war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第71部分

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Pharaun　gasped　and　thrashed。　Ryld　held　on　to　him　for　fear　that　he'd　roll　off　the　roof。
When　the　seizure　ended；　the　Mizzrym's　face　seemed　gaunt　and　drawn　in　a　way　it　hadn't　been　before。　More　blood　seeped　from　his　wounded　stomach。
〃This　isn't　going　to　work；〃　said　Ryld；　〃not　by　itself。　Unless　you　have　some　more　healing；　you're　going　to　die。〃
〃That　would　be　。。。　a　profound　tragedy　。　。　。　but　。　。　。〃
〃We　have　plenty　of　dark　elves　in　the　Braeryn　tonight。　One　of　them　surely　brought　some　restorative　magic　along。　I'll　just　have　to　take　it　from　him；　or　her。　Here's　that　darkness。〃
Ryld　touched　the　roof　and　conjured　a　shadow　that　covered　the　Master　of　Sorcere　and　not　much　else。　With　luck；　the　effect　was　localized　enough　that　no　one　would　notice　the　obscuration　itself。
The　weapons　master　rose　and　raced　away。　Whenever　possible；　he　ran　along　the　rooftops；　bounding　from　one　to　the　next。　Often　enough；　hownotever；　the　houses　were　far　enough　apart　that　he　had　to　jump　down　to　the　ground　and　skulk　his　way　through　the　slaughter。
It　was　at　such　a　time　that　he　saw　another　hunting　party。　Unfortunately；　the　group　was　too　large　to　tackle。　He　had　to　hide　from　it　instead。　Crouched　low；　he　watched　a　mage　on　lizard…back　lob　a　yellow　spark　through　the　window　of　one　of　the　houses。　Booming；　yellow　flame　exnotploded　through　the　room　beyond。　A　moment　after　it　died；　the　screaming　began。　Ryld　winced。　As　a　child　of　six；　he'd　survived　precisely　such　a　masnotsacre；　and；　severely　blistered；　lain　trapped　for　hours　beneath　a　weight　of　charred；　stinking　bodies；　the　luckier　ones　dead；　the　live　ones　whimpering　and　twitching　in　their　helpless　agony。
But　it　wasn't　him　burned　nor　buried　tonight；　and　he　spat　the　unpleasnotant　memory　away。　He　glanced　about；　checking　to　see　if　anyone　was　looknoting　at　him；　then　broke　from　cover　and　floated　upward。
He　dashed　on　along　a　steeply　sloping　roof　engraved　with　web　patterns　and　defaced；　he　noticed；　with　another　slave　race　emblem。　He　sensed　somenotthing　above　and　behind　him；　and　pivoted。　His　boots　slipped；　and　he　levinottated　for　an　instant　while　he　found　his　footing　amid　the　carvings。
He　looked　up　and　spied　a　huge　black　horse　galloping　through　the　air　as　easily　as　the　mon　equines　of　the　World　Above　could　run　across　a　field。　Fire　crackled　around　its　hooves　and　pulsed　from　its　nostrils。　The　dark　elf　male　on　its　back　held　a　scimitar；　but　wasn't　making　any　extraordinary　effort　to　lift　it　into　position　for　a　cut。　Apparently　he　was　counting　on　his　demonic　steed　to　make　the　kill；　and　why　not？　What　goblinoid　could　withnotstand　a　nightmare？
Ryld　froze　as　if　he　were　such　a　hapless　undercreature　paralyzed　with　fear。　Meanwhile；　he　timed　the　speed　of　the　nightmare's　approach。　At　the　last　possible　moment；　hoping　to　take　the　phantom　horse　and　its　master　by　surprise；　he　whipped　Splitter　out　of　its　scabbard　and　cut。
And　missed。　Somehow　the　demon　arrested　its　charge；　and　the　blade　fell　short。
Its　fiery　hooves　churning　eighteen　inches　above　the　rooftop；　the　nightnotmare　snorted。　Thick；　hot；　sulfurous　smoke　streamed　from　its　nostrils；　ennotveloping　Ryld；　stinging　and　half　blinding　him。　He　heard　more　than　saw　the　black　creature　lunging；　striking　with　its　reptilian　fangs；　and　he　renottreated　a　step。　The　move　saved　him；　but　when　he　counterattacked；　the　nightmare　too　had　taken　itself　out　of　range。
Through　the　stinking　vapor；　he　glimpsed　the　infernal　horse　circling。　It　sprang　at　him　again；　this　time　rearing　to　batter　him　with　its　front　hooves。　He　crouched　and　lifted　Splitter。　The　point　took　the　steed　in　the　chest；　and　for　a　moment；　he　thought　he'd　disposed　of　it；　but；　its　legs　working　frantinotcally；　it　flew　upward；　lifting　itself　off　the　blade　before　it　could　penetrate　too　deeply。
The　next　few　seconds　were　difficult。　Ryld　could　barely　make　out　his　foes；　while　the　nightmare　could　apparently　see　through　its　own　smoke　pernotfectly　well。　He　stood　and　turned　precariously　on　the　crest　of　the　roof；　in　constant　danger　of　losing　his　balance；　whereas　the　flying　horse　could　manotneuver　wherever　it　pleased。　Just　to　make　life　even　more　interesting；　the　rider　started　swinging　his　curved　sword。　Fortunately；　like　most　denizens　of　the　Underdark；　he　had　little　notion　of　how　to　fight　on　horseback；　but　his　clumsy　strokes　still　posed　a　danger。
Ryld　wanted　to　end　the　confrontation　quickly；　before　someone　discovnotered　Pharaun's　hiding　place。　Unfortunately；　in　light　of　all　his　disadvannottages；　the　weapons　master　thought　the　only　way　of　doing　that　was　to　take　a　risk。　The　next　time　the　demon　reared；　he　let　one　of　the　blazing　hooves　slam　him　in　the　chest。
His　dwarven　breastplate　rang　but　held。　The　blow　hurt　cruelly　but　didn't　break　any　ribs　or　otherwise　incapacitate　him。　He　fell　backward；　banged　down　on　the　east　pitch　of　the　roof；　and　started　to　tumble。　Kicking　and　scrabbling；　negating　his　weight；　he　managed　to　catch　himself　and　twist　around　into　a　low　fighting　stance。
The　nightmare　was　rushing　in　to　finish　him　off。　He　swung　Splitter；　and　this　time　the　demon　was　too　mitted　to　the　attack　to　halt　its　forward　momentum。　The　greatsword　slashed　through　its　neck；　nearly　severing　the　head　with　its　luminous　scarlet　eyes。　The　s