Arcane Journey

Chapter 371 Mara Hunter

Brian looked away from the page, frowning and lost in thought.

This section seems to record the truth about Myth Drannor's demise.

The most important thing is that Dakasang, the seer of the Tower of Windsong, had predicted what was going to happen before the disaster happened in Myth Draenor.

However, when Dakasan told the prophecy to the parliament, he did not gain the trust of these noble elves. Instead, he kept it a secret in order to prevent the panic caused by 'rumors'.

Even so, some elves still chose to believe that although they could not know where the threat to Myth Draenor came from, they still transported many magic items and precious books to a safe place in advance in order to prevent accidents.

After getting a general idea about Myth Drannor, Brian turned his attention to another thin and smooth nickel-silver page that had been dyed and etched:

They called it the Weeping War, and for good reason, for many a noble and proud people died in it, and all that they had fought for so long was lost with it.

Once, we lived in harmony and beauty, and got along well with this land.

But such an ideal life was shattered and reduced to ashes by the terrible demons who invaded us, and the beasts and dark minions who served them.

I cannot imagine the loss of the woodland paradise of Cormanthor, and think of all the inhabitants who lived there—Arruen, Emera, Mariel, Mutriel, Auslier, Purlin, Sa Rustel, Talladras... and many more, but I can't list them all, because the tears have already overwhelmed me from counting.

Steeped in rage, despair, and grief, some survivors have turned to the darkest things, casting spells we have reviled in good old days.

I have seen with my own eyes that Inledra Oruember desecrated herself with dark magic, negotiated with dark beings, and submitted her flesh and blood to their foul caresses in exchange for weapons capable of destroying her enemies.

When I condemned her for what she had done, she told me revenge was her only purpose in existence these days.

In the name of all loved ones taken from her, if she destroyed enough enemies to save the rest of Faerûn, what did it matter how tainted a sword she was now?

I was speechless to her then, and I am speechless now.

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After a long silence, Brian looked back and nodded thoughtfully.

Obviously, these are plots that he has never encountered in the game world before, and it can be regarded as giving him a general understanding of the demise of Myth Draenor and what he called the Weeping War.

"Sorry for disturbing your slumber unintentionally." Brian murmured to himself. He carefully placed this sad page on the table in front of the skeleton, and then bowed slightly sincerely to express his gratitude. tribute.

Then, he walked out of the secret room without looking back.

The ruins of Myth Drannor on the surface are still as silent as a barren mound, and all living things are decaying and festering in the desolate ruins.

One after another elf ghosts walk alone in the dusk, as if singing their farewells in the setting sun melancholy, they stare at each other, as if they are saying goodbye to each other in different ways.

Looking at the bleak scenes in front of him, Brian sighed slightly, and thought to himself: I don’t know if these countless wandering elf ghosts will have a chance to return to Avandor, the kingdom of the elves, and reinvest in Corellon La. Ryan's arms.

He shook his head slightly, didn't think about it anymore, put his hand on the hood behind the cloak, completely hid his face in the shadows, and continued walking towards the depths of the ruins like a ghost.

When Brian passed through the eerie foggy forest without a sound, he suddenly saw a spiritual crow flapping its wings, flying over from afar, and landing on the branch beside him.

The crow had gleaming black feathers, looked at Brian with human eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Sir, you are looking for a lost tree, aren't you?"

Brian was slightly taken aback when he heard that, not knowing how the bird knew his purpose.

He secretly suppressed the doubts in his heart, smiled at the crow, and said, "Yes, a bard with a beautiful singing voice told me that he lost a tree and asked him to help find it."

"Praise Goddess Timora, you are so lucky." The crow cheered and said, "I just saw that tree was stolen by someone, and it was hidden in a hunting lodge not far ahead. Inside."

"Thank you for letting me know. I will look for it myself." Brian was slightly taken aback, and said as if he had looked deeply at the bird.

"Go, sir." The crow flapped its wings and flew into the air, staring down at Brian condescendingly, and said to him with profound words, "Remember, Myth Drannor is a place full of secrets, Some secrets can kill when you don't know them."

As soon as the voice fell, it turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated in the air.

"What surges in the air is the power of shadows." Looking at the position where the crow disappeared, Brian instantly felt the power of fluctuations with his powerful perception of magic.

"Could it be a subordinate of the Lost Lady?" He couldn't help guessing in his heart, "If it's a subordinate of the Lost Lady, what can explain the half-orc corpse in the ruins?"

"Forget it, forget it, go and check it out yourself, and you'll know." Brian shook his head slightly, making up his mind secretly.

His current strength has reached a medium legend, and he also has many life-saving means.

Even if he falls into the enemy's trap, unless it is a high-level legend or the incarnation of a god, he can say with confidence that he can come and go freely.

After all, for him, this is already the only clue he has right now. If he gives up because of fear, it will most likely waste a lot of time for him to re-explore.

Then, without wasting any time, he went straight to the direction that the crow pointed for him.

The bird didn't seem to be lying, and after a while, Brian saw a building made of stone within sight.

And he also deduced that this was definitely an exquisite hunting lodge. Unfortunately, as time went by, the west side of the lodge collapsed due to the crazy growth of trees that were too close to the wall, occupying its space, and only one door was covered with moss. The oak double doors seemed to be the only way of entry.

Just as Brian was about to release detection magic to investigate the surrounding environment, the roar of wild beasts suddenly sounded one after another.

At the same time, the crow that had just given Brian a clue also appeared in mid-air in a cloud of surging smoke.

It flapped its wings, looked at Brian on the ground with disdain, and mocked:

"Stupid human, I told you a long time ago that some secrets can kill people, yet you still dare to go beyond your means. Since you are so fearless about death, then let the Beast Lord's believers accompany you to have fun. "

After the crow finished speaking, he was just about to disappear into smoke, but suddenly found Brian staring at him coldly. package, fell to the ground.

Seeing that the arrogant crow had been subdued by him, Brian immediately took out his staff and calmly faced the group of hunters led by Mara, the god of hunting.

(End of this chapter)