard of Demon Nashasparnon?" he whispered. Carissa nodded.Of course she had heard of this powerful house, House Do'Urden being its more common name.This used to be the eighth-ranked family in the city, but the family was ruined. "Have heard of their second son?" he continued. Carissa pursed her lips, not sure.She tried to remember the tragedy of Do'Urden, the story of a traitor, until another male reminded her. "Drizzt Do'Urden," he said. Carissa nodded—she'd heard that name before—and her eyes widened suddenly, remembering what a significant figure the handsome purple-eyed drow had left the Isle of Loth.

She is a witness.said a man. she is not.Another argued until we told her the name of the traitor. "But now she is." The former said, and everyone looked at the woman in unison. It took Carissa a while to understand their evil trick, and she stepped back step by step, holding sword and long whip.She stopped, throwing up her hands as she felt another sword nibbling through her mail from behind. "Heka's family——" she shouted suddenly, and the person behind pierced her chain armor and waist with a sharp drow sword.As he drew his sword, Carissa convulsed and fell to one knee, struggling to concentrate in the pain of the pounce as she struggled to draw the weapon quickly.

Four warriors rushed towards her.There are no more witnesses. ※※※※ As the boat glides slowly across the dark waters of Tonigardon's dark lake, Drizzt's eyes are still locked on the city with its bright lights. torch?The thought stuck in his mind, and he was convinced that the drow were preparing a massive assault on the surface.Is there any other reason for them to irritate their sensitive eyes like this? When the boat drifted in the weed-covered inlet of the island of Loth, Drizzt found that there were no other ships docked on the island.He didn't care, climbed onto the bow and jumped lightly onto the mossy beach.No sooner had the orcs lifted their oars than a drow ran past Drizzt and jumped into the boat, ordering the slave sailors to row back to the city.

The orc herders were gathered on the bank, all squatting on the moss-covered mounds of mud.Wrap the tattered cloak tightly.This is not surprising, as there really is nothing for them to do.The island was not very large, almost a hundred yards long and a little less wide than that, but the whole was impossibly thick with low vegetation consisting chiefly of mosses and fungi.The terrain is not continuous, but full of valleys and abrupt hills.The orcs are responsible for bringing the Roth beasts from the island to the mainland and recovering stray livestock. The biggest task they face is to ensure that no livestock falls into these ravines.

So the slaves sat down on the bank and meditated quietly.It seemed to Drizzt that they were agitated, but again, worried about what was going on in the city, he ignored the signs.He did glance at the drow slaves scurrying by around him, and was relieved to see all the dark elves standing calmly at their posts.The Island of Los Beasts is not a place where accidents happen frequently. Drizzt walked straight into the island, leaving the small inlet and heading for the highest point on the island.There stood alone the only building on the whole island, a two-room cottage made of giant stalks.As he walked, he thought about strategy, how he could get the necessary information from Carissa without causing a dispute.Things were moving a little faster, but if he had to use the machete to "convince" her, he would do it.

Ten feet from the door, Drizzt stopped to see the door swing slightly inward.A drow warrior stepped out, casually tossing Karissa's head at Drizzt's feet. "There is no escape for you, Drizzt Do'Urden," he said. Drizzt remained motionless, his eyes darting around to survey his surroundings.He slipped the toe of one foot into the soft moss, up to his ankle. "I accept your surrender," the drow continued, "you cannot—" He stopped suddenly as a piece of moss flew into his face.He drew out his sword and instinctively raised his hand to protect it in front of him.

Drizzt rushed out after the moss hide.The ranger leaped towards his enemy, and when he landed, he spun around on one foot.Using momentum, Drizzt slashed the flash low, cutting through the back of the startled drow's knee.The elf stumbled in pain, hugged his injured leg, and fell down on the soft ground with a cry of pain. Drizzt sensed the other dark elves in the house behind the guy, so he sprinted, round the house as far as he could see from the doorway, and down the steep slope of the hill.Sometimes he dives, sometimes slams the brakes, and sometimes rolls down. His thoughts are in a mess, but his despair is getting higher and higher.

Dozens of roth roamed the mossy shore, and Drizzt screamed in terror as he crawled in on his hands and knees.Drizzt heard the snap of strings behind him, and the snap of a crossbow arrow against a roth.The animal fell headlong and fell asleep before it hit the ground. Drizzt kept hurrying on with his back bent, trying to figure out where to go.He had only been to the island for a short time, and had never been there during his earlier years in the city, so he was not familiar with the terrain.He knew the hill would end in a steep valley, but that was his best chance. The sound of shooting behind him grew louder; a javelin appeared among the arrows.Mud and moss skin flew everywhere, and they kicked and jumped, terrified by the rushing dark elves and arrows, and ran around in fright.They are small in size but have a solid body.Drizzt knew he would be instantly crushed to pieces if hands and feet fell on a frightened roth.

As he approached the back of the herd of roth, his troubles were compounded, for between the legs of a roth he saw a pair of boots.Without thinking, Drizzt raised his shoulders and slammed into the roth, pushing it down the hill onto his foe.A scimitar was raised, and when it hit the slashing long sword, there was a long cry; the other scimitar stabbed outward from the belly of the Luosi beast, but the other side jumped back. Drizzt bent his knees, using the sloping terrain, to push the Roth beast in front of him with all his strength.The Ross beast flew up from the ground and slammed into the drow next to it.He lifted his leg deftly past the roth and spun around to face Drizzt.However, Drizzt was gone. A low growl from his side was the only warning he got, but the brave ranger had already rushed forward with two knives.The drow who was attacked by surprise turned around in a hurry, and just had time to swing his two swords to block the scimitar.His low foot slipped, but he regained his footing quickly.The rage in his eyes and the savage strike of the twin swords blocked Drizzt. Drizzt swerved to the right and regained his position on the high ground, but he also knew that by doing so he was giving the backlight to the archers on the crest.Wielding his two knives, he stared ahead, but at the same time he listened carefully to the movement behind him. A sword stabbed low, was intercepted by the flash and pressed down.The second sword was stabbed at a slightly higher position with the same sword path, and Drizzt Bingdean's reaction was to cut across unexpectedly, folding the sword to one side and pointing at Drizzt's own hand holding the shining light. There was a whistling sound from behind Drizzt. The opponent grinned evilly, thinking that the crossing of the swords would hit Drizzt, but Drizzt's movement was such that the opponent had to move with him.The two knives swirled up, and the slightly curved blades circled upwards, forcing the long sword to stab straight from the middle.While waving his double knives, he went around to the opponent's side, and he reversed the positions of the two in a circle. Drizzt was not mistaken, that concealed marksman skill was good.Because Drizzt's hand-to-hand opponent suddenly dodged to avoid the flying javelin, but was still pierced, his face twisted in pain. Drizzt moved him sideways, forcing him to stop and stop on the lower slope.As soon as he stood firmly, the ranger's violent offensive was overwhelmed. The scimitar hit the longsword again and again.Drizzt's Ice Death's attack is closer to a direct attack than a roundabout, stabbing or slashing straight to the opponent's abdomen. The injured drow tried its best to block the successive impacts, but one of his legs was numb from the pain, so he had to step back to find a support point.He glanced back and saw a twenty-foot gable.He was going to hold the attack with his back against the stone face, reinforcements would be rushing downhill soon, and they would appear in a few seconds. He didn't hold back for a few seconds. Two scimitars attacked quickly, and the two swords pressing down on him forced him down the mountain.Just in front of the cliff, Drizzt came out with both swords, and with the wrong sword, he parried the opponent's double swords and opened him up.Drizzt rushed forward and punched him in the chest, sending him flying into the stone wall.The drow who fell dizzy had a splitting headache.He fell to the moss, knowing that the twin swords of the traitor Drizzt Do'Urden would follow. Drizzt had no time, nor did he intend to kill him.Drizzt had leaped onto the stone wall before he fell, hoping to find moss and less pointed stones below. What he saw was a patch of mud, so he jumped, sprained one ankle, and rolled over.In the end, he shuffled his feet and ran away at the fastest speed, slithering forward among the stalagmite pillars under the cover of Shi Feng.Because the shooters will soon be on the stone wall. The enemy surrounded him and was getting very close.He saw a figure following him between a row of stalagmite columns on the right.Drizzt drew back to a stone pillar behind him, instead of running to the opposite, intending to face his opponent head-on.When retreating to the second stone pillar, he knelt down and slashed straight at the position where he expected the enemy to appear. This time, Flash encountered a long sword with a low stab.The surprise attack was unsuccessful because of Drizzt's foot injury, but the drow obviously underestimated the enemy, and when his other sword stabbed from a slightly higher place, Drizzt's Ice Death was thrusting forward.The point of the knife pierced his ribs, but because of Drizzt's limited mobility, he missed the blow.The drow retreated to Shifeng and withdrew from the battle. But there was one of his companions behind Drizzt, aimed at Drizzt who was kneeling on the ground, and slashed down with both swords. Pure instinct allowed Drizzt to avoid the incoming blades, and the ranger responded by feeling his opponent's movements with his twin blades swirling above his head.Knowing that he was suddenly at a disadvantage, Drizzt threw a dark barrier around himself and his opponent. The clanging of gold and iron continued continuously, and the swords clashed with each other, both of them suffered minor injuries.Drizzt growled and strengthened his block and counterattack.Finally, the seasoned ranger shifted his weight and raised a leg. Drizzt's opponent's attack turned into a double slash, and he almost fell over when the move suddenly failed.He immediately returned to defense, and the two swords hit the hard stone pier when he returned, and almost flew away. During the fierce fight, he forgot what kind of terrain it was, and forgot that the stone pier was not far from him.He had heard about Drizzt Do'Urden's fame for a long time, and suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake. Drizzt was squatting on a small hill in the stone pier, and he couldn't help shrinking when he heard the loud sound of the sword knocking under his feet, he was very dissatisfied with this behavior.He couldn't see the blue glow of the blade as the flash dipped into the dark barrier below. After a while, he was able to run freely, although his ankle was still sore.He came out from the other side of the canyon and stepped onto the ledge facing the high mountain slope.The ledge leads to the farther eastern end of the island.Drizzt thought there was a lagoon not far away, and he could jump into it if he could make it there.The saying that there are monsters in the water go meet his ghost, the enemies surrounding him are much more real! ※※※※ Catti-brie heard the constant scuffle on the island.The sound came clearly and distinctly across the dull, dark surface of East Negatton.Hiding behind a giant leather stalk, she summoned Guenhwyvar, and rushed out as soon as the fog formed. Still not very confident in her drow-elf appearance, the young woman avoided the few drow-elves nearby and gestured to a nearby orc.She pointed to the boat and motioned for the orc to take her to the island.The orc looked nervous, or at least suspicious.It turned away and wanted to walk away. Catti-brie punched it in the back of the head. Visibly frightened, it turned to face her, trembling.Catti-brie pushed it toward the boat, and the orc stepped aboard this time, taking an oar.Before Catti-brie could get into the boat, she was stopped by a male drow, whose strong hands clasped her elbows.She stared at him, growling and threatening him.She wanted to play the trick just now, but the dark elf who was determined to stop her was not fooled at all.In his other hand the dagger was pinned to Katie, just below Brie's elbow, just inches from her ribs. "Go away!" he warned, "Dayette Mercenaries want you to go away!" Catti-brie couldn't understand a word, but her enemy was at least as confused as she was, for a big black cat of six hundred pounds flew up and threw him unexpectedly into the bay next to the boat. in the water. Catti-brie turned and glared fiercely at the orc on board, who pretended not to see anything and started paddling furiously.The young woman looked back to the shore, worried that Guenhwyfa would be left behind and had to swim to the island. A loud splash beside the boat, which almost capsized, relieved her worry that the panther was now leading them. For the frightened orc, that was enough.The poor wretch jumped into the water with a scream, and swam hopelessly towards the shore.Catti-brie picked up the oars and never looked back. ※※※※ The rock beams were open on both sides now, and Drizzt heard crossbow bolts whizzing past his head and under his feet.Luckily for him, the archers were all at the bottom of a high knoll behind the canyon, so far apart that crossbows weren't that good at aiming. He wasn't surprised when Drizzt's running figure began to glow purple.Bits of demon fire ignited on his hands and feet, although it didn't burn anyone, it marked him clearly in the eyes of the enemy. With a pain in his left shoulder, he hastily reached behind his back and pulled out the short arrow.The wound was shallow, and most of the momentum of the arrow was spent penetrating the dwarven mithril armor on Drizzt's body.He kept running, just hoping that the toxins seeping through his body weren't enough to make him drowsy. The rock beam snapped to the right, flashing Drizzt's backlight to his enemy.He felt for a moment that he was more vulnerable, but soon realized that the turn might be a good thing, putting distance between him and the crossbows.The crossbow arrows flew down from under the feet in an arc, and the rock beam turned again, turned to the left, and circled the bottom of another hillock. The lapping East Negaton Lake was now on Drizzt's right, just twelve feet below his feet.He thought about putting away his knife and jumping into the lake, but the many spikes protruding from the water below made him dare not try.He continued to run forward, and the right side of the rock beam was mostly open ground, with a few stalagmites anchored sporadically.A small hill loomed in and out of sight to Drizzt's left, protecting him from distant crossbow hits.But the hills would not allow him to avoid nearby foes, Drizzt thought.Turning a slightly curved passage, he discovered at the last moment that there was a hollow next to the bend, and that the enemy was waiting for him in the hole. The warrior leaped forward, blocking Drizzt with a sword and dagger. A scimitar parted the sword, and Drizzt charged forward, knowing the other scimitar would be caught by the dagger.As soon as they entangled, Drizzt pushed the dagger aside with momentum, raised his knee, and pressed it hard into the opponent's stomach. Drizzt's outstretched hands suddenly clamped, and the handles of the two knives hit the opponent's cheeks left and right at the same time.He immediately retracted his swords and went back to protect his body, fearing that the opponent would take the opportunity to attack, but the opponent was powerless to fight back, and fell to the ground, unconscious.Drizzt jumped over him and walked on. The Ranger strode forward.Wild instincts churned in Drizzt, and he was confident no drow would dare stop him alone.He quickly became the hunter again, the embodiment of the primordial rage. A dark elf jumped out from behind the stalagmite in front of him. Drizzt knelt down and stopped, then swung around and swiped a knife.He had used the same trick against the elf at the door of the hut. But this time his opponent has more time to react.The long sword has been drawn to block the knife. Hunter knew he would do it. Drizzt stood firm on his front foot, straightened his body and kicked with his legs, hitting the opponent's jaw and kicking him off the ledge.The fallen dark elf clings to the rock wall with one hand, hangs only a few feet below, dazed by the surprise attack, convinced that the purple-eyed demon is going to kill him. But the hunter is gone, and he runs on, to freedom. Drizzt saw another drow appearing in the road ahead, hands in front of him, probably aiming his crossbow at him. But the hunter moves faster than the arrow.His intuition told him over and over again how to react, and it proved right over and over again.this time.Intuition made the flashing scimitar intercept the flying short dart. Drizzt pushed towards his opponent, and at this moment, a helping hand suddenly appeared from behind the nearest stone pier.The two enemies swung their weapons quickly, thinking that Drizzt could be beaten with two fists. They didn't know the Hunter--but those glowing red eyes in a nearby alcove knew him.Artemis Entreri knew him.