war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第82章

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The　undercreatures　howled；　and　for　a　moment；　until　he　pushed　the　feelings　away；　Ryld　felt　his　magically　induced　disgust　blaze　up　into　savage　bloodlust。
〃We　can　be　avenged！　Repay　every　injury　a　thousand　fold！　Cast　down　the　drow　to　be　our　slaves！　We'll　wrap　ourselves　in　silks　and　cloth…of…gold　and　make　them　run　naked；　feast　on　succulent　viands　and　feed　them　garbage！　We'll　sack　Menzoberranzan；　and　afterward　those　of　us　who　wish　it　will　return　to　our　own　peoples　laden　with　treasure；　while　the　rest　of　us　rule　the　cavern　as　our　own！〃
Not　likely；　thought　Ryld。　He　turned　to　say　as　much　to　Pharaun；　then　blinked　in　surprise。　The　wizard　looked　as　if　he　was　taking　this　diatribe　senotriously。
〃They're　just　venting　their　resentment　in　the　form　of　a　fantasy；〃　the　warnotrior　whispered。　〃They'd　never　dare；　and　we'd　crush　them　in　a　matter　of　minutes　if　they　did。〃
〃So　one　would　assume；〃　Pharaun　replied。　〃e　on；　I　want　a　closer　look。〃
They　started　working　their　way　forward　through　the　agitated　throng。　Some　of　their　fellow　spectators　plainly　resented　their　shoving。　Ryld　had　to　toss　one　hobgoblin　down　onto　the　floor　of　the　sunken　arena；　but　no　one　seemed　to　think　it　odd　that　they　wanted　to　get　closer　to　the　charismatic　leader。　Others　were　doing　the　same。
The　Prophet　continued　his　oration。
〃I　thank　you　for　your　work　and　your　patience；　which　soon　will　reap　their　reward。　Word　of　our　revolt　has　reached　every　street　and　alley。　We　have　warriors　everywhere；　and　each　understands　what　he　is　to　do　when　he　hears　the　Call。　Meanwhile；　the　drow　suspect　nothing。　Their　arrogance　makes　them　placent。　They　won't　suspect　until　it's　too　late；　until　the　Call　es　and　we　rise　as　one…until　we　burn　them。〃
Ryld　and　Pharaun　had　forced　their　way　close　enough　to　see　the　Prophet　pick　up　a　sandstone　rod　and　anoint　the　end　with　an　oil　from　a　ceramic　bottle。　The　rod　burst　into　yellow；　crackling　flame　as　if　it　were　made　of　dry　wood；　that　exotic　bustible　product　of　the　World　Above。　The　master　of　Melee…Magthere　squinted　at　the　sudden　flare　of　light。
〃Eyes　of　the　Goddess！〃　Pharaun　exclaimed。
〃It's　a　neat　trick；〃　Ryld　said；　〃but　surely　nothing　special　by　your　stannotdards。〃
〃Not　the　fire；　those　two　bugbears　standing　behind　the　Prophet。〃
〃His　bodyguards；　I　imagine。　What　of　them？〃
〃They're　Tluth　Melarn　and　one　Alton　the　cobbler；　two　of　our　runaways。　They're　wearing　veils　of　illusion；　too；　but　of　a　simpler　nature。　I　can　see　past　theirs。〃
〃Are　you　serious？　What　are　drow；　even　rogues；　doing　aiding　the　instiganottor　of　a　slave　revolt？〃
〃Perhaps　we'll　find　out　when　we　tail　the　Prophet　and　his　entourage　away　from　here。〃
〃I　taught　you　how　to　use　the　fire　pots；〃　the　orator　continued；　〃and　my　friends　and　I　have　brought　plenty　of　them。〃　He　gestured　toward　several
hovering　floatchests。　〃Take　them　and　hide　them　until　the　day　of　reckoning。
The　bright　notes　of　a　brazen　glaur　horn　blared　through　the　air。　For　a　moment；　confused；　Ryld　thought　〃the　Call〃…whatever　that　was…had　arnotrived；　then　a　thrill　of　panic；　or　at　least　the　memory　of　it；　reminded　him　what　the　trumpet　truly　portended。　Judging　by　the　goblins'　babbling　and　frantic　peering　about；　they　knew；　too。
〃What　is　it？〃　Pharaun　asked。
〃You're　nobly　born；〃　said　Ryld；　hearing　a　trace　of　an　old　bitterness　in　his　voice。　〃Didn't　you　ever　go　hunting　through　the　Braeryn；　slaying　every　wretch　you　could　catch？〃
The　wizard　smiled　and　said；　〃Now　that　you　mention　it；　but　it's　been　a　long　time。　It　occurs　to　me　that　this　is　probably　Greyanna's　doing。　Not　a　bad　tactic；　really；　even　though　it　involves　a　lot　of　waste　motion。　Once　I　shielded　us　our　hunters　couldn't　pinpoint　our　location；　but　they　knew　our　mission　would　bring　us　to　the　Braeryn　so　they　organized　a　hunt　for　a　party　of　nobles。　The　idea　is　that　all　the　turmoil　is　likely　to　flush　us　out　and　send　us　scrambling　frantically　through　the　streets；　at　which　point　they'll　have　a　better　chance　of　spotting　us。〃
〃What's　more；〃　said　Ryld；　making　sure　his　swords　were　loose　in　their　scabbards；　〃your　sister　gives　us　the　choice　of　retaining　our　veils　of　illusion　and　being　harried　by　our　own　kind；　or　casting　them　off　and　facing　the　wrath　of　th