Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 57 The Pale Mage
Trolls, there are at least dozens of trolls rampaging in Waterdeep City.

I don't know what channel the Shannasa Guild used to bring these trolls into the city, but this move obviously annoyed all the forces in the city.

Imrik flew all the way, and he has seen no less than dozens of professionals fighting these trolls. The riots brought about by these ugly green creatures can last for a while at most.

He hurried to the port area, the only entrance he knew of to Sannatha's guild lair.

Sure enough, the distribution of trolls in the port area is denser than other places, and these trolls are likely to come out from here.

Suddenly, he saw the bald old dwarf who had witnessed Fren's kidnapping in the middle of the night, holding a magic wand and cooperating with the trolls in attacking the city guards, accompanied by a pale man in a robe.

"Hotline!" The wand in the old dwarf's hand lit up with red light, and three hot lasers shot out from it. The city guard who was targeted was shocked and rolled to the side, but was still pierced by one of the lasers through his thigh.

"Ah!" The injured city guard clutched his thighs and tried his best to crawl as far away as possible. A priest in a white robe squatted down next to him, with a warm white light emitting from his hands: "Heal serious injuries."

The guard's wound healed instantly, and he picked up his long sword and started fighting the troll again.

Imrik stood in the distance and observed the battlefield. There were ten warriors and one priest, but this configuration faced four trolls and two mages.

After thinking about it, Imrik still decided to make a move. He felt that these city guards probably couldn't beat the opponent, and it was unrealistic to sit back and enjoy the benefits. It would be more reliable to capture the two mages alive with their help.

He wiped his face with his hand, activated the magic disguise, and then triggered the invisibility technique to disappear into the air.

"Fireball!".

While everyone was fighting, a strange singing sound suddenly came, and at the same time a black-robed mage appeared, and a fireball the size of an apple condensed in his hand.

To deal with these trolls, the fireball technique is the most convenient, Imrik sighed in his heart, and smashed the fireball technique in his hand towards the center of the trolls.

The fireball hit one of the trolls, and the violent flames exploded with the shock wave. The raging flames engulfed the two trolls. Even their super resilience couldn't stop them from rolling and crying on the ground.

Although the remaining two trolls were not smart, they were still scared back a few steps when they saw the flames brought by the fireball technique.

The old dwarf and the mysterious mage stared at Imrik who suddenly appeared with ugly faces. Originally, the battlefield was biased towards them. A priest who lacked fire and acid spells paired with ten warriors was no match for the four trolls at all.

But it's different now. A mysterious mage who can use fireballs poses an extraordinary threat.

The two looked at each other, and made spell-casting gestures one after another, ready to deal with this most difficult mage.

The old dwarf was the first to bear the brunt. He repeated his old trick and used his wand to shoot three scorching rays, but Imrik, who had a lesser energy resistance ring, simply ignored the damage of this second-level spell.

Three scorching rays hit the body of the black-robed mage, and a burst of transparent ripples appeared on the surface of the mage's body, devouring the power of the spell.

Another mysterious mage saw that the scorching ray didn't work, and knew that the other party was blessed with the spell of resisting energy damage, so he cast the spell with the highest single-target damage among the three-ring spells: "Lightning Beam!"

A thick electric light shot at Imrik from the mage's hand, but Imrik's figure had already disappeared in the silver mist and was teleported thirty feet away.

"Black Light!" Imrik pointed at a distance, and the black mist erupted around the two mages, engulfing their figures, and the black mist that could not reach their fingers completely blocked the vision of the two mages.

"Damn it, I can't see it!" The two mages looked around nervously.

The pale man chanted a spell, and a green light appeared on his hand: "Vampire's Touch!"

He concentrated on looking around, and once there was any movement, he would immediately extend the spell in his hand to the opponent.

Imrik looked at the two mages through the blessing of dark vision, and he had a plan. He raised his hand, and the huge spiritual energy gathered.

Mystical psychic energy drilled into the pale man's mind, modifying his hearing.

Level [-] ability - fake feeling.

"Fireball!" He suddenly heard the voice of the black-robed mage chanting a spell from beside him, he smiled cruelly, stretched out his hand to the other party, and grabbed the other party's neck.

The chanting stopped abruptly, only the black-robed mage cried out for help intermittently: "Let me go."

The pale man was unmoved. Although he felt that the size of the neck in his hand was too small, he didn't think much about the voice of the black-robed mage calling for help. He just continued to absorb the opponent's vitality through the vampire's touch.

"Bang." The pale man let go of his hand until the other party stopped struggling, and the body fell to the ground with a slight sound.

The black light technique also disappeared at this time, and the pale man couldn't believe it when he saw the corpse on the ground, it turned out to be an old dwarf!
"How, how is it possible! You lied to me! Damn it!" The pale man turned his head with gritted teeth, only to see Imrik smiling and raising a hand to him: "Estoplasmic cocoon."

Strands of silver-white astral matter continuously emerged from the void, binding the pale man tightly, with only one mouth exposed.

But Imrik wasn't worried. Without his hands to make spell-casting gestures, the mage couldn't cast spells at all.

After finishing the mage, he turned his head and shot two arrows of Ma Youfu's strong acid, helping the city guard to deal with the remaining two trolls.

Before those city guards and priests came over to thank him, he grabbed the bound mage and flew away from here.

If he stays, this hostage will not be kept, and those city guards must be eager to pry his mouth open to know the truth of the attack.

It was Imrik's selfishness to keep this mage. He didn't want too many people to pay attention to that beholder. If too many people knew about this treasure because of this beholder, it would be a waste of money.

Flying to an uninhabited corner, Imrik stopped. The mage blindfolded by the ectoplasmic cocoon felt the flight stop and shouted angrily: "Damn it! Where did you bring me? What do you want? If you dare to hurt me, my mistress will not spare you!"

"Your mistress? The beholder?" Imrik said, smiling.

He ordered the ectoplasmic cocoon to expose the mage's eyes, and urged the hint technique to ask: "Tell me, why are you planning this attack."

The pale man's eyes were dull for a moment, but after a while they became clear, back and forth, and finally succumbed to the power of the spell, and replied dully: "The mistress is angry, and she couldn't find the Gorol Stone. I asked the troll to kill her on the street to please her, and attack the Wujin family by the way, to solve that group of troubles."

Imrik's eyes froze, and the Wujin family was also attacked.

"Tell me how powerful that beholder is, and how to find her." Imrik continued.

"The hostess is an adult beholder, and there is no professional level hostess in the lair, pass." The pale man told Imric the path of the beholder's lair.

(End of this chapter)