Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 56 The Troll Festival

Somewhere in Leyline Lost City, there is a lair of beholders.

A huge and ugly beholder was screaming insults and insults at the servants kneeling in front of her, its ten eye stalks flying like a Medusa with teeth and claws.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! I want blood! I want to kill! I want rivers of blood!"

The beholder's screeching voice resounded through the cave, and she angrily extended a stalk to shoot a grey-green ray, which hit a terrified servant trying to run away.

Just as the servant was about to get up, he felt that he couldn't run. He looked down and found that his feet had turned into stones, and the gray magic power spread rapidly, completely turning him into a stone sculpture.

The remaining servants lowered their heads in panic, for fear of arousing the anger of their mistress.

A man in mage robes with a pale face and a scar in the corner of his eye came forward and said obsequiously: "Oh, my dear master, don't worry, we have prepared a good show for you, and we promise to make those stupid humans on the street cry bitterly under your majesty."

The beholder's flying eye stalks stopped suddenly, and turned to the mage in an instant, with eleven sharp and crazy eyes staring at him, and said in a hint of madness: "It's better, Kovori, otherwise, I will tear you apart!"

The mage's forehead was full of cold sweat, but he still managed to put on a smile and said, "Of course, of course, my beautiful mistress Shannasa, those damned trolls will definitely make a big mess."

The next day, Imrik sat by the window drinking black tea and admiring the blue sky.

Outside the window, the bustling scene on the street attracted his attention.

Children in troll masks run through the rain and fog, knocking on doors and blocking adults in the street.

Children not appeased by rock-sugar apples, salt kebabs, and other treats were engaged in all sorts of mischief, throwing a rat in the face of a fretful old lady, and stealing a stout dwarf's pipe.

A small crowd of onlookers gathered around a ten-foot-tall wicker model of a troll, stomping their feet to watch as two young men desperately tried to ignite it with sparking torches.

"It's Troll's Day!" Imrik suddenly realized.

Waterdeep City is a city built on blood and fire. During its rise, the humans here paid a huge price to fight against the trolls going south.

On the day the battle ended, Waterdeep's first lord, the legendary mage Agharon, declared the day to be Troll's Day.

Every year at this time, people in the city will celebrate this great day in various ways, wine, food, dancing, music, you name it.

Suddenly, a white-haired man with an earthy complexion rushed towards the crowd and shouted: "The troll is coming! Do something!"

Behind him, a huge green giant hobbled down the cobbled street, dragging a ball chain.An eyeless helmet obscures the troll's eyes, but his open mouth is indeed full of fangs.He swung his arms into the surrounding fog, and let out a terrible wail in exasperation.The terrified crowd fled into the rain and fog.

Two city guards approached the blind troll quietly from behind, and stabbed the troll's back with their long swords, hoping to give it a fatal blow.

But the terrifying monster just turned its head and roared, and flattened a city guard as if nothing had happened, then grabbed another guard and put it in its mouth, biting it in half.

Trolls are terrifying man-eating creatures with unrivaled resilience, and they would be impossible to kill without fire and acid.

The two young men who were burning the troll model with torches before them swallowed their saliva and bravely moved in the direction of the troll. The legend of fighting the troll gave them courage, and they wanted to kill the monster with the flames in their hands.

"Hey, one on each side of us, whoever has the chance, throw the torch on him!" The two discussed secretly, moving forward while the troll was intoxicated by the guard's body.

Just as he was about to approach the troll, the monster suddenly turned around. Seeing two humans approaching him, he roared excitedly, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

The captured young man rolled on the spot and escaped the deadly grasp. Just before he breathed a sigh of relief, a huge hand grabbed him again. The troll squeezed hard, and blood burst out of his hand.

"No!" Seeing the tragic death of his companion, another young man angrily threw the torch in his hand at the troll. After the tiny flame touched the troll's skin, it burned up like a fire cooking oil.

The troll wailed in pain, fell to the ground and rubbed around trying to put out the fire. The surviving young people stood in the distance, waiting for the demise of the troll.

However, the performance was not as he wished, and the troll found a small pool nearby, and he jumped into it, and the flames on his body were finally extinguished.

The young man looked desperately at the troll crawling out of the pool, and the injuries he received quickly recovered. Just as he was about to give up, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "Phantom bound."

A miraculous thing happened, there were countless black chains crawling like snakes around the troll, they climbed onto the troll, more and more, until the troll could not move.

A burst of silver mist suddenly appeared in front of the troll, and the figure of a black-robed mage appeared from it.

The young man looked at all this with a look of the rest of his life, and he knew that the master mage had saved him.

The black-robed mage gently raised his hand, and the heavy helmet on the troll's head was pulled away by an invisible force.

"Tell me, how did you come here." The mage stared at the troll with both eyes, and the terrifying gaze caught the troll's eyes. The troll, who was still roaring and screaming, became demented when he saw the mysterious color in the mage's gaze.

Three-ring spell-suggestion.

"Master Kovalli came here with a sledgehammer." The troll replied blankly.

"Kovoli? Who is he?" Imrik continued.

"Master Kovalli is Master Kovalli, and Master Kovalli is Master Mage."

Imrik frowned. This troll's IQ is too low, saying it is tantamount to not saying it.

He continued to ask patiently: "Why did he bring you here?"

The troll scratched his head: "Master Kovalli said he brought the sledgehammer here to eat, we are all very happy."

Imrik asked hastily, "Us? There are other trolls like you?"

"My brothers and sisters are all here. Master Kovalli said to make the hostess happy, the more trolls the better." The troll said naively.

"More than one. Interesting, it seems that the mistress of Kovalli is hostile to Waterdeep?" Imrik murmured.

"Have you met the Mistress of Kovalli?"

Imrik didn't expect that when he asked this question, the troll trembled with fear and almost escaped the control of the hinting technique: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood

It was the beholder, Imrik realized.

The mage pointed out, "Ma Youfu Strong Acid Arrow." A dark green ray shot out from his hand, completely melting the troll. Under the control of the hint technique, he didn't even resist.

"Sky master." Imrik cast a spell again, soaring into the sky, he wanted to see where all these trolls were, maybe he could find the mage Kovori and learn about the beholder.

(End of this chapter)