Chapter 6 The Lurking Darkness

Verna was feeling very irritated.

As a half-dark elf, she had done a lot to achieve her position today. She relied on the power of the dark elves, gathered those bear goblins and half-orcs, and gained considerable prestige in the Northland with her own strength and cruelty. For a dark elf who had left her homeland and lost the protection of her family, Verna thought no one could do better than herself.

When she took on the task requested by the dwarves to explore the ruins deep in the mine, Verna knew her opportunity had come. As long as she could complete this task, she would be able to successfully root herself in Brandon Stone City. By then, she would have ways to slowly climb to the highest position and rule the city.

Even the entire Northland.

Verna didn't care about the dangers in the mine mentioned by the dwarves. In her view, these lowly creatures were just trying to scare her off. However, for a female with dark elf blood, facing difficulties was her choice. She made full preparations for this and firmly believed she would succeed.

That's why she had no fondness for the necromancer who suddenly joined her team and his followers. She even suspected the dwarves had guessed her ambition and deliberately brought the necromancer to trouble her. Therefore, Verna obviously had no good feelings for these two uninvited guests.

"Remember your place! Lowly male!!"

Verna stomped her foot heavily, her metal-embedded high-heeled boots making a loud noise on the ground. She stood with her arms crossed, looking down at Jann, who was covered in a black robe, and the noble girl standing beside him with a disdainful gaze.

"Don't think being a mage is something great. Since you asked to join my team and act with us, you must obey my orders! I know you are a mage, but I can assure you, if you don't follow my commands, or even cause trouble for me, my sword can pierce your throat faster than you can cast a spell!"

Hearing Verna's angry threat, Jann said nothing. Instead, Enya frowned slightly, then gracefully stepped forward half a step—as if she were a lady inviting a dance partner at a ball.

"I hope you can take back your insulting words to my master, beautiful 'mixed-blood' dark elf miss."

Enya stared quietly at those purple pupils, intentionally or unintentionally emphasizing the word "mixed-blood" heavily.

"We are here only at the invitation of the dwarves. If it weren't for our common destination, we would have no need to travel with you. I hope you understand this point deeply."

"You...…"

Hearing Enya's words, Verna was almost driven mad by anger. If this were in the city of dark elves, anyone who dared to speak to her like this would end up tortured to death by the dark elves. Unfortunately, this was not the city of dark elves, and Enya's pale, even slightly bluish skin was clearly warning her about the true identity of this noble girl.

An undead.

Through the special vision of dark elves, Verna could see the light emanating from Jann's body, representing the temperature of life. That was the proof of a living person. But on this girl, she couldn't see anything similar. If she didn't switch to ordinary vision, Verna would only think there was a stone or something else in front of her.

Verna's knowledge warned her, any undead with intelligence almost equal to a living person, were the most difficult enemies to deal with. Even the first mother of Barrenso had to show a certain degree of respect to those walking corpses. She was absolutely sure her sword could pierce the slender throat of this girl in the next moment, but she also had no doubt that the other party would tear open her chest at the same time.

Who would truly die then was almost obvious.

In the end, Verna chose to leave. She stomped her foot angrily, then turned and strode forward. After confirming that the other party had compromised, Enya returned to Jann's side with a calm smile.

"You shouldn't have teased her."

Jann, who had been silently enjoying the drama until then, finally spoke. Enya's loyalty made her intolerant of any mockery and insult to Jann. Jann was sure, if Verna dared to say half a word more, her heart would already be in Enya's hand by now.

In this regard, Enya was very persistent. She had shown her fearless courage, characteristic of the undead, more than once. Not just in front of Verna, but also in the demon world, even when facing those powerful demons, she never backed down.

Jann remembered clearly, once his sister came to find him, but Jann was busy conducting an experiment and couldn't be disturbed at all. So, Enya exerted all her strength to block Vivian outside the door, even if she was beaten and her limbs broken by the furious half-dragon girl, she showed no fear or retreat.

In the end, even Vivian was afraid of Enya's persistence and was pulled away by Nabellius who came after hearing the news. Since then, no one dared to underestimate the necromancer girl summoned by Jann.

Only Jann knew, the connection between him and Enya was far deeper than they imagined.

"In the dark depths, an interesting toy can be used to pass the time, master."

Facing Jann's words, Enya playfully blinked.

"And, I think you've already noticed."

"Yes...…right...…"

Hearing Enya's words, Jann nodded, he pushed his glasses and then looked towards Verna, who was waving a whip and shouting loudly at the front of the team, a glint of light flashing across the lens.

The reason why Verna was so furious in front of Jann was not just to maintain her prestige and position, it was also because of fear. As a demon, Jann could feel that, in the body of the dark elf, the bloodline burning with dark flames was flowing as well.

That was the bloodline of the demon race.

This was the reason for Verna's restlessness and anxiety in front of Jann. Because the other half of her bloodline was instinctively reminding the dark elf that standing in front of her was a demon, and moreover, a royal one. In the strict and hierarchical society of the demon race, nothing was more important than this.

Therefore, even if Jann just stood in front of Verna doing nothing, this mixed-blood dark elf would instinctively feel fear. She would want to kneel in front of Jann, eager to show submission——this was what a demon race should do when facing noble blood.

But obviously, Verna was not familiar with this, which was why she was afraid of this sudden fear. And from her expression, Jann guessed that Verna probably didn't even know she had the blood of the demon race. Otherwise, she would have recognized his identity immediately. After all, in the dark world beneath the ground, only the demon race are the eternal, supreme rulers.

"It seems she doesn't know her own origins."

Jann murmured to himself, while Enya nodded beside him. In those years in the demon world, Jann had learned a lot of knowledge. Although his power was not enough to use powerful spells, the power of knowledge was never just limited to combat.

In fact, Jann had even guessed how Verna was born. For dark elves, the demon race was their supreme ruler and overlord, and all dark elves submitted to a demon lord named Ros in the demon world.

To gain the power and favor of the demon race, dark elves would occasionally hold ceremonies, summoning those powerful demons to their side, and offering their bodies to ally with them. And in these ceremonies, occasionally, children mixed with demon blood would be born.

And Verna was clearly one of them.

However, what made Jann curious was that generally, dark elves mixed with demon blood had quite high status and position. It was rare to see a dark elf like Verna who was exiled. What had she done that even her bloodline couldn't protect this unfortunate soul?

Jann suddenly found himself very interested in this.

This might leave a significant mark in his records.

Verna didn't know she had become Jann's "observation material." At this moment, she was waving her whip, driving the burly bear goblins forward. She couldn't understand where the fear and unease in her heart came from when she saw the necromancer. She felt very concerned about his actions, as if a student always worried about getting a poor evaluation from her teacher.

This feeling made Verna very uncomfortable. Even in the city of dark elves, facing her own mother, she had never been so cautious, so concerned about someone's feelings.

But why was she so cautious in front of this necromancer? Was it because she feared his status as a mage? Verna had dealt with mages before, but why did this necromancer make her feel different from others?

"Clang...…Clang...!!"

As Verna was lost in thought, suddenly a heavy stone knocking sound came. Before Verna could react, a shrill scream came from the front. Then, those "stones" that seemed harmless and piled up in a corner suddenly stood up, swinging their huge claws and attacking the team!

Hearing this sound, Verna's face instantly changed.

"Not good, it's the Fear Claws!!"