Chapter 270 The Self-Destructed Beholder Tyrant
The manor of Ranger Azara is located to the north of Wisteria Valley. It is the largest and most luxurious building in the entire magic demiplane. It is three stories high and made of white stone bricks. become.
Looking from a distance, when the dusk light envelopes the entire manor, it will also shine with a rose-colored luster.
Brian and Santila were the last two people to arrive at the banquet hall.
The hall is spacious and bright, with constellations painted on the ceiling and polished walls sparkling under the light of star-shaped chandeliers.
Bright wisteria garlands adorned every window, and tables were stocked with a variety of sumptuous hors d'oeuvres and drinks.
Brian saw from a distance that Azara, disguised as a beholder, was standing in the center of the hall. As introduced by the villagers, this member of the Harper Alliance was a charming ranger.
The only flaw he felt was that his handsome appearance was marred by a scar that extended from the top of his left forehead to his jaw.
Surrounding him were thirty or forty well-dressed villagers, all of whom seemed to be having a great time.
They greeted ‘Azala’ warmly and sent blessings and greetings.
Five more villagers gathered on stage to play instrumental music, a band that included a harpsichordist, a cellist, a violinist, a flutist and a fiddler.
At the same time, Brian was keenly aware that the five waiters shuttled between the crowd and the tables and chairs were not constructed creatures, but transformed into human forms through some means.
He guessed that these five waiters were probably the beholder slaves of the giant-eyed tyrant Rekni.
Within the manor's marble walls, the rooms and corridors are spacious and clean, and the decoration is luxurious but not tacky.
In order to attract as little attention as possible, he and Santila sat in an inconspicuous corner of the hall, patiently waiting for the right opportunity to take action.
"Brian, if we take action later, what will these villagers do?" Santila glanced at the crowd around her, lowered the brim of her hood, and asked in a low voice.
She is a drow elf, and she is a very eye-catching presence no matter where she is.
Despite having the cover of illusion, Brian's cautious character still tried his best not to let her show up.
"Don't worry about them." He said nonchalantly, "These are structures made of wood, not real life."
In fact, this problem lies with him When setting out for the demiplane, the Harper leader was also asked for his opinion.
Lady Storm told him that construct civilians did not bleed or feel pain like flesh-and-blood humanoids.
If a villager is killed, his true form is revealed, turning into a lifeless wooden mannequin.
After one night, the mannequin will disappear.
About a week or so, a replacement villager will be generated in the demiplane to take over the position and duties of the 'killed' villager.
Of course, if the mannequin is disintegrated or reduced to ashes, it will not be replaced and the village's population will be permanently reduced by one person.
Therefore, they don't have to worry about accidentally injuring these constructed villagers.
During the simple exchange between the two, the melodious music suddenly stopped at Azala's raised hand, causing the entire hall to become silent.
Brian observed everything silently, looking for the right opportunity to take action.
He saw Azara, disguised as a beholder, walking up to the high platform, clearing his throat, and began to speak to the dozens of constructed villagers who had already taken their seats.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to Rekni's banquet..."
Azara's words immediately caused all the constructed civilians sitting there to look at him with confused expressions.
Obviously, it is difficult for these villagers with simple procedures to understand at this time why ‘Azala’ calls itself Rekni literally.
Brian noticed that the ranger disguised as the beholder did not care about what the villagers thought of him, but continued to speak to everyone as if he wanted to give a large speech.
Seeing this, Brian's eyes showed interest.
He was curious about the purpose of the beholder's banquet at this time, whether it was to satisfy his own vanity or to play a role-playing game.
After all, with the strength of the beholder, he did not think that the other party could not detect the true identity of these villagers. In this case, he still played this game in his own way, either because he had a brain problem or to satisfy some of his evil desires. Interesting.
Actually, there are not uncommon people like this. In Brian's impression, he has even seen people marrying inflatable dolls in the real world.
"Yes, it's just as you thought." The beholder's loud voice echoed in the spacious hall, saying to everyone: "Rekni is not Azara. You must know that it is Rekni. Kni created this world and created you, and Azara is just a despicable thief who tried to corrupt this world and destroy Rekni's creation."
The villagers were talking like bees. buzzing like a swarm.
The beholder still didn't pay attention to the villagers' pointing and talking about him as before. He still straightened his back and said to himself, "Praise the 'Great Mistress' and thank the 'Great Master' The mother created a creature as perfect as Rekni.”
The beholder's voice became deeper, "The most perfect creation of the 'Great Mistress', Rekni has been hiding in the endless darkness for so long and can finally come to life again."
Publish Ryan stared at the beholder pretending to be a ranger, with a hint of surprise in his expression.
He actually felt a hint of sadness in the tone of the other person's words.
“Because in the cruel and distant past, the phaerim came, and the city of Ortur in Rekni also fell.”
“The city of Ortur? Santila looked at Brian with doubtful blue eyes, "I seem to have heard of this city somewhere. Is it located in the Dark Area?"
"Yes, this is a city that was once ruled by a beholder tyrant, located somewhere in the Dark Territory." Brian nodded slightly and explained to her, "More than two thousand years ago, in Netheril, the courage was commendable. In the year of 2007, three elders of the Felin Demon Kui overthrew the beholder rule in this city and have occupied it ever since. "
The main reason why he knows so clearly is because of his commendable courage. Many big events happened in the year.
Compared with this, the fall of the beholder's city is nothing more than child's play, with no chance of making headlines.
For example, Iolum, the elder of Nese, who has lived for thousands of years, chose to become a lich in this year and established a residence in the Underdark. It was also in this year that the two had their first documented conflict in the Enook Desert, and this paved the way for the Saren spirit to seal the Phayling.
The earth prophet Arcindor, who once assisted the Netherese people in translating the Netherese scrolls, appeared in the territory of Netheril for the last time. Before arriving at the floating city of Karsus, he also warned the first-generation magic goddess Miss. Riel is about to face his greatest challenge, one that will forever change the Netherese people's understanding of magic.
The floating city of Sacros, which the Princes of Shadows salvaged from the Sea of Fallen Stars, also successfully ascended to the sky in the year of great courage. As a result, the great arcanist Thorund who lives here is not fresh for five years. , and fell into the Sea of Falling Stars.
While chatting with Santila, Brian focused his attention on the beholder who was speaking.
"The people of Rekni were torn to pieces there, and the magic of the phaerinn destroyed the city of Ortur until their bloody bodies blocked every street in the Tyrant City. "
The beholder used a low and sad tone, showing off its former glory, "The city of Ortur once made the purple worms and illithids surrender and became their consciousness-controlled guardian. The people of Kni can easily melt rocks, carve new passages and halls into the hard rock, and slaughter drow fighting teams at will. If the armies of dark elves and the like dare to appear, they will be at their mercy.
There is Rekni's hometown. After being chased by the ruthless phaerinn and escaping the dark realm, and experiencing countless sun and moons, Rekni, the most perfect creation of the 'Great Matron', still finds it difficult to accept the fact that the city has fallen. ...Rekni misses the city of Ortur and his hometown..."
"This beholder has quite a lot of emotions. Santila smiled and asked curiously, "Brian, do you know how they reproduce?" ”
“Of course I know. "Brian looked at the drow girl with a smile in his eyes.
"In fact, the reproduction method of beholders is completed alone. They only need to reproduce the next generation through the pure spiritual realm. ”
While the beholder tyrant Rekni was tearfully telling the construct civilians how he missed his hometown and his people, Brian briefly told the curious Santila about the beholder. How do demons reproduce?
In fact, when he first learned about the beholder's reproduction method, he felt very novel.
Because the beholder has a magical power called nightmare come true.
Usually when the beholder is dreaming, a mysterious magical power will cause the environment around him to change with his dream, making the scene in the beholder's dream come true.
In some coincidental circumstances, when one beholder dreams of another beholder, its dream will distort reality and shape a real existence.
Then you can evolve into a real, flesh-and-blood beholder, and this is not a simple copy or clone.
Because the form of the new beholder will be determined by the dream of the dreaming beholder.
For example, if the beholder is thinking about what kind of girlfriend he wants to have during the day, and if he suddenly dreams of his ideal girlfriend while sleeping at night, then you can congratulate him for successfully getting him. Wanted girlfriend.
It is also possible that after a beholder experiences an encounter with a vampire or is seriously injured in a battle, he will have nightmares about blood, and then he can create something called a 'dead kiss eye' The devil's beholder.
This is a variant of the beholder with an extreme thirst for blood.
In a dream where a beholder is poisoned, sick, or has a fever, a gazer beholder will be born. Although the observation ability and size of this beholder are weakened, its IQ and personality are even the same as those of ordinary beholders. Different, but they are very sensitive to magical power, so they are willing to become the magic pets of spellcasters.
Although Brian has never seen this kind of beholder, he still suspects that the observer beholder Victor is similar to this kind of mutant beholder.
"Then what will happen if the beholder dreams of his own death at night?" Santila, who listened with interest, raised her question again.
"He will become a dead-eye tyrant who controls the energy of the dead." Brian replied, "Many beholders who are getting older will become more and more worried about the end of their lives. They are only afraid of the death-eye demon. After his dream develops into a weird angle, he will imagine what he will look like after death. Once this dream is finalized, all his flesh and blood will fall off and he will become a dead-eyed tyrant."
"No one can stop him. Rekni’s determination to regain his hometown!”
The beholder tyrant Rekni’s speech gradually became more passionate, and his loyal listeners have become more enthusiastic because of the knowledge they received from the unfamiliar field. Gradually, he fell into a state of panic, looking at him with dull eyes, looking at a loss.
"As the most perfect creation of the 'Great Mistress', Rekni is older than ordinary beholders. However, for Rekni's race, years of patient waiting and careful calculation will one day be exhausted... …But for Rekni, this day has come!”
Unconsciously, Rekni’s speech turned into self-destruction mode, and his handsome face was revealed with scars. Showing a ferocious smile:
“Rekni wants to completely control Azara and dominate his body forever, because he is not only a member of the Harper Alliance, but also the son of the chosen one of the goddess of magic. Using him, Lei Rekni can easily extract wealth at will in the valley, and let these flowing gold coins become Rekni's power to develop the demiplane and counterattack the city of Ortur..."
"Brian, this eye When will the devil talk about it?" Santila lay on the table, looking at the food on it boredly, and said gloomily, "When will we start?"
"There's no rush." Brian patiently listened to the demon's self-destruction, considered the feasibility of his plan, thought about it carefully, and finally gave up on subduing him.
Because this kind of brain disease, suffering from severe mental madness, the beholder stayed by his side, which undoubtedly planted a time bomb.
"Then let's ignore him and fill our stomachs first." Santila picked up the wine on the table and filled their glasses.
Brian then noticed that all the food at the banquet was cut into small pieces and served on white plates. There were various condiments on the plates on the side. Dip to your own taste.
Seeing this, he had to admit that although this beholder tyrant looked crazy, he was still very good at preparing the food for the banquet.
Not only are these foods tasty, they also look very delicious. For example, salted chicken, snake eggs, mosquito bites, and vegetable barbecued frog legs are all delicacies he has tasted before.
"Rekni is the most perfect creation of the 'Great Mother'. Rekni's main eye possesses the anti-magic field ability that can be immune to all magic. No Felin Demon Sunflower can release any magic in front of Rekni... ”
While listening to the demon’s self-destruction, Brian tasted the food with relish.
The glasses of the two touched slightly, and the drow girl's eyes were filled with a sweet smile.
Just when they were enjoying their meal, the entire banquet hall suddenly became eerily quiet, and even the air seemed to solidify in line with the atmosphere.
Brian slowly put down his wine glass and noticed from the corner of his eye that everyone's eyes were locked on the two of them.
"Outlander, who are you? Who invited you here? What are you doing here?" The beholder tyrant Rekni asked loudly with a slightly crazy voice.
"You can do it now." Brian ignored it, calmly picked up the napkin and wiped his hands, and said to Santila that the legendary staff had appeared in the palm of his hand.
Santilla jumped up from the chair impatiently, flipped over the table in front of her, shook her head and dropped her hood, her thick white hair falling down.
I saw the Elf Winter Moon Bow in her hand pointing at the Beholder Tyrant, with a playful smile on her lips, "Can't you tell? Big eyes, we are here to cause trouble."
(End of this chapter)