Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 151 The Way to Destroy the Magic Crystal Tower
"Hello, Lord of Chaos." Drizzt introduced himself to Balor.

"You're far from home, drow," said Errtu, with obvious suspicion of the drow who had appeared on the surface.

"You too, the great demon of the Abyss Demon Realm," Drizzt trembled in his heart, but he managed his expression well and replied coldly. "If I'm not mistaken, you and I came to such a high place for the same purpose!"

"I know why I'm here," Errtu replied. "But things involving dark elves are always beyond my understanding, and I don't want to care about them!"

Drizzt touched his thin cheeks, then smiled with feigned confidence.His stomach seemed to be knotted, and he felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat again.

He laughed softly again, struggling against his fear.If the demon sensed his uneasiness, his words could no longer be trusted.

"Ah, but this time, for the first time in many years, our paths cross, mighty Destroyer. My people are curious, or entitled to know, about the mage you now obey .”

Errtu stretched his shoulders, and his blood-red eyes began to flicker dangerously. "Obey?" it repeated, seemingly in disbelief, and then even the voice began to tremble, as if it were being forced to explode with uncontrollable rage.

Drizzt quickly revised his view. "Great guardian of the will of chaos, of course you are only working with Akar Kessell, but in the eyes of outsiders, that wizard always has some power over you."

"I obey no human!" Errtu yelled, stomping the floor so hard that the entire cavern's foundations shook.

Drizzt wondered if a battle he couldn't win was about to begin, and he considered calling his astral leopard, Guanhaivar, out so they could at least give the demon a break.

But the demon suddenly calmed down again.Errtu believed he had guessed a reason for the dark elf's unexpected appearance, and turned to look carefully at Drizzt. "Obey the wizard?" it smiled.

"Acar Kessell is nothing, even by human standards! But you know, elf, don't dare to deny it. You are here for Crenshinibon, as much as I am."

The bewildered look on Drizzt's face was so frank that Errtu nearly lost his balance.The demon believed it had guessed correctly, but he didn't understand why the dark elf couldn't understand the name.

"Crinshinibon," it explained, stretching its claws southward. "An ancient fortress of incredible power."

Drizzt looked puzzled at this moment, he didn't know that the Crystal Shard's real name was Clinshinibon.

"You mean the tower?" Drizzt asked.

Errtu's suspicion turned to outbursts of anger. "Don't play tricks with me!" the demon yelled. "The leaders of the dark elves are very aware of Akar Kessell's magical treasure, otherwise they would not have sent people to the surface to find it!"

"Very well, you hit the mark," Drizzt admitted. "But I must confirm that the tower on the plain is the ancient artifact I'm looking for. My master is cruel to unwary spies."

Errtu smiled sinisterly as he thought of the dreaded torture chambers of Menzoberranzan, and his days among the dark elves had been amusing indeed!
Drizzt quickly turned the conversation in a direction that could exploit Kessell's or Tower's weakness. "There's one thing I can't figure out, mighty demon!" he began, carefully continuing his string of supreme compliments.

"How does that mage hold Crenshinibon's allegiance?"

"Not at all," Errtu said.

"Mage? Fuck him! Even by the standards of your people, he is only a magic apprentice. Even when he says the simplest spell, his tongue still twitches uncomfortably! But fate always plays Some tricks, to satisfy its evil taste, let Akar Kessell have his short-lived pride. Human beings don't live long!" Errtu looked disdainful.

Tritter knew that his question might be pushed to the edge of danger, but he decided to take the risk anyway.Even if the great demon is ten feet away.

"My masters are still worried that the tower will be damaged in the battle with the humans." He bluffed.

Errtu took a moment to think about Drizzt's words.The appearance of the dark elves complicated the demon's simple plan to inherit Crenshinibon from Kessell.

If the mighty elven chieftains of the great cities of Menzoberranzan had plans for the Crystal Shard, the demons knew they would get it.Even if Kessell was backed by the power of the Crystal Shard, it would be impossible to resist.

At least in front of those legendary spellcasters, the power of the magic crystal shard is still too weak, because its owner is a useless waste!
"Tell me, brave Balor." Drizzt continued to press. "Is Clinshinibon in danger?"

Errtu snorted and said with a sneer: "Just the tower projected by Clinshinibon is already indestructible. Its mirror-like wall will absorb all the attack power and bounce back to the attacker!"
Only the beating crystal source of power - the heart of the magic crystal tower can be destroyed.But that thing is stashed away in a safe place. "

"In the tower?"

"of course."

"But if someone gets into the tower," Drizzt reasoned, "what protection does that heart have?"

"That's mission impossible," replied the demon. "Unless there are some spirits who obey the orders of those simple-minded fishermen in Ten Towns at any time. Or powerful priests or mages who use spells. Your master must know that the door of the Magic Crystal Tower is invisible. For those in the same world as the tower It is also undetectable to any living being. In this material plane, including your species, there is no way to find it,"

"But..." Drizzt urged anxiously.

Errtu interrupted him. "Even if someone accidentally falls in," he growled, impatient with the endless assumptions.

"He has to pass me first. And Kessell's power in the tower is really great, because the wizard has become an extension of Crenshinibon himself, he is the living outlet of the crystal shard's unfathomable power !The heart is located at the center point of Kessell's interaction with the tower in the past, from the top of the tower..."

The demon paused because it suddenly became suspicious of what Drizzt was asking.If the well-informed chiefs of the dark elves were interested in Crenshinibon, how could they be ignorant of its strengths and weaknesses?
Drizzt's heart was pounding, he got important news, the most important thing now was to destroy that tower, or pass the news to Imrik, he must have a way.

But the demon in front of him was already suspicious, and he tried to search for anything different from ordinary people on this dark elf with the utmost vigilance.

It noticed that everything about Drizzt, not even the weapon sheathed behind his buttocks, radiated the magical qualities of the underworld.

Perhaps the master of the elves purposely equipped the spies with items suitable for the surface world, Errtu reasoned.Judging from the habits of the dark elves it had learned during the years it served in Menzoberranzan, this dark elf's attire was not outrageous.

But soon, its piercing gaze was fixed on the silver chain hanging around Drizzt's neck. Errtu pointed at the necklace, said a word of command, and lifted his outstretched finger up.

Drizzt felt the token tense as it slid up his leather vest.It went over the collar and dropped down to the bottom of the chain, where it hung openly across the chest.

Errtu smiled wickedly as he squinted. "What an unusual choice for a dark elf," it said sarcastically. "I thought it was a symbol of your Queen Rose. She might be upset!"

At first, Drizzt's heart raced like he'd just run a hundred streets, trying to find the most plausible lie to get him out of trouble.Yet then he shook his head resolutely, dismissing the lies.He cannot insult his god.

Hanging on Drizzt's chest was the head of a white unicorn, the symbol of Merikki, goddess of forests and rangers.

"Who the hell are you, Dark Elf?" Errtu demanded.The demon took out the giant sword wrapped in thunder and flames from his waist. It had decided to kill Drizzt. This strange dark elf who believed in a good god knew too many things he shouldn't know.

"I am Drizzt Do'Urden, it is true," Drizzt replied calmly.

When Drizzt accepted the idea that, hopeless or not, he must fight the demons, all his fears were swept away.

Now he began to prepare for this conflict with the calmness of a veteran, ready to seize any advantage that might come from breaking his own principles.

"I am the ranger who learned from the hero Gwaeron Stormwind who devoutly served the goddess Melikai, and I am the one who will expel you from the main material plane today." He bowed like a formal self-introduction.

Drizzt drew out his two knives and looked calmly at the fiery demon in front of him. He knew that this was a life-and-death battle.

"You don't seem to be getting what's going on, Elf," said Errtu sarcastically.

"You have abandoned the terrible divine and arcane arts of your people, and now you dare to claim that you can defeat me with two scimitars!"

The rocks around Errtu burst into flames. "I could kill you mercifully, cleanly, out of respect for your race. But now your pride has pissed me off, and I'm going to torture you until you beg me to die! Come on , taste the sting of my flames!"

The scimitar in Drizzt's hand was icy cold. This was the power that Imrik enchanted him. The mage strengthened his scimitar for half an hour. The only thing he can rely on now is This pair of magic scimitars, and the martial arts that I have practiced for many years.

(End of this chapter)