Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 276 Angry Ben

"Cyric, look around you."

A familiar male voice reached Cyric's ears. His hand holding the dagger lost strength, and a huge light behind him caught his attention.

He turned around and saw a silver figure looking at him with his hand outstretched. He felt inexplicably familiar.

"Why don't you take action, kid? Don't forget the freedom you want. Kill him and you will be free. Isn't this what you have always wanted?" Marek said with a smile.

The silver figure did not speak anymore, but stretched out his hand and waited quietly for Cyric. He held the dagger and stood hesitantly, not knowing what to do.

Imric was using his spiritual power to invade Cyric's mind at this time. He sensed Cyric's hesitation, but he couldn't interfere too much. That would cause Cyric to fall into hallucinations forever, and he would never be able to do so again. Can't wake up.

"Kelenvor, midnight is still waiting for you." Imrik said softly.

In the illusion, Cyric only felt a breeze blowing, and he seemed to remember something. He seemed to have grown up, left Marek, found the freedom he wanted, and got to know the cold-faced and warm-hearted warrior.

"Kelenvor Midnight Yes, we are here to save people, along with Caitlin!"

Cyric finally remembered the purpose of his coming here. Marek sighed softly and looked at Cyric with disappointment, but he firmly dropped the dagger in his hand.

The illusion disappeared, Cyric stepped back and saw Kelemvor lying on the ground, blood flowing from the big hole in his stomach, and the warrior's face turned pale.

The alley dimmed and faded away.But the body of the woman Quexa had killed, the woman Cyric would have killed if he had the chance, lay face down in the dirt, blood spreading from beneath her body.Cyric stared at her until she too disappeared from sight.

"What is he looking at?" Kelemvor asked weakly in a low voice. "There is nothing there."

Imric shook his head. He couldn't figure out what Cyric experienced in the illusion.

"Let me heal the wounds of you and Midnight first." Imrik said softly, and a warm magical light emerged from his hands, healing the wounds of Kelanvor and Midnight.

Cyric had come back to his senses at this time, looking at Kelanvor who was being treated by Imric, and felt a trace of guilt in his heart: "I seem to have fallen into a hallucination, I'm sorry, Kelanvor, I thought you were other people."

Kelanwo scratched his head and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Hey, I don't want to be the person you admitted to wrong. The hatred between you is too deep."

She also woke up in the middle of the night. She looked around confusedly, and when she saw Imrik, she exclaimed: "Is that you?"

Kelanwo asked curiously: "Do you know each other?"

Midnight nodded and said: "Of course, Imric is a very powerful mage and once helped me retrieve the goddess's token."

She grabbed the necklace on her chest. Imric squinted and took a look. The necklace was the same as the one on her chest. There was no power fluctuation, but it was obvious that according to Mystra, it contained the legacy of her body. of great power.

Kelanvor looked at Imric gratefully and said: "Thank you, Imric, if it weren't for you, we might all die here."

Cyric asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What happened? Can anyone tell me why we were ambushed as soon as we entered here."

"It's Bane," Imric said. "Bane's power has dragged you into a spiritual trial."

"Bane!" the three people exclaimed. They were extremely disgusted with the name of the Dark Lord. In fact, most mortals on the continent felt fear the first time they heard Bane.

"You still have a journey to go," Imric looked towards the darkness in the distance. He knew that in the shadows, Mystra, the goddess of magic, was still imprisoned.

"Catelyn is gone," Kelemvor said.

"Let me see where she is." Midnight began to move, reciting the pathfinding spell. Imric frowned on the side. Did she also have the blessing of normal spell casting?
But what he didn't know was that at this time, Midnight was secretly praying that the spell wouldn't go wrong.

When Midnight finished reciting the spell, a tiny spark burst out from the pendant on her chest; and when Midnight's spell released a magical vortex that could surround the entire courtyard, it flashed a dazzling blue-white light.

"boom!!!"
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Deep inside the Tomb Castle.

Bane fell backwards, screaming, and the Scrying Pool exploded, its water turning into boiling blood.All around Bane's castle, all the spells Bane had used to transform the ruins into his own realm were shattered by midnight's spell.

Bane's new temple, his new Shura field, is crumbling, and the portals he opened are closing.The corridors and rooms that had been replicated from Bane's home in God's Realm were so elaborate that they now lost their tenuous connection to reality and burned to the ground.

In an instant, all that was left was the ruins of a mortal castle.

"No! Damn ants!"

He eventually turns around and summons Haksha, who can also gather the power to kill Mystra's rescuers.But the Lord of Darkness was surprised to find that the magical chains that locked the goddess were empty.

Mystra escapes.
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Midnight's group of people looked disgraced at this time, looking at everything in front of them with their mouths wide open. "So, this is the pathfinding spell you cast?" Kelanwo stammered.

"Well, maybe something went wrong." Midnight analyzed with a frown.

"No," Imric said, "it was you who caused this explosion - or your magic. Judging from what has happened, it was Bane who cast a powerful illusion. Your spell was not There was a conflict that caused some sort of backlash that seemed to stop the guy who was casting the spell."

Imric glanced at the necklace on Midnight's chest indifferently. The moment Midnight cast the spell, he felt a huge power coming from the necklace. It was obvious that Mystra, who was trapped in the depths, did not give up resistance. .

He breathed a sigh of relief at the realization, which would make their rescue operation much easier.

"I think we should find him. The guy who calls himself Bane." Kellanvor looked around. "He must be the one who captured Caitlin's mistress."

Cyric also said: "Yes, I don't believe he is really Bane, he is just a madman who wants to become a god."

Imrik chuckled, was it the power of fate? He had told them in advance that the end of darkness was the Lord of Darkness, but they were able to deceive themselves, claiming that he was just a lunatic who wanted to become a god.

Imrik looked at the sky, and he decided not to interfere anymore. The power of fate was obviously not something he could stop. If he changed too much, maybe that person would end up personally.

Kelanvor just shook his head, walked to the entrance of the courtyard, and looked out into the corridor.There seemed to be no sign of activity there, no different from when Cyric first inspected the castle. The explosion caused by the midnight messed up the center of the castle, but it did not completely destroy the Tomb Castle.

"We should find Caitlin and her mistress and escape as soon as possible." Cyric said when he returned to the courtyard.Kelanvor nodded in agreement, and the adventurers quickly met in the corridor.

They looked back at Imrik and asked: "Well, are you willing to join us? I mean, if you complete this task, you can share the reward."

Cyric asked with some anxiety. He didn't know why this powerful mage was still staying there. Maybe he also wanted to complete this task?

Imrik smiled and nodded: "I'm not interested in the bounty, but I am willing to help you complete this task."

"What now?" Kelemvor said, "search the castle again, floor by floor?"

Midnight turned around, then froze in place.

"I don't think it's necessary to go to all this trouble," Cyric said. "Look!"

Kelanwo turned around and saw a terrifying blood-red mass rushing straight from the corridor - Haksha.Through the thick mist that formed the creature's form, Kelemvor could see hundreds of hands clawing at the air with their fingers stretched out.The empty yellow eyes broke through the fog and eagerly looked at the prey in front of them.

Suddenly, a strong wind from Midnight's fingertips blew through the corridor.The wind passed straight through the monster's body, slightly hindering its steps.Then the wind stopped, as abruptly as it had appeared.

Haksha began to move forward slowly. It felt a strange power on the midnight pendant, which attracted its attention.It recalled the wonderful feeling of absorbing the power of the goddess of magic, and greed took over the monster's mind.

"This seems to be a headache." Imrik frowned and stopped Midnight's spellcasting. "Not only is it immune to magic, it can also absorb your magic. Kelemvor, kill him with your sword."

Imric had seen records about this monster in a travel book from another dimension. It was the most annoying creature for mages. It was not only immune to all spells, but could also absorb the power of spells.

Fortunately, Haksha's melee strength is extremely weak, and the only way to deal with them is to summon melee monsters to completely chop them into pieces.

Kelemvor slumped his shoulders. "I've had enough for this day," he said, drawing his sword with his hand.His movements were not graceful, but he hoped the gesture would be enough to scare off the giant creature.

The monster roared, causing the heroes to feel a sting that penetrated into their brains.It opened its mouth wide, and as it got closer, its mouth seemed to open wider and wider.

"Death, monster!!" Kelanwo's skin turned darker, and he rushed forward with a long sword in his hand.

Haksha's mind recorded hundreds of images of humans approaching it with weapons in hand, and the beast was full of weird curiosity.Its five jaws moved over the human and clamped down on it, surprised to find that it was unable to draw any nourishment from it.

A Muggle without magic!Haksha realized with disgust.

The human began to laugh as pain shot through the monster, and with a sharp swing of his sword, Haksha closed his six eyes forever.

Haksha's roar echoed throughout the Castle of Tombs, as the Dark Lord knelt in the still waters of the ruined Questing Pool.He was looking for the monster he had summoned and allowed to search the castle for Mystra.

A small stone struck the puddle in front of Ben, causing the god to look up.

A young girl he had never seen before stood in the doorway, smiling broadly and holding a stone from the crumbling wall beside her.

"It's quite unpleasant, isn't it, to see your own power being used against you?" she said easily, her voice surprisingly familiar.

"Mystra!" Bane yelled, charging towards the goddess' mortal body.Mystra threw the stone in her hand at the Lord of Darkness, her voice rose, and she began to cast spells.The stone began to change mid-flight, turning into a missile burning with blue-white flames, piercing Bane's body and causing him to fall to the ground of the dungeon again.

(End of this chapter)