The livestreamer had been slowly circling the city walls, carefully recording the Drow army surrounding the mountain from beginning to end without missing a single inch. Then the screen returned to the front of the mountain where the matriarchs stood, focusing directly on several female Drow chatting and laughing.
The seemingly friendly atmosphere between them could not stand up to close scrutiny... Their lips were smiling, but their eyes were full of murderous intent.
Yet the giant spiders beside them ensured that no matter how dissatisfied they were, they could only obey obediently... Clearly, they were not the commanders, but hostages meant to ensure their families worked honestly.
Although the true commander was still nowhere to be seen, Hill felt that he—no, the Undead—would probably be meeting an old acquaintance.
Among Rose's subordinates, wasn't there one who knew the Undead very well?
Hill looked at Falan, who was walking over properly, and waved a chaise lounge over from the other side. "Grandfather, sit here. The Lily fragrance is quite nice... We may be seeing an old acquaintance.
"Did that giant spider of Rose's, along with that female Mage she disguised herself as, ever appear in Telashir again afterward?"
Falan glanced at the giant screen, then turned and sat down. "After the portal opened, we never saw her again."
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "But we were not too concerned about where she went. After all, both her identities had been exposed. Followers of the God of Nobles had plastered her two faces across nearly every town... There was no way she could continue mingling among nobles and Mages.
"As for the specifics, you would have to ask Wistalia. The Elves had been searching for her all this time."
Hill was dazed for a moment. He