Chapter 351 An ominous premonition
Dusk falls.
In Myrcella's eyes endowed with mysterious power by the Eye of Insight, a drama of light and shadow woven from magical illusions is slowly unfolding.
She witnessed the distant floating city of Sacross, revealing its unknown side in this change of light and shadow.
The shadow people are like a silent symphony orchestra. In a deep and peculiar way, they quietly cover the shadow energy bodies like flowing shadow blankets like layers of curtains. on this majestic city.
Through the narrow gaps that have not been swallowed by the shadows, a clear picture comes into view: the square located in the heart of the Floating City is vast and boundless. It seems to be the stage of the city's soul, carrying countless secrets and legends.
The central area of the square is like a mysterious circular altar, surrounded by daunting sculpture groups. These eerie statues are covered with shadow ribbons that flow like night, standing proudly in polished obsidian urns that shine with cold luster, silently telling their past glory and endless sorrow.
In front of the sculptures of Shadowmen warriors and Shadowmen mage sculptures, the inscriptions are like ever-changing galaxies, constantly flashing, disappearing and reborn. They weave streams of magical information in the void, seemingly revealing to the world. It represents the city’s deep source of power.
At the same time, dark creatures of various shapes such as shadows, ghosts, and gargoyles are wandering silently within their sphere of influence, like residents in a black dream. They shuttle through the city and are shadowed by the shadows. The shrouded corner added an indescribable and mysterious atmosphere.
Particularly eye-catching are the rare shadow walkers, which have multiple twisting and wriggling limbs like tentacles, adding a touch of exotic color to this mysterious city.
The entire floating city, which had long since broken free from the shackles of the earth's gravity and soared into the clouds, was immersed in a strange silence.
This kind of tranquility not only makes people feel the otherworldly peace and tranquility, but also makes people feel shivers down their spines and awe because of its hidden mystery and unknown.
This floating city is like an unfinished poem, floating quietly in the sky, immersed in a deep and unique perfect silence, as if time and space have solidified at this moment, forming It creates a quiet and fantastic picture.
The entire floating city is surrounded by a faint halo, which is a kind of tranquility that transcends the mundane world and is otherworldly. People can't help but yearn for it, as if the soul has been purified and sublimated.
However, behind this peace and tranquility, there is a hint of unspeakable weirdness and horror. Those towers, streets and building complexes that stood silently, although bathed in the soft moonlight, seemed to hide some unknown power, which made people shiver down their spines, and the chill went straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
The whispers of the breeze in the gaps between every stone road in the city, the quiet changes in the clouds at the top of every spire, and even the seemingly absent ancient echoes in the misty air, all silently tell the loneliness and eternity of this floating world.
This tranquil and creepy feeling is intertwined, just like a wordless poem, painting a solemn and mysterious picture, which makes everyone who is lucky enough to witness its elegance deeply moved. The ground was shaken by it, and I will never forget it for a long time.
In the long silence of the wizard tower meeting room, snow particles hit the windows, and a strange and shrill wind sounded. Myrcella raised her head. She thought she heard the hoarse cries of ravens and crows, but that was Just the sound of wind and snow.
“They are setting up the shadow curtain.”
In the conference room, Elder Arad from Halua was the first to break the silence. He brushed aside his hair with a finger wearing a black onyx ring and pressed Living in the temple, "If the floating city lands in Mokou Town, we cannot afford to be enveloped by the shadow curtain."
Hearing this, the others said nothing.
Durnan, the mage of Waterdeep, was lying in an armchair, staring at the beer glass on his belly. After investigating the mysterious disappearance of Tiffanyton, he was ordered by Lady Lyla to stay in the desert. Kouzhen until the scars of the magic network are completely repaired.
Azala and Severil, two young men who had just arrived, turned their heads to the window while the other looked at the murals on the wall.
Opposite the two of them sat Sandra Cote, the royal mage of Cormyr. He had a long white beard and penetrating eyes, scanning the other participants in this meeting.
The most relaxing thing in the meeting was Ms. Polaris who transformed into a mature female form. She was swinging the sapphires on the necklace hanging on her plump chest with great interest. Her beautiful and sexy lips were not exposed. Smile.
"If you want to resist the attack of the floating city." Arad continued: "You must find a way to break their shadow curtain."
Myrcella nodded in agreement. If the magic of the floating city is not connected, The barrier cannot be broken, and there is indeed no qualification to claim that it can be defeated.
Brian told her that Elder Arad was best at breaking magic barriers, so she could feel that since the other party had spoken first, he must have thought of a good way.
"In the era of Netheril." Ms. Polaris spoke, "Any magic barrier in the floating city is basically based on the ten-ring spell "Lefbo's Weaving Mystery Lock". I have already observed it. , and apparently so does the Shadow Curtain of Thacross. "
"In this case, it will be easier to handle. "Arad looked relieved when he heard this, and then said: "If Madam is willing to let me refer to the research information on this spell, I may be able to think of a way to deal with the shadow curtain. ”
"Of course there is no problem with this."
Ms. Polaris smiled slightly, "It's just that, as a descendant of Netheril, I think you should know that the reason why "Lefber's Weaving Mystery Lock" can The fundamental reason why it can be maintained permanently like the constancy spell is because it is connected to the Deep Demonic Network, while Thacross's Shadow Curtain is connected to the Shadow Demonic Network. Excuse me, do you know about Shadow Demon Network? ”
The words of Ms. Polaris caused the meeting to fall into a long silence again.
The Shadow Demon Web was created by Shar during the eternal war between the Lost Lady Shar and the Moon Lady Suellen. Created by the Goddess Er to fight against the goddess Mystara, the goddess of magic, the ally of the Goddess Selun.
If the Magic Network is a large network spread across the material world, consisting of network channels that transmit spellcasting energy, then the Shadow Demon. The net is the mesh of this net.
These two types of ley lines provide two completely different methods of casting spells.
The most important thing is that the Lost Lady Shar has a firm control over the power and secrets of the Shadow Web, and only a few people know of its existence.
Thinking of this, Myrcella's expression changed, and she finally realized the true purpose of some of the items that Brian gave to her before leaving for the realm of the magic web.
"Brian has already obtained the information about the Shadow Demon Network from the Prince of Shadows in advance." Myrcella waved her hand, and three books with black covers and shadows appeared on the table. At the same time, there are two dark purple crystal fragments.
“These two crystals are artifact fragments that are closely connected to the Shadow Demon Network. They may be particularly helpful to your research.”
When everyone saw the items on the table, except Azara and Severil, who were not spellcasters, they all showed surprised expressions.
"Are these fragments of the Shadow Stone?" Arad stared at the two fragments on the table and murmured to himself: "I have long heard that this evil shadow The Magic Web artifact was destroyed by a shadow mage in a ceremony to activate the artifact. "With the help of these Shadow Demon Web knowledge and the Shadow Stone fragments," Elder Halua's eyes changed. I have to be confident, "I am at least 90% sure that I can develop a method to counter the shadow curtain."
"But with my personal strength, it is obviously impossible to do it. After all, I am responsible for presiding over the shadow curtain." The ones behind the curtain are the two ghost princes Lamorak and Agrila." He then added: "So I need the assistance of Durnan and Sandra Cote."
"This pair. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no problem.” The Royal Mage of Cormyr was the first to express his opinion.
"In the name of Lady Lyra, the open lord of Waterdeep City, I am willing to fully assist you in resisting the Shadow People's attack." The portal boss of Skull Port looked away from the beer glass and said.
"This puts me at ease." Myrcella smiled and looked at Ms. Polaris, "Then I will trouble you to help them understand the mystery of "Lefubo's Weaving Mystery Lock" as soon as possible. "
Ms. Polaris nodded slightly.
"What about the two of us? What do we do? " Azara and Severil asked.
"Cracking the shadow curtain of Sacros does not mean winning this war. Myrcella said, "I hope that your two Excellencies can lead their own troops and assist Mokou Town to fight against the coalition forces of the Shadow People and the Kingdom of Sembia." ”
"No problem." Severil nodded, "As long as you don't let me stay with these boring old wizards, even if you let me..."
"Let you stay with the Zeland Bears You are willing to fight with others, right?" Before the elf could finish his words, Azara answered with words full of ridicule.
Severil's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he glared at the other party fiercely.
After the meeting, Myrcella returned to the study and met with Cormyr's best spy, Keveril, alone.
This is a woman wearing a silver chainmail shirt, with silver hair tied into a refreshing ponytail. She leaned over slightly and said: "Madam, you asked me to secretly give it to Mirabetta, the female commander of Sambia. The letter has been successfully delivered to her. ”
Myrcella nodded slightly, but doubts and curiosity quietly appeared in her eyes.
In fact, she did not arrange this letter, but Brian asked her to do it. As for the content of the letter and its purpose, she had no idea at all.
Brian told her that the ritual in this letter might have unexpected effects in the Kingdom of Sambia.
"Is there anything strange about Sacros?" Myrcella came back to her senses and asked.
“Revalan, the eldest prince of the City of Shadows, has returned.” A trace of fear appeared on Keveril’s beautiful face, “This Prince of Shadows has changed too much. If I hadn’t reacted in time, I would have almost lost my life. Just be killed by him.”
When Myrcella heard this, her expression suddenly became solemn, "What's going on specifically?"
She had received a message from Brian in advance, asking her to pay attention to Revalan's movements. Now, the long-lost prince suddenly appears in the material world, apparently hiding some terrible secret.
Kevril is a legendary shadow reader. He masters a secret technique that perfectly integrates psychic energy and shadow. Although he does not have considerable combat ability, he can hide She was extremely good at hiding and hiding, but now she felt a hint of fear in the other party's words.
“I’m not sure.” Kevril shook her head in distress and whispered: “In short, I felt a power similar to the shadow priesthood in him.”
Shadow Priesthood!
Myrcella was finally unable to maintain a calm and calm attitude and showed an incredulous expression. Naturally, she knew a little bit about the history of Master, the God of Thieves.
The power of the Shadow Priesthood suddenly appeared on the Prince of Shadows.
This war made her quite confident, but with the appearance of the ghost prince Revalan, she obviously felt tremendous pressure.
Now it seems that she can only pray secretly that Caradna can get a good harvest when she takes Hisaya to the Sea of Chaos.
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“Ask again!” Ilsevelli yelled: “I want to know what is going on.”
Brian felt inside his head There was silence, and apparently the mysterious voice disappeared again.
“Damn it, it seems I have to learn to stop making a fuss.” The female elf who got no response said depressedly:
“I thought I chose to leave Everlasting Gathering before. The purpose of venturing out on the island is to live a life without being controlled by others. But do you feel that it is so stupid to be an adventurer, just like a demon who obeys orders and follows the rules and is at the mercy of others. "
"It's true."
Brian couldn't help but look at her, smiled and said he felt the same as her.
Ilseveri did not smile, she glared at him and said viciously: "Do you want to blow up all the lichs with me?"
"Your magic doesn't work. "Did you forget?" Brian reminded.
"Then I will chop them all into pieces with my sword, what do you think?"
Ilseveri said, striding towards the nearest lich. As she walked, she held the ancient elven divine sword tightly in her hand.
As the female elf's anger level continues to soar, this artifact seems to be responding to the owner's mood, flashing a faint white flame.
The silver whiskers transformed from the Demonic Network flowed behind her, gathered into strands, and spun into circles, surrounding every Beno Lich and releasing some kind of complex and strange magic power.
The power of the Mysterious Lock flows with golden light again.
Elseveri obviously didn't notice at all, and the lichs completely ignored the future elf queen.
When she approached the target and pierced the opponent's body with a sword, the lichs in front of her who were approaching the lich group still did not stop. They did not care about Ilsevili chopping up the lichs behind her, and the fragments of their limbs disappeared. The white earth beneath their feet.
Seeing this situation, Ilseveri strode towards the next lich without hesitation.
Brian looked thoughtfully at the lichs who were casting spells, and had no choice but to quickly follow her footsteps.
In the center of each circle, the magical light rises upward, forming an emerald green ring phantom, rotating around the motionless Benoy Lich at various angles.
The golden power of the Mystery Chain was transferred into these haloes, and the lich's long spider-tentacle-like fingers cast complex spells, causing the green and gold halos to rise to the height of their heads, rising, Rotating, getting brighter and brighter...
"What are they doing?" Brian muttered.
He found that these lichs completely ignored the attacks of the two men and allowed them to kill their companions without paying any attention to them.
After Ilseveri eliminated another lich, she ran to him and shrugged with a smile: "You are the only one among us who is a wizard. Do you need to ask me?"
Brian responded quickly. He was still more than ten steps away from the lich he was chasing, and the lich was less than half way away from the Benoy lich shrouded in an undead aura.
At this time, the emerald green halos above the heads of the lichs suddenly glowed with a familiar crimson color, and gradually widened into bright green.
In the light was another Benor Lich, blinking in surprise as it landed among the lich group.
Immediately afterwards, the power of the Mystery Chain pulled its raised arm until golden ripples flowed from its fingers, and its original panic expression disappeared.
Brian frowned: "Another Benor Lich has been attracted here!"
"Soon, all the Mysteries in Faerûn will be guarded." Ilseveri looked at the cracks that opened one after another above the heads of the lich group, trying to launch a new attack.
"It seems that we shouldn't take the initiative to attack." Brian slowed down and placed the Elf Moon Blade in front of the female elf, stopping her from attacking. He said his guess, "This is very dangerous. It might kill us.”
He has already felt that every time Ilsevere kills a lich, these lichs will turn into powerful energy, adding new power to the ritual.
"As you may have guessed, doing this will indeed kill you."
The voice in their heads appeared again.
Brian looked at the Lich and the newly summoned Beno Lich, and sighed: "Are you going to reveal your identity? What are we doing here? What are they going to do?"
"It seems that you are almost driven crazy by her mysterious appearance."
Ilseveri's voice was inaudible, but her eyes were full of murderous intent. She stared at the lich in front of her and started dancing, as if she had encountered something scary, and she was yelling to remind her companions.
"Of course, wait until I cast a special spell. Larok's minions are waiting for me after wiping their necks clean." The mysterious female elf said with a smile.
Brian looked around, but did not see the flying sapphire hair, nor the petite brown elf.
“Let’s go back to Storm and Ximbu.” He suggested to Ilseveri. “I think it’s not a wise choice to be so close to the lich in this situation.”
The two of them were silent, turning around and walking back in a hurry, looking behind them from time to time.
When they were still half way from where the silver mesh was launched, they felt a weak fluctuation in their blood almost at the same time, and an uncomfortable feeling surged over them.
Then they were surprised to find that every white thread they could see began to bend slowly and rhythmically.
“No one told me what’s going on.” Ilsevili whispered, but her tone sounded more self-amusing than annoyed.
At this time, something was moving between the thick fog and the silk thread, going around and around, moving forward.
The thing was huge and heavy, but it moved silently.
It quietly picked up the lichs one by one, threw them all aside like trash, and then kneaded the golden and green halo summoned by the lich into balls of silk thread, wrapping all the Benoy lichs in it. in.
Finally, those silk thread balls fell gently from the air, bounced a few times on the ground, rolled back and forth among the threads, and finally came to rest.
Something like a rag doll fell from the thick white fog in mid-air, and almost hit Brian. He had obviously dodged it, but he dropped the Elf Moon Blade in his hand as if his body was out of control. Then step back and reach for the 'rag doll'.
‘Rag Doll’’s whole body suddenly hit Brian’s shoulder, as if he was carrying a heavy load, his body sank and he knelt down.
Immediately afterwards, Brian felt the sapphire-colored hair floating like a waterfall covering his eyes, and soft limbs resting on his chest.
The beautiful female elf appeared again. Panting, she ducked down to avoid Ilsevili's slashing sword, then caught Brian's elf moon blade and launched a counterattack.
(End of this chapter)