war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第158章

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　knew　that　some　Houses　kept　giant　slaves　as　well　as　the　more　mon　goblinoids　and　ogres；　and；　gray　in　the　firelight；　with　a　long　head　and　black；　sunken　eyes；　this　specimen　still　wore　iron　bracelets　dangling　lengths　of　broken　chain。　From　somewhere　it　had　procured　a　great　axe　sized　for　a　creature　of　its　immensity；　and　was　using　it　to　pulp　any　drow　it　nonotticed　scurrying　about。
Valas　had　gotten　separated　from　his　rades　sometime　back。　That　was　all　right。　He　was　used　to　traversing　wild　places　by　himself；　though　in　truth；　he'd　never　explored　any　tunnel　as　perilous　and　unpredictable　as　Menzoberranzan　had　bee　this　night。
He'd　been　killing　ores　and　gnolls；　first　with　his　short　bow；　and；　after　the　arrows　ran　out；　close　in　with　his　kukris。　He'd　thought　he　was　making　some　genuine　progress　until　he　encountered　this。　
It　was　a　daunting　sight；　but　someone　would　have　to　kill　the　big　under…creatures　as　well　as　the　little　ones；　if　Menzoberranzan　was　to　survive　and　Bregan　D'aerthe　was　to　be　paid　for　its　services。
Valas　touched　a　fingertip　to　a　nine…pointed　tin　star　pinned　to　his　shirt；　and　murmured　a　word　in　a　language　of　a　race　few　Menzoberranyr　had　ever　even　heard　of。　In　the　blink　of　an　eye　he　was　crouched　on　the　stone　giant's　shoulder。
The　surface　was　smooth　and　rounded。　He　started　to　slip　off；　but；　reactnoting　like　the　acplished　rock　climber　he　was；　negated　his　weight　and　caught　himself。　He　clambered　within　reach　of　the　giant's　neck　and　started　hacking　at　the　arteries　within　the　behemoth's　neck　with　both　kukris。
To　no　avail。　Perched　somewhat　precariously；　Valas　couldn't　use　his　strength　and　weight　to　full　advantage；　and　his　first　stroke　skipped　harmnotlessly　off　the　giant's　rocklike　hide。
The　behemoth　did　feel　the　impact；　though。　Its　head　snapped　around；　the　chin　nearly　brushing　Valas　away。　The　giant　glared　down　at　him；　and　he　struck；　this　time　with　greater　success。　With　a　crackle　of　lightning；　the　enchanted　weapon　split　the　slave's　lower　lip。
Crying　out　in　pain　and　anger；　a　deep　sound　Valas　felt　in　his　bones；　the　stone　giant　flinched　its　head　away。　A　huge　gray　hand　rose　up　to　catch　the　drow；　who　scrambled　forward　and　cut　at　the　colossus's　neck。
Dark；　thick　blood　leaped　forth　and　washed　Valas　into　space。　He　fell　hard　onto　a　rooftop　and　watched　the　giant　stumble　about；　clutching　at　its　throat。　After　a　few　steps；　the　huge　thrall　fell　backward；　crushing　some　unnotlucky　hobgoblins　that　were　wandering　by。
Gromph　was　in　a　vile　humor　as　he　floated　up　the　cliff　face。　He'd　cast　light　into　the　foot　of　Narbondel　the　same　as　always；　and　the　world　exnotploded　into　madness。　Ores　lunged　out　of　nowhere　and　attacked　his　guards。　His　own　ogre　litter…bearers　summarily　dumped　his　luxurious　connotveyance　on　the　ground　and　joined　in　the　uprising。
The　archmage　had　sought　to　strike　the　undercreatures　dead　with　a　spell；　but　nothing　happened。　Someone　had　conjured　a　magical　dead　zone　around　him。　Either　one　of　the　ores　was　a　shaman　powerful　enough　to　create　such　an　effect；　or；　more　likely；　one　of　the　brutes　had　stolen　a　talisnotman　from　his　owner。
However　they'd　managed　it；　the　beasts　were　charging；　and　the　spells　in　Gromph's　memory　were　just　odd　little　rhymes；　his　robe　and　cloak；　mere　flimsy　cloth；　and　his　weapons；　inert　sticks　and　ornaments。　Well；　probably　not　all　of　them；　but　he　wasn't　reckless　enough　to　stand　and　experiment　while　the　ores　assailed　him　with　their　pilfered　blades。　Forfeiting　his　dignotnity；　he　turned　and　ran。　The　exertion　made　his　chest　throb　where　K'rarza'q　had　gored　him。
When　he　reached　the　edge　of　the　plaza；　he　thought　he　must　have　exited　the　dead　zone。　He'd　better　have；　because　he　could　hear　the　grunting　ogres　with　their　long　legs　catching　up　behind　him。　He　turned；　pointed　a　wand；　and　snarled　the　trigger　word。
A　drop　of　liquid　shot　from　the　tip　of　the　rod。　It　struck　the　belly　of　the　lead　ogre　and　burst　into　a　copious　splash　of　acid。
With　his　magic　restored；　Gromph　obliterated　every　attacker　who　lacked　the　sense　to　run　away。　His　dark　elf　attendants　were　already　dead；　leaving　him　to　make　his　way　back　to　Tier　Breche　alone。
As　it　turned　out；　the　slave　rebellion　was　pandemic；　and