Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 33 Experimental Spells
The portal on the second floor was not far from the goblin camp, and everyone came to the fourth floor through the portal. Compared with the second floor, this floor has become deserted, and there is no one near the portal.

According to the map, there are a large number of undead creatures gathered on this floor, and many adventure teams without spellcasters and paladin professions came to an abrupt end.

Different from the first and second floors that have been developed all the year round, because there are a steady stream of undead creatures emerging here, it is basically impossible for adventurers to clear a safe route to the portal.

"Look over there, there are some undead." Domila reminded.

Not far from the portal, several medium-sized skeletons were wandering aimlessly. Imrik walked forward, his hands forming an oval shape on his chest, and a golden light emerged from his hands and quickly spread throughout his body, "Light of Mochulia!"

The second-ring spell—the light of Mochuria.

As the spell sounded, the light from the black-robed mage's whole body was absorbed between his hands again, forming a golden sphere. With a "swoosh", two rays from heaven shot out from the sphere, and the two hit skeletons were instantly burned to ashes by the powerful radiant energy.

After testing the power of the new spell, the black-robed mage nodded in satisfaction.

The few remaining skeletons were awakened by the sound. After seeing the humans in the distance, Jerome rushed up and shouted: "Let me come! I want to try my new baby!"

+2 The power of the holy long sword is extremely powerful, especially in the face of these undead creatures, every cut is like cream, melting the skeleton's body without resistance.

Jerome seemed to be in the land of no one, and within a few seconds, he dealt with these skeletons, and said unsatisfactorily: "This is gone? I haven't had enough yet!"

Domina rolled her eyes, she didn't want to have any contact with these horrible skeletons.

Following the path suggested by the map, everyone gradually came to a deep path. On both sides of the path, there were clusters of faint green lights floating every few tens of meters.

Looking at the will-o'-the-wisps formed by the accumulation of negative energy, the black-robed mage lightly released a sub-psychic connection, and said to everyone in his heart: "Be careful, don't make a sound. If these will-o'-the-wisps are frightened, they will burst out with a large amount of negative energy fluctuations, attracting all the surrounding undead creatures."

Everyone nodded quickly, wishing to take off their shoes and walk.

But obviously, the existence in the dark will not allow them to reach their destination so leisurely.

Hamlein was walking, and suddenly felt itchy on his neck, as if some brush was brushing it. He grabbed it with his hand and touched a hard and thin thing. When he took it to his hand, it turned out to be a big centipede!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Hamlein screamed in fright, and threw the centipede in his hand into the sky, and landed on Domira's chest. When Domira saw it, she also screamed in fright: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Imrik felt bad when he heard Hamlein's screams. Sure enough, the will-o'-the-wisps around him drifted away as if blown by a strong wind, and a strong negative energy atmosphere filled the surroundings.

"Come on, what about the two of you, isn't it just a centipede!" Zack the dwarf jumped angrily, he didn't want to face a bunch of undead creatures.

Imrik calmly blessed himself with a Falcon's Eye and looked around. As expected, many undead creatures had already rushed over.

"Stop arguing, get ready to fight, Black Moon, come out." Imrik called out his familiar Raven, and threw a few scrolls to command the undead on the ground.

"Wait for those undead to approach and attack them with these scrolls." The black-robed mage quickly ordered his familiar.

Immediately afterwards, he chanted a spell and cast a third-level monster summoning technique. A white light flashed, and a little angel appeared on the spot.

The lithe little thing looked like a two-foot-tall pocket elf in a shiny robe and flowing hair, its long wings stretching from its shoulders like a cape of colorful tulle.

This is the colorful light angel of the Assassins, who has good spell-like abilities and can speak the common language.

"Ah, undead creature, disgusting undead creature!" The little angel complained angrily while looking at the undead creature in the distance with his hands on his hips.

The black-robed mage cast a spell again, warm white light emerged from his body, and two heavenly beams shot towards the two ghouls in the distance.

The powerful radiant damage of the Light of Mochuria directly burned the two ghouls to ashes. Immediately afterwards, Imrik continued to cast spells, applying giant growth, magical weapons and bloody rage to the paladin and the copper furnace in succession.

At this time, the nearby undead creatures have also approached everyone, and the paladins, dwarves, copper furnace, Domira and others rushed up,
Hamlein supported his teammates with frost rays and magic missiles.

The negative energy fluctuations of the will-o'-the-wisp attracted dozens of undead creatures to come, but most of them were low-level undead like skeletons and zombies, and there were only a few pitiful sporadic ghouls, and everyone quickly resolved the crisis.

"Damn it, Hamlein, if you dare to throw the centipede on me again, I promise to stuff your little white face into the betas of those women you found!" Domira yelled at Hamlein baring her teeth and claws.

The bard didn't dare to resist with a bitter face, and only dared to say in a low voice: "Aren't you too scared to scream?"

Domira heard him muttering and glared at him, and the bard didn't dare to speak anymore for a moment.

The beautiful wanderer tidied her hair, as if she felt that her performance just now was out of style.

Jerome came out to smooth things over and said, "Okay, let's go quickly, please keep quiet this time, I don't want any accidents."

After hearing this, Domira stopped threatening Hamlein. She asked Imrik, "How far is it, Xiaoyi, the atmosphere here really makes me feel uncomfortable."

"There is still half the distance. Be very careful on the next journey. There are a few marked dangerous places not far from our route."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help cheering up, and embarked on the journey carefully again.

But what they didn't know was that in the distance, a red-haired human female-like spirit body had already stared at them.

"It seems that their strength is not bad. We need to give them a bigger crisis, and then we will come forward to save them. Teacher, one day, I will let you feel my anger!"

The red-haired female spirit looked at the people in the Dragonlance Adventure Group and muttered to themselves. She raised a hand and chanted an unknown spell, and a powerful breath of death gathered in her hand.

As she continued to cast spells, undead creatures appeared on the spot, including high-level monsters such as skeleton lords and profane corpses.

"Go, lay in ambush, attack them, and then, let me destroy you and put on a good show." The corner of the red-haired spirit body's mouth curled up into a smile, and it looked mysteriously into the distance.

(End of this chapter)