Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 69 Sandstorm

Imrik's addition to the caravan sparked whispers among ordinary folk.

They secretly looked at the looming luxurious robes under the cloak of the mysterious mage, and the elegant and calm back sitting on the black steed, discussing with each other their knowledge of the most mysterious groups on the continent of Faerûn.

It is also very strange to say that among the countless professionals in Faerun, although not the vast majority of professions with spellcasting ability, they are quite common. Whether it is a paladin, a mysterious knight, or a priest, none of them can arouse the curiosity and fear of ordinary people like a mage.

In their eyes, country clowns who can only perform tricks are completely different from careless warlocks and mysterious and dangerous mages in their own impressions.

"Don't mind, they're just a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins." Seeing his subordinates discussing mages in a cryptic way, Gassanrui, who was afraid of offending them, came over and smiled obsequiously.

He is not one of those nouveau riche who has never seen a mage before. From the first time he saw Imrik, the indifferent and elegant temperament of this mysterious mage, and the gemstone ring on his hand that was priceless at first glance, he knew that this was completely different from those low-level mages who pretended to be powerful.

Such a mage should study magic in a huge mage organization, or use money to hire a large number of servants to escort his journey.

Of course, he wouldn't underestimate the other party's weak strength. The twisted-looking two-headed tauren next to the mage didn't look like a mess at first glance. If the professionals of the Dragonlance Adventure Group were not counted, the entire caravan might not be enough for the other party to drink a pot together.

Imrik on the horse chuckled, of course he wouldn't get angry because of this, unless in Waterdeep City, or in mage kingdoms like Halrua and Serre, his own kind was always rare.

"Mr. Gassanrui, this journey to the Valley of Shadows is really hard work. It is rare for a personal caravan like yours to have the courage to cross Ennook." Imrik on the horse said pointedly.

Gassanrui smiled shyly, brushed his thinning hair and said, "Well, there is a proverb in the Karatu Continent, which is called wealth and wealth and danger."

Imrik's heart moved when he heard this. The mysterious eastern continent of Karatu is filled with various ancient oriental elements and proverbs from the previous life. He has been wondering if there are other earth traversals who came here and guided the yellow people on that continent to become the ancient oriental in his impression.

After Gassanrui finished speaking, he swallowed thirstily. In this hot desert, saying one more word will cause water loss.

Obviously, this caravan did not have such an expensive magical item as an endless water bag. Fresh water resources were stored in the carriage, but in this desert, water resources were extremely precious, and nothing could be wasted.

Two weeks is enough for Imrik to pass through this desert alone, but with a bloated carriage and a large number of mortals, this time will be nearly doubled.

Obviously, the water they brought was far from enough, but over the years, passing caravans have learned how to find oases in the desert. These sacred places in the yellow sand feed all living things, and the water resources they carry are only for emergency use in areas where there is no supply.

The hot weather brought severe tests to ordinary people in the caravan. Guards who were too short of water kept falling down, and the rest of the companions would take out a small amount of water for them to drink at this time.

"Where is the nearest oasis?" Jerome ran over and asked at this time. As a lawful and kind paladin, he couldn't bear to see these ordinary people suffer.

"There's still half a day's journey to go." Gassanrui also said weakly at this time.

"Take it." Imrik took out the endless water bag and threw it to Jerome.

Jerome took it suspiciously, saw the magic rune on it, and said excitedly: "This is... an endless water bag?"

Imrik nodded with a smile.

Gassanrui heard it from the side at this time, and his eyes widened. The water resources are in the desert. It is not an exaggeration to call it liquid gold. It is said that the inns in the oases that charge fees are all behind the blue dragon bosses.

Gassanrui's lips trembled, and he was embarrassed to say something. This is water. In this desert, it is a precious and strange thing that can produce water infinitely!
Seeing Gassanrui's eager eyes, Jerome scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "That Imric, can you use it for these poor people? Don't worry, I will take a bucket to catch the water, and I won't dirty your water bag."

The black-robed mage stared at the distance, glanced back, and said indifferently: "It's up to you."

Gassangrui was overjoyed, and hurriedly yelled at the people in the team to bring out the buckets, took a rope and hung the endless water bag upside down on the carriage, and the gurgling clear water flowed out from the mouth of the cowhide bag, making the people next to him gulp uncontrollably.

Jerome also glanced at Imrik gratefully. A paladin always pays the highest respect to those who can help him do good.

The caravan continued to move forward, and with the support of endless water bags, the guards obviously became more energetic. Those who were thirsty went to the bucket to grab a bowl of water with a cup, and recovered refreshed.

As they walked, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the yellow sand on the ground began to be blown into the air. Imrik stared into the distance and frowned slightly.

At this moment, a hunchbacked man in the convoy came to the front. He was the guide Gassanrui had invited. He anxiously said to Gassanrui: "Sandstorm! A sandstorm is coming!"

Gassanrui nodded, he stopped everyone, prepared to fix the carriage cargo, and hid behind the camel to wait for the sandstorm to pass.

"Eye of the Falcon." Imrik cast a spell on himself. He looked into the distance, and saw that an extremely wide desert wall was advancing towards him, with yellow sand flying all over the sky, and a huge tornado moving slowly in the middle of the sandstorm.

His complexion changed, and he shouted to Gassanrui: "Hurry up, this sandstorm is too big, a tornado has formed, we must avoid it."

Hearing this, Gassanrui's heart skipped a beat, the scale of the sandstorm that even a powerful mage said was unbearable was huge.

He hurriedly asked the hunchbacked man: "The mage said that the sandstorm is too large and must be avoided. How can we get there?"

The hunchbacked man was taken aback for a moment. He squinted his eyes to observe the distance with a serious face, then lay down on the ground and put one ear on the ground, listening to a certain sound quietly.

After a while, he stood up and said anxiously: "Yes, the sandstorm is too big. I have never seen a sandstorm of this scale. Go! Go north! There is an oasis there."

Gassanrui gave the order to the whole team, and everyone hurriedly turned and stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)