war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第150章

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　I　was　one　of　your　most　dutiful　students；　and　I　can　help　you　get　out　of　here。〃
The　teacher　kept　ing；　and　Houndaer　saw　that　his　face　wasn't　empty　or　expressionless　after　all。　It　might　be　devoid　of　emotion；　but　it　revealed　a　preternatural；　almost　demonic　concentration；　focused　entirely　on　slaughter。
Houndaer　saw　his　own　inescapable　death　there；　and；　suffused　with　a　strange　calm；　he　lowered　the　greatsword。　Ryid's　blade　sheared　into　his　chest　an　instant　later。
The　echoing　metallic　crash　startled　Quenthel。　It　was　well　that　she'd　spent　a　lifetime　learning　self　control；　for　otherwise；　she　might　have　cried　out　in　dismay。
She　and　her　squad　were　patrolling　the　temple。　After　the　events　of　the　past　four　nights　it　would　have　been　mad　to　relax　their　vigilance；　but　as　the　hours　had　crept　uneventfully　by；　her　troops　began　to　speculate　that　the　siege　was　over。　After　all；　it　was　supposed　to　be。　The　bone　wand　had　supnotposedly　turned　the　malignancy　of　the　past　night's　sending　back　on　she　who　cast　the　curse。
Yet　Quenthel　had　found　she　wasn't　quite　ready　to　share　in　the　general　optimism。　Yes；　she'd　turned　an　attack　back　on　its　source；　but　that　didn't　necessarily　mean　her　faceless　enemy　had　succumbed　to　the　demon's　attennottions。　The　spellcaster　could　have　survived；　and　if　so；　she　could　keep　right　on　dispatching　her　unearthly　assassins。
From　the　sound　of　it；　another　such　had　just　broken　in；　and　Quenthel　didn't　have　another　little　bone　wand。
For　a　moment；　the　Baenre　felt　a　surge　of　fear；　perhaps　even　despair；　and　she　swallowed　it　down。
〃Follow　me；〃　she　snapped。
Perhaps　her　subordinates　would　prove　of　some　use　for　a　change。
Their　tread　silent　in　their　enchanted　boots；　the　priestesses　trotted　in　the　direction　of　the　noise。　Greenish　torchlight　splashed　their　shadows　on　the　walls。　Parchment　rattled　as　one　novice　fumbled　open　a　scroll。　Female　voices　began　to　shout。　Power　reddened　the　air　for　an　instant　and　brushed　a　gritty；　pricking　feeling　across　the　priestesses'　skin。
〃It's　not　a　demon；〃　said　Yngoth；　twisting　up　from　the　whip　handle　to　place　his　eyes　on　a　level　with　Quenthel's　own。　Her　stride　made　his　scaly　wedge　of　a　head　bob　up　and　down。
〃No？〃　she　asked。　〃Has　my　enemy　e　to　continue　our　duel　in　person？〃
She　hoped　so。　With　her　minions　at　her　back；　Quenthel　would　have　a　good　chance　of　crushing　the　arrogant　fool。
But　alas；　it　wasn't　so。　Her　course　led　her　to　the　entry　hall　with　the　spider　statues。　The　poor　battered　valves　hung　breached　and　crooked　once　again。　This　time　the　culprit　was　a　huge；　disembodied；　luminous　hand；　floating　open　with　fingers　up　as　if　signaling　someone　to　halt。　A　lanky　male　in　a　baggy　cloak　had　taken　shelter　behind　the　translucent　manifestation　from　the　spears　and　arrows　that　several　priestesses　were　sending　his　way。
Quenthel　sighed；　because　she　knew　the　lunatic；　and　he　couldn't　possibly　be　her　unknown　foe。　By　all　accounts；　he'd　been　too　busy　down　in　the　city　the　past　few　days。
She　gestured　with　the　whip；　terminating　the　barrage　of　missiles。
〃Master　Mizzrym；〃　she　called。　〃You　pound　your　crimes　by　breaknoting　in　where　no　male　may　e　unbidden。〃
Pharaun　bent　low　in　obeisance。　He　looked　winded；　and；　most　peculiarly　for　such　a　notorious　dandy；　disheveled。
〃Mistress；　I　beg　your　pardon；　but　I　must　confer　with　you。　Time　is　of　the　essence。〃
〃I　have　little　to　say　to　you　except　to　condemn　you　as　the　Archmage　should　have　done。〃
〃Kill　me　if　you　must。〃　The　giant　hand　winked　out　of　existence　and　he　continued；　〃Given　my　recent　peccadilloes；　I　half　expected　it。　But　hear　my　message　first。　The　undercreatures　are　rebelling。〃
Quenthel　narrowed　her　eyes　and　asked；　〃The　Archmage　sent　you　here　with　this　news？〃
〃Alas；〃　the　mage　replied；　〃I　was　unable　to　locate　him　but　knew　this　was　something　that　must　be　brought　to　the　attention　of　the　most　senior　memnotbers　of　the　Academy。　I　realize　no　one　ever　dreamed　it　could　happen；　but　it　has。　Walk　to　the　verge　of　the　plateau　with　me；　and　you'll　see。〃
The　Baenre　frowned。　Pharaun's　manner　was　too　presumptuous　by　half；　yet　something　in　it　manded　attention。
〃Very　well；〃　she　said；　〃but　if　this　is　some　sort　of　demented　jest；　you'll　suffer　for　i