Arcane Journey

Chapter 438 Assassination
In the Ernook Desert, the floating city of Sultanza quietly floats above the Sea of ​​Shadows, which is surrounded by dark clouds and mist all year round.

Once upon a time, it was called the 'Thirsty Sands', a basin extending for miles in all directions, and it was also a salt-alkali land that was extremely devoid of water.

With the return of the City of Shade, some powerful magic is cast here.

On the most barren land in the history of Toril, a lake stretching thousands of square kilometers was created, clear and icy cold.

On the northern shore of the Sea of ​​Shadows, there is a checkerboard-shaped field of rich colors consisting of leaf green, wheat yellow, and earthy brown.

The desert storm that encroached on the land has stopped, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the silver moonlight shines on the fields, everything seems so fresh and pure.

The quiet night sky, the gently flowing sea water, and the cool and soft breeze, everything here seems to explain to the world the tranquility of the Shadowlands shrouded in shadows.

However, somewhere in the tallest and most majestic ghost tower in Sultanza City, there is a battle that can change the situation of the entire floating city.

In the small room, streaks of venom glistened with a dark green luster, filled with a disgusting stench, and swayed down like dense raindrops.

It was that stench that triggered the magical defense of a certain trigger technique in the room, allowing the Supreme King Telamante of the City of Shadows to narrowly escape this fatal blow.

Countless deadly venom was sprayed from the mouth of the huge snake-like creature, dripping on the ground, making a hissing sound, and turned into a foul-smelling green steam, permeating the entire room.

The Supreme King Telamante, with the defensive barrier shining all over his body, stepped back, calmly raised his hands, and quickly gestured a series of complicated patterns with his ten fingers.

The words he yelled to the beast shrouded in shadow seemed meaningless, but they contained enormous power.

In an instant, the scorching flames lit up the entire room red, and the high-temperature explosion even scorched Telamante's eyebrows, and the snake-like creature that flashed out of the shadows also screamed in pain.

The bright flame instantly dispelled the shadows surrounding the monster, revealing the outline of a skeletal creature.

It was black all over, with circles of crimson rings interspersed with it. If one ignored the disheveled female head covered with deep scales, it looked like the skeleton of a giant python at first glance.

"So it's the ghost Naga from the shadow plane!" As a spellcaster who has lived for thousands of years, Telamante naturally recognized the monster's identity in an instant.

He fixed his eyes on the Shadow Naga, and said with an extremely solemn expression, "It is impossible for an ordinary Ghost Naga to break through the defenses of the Floating Void City and the Shadow Tower. So, you must have been instructed by that person."

There is another sentence that Telamante did not say: not only is it impossible for ordinary ghost naga to break through, but it is also impossible for high-level legendary powerhouses with comparable strength to break through.

And the reason why this creature from the shadow plane was able to easily break through the defense woven by the shadow demon net to assassinate him is self-evident.

Before the Shadow Naga could speak, the orange fireball quickly disappeared on the target under the call of Telamante, turning into billowing smoke and burning violently.

In a moment, the rough and thorny skin of the Shadow Naga has become scorched black.

Terramante took three steps back, keeping his distance.

However, when he came across the portrait of the lost lady Shar that he only hung symbolically on the wall, the Shadow Naga, who had already extinguished the flames around her, suddenly laughed strangely.

"It hurts." It hissed like gravel on steel.

In an instant, Telamante suddenly sensed a wave of shadow energy erupting from that portrait, which actually made his blood start to turn cold rapidly.

This terrifying energy made his body freeze in place uncontrollably, unable to move an inch.

As a ghost who has been transformed for thousands of years, Telamante has never been backlashed by shadow energy, but now it directly gives him a power that has no ability to resist.

It can be seen from this that the assassin from the shadow plane obviously came prepared.

I saw the icy killing intent floating in the cold snake pupils of the Shadow Naga, gliding forward like sharp arrows, scraping huge gullies on the expensive wooden floor, which were scorched by the heat of the fireball technique.

As it pressed closer and closer, the green venom still dripped from the corner of its mouth.

The moment it quickly appeared in front of the Supreme King Telamante, who could not move his body, he suddenly opened his eerie mouth surrounded by shadow energy with the utmost strength. The four huge gray-yellow fangs were eye-catching and The fatal looms within Terramante's sight.

The fangs are so huge that it cannot keep its mouth closed.

When the venom fell on the floor, it made a creepy hissing sound, and all the defensive magic circles and traps in the room were corroded beyond recognition by the pulsating spell aura.

At this moment, a fireball released by the Supreme King Telamante, who had finally accumulated a little power, was suddenly wrapped in a slender tail flame, galloped past, ignited the portrait of the lost lady on the wall, and immediately burned Eerie black flames.

With the violent burning of the portrait, Telamante also quickly grasped the control of the body.

With a thought of Telamante, a magic dagger shining with dazzling aura floated in his palm.

Seeing this frightening piece of equipment, Shadow Naga shrank back his ferocious face, and immediately began to brew his own venom.

The magic dagger whizzed through the air, shooting towards the Shadow Naga at a speed exceeding that of a crossbow.

With the sound of tearing flesh and blood sinking into Naga's hard black scales, Naga screamed in pain, the venom spewed out from its mouth, making a disgusting gurgling sound, the deadly liquid actually soaked itself and was still smoking body, making it scream even more heart-piercingly.

Immediately afterwards, the magic dagger slammed under Telamante's control, reaching the golden hilt, and piercing half of Shadow Naga's twelve-foot-long body.

"Turn!" Telamante thought, and Shadow Naga looked down.

The magic dagger shining with dazzling luster twisted and twisted on Naga's wound, making it frightened by the severe pain.

This time it no longer screamed, but insulted Telamante in a strange language, perhaps that must have been a terrible word in some dark pit that the Naga and her people called home. insult.

In a moment, under the attack of the magic dagger, the Shadow Naga began to rapidly dissipate the shadow energy covering the whole body, revealing the gloomy black skeleton.

"Turn!" Telamante yelled again, dodged in front of Naga and took another step back, bumped into the small bedside table, the bedside table fell down, a glass water glass broke on the ground, and the water mixed into the pool of blood on the floor.

The blade turned again, and the shadow energy covering Shadow Naga's body seemed to be sprayed out like blood.

However, in the face of this more tragic attack, the Shadow Naga did not scream this time.

It lowered its head and bit the magic dagger stuck in its body with its jagged fangs.

Although the pain of pulling out the blade made its snake body tremble again, the magic dagger was successfully separated from its wound, and a shadow energy splashed like a torrent of blood.

Seeing that his attack had no effect on the Shadow Naga, Telamante's expression sank.

Obviously, since his enemy wanted to kill him, he must have made perfect preparations, how could he escape easily.

Thinking of this, High King Telamante began to think about his own escape plan.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, the Shadow Naga twisted the snake body again and shot over like a sharp arrow.

Seeing this, his eyes turned cold, and the magic dagger discarded by Naga on the ground was suddenly lifted up by a wave of magic energy, and immediately spun at high speed and slashed at the shadow Naga's elongated neck .

A dazzling magical light flashed, and the shadow Naga's head jumped out of his body like a ball, and bounced twice on the ground before stopping.

I saw its snake body fluttering and shaking, and the gloomy shadow energy filled the simply furnished room.

"This is dead?" Feeling this scene, Telamante felt a little unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, a Shadow Naga, who was immune to most of his shadow spells, was killed by himself in such a dramatic way.

"Teramante?"

A woman from nowhere stood behind the twitching corpse of a naga.

Her voice is the exact opposite of Naga's, full of life and rhythm.

I saw that she was holding a slender sharp sword in her hand. When she held it, it would droop and shape, and when she swung it, it would whip through the air like a whip.

"Long time no see, High King Telamante of Sultanza." She said softly, "I didn't expect that we would finally meet in this way."

The scorching flames, the splashing shadow energy and the stench of poison filled the room, and Telamante's consciousness began to be affected unconsciously.

The woman began to walk towards him, her gait cautious and confident.

"I think..." said Terraman, "I should..."

The whistling sound of the whip blade piercing through the air prevented him from fully uttering the next sentence.

At the last moment, High King Telamant Tanshul of Shade felt his head drop to the floor of the room.

Hundreds of miles away from the Shadow Sea, Shadow Mage Hajhorna stood in front of a huge glass jar, which contained a thick green semi-liquid, which wriggled as if it had vitality.

"Great." Hajhorner said to himself, turned around in the messy laboratory, and slowly walked towards the crystal ball of true knowledge.

"It looks like everything is going as planned."

All of the Shadow Naga's actions in High King Telamant's Shade Tower came to his mind.

The High King of Shade, Terramante, is dead, so there are no accidents that can stop the Lost Lady's plan to replace the goddess of magic, Mystra's Weave.

"This is really a perfect plan." Hajhorner recovered from the prophecy of the crystal of true knowledge, and not only sighed, "It's just a pity, it's a pity, I even secretly planned it Thousands of years of plans were never known, and he just died."

He looked back at the huge glass tank, which was as big as a private house, and there was actually a beech tree shining with golden light inside.

Strands of real shadow energy are corroding the beech tree transformed from the golden scroll at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hajhorner could see something solid and rough, scraping along the inner walls of the glass before disappearing again in thick shadow energy.

"Soon." He murmured to the energy in the vat, "It's almost over."

In the floating city of Sultanza, in the tower of the ghost of the High King Telamante.

The black veil covered her face, and Miaoman's slender body was covered by a black robe. 'Black veil' Illyrel turned Telamante's severed head with the toes of her high-heeled shoes so that she could see his face.

He was so handsome that she frowned, and she never got any pleasure from destroying things, especially beautiful things.

She took out a black bag made of unknown materials.

She knew that the Supreme King Telamante of the City of Shadows could not be killed by herself so easily, and the function of this magic dimension bag was to completely cut off the hope that the Supreme King might be resurrected.

She put away the rapier, squatted down, and tipped her feet back to avoid the blood on the floor.

"Sorry." A voice came from behind her.

She stopped, not intending to stab the intruder back with her whip sword, nor thinking of running away.

She recognized the voice, and she was very good at identifying it.

"Teramante," she said, turning her head slowly to see him standing in the high archway.

Someone was standing in the dark corridor behind him.

The silhouette of the man looked familiar, but her thoughts were completely disturbed by the presence of the man she had just beheaded, who was perfectly fine and alive.

as usual.

He wears the ancient and traditional black armor that symbolizes the dominion of the Netherese Empire, with a dragonwing cloak, fixed-style gauntlets, and a dark purple robe.

His personal signature: a lion-like creature depicted in black outline on a blood-red background, with dragon-like or bat-like wings.

The Lost Lady's voice in the physical world, resisting the temptation to glance back at her head on the floor to make sure it's still there.

It's still there.

"Please allow me to finish what I haven't finished just now." The Supreme King Telamante of the City of Shadows said calmly, "I think... I should not have interfered with the goddess' plan, why should I be so hard Woolen cloth?"

Elirael didn't answer his question.

As she slid her hand to the hilt of her whip, she heard a faint spell of magic.

Immediately afterwards, Elirael felt that her body was enveloped by an invisible magical energy. This feeling was like being paralyzed by shadow energy, making it difficult to move.

Obviously, the defense of the Shadow Tower is working.

"What a mess..." said Telamante, "and a headache."

He walked into the room step by step avoiding bloodstains and sawdust, and looked meaningfully at Illyrel who was covered by a black veil.

(End of this chapter)