war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第122章

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He　gestured　to　the　portal　and　said；　〃After　you。〃
Pharaun　smiled。
〃Thank　you。〃
As　easy　as　that？　Pharaun　thought。　He　was　experiencing　a　certain　sense　of　anticlimax；　which　was　absurd；　really。　It　had　been　astonishingly　difficult　to　get　this　far。
He　stepped　into　the　portal；　and　experienced　none　of　the　spinning　vernottigo　of　ordinary　teleportation。　Save　for　a　split　second　of　blindness；　it　was　just　like　striding　from　one　room　to　the　next。　The　only　problem　was　the　drider　waiting　on　the　other　side。
The　wizard　struggled　not　to　make　a　sound。　Still；　the　huge　creature；　half　spider；　half　drow；　a　bow　in　its　hand　and　a　quiver　of　arrows　slung　across　its　naked　back；　turned　toward　him。　Pharaun　had　no　fear　of　a　single　such　abernotration；　but　the　goddess　only　knew　just　how　elaborate　this　trap　actually　was。　He　whirled　back　toward　the　magical　doorway　just　as　Ryld　came　through。
Ryld；　who'd　slain　his　share　of　driders　in　the　caverns　surrounding　Menzoberranzan；　knew　that　this　one…a　hybrid　creature　with　the　head；　arms；　and　torso　of　a　dark　elf　male　married　to　the　body　and　segmented　legs　of　a　colossal　spider…was　larger　than　average；　a　robust　example　of　its　species；　if　species　was　the　proper　term。　Nature　didn't　make　them；　magic　did。　Somenottimes；　when　the　goddess　deemed　one　of　her　worshipers　insufficiently　revnoterent；　the　punishment　was　transformation　at　the　hands　of　a　circle　of　priestesses　and　a　demon　called　a　yochlol。
The　Master　of　Melee…Magthere　naturally　focused　on　the　venomous　aberration　as　soon　as　he　stepped　through　the　portal；　but　like　every　notpetent　warrior…and　unlike　Pharaun；　evidently…he　also　took　in　the　disnotposition　of　the　entire　area。
The　portal　had　deposited　them　in　a　large；　unfurnished　hall　with　a　number　of　openings　along　the　wall。　It　was　the　sort　of　central　hub　used　in　castles　to　link　the　various　wings。　A　couple　males　were　wandering　through；　and　while　neither　had　ventured　into　the　drider's　immediate　vicinity；　they　weren't　preparing　to　attack　him　or　flee　from　him；　either。　Nor　did　the　creanotture　himself　appear　on　the　verge　of　assaulting　anyone；　though　he　regarded　the　newers　with　a　scowl。
Somewhat　pleased　to　be　ahead　of　his　clever　friend　for　once；　Ryld　gripped　Pharaun　by　the　shoulder。
〃Steady；〃　the　swordsman　said。　〃Don't　embarrass　yourself。〃
The　wizard　looked　around；　then　grinned　and　said；　〃Right。　Our　friends　didn't　trick　us　into　entering　a　trap。　The　drider's　magically　constrained。〃
No。
Ryld　glanced　back　to　see　that　the　two　bogus　ores　had　stepped　through　the　portal；　which　dwindled　to　nothing　behind　them。　It　was　the　bigger　and　more　talkative　of　the　duo　who　was　speaking。
〃The　driders　help　us　of　their　own　free　will。〃
〃Interesting；〃　said　Pharaun。
In　the　blink　of　an　eye；　the　goblinoids　turned　into　an　aristocratic　warnotrior…Houndaer　Tuin'Tarl；　specifically；　whom　Ryld　had　trained…and　a　craftsman　of　one　sort　or　another。　The　prince　closed　the　portal　with　a　wave　of　his　arm。
〃Do　you　still　use　that　second…intention　indirect　attack？〃　Ryld　asked。　〃That　was　a　nice　move。〃
For　the　first　time；　Houndaer　smiled　a　smile　that　had　neither　malice　nor　suspicion　in　it。
〃You　remember　that；　Master？　It's　been　so　long；　I'm　surprised　you　even　remember　me。〃
〃I　always　remember　the　ones　who　truly　learn。〃
〃Well；　thank　you。　It's　good　to　have　you　with　us；　and　you're　going　to　be　glad　you　are。　Great　things　are　in　store。〃　the　noble　said。　The　drider　scuttled　toward　them。　〃Ah；　here　es　Tsabrak。　You'll　see　his　mind　isn't　sluggish　or　otherwise　crippled；　yet　he's　on　our　side　nonetheless。〃
In　point　of　fact；　the　drider　didn't　look　especially　congenial。　The　length　of　his　legs　lifted　his　head　above　those　of　the　four　dark　elves；　and　he　glared　down　at　them　with　eyes　full　of　madness　and　hate。　Ryld　inferred　that　Tsabrak　had　entered　into　a　typical　Menzoberranyr　alliance。　He'd　thrown　in　with　the　runaways　to　secure　some　practical　advantage；　but　he　still　loathed　all　the　drow　who'd　deformed　him　and　cast　him　out。
〃What　is　this？〃　the　drider　snarled；　exposing　his　fangs。　They　seemed　to　impede　his　speech　a　trifle。　〃Syrzan　said　no！〃
Syrzan　wasn't　a　typical　drow　name；　but　Ryld　had　no　idea　to　which　other　race　it　might　belong