蛛后之战(被遗忘的国度系列英文版)-第77章

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She　quickly　unrolled　another　scroll　and　read　the　trigger　phrase　therein。　Blades　appeared；　floating　among　the　driders　in　front　of　her；　then　began　to　revolve　around　a　central　point。　The　razorsharp　slivers　of　metal　sped　along　so　fast　they　were　invisible；　and　their　orbits　curved　through　the　bodies　of　their　foes。　The　blades　sliced　and　pierced　the　halfspiders　without　even　slowing　down；　reducing　the　brutes　to　scraps　of　meat　and　splashes　of　blood。
Quenthel　laughed　and　started　to　twist　around　to　face　the　driders　atop　the　stalagmite　buildings　on　the　opposite　side　of　the　street。　A　length　of　something　sticky　lashed　her　and　looped　tightly　about　her　torso；　binding　her　free　hand　to　her　chest。
It　was　webbing。　She　knew　that　some　driders　could　spin　the　stuff。　As　they　sought　to　reel　her　in；　she　levitated　once　more；　resisting　the　pull　like　a　fish　on　a　line。　Meanwhile；　she　struggled　to　reach　another　scroll　despite　the　constriction　of　her　arm。　The　vipers　bit　and　chewed　at　the　cable。
Pharaun　levitated　into　view；　and　sizzling　white　lightning　leaped　from　his　fingertips。　It　stabbed　one　drider；　then　leaped　to　the　next；　then　another；　until　the　twisting；　dazzling　power　linked　all　the　halfspiders　like　beads　on　a　chain。　They　danced　spasmodically　until　the　magic　ended；　then　instantly　collapsed。　Stinking　smoke　rose　from　the　remains。
Pharaun　smiled　at　Quenthel　and　said；　〃I've　often　wondered　why　the　goddess　doesn't　transform　our　misfits　into　something　harmless；〃　he　said。　〃I　suppose　driders　are　another　tool　for　culling　the　weak。〃
Ignoring　his　blather；　Quenthel　peered　down　to　see　what　was　transpiring　on　the　battlefield。
Malaggar's　contingent　had　arrived　and　was　tearing　into　the　enemy's　flank。　At　virtually　the　same　instant；　the　Auvryndar　threw　open　their　gates；　and；　mounted　on　their　lizards；　charged　forth　in　a　sortie。
Teeth　gritted；　Quenthel　pulled　the　gummy　web　off　her　person　and　floated　down　to　rejoin　her　troops　on　the　ground。　Contemptuous　of　the　enemies'　arrows；　Pharaun　continued　to　hang　above　the　warriors'　heads　from　which　point　it　was　no　doubt　easier　to　aim　his　magic。
The　scholars　only　had　to　fight　for　a　few　more　minutes　then；　hammered　on　three　sides；　the　mass　of　goblins　collapsed　in　on　itself；　the　implosion　laying　a　carpet　of　corpses　in　its　wake。
Quenthel　allowed　her　troops　only　a　few　minutes　to　collect　themselves；　then　she　formed　them　up　and　marched　them　on　toward　the　next　of　the　goddess　only　knew　how　many　battles。
〃Out〃　Greyanna　shouted。　〃Now？
The　canoe　maker　gawked　at　her　and　sputtered；　〃Whwhat　about　my　stock？〃
The　items　in　question　sat　about　the　floor　of　the　workroom　or　hung　cradled　in　straps　hooked　to　the　ceiling。
〃The　goblins　will　destroy　them；〃　the　scarfaced　princess　said。　〃Like　this。〃　She　smashed　a　halffinished　kayak；　a　fragilelooking　construction　of　curved　bone　ribs　and　hide；　with　a　sweep　of　her　mace。　〃Afterward；　you'll　make　more；　but　only　if　you　live。　Now　get　moving；　or　I'll　kill　you　myself。〃
The　craftsman　scrambled　off　his　stool；　and　she　chivvied　him　out　the　door。　Up　and　down　the　street；　her　half　dozen　minions　were　rousting　out　the　occupants　of　other　manufactories　and　shops。
A　mob　of　hairy　hobgoblins；　all　wellarmed　and　many　a　head　taller　than　the　average　dark　elf；　slouched　around　a　corner　onto　the　thoroughfare。　They　spotted　the　drow；　bellowed　their　uncouth　battle　cries；　and　charged。
After　the　disastrous　encounter　with　Ryld　Argith；　one　of　the　twins　was　dead。　The　other；　and　Relonor；　lay　grievously　wounded；　as　they　still　did　in　House　Mizzrym。　There　they　would　live　or　die　without　recourse　to　further　doses　of　healing　magic；　since　Miz'ri　declined　to　squander　the　House's　limited　resources　on　such　inpetents。　Greyanna　had　entirely　agreed。
After　taking　the　wounded　home；　Greyanna；　with　the　questionable　aid　of　Aunrae；　had　selected　five　new　males　to　join　her　in　the　hunt。　This　time；　they'd　stalk　Pharaun　on　foot；　Greyanna　having　belatedly　realized　that　foulwings　weren't　lucky　for　her。
She　and　her　band　had　been　wandering　the　streets　seeking　word　of　their　quarry　when　the　rebellion　erupted。　Once　she'd　grasped　the　magnitude　of　the　disturbance；　she　wondered　if　it　was　the　raid　on　the　Braeryn　that　she　had　engineered；　that　brutal　attempt　to　flush　her　brother　out　of　hiding；　that　had　inspired　the　thralls　to　revolt。　In　a　mad；　dark　way；　the　possibility　pleased　her；　but　she　decided　not　to　share　her　hypothesis。　Few　would　see　the　humor。
Most　of　her　thinking；　however；　was　given　over　to　practical　considerations。　She　thought　her　hunting　party　could　help　put　down　the　undercreatures；　but　only　if　it　could　bine　forces　with　a　bona　fide　army。　Otherwise；　the　larger　mobs　would　overwhelm　it。
In　those　first　minutes　of　slaughter　and　destruction；　she　watched　for　some　noble　clan　to　ride　forth　from　their　castle　and　drive　the　goblins　before　them。　To　her　consternation；　none　did；　at　least　not　in　her　immediate　vicinity。　Her　little　troop　was　on　its　own。
Life　then　became　an　infuriating　business　of　running　and　hiding　from　ores　of　all　things；　of　watching　beasts　no　better　than　rothe　destroy　beauty　and　sophistication　they　couldn't　even　perceive。　Occasionally；　she　and　her　panions　slew　a　small　group　of　goblinoids　wandering　on　their　own；　but　it　meant　nothing；　would　do　nothing　to　arrest　the　dissolution　of　all　that　was　finest　in　the　world。
Where　was　the　Spider　Queen？　Perhaps　she　was　bored　with　her　toy　Menzoberranzan；　magnificent　though　it　was。　Perhaps　she　intended　to　break　it　to　make　space　for　a　new　one。
In　time；　Greyanna's　dodging　and　backtracking　brought　her　to　a　street　she　recognized；　a　double　row　of　prosperous　shops—to　be　precise；　establishments　owned　by　tradesmen　under　the　patronage　of　House　Mizzrym。　She　herself　had　called　hereabouts；　collecting　rents　and　fees；　occasionally　chastising　a　fool　who　was　late　paying　on　a　loan　or　had　otherwise　displeased　Matron　Mother　Miz'ri。
It　occurred　to　Greyanna　that　if　the　merchants　perished；　they'd　contribute　no　more　gold　to　Mizzrym　coffers。　Whereas　if　she　conducted　them　to　safety；　she　might　curry　some　favor　with　her　mother。　Miz'ri　had　grown　impatient　with　her　continuing　failure　to　kill　Pharaun　and　had　even　hinted　that　another　might　carry　the　mantle　of　First　Daughter　with　more　grace。
At　the　very　least；　preserving　Mizzrym　assets　would　feel　more　constructive　and　less　frustrating　than　simply　skulking　about；　and　so　Greyanna　instructed　her　followers　to　extract　the　frightened　traders　and　artisans　from　their　homes。
She　loosed　a　crossbow　bolt　at　the　hobgoblins；　and　her　soldiers　did　the　same。　Her　wizard　conjured　a　cold；　towering　shadow　like　the　silhouette　of　a　mantis；　which　mangled　several　thralls　in　its　oversized　pincers　before　melting　out　of　existence。　In　all；　at　least　a　dozen　brutes　fell；　but　others　shambled　forth　from　the　smoke　and　fiery　glare　to　take　their　place。
Voices　of　torment；　she　thought；　how　many　undercreatures　were　there　in　Menzoberranzan？
Until　that　day；　Greyanna　had　never　really　noticed。　She　guessed　no　one　else　had；　either。
The　hobgoblins　charged。
The　Mizzrym　princess　shouted；　〃Dark　wall〃
Three　of　her　retainers；　those　closest　to　the　onrushing　thralls；　stooped　and　touched　the　ground；　conjuring　a　curtain　of　shadow　between　themselves　and　the　undercreatures；　then　fell　back。
One　of　the　Mizzrym　warriors　herded　the　shopkeepers　farther　from　the　threat。　The　rest；　Greyanna　included；　scrambled　to　form　a　line　at　a　narrow　place　three　yards　behind　the　intangible　barrier。　The　princess　pulled　a　little　silver　vial　from　her　belt　pouch　and　guzzled　the　bitter；　lukewarm　contents　down。　She　shuddered　and　doubled　over　as　her　muscles　cramped；　and　the　disfort　gave　way　to　a　tingling　warmth。
Hobgoblins　strode　from　the　darkness。　They'd　dwelled　among　dark　elves　too　long　for　the　trick　to　deter　them　more　than　a　few　seconds。
At　least　the　blinding　veil　precluded　their　advancing　in　anything　resembling　a　coherent　formation。　They　screamed　and　charged　in　a　gapped　and　formless　wave；　which　looked　murderous　even　so。
The　first　hobgoblin　to　lunge　at　Greyanna　was　particularly　large　and；　in　marked　contrast　to　his　fellows；　hairless　from　the　shoulders　up。　A　mistress　or　master　had　depilated　the　slave　to　prepare　the　canvas　for　a　work　of　art；　hundreds　of　tiny　round　burn　scars　arranged　in　a　plex　swirling　pattern。
The　thrall　cut　at　Greyanna's　head。　Under　other　circumstances；　she　would　h