Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 164 The Sound of the Horn Sweeping the Continent
Imrik didn't talk nonsense, and pointed to the King of England: "Enslavement."

The king's huge body was suspended in the air, with a hideous expression on his face, as if possessed by a devil.Seeing this scene, the two guards in the room drew out their muskets in fright.

Just as they were about to take action, Imrik ordered the Shard of Magic Crystal to exert its dominant power again, and controlled the two guards.

"My lord, what are you doing?" Bishop Samuel stammered when he saw the scene in front of him, dripping with sweat.

He didn't know what Imrik's actions were for, offended the king of England, as a near-godlike existence, maybe Imrik was not afraid, but he would suffer infinitely in the British Empire and even the whole world Endless wanted.

Imrik didn't speak, and a few seconds later, the King of England fell from the air to the ground.After he regained his sanity, he knelt down his huge body to the ground with great effort when he saw Imrik, and said in a respectful and worshipful tone, "My lord."

Bishop Samir looked at everything in front of him in shock, and he probably guessed what Imreko was doing.

It is indeed a god-like power, and it is a terrifying power to modify people's will and mind at will.

Imrik nodded and said: "Samuel, from now on, the two of you will work together. Build a stronger force for me as soon as possible. I believe that with the help of the King of England, this will be for you It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Bishop Samuel looked at Imrik's probing eyes and swallowed. He knew that if he failed to succeed in this way, he might be completely abandoned by the other party.

He nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, my lord. I will definitely bring the whole world into the scope of your divine kingdom on earth."

Imrik nodded in satisfaction, and then he said to the King of England: "From now on, you will follow Samuel's arrangement. When I am away, Samuel will take full command in my place."

Then, his figure disappeared again.Launched a plane trip and returned to Faerun Continent.
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The next day, Imrik was preparing to leave for the Lord's Mansion to attend the Sword Coast Summit.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sudden shift in wind brings a strange sense of unease, akin to a drop in air pressure ahead of a deadly storm, or a faint tremor felt in a distant landslide or earthquake.

Imrik wasn't the only one who noticed, the city around him suddenly became eerily quiet, no dogs barking, no birds chirping, even the street vendors were silent.

A long horn sounded, and it crossed the High Plains, crossed the Spine of the World, and descended on the Sword Coast.

"What's the situation, Clinshinibon?" Imrik asked solemnly. He didn't believe that such a strange phenomenon was a coincidence. There must be some kind of area that was at least large enough to cover Waterdeep City, or a larger area. The supernatural phenomenon happened.

"I don't know for sure, but a phenomenon with such a large scope is probably not simple." Broken Demon Crystal said with some hesitation.

Imrik disappeared and appeared in the lord's mansion. At this time, the gallery outside was full of nobles participating in heated debates, and the guards were wearing the uniforms of various northern city-states.

They were all discussing the vision that happened just now, and most of them thought it was a warning, a demonstration of the Dragon Witch Cult.

Imrik passed through the crowd, led by the guards through the gallery, and entered the secret meeting room, which was filled with a large number of prominent figures from various places in the Northland at this moment. They had gloomy faces and argued loudly with each other.

"I will never allow you to destroy dragon eggs! Even colored dragons are part of the natural order!" A representative of Green Garden thumped the table loudly, blushing and roaring thickly.

A mage in robes retorted equally loudly. He was the ambassador of Silvermoon City, Thundermaster Tarn Hornblade.

"Draan Winterhunt! The threat of the Dragon Witch Cult and the chromatic dragons is far greater than you and I imagine! Don't bring your bullshit balance method here. If we return the dragon egg, what consequences will it cause to you, Verdant Garden?" bear!"

The representative of Emerald Green Garden choked up for a moment, he really couldn't bear the consequences of the colored dragon attacking the town.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the thunder warrior Tarn, and he continued to say to the other people present: "I think that dragon eggs are an important means for us to trade with colored dragons. attack, we can also negotiate with the chromatic dragon through blackmail."

"Even a colored dragon must pay attention to the existence of dragon eggs!"

At this time, Kelben walked to Imrik's side, and he said with interest: "Well, it's quite interesting to see these people quarreling."

Imrik chuckled. He knew that Kelben was just having fun in bitterness. As the overlord of the Northland and the ruler of Waterdeep City, he had to face the dilemma of satisfying all forces every day.

"You got a batch of dragon eggs from a colored dragon?" Imrik's eyes flashed a hint of calculation.

Kelben said helplessly: "That's right, those adventurers intercepted a batch of dragon eggs from the secret dragon breeding ground of the Dragon Witch Cult in Zhilv Town. .”

Imrik couldn't help feeling a little longing in his heart. A batch of dragon eggs of colorful dragons is priceless. I don't know if I have a chance to get them.
At the meeting, many forces did not reach an agreement on the dragon egg issue after all, so they could only temporarily put it aside and move on to the next topic.

Kelben returned to the main seat at this time, and said majesticly: "I think everyone heard the sound of the horn just now. This level of power must be at least the level of an artifact. We must face it seriously."

At this moment, a masked female lord of Waterdeep City stood up and said to everyone, "I think I know what that is."

"The Horn of Drake," the woman said word by word.

"The disturbance felt on the Sword Coast was the Horn of Drakhorn - an ancient device whose sound warned the dragons across Faerûn that something great was unfolding. The dragons could not tell the meaning of the message, but they could hear it clearly, The heart knows, and will eventually answer its call."

"Oh? How did you know?" Baldur's Gate Commander, Ould Ravengard asked curiously.

The woman choked for a moment, and finally said: "Sorry, I can't tell the source of the information."

Iron Hand Paladin Antal Frum said suspiciously: "If you didn't lie to us, why are you sneaking around and not telling us the source of the information for us to verify."

The face under the woman's mask was livid, but she still kept her mouth shut. She got the news from her husband, an ancient bronze dragon, and she didn't want to reveal her husband's identity.

(End of this chapter)