Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 428 - 279 The City-State Forged by Betrayal (4K, Extra - s 88, 89)

Chapter 428: 279 The City-State Forged by Betrayal (4K, Extra Chapters 88, 89)

Malagas Moore.

A Dark Elf city-state deeply hidden within the underground caverns of the Dark Territory.

Its core is the spider-like web of obsidian spire clusters, sprawling under the dim dome with an eerie order.

Indeed, there’s order here, and discipline is very strict.

Among the inhabitants of the Dark Elf city-state, three types of people often converge.

Traders from foreign lands, the "Unreturning" who hide here to evade capture, and... slaves.

The Dark Elves are exclusive but do not reject the arrival of merchants.

As long as you can be craftier than these sinister and cunning fellows, you can earn considerable profit and their equally dangerous friendship.

The place is indeed dangerous, yet the profits are quite abundant.

Merchants are driven by profit, and many are willing to risk their lives for it.

Those merchants intent on getting rich bring various treasures and supplies from different places, driven by their lust for profit and curiosity about the unknown, stepping into this dark domain.

They cautiously trade with the Dark Elves, each transaction feels like probing the edge between darkness and light. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Of course, among these merchants, slave merchants fare the best.

Not only can they sell surface slaves at a high price, but they can also buy slaves unique to the Dark Territory from the Dark Elves.

Buying and selling, enjoying the deals twice, it’s thoroughly satisfying!

Next, are those "Unreturning" who hide here to escape others’ pursuit.

The Unreturning, literally means wanderers without a place to return to.

Most of them have committed various crimes or offended powerful forces, forced to flee to this forsaken corner of the world, these fierce criminals.

They eked out a precarious existence in the city’s corners, always alert for potential pursuers.

For other cities, they are disruptive elements to be cleared away, watched closely by guards.

But to the Dark Elves, they can’t wait for these guys to make a mistake, so they can logically capture them as slaves.

Exactly.

And ranked last in the Dark Elf city-state, also the most tragic, are the slaves.

Dark Elves, who thrive on slavery, are extremely adept at enslaving and torturing slaves.

The slaves, driven by the Dark Elves, engage in various heavy labor.

No dignity, no freedom, they silently endure the torment of fate in the darkness.

If lucky, they might be picked by a Dark Elf to become their "companion."

If unlucky, they might still be picked by a Dark Elf, become their "companion," prematurely ending their miserable lives.

This city-state resembles a grand stage, where three different fates intertwine into a twisted and dark tale.

Of course, above all residents, are the city’s true rulers—the Dark Elves.

In Malagas, it’s the Moore Clan.

This ancient Dark Elf clan has ruled here for thousands of years.

In the Dark Territory, there are not only Dark Elves, but other dangerous races too!

Eye demons, shadow dragons, underground dwarves... the other races are equally strong, having powers not inferior to the Dark Elves.

Initially, when the defeated Dark Elves were exiled here during racial conflicts, they were united at first.

They expelled the original races, staking a claim in this dark space.

But once settled, the instincts of Dark Elves drove them towards internal strife.

Dark Elves aren’t monolithic, there’s deep-rooted hatred between branches, always on guard against other clans, and even wary of backstabs from their own kin for power.

Thus, the Dark Elf clan alliance dissolved, scattered throughout every corner of the Dark Territory, occupying various regions.

Until a true leader capable of uniting all Dark Elves, the "Psionic Grand Matron," emerges, these Dark Elves, flowing with the blood of betrayal, are destined to fight solitarily, scattered across the Dark Territory.

The Moore Clan is one among these clans, they came here and named this place "Malagas Moore."

In ancient Elf language, it means "The Eternal Prison of the Shadow Weaver."

Honestly speaking, the Moore Clan is not the strongest clan, they’ve not very deep in heritage, but they’ve never been defeated.

Despite having undergone numerous changes of matron, knives of betrayal pierced through kin’s chests time and again, the Moore Clan still stands firm here.

They repelled other dangerous races attempting to destroy them, ultimately occupying this region and firmly establishing their footing.

"Strength in betrayal, eternal life in shadows." This is the Moore Clan’s clan motto, and what they consider the root of their strength.

And to the other races near Malagas city-state, the fear towards them is etched deeply into their souls.

Hence, the public order in Malagas is surprisingly good.

After all, few would choose to cause trouble in a place with such high lordly governance.

...

Whoosh—Snap!

The crack of the whip tore Teresa’s daze, bringing her consciousness back to reality.

The Guard Captain who lost an arm on the way wielded the whip with his left hand.

Snap!

"Move quickly!"

However, being unaccustomed to using his left hand, his action looked clumsy, lacking previous ferocity, revealing a somewhat amusing sight.

Among the other guards, someone couldn’t help but snicker, mixing into the group of slaves.