Chapter 350 Larocque’s Chessboard
More than ten flashes of deep red and bright green appeared in the vast white mist.
The dazzling light rolled in the white mist, seeming to be angered by the blue-white cracks.
In the blink of an eye, with rays of light similar to teleportation circles flashing one after another, Beno Lich appeared in the sight of Brian and Ilseveri one by one.
The Benoy Liches opened their eyes wide in confusion, as if they didn’t understand what was going on. One after another, like a group of curious babies, they turned their heads and stared at Brian and then stretched out their arms. He took out his dry blue arm and raised it.
They did not point to Brian and Ilseveri, but to the largest red-green crack in the thick white fog.
With the movements of the Beno Liches, the cracks they pointed to split straight out of the fog, like a giant clam reluctantly opening its shell.
Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched and weird wailing sound came from their arms. When the sound reached the edge of the gradually widening crack, it instantly resonated hugely.
"This sound sounds really weird." Brian's expression darkened slightly, and he looked at the female elf beside him, "What on earth is going on?"
Beno Liches are all undead creatures transformed from elves and belong to the rare good or neutral camp. Their purpose of staying in the material world is mainly to protect the elven civilization.
At this moment, there were so many elves and lichs suddenly appearing in front of him. It was a bit difficult for Brian to understand. He secretly guessed that Ilseveri beside him might understand the reason.
After all, she is a high elf born on Everjum Island and the leader of the expeditionary force. Naturally, she has a deeper understanding of elf civilization.
"Yes, I am the one who has the most say at this time." Ilseveri looked at the Beno Liches thoughtfully, as if she had thought of something, her face slightly changed. After a change, he said to him:
“This is the mysterious song that protects Mis Drannor. It is this strange song that attracts all the supreme guards guarding the Tower of Wind Song. , It seems that something must have happened to Mis Drannor, I have an ominous premonition."
Brian frowned: "You are not talking nonsense, since you entered the world of the magic network. From that moment on, this ominous premonition has been lingering in my mind.”
Hearing his complaints, the female elf rolled her eyes.
Brian ignored it. He suddenly realized a problem.
The storm brought them to this world where time flows very fast. Could it be a conspiracy of the followers of the Lost Lady?
If that were the case, it would be terrible.
They took advantage of this period to use the restored floating city to launch an attack on the Kingdom of Cormyr, which has made Brian feel very troublesome, and now it seems that they are still plotting deep in the ruins of Myth Drannor. The Tower of Windsong.
The Tower of Wind Song was the highest magic academy during the elves' former Cormanthor Empire, and had trained countless high elven mages.
Even though the elves abandoned Myth Drannor and turned it into ruins, and most people moved to the distant Evermeet Island, the Tower of Windsong still has many people that the elves call the 'Supreme One'. Guarded by the Beno Lich.
Now it seems that the followers of the Lost Lady are likely to plot something again.
What is there in the Tower of Wind Song that can attract their attention?
For Brian, this is completely blank.
Because these were things beyond the plot of the game, he could only quickly speculate in his mind on the stories that might happen next.
It is said that there is another set of Nese scrolls hidden deep in the Tower of Wind Song, which are completely preserved in the form of golden beech wood.
If this is the case, then the purpose of Shar Church is probably this set of Nese Scrolls.
It’s just their purpose of seizing the scroll of Nese, and what is it for?
Just when Brian was confused, a bang and a bright flash interrupted his thoughts.
He saw the group of motionless steel warriors turning around to face the crack, trampling on the smoking remains of the lich on the ground, and walked over.
“I suddenly remembered something.” Ilsevere, who was guarding Brian with a sword, observed vigilantly while saying depressedly:
“Originally, I She didn't plan to come to Shadow Valley for support, and only sent Severil. I was resting in the Tangled Tree of Cormanthor, and then Storm suddenly appeared and asked me to voluntarily go with her. Who still remembers why I did it. Coming..."
Brian ignored the elf's nonsense. He saw a figure coming out of the cracks in the green flames.
This tall, dark and terrifying shadow stands motionless in the center of the ripples of the power of the Mystery, seemingly covered in the looming and circling ripples. The energy is endlessly changing the strange... shape.
In the swirling Mystic Magic, the lich became obviously darker and taller.
It stared silently at Brian and Ilseveri. Compared with the lich they had seen before, this lich was more complete and powerful. It looked like a powerful A black-robed wizard, but his skin color is paler than that of an undead creature.
"By the grace of the Seldarine gods, at this time, let Mystara protect me." Ilsevere murmured: "Don't tell me that this guy is Larok. "
"No!"
Brian replied calmly, feeling the female elf's doubtful gaze, and said in an uncertain tone, "How should I say, at least I saw him. It was not like this.”
"When it's all over, my friend Brian."
At this time, Ilseveri was still in the mood to joke, "If Mystra gives us a chance to talk, I hope we can talk from now on." I heard some answers from your mouth, I believe you will tell me."
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Brian smiled: "Then let me give you a good word."
At this moment, the Iron Warriors clicked and rushed towards the black-robed Lich. They passed by Brian and met in front of the shadow.
It seems that this suddenly appeared Lich is a head taller than the tallest among the Iron Warriors.
“Have you seen it?” Brian looked at the Beno Lich floating around the black-robed Lich with a reluctant expression on his face, and said to the female elf, “It is these people who were forcibly summoned. The energy surging around Benoy Lich made this black-robed lich appear in front of us. "
"So we have to stop Benoy Lich." Ilseveri held on to the ancients. Elf Divine Sword gritted his teeth and said:
“No matter whether they are the supreme guards of the Tower of Wind Song or not, and no matter what they want to do, they can only provide energy to the black-robed bad guy, so they must be stopped! "
"It seems that your mind is quite clear." Brian looked at her unexpectedly.
Along with a scream, a large ball of silver flame suddenly shot out from the thick white mist.
The moment the silver flame went out, the lich's spell actually took effect.
A silver fireball as big as a basin, trailing behind, whirred and hit the body of the leading steel warrior first.
"Boom!"
In the roar of the fireball, the raging heat wave rushed towards the face, and the steel warrior was blown to pieces like a fragile puppet.
"F*ck!"
Seeing this situation, Ilseveri stopped her mocking smile and couldn't help but uttered a curse word in a low voice.
"Damn it! The spell actually works, Mystra will cry when she sees it."
She yelled: "Who can tell me, what is going on? No. Do you want me to believe Mystra? Why is my spell useless? Why can this lich cast spells?"
No one paid attention to the cursing female elf, followed by two loud noises. The two steel warriors were shattered into pieces, and Brian hurriedly dragged the grumpy elf to the ground.
At this time, anyone who is a wizard apprentice can see that the reason why this powerful lich can release magic is precisely the energy provided by the group of controlled Beno lichs.
In the white space, deadly steel fragments were flying everywhere. Brian saw a gear bounce on the ground in the fog, and then disappeared silently, as if it was stuck in the mud.
The next spell had no silver flames at all. The thick white fog was blown away by the turbulent air waves. Four spheres were quickly shot into the advancing group of steel warriors, making a deafening explosion and a powerful Dazzling fire.
"Very good." Ilseveri finally calmed down and looked at the shattered Iron Warrior, "At least we are already lying down. It will be easy to die lying down."
Voice Just as it fell, the second meteor shower rumbled, debris fell like rain, and twisted gear parts flew everywhere without a trace.
Brian and Ilseveri stood up from the ground. He looked at the black smoke and the drifting fog, and whispered: "I have to say, this hand is really beautiful..."
Then, He suddenly felt the black-robed wizard locking his cold gaze on him. In the blink of an eye, four spheres appeared in the mist, dragging dazzling sparks and shooting towards him.
——"Curse Fire Vortex!"
Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately activated the Curse Fire, and two whirlpools of flames shining with blue and white flames rose from the ground, hissing. He rushed towards the four spheres.
The moment the sphere hit the cursed fire vortex, the flames of the vortex were like dry wood meeting a fierce fire, suddenly rising to nearly twice its height.
And Brian also instantly felt an extremely hot energy rushing through his body, as if he had been suddenly thrown into the scorching heat to bake.
He immediately realized that this was a warning that the cursed fire energy was approaching the critical point. If he continued like this, he would very likely end up exploding to death.
Thinking of this, Brian endured the pain that was like a flame burning his body. In the blink of an eye, he used all his strength and mental awareness to control the rising curse fire vortex and pushed it towards Black robed lich.
“It turned out to be cursed fire!”
Feeling the roaring two tornado-like pillars of fire rushing towards me, the black-robed lich clung to the pale skin of his bones. Wrinkly Pi was slightly startled, and then with a thought, the two Beno Liches closest to him were instantly seized by a terrifying force, turned into a silvery-white magical energy, and integrated into the body of the black-robed Lich. Inside.
When the flame vortex approached, the black-robed lich suddenly burst out with a surge of energy, colliding with the vortex and making a violent explosion.
There was a deafening roar.
In an instant, a terrifying wave of air spread from the center of the explosion.
Whether it was the Lich and the Beno Lich, or Brian and Ilseveri, they were all thrown away and fell heavily to the ground.
“This time, let’s see if you have any other means to block my attack.” The black-robed Lich’s shriveled chest heaved as he fell to the ground, breathing heavily like a broken bellows. . He floated up from the ground at a slow speed, looked at Brian who was struggling to get up, and sneered, "Don't you feel uncomfortable with the overload of curse fire? It doesn't matter. Next, I will let you experience the explosion of your body and death." ”
Brian was helped up from the ground by Ilseveri beside him. Just as the other party said, the feeling was indeed very uncomfortable, so much so that his whole body still seemed to be roasted by flames. It felt like it was being roasted and made him miserable.
If he hadn't relied on his strong consciousness to persist, he would have fainted on the spot.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
With the lich's sneer, four washbasin-sized energy light balls condensed and formed in his hands, seemingly to impress the two of them. Feeling the coming of death, the ball of light rose to the top of the Lich's head at a slow speed, and then floated towards the two of them like a floating balloon.
But in Brian's opinion, this was more like a sign of the black-robed lich losing his strength. It was obvious that the cursed fire explosion just now also caused him severe damage.
"It looks like we have to say goodbye forever, my friend." Looking at the approaching ball of light, Ilsevili's face was as pale as paper, and she whispered desperately, "I didn't expect that it would happen in this way. Return to the Kingdom of Avandor.”
Brian stood calmly, staring at the approach of the death sphere.
He knew that the two of them had been locked by the ball of light. There was no point in avoiding it and it would only be a waste of energy. He had to find a way to resist.
This was the second time in the world of the magic network that he experienced death coming so close to him. Even so, he did not give up and was prepared to fight to the death.
When four washbasin-sized energy spheres floated above their heads, the spheres flashed—a precursor to an explosion.
Brian immediately prepared to forcibly activate the curse fire again, but then the energy ball suddenly stopped and then spun in vain.
This strange situation made Brian and the Lich look puzzled at the same time.
When he raised his head, he suddenly discovered that at some point above the four energy spheres, four silver spheres had appeared, like the bright moon, emitting a faint silver glow.
The faint shimmer of the light ball fell down like moonlight, wrapping the Lich's energy ball and forcibly controlling it.
These spheres also had long wakes, floating over from where Storm and Xinbu were before.
The buzzing threads loomed, the silver balls were like clenched fists, and the Lich's four meteors disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.
At the same time, many buzzing silver threads shot out from the two threads, intertwined into a large net, and rushed towards Brian and Ilsevelli.
Then, a crimson flash erupted under the silver light, and the Lich's expression showed a trace of panic. He stood next to the threads and glared at them fiercely.
"Who can tell me what is going on?" Ilsevere murmured to herself.
Brian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had to say that the feeling of surviving the disaster was really refreshing.
The lich turned his head and glared at Ilseveri, and shot out magic power from his fingers again, trying to attack the female elf, but the suspended silver ball of light emitted a dazzling light and blocked it.
At this time, there was a bigger flash and roar from behind the sudden wall.
The white thread began to twist outwards, and the black shadow of the lich was frightened and quickly retracted, trying to attack the thread where the storm was previously.
But the silk thread strangely grew an arm. No, it stretched out the arm of the storm, and released countless silver threads, wrapping the lich like a spindle and holding it tightly.
The face of Storm, the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, was also revealed. Her eyes were closed tightly, her expression looked painful and twisted, and the blood vessels on her neck were protruding like blades.
At the same time, the lich who was entangled in the thread was struggling desperately.
Bryan dragged his tired body, and Ilseveri ran over quickly, and stabbed the Lich's body with two sharp swords at the same time.
With the sound of the sharp blade inserting into the shriveled flesh and blood, the Lich let out a painful wail, and the silver thread wrapping around him suddenly shimmered, causing him to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Lich trembled all over, trying in vain to turn around and catch Storm, while it continued to melt, and its fingers turned into long, curved claws, as long as Brian's arms.
The moment Storm tightened her slender fingers into a fist, the Lich was like a crushed egg, shattered in an instant, and finally completely collapsed and dissipated into the air, leaving only Storm shaking all over her body. She seemed to be exhausted. All the strength, sweat dripping, panting.
"Storm!" Ilsevili shouted and ran towards her, "Tell me, what on earth is this..."
Storm shook his head and tried hard to speak, The result was just a gasp, "I want to summon..."
Before she could finish her words, she was overwhelmed by intense trembling.
Finally, she waved Ilseveri away, then sank back into the thread, turning into a smooth white substance again.
Looking at the disappearing storm, the female elf's expectant expression froze on her face, and then her plump chest rose and fell rapidly. At this moment, she looked like a female leopard on the edge of rage.
"I..."
Ilseveri was about to curse angrily when Brian suddenly patted her on the shoulder, interrupting her.
"She's back." He pointed over there.
He means that the thin, beautiful elf with blue hair is back.
She stepped out of a crack and raised an arm to point at the Benor Lich.
It disappeared.
She raised her arm again, and another one disappeared.
Then she pointed to the next Benor Lich.
In this way, she successively dispersed a dozen Beno Liches and the power of the Mystery Chain they chanted, and then a dozen more red and green mouths appeared in the mist.
After she disappeared in an instant, more lichs came out of the new cracks, their palms spread out, and their wide eyes looking around in panic.
These lichs ignored Brian and Ilseveri at all, and only looked at the few remaining Benoy lichs that had not been dispersed, as if they did not exist.
Then, the lichs uttered various curses, exchanged gloomy looks with each other, and then began to cast spells - to be precise, the spells cast when the Benor lich appeared.
Brian immediately watched all this with vigilance, and forcibly grabbed Ilsevili's left hand to tell her not to be impulsive and to prevent her from dealing with the newly emerged lich.
At this moment, he has gradually gotten rid of the aftereffects of the curse fire load. He is still capable of fighting against these lichs. He is curious about what these lichs who ignore them are going to do. .
The spell released by the lich was a strange magic that Brian was not familiar with.
When the spell is cast, the floating mist around them disperses, revealing an endless world of white silk, as well as a glittering silver net covering around them and above their heads.
A few lichs stood there warily without moving. They narrowed their eyes and stared at the net fiercely.
The rest of the lichs are still casting spells, and waves of light are like will-o'-the-wisps, searching around the thread.
“There are too few Benorlichs.”
A lich roared, his voice full of doubts, "What happened to them, where did they go?"
It gestured in the direction of Brian and the two, "These bugs should not be dealt with. A few Beno lichs are the ones, what’s going on?”
Even Ilseveri, whose hearing was obviously stronger than Brian’s, couldn’t hear the witches nearby clearly. What the demon answered was that it was shouting angrily.
Although Brian couldn't hear clearly what the lich said loudly next, there was a gentle and sweet whisper that penetrated his ears.
It was the female elf who welcomed them here who was speaking. He was almost certain that the elf was...
Ilseveri also heard the warm whisper, which made Brian vaguely feel that this mysterious female elf had established a spiritual link with the two of them.
Because at this moment Brian felt Ilsevili's thoughts.
Her thoughts are like a bright and sharp sword, and she has a strong desire to rebuild Myth Drannor, as if the capital of the elven empire has returned to its former prosperity.
In this way, the two people's thoughts began to collide with each other in the spiritual space. Brian forced himself to stay calm so as not to reveal more of his inner thoughts to Ilseveri.
"I need you to fight against Larok's minions. Please, without their magic, they are just walking zombies." The gentle voice of the mysterious female elf sounded.
"Laloc? We can't defeat Laroc!" Ilsevere said depressedly, her voice full of doubt. "They have lost their magic, and we have also lost our magic. Without magic, we can't defeat so many lichs!"
"Oh, you can." The whisper responded confidently: "Believe me, with my help and what Xinbu is about to give you, you will definitely be able to defeat them."< br>
"What about Larok? If he comes out, how will you protect us?" Brian asked the question he was most worried about.
He has already experienced the danger of being infinitely close to death twice in the realm of the magic network. Naturally, he does not dare to face Larocque, an old man with unfathomable strength.
“Don’t worry, he won’t show up.”
The mysterious female elf's sweet and melodious voice contained a slightly playful smile, which gave Brian the illusion that she was winking at him mischievously:
"Laloc and Tyra Like Mante, they are all playing a big game. This is just one of Laroc's thousands of chess pieces. He is too calm in every move and will never risk showing up unless he thinks he will lose the Lich. The price is too high to accept such a fate.”
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(End of this chapter)