Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 112 The Opportunity to Build an Undead Army

Inside a tavern in Icewind Dale.

Imrik sat in front of the wooden bar and ordered a glass of goat cherry wine, a specialty of Ten Towns. In this frozen world, cherries are a relatively luxurious crop. [Bryn Shander]'s big man They, because their leader, Casios, once tasted this delicious fruit when he was traveling around the country, so he hired druids to use magic to plant this kind of cherry that can survive in Icewind Dale, because every cherries Both twins are named for their goat-like butt-like appearance.

He raised his glass and took a sip, the sour taste hit his forehead. The taste of these northern barbarians is really unbearable.

Imrik put down his wine glass complainingly, the eating habits formed by being pampered in the Sword Coast region are simply out of place here.

“It was like that when I first drank it, but when you get used to it, the evocative special flavor of goat cherry is something you can’t help but miss every time you leave this beautiful ice country.”

Imrik looked back, and a person who was covered under a cloak sat aside, looked at Imrik's disgusted expression and said with a chuckle.

His thin figure was hidden in the soft armor under the loose cloak, and a black silk veil covered his entire face, but even so, the keen Imrik still observed the corners of his eyes. Dark skin and long silver hair protruding from under the hood.

Noticing Imrik's visiting eyes, Drizzt became unnatural. Originally, he saw the familiar face of this expressionless young mage after tasting the goat cherry wine, which made him quite friendly, but Realizing that the other party might have discovered his identity, Drizzt became vigilant.

In his soft and kind heart, he wanted to pretend to be nonchalant and focus on the wine glass in front of him, but he was also afraid that after discovering his identity, the mage at the side would spread it out in disgust in the public, causing the peaceful tavern crowd to use hatred With defensive eyes, he cursed and kicked himself out the door.

"Oh, please don't let me get used to this rough taste. Food is one of the great pleasures in life for me, and I don't want to lose it."

Drizzt looked at the black-robed mage in front of him unexpectedly. Imrik's smiling expression and kind attitude made him extremely surprised. As a powerful warrior and ranger, his keen intuition made him sure that the other party must have found out own identity.

Imrik has indeed discovered the fact that the mysterious man in front of him is a dark elf, but what does this have to do with him? As a magical mage with psychic powers, Drizzt's kind and gentle inner essence has long been in front of him See everything at a glance.

"Please don't be surprised, I've seen githyanki in my life who haven't seen the Lich Queen and thus have no respect for the queen they all rightly own from body to heart, a peace-loving um, drow, I'm not surprised."

Imrik smiled and explained the confusion of the dark elves in front of him. After speaking, he deliberately lowered his voice to prevent the stupid and stubborn fishermen next to him from hearing those four sensitive words.

Drizzt glanced at the mage gratefully. As an alien among the drow, he has always longed to integrate into the life of the surface residents, away from the conspiracy and cruelty of his kindred, but like Imrik, when he saw It was the first time for him to be so tolerant.

It is people like this that give me more courage to protect them.

Drizzt whispered in his heart, and he said to Imric: "I didn't want to cause a commotion, so I hid myself under this cloak, please forgive me."

He patted his black hood, and said in a brisk tone: "Mr. Mage, it would be great if everyone could be like you."

In Drizzt's memory, he had always been resistant to magic, and during his miserable childhood, those cruel drow kin loved nothing more than studying magic and using it for their own terrible purposes.

Then, thinking of the imminent disaster here, he couldn't help but hesitate and said, "If, I mean, if, if you have nothing else to do here, I suggest you leave Ten Towns as soon as possible, no, stay away from Icewind Dale."

He didn't know if his companion, Regis, had achieved any results during the meeting. If Ten Towns' joint commitment had not been obtained, the unstoppable barbarian army might cause a huge disaster here.He hoped that the kind mage in front of him could stay away from here before this vortex came.

Imrik's eyes moved, and [Read Thoughts] made him aware of the news that the barbarians were about to attack here, but he was not panicked about it. It was just a group of grandsons with few spellcasting professions. For him today, the number No amount of them could pose a threat. Of course, unless there were high-level assassins desperately assassinating them, but then again, with a group of barbarian troops, he didn't think there would be assassins in that group of idiots.

On the contrary, with such a large number of troops and the famous excuse of a division, maybe he can use this defense battle to collect enough corpses to create his own undead army?

Since studying in Inkanistayum, with the provision of one corpse per week, Imrik has more than enough research, but he has no chance to create a large number of undead creatures. In this sacred world, you can use money to follow Relatives of other people make deals and buy corpses for experiments, but if you dare to go to cemeteries in various cities to steal a large number of corpses, the paladin will knock on your door the next day.

There is only one exception, and that is on the battlefield. Even the most benevolent god must admit that war is a chaotic existence that cannot be defined by good and evil. Any behavior on the battlefield, as long as it does not involve blasphemy, is within the allowed range of.

So Imrik looked left and right, and said in a low voice with a dignified expression: "Are you referring to the barbarian army? I also know about it. I came here to help the people of Ten Towns resist this Cruel aggression!"

Drizzt glanced at the mage unexpectedly, he didn't expect that there would be someone besides himself trying to use his power to help the people here escape this disaster.

He said excitedly: "Really, Mr. Mage, my companion and I are also working hard on this. In fact, one of my companions is trying to persuade all the leaders of Ten Towns to pay attention to this matter and unite against it. An army of barbarians."

Because Drizzt was too surprised, the volume of his voice became louder unconsciously, and the fisherman next to him looked back inexplicably at the two strange strangers hiding under the cloak and cloak.

He realized that he had attracted other people's attention, put away his voice, and continued in a low voice: "I don't know how much you know, Mr. Mage, the army of the barbarians this time is very large. If there is no unity of all the people in Ten Towns, I'm afraid it's impossible to fight at all, I hope you can be mentally prepared."

At this time, Drizzt very much hoped for an extra force to help resist the army, but he was also unwilling to let the mage in front of him misjudge the battlefield situation and lead to overthinking his own life.

Imrik smiled and stretched out a hand and said: "Don't worry, I'm ready, since you already have a plan, let me contribute too, you can call me Imrik .Good drow."

Drizzt solemnly extended a hand, held the hand extended by the mage in front of him, and said firmly: "Drizzt, my name is Drizzt Do'Urden. You are welcome to join, Imrik. "

(End of this chapter)