Chapter 17 Chapter Thirteen A Broken Vow

A torch was lit, and Drizzt knew it was part of the deal.Entreri was not yet used to his newly acquired infrared vision, so he still needed the help of natural light in such a crucial battle. Drizzt switched his eyes to natural light vision and carefully looked at the medium-sized cave.There are no traces of processing on the walls and roof of the cave. There are curved and sharp corners everywhere, and small stalactites are all over the roof.There were two wooden doors in the wall, apparently a recent addition, and Drizzt believed that Entreri had asked Vierna to make them.A drow soldier stood on either side of the door, and another drow stood in the middle of the door.

There were a dozen dark elves in the room, Vierna and Jarlaxle were among them, but the lizards were not here.Entreri was talking to Vierna when Drizzt saw her hand him the belt that held Drizzt's two cutlasses. In the wall opposite the wooden door, there was another strange hollow, only one step deep, with a ledge at waist height covered by a blanket.A soldier is leaning on it, holding a sword and dagger. a channel?Drizzt wondered if his guess was correct. Entreri had said that he and the dark elf would part ways here.Drizzt suspected that the killer wanted to return to Mithril Hall through the tunnel they had come from, which must be the tunnel the wooden door connected to.And what lies beneath that blanket may indeed be a passage, leading to caves in the Deep Underdark.

Verna said something, but Drizzt didn't hear what she said.Then Stray came up to him, his weapon in his hand.A drow soldier came up behind him and untied him.Drizzt lowered his hands slowly, his shoulders felt stiff and numb from holding a position for a long time, Vierna's whip still left unbearable pain on his body. Entreri placed the cutlass and belt at Drizzt's feet, and turned unsuspectingly to the opposite position.Drizzt looked at the weapon at his feet, not knowing what to do. "Pick them up," Entreri ordered him. "why?" The question seemed to have slapped the killer, and a wave of hostility gushed out of him immediately, but Entreri quickly returned to his usual expressionless face.

"Perhaps we can know a fact," he replied. "I know this fact." Drizzt said calmly, "If you want to obliterate it, maybe you can hide it, and even let yourself not know it, that is your stupidity and pity." "Pick it up," the Slayer raised his voice, "or I'll kill you now!" Drizzt knew the threat was empty words, and Entreri would not kill him unless the Slayer saved him in an honest fight. own defeat.Even if Entreri did try to kill him, Drizzt believed Vierna would intervene.Drizzt was too important to Vierna, and sacrifices to the Spider Queen were accepted only through drow priests.

Finally, Drizzt bent down and took up his weapon.After putting on the belt, he felt a sense of security.He knew that with or without the scimitar, his chances of getting out of this cave alive were slim to none.But a wealth of experience tells him that opportunities often appear when they are least expected. Entreri drew his rapier and jeweled dagger and crouched, his paper-thin lips parted in a hungry smile. Drizzt relaxed, shoulders drooping, the scimitar still in its sheath. The rapier brushed the tip of Drizzt's nose, forcing him to tilt his head to the side, and he casually wiped away the bleeding with his thumb and forefinger.

"Coward." Entreri sneered, trying to pounce, but actually dodged around to Drizzt's side. Drizzt, unfazed by the enemy's insult, simply turned to face him. "Come on, Drizzt Do'Urden." Jarlaxle eyed Drizzt and Entreri, urging the drow ranger at the same time. "Although you are bound to die, don't you want to kill this human first and have fun? You and your friends have suffered so much from this person!" "What have you got to lose?" Entreri asked. "I can't kill you, I can only defeat you. This is my agreement with your sister. But you can kill me. I believe Verna will never stop you, she Even happy about it. Because another human has lost his life."

Drizzt remained unmoved.They say he has nothing to lose, but what they don't understand is.Drizzt Do'Urden doesn't fight when he has nothing to lose, he only fights when it makes sense. "Take up arms, please." Jarlaxle continued to fan the fire beside him. "You are a reputable master of sword skills. Show me your skills and let me see if you are really stronger than Zaknafein." Drizzt had been trying his best to appear calm, trying to stick to his principles.But hearing the name of his dead father, the number one swordsman in Menzoberranzan, he finally couldn't hide his pain.Despite the constant warnings in his heart, he still drew out the scimitar, and the flashing blue flames were fierce and fierce, reflecting the uncontrollable anger in Drizzt's chest.

Entreri raised his head to attack, and the swords guided by the warrior's instinct clenched on the attacking sword and dagger, making a series of steely sounds, and attacked again before Drizzt knew what he was doing.Drizzt turned around quickly, and his two knives were like the blades of a tornado, constantly attacking the enemy from different heights and angles. Confused by this unconventional attack, Entreri failed to block the double-blade attack several times.But his swift footsteps always brought him out of Drizzt's range in time. "Surprises are endless." The killer said coldly.The admiration and praise of the dark elves in the cave made him even more jealous.

Drizzt stopped spinning, and once again faced the killer head-on, with the twin scimitars hanging down at his waist. "Nice job, but it won't help." The howl followed Entreri's lightning-forward body, rapier down, dagger up.Drizzt turned sideways to avoid the rushing edge, and his two knives blocked the sword and dagger respectively. Entreri's dagger continued upward, and Drizzt noticed that the handle of the dagger had been moved to the killer's fingertips, and the continuous thrust of his sword kept Drizzt busy. Sure enough, Entreri suddenly swung the dagger downward with all his might, throwing it at Drizzt.

Like the sound of a hammer hitting an iron plate, the flash of light blocked the path of the dagger.Bounce it all the way to the other side of the cave. "Well done!" Jarlaxle congratulated loudly, and Entreri, who took a step back, nodded in agreement, and the killer, who only had a rapier in his hand, became more cautious and launched a well-regulated attack. To his surprise, Drizzt didn't resist, the rapier passed through the two scimitars, but then withdrew immediately, leaving the unsuspecting target untouched.Entreri froze for a moment, then feinted a straight thrust again as the blade swam sideways.

Now Entreri could drive the rapier into the drow's shoulder or neck at will, but Drizzt's knowing smile stopped him.He just crossed the blade and patted Drow on the shoulder, without causing any real damage. Twice Drizzt let him attack, mocking a battle so important to Entreri with his inaction. Entreri wanted to scold the enemy loudly, and asked the dark elves present to help him deal with the passive Drizzt.But the killer knew that this was a battle between the two of them, and it was to be resolved between him and Drizzt, and it couldn't be done with Werna or Jarlaxle. "You can't escape my grasp." He used the hard and thick dwarven language, because he didn't want anyone other than Drizzt to hear what they were talking about. "You should end this," Drizzt replied in Surface Common, and while he was fluent in Dwarven, he would not allow Entreri to privatize the battle as he wished, he would openly mock the killer for what he had done. for. "You should fight with your heart," Entreri said in Common, "if not for yourself, then for your halfling friends. If you kill me, Regis will be free. But if I go away alive Here..." He deliberately kept his mouth shut, but Drizzt's laughter took away the threat he had contrived. "Regis is dead, or about to die, and this battle will not change that outcome." "No..." Entreri began again. "Yes," Drizzt interrupted him, "I know you, and you've never stopped lying, so I won't be fooled either. Your anger blinds you to all possibilities." Entreri attacked again, his advance easy and free, without any ostentatious blows, he didn't want the dark elves in the cave to continue watching his jokes. "He's dead." Drizzt's tone was more a statement than an inquiry. "What do you think?" Entreri's grumpy voice made the answer seem so obvious. Drizzt knew what he was up to, and Entreri now wanted to provoke him into fighting out of anger. Drizzt remained indifferent, swinging his knives lazily.Entreri could have beaten him in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. Werna and Jarlaxle were whispering, and Drizzt, guessing they were tired of the drama, stepped up some attacks, though his movements remained stiff and ineffective.Entreri nodded slightly but surely, showing that he was beginning to understand Drizzt's intentions.This game, this silent potential exchange, was entirely between two people, and Drizzt, like Entreri, did not want Verna's intervention. "You will enjoy your victory." Although the words were seductive, Entreri's voice was cold. "It doesn't make any sense." Drizzt's reaction was obviously completely expected by the killer.Entreri wanted to win the fight, a desire all the more heightened by Drizzt's indifference.Drizzt knew that Entreri was not stupid, that he and Drizzt had similar combat skills, but different motives set them apart.Entreri would fight Drizzt desperately just to prove something, but Drizzt genuinely felt he didn't need to prove anything to the killer. Drizzt's defeat in this battle was no hoax, nor would it be what Entreri wanted.Drizzt would lose, and be content with not giving Entreri the true joy of victory. Now that his actions had told Entreri all this, the Killer wasn't particularly surprised by the change he had just made. "This is your last chance." Entreri was still fighting for a real fight, "You and I are going our separate ways here, and I'll go through that door and the drow will go down to in their dark world." Drizzt's purple eyes glanced at the small hole, and for a moment his movement told Entreri that he hadn't ignored Entreri's emphatic emphasis on the word "down" and hadn't misunderstood the meaning of the cloth covering. The insinuation made by the channel. Entreri rolled abruptly to retrieve his dagger.This was a bold maneuver, and it was also a move that reminded the other party. With the current battle situation between him and Drizzt, he didn't have to take the risk to retrieve the lost weapon at all. "Can I rename your cat?" Entreri lifted the front of his shirt, revealing a large belt bag in which the black figurine was no doubt contained. The killer appeared to be coming ferociously from four directions, any of which could be true. "Come on," Entreri said loudly, "you can fight better! The last time I've seen your skill so many times was in these tunnels, you can't be defeated so easily." At first, Drizzt was surprised that Entreri was so open about their private communication, but Vierna and the other drow might have known that Drizzt wasn't fighting with all his might.Therefore, this reservation is meaningless.Drizzt then understood what was lurking in the Killer's words, and Entreri mentioned their fight in the tunnels, and they hadn't been hostile to each other in that fight.During that extraordinary time, Drizzt Do'Urden and Artemis Entreri fought for each other, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, fighting for the sole purpose of surviving their common enemy. Now, here, will this be repeated?Was Entreri really so eager for an honest fight with him that he would rather help him defeat Werna and her minions first?If that happens, and they win again, any fight that ensues between the two of them is no longer meaningless.They can also have a really honest fight.If he and Entreri could defeat the dark elves, or if they could escape, Artemis Entreri was the only one standing in the way of Drizzt's freedom. "Tampus!" The roar broke the thoughts of both enemies, forcing them to react quickly to the sudden change of situation. Their movements were coordinated to a near-perfect level, Drizzt swiped across with his knife, Entreri turned to reveal his pocket, the flash sliced ​​it open completely, and the panther statue fell to the ground. A wooden door instantly shattered into flying fragments, and Aegis's Fang smashed into the door, and blasted the drow in front of the door. Drizzt's first instinct told him to rush to the door and make contact with his friends.But he knew that under the obstruction of many dark elves, this action was completely unacceptable.While the other door offers little hope, chaos begins.Dinin, the spider elf, rushed into the cave through the door with a large army of drow. The cave was illuminated like day by magical flashes, and moans came from every corner.A silver arrow shot in from outside the door with the sound of howling wind. The unfortunate drow who had been hit by the hammer just got up from the broken wood when the silver arrow pierced through his chest. He ran a few steps and was finally nailed to the opposite side of the door. on the cave wall. "Guan Haifa!" Drizzt didn't have time to wait to see if the panther had heard his call, and rushed to the small hole.The only drow standing there raised his weapon in surprise, ready to defend. Vierna yelled, and Drizzt felt a dagger poke into the cloak flying behind him, hanging only an inch from his thigh.Drizzt, running forward, dropped one shoulder at the last moment, as if he were about to throw himself at the drow's side. The drow guard moved hastily in that direction, but Drizzt was back in an upright position before the enemy could react, and the two cutlasses crossed, aiming at the enemy's neck. The drow guards didn't have time to block the lightning attack with their swords and daggers, and they couldn't adjust their center of gravity in time to avoid the double knives. Drizzt's magic scimitar met at his throat and parted again. Drizzt took a step back, put away his bloody knives, and bent down into the cloth, hoping that there was an exit under the cloth, and also hoped that the exit behind the exit was a slope instead of a shaft.