Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 71 The Murder Caused by Greed

The strong man looked back at him. Although he was wearing a mage's robe, the Bedai barbarian's worship of muscles made him feel no fear of this thin mage.

He sneered and said: "Mages are smart people, so I'll just say it straight. I don't need to say more about the role of your water bag in the desert. If you want, I can buy it at the original price. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Imrik frowned. It was not a loss to buy him at the original price, but what would he drink on his own after such a long journey? Would he spend more money to buy the expensive water sold by his fellow clan? It's good to be careful.

The mage looked up at the other party, his pupils widened slightly, and brilliant colors swirled in them, and he said softly, "Give up the water bag."

The Bedai barbarian of this warrior profession is quite determined, but under the powerful magic power of the mage, he fell into a sluggishness after a long time, and kept repeating: "Give up the water bag. Give up the water bag"

Seeing this scene, the Bedai barbarian men shouted angrily, "Damn mage! What sorcery did you use! Hurry up and change him back, or you will wait for me to cut off your little white face and stick it on the wall!"

Imrik turned his head sharply and stared at them blankly. He was already tired of negotiating with this group of stupid savages. If he hadn't considered the possible forces behind them, he would have slaughtered them all.

"Experience the pain!" Imrik stretched out a green ray from his hand, and hit the Bedai barbarian who was talking nonsense just now. The unspeakable pain instantly covered his whole body. He fell to the ground and howled in pain, madly scratching his chest with his nails.

"Akhan!" Seeing the torture of his fellow clansmen, the rest of them took out their weapons one after another. The members of the Dragonlance Adventure Group were not to be outdone, and looked at each other eagerly.

Although there were no scars on their bodies, the Bedai barbarians who were hit by the severe pain were howling crazily on the ground, as if they had suffered the most cruel torture in the world.

A Bedai barbarian finally couldn't bear it any longer. With a roar, he picked up the long knife in his hand and charged towards Imrik.

The black-robed mage glanced at him coldly, and said flatly, "You're courting death."

He stretched out his finger, and the enhanced psionic blast with 45 points of psionic power rushed towards him along with an invisible mental wave. A strong mental storm swept his mind, gathering all the psionic blasts of a sixth-level psion, and his brain was completely muddled.

"Plop." The Bedai barbarian with a long knife fell to the ground, his eyeballs exploded, and a lot of blood flowed out from various organs.

Seeing that the two fellow tribesmen were subdued by the black-robed mage with mysterious means, the remaining Bedai barbarians finally had a trace of fear in their hearts.

The Bedai barbarian who was lying on the ground suffering from the "excruciating pain" was already foaming at the mouth, and he begged with a small voice trembling all over his body: "I beg you. Go around. Spare me. Go ahead. Kill me."

Jerome watched unbearably from the sidelines. Although he could accept killing evil, he couldn't accept such torture. He hesitated to speak, and finally mustered up the courage to say to the black-robed mage with a cold face: "Yi Xiaoyi, why don't you just let him go and give him a good time."

Imrik heard Jerome saying from the side, waited for a while, and stopped casting spells when he saw that the other party was about to collapse.

He straightened his expression, looked at the rest of the Bedai barbarians with a smile and said, "Okay, I'm not a pervert who likes to torture people, just take him back to rest for a while, I hope that in the future, no such boring things will disturb me again, I wonder if the nobles can do it."

There was a hint of menace in his polite voice, as if he would kill if the other person's answer displeased him in any way.

But this is indeed what Imrik is thinking at this time. As a lonely mage, he can pretend to be polite in the face of existence beyond himself, but for these ignorant idiots, he is now merciful for the sake of the people behind them.

Although there are only four warriors among these people, and one of them has been controlled by the hint technique, it must not be that simple to be able to exist next to the group of crazy lizard men's lairs.

Just when this group of people didn't know what to do, an old voice came: "Okay, take Akhan down, shameful thing."

An old man came down from upstairs, holding a wooden staff in his hand, and wearing a beast robe full of strange symbols.

Imrik turned his head, his eyes fixed. Sure enough, there would be no spellcasters here.

The old man said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master Mage, our people are not very sensible, please forgive me."

The old man looked guilty on the surface, but in fact, after some calculations, the mage cast the spell vigorously just now. Although he couldn't see what it was, it felt a bit similar to psychic powers.

A mage who can cast psionic powers What kind of monster is this, a dementor in human skin?
Mind flayers are a kind of mutated mind flayers. They are obsessed with the power of spells and transform themselves into liches. While possessing powerful psychic powers, each mind flayer also has the power to learn arcane arts. It can be said to be an ultimate spellcaster monster.

With deep fear, this old man lowered his posture from the very beginning, so that the other party could not find fault.

Imrik glanced at the other party lightly. Although he didn't know why the other party was so afraid of him, it didn't affect him to act according to the other party's train of thought.

"Greed is a good thing. It gives human beings the motivation to move forward, but if you don't have self-knowledge, you really need to be disciplined." The black-robed mage said indifferently.

The old man nodded, and whispered to the people standing stupidly beside him: "Did you hear that, a group of ignorant things, before provoking people, they should polish their tricks, and quickly take this shameful thing away."

Immediately, he turned his head, smiled and said to the mage, "I really made you laugh, but you'd better not take out the endless water bag again, the ruler of this desert, they don't want to see this kind of thing appear and affect their business."

The old man pointed to the sky after speaking, as if he meant something.

Imrik was still expressionless, but his heart moved. It seemed that these people had something to do with the group of blue dragons.

Seeing that the sorcerer on the opposite side was still unmoved, the old man couldn't help being a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the name of Blue Dragon didn't frighten the other party. It seems that there is indeed something.

Imrik put away the endless water bag, nodded lightly and said, "I see, thank you for reminding me, we will leave here after the sandstorm stops."

The old man nodded in satisfaction. No matter what, the most important thing is to send this dangerous person away as soon as possible. Although he still has a blue dragon on top of him, if the other party is really allowed to kill here, even if he finds his place later, the dead clansman will never come back.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and glanced at the unlucky guy whose brain was shattered by the psychic blast, and sighed, why are his people all such muscular idiots.

(End of this chapter)