Chapter 370 Mara Hunter
Brian looked away from the page, frowning and lost in thought.
This content seems to record the truth about the death of Myth Drannor.
The most important thing is that before the disaster occurred in Myth Drannor, the prophet Darkakasan of the Tower of Windsong had already predicted what was going to happen.
However, when Dakarsan told this prophecy to the parliament, it was not trusted by this group of noble elves. Instead, it was kept secret in order to prevent panic caused by 'rumors'.
Despite this, some elves still choose to believe that although it is impossible to know where the threat to Myth Drannor comes from, in order to prevent unexpected changes, many magic items and precious books have been transported to safety in advance.
After roughly understanding the situation about Myth Drannor, Brian turned his attention to another thin and smooth nickel silver page that had been dyed and etched:
They said It was the Crying War, and with good reason, for so many noble and proud people died in it, and with it everything they had fought for so long.
Once upon a time, we lived in harmony and beauty, and lived in harmony with this land.
But such an ideal life has been shattered and turned into ashes by the terrible demons that invaded us, as well as the beasts and minions of darkness that serve them.
I can't imagine the loss of this woodland paradise of Cormanthor, and think of all the people who lived there - Arruen, Emera, Mariel, Mutril, Osriel, Purlin, Sar. Rastair, Taradras... there are many more, but I can no longer list them all, because the tears have already made it impossible for me to count them any longer.
Drowned by rage, despair, and grief, some survivors turn to the darkest things, casting spells that we despised in the good old days.
I have witnessed with my own eyes Inledra Olunpo desecrated herself with dark spells, negotiated with dark beings, and submitted her flesh and blood to their filthy caress in exchange for weapons capable of destroying her enemies. .
When I condemned what she had done, she told me that revenge was now her only purpose in life.
In the name of all the loves that have been taken away, if she destroys enough enemies and saves other residents of Faerûn, then no matter how seriously polluted a sword she is now, what will happen to her? What does it matter?
I was speechless to her then, and I am speechless now.
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After a long silence, Brian retracted his gaze and nodded thoughtfully.
Obviously these are plots that he has never encountered in the game world before, and they also gave him a rough understanding of the demise of Myth Drannor and what he called the Crying War.
"Sorry, I unintentionally disturbed your sleep." Brian murmured to himself. He carefully placed the sad page on the table in front of the skeleton, and then bowed to it sincerely. Bowed to show respect.
Then, he walked out of the secret room without looking back.
The ruins of Myth Drannor on the surface are still as silent as a barren tomb, and all living things rot and fester in these desolate ruins.
Elf ghosts wander alone in the dusk, as if melancholy singing farewell under the setting sun. They stare at each other, as if they are saying goodbye to each other in different ways.
Looking at the desolate scenes in front of him, Brian sighed slightly and thought to himself: I wonder if these countless wandering elven ghosts will have the opportunity to return to the elven kingdom of Avandor in the future, and start anew. Into the arms of Corellon Larethian.
He shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about it, stretched out his hand to put on the hood behind his cloak, completely hiding his face in the shadows, and then continued walking deeper into the ruins like a ghost.
After Brian walked silently through the strange foggy forest, he suddenly saw a spiritual crow, flapping its wings, flying over from a distance and landing on the branch next to him. The crow had sparkling black feathers, looked at Brian with human eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Sir, you are looking for a lost tree, right?"
When Brian heard this, he was slightly startled, wondering how this animal knew his purpose.
He secretly suppressed the doubts in his heart, smiled at the crow, and said, "Yes, a bard with a beautiful singing voice told me that he lost a tree and asked him to help him remove it. Retrieve it."
"Praise the goddess Taimora, you are so lucky," the crow said happily, "I happened to see someone steal that tree, and it was hidden. In a hunting cabin not far ahead”
"Thank you for informing me, I will go look for it myself." Brian was slightly startled and said as if he looked deeply at the bird.
"Go, sir." The crow flapped its wings and flew into the air, staring down at Brian, and said to him with profound words, "Remember, Myth Drannor is A place full of secrets, and when you don’t know it, some secrets can kill people.”
As soon as the words fell, it turned into a line of smoke and disappeared into the air.
"What is surging in the air is the power of shadow." Looking at the place where the crow disappeared, Brian instantly felt the power of fluctuations with his powerful perception of magic.
"Could he be a subordinate of the Lost Lady?" He couldn't help but guess in his mind, "If he is a subordinate of the Lost Lady, what is the explanation for the orc corpse in the ruins?"
"Forget it, never mind it, go check it out in person and you'll know." Brian shook his head slightly and made up his mind secretly.
His current strength has reached a mid-level legend, and he also has many life-saving means.
Even if he falls into the enemy's trap, unless he is a high-level legend or the incarnation of a god, he can be very confident that he can definitely come and go freely.
After all, for him, this is the only clue he has at the moment. If he gives up out of fear, he will probably waste a lot of time to explore again.
Then, without wasting any more time, he walked straight towards the direction that the crow had guided him.
The bird didn't seem to be lying. After a while, Brian saw a building made of stone within sight.
And he also speculated that this was once an exquisite hunting lodge. Unfortunately, as time passed, the west side of the lodge collapsed due to the wild growth of trees that were too close to the wall and occupied its space. There was only a pair of moss-covered oak double doors that seemed to be the only way in.
Brian was about to use detection magic to investigate the surrounding environment, when suddenly the sound of roaring beasts sounded one after another.
At the same time, the crow that had just provided Brian with clues also appeared in mid-air in a puff of smoke.
It flapped its wings, looked at Brian on the ground with disdain, and mocked:
"Stupid human being, I have told you a long time ago that some secrets can kill people, but you still dare to go there without knowing your capabilities. Since you are not afraid of death, let the Beast Lord's followers accompany you to have fun. "
After the crow finished speaking, it was just about to turn into smoke and disappear, but suddenly found Brian staring at it coldly. Its expression changed and it was about to scream. Unfortunately, it was too late. He was instantly wrapped in a ball of flowing crystals and fell to the ground.
Seeing that the arrogant crow had been subdued by him, Brian immediately took out his staff and calmly faced the group of hunters of Mara, the god of hunting.
(End of this chapter)