Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 53 Necromancer
Late at night, in front of an old windmill.

Imrik stood in front of the door with the copper stove and Apollo. Imrik gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and with a creak, the wooden door opened.

It was dark inside, with graffiti on the walls and litter and debris on the stone floors.The windows are empty shelves without glass.

Up to the second floor is a winding stone staircase that extends 20 feet to the upper floor.The stairs were covered in bird droppings, broken tiles, dirt and mold.

Much of the roof of the attic has caved in above these roofs, leaving holes through which birds and rainwater can pass.Chipped stone, bird droppings, damaged furniture and other debris littered the floor, and pigeons roosted in the moldy rafters.

The floor here is extremely fragile, and when the heavy body of the copper furnace stepped on it, there was even a big hole directly pierced by a worn-out board.

"Look! There's a locked door over there!" Apollo's eyes lit up, and sure enough, there was a door on the north side of the room not far away, and a brand new iron lock hung on the door.

Tonglu walked up, took out an iron rod from his waist, and dropped the door lock as soon as the rod fell, and then it pushed the door open, and the three found two men in shabby clothes looking at them in horror with shovels inside.

"Who are you!" one of the men said nervously.

The mage stepped forward, smiled and picked up a piece of paper with a portrait of Nifty Wright on it: "Don't be nervous, tell me, have you seen it?"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "No, we haven't seen it before."

But what he didn't know was that Imrik had started to read his thoughts at this time and heard his inner voice.

"I can't tell him that Lord Lother has taken this damn thing. Damn it, I need to notify Lord and kill these guys!"

Imrik put away his smile and raised a finger to point at the other party. He wanted the other party to be honest.

Second-level psionic powers—experience excruciating pain.

A ghastly green light shot out from the mage's hand and shone on the man. An indescribable pain swept through his body. The man fell to the ground screaming in pain, his whole body twisted, but this mental pain made him unable to relieve it in any way.

"Excuse me! Master Mage! What do you want to know! I'll tell you everything!" the man wailed in pain.

Imrik stopped casting spells, and asked again: "Give you another chance, tell me, where is it?"

The man was lying weakly on the ground. Although there was no loss on his body, the severe pain made him feel exhausted after the rest of his life: "I was taken away by Lord Lorther."

Imrik continued to ask: "Who is Lother and where is he?"

The man took a few breaths, and he felt better: "Master Lorther is also a master mage, just like you, he has been living underground, and sent us to collect raw materials for him."

"Raw materials?" Apollo asked curiously.

"It's the corpses. Master Lother has always asked us to steal corpses in the dead city and bring them back. He will make these corpses into skeletons." Speaking of this, the man swallowed, obviously, he was afraid of this.

"A necromancer." Imrik was vigilant. The undead creatures made by necromancers can exist for a long time and can coexist. Although they cannot control too much due to their professional level, it is said that some spells can control many undead creatures in a clever way.

For such a necromancer who has been stealing corpses to make undead, it can be said that his combat effectiveness depends on how many pets he has. However, this kind of crowd tactics is still not enough for Imrik now.

"Is there a strange stone on that dexterous Wright?" Imrik asked them to describe the appearance of Gorol's Stone.

The man thought for a while and said loudly: "I remember! Lord Lother found this stone from it that day, and then took it away!"

The mage monitored his thoughts and found that they were exactly the same, so he couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction. With a slight lift of his hand, the man was lifted up by an invisible force.

"Take me to Lother, these gold coins are yours." The mage smiled and took out 10 gold coins and said.

The two men hesitated for a moment, their fear of Lother could not overcome the anger of the mysterious mage in front of them and the temptation of gold coins, so they nodded in agreement.

A few people came to the first floor, and the man pointed to a piece of wood that was exactly the same as other dilapidated floors and said, "This is right here, you can go down after opening it, and after you go down, go straight along the passage, and you will find him."

The copper stove stepped forward, and after yelling angrily, hammered the floor to pieces, and the finely rotten sawdust fell down the deep pit that suddenly appeared, making a crisp sound.

"Dark vision." The mage chanted the spell, blessed the three of them with spells, and then jumped down. Fortunately, according to the sound of the template, the underground is not far from the ground, about two or three meters away.

As he walked, the mage found that the cellar seemed to be connected to the sewer, and the sewage that slowly appeared under his feet flowed along the groove parallel to the stone walkway, and there were more and more of them, with a depth of three feet.

A stench came out of his nostrils, and this familiar smell caused Apollo to come up again. He held his nose and said with disgust, "Why is it a sewer again? My God, Imrik, can't we go to a place with a more romantic environment?"

The mage smiled and comforted: "Be patient, this is all for your dream. How can an adventurer not endure hardship?"

The three of them did not know how far they walked in the sewer, and finally came to an open place. This wide open place has stone pillars and arched structures supporting the ceiling.Misaligning stone carvings on either side of one half-destroyed wall suggest that this area was once two separate rooms.

The intact side has a complete wooden door, and a strong undead breath is coming from inside.

Imrik pointed the ring of ram in his hand at the wooden door, and an invisible and powerful force field shot out from the ring quickly, smashing the wooden door to pieces with a "bang!"

Inside the room, a thin, pale middle-aged mage in a black robe stared blankly at the door. He had a scalpel in his hand and a rotting corpse lay in front of him.

There are more than [-] undead skeletons in the room, and many corpses are piled up.

Looks like I haven't had time to do a lot of undead yet.Imrik thought to himself.

Lorother also came back to his senses at this time, he looked angrily at the stranger opposite and roared, "Who are you! How dare you break the door of my house!"

"Your home?" Imrik looked around, a little speechless, it really is a humble home.

"Kill them!" The necromancer obviously didn't want to listen to their explanation, and directly ordered all the undead skeletons in the room to swarm up and kill the rude person who broke into his home.

(End of this chapter)