Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 121

In the distance to the south, on a road between the towering peaks of the Spine of the World, Akar Kessell relaxed in the leisurely life provided by [Magic Crystal Shard]--Clinshinibon.

He found a tribe of goblins around the magic crystal tower, and used the powerful magic power of the magic crystal to firmly control them. Recently, this group of goblins captured a girl from the caravan for him to play with, but now there are other Something caught his attention.Smoke rose in the sky in the direction of Ten Towns.

"The Savage" Kessell guessed.He had heard rumors of a union of the tribes when he was in the Eastern Exiles with the wizards of Luskan.But it's none of his business, why should it be his business?He now has everything he wants in this magic crystal tower, and he doesn't want to go anywhere else.

In his own will, there is no other desire.

Crenshinibon is an artifact that comes to life through its own magic.And part of its life is conquest and control.The Crystal Shard isn't content to stay on an isolated mountain, where the only servants are lowly goblins.It wants more, it wants power.

When Kessell saw the Pillar of Smoke, his subconscious memory of Ten-Towns aroused the desire for the Crystal Shard, so it hinted at Kessell with its power.

A sudden sight captured Kessell's deepest need.He saw himself sitting on Bryn Shander's throne, possessed of immeasurable wealth, revered by his entire dynasty.

He imagined how the mages in Luskan's mage tower would react when they heard that Akar Kessell had become the ruler of Ten Towns and Icewind Dale?Especially Eldruk and Dandiba.Will they present him with a robe representing the ruler of the [Arcane Brotherhood]?

Although Kessell was perfectly content with his current life of leisure, the idea appealed to him.He is immersed in fantasy, looking for ways to achieve his ambitions.

He ruled out ruling the fisherman the way he ruled the goblin tribe, because even the dumbest goblins had resisted his mighty willpower for a while.When the goblins leave the power range of the tower, they regain the ability to determine their own actions and flee to the mountains.No, this simple law of governance cannot possibly be effective for human beings.

Kessell considered whether to use the powerful power he felt in the crystal tower, which was more destructive than anything he had ever heard, even Luskan's mage tower.

This can be helpful, but it's not enough.Even the power of the broken magic crystal is limited, and it is necessary to absorb new power in the sun to replenish the consumed energy.Besides, the people in Ten Towns were too many and too scattered to be controlled by a single force, and Kessell didn't want to destroy all of them.Goblins are all well and good, but a wizard wants real people to bow down before him, like the ones who've been tormenting him throughout his life.

In his life before he got the Crystal Shard.

Finally, his thinking reached an inevitable conclusion.He needs an army.

He thought of the goblins he was manipulating now, who would blindly grant their every wish, and even gladly die for themselves, but there were not enough of them to occupy the vast three lake districts.

At this time, the broken magic crystal quietly gave the wizard an evil idea again. "In this vast and rugged mountainous area." Kessell called out loudly.

"How many caves and caverns? How many goblins, ogres, even trolls and giants live here?" A sinister vision began to take shape in his mind.He saw himself at the head of an army of goblins and giants, sweeping across the plain, no one could stop, no one could resist.

Everything in the Ten-Towns of Icewind Dale will tremble because of him! ——
In the ridge of the dark world, when Kessell was brewing his own plot (at least he thought it was his plot), Imrik was also preparing to bid farewell to Drizzt and others and leave Icewind Dale.

"Take care, my friend, I will always remember your life-saving grace." Drizzt stood at the door of the tavern where he met Imric, and said solemnly.

The dwarf Bruno also stretched out his big stubby hand, patted the mage on the back and said, "May Moradin protect you, my friend." Imrik's behavior for Drizzt completely won the old-fashioned dwarf's favor. Good impression, he is a slow person, but if he recognizes you as a friend, he will definitely go through life and death for you.

Imrik lifted his hood, exposing his silver hair similar to Drizzt to the sun, he smiled and looked at Drizzt and said: "Always remember, don't hide yourself from me, Drizzt .”

Drizzt looked at the mage in front of him movedly, he knew what the other party meant, no matter how many people were discriminated against and feared because of his appearance, he would always know that the dark elf named "Dizzy" was as sincere as a diamond Shiny inside. ;
Imrik waved to the two of them and disappeared into the portal that opened behind him.
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When we returned to [Twilight Star], all the corpses sent to the hall were moved to the square by the crystal shards—glutinous rice balls. This is the nickname that Imric thought of when he proposed to name it, and told it This is a soft and sweet delicacy from Karatu. The crystal shard monster, which has been hard since it was conscious, is very fond of this name that represents softness. It hopes that the crystals on its body will become soft one day. .

Imrik came to the square and sorted out the classification of the corpses. Nearly 1000 corpses were torn apart by the power of magic. These corpses will be used as the source of materials for his future research on compound undead creatures. As for the remaining complete corpses, It was the foundation upon which he built his undead army.

"Let's see what spells are worth copying."

Imrik decided to go to the library of the college to copy some spells. Now that his property has returned to 25 gold coins, he plans to copy some advanced spells to prepare for the next journey.

During this battle, Imrik felt that his own strength was still insufficient. With unlimited spell slots, even if he bullied thousands of barbarians without magic power, it took so much effort. If there was no [Sandstorm ]'s help, I'm afraid it will take ten times more effort.

He wants to find some strengths that can strengthen himself, especially those that can help the [life] subject he studies.

For this conjecture, he plans to use [Plane Travel] to realize it. It is true that the location of this spell cannot be determined, but as long as the prerequisites are imposed, his safety can still be guaranteed. Most importantly, with the [Navigation Technique] Help him, he can come back at any time, and even if he finds a world that is safe enough, he can set up navigation skills there and develop it into his own logistics world.

Of course, before that, he had to go to the library to enrich his "Arsenal bullet types".

(End of this chapter)