Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 6
"A request?" Imrik sat back on the chair, supported his head with one hand, and looked at Old John with interest.

"Yes, a commission. We hope to hire you to join our caravan and escort this batch of goods to Dragonsword Fort." Old John said seriously.

Imrik couldn't help but wonder why Old John had passed this trade route no less than a dozen times, why he suddenly invited him to join the caravan this time.

So he asked, "Why did you suddenly invite me?"

Old John sighed and said: "We have traveled this trade route for a long time, but it has never been as dangerous as it is today.

The boss of our caravan has also reached an agreement with some forces in the Twilight Forest that there is a trade route that can ensure our safety as much as possible.

But what happened today gave me a hunch that the situation in the forest may change, and we must be prepared. "

Imrik tapped the table rhythmically, bowing his head in thought.

Now that he has reached the third-level mage, he urgently needs a lot of spells to expand his spell book.

Banyue Village, a small village, was completely unable to meet his needs.

Now he has two choices, one is to go south and settle in Bucks City, where the caravan started, or go north with the caravan, through the Twilight Forest, and arrive at Dragonblade Fort in Sword Coast.

Although it is dangerous to go north, Old John's caravan has been cooperating with the forces in the forest for a long time, and its safety is guaranteed. As long as there are not too many changes, it is worth giving it a go.

It would be beneficial to take the risk to go to Dragon Blade Fort. To the north of Dragon Blade Fort, across Dagger Bank, is the famous mage sanctuary, Waterdeep City.

Between Dragon Blade Fort and Waterdeep City, there is a safe trade route that has been in operation for many years. Therefore, whether it is collecting spells or going to Waterdeep City for further studies in the future, Dragon Blade Fort is an excellent springboard.

After making up his mind, Imrik raised his head and said to Old John: "I accept this commission, but I need you to promise me one condition.

After arriving at Dragon Blade Castle, I hope to find a high-quality residence in the city. I believe that your Chamber of Commerce should have some real estate resources in its hands that can be sold to me. "

Old John waved his hand after hearing this: "That's no problem, besides that, I noticed that you can already use Wind Breeze, so you should be promoted to the third-level mage.

As a reward for joining the guard, I will give you 10 gold coins a day. "

Imrik was noncommittal after hearing this. Although the reward was not much, the mage's daily consumption was very high, and it was always better than nothing. What's more, his main purpose of joining the caravan was to reach Dragonblade Fort safely.

After everything was discussed, Imrik sent Old John away.

The next day, Imrik rode a beanbag back to his little mage tower, ready to pack up.

Imrik put all the precious materials into a package, and the toothbrush and towels for washing were also put in a small bag.

When passing the kitchen, Imrik hesitated for a moment, but still brought a few dried salted fish. Although the caravan included food and lodging, there was something unexpected about not keeping them all.

Imrik cleaned the bedroom and put the quilt and pillows into the closet.

He silently looked at the dwelling in front of him for two years and couldn't help but feel a little bit of reluctance, but the unknown expectations and desire for spells made him forget about them.

When leaving, Imrik watered the white rose flowers at the door for the last time, rode on the bean bag, looked back at the little mage tower behind him, and thought:

Phelan, here I come!

It was almost noon when the caravan set off. When Imrik arrived, Old John gave Imrik a brief introduction to the configuration of the caravan.

Level 4 mage Old John, level 3 warrior Carlot, a level 7 wanderer, and [-] unprofessional guards with knives.In addition, there are business staff from three chambers of commerce.

After entering the Twilight Forest, the speed of the brigade slowed down significantly. According to Old John, the center of the Twilight Forest, the caravan's cooperative force, is a group of druid sects. It has a druid leader with a professional level of 11, which is the most powerful force in this forest.

The route of the caravan will not pass through the druid's camp, but as part of the cooperation, the druids will ensure that most of the dangerous creatures that threaten the route of the caravan will be eliminated.

Late at night, the caravan stopped by a stream for a rest. Due to the agreement with the druids, the caravan could not hunt animals in this forest to fill their stomachs, so everyone took out their own dry food to satisfy their hunger.

Imrik sat by the bonfire, finished his hour-long meditation, and saw that the moonlight was just right, so he planned to walk along the small river.

Imrik was walking down the creek and was about to stop to take a bath in the water when a sudden click caught his attention.

At the same time, a bloody smell wafted into Imrik's nose.

Imrik was vigilant, made a mysterious gesture with his hand, blessed himself with a shield technique and oiled the soles of his feet, relaxed his heart a little, and continued to listen carefully to the source of the sound.

Imrik followed the sound and saw a black shadow wriggling in the distance. Looking closely, it turned out to be an ugly black spider biting a goblin corpse. It was similar to an ordinary tarantula, but on a larger scale.

It has a dozen eyes on its face, but unlike normal spiders, these eyes look like those of a humanoid.Those eyes are arranged symmetrically in four rows of three eyes.Its body is covered with long, rough black fur.

What's even more frightening is that it doesn't have the mouthparts of a normal spider. Instead, it has a mouth of fangs. Through these fangs, it uses its teeth like a mammal to tear up the goblin's corpse and swallow it.

Imrik came within 90 feet of him, pale hands protruding from the baggy black mage robes.

Imrik chanted the spell, and a fiery red sphere appeared in Imrik's hands. The strange flame instantly attracted the spider's attention.

The big black spider roared, the mortal body's fear of flames made it want to escape, but the tempting flesh and blood under it kept enticing it to continue devouring it.

Imrik flung it out smoothly, and the sphere of flame whizzed past, hitting the spider precisely.

Flames burst out from the sphere, burning the ground like burning oil. The roar of the black spider was swallowed by the flames, leaving only the flames burning quietly under the bright white moonlight.

A ring of spells—Colorful Ball—Fire Evocation.

The power of the colorful ball is not only because it is superior to the damage of spells of the same level, but more importantly, it can temporarily change a small piece of terrain according to the elements, and the flame evocation can make the flames under the spider burn continuously.

The spider tried to roll and extinguish the flames, but it was in vain. The continuous flame burning finally made it gradually lose its resistance, and it was burnt into a slightly charred black.

Imrik waited for a few minutes to make sure it was dead before walking forward, looking at the corpse of this unknown monster with great interest.

Stretching out a finger, a blue arcane hand appeared and lifted the spider's corpse, and Imrik returned to the camp with the corpse.

When everyone saw the dead spider brought back by Imrik, they couldn't help being frightened. Such a disgusting appearance was really unacceptable.

Old John saw the corpse, observed it carefully, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and asked loudly, "Where did you see this goblin spider!"

Carlot stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, what is this?"

Old John said nervously; "This is a goblin spider, a swarming monster, if you see one, it means there must be a large group nearby.

They are natural hunters and there are huge numbers, if we encounter them, it will be a fierce battle! "

Imrik said solemnly: "I saw it not far away. It was alive, so I killed it."

After hearing this, Old John said to Carotel: "Man, we have to get ready to go. It's best to leave overnight. I'm afraid this ghost thing is the source of change in the forest."

Carlot said with a headache: "The Twilight Forest is so big, it can't be crossed in a day or two, it's not realistic at all!
Does this monster have any weaknesses?Maybe we can call on those druids for help? "

(End of this chapter)