Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 15 The Current Situation of the Swordsinger and the Wood Elf Camp
Early the next morning, Imrik came to the witchcraft shop.

Seeing Imrik's arrival, Utris greeted him happily. Every visit of this mage who visited frequently recently made her feel happy.

Of course, this has absolutely nothing to do with the delicate face brought by Imrik's charm as high as 16.

"I want to buy a magic item with fireball." Imrik went straight to the point. He is a socially efficient person who never bothers to court others without purpose.

Utris lightly stroked her long fiery red hair, and said with a smile: "Look here, scepter, staff, magic wand, magic storage ring. The magic equipment in my store is the most complete in Dragonsword Fort."

Imrik gently picked up a short wand, Utris saw it and introduced it to him: "This is a fireball wand, it has ten charge charges, it will be destroyed when it is used up, and the price is 900 gold coins."

In Faerun Continent, among the common equipment that can cast spells, the magic wand is the cheapest.

The wand has huge limitations. First of all, it can only engrave spells of level 4 and below, which limits its market to middle and low-level mages.

Secondly, the magic wand cannot be recovered, and the crude manufacturing process makes it a one-time consumable like a scroll.

Of course, since the production cost of the same wand is lower than that of a ten-shot scroll, it is more affordable for those rich and low-level mages to buy a wand.

More advanced than the wand is the wand. There is no level limit on the wand, and any spell from ring one to nine can be engraved, and the same wand can be engraved with multiple spells.

Sophisticated craftsmanship allows the creator to infuse the wand with the original magical power of the magic net, and permanently solidify the spell model.

This makes the staff recover a certain amount of magic power every day like a mage, and use this magic power to release the spells in the staff.

Finally, for mages, the most advanced luxury is of course a gorgeous scepter.

The scepter is more in line with people's fantasy of magic weapons on earth. In addition to having the characteristics of a magic wand, the scepter can also maintain various spell effects, increase the spell power of the holder, and a series of auxiliary effects such as spell levels.

As for the magic storage ring, it is similar to the effect of the wand, but only one spell model can be carved, and due to the limited volume, the number of spells that can be released every day is far less than that of the wand.

However, compared to the latter three, the only thing Imrik can afford now is the wand. Therefore, he has no choice but to take the fireball wand into his pocket.

After handing over [-] gold coins to Utris, he asked Utris nonchalantly, "I've been looking for the spell of Lost Step recently. I wonder if you have any related spell scrolls or spell models here."

Utris frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I really don't have the spell scroll for this spell. As for the spell model, I believe you can tell that I'm a warlock, so I don't need to collect spell models at all.

How about this, I will pay attention to help you collect spell scrolls, or buy the spell model of this spell from other guests.

But you also know that the price of the latter is not stable, what is your budget? "

Imrik thought about the powerful effect of the Lost Step, gritted his teeth and said, "300 gold coins is the most. I believe you know that even in Candlekeep, it only costs 100 gold coins to copy a second-level spell model."

Candlekeep is the pearl of spells on the continent of Faerun. It is blessed by the God of Knowledge himself. It contains a large number of spell models. All travelers are welcome to copy them. Of course, this requires money.

It's a pity that Candlekeep is too far away from Imrik, and the gold coins needed to transcribe spells can be said to be a bottomless pit, so there is no need to go there for the time being.

Utris nodded, thinking about how to get a kickback without letting the handsome mage in front of her find out.

But Imrik didn't care, 300 gold coins was expensive to transcribe a second-level spell, but there was a qualitative gap in his improvement from the Lost Walk, and he was willing to pay for it.

Before leaving, Imrik bought some spell scroll materials and took them with him, planning to use the free time of the journey to continue copying the scrolls.

When the hired team set off, it was already close to noon, and the scorching sun radiated the earth.

If you set off in this kind of weather, you don't have to worry about encountering those monsters who are afraid of strong light during the day.

The configuration of the team consists of a fifth-level mage, a fourth-level mage, a third-level mage, and three fourth-level fighters.

It is worth mentioning that the only fifth-level mage in the team is a female half-elf with the profession of swordsinger, which is a spellcasting profession that only elves and half-elves can take up positions.

A swordsinger can be regarded as a kind of mage who cultivates both magic and martial arts. Every swordsinger is proficient in gorgeous elven swordsmanship, practicing combat spells day and night, and integrating spells and swordsmanship skills.

It can be said that it is a profession with very strong combat effectiveness, but also because the swordsinger is a profession dedicated to combat, most of the spell table focuses on damage spells, which is not as comprehensive as the mage.

"Let me introduce, this is the secretary of our chamber of commerce, Ms. Lost Silvermoon, a fifth-level swordsinger." Old John said to Imric.

Imrik nodded to Loste, smiled and said, "Hi, Ms. Silvermoon, I am Imrik Saul."

Lost also smiled back. The elves are a race that is fascinated by appearance, and they will respond kindly to a human with a delicate appearance like Imrik.

But again, if the charm attribute is too low and the appearance is too ugly, the elves will be hostile for no reason. It can be said that it is a race of the National Appearance Association.

When Loste's eyes shifted to the copper furnace brought by Imrik, his eyes became completely disgusted:

"By Corellon! What a twisted and hideous creature, ah! My body and mind are wounded!"

Lost's delicate elf face screamed as if seeing something invisible.

Tonglu touched the bull's horn inexplicably, not quite understanding what this little female half-elf was up to.

Imrik smiled and introduced the situation of the copper furnace to Loste. When he learned that the monster was Imrik's servant, although Loste was still feeling uncomfortable, he had no choice but to recognize it with his nose.

A group of people rode their horses towards the druid camp in the forest, while Tonglu ran behind and followed the crowd.

Since there was no entourage this time, the speed was greatly accelerated. At dusk, before it was completely dark, everyone had already reached the outskirts of the camp.

Strong physical fitness gave Tonglu super endurance, but even he was still out of breath after running all afternoon.

Imrik came over, took out a large piece of fresh meat, and ordered the copper furnace to be on guard outside the camp, and if there was any situation, he would be informed through the collar.

The druid camp is where the wood elves gather, and evil creatures like the copper furnace are not allowed to set foot there.

Therefore, Imrik had to leave the copper furnace outside the camp.

The whole camp is like a village, the difference is that the wood elves placed their houses on trees.

The simple huts made of grass, vines and wood are hung on the trees, and the wood elves are resting on them.

As soon as Imrik and his party entered the village, Ashur and Ella greeted them, and they greeted Imrik happily: "Hi! Imrik! You are finally here."

Although the three of them didn't meet many times, the wood elves are a race that values ​​kindness very much. The brother and sister are very grateful for Imrik's help.

Ella stepped forward and said, "The high priest is waiting for you, let him tell you the specific situation. Our current situation is very bad."

Imrik nodded. The central treehouse where the High Priest resided was atop the largest oak tree in the camp.

There is a huge oak tree in the center of the camp, at least 20 meters high, and everyone rides a simple sling platform woven of grass and rattan to the central tree house on the top of the tree.

Inside the house, a kind old man with wise eyes was waiting for everyone.

Lost stepped forward to perform an elf etiquette, and said to the old man: "Dear High Priest of the Green Forest, in order to relieve the difficulties of the Wood Elf allies, the Chamber of Commerce sent us here to help."

The High Priest of Lusen helped her up with a smile, and a long and vicissitudes of voice came out of his mouth: "My lord, Corellon, you came at the right time."

Imrik stepped forward and asked, "Your Excellency the High Priest, I don't know what's going on now, what do we need to do?"

After hearing this, the High Priest of Greenwood said sadly: "The reproduction of those evil bloody monsters in the Twilight Forest has violated the balance of nature.

There are too many of them, and the villagers in the camp face threats anytime and anywhere when they go out to search for food.

We have sacrificed too many people, and now all wood elves are forbidden to go out in the camp, except for professionals.

But our food is about to fail, and it is absolutely not in line with the wood elves' ideals to let these monsters act recklessly in the forest.

I need you to help us find the source of these monsters, their breeding lair, and help us destroy them. "

Imrik nodded heavily after hearing this, and said sincerely to the High Priest of Green Forest: "Please rest assured, Your Excellency, we will definitely help the wood elves out of the predicament and destroy the monsters."

The High Priest of Green Forest took a gratified look at the young human being in front of him. Such a delicate-looking and kind-hearted human being attracted great favor from the High Priest of Green Forest.

The High Priest of Green Forest said to him: "Thank you for your selfless dedication, young human beings, my wood elves have always been kind and grateful. Although we don't have much, as long as you help us solve this problem, we will do our best to meet whatever you need."

Imrik smiled inwardly. This is exactly the purpose of his show. There is nothing he can see in this wood elf camp. The only purpose of his coming here is for the divine arts mastered by the High Priest of Green Forest.

Lost discussed some details about the habits of spiders with the high priest. Finally, when it was getting late, the high priest of Green Forest waved his hand and said:
"It's getting late, everyone, rest here, it's too dangerous to go out at night, I've prepared food and beds for you."

Everyone in the mercenary team got off the big oak tree and returned to their respective rooms to rest.Imrik also put down the work of transcribing the scrolls to recharge his batteries for tomorrow's exploration work.

(End of this chapter)