war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第137部分

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She　blinked　in　surprise。　Like　true　arachnids；　driders　were　scutding　about　the　walls　and　rooflines。　Many　such　debased　creatures　retained　their　spellcasting　abilities；　and　one　of　them　must　have　conjured　the　fire。
Quenthel　had　no　idea　how　the　thralls　and　outcasts　could　have　conspired　together；　nor　did　she　have　time　to　stop　and　ponder　the　question。　She　had　to　stop　the　driders　before　they　destroyed　her　pany　from　above。　She　levitated　upward　through　the　smoky　air；　meanwhile　looking　about　for　the　mage　who'd　created　the　flame。
Barbed　arrows　and　bolts　of　light　streaked　at　her　from　all　directions。　She　shielded　her　face　with　a　fold　of　her　piwafwi；　and　the　missiles　rebounded　or　dissolved　when　they　encountered　her　layers　of　enchanted　protection。　The　impacts　stung　but　did　no　serious　damage。
When　she'd　ascended　to　their　level；　she　recognized　certain　snarling　faces　even　with　the　fangs；　driders　whom　she　herself　had　helped　to　make。　Perhaps　it　explained　why　they'd　throw　magic　at　her　despite　the　inevitable　damage　to　the　mob　of　ores。
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　razor…sharp　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　half…spiders　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　half…spiders　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　ennotemies'　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；　〃Wh…what　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　scar…faced　princess　said。　〃Like　this。〃　She　smashed　a　half…finished　kayak；　a　fragile…looking　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　well…armed　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　furnotther　doses　of　healing　magic；　since　Miz'ri　declined　to　squand