Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 319 A city full of ghosts

Imrik's mind was dizzy, and he tried to find the lost truth in the fog in his mind.

"Baal is dead. Exploded"

Imric shook his head and remembered everything that had happened. The disasters caused by the death of gods were all kinds of strange. When Baal died, the God of Murder caused a bloody spiritual storm that swept hundreds of miles. The powerful spiritual power tore apart The earth and the magic network were torn apart, impacting everyone's brains. They fell into a coma, and were then teleported away by the time and space turbulence caused by the torn magic network.

There was a thin man lying at the mage's feet, it was Cyric. The dagger he held tightly in his hand was emitting a strange blood-red light.

"Yes. Come here human, I will give you everything."

An inexplicable female voice came into Imric's mind, and the light of the dagger became stronger and stronger. She wanted to attract the mage to her and devour his flesh and blood.

Imrik frowned, stretched out his finger under the loose mage robe and summoned a bolt of lightning to the position of the dagger. The hot and thick electric current struck the dagger instantly, and a scream sounded in the mage's mind, and then became quiet. Come down.

"A weapon that kills gods?" the mage looked at the scarlet dagger thoughtfully. It was this dagger that killed Baal and split the soul of the god of murder. This proved that this dagger was a very powerful artifact. , possessing at least part of the soul of a great being as the energy to drive the dagger.

The summoned lightning followed the dagger and touched the unconscious thief. Cyric woke up with a groan of pain. He looked around in confusion, and then covered his head in pain.

Cyric felt as if his brain had been stirred countless times by a hot iron rod, causing swelling, dizziness, pain, and dizziness.Suddenly, a cool feeling came over him, and the thief felt that his severely damaged brain was relieved. The comfortable feeling gave his brain a chance to breathe.

He opened his eyes in confusion and found the silver-haired mage standing in front of him, with a warm white light shining in his hands and a deep blue light in his eyes.

"Thank you." Cyric took a breath and said.

Imrik shook his head, and the white light in his hand faded: "The mental storm when the God of Murder died caused a serious blow to your sanity. I can't treat it. You feel better now, just because I used my psychic powers to treat you." Your pain is temporarily blocked, you need time to cultivate."

Hearing this, the thief struggled to stand up and said, "Time? I don't have time to recuperate. I want to find Midnight. Do you know where she is?"

The mage shook his head, and Cyric had no hope. He simply glanced at the starry sky in the dark night and judged his approximate location.

Fortunately, it's not far from Waterdeep.The thief was glad in his heart, and then he hesitated and asked the mage: "I'm going to Waterdeep City, do you want to come with me?"

When the question was asked, Cyric felt angry for his cowardice. No, he had already decided to become a solitary beast for the sake of freedom.

Then, he limped towards Waterdeep City without hesitation, completely ignoring the mage's reply.

Imric twitched his eyes. Before he could say his rejection, the other party had already left. Could it be that Cyric had the mind-reading ability that could penetrate his psychic immunity?
After Cyric disappeared from sight, the mage raised his hand and activated [Plane Travel] and disappeared.

If there are supernatural powers available, who would use them?
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I woke up from a deep sleep at midnight, my body was sore and stiff.In the dream, she had been in a warm hotel, lying on a dry bed, so when she opened her eyes and saw everything in front of her, she couldn't help but be a little confused.The dark environment made it impossible to see her fingers. She lay face down on the cold sand, half of her body in the water and half on the shore.Behind her, a waterfall crashed into the lake below.

The female mage covered her head in severe pain and remembered everything that had happened.

"Kelenvor!" Midnight shouted, standing up.Her voice echoed off the unseen walls of the cave, almost lost in the roar of the waterfall.

"Kelenvor, where are you?"

Again, the only response was her echo.

A bad premonition arises spontaneously. Did Kelanwo die in the disaster?

"Kelenvor," her voice became desperate, "answer me!"

No one answered.

Midnight pulled out the dagger, summoned and released a [Light Technique].The dagger emitted a dazzling white light and suddenly became so hot that it almost burned the mage's fingers.Midnight had to put it down and put her hand into the cool water of the lake, annoyed that her spell had gone awry.

However, the dagger still had enough light, allowing Midnight to see clearly that she was next to a dark pond.Twenty feet away, a waterfall poured into the cave through a hole in the ceiling, churning the surface of the pond into a dark mass of foam.

The mage began to consider her situation. First of all, even if she couldn't use her legs to get out of the cave, she was not really trapped. If the situation became desperate, she could use her magic to escape.Although there is a certain risk in this, if there is no other choice, Midnight will not hesitate to try his luck.

But it was so dark that she had no choice but to trust in her magic again.Midnight unsheathed the dagger from her belt and cast the spell that summoned the light.The overly bright light burst out immediately, hurting Midnight's eyes, leaving her at a loss as countless white dots swam in front of her eyes.

The magic failed again.

Midnight had no choice but to fumble her way forward in the dark, and she began to pace down the creek.The mage kept calling Kelemvor's name and moved in the direction where the echo took the longest. In the complete darkness, the distance and time were difficult to estimate, but Midnight soon realized the hugeness of this cave.

The creek enters a large room and forms a new lake.Midnight carefully explored a circle around the lake, but there was no exit.

Just as the mage was frustrated, a white silhouette floated into the cave from the side passage.It maintained a roughly human form but was disembodied, illuminating everything within twenty feet.

"Who are you?" cried Midnight, frightened and curious about it, which she recognized as a ghost.

The figure ignored her, and the mage followed closely, trying to stay in the small circle he illuminated.After a few steps, the sandy riverbank turned into a cobblestone road, which turned into large rocks, and finally, it turned into a stone-paved street.

Despite her faltering steps, Midnight followed the white ghost, determined not to lose the source of light and the mysterious figure.

Soon, Midnight followed the ghosts through a stone-paved street and into a huge walled city, and a city came into view.

On the roadside of the city are two-story gray buildings, all made of stone, with a neat and bright style. , countless white ghosts of men and women were flying around the city. The pale and flickering light on their bodies illuminated the entire city, and from time to time they emitted weird laughter during the conversation.

"Oh my God." Midnight exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)