Arcane Journey

Chapter 352 Ominous Premonition

As dusk fell, Myrcella saw in the magical phantom transmitted by the eye of insight that the shadow people of the floating city Sacross were covering the magnificent shadow energy bodies like shadow carpets one by one. on the city.

Through the gap that has not yet been covered by shadows, one can clearly see a wide square in the center of the floating city.

In the circle at the center of the square, there are eerie sculptures standing one after another. Each sculpture is wrapped in a shadow ribbon and stands in a polished obsidian urn. Inscriptions are constantly disillusioned in front of the sculptures of Shadowmen warriors and Shadowmen mages.

Groups of ghosts, spirits, gargoyles, and even a few shadow walkers with multiple tentacles wandered silently in the shadowy areas of the city.

The floating city, which has already risen to the sky, is in a perfect silence, which looks both peaceful and eerie.

In the long silence of the conference room in the wizard tower, snow particles knocked on the panes, and a strange and mournful sound of wind sounded. Myrcella raised her head. She thought she heard the hoarse cries of ravens and crows, but it was only the sound of wind, and there was snow Voice.

"They are setting up the shadow curtain." In the conference room, the elder Arad from Haruah broke the silence first. He brushed his hair with his finger wearing a black agate ring and pressed his temple, "If the floating city lands in Mokou Town, we cannot afford to be enveloped by a veil of shadow."

Hearing this sentence, the others were silent.

The mage of Waterdeep City, Durnan, was lying in an armchair, staring at the beer glass on his belly. After investigating the mysterious incident of Tivanton's disappearance, he was ordered by Mrs. Leila to stay in Mokou Town until the magic net. until the scars are completely repaired.

The two young men who just arrived, Azara and Severil, turned their heads to the window, while the other looked at the murals on the wall.

Across from the two of them sat Cormyr's royal mage, Sandra Cotter, with a long white beard and piercing eyes, scanning the other participants in the meeting.

The most relaxed person in the meeting was Ms. Polaris, who had transformed into a mature female form. She was swinging the sapphires on the necklace hanging on her full chest with great interest, and her beautiful and sexy lips were smiling.

"If you want to resist the attack of the floating city." Arad continued: "You must find a way to break their shadow curtain."

Myrcella nodded approvingly, if even the magic barrier of the Floating Void City cannot be cracked, it is indeed not qualified to threaten to repel it.

Brian had told her that Elder Allard was best at cracking magic barriers, so she could feel that since the other party had spoken first, he must have thought of a good way.

"In the era of Netheril." Lady Polaris said, "The magic barrier of any floating city is basically based on the ten-ring spell "Ravebe's Weaving Mystery". I have already observed that Sacross's The same is apparently true of the Shadow Curtain. "

"In this case, it will be easier to handle." Arad felt relieved when he heard this, and said again: "If Ma'am is willing to let me refer to the research data of this spell, I may be able to think of a method for the shadow curtain."

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that."

Ms. Polaris smiled slightly, "It's just that, as a descendant of Netheril, I think you should know that the fundamental reason why the "Ravebe's Braided Mystery" can last forever like the Persistence Art is because It is connected to the Deep Demon Web, but Sacross's Shadow Veil is connected to the Shadow Demon Web.May I ask, do you know anything about Shadowmoon? "

The words of Ms. Polaris caused the meeting to fall into a long silence again.

The Shadow Demon Web was created by the goddess Shar during the eternal war between the lost lady Shar and the moon lady Selun to fight against the goddess Selun's ally, the goddess of magic, Mystara.

If the magic net is a large net scattered in the material world and composed of network cable channels that transmit spellcasting energy, then the shadow magic net is the mesh of this net.

These two magic nets provide two completely different ways of casting spells.

Most importantly, Shar, the Lost Lady, holds the power and secrets of the Shadow Fiend so tightly that only a few know of its existence.

Thinking of this, Myrcella's expression changed, and she finally realized the real use of some items that Brian gave her before heading to the Realm of the Magic Web.

"Bryan has already obtained the information about Shadow Demon Net from the Prince of Souls in advance." Myrcella waved her hand, and three books with black covers and surrounded by shadows appeared on the table. Deep purple crystal shards.

"These two crystals are fragments of an artifact closely connected to the Shadow Demon Net, and may be of special help to your research."

When everyone saw the items on the table, except for Azara and Severil, who were not spellcasters, they all showed surprised expressions.

"Is this a fragment of the Shadow Stone?" Arad stared fixedly at the two fragments on the table, and muttered to himself, "I've heard that this evil artifact of the Shadow Demon Net was killed by a The shadow mage was destroyed in a ritual to activate the artifact."

"With the help of the knowledge of the Shadow Demon Net and the fragments of the Shadow Stone." Elder Haruah's eyes became more confident, "I am at least [-]% sure that I will find a way to counteract the shadow curtain mystic lock."

"But with my personal strength, it is obviously impossible to do it. After all, Lamorak and Agrila are the two ghost princes who are in charge of hosting the shadow curtain." He then added: "So I need Durnan and Sander The assistance of the two His Excellencies Lacotte."

"For me, there is no problem." Cormyr's royal mage took the lead.

"In the name of Mrs. Laila, the public lord of Waterdeep City, I am willing to do my best to assist you in resisting the attack of the shadow people." The portal owner of Skull Harbor looked away from his beer glass and said.

"In this way, I can rest assured." Myrcella smiled, and looked at Ms. Polaris, "Then I will trouble you next, and help them understand the mystery of "Ravebe's Braided Mystery Lock" as soon as possible. "

Ms. Polaris nodded slightly.

"Then what about the two of us, what shall we do?" Azara and Several asked.

"Cracking the shadow veil of Sacrosse does not mean winning the war." Myrcella said, "I hope that the two gentlemen can lead their own troops to assist Mokou Town to fight against Shadow People and Sang The Allied Forces of the Biya Kingdom."

"No problem." Severell nodded, "As long as I don't stay with these boring old wizards, it's even if I..."

"You are willing to let you fight the Zedi bears, right?" Before the elf finished speaking, Azara continued with words full of ridicule.

Severier's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he glared at the other party viciously.

After the meeting, Myrcella went back to her study and received Cormyr's best spy, Cavelier, alone.

This is a woman wearing a silver chain mail shirt, with silver hair tied into a refreshing ponytail. She leaned slightly and said, "Ma'am, the letter you asked me to secretly send to Mirabetta, the leader of the Sembian Women's University, has been successfully delivered to you." in her hands."

Myrcella nodded slightly, but doubt and curiosity quietly floated in her eyes.

In fact, she did not arrange this letter, but Brian asked her to do it. As for the content of the letter and its purpose, she had no idea.

Brian told her that the ceremony in this letter might have unexpected effects in the Kingdom of Sambia.

"Is there anything unusual about Sacross?" Myrcella came back to her senses, and then asked.

"The Great Prince Ruivalan of the City of Shadows has returned." Cavelier's clear face showed a trace of fear, "This Prince of Shadows has changed too much, if I hadn't reacted in time, I would have been almost killed by him. "

When Myrcella heard that, her expression suddenly became serious, "What's going on?"

She had received a message from Brian in advance, asking her to pay attention to Rui Valan's movements.

Now, the long-lost prince suddenly appeared in the material world, apparently hiding some terrible secret.

Cavriel is a legendary shadow thinker, mastering a secret skill that perfectly combines psionic energy and shadow. Although she does not have considerable combat ability, she has excellent hiding and lurking skills, and now she is in the There was a hint of fear in the other party's words.

"I'm not too sure." Cavlier shook her head distressedly, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I feel a power similar to the priesthood of shadow in him."

Shadow priesthood!

Myrcella finally couldn't maintain a calm and calm attitude, and showed an incredulous expression. She naturally knew a little about the history of Master, the God of Thieves.

The power of the shadow priesthood suddenly appeared on the body of the shadow prince.

This made her quite confident in the war, and with the appearance of the ghost prince Ruivalan, she obviously felt a huge pressure.

Now it seems that she can only pray secretly that Kala Dena will get a good harvest when she takes Sisaiah to the Chaos Sea.

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"Ask again!" Elsaville roared, "I want to know what's going on."

Brian felt a silence in his mind, apparently, the mysterious voice disappeared again.

"Damn it, it seems that I have to learn not to make a fuss." The female elf who got no response said depressedly:

"I thought that I chose to leave Yongju Island to go out and take risks before, so that my life would not be controlled by others. But, do you feel that being an adventurer is really stupid, like following orders and following the rules Like a golem, at the mercy of others."

"Indeed."

Brian couldn't help but give her a look, smiled and said he felt the same way.

Ilsaville didn't smile, but glared at him, and said viciously, "Do you want to blow up all the liches with me?"

"Your magic doesn't work, forget?" Brian reminded.

"Then I'll chop them all to pieces with my sword, don't you think?"

As Ilsevili said, she strode towards the nearest lich, holding the ancient elf sword tightly in her hand as she walked.

As the female elf's anger continued to soar, the artifact seemed to respond to its master's mood, flashing a faint white flame.

The silver whiskers transformed from the Magic Web Realm flowed behind her, gathered into strands, and spun into a circle, enveloping every Benor Lich, releasing some kind of complex and strange magic power.

The power of mysia once again flowed in a golden light.

Ilsevery obviously didn't notice at all, and the liches completely ignored the future elf queen.

When she got close to the target and pierced the opponent's body with a sword, the liches in front who were approaching the group of liches still did not stop, regardless of Ilsevery chopping up the lich behind, and the fragments of limbs disappeared. The white earth beneath their feet.

Seeing this situation, Ilseveri strode towards the next lich without hesitation.

Brian looked thoughtfully at the liches who were casting spells, and had no choice but to quickly follow her footsteps.

In the center of each circle, magical lights rose upwards, forming emerald green circular phantoms, which swirled around the motionless Benorch at various angles.

The golden mystical power turned into these halos, and the lich's spidery fingers cast complex spells, causing the green and gold halos to rise to the height of their heads, rising, spinning, growing brighter ...

"What the hell are they doing?" Brian murmured.

He found that these liches completely ignored the attacks of the two, allowing them to slash and kill their companions without paying any attention.

After killing another lich, Ilsevery ran to his side, shrugged with a smile, "You are the only wizard among us, do you need to ask me?"

Bryan responded quickly. He was still more than ten steps away from the lich he was chasing, and the lich was less than half the distance from the Benor Lich shrouded in the aura of immortality.

At this time, the emerald green halos above the heads of the liches suddenly turned a familiar crimson, and gradually widened, turning into bright green.

In that light was another Benorch, blinking in surprise as it fell among the liches.

Immediately afterwards, the power of Mystery pulled its raised arm until golden ripples flowed from its fingers, and its original panic expression disappeared.

Brian frowned: "The Benor Lich has been attracted here again!"

"Soon, the mythos on the entire Faerun continent will be guarded." Ilsevery looked at the cracks that opened above the heads of the group of liches, trying to launch a new attack.

"It seems that we shouldn't take the initiative to attack." Brian slowed down, holding the elf moon blade in front of the female elf, preventing her from attacking, and said his guess, "This is very likely to kill us .”

He already felt that every time Ilsevery killed a lich, these liches would turn into powerful energy, adding new power to the ceremony.

"As you've guessed, it's going to kill you guys."

The voices in their heads reappeared.

Brian looked at the Lich and the newly summoned Benor Lich, and sighed: "Are you going to reveal your identity? What are we doing here? What are they going to do?"

"It seems that you are about to be driven crazy by her mysterious appearance."

Ilsevery's voice was inaudible, but she stared at the lich in front of her with murderous eyes, but she started dancing, as if she had encountered something frightening, and she was yelling to remind her companions.

"Of course, I'll talk about it after I cast a special spell. Lalock's minions are waiting for me after wiping his neck clean." The mysterious female elf said with a smile.

Brian looked around, but couldn't see the flying sapphire hair, or the tiny brown elf.

"Let's go back to Storm and Simbu." He suggested to Ilsevelli, "I don't think it's a wise choice to be so close to the liches in the current situation."

The two were silent, turned and walked back in a hurry, looking behind them from time to time.

When they were still halfway away from the place where the silver silk screen was launched, they felt a faint fluctuation in their blood almost at the same time, and an uncomfortable feeling surged.

Immediately afterwards, the two were surprised to find that as far as their eyes could see, every white strand began to bend slowly and rhythmically.

"Still no one told me what's going on." Ilsevelli said in a low voice, but listening to her tone, it was not so much annoyance as self-entertainment.

At this time, something walked between the thick fog and the silk thread, circling around and moving forward.

The thing was huge and heavy, but it moved silently.

It quietly picked up the liches one by one, threw them all aside like throwing garbage, and then kneaded the golden and green halos summoned by the liches into silk balls, wrapping all the beno liches in in.

In the end, those silk balls fell softly from the air, bounced a few times on the ground, rolled back and forth between the silk threads, and finally stopped.

A rag doll-like thing fell from the white fog in mid-air, almost hitting Brian. He had already dodged it, and as if uncontrollably, he threw away the Elven Moonblade in his hand, then took a step back and stretched out his hand Go pick up this 'rag doll'.

The whole body of the 'rag doll' slammed on Brian's shoulder, sinking as if he was carrying a heavy load, and knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, Brian felt the cascade of sapphire-colored hair covering his eyes, and the soft limbs resting on his chest.

The beautiful female elf reappeared. Panting for breath, she lowered her body to dodge Ilsevery's sharp sword, and then caught Brian's elf moonblade and launched a counterattack.

(End of this chapter)