Chapter 368 People of Black Blood


Chapter 368 People of Black Blood

The Nese scroll in the form of golden beech wood has been stolen.

Brian finally grasped the key point of the problem from the nagging words of the Elf Ghost God.

He couldn't help but frowned when he heard the unexpected news.

Although his main purpose of coming here this time was to find traces of the 'Earth Prophet' Asindo, when he learned that there was a chance to get another complete set of Nese scrolls, he still held a little hope in his heart. expected.

Now it seems that the little calculation in my heart is likely to come true.

After all, it can be judged from the words of the Elf Ghost that this set of Nese Scrolls was stolen at least half a year ago.

What happened half a year ago?

Six months ago, in order to repair the magic network, he and the female leader of the Elf Expeditionary Force, Ilseveri, were still trapped in the world of the magic network. They gave Storm and Xinbu time to repair and jointly resisted the magic network. Locke attempts to control the machinations of the Benorlich.

Benoy Lich?

Could it be...

Mentioning the Beno Lich, Brian looked startled, and with his sober mind, he suddenly realized something.

In the society of elves, transforming oneself into a lich means permanently cutting off the connection with the divine kingdom of Avandor. They will swear to stay in the material world for life and serve the interests of elves. , forever giving up the chance to return to the Kingdom of God.

Therefore, the elves who become Beno Lich will undoubtedly be extremely respected by their tribesmen, calling them: Supreme Guard.

If there is any place where there are the most Benorlich, it must be Myth Drannor, the former capital of the Elf Empire.

As for Brian's battle in the world of the Magic Network, he witnessed Larocque using some powerful secret method to forcefully summon the Beno Lich of Mis Drannor to the world of the Magic Network.

This indirectly caused some of the forbidden areas of Myth Drannor, such as the Tower of Windsong, to be emptied of defense. In addition, the departure of Silinxi, who is the guardian of the ruins, is very likely to create a problem for the enemy. You can take advantage of this opportunity.

At that time, Brian wondered whether the enemy would take advantage of Myth Drannor's empty defense to steal another set of legendary Nese Scrolls.

But at that time, he was not sure whether Mis Drannor's Tower of Windsong had a real scroll of Nese, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now it seems that this matter is very close to what he guessed. Not only did Myth Drannor have the Nese Scroll that even he coveted, but he was actually stolen by someone using this opportunity. Gone.

Brian didn't think this was a coincidence. If it wasn't a coincidence, he would have discovered to his disbelief that the Lost Lady Shar's conspiracy against the goddess of magic, Mystra, in an attempt to completely replace the Magic Web with the Shadow Web was planned. It's too long-term.

It’s just one link after another, without giving people much chance to breathe.

Now at the junction of Cormyr and Sembia, Guangze has created a dead demon zone that is ready to cover the entire swamp, and dispatched ghost assassins, causing the strongest thug of the Magic Goddess to be seriously injured and fleeing to Baator. Hell, and then join forces with the Dark Trade Network and the Drow to cause crazy trouble in the Valley of Shadows.

As everyone knows, the chaos in Shadow Valley was only implemented to cover up the realm of the Demonic Network.

The adventure in the Magic Network seems to be a great victory for Brian and others, but it is not difficult to find out through the loss of the Nese Scroll.

The conspiracy in the world of the magic network and the extremely fast flow of time are more like delaying Silinxi and other chosen people of the goddess of magic.

Of course, for the Church of the Lost Lady, it would be best if it really succeeds. If the plan in the Magic Network fails, it doesn’t matter, because they have already used this opportunity to get the treasure stored in Nether Scroll from Windsong Tower.

The only thing that Brian can't figure out is, what is the purpose of the people from Shar's Church getting the Nese Scroll?

He had a hunch that this operation by the Shar Church might be even more terrifying than Guangze and Shadow Valley, more like a desperate move.

After all, the ghost princes who fully supported the Lost Lady have died one after another, and even the floating city of Sacros was buried with them.

The power of the church in Sembia was suppressed by the female leader Mirabetta, which meant that the Lost Lady had very little power left in the material world.

If she fails to succeed this time, it is very likely that her other destined enemy, the moon goddess Su Lun, will take the opportunity to restore more divine power.

Light and darkness, one waxes and wanes, the other waxes and wanes.

If Selun's power is allowed to grow, it means that Shar's power will be weakened.

After figuring out the general context of the problem, Brian no longer bothered about the loss of the Nese Scroll, nor did he feel any sense of loss.

Although the Netherese scrolls are precious, one must have the life to see them. This set of Netherese scrolls was stolen from the Netherese people by the elves, and they preferred to be sealed in the Tower of Windsong for dozens of centuries in the form of golden beech wood. If someone is willing to check it out, if there is nothing fishy in it, he won't believe it even to death.

He looked at the elf ghost who was still sitting on the stone and asked curiously, "Since this very special tree has been lost for almost half a year, why haven't you found it yet? Someone will help you find it.”

By carefully observing some very inconspicuous footprints left on the ground, he can find that besides him, there are also other people who have been here, but there are only those who are moving forward. steps without turning back.

Of course, it can also be thought that these explorers released teleportation spells and left the place after finding nothing, or they died inside.

"I don't know." The elf ghost shook his head in confusion, "I don't know anything. I only know that the tree is very special. It was lost. A man in green clothes approached me. Tell me very sadly, let me sing this story to anyone who is willing to listen.”

Brian looked at the confused elf ghosts, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and said, "Excuse me, as far as I know, every dead elf's soul will return to the Kingdom of Avandor, why do you "The soul is stuck here?"

The ghost is nothing more than the product of an unfettered spirit that is unable to escape due to obstacles.

They have no connection with their original existence and are destined to exist in the world forever. They can only return to rest unless they fulfill their strongest remaining wishes during their lifetime. Otherwise, their only ending is that their souls will be destroyed. Destroyed and then eventually completely forgotten.

But the elf ghost in front of him gave Brian a very strange feeling.

This feeling is as if the other party did not wake up naturally, but was the product of directly stripping the soul from the body of the living through some dark ritual.

Faced with Brian's inquiry, the nagging elf ghost glanced at Brian in confusion, then said nothing, turned around silently, and the illusory figure disappeared deep into the forest as if floating in the wind.

Looking at the strange behavior of the elf ghost, Brian instinctively told himself that what the other party wanted to express should be to follow him. He looked up and looked at the place where the Elf Ghost disappeared. It was on the same road from the Tower of Wind Song, so he stood there and thought for a moment, then followed the ghost's footsteps and walked over.

Following the traces of the elf ghosts, Brian appeared in a forest filled with mist.

The black tree shadows were hidden in the deep darkness, and were covered by a veil of mist. Giant oak trees loomed eerily in the mist. The trunks were close to each other, unusually close, and the branches were twisted like claws. .

It is very quiet here, and there is an aura of death.

The giant tower-like oak tree twists upward and disappears into the thick gray fog. The withered and black crown blocks the sky, only a dead gray light seeps through, and the black puddles are like dark mirrors. Scattered on the muddy road.

There was no sound in the forest, as quiet as a deserted grave.

As Brian continued to move forward, he could feel the mist seeping from the woods, swallowing up the road behind him bit by bit.

Soon, in an impassable withered forest ahead, he saw a towering arch growing out of twisted trees, which looked hazy due to the mist.

On both sides of the arch, there are two decaying ancient war trees, standing on both sides fully armed. The upper body of the ancient tree, withered and broken due to the power of corruption, lies quietly in the wild grass at its feet.

Everything that greeted Brian here was silence and silence.

When he passed through the arch, what appeared in his sight was a gray world, and the bright sunshine could not penetrate the thick fog in the sky.

In this world like the dead, Brian saw many elves and ghosts haunting them. They seemed not to know that they were dead, and were still repeating the things they had done in their lives, as if everything seemed to be gone. Peaceful and solemn.

The elven ghosts here look like the magic apprentices of the Tower of Windsong. They wear uniforms, stroll through the corrupt muddy alleys, read tomes and parchments intently, or lie down On the withered grass, they discussed their magic homework.

Brian did not disturb the atmosphere here, but cast a "Undead Ignore Technique" on himself, and then walked through the hordes of elves and ghosts towards the depths of this university park-like area.

As he expected, he found a huge library entangled with withered and decaying vines deep in the 'park'.

It can be seen from the blackened walls of the library that have been eroded by negative energy that it was once a white tower that shined brightly in the sun.

Just as Brian was about to go to the library, he smelled a hint of death in the cold air.

He looked startled, followed the smell of decay, and soon found a wild boar corpse half hidden in the bushes.

This is a lycanthrope.

The evil aura exuded by rotting flesh lingers in the air. The stiff mouth of the dead wild boar man is opening and closing, and is emitting intermittent grunts and groans. The swollen and rotten arms and claws are scratching the ground with difficulty. crawling on the ground.

Brian looked thoughtfully at the body of the wild boar that was slowly transforming under the erosion of negative energy. After careful observation, in addition to finding many deep scars on the face that was about to rot, there were also Marks of the beast's claws were seen on its arms.

This made him instantly realize that the followers of Mara, the god of hunting, and the people of black blood, might have gotten their hands on this place through some means.

The wild boar man's fatal wound was on his neck. An extremely sharp sword cut his throat open and killed him instantly.

Brian stood there and thought for a moment, ignoring the corpse for the time being. Instead, he waved his hand in the direction of the library, used magic to clear away the vines on the door, and stepped into the library full of decay.

In his opinion, there is no more suitable place to understand the situation here than the library left by the elves.

In this musty-smelling library hall, Brian saw built-in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined up on the four walls, as well as several rows of independent bookshelves occupying the center.

When Brian walked to the middle bookshelf, he suddenly discovered that there was a dented rune on these silver bookshelves similar to the Ring of Windsong in his hand.

With a look on his face, he immediately took out the ring and pressed it on the dented rune.

"Boom!"

A magical light flashed, and along with bursts of loud noises, the bookshelf began to shake slightly, and then rained down like snowy dust.

In just a moment, a step leading to the underground appeared in front of Brian.

Regarding this unexpected discovery, Brian did not go in immediately, but carefully passed the detection magic. After confirming that it was correct, Brian carefully walked down the steps.

The steps were very short. After only walking a dozen or so floors, Brian reached the end.

What appeared in front of him was a very simply decorated secret room, with only a desk and chair. On the table was a yellowed book and a thin, smooth nickel silver page that had been dyed and etched, with the words " Full of dense elven writing.

On the chair is a skeleton dressed as a librarian. The current owner of this skeleton has long since died with the destruction of Myth Drannor. Along its arm bones You can still see where it fell off, and there is a quill on the ground that has not decayed yet.

Out of courtesy, Brian gave a slight salute to the skeleton lying on the chair, then carefully crossed it, walked to the table, reached out to open the yellowed pages, and read the elves carefully. Text:

The original predictions and omens about the destruction of Myth Drannor came from the prophet Darkakasan of the Tower of Windsong.

He told the elders of Windsong Tower about these dire signs, but the latter kept them secret from the public to prevent panic.

Due to the distrust and factional strife within the Elven Court, this news was also kept secret from the Parliament, because no one could be sure where the threat to Myth Drannor came from.

In order to prevent accidents, the Elf Mages of the Flame Sect and the Tower of Wind Song began to secretly transport magic items and books to a safe place.

Many of them were sent to the hands of trustworthy tribesmen in Silver Moon City.

However, these high elf mages did not go there in person. Instead, they left with their secrets in the next twenty years and disappeared forever...

(End of this chapter )

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