Broad World

As the lich with the highest level of spellcasting in the entire continent of Faerun, one of the most powerful arcanists left from the era of Netheril, Lavok has a low-key behavior that is not commensurate with his resounding reputation. Since the crash of the floating city, , He hid in the inaccessible mountains and never showed his power for countless years.

It’s hard to imagine such a terrifying old monster willing to hide in a dark cave. If it weren’t for the red-robed wizards who accidentally discovered the tomb of the sorcerer and wanted to plunder the knowledge and magical items inside, I’m afraid the world would have thought he had already It's dead.

We must know that at least sixteen of the most powerful red-robed wizards came out at that time, including the current leader of the necromantic faction-Sazastan, a twenty-ninth-level terrifying lich with powerful power. Legendary mages alone accounted for nearly half of the team.

But in the end?

Dead and wounded!

Only two people came out of the tomb alive. One of them was Sazastan. Many people said that he had reached some agreement with Lavok, but only the two parties knew the details.

In the Year of the Crown (DR1351), the plague in the Baldur’s Gate area was released by the red-robed wizards who opened the tomb of the sorcerer. Therefore, as long as the mention of Searle and the Red-robed Wizard Association in this area nowadays, you will hate the root itch,

Scholars even rank Lavok alongside Netheril’s other two great arcanes, Iolum and Karthus, as the most powerful spellcasters in human history. Even many gods are willing to be equal. Identity made some deals with him, so the secrets held by this hometown are definitely beyond most people's imagination.

Be a typical conspiracy theorist. Henry felt that what he had done during this period must have entered the scope of Lawalk's observation, so he did not intend to hide anything. Just like this, he climbed up the rugged path at the foot of the mountain in an upright manner, without using any auxiliary magic at all.

He doesn't want to personally try to see if there is a forbidden area near the tomb of the sorcerer, or any protective measures such as stray locks, otherwise...

It would be too embarrassing to dignify a legendary mage falling from mid-air and hurting him.

We must know that although the Netheril did not crack the complex magic locks of the elves, they independently developed a set of their own protective locks, and the power was not much worse.

The Troll Mountain is located directly above the Baldor Gate on the map. On the north bank of the Meandering River, it is a mountain range that is not too high. It is precisely because of its shelter that the cold air and wind from the north to the south is blocked by most of its power, making Baldur's Gate and the green wilderness area pleasant, especially the huge granary of the green wilderness.

But for Henry, who was climbing on the north side, it was not so good. The knee-high snow completely covered one side of the mountain. He had to be careful every step he took, for fear of making a noise to induce an avalanche. At that time, let alone looking for the tomb of the sorcerer, even the direction may not be able to tell.

Of course, in addition to environmental reasons, monsters are also a lot of trouble. After all, it is called the Troll Mountain not just to talk about it, but there are really many hungry trolls. They searched for anything that could be stuffed into their stomachs in groups of three or five. And he didn't care if he would be buried by the falling snow.

In just over two hours of work, Henry saw that a group of trolls who were chasing foxes accidentally slipped and caused a small avalanche. If it was not possible to activate the flying ability on the ring at any time, he would have to follow along.

After this lesson, he secretly complained about the poor IQ of the troll, and then continued to march towards the top of the mountain. Trying to find the entrance hidden somewhere as quickly as possible.

But as there is a saying, destiny always likes to tease mortals. Often the more you work hard to get what you want, the less you can get it, and the more you don't want to get, it is likely that you will accidentally appear in front of you.

After three and a half hours, the sky had begun to dim, and seeing the sun disappear completely on the horizon, Henry still did not find the entrance to the tomb of the legendary sorcerer. He could not even detect any magic fluctuations, and even predicted magic. Can not find any clues.

There is no doubt that the entrance was blocked by some powerful force. No wonder the location of the tomb of the sorcerer has been exposed for so many years and no second intruder has been reported.

Just when he was a little dejected, the sun finally set completely, and a dozen bats flew out suddenly from a spot on the side, and all of them were full of strong negative energy. You don't need to ask you to know that they are vampires.

They seemed to know that there was someone here at the beginning, so they turned a turn and flew directly in the direction where Henry was. Then they fell from the sky and turned into pale young men and women. Among them, the leading men gently sorted them out. The tousled hair and purple cloak were blown, and then he stepped forward and bowed very politely.

"I'm very sorry to keep you in this area for so long, distinguished guest. Because of the sunshine, we can only come out after dark. The host asked me to present this gift. I hope you won't mind it." As he said, he offered a book engraved with weird patterns in his hands.

I saw on the cover it was written in ancient Nati language:

To mortals who possess the power of creation and destruction-Henry Angome.

The signature below is also in Netheril text. Although it reads a little awkwardly, it is translated into lingua franca as Lavaux.

Obviously, the wizard king has learned of the hidden power in Henry's soul through some channels, and it is quite certain that he will visit today. It is as if the whole world cannot escape the control of this old guy. Just think about it. All make people feel scalp numb.

"Your Excellency Ravok is waiting for me?" Henry asked in a low voice, pretending to be inadvertent, and took the book and opened the first page.

The male vampire nodded with a smile: "Yes, the host notified us a month ago to pay attention to people who have recently gone up the mountain, saying that a young man with silver hair and silver eyes will be visiting, and he ordered us to invite you. Sit in the tomb."

"A month ago?" Henry's face instantly became a little ugly.

He hadn't come up with the idea of ​​visiting here a month ago. How did Lavok come to this conclusion?

Prophecy magic?

Empirical judgment?

Or does he have the ability to predict the future?

Henry fell into thinking for a while. Even the book in hand records countless spells invented by Lavok, and he didn't even bother to read it, even if most of these spells have been lost. And it has great research and reference value.

The vampires waiting next to them are like sculptures, always maintaining a posture with a faint smile on their faces, neither urging nor reminding, but just standing in place and waiting silently. They have obviously received extremely professional training, which can be seen from the eyelids without blinking.

"If this is the opportunity to lead the way, I happen to have a lot of things that I want to ask the Lord Ravoque for advice."

After a long time, Henry finally broke the silence. Because there is not much knowledge about the outer planes. So he couldn't think of any weird abilities, or items that could predict what would happen in a month, so he could only ask in person.

"Of course, please come with me." The male vampire made a please gesture, and then took the lead and walked ahead.

After ten minutes of walking, the group came to the entrance of the tomb of the sorcerer, a huge courtyard hidden inside the mountain, which happened to be located in the middle of a steep rock wall on the side of the mountain. There are dense pine trees on both sides, so it is very well hidden. It is no wonder that I haven't found it after searching for so long.

When Henry was about to activate the flying technique, the vampire hurriedly stopped his behavior: "Please don't use any spells. From the bottom of the cliff to the entrance, all are dead magic areas. All magic, divine arts, and special items are here. They all fail. Even legendary magic is no exception."

"Oh? Is it naturally formed, or has it been modified?" Henry's eyes lit up with a very interested expression.

The vampire smiled apologetically and explained: "Sorry, I don't know. This has existed before I was born. The owner has not mentioned this. If you are interested, you can ask in person."

"Interesting. No wonder that after so many years, no second person can find the entrance to the tomb of the sorcerer. I should have thought of it. Apart from the dead magic area, what else can block the prophetic magic. But don't worry, this A little problem doesn't bother me." Henry showed a playful smile, followed by mobilizing the creative power in his body, and instantly attracted a large amount of primitive magic around him.

"No! Stop it! You can't do this!"

The male vampire could no longer maintain a polite posture, and yelled out of silence, and even boundless fear was revealed in his scarlet eyes. He could feel the wild magic energy being gathered more and more and more and more tyrannical, and perhaps a terrifying explosion will occur in the next second, and the entire mountain may collapse with it.

Henry stretched out a finger and shook it lightly and said: "Don't be excited, I just want to use my own method to pass through the entrance. I believe that Your Excellency will also be willing to see a wonderful performance~www.ltnovel.com~ isn't it? ?"

As soon as the voice fell, he detonated the energy group directly above the dead magic area. A large amount of wild magic suddenly filled the entire space. Although an unknown force was repelling them, this time was for a legend. Enough for the caster.

Henry smiled and snapped his fingers, disappeared instantly, and appeared at the entrance of the tomb in just a second. Even without the magic net, relying only on the chaotic primitive magic, he still completed the precise short The distance teleportation fully demonstrated his superb magical attainments.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the inside of the cave: "Very great, this is the best teleportation I have seen since I came here. It is really hard to imagine that you have mastered such power at such an age. You are like a kid who has just learned to walk. Come on, come to my underground palace. I look forward to this meeting more and more now."

"It really surprised me to get the compliment from the Lord of the Wizard King. I also look forward to meeting you very much, and I still have many questions I want to answer here." Henry bowed slightly into the depths of the cave. Bow said. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)