Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 68 Selûne

Having dealt with the two monsters, Imrik continued on his journey non-stop. It would take at least two weeks to cross this huge desert. Although he could not feel the heat with the command fire elemental ring, the desolate scenery full of sand made him really unable to stay.

Imrik had no choice but to rejoice in his decision. If he had chosen to cross this desert from the Silver Moon Alliance in the north, he would have been waiting for endless attacks.

At night, Imrik took out the dry branches prepared in advance from the dimension bag, and set fire in the desert.

The temperature of the desert at night varies greatly due to the sand. Although the heat during the day makes people crazy, the cold at night makes people shiver.

"Hmm, my favorite salted fish." Imrik took out a salted fish from the dimension bag, put it on the fire and started roasting it.

While waiting to make salted fish, Imrik looked up at the starry sky, admiring the night of this lost land.

Perhaps it is because there are few people in this place, the starry sky in the desert is extraordinarily clear and bright, the sky is covered with dots of light, and a round of bright white moon hangs in the air.

"It's really like it." Imrik raised a hand and stroked it in front of his eyes. Sometimes, he often felt that the planet under his feet was similar to his former hometown in many ways.

Like Earth, Toril has a moon and a sun.

The white and flawless moon in the starry sky is known as Selûne. In 360 and five days a year, Selûne revolves around Toril day after day, affecting the ebb and flow of the endless ocean.

If you look closely, there is still a halo of halo around Selûne, which is the asteroid group guarding Selûne - Tears of Selûne.

It is said that one day, the Tears of Selûne suddenly appeared for no apparent reason, and at that time, all the oceans of the world set off monstrous tsunamis.

On that day, a meteor in the starry sky streaked across and fell on the edge of the Enook Desert at that time, causing a big explosion, and thus expanded the border of the Enook Desert.

Imrik summoned Leomeng's hut and lay down on the small bed in the house. He opened the skylight of the dimensional space, revealing the sky full of stars, listening to the snoring of the copper stove and beanbags, and slowly fell asleep.

At noon the next day, after a good night's sleep, Imrik put away Leomont's hut, ready to embark on a new journey.

Just as he was riding on the bean bag, there were bursts of crisp camel bells in the distance.

Imrik looked back, and found a group of people looming in the yellow sand all over the sky, and the camel bells tied to the leading camels were ringing.

Imrik narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised a hand to signal the copper stove to stop. In this dangerous desert, he had to be very careful.

As the sound of the camel bells approached, the crowd in the distance also showed their true colors. It looked like a caravan with a carriage in the middle and a lot of goods. The few people riding camels at the head were well-equipped and looked like professionals.

"High Mage Armor." Imrik chanted the spell, a layer of golden armor appeared on his body, and then disappeared again.

Everyone in the caravan also noticed a man and an ox in front of them, and the leader raised a hand, as if talking about something, then everyone in the caravan stopped, and only the leaders rode their camels to continue forward.

"Imrik?!" The leading paladin cried out in surprise when he saw Imrik.

The black-robed mage looked at the few people opposite, and was quite surprised, a paladin with outstanding appearance, a rogue with a charming and beautiful figure, a dwarf warrior, and an unreliable bard.
"Jerome, what a coincidence." Imrik greeted with a smile. He didn't expect that the professionals leading the team on the opposite side turned out to be members of the Dragonlance Adventure Group.

When the bard Hamlein saw Imrik, he said excitedly, "Hey! What a coincidence. During the boring escort mission, I actually reunited with an old friend I haven't seen for a long time in a desert where there are few people! I want to write this story into my poetry book!"

Domera the Wanderer and Zack the Dwarf also greeted each other with a smile on their faces. The people who had agreed to meet a year later a few months ago actually met again in the Ennook Desert, which was really surprising.

The paladin laughed and walked over to give the black-robed mage a hug. He bared his white teeth and said, "Imric, where are you going? Are you not staying in your deep water city?"

Imrik was taken aback for a while, and explained with a smile: "I'm going to Myth Drannor, how about you?"

Domira complained from the side: "We have accepted an escort mission to go to the Shadow Valley, damn it, this employer is so stingy, that little hire money is an insult to me!"

Jerome said helplessly: "Domela! We've talked about this matter. Gassanri has helped us a lot. Even if we don't give us money, we should help him!"

Domira rolled her eyes. She was desperate for this paladin's naive thoughts: "Hehe, he helped us? If my mother hadn't risked her life to assassinate that bald warlock, he would have been chopped off by those bandits long ago to extort a deposit!"

When Jerome had something to say to argue with her about whether this man named Gassanri was good or bad, the dwarf Zack interrupted them impatiently: "Stop arguing, his grandma, I'm a pain in the ass all the time."

Jerome smiled awkwardly. He suddenly remembered that Imrik was still by his side, so he suggested, "Imrik, if you're going to Myth Drannor, drop by us. Why don't you join us, and there will be a caretaker on the way!"

Imrik nodded with a smile. He also had the same idea. At least he didn't have to tense his nerves to observe his surroundings from time to time, saving a lot of energy by following the team.

Several people laughed happily when they saw Imrik agreeing. Hamlein exaggeratedly took off the xylophone from his back and said, "Dragonlance Adventure Group, gather!"

Then a song was played.

Several people returned to the caravan. The leader, an old man with a goatee and cunning eyes, came out. He saw that Jerome and others had brought back a mysterious black-robed mage and a strange-looking tauren, and asked curiously:
"Jerome, who is he?"

Jerome explained the origin of Imrik to him, the old man nodded, his eyes flashed a hint of joy, the salary of a powerful three-ring mage is not comparable to this group of professionals, and he is happier than anything else to join a mage for nothing.

He coughed and said to Imrik: "Welcome, welcome, since you are Jerome's friend, you are my old Gassanri's family! You are welcome, it is safer to walk with more people!"

(End of this chapter)