Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 10 Combat and Arrival

Imrik flew in the air, and first threw two balls of flame and colorful balls, and the two balls of fire precisely hit the two unlucky ones in the spider swarm.

The violent flame burst instantly ignited two goblin spiders, and the terrain characteristics created by the colorful ball also ignited a raging fire around the two spiders.

With the sound of wailing, four spiders died in the colorful ball on the surface of a ring of damage spells.

The remaining spiders continued to rush towards the caravan after seeing the flame retreating, but what they didn't expect was that three groups of greasy spells were waiting for them ahead.

As at least seven of the first wave of spiders fell into the greasy spell, Imrik chanted the spell three times again, throwing out three balls of colorful balls in a row——Fire Evocation.

"Bang bang bang!" The greasy technique and the colorful ball produced an extremely powerful chemical reaction, and the flames that shot up into the sky devoured the seven goblin spiders in it.

The remaining monsters changed direction as soon as they saw the greasy trap, and rushed towards the crowd from the side.

Old John first picked up the three-color powder and sprinkled it into the sky, and the gorgeous colored light scattered forward from his fingers, forming a cone-shaped area.

As nocturnal animals that live in the dark for a long time, intense glare is their mortal enemy, not to mention the blinding and deterrent effects of colorful jets.

The first few spiders were immediately irradiated by the colorful light, but their poor spell resistance made them completely irresistible. Not only were they blinded by the colorful spray, they were also stunned and unable to move.

Old John retreated to the back as soon as he got the blow. After all, he didn't have the flying spell like Imrik.

Seeing this situation, Carotel couldn't miss the opportunity, and led the guards to rush towards the spiders, and several spiders who were stunned in place were hacked to death one by one.

Imrik was flying in the air with an extremely wide field of vision. He recited the spell again and performed the same trick again, this time releasing the multicolored ball——Thunder Charge.

The whistling electric sound resounded in the white light sphere. This was the sonic element charge of the colorful sphere, which could inflict powerful sonic damage on the enemy and knock them into the air.

Imrik saw a spider being knocked into the air by Carlot, knocked down another spider by the way, and shouted: "Stay away, Carlotte!"

He smashed the sphere in his hand to the ground hard, making a squeeze shape with his palm.The thunderous colorful ball hit the two spiders in an instant, and a powerful sound wave spread out, shattering the well-developed hearing system of the nearby spiders, and knocking the two spiders into the distance, smashing them hard onto the big tree.

When Carlot was free, he went to help other guards who were under pressure.

Seeing that the remaining spiders were not to be feared, Imrik and Old John used frost rays from time to time to support the remaining guards.

After the last spider was frozen in place by Imrik and Old John, he was hacked to death by Carlot, and the battle came to an end.

Imrik flew down from the sky, and Old John ran over and patted Imrik on the shoulder, sighing: "Thank you tonight, Imrik, hey, I..."

Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue. He really couldn't understand Imrik. A spell of [-] gold coins was thrown out like no money. Imrik wasted at least [-] gold coins tonight.

On the other hand, he released frost rays beside him like a salted fish paddling.

But this is the operation of a normal low-level mage!Old John thought blankly.He was blinded by Imrik's inhumane physical ability, but he didn't know that for Imrik, all spells had no restrictions on casting materials.

Imrik also understood what Old John was thinking. He used to be an ordinary low-level mage, and he understood the pain points of low-level mages fighting.

After the battle was over, everyone continued to rest in place for the night, and the next morning, they regrouped and set off.

In the afternoon, everyone's caravan finally walked out of the Twilight Forest and arrived at Dragon Blade Fort.

After entering the city, Imrik said goodbye to Old John, and the two made an appointment to meet tomorrow to discuss real estate matters in detail.

Ashur and Ella decided to follow Old John to meet the boss of the chamber of commerce. Before leaving, they handed over the transcribed magic scroll to Imrik.

"Open a suite." Imrik, who was covered in black mage robes, walked into a tavern, took out a gold coin and threw it to the halfling bartender as soon as he entered.

The short halfling took the gold coin into his mouth and bit it, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Imrik.

"Ah, honorable master mage, we have three different suites here, namely the Mediterranean style, the lost city under the mountain, and the lovers' suite. Which one do you want?" the halfling said flatteringly to Imrik.

A mysterious mage is rare even in Dragonblade Castle, which is more developed than Bucks City, let alone in a place like a tavern where fish and dragons are mixed together.

Imrik smiled and said: "The Mediterranean style is fine, I like tropical climate. By the way, help me send a steak and fish to my house."

After speaking, Imrik sat down, took out a gold coin again, held it between his fingers and looked at the halfling and said, "Please introduce Dragonblade Castle to me. It's best to come up with news worth one gold coin, halfling."

The short bartender made an exaggerated expression and gesture, and said loudly: "Of course, my dear master mage, Holt is the most well-informed bartender in this city, and I guarantee that you will not be disappointed. Where do you want to start?"

Imrik thought for a while and asked, "Tell me first, the power distribution of this city, and if I want to buy some spell materials and spell supplies, where should I buy them?"

The halfling Holt heard this and said: "You are asking the right person. Dragonblade Fort is divided into the inner city and the outer city. Our place belongs to the outer city in the south. The biggest force in the outer city is the Thieves Union, while the inner city is where the city government and nobles gather.

As for spell materials and spell supplies, we don’t know what there are, but master mages like you will go to Utris’s witchcraft shop, maybe you can go there and have a look. "

Imrik nodded in satisfaction, and threw a gold coin into the halfling's hand.

He was about to get up and go back to the room, when a strong man next to him suddenly spilled wine on him, and when he looked back, it turned out that two drunks had quarreled.

He glanced at the drunkard in displeasure, but he didn't expect that drunkard to see him wearing a mage's robe and yell at him: "What are you looking at, you damn bastard, believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes."

The drunkard opposite him saw the pupils of Imrik's mage's robe tremble, and hurried to the side, gloating at the other party's reckless performance.

Imrik smiled and said, "I don't know if you will goug my eyes, but I do know that if you have eyes like yours, it's better not to have them, and even to offend a fool who can't see clearly, it's better to go blind."

The drunkard on the opposite side was furious when he heard this, and raised his fist to beat Imrik.Imrik's lips moved slightly, and he stretched out his palm like an eagle's claw to meet the eyes of the man opposite him.

A burst of gorgeous colored light shot out from Imrik's hands, and those around them covered their eyes and howled, and the alcoholic who was closest to him was directly stimulated by the light to burst into tears and blood.

One-ring spell - colorful spray

Looking at the alcoholic who was stunned and unable to move even though he was screaming in pain, Imrik put his hand on the top of his head and said, "Tremor electric shock!"

Ring 0 trick—shock and electric shock, a tiny electric current passed through Imrik's hand, and the trembling alcoholic fell to the ground uncontrollably, and a burst of feces came out of his pants.

Imrik gave him a disgusted look, then stepped over his body and walked into the room.

He couldn't wait to check the magic scroll that Assyria gave him. It was the greatest gift for such dregs that affected his mood not to kill him on the spot. However, as a mortal with no magic resistance, he would be blinded by the colorful spray at close range with a high probability.

(End of this chapter)