Arcane Journey

Chapter 369 People of Black Blood
The scroll of Nairir in golden beech form has been stolen.

Brian finally grasped the point of the problem from the elf ghost's nagging words.

He frowned when he heard the unexpected news.

Although his main purpose of coming here this time was to find traces of the 'Earth Prophet' Asindor, but when he learned that he had the opportunity to get another complete set of Nether scrolls, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Now it seems that the small calculation in my heart is likely to come to nothing.

After all, it can be judged from the words of the elf ghost that this set of Nether scrolls has been stolen at least half a year ago.

What happened half a year ago?
Half a year ago, in order to repair the magic net, he and the female leader of the Elven Expeditionary Army, Ilsevery, were still trapped in the realm of the magic net, buying time for Storm and Simbu to repair it, and jointly resisting Laroque's attempt to control Benoit Demon tricks.

Benor Lich?

Shouldn't it be...

Mentioning the Benor Lich, Brian was taken aback, and with his sober mind, Jean suddenly realized something.

In the society of the elves, transforming themselves into liches means permanently cutting off the connection with Avandor, the kingdom of God. They will swear to stay in the material world for the rest of their lives, serve the interests of the elves, and abandon them forever to return to the kingdom of God. Opportunity.

Therefore, the elves who become Benor Liches will undoubtedly be highly respected by the tribe, and they will be called: Supreme Guardians.

If there is any place with the most Benor Liches, it must be Myth Drannor, the capital of the once elven empire.

As for Bryan's battle in the magic net world, he witnessed Laroch forcefully summoning Myth Dranno's Benor Lich to the magic net world through some powerful secret method.

This indirectly caused some of Myth Drano's forbidden areas, such as the Tower of Windsong, to be defenseless. In addition, the departure of Sirinxi, the guardian of the ruins, may give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

At that time, Brian wondered if the enemy would take advantage of the emptiness of Myth Draenor's defense to steal another set of legendary Nether scrolls.

But at that time, he wasn't sure if there was a real scroll of Nether in Myth Drannor's Tower of Windsong, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Looking at it now, this incident seems to be very close to what he guessed. Not only did Myth Dranno have the scroll of Nether that he coveted, but someone actually took advantage of this opportunity to steal it.

Brian didn't think it was a coincidence. If it wasn't a coincidence, he would have found out in disbelief that the conspiracy of the Lost Lady Shar against the Goddess of Magic, Mystra, to completely replace the Magic Web with the Shadow Magic Web, was unavoidably planned. It's too long.

It's just a chain of links, and it doesn't give people too much chance to breathe.

Now in Guangze at the junction of Cormyr and Sembia, a dead demon area is prepared to cover the entire swamp, and the ghost assassin is dispatched to seriously injure the strongest thug of the goddess of magic and escape to Bator Hell, and then join forces with the dark trade Net and the drow go crazy in Shadow Valley.

As everyone knows, the chaos in Shadow Valley is only used to cover up the realm of the magic net before it is implemented.

The adventure in the Magic Web Realm seems to be a big victory for Brian and others, but it is not difficult to find out that the Nether scroll is lost.

The conspiracy of the Magic Web Realm, as well as the extremely fast time flow, are more likely to delay the electors of the goddess of magic such as Si Linxi.

Of course, for the Church of the Lost Lady, it would be the best if it really succeeds. It doesn’t matter if the plan of the Magic Web Realm fails, because they have already used this opportunity to obtain the endurance stored in the Tower of Windsong. color scrolls.

The only thing that Brian couldn't figure out was, what was the purpose of the Shar church's people getting the Nether Scroll?
He had a premonition that this move of the Church of Shar might be even more terrifying than Guangze and Shadow Valley, and it was more like preparing to put all their eggs in one gamble.

After all, the ghost princes who fully supported the lost lady have died one after another, and even the floating city Sacross was buried with them.

And the power of the church in Sembia was suppressed by Mirabetta, the leader of the women's university, and it was impossible to hold up its head. In other words, the power of the Lost Lady in the material world was not much left.

If she doesn't succeed this time, it is very likely that her other mortal enemy, the goddess of the moon, Su Lun, will take the opportunity to recover more divine power.

Light and darkness, one ebbs and another ebbs and flows.

If Su Lun's power grows stronger, it means that Shar's power will be weakened accordingly.

After trying to understand the general ins and outs of the problem, Brian no longer entangled with the loss of the Nether Scroll, and he didn't feel any sense of loss in his heart.

The Netherese scrolls are precious, but you have to die to see them. This set of Netherese scrolls was stolen from the Netherese by the elves. They would rather be sealed in the Tower of Windsong in the form of golden beech wood for dozens of centuries. People are willing to check, if there is nothing tricky in it, he will not believe it even if he is killed.

He looked at the elf ghost who was still sitting on the rock, and asked curiously, "Since this very special tree has been lost for almost half a year, why haven't you found someone to help you find it. "

By carefully observing the inconspicuous footprints left on the ground, he was able to discover that besides him, other people have also been here, but there are only forward steps here, and no turning back.

Of course, it can also be considered that after finding nothing, these explorers released teleportation spells and left the place, or died inside.

"I don't know." The elf ghost shook his head in confusion, "I don't know anything, I only know that that tree is very special, it was lost, a man in green clothes approached me, and told me sadly, Let me sing this story to all who will listen."

Brian looked at the confused elf ghost, with some confusion in his eyes, and said: "Please forgive me, as far as I know, every dead elf, their soul will return to the kingdom of Avandor, why do you His soul stays here?"

Therefore, ghosts are nothing more than the product of an unrestrained spirit that cannot be freed due to obstacles.

They have no connection with their original existence, and are destined to exist forever in the world, and they can only return to rest unless they fulfill the strongest last wish left in their lifetime, otherwise, their only ending is the destruction of their souls, and finally they are completely destroyed. forget.

But the elf ghost in front of him gave Brian a very strange feeling.

This feeling is as if the other party does not wake up naturally, but is the product of directly stripping the soul from the body of the living through some kind of dark ritual.

Faced with Brian's question, the nagging elf ghost looked at Brian in confusion, then stopped speaking, turned around silently, and the illusory figure disappeared into the depths of the forest as if drifting with the wind.

Looking at the strange behavior of the elf ghost, Brian instinctively told himself that what the other party wanted to express should be to go with him.

He looked up at the place where the elf ghost disappeared. He was on the way to the Tower of Windsong, so he stood there thinking for a moment, then followed the ghost's footsteps and walked over.

Following the trail of the elf ghost, Brian appeared in a misty forest.

The dark shadows of the trees were hidden in the deep darkness, and covered by a dark veil of mist, in which the giant oak trees loomed eerily, with their trunks close together and extremely close, and their branches twisted like claws.

It was very quiet here, and there was a breath of death.

The tower-like oak tree twists upwards and disappears into the gray fog. The withered and blackened treetops block out the sky and only seep in a dead gray light. The black puddles are like dark mirrors, scattered on the muddy road. .

There is no sound in the forest, as quiet as a barren tomb.

As Brian continued to move forward, he could feel the mist seeping from the woods, bit by bit swallowing the road behind him.

Soon, in an impassable withered forest ahead, he saw a towering archway formed by the twisted growth of trees, hazy due to the mist.

On both sides of the arch, there are two decaying ancient war trees, standing in full armor. The upper body of the ancient tree, withered and broken due to the power of corruption, lies quietly in the weeds at the feet.

All that greeted Brian here was silence and stillness.

When he passed through the arch, what appeared in his sight was a gray world, the bright sunlight could not penetrate the dense fog in the sky at all.

And in this dead-like world, Brian saw many ghosts haunting the elves. They didn't seem to know that they were dead, and they were still repeating the things of their lives, as if everything seemed peaceful and solemn.

The elf ghosts here look like the magic apprentices of the Tower of Windsong. They wear uniforms, wandering through the corrupted muddy alleys, concentrating on reading large books and parchment scrolls, or lying on the withered grass, Discuss their respective magical assignments.

Brian didn't disturb the atmosphere here, but cast a "Undead Ignore Spell" for himself, and walked through the hordes of elf ghosts, walking towards the depths similar to a university park.

As he expected, deep in the 'Park' he found a huge library tangled in decaying vines.

It can be seen from the darkened walls of the library that have been eroded by negative energy. It can be seen that this was once a white tower shining brightly in the sun.

Just when Brian was about to go to the library, he smelled a breath of death in the cold air.

He stared blankly, followed the rotting smell, and soon found a wild boar corpse half hidden in the bushes.

This is a lycanthropy.

The evil aura emanating from the rotting flesh lingered in the air. The dead wild boar man's stiff mouth was making intermittent grunts and groans, and the swollen and rotten arms and claws scratched the ground, crawling with difficulty.

Brian looked thoughtfully at the slowly transformed wild boar corpse under the erosion of negative energy. After careful observation, he found many deep and long scars on his face that was about to rot, and he also looked at it on its arm. To the trail of the beast's claws.

This made him instantly realize that the followers of Mara, the god of hunting, the people of black blood, probably got their hands on this place through some means.

The wild boar man's fatal wound was on his neck. His throat was cut open by an extremely sharp sword, killing him instantly.

Brian stood there thinking for a moment, temporarily ignoring the corpse, but waved his hand in the direction of the library, used magic to clean up the vines at the gate, and stepped into the library full of decay.

In his opinion, there is no better place to understand the situation here than the library left by the elves.

In this musty-smelling library hall, Brian saw built-in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the four walls, and several rows of independent bookshelves occupying the center.

When Brian walked to the middle shelf, he suddenly discovered that there was a sunken rune similar to the Ring of Windsong in his hand on these silver bookshelves.

With a look on his face, he immediately took out the ring and pressed it on the sunken rune.

"Boom!"

A magical aura flashed, and accompanied by bursts of loud noises, the bookshelf began to shake slightly, and then fell like rain like snow and dust.

In just a moment, a step leading to the ground appeared in front of Brian.

For this unexpected discovery, Brian didn't go in immediately, but carefully passed the detection magic, and after confirming that it was correct, he walked down the steps cautiously.

The steps are very short, and after only a dozen floors, Brian reached the end.

What appeared in front of him was a secret room with very simple decoration, only a desk and chair. On the table was a yellowed book and a light and smooth nickel-silver page that had been dyed and etched. On it was written It is full of dense elf characters.

And on the chair is a skeleton dressed as a librarian. The owner of this skeleton has long since died with the destruction of Myth Drano. You can still see it along the place where the arm bone fell off. I noticed that there was a quill that hadn't decayed yet falling on the ground.

Out of politeness, Brian saluted slightly to the skeleton lying on the chair, then walked over it carefully, walked to the table, reached out and opened the yellowed pages, and carefully read the elven text on it:
The original prophecy and omen of Myth Drannor's destruction came from Dakasan, the seer of the Tower of Windsong.

He related these dire signs to the Elders of Windsong Tower, but the latter kept them secret from the public to prevent panic.

Due to distrust and factionalism within the Elven Court, this news was also kept secret from the Parliament, because no one could be sure where the threat to Myth Drannor came from.

In order to prevent unexpected changes, the elf mages of the Light Flame Sect and the Tower of Windsong began to secretly transport magic items and tomes to a safe place.

Many of them were sent to trusted clansmen in Silvermoon City.

However, these high elf mages did not go there in person, but left with their own secrets in the next 20 years and disappeared forever...

(End of this chapter)