Chapter 22 Chapter Seventeen The Burden of Friendship

Without the dual knives in his hands, he didn't have any sense of security, and occasionally he would stop to remind himself how reckless he was.But as long as the thought of his friend's life was in danger, Drizzt would continue to reach up, inch by inch, up the steep spiral slope.Years ago, when Drizzt was a creature of the Underdark, he could fly up and down slopes like this.But this ability is obviously related to the strange magic in the deep underground, since Drizzt stepped onto the surface of Toril, he lost this ability. He didn't know how far he had fallen, but silently thanked his god, Melikai, for allowing him to survive this terrible fall.He had climbed hundreds of feet, in some places it was a gentle stretch, in some places it was almost completely vertical.These were overcome one by one by the drow, who was as agile as any thief and as stubborn as any dwarf.

What happened to Guanhaifa?That was another thing Drizzt worried about, had his hasty calling called Guenhwyvar?Could some drow take that statue and take Guenhwyvar for himself, like that Jarlaxle? Alternating hands upward, Drizzt was already close to the top of the slope.The blanket was not removed, and an eerie silence fell into the cavern above.Drizzt knew that the absence of a voice by no means meant that his dark elves had left.He once led a drow patrol team to march continuously through more than fifty miles of rugged tunnels, during which the entire team made no sound.Drizzt could well imagine a dozen dark elves already surrounding the narrow exit ramp, waiting for the foolish prisoner to throw himself into the trap.

But for the sake of his friends in peril, he had to go up, even though Vierna and the other drow might be waiting up there. A sense of danger crept in Drizzt's mind as he reached the edge of the exit.He never saw anything, nor could he find any noteworthy signs of danger, but his warrior instincts still cried out to him in the silence. Drizzt tried his best to suppress the tremor in his heart, but his movements still slowed down noticeably.His insight (he called it his luck) had saved him more times than he could count. Sensitive fingers slid cautiously on the rock, Drizzt resisted the desire to reach out quickly, slowly grasped the edge of the exit, and lifted his body, ready to face any danger that was waiting for him.He stopped suddenly, and the tip of his middle finger touched something he could barely feel.

His hands can't move! After the initial terror passed, Drizzt realized that what had stuck to him was a cobweb trap.He had seen many magic nets in Menzoberranzan, and the First Family in the city was actually surrounded by an indestructible silk screen.And now, though only one finger had just touched the magic net, Drizzt was trapped. He stabilized his body, stopped all movements, and dropped all his body weight on the glued fingers, and slowly stretched his other hand under the cloak, holding the scimitar.But he quickly changed his mind and took out a crossbow bolt he got from the dark elf he had just killed.

The sudden drow's voice made Drizzt's whole body stiffen. He couldn't make out what they were talking about, but he could still hear them talking about him, and his friends!Kitty, Wulfgar and the others had apparently escaped. The panther was also free, and Drizzt heard a few "bad cats" with a tone of fear. Drizzt's hand gripped the Flash even more firmly. He had to cut through the magic barrier, he had to get out of the slope, to help his friend.But the momentary impulse passed quickly, and it immediately occurred to Drizzt that Werner's troops might still be waiting up there.Between these two layers, there must be other paths.

The drow's voice faded away, and Drizzt steadied himself again.Then he took out the short arrow from the cloak, polished it on the rock for a while, and wiped it on his clothes to remove the sleep toxin on it.He carefully extended the short arrow towards the stuck finger, bit his lips tightly, and pierced the skin of the fingertip with the short arrow. Drizzt now only hoped that he had completely removed the poison from the arrow so that he would not fall asleep, or his movements be affected.Any inadvertent movement during the descent back down the slope could result in death.Grasping a solid rock with his free hand, he jerked at his stuck fingertips, tearing off the skin.

The sudden pain almost made him faint, but he finally regained the balance that was about to be lost, and then he hurriedly put the broken fingertip into his mouth, sucked off the blood on it, and spit it out again to prevent the possible existence of blood. residual poison. Five minutes later, Drizzt returned to the lower tunnel.He drew his swords and scanned the tunnels around him, looking for his great enemy, while thinking about how to choose his path.He knew that Mithril Hall was to the east, but he also knew that after he was captured, he had been heading north.If there is a second passage, it must be farther north.

He put the flash back in the scabbard, plunging himself back into darkness.Then, armed only with a machete, he began to sneak through the tunnels.There were basically no side roads here, and Drizzt was glad that any choice of side roads was dangerous in such an unmarked place. He came to an intersection and saw a shadow fly in the tunnel on the right. Drizzt knew by feel that it was Entreri, and he obviously knew of another exit. Drizzt immediately tiptoed into the right tunnel.Now, he is no longer the tracked, but the tracker. After entering the tunnel, he took a deep breath and looked around.The rapidly moving figure was already far away from him, and turned to the right again.

Drizzt felt a little bit suspicious about this, he would definitely turn left if he was eager to find an exit to leave here, would Entreri avoid himself on purpose? Drizzt now suspected that Entreri knew he was stalking him, leading him in the killer's favor.Drizzt was always worried about the safety of his friends, and he couldn't allow his actions to be delayed.But Drizzt soon discovered that he could hardly find any clues, and Entreri led him into a network of tunnels with extremely complicated environments. The killer was out of sight, and Drizzt watched the ground, believing that Entreri was quite close to him.His heat-filled footprints, though very blurred, hadn't completely disappeared, still visible to Drizzt's excellent infrared vision.He understood that he was at a disadvantage now, and he didn't know how many seconds the killer was ahead of him.In other words, how many seconds can catch up with him.He was sure that Entreri would lure him into an area where the killer could maneuver enough to maneuver around and attack him in the back.

As he descended the narrow tunnel into a series of wide caverns, he nearly lost track of Entreri, though Drizzt barely made it out, as the heat from his footprints accelerated. There was a faint cry ahead, and Drizzt paused. It wasn't Entreri.But he also believed that he would not be so close to his friends. Who would that be? Using ears instead of eyes, Drizzt tracked down the barely audible whimper by picking out echoes.At this time, he was somewhat grateful for the drow warrior training he received many years ago, otherwise he would not be able to master the ability to distinguish echo patterns in the winding and winding tunnels.

The whimpering grew louder, and Drizzt knew it was coming from just around the bend ahead.According to the echo, it should be a small oval cave. A scimitar in hand, Glitter still in its sheath, Drow dashed around the corner. Regis! A chubby halfling with a haggard face and ragged clothes was leaning limply against the opposite wall.His hands were tightly tied together, a hard object was stuffed into his mouth, and there were still blood clots on his cheeks.Drizzt was on the verge of running to free his friend, but he finally stopped and wondered if this was another Entreri trap. Regis saw him with eager anticipation in his eyes. Drizzt had seen such an expression before, such sincerity that Entreri could not feign, mask or not.He hurried over, cut the rope from the halfling's hand, and took out the gag. "Entreri..." The halfling was still breathing weakly. "I know." Drizzt said quietly. "No," Regis shrieked, desperately trying to get the drow's attention. "Entreri...just..." "He walked past here less than a minute ago." Drizzt finished for him, not wanting to see Rigis struggling to speak when he was struggling to breathe. Regis nodded, his round eyes fixed on the outside, as if Entreri would come back any minute and kill them both. Drizzt was more concerned about the halfling's wounds, none of which were serious injuries.But with so many wounds, the halfling was in pretty bad shape right now.Drizzt took a moment to mobilize the halfling's veins, then tried to help him to his feet. Regis shook his head immediately, and a dizziness caused him to sit down on the ground again.If Drizzt hadn't caught him just in time, he might have fallen hard again. "Leave me alone." Regis was surprisingly selfless. Drow smiled comfortingly, and helped Regis up. "We are in this together," he said to the halfling easily, "and I will not leave you any more than you will leave me." At this time, the killer's footprints were too cold to be found.Drizzt could only move forward blindly, hoping to find some more clues to the path to the upper echelons.With his remaining hand, he pulled out the flash, using the blue flame's illumination to avoid the cracks in the ground, so that Regis could walk more comfortably.Regis kept moaning softly, and most of the time Drizzt was dragging him along, a situation where he effectively lost all stealth. "I think he's going to...kill...me." Regis finally said this after panting for a while. "Entreri only kills when he thinks it will be beneficial," Drizzt replied. "Then why...why did he take me? And...why did he let you find me again?" Regis spoke out what was in his heart. Drizzt looked at his little friend curiously. "He sent you to find me," Regis speculated. "He..." The halfling's body gave way, but Drizzt's strong arms supported him. Drizzt fully understood why Entreri had asked him to find Regis, and the killer knew that Drizzt would definitely take Regis, and that was the biggest difference between him and Drizzt.Entreri considered compassion the drow's weakness.As it stood, Drizzt had lost his ability to stealth, and the cat-and-mouse game would be played according to Entreri's rules, and the drow ranger would have to devote the same energy to dragging his friend down.Even if Drizzt was lucky enough to make it to the upper floors, it would be difficult for him to rejoin his friends before Entreri found him. Drizzt knew that, more than the actual burden, Entreri had handed Regis back to him in order to ensure an honest fight.Inevitably Drizzt would throw himself into the battle to come, and he could no longer run, for Regis lay alone beside him. For the next half hour, Regis' consciousness was still not fully awake.Drizzt held him without complaint, changing tired arms from time to time.The drow ranger's tunneling skills are unmatched, and he is sure he is taking the shortest route through the maze. They entered a long, straight passage, wider and higher than any tunnel they had just walked through.Drizzt set Regis lightly against the wall and studied the rock formations carefully.He noticed that the ground here sloped at an imperceptible angle, rising to the south and lowering them slightly if they continued north, but that didn't bother the drow. "This is the main road in this area," he concluded at last, and Regis looked at him in bewilderment. "Water used to flow here," Drizzt explained. "Maybe the water would have cut through the wall to the north of the mountain and made some waterfalls." "Shall we keep going?" Regis asked. Drizzt nodded, "If there is a passage back to the lower level of Mithril Hall, it is likely to be on this route." "Good job." There was an admiration from somewhere in the distance, and a slender figure came out of a side road and stopped a few dozen steps away from Drizzt and Regis. Drizzt's hands reached into the cloak automatically, but he trusted his two blades more.So, when the killer got closer, he put it back again. "Did I give you the hope you needed?" Entreri said sarcastically, and he made some noises too low to be discernible, perhaps some kind of spell cast on his weapon, the surface of his rapier Immediately burst out a strong turquoise halo.As the killer ambled toward the simmering foe, his graceful form was vaguely outlined in the halo. "A hope that you will regret," Drizzt replied calmly. Entreri's white teeth gleamed in the water-green light.It can be seen that the killer showed a hearty smile: "Let's see."