Chapter 389 The Temple of Mount Taras
Kingdom of Halua, Mount Taras.
The belief in the Magic Kingdom of Halua is mainly based on Mystra, the goddess of magic, and Azuth, the god of wizards. The huge group of spellcasters makes it home to the largest Mystra temple in the world.
In an inconspicuous corner outside the temple, with the light of the teleportation circle flashing, Brian's figure appeared quietly on the land of the Haruha Kingdom.
Looking at the magnificent temple in the distance and the endless stream of spellcasters on the steep and wide steps, Brian sighed deeply.
In order not to affect his future plans for the Haruha Kingdom, he tried to avoid showing up here. This made him think that it would take at least a few years before he would have time to set foot on this land.
Who would have thought that the plan could not keep up with the changes and that we would be here so soon.
The reason why he was able to reach the land of the Magic Kingdom instantly through teleportation spells was entirely dependent on the help of Halua elder Arad.
To avoid attracting the attention of interested people, Brian put on the hood of his cloak and hid himself in the shadows, keeping as low a profile as possible, just like an ordinary wizard apprentice, facing the Mystra Temple with a pious face. Move forward silently.
After all, he already knew it from Elder Arad and the information he had in his previous life.
At this moment, Halua is no longer the united Magic Kingdom it once was. If the followers of the lost lady Shar, who were hidden in the dark, find themselves here, it will be more troublesome, and it may even affect his next steps. plan.
With the help of the golden dragon Palalandusk, he accidentally obtained information about one of the three major creator races, the Saluk Witch Hail, from a notebook he searched in Candlekeep. .
Therefore, he deduced that the 'Earth Prophet' Asindo came from the Saluk witch race and the Istosefifer Empire, one of the three great empires.
This powerful empire not only fought a fierce battle for the survival of the race with the Spellweaver organization known as the "Interstellar Colonist", but also went so far as to completely eliminate the country of the Phailin Demon Kui, which is today's Underdark. , also known as the burial place.
The mages of the Istosefif Empire managed to forcibly change the course of the highest glaciers located in the north of the Enook Desert, the once narrow sea, and flooded what is now called the North Sea with seawater from east to west. rolling hills and surrounding lands.
Although the plan of this group of mages was successful and most of the phaerim were eliminated, and the survivors hid in the deepest part of the Underdark out of fear of being hunted by Saluk witches, the large-scale climate changes caused by magic It was as if a mass extinction of species had occurred, leading to the demise of the Istosefifer Empire.
So, if Brian can find the recorded information about the Istosefifer Empire, he can follow the clues and find the lost ancient city of Orem, the capital of the Istosefifer Empire.
After all, there are many rumors claiming that the 'Earth Prophet' Asindo is living in seclusion in this lost city, patiently waiting for the opportunity to regain the Istosefifer Empire.
“Boy, then I don’t understand.” The voice of the golden dragon Paralandax rang in Brian’s mind:
“Since we are planning to find information about Yis Tosefifer Empire information, why did you come to the temple of the goddess Mystra, don’t tell me, there are records about this in the library of these Halua people.”
"Maybe, maybe we are lucky and we will actually find it." Brian replied ambiguously, "Just think that I am here to try my luck."
"When I lie, I will Can't you pretend to be more like it?" Paralandax curled his lips and complained, "You want to find information that can't even be found in Candlekeep in a place like Halua, do you think it's possible? "
Brian smiled and did not answer his question.
As Jin Long said, Halua's library does not have information about the Istosefifer Empire, but he knows another way to search for them.
In Brian's impression, the westernmost part of the Halua Kingdom is the Chultan Peninsula.
It is a tropical rainforest, and the entire peninsula is dominated by ancient and primitive jungles. Rumors even say that this is the only habitat of the oldest reptile giant dinosaur. Even the altar and temple of the dinosaur god are hidden in it. The deepest part of the primitive jungle.
Meershok, another empire of the Saluk witch, is located in the Chult Jungle.
Mershok was also the last empire of the Saluk shaman race to perish. There is still a relatively complete witch spire deep in the jungle.
Before Brian traveled through time, he had heard of this mysterious and ancient spire, and was accidentally discovered by some adventure-loving players.
It is a pity that he did not pay attention to these things that had nothing to do with him at the beginning, which indirectly led to the fact that he did not know where the Wugui Minaret was at all.
Therefore, in order to find the location of this tower as quickly as possible, Brian could only go to Talas Mountain in Halua to seek help.
When Brian entered the Mystra Temple surrounded by a light blue halo, he unexpectedly discovered a man wearing a black robe and a ring made of seven blue and white stars, with red mist flowing in the middle. The priest of the Emblem blocked his way.
"Your Excellency, by the order of the goddess Mystra." He bowed slightly and said with a pious expression, "I have been waiting here for a long time."
Brian stopped. , take a look at the other person.
The priest has a young and well-proportioned body, and his hair is thick and black, but his shoulders seem to have sagged heavily due to centuries of magical research, revealing his true age.
Apparently, this is because of the priest who successfully resisted aging.
"Please come with me." Before Brian could speak, the pastor said proactively.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.
Brian glanced at the pastor thoughtfully and followed him immediately.
The two walked silently through the backyard of the temple and saw an inconspicuous hut.
It was a simple stone house that looked like a stone hive, short and round, with no windows, and Brian had to bend down to avoid hitting his head on the door beam when he entered.
Inside is a dirt floor, a bed of hay, animal skins and blankets for warmth, a basin of water, a pot of unknown wine, some bread and cheese, a small fire, and two low chair.
The priest sat on one of them, lit the tallow candle on the table, looked at Brian, and said, "Can I stay a little longer? I think we should talk."
"If you want," Brian replied, lifting his hood and sitting on the second chair.
“I heard that the floating city of Sacros fell. The priest stared at the flickering candles on the table, “Being buried with him was the ghost prince Agrila, is that right? ”
"Indeed." Brian said, and then commented, "He is a poor man who chose the wrong path."
"A poor man who chose the wrong path..." There was a hint of sadness in the pastor's expression. He stood up, muttering to himself, and walked out in despair.
"This human priest is a little strange." The words of the golden dragon Paralandax rang in Brian's mind, "There is always something wrong."
Brian withdrew his gaze. The gaze from the priest's back said, "It's just something is wrong, because he was once a ghost descendant."
Then, just as he was wondering what the real purpose of the priest was in bringing him to this simple stone house. At that moment, suddenly, a group of leaping flames appeared out of thin air, condensing into a human woman with long dark floating hair.
When Brian saw this, he immediately realized something. He quickly stood up and greeted the human woman with a slightly respectful expression.
She wore a plain but elegant light blue gown, made of the finest silk, which was adorned with a mesh clasp encrusted with gems.
Obviously, this person is the incarnation of the magic goddess Mystra.
This is what Brian is here for.
Because in the caves of Talas Mountain, any spellcaster has the opportunity to find the answer he wants in his heart.
The answer Brian wanted was the precise location of the Wuhan Spire.
He believed that at the critical moment when the Lost Lady was targeting the Goddess of Magic, the other party would never just lie flat and ignore Shar's conspiracy.
Of course, if the goddess of magic Mystra really doesn't care about the Lost Lady's conspiracy, Brian will not get the answer he wants. Then he just found an excuse for himself not to participate and get out of this conspiracy, whether it was the Demonic Network replacing the Shadow Demonic Network, or the Shadow Demonic Network replacing the Demonic Network.
Then, a soft yet majestic voice echoed in Brian’s heart like words recorded in advance:
Keep your head up, there is no need to panic.
I am neither terrifying nor a goddess that can be described simply as 'terrible'.
Seeing my form is like witnessing what magic is.
I am Mystra.
The gods praised by priests may be either one or the other, but in Toril, the mortals know that magic is not the same thing. No one knows that it is unique.
I am the one who weaves the law, the way of ascension, the path of truth.
In the face of the mortals I love, because I myself was one of you not long ago, they are crying out to me, begging me to construct spells for them, or as if they want to do it with just one breath. Like children eating the delicious food on the plate, if I want to show them the secret immediately, I have to be frosty and sometimes do it.
And if I hand over the secrets that I was born with and keep inside, show and highlight their endless glory, who among mortals can be familiar with them and yet control them?
Yes, if you think about the reasons, you will know that you don’t have to be afraid of me, because I do love your species deeply.
I will never reward or punish those who are pretending to be cowardly or because of the bold threats of a few people, but I will do it based on necessity.
So when you feel alone, lost and confused, and the spell of darkness is about to harm you, think back to this moment. Feel my tremendous divine power, rolling and operating. Although it is not directed at you, it is still vast and vast, enough to swallow you up in a matter of seconds, making you invisible and inaudible.
This power came to you when I noticed you, and although you were in awe and admiration, you did not lose your life.
I will always be with you, and you will never be alone.
I move with the flow of life, with the wind and water, with the alternation of the sun and the moon, because magic is everywhere, and I am everywhere.
The Magic Network is vast and ever-changing, and it is a power that cannot be comprehended by ordinary human wisdom.
But as the years passed, every moment of my concentration still received valuable rewards, allowing those who used magic to gain a little more strength and gain a little more insight.
However, people who are powerful and knowledgeable often lose self-control. The power caused them to set themselves on fire, distorted and corrupted them, and even made them make mistakes and become surly and vicious.
So there are tyrants who want to control everything, and corpse witches who want to destroy all living things. They have madness in their eyes, and they want to transform Toril into the appearance of their delusions so that they can take control of it. Palm.
The mages in our country are good at destroying and destroying far more than supporting.
As a result, we have suffered misfortune, fallen into ruin, and have caused thousands of lives to be devastated.
Mortals should know the pain caused by this darkness, and I feel it too.
I work hard to dispel the haze and make the souls of mortals strong and unyielding like forging swords, so that they can increase their strength and gain their knowledge.
For this project, I have too much to take care of. Fortunately, there are mortals like Miu Miu who can better understand and operate the arcane arts better, and are good at self-control - or in this regard, they are somewhat self-controlled. 'Too much'.
If these countless people are willing to help me, I regard them as my chosen ones.
They are so few in number.
It is too easy for mortals to act recklessly due to their strength, just like tools that are too easily damaged to be useful.
My work is born out of love, so the people who help me should also be voluntary and love me deeply.
I would never take a waiter by force, never.
I will not be like my predecessor, just waiting helplessly.
I will give with love and I will never stop giving.
I oversee mana, for it is full of possibilities and a danger to mortals, gods, and Toril.
All three have suffered from the tearing and abuse of the Weave.
I resist this.
I am the guardian of the Magic Network and the lover of the Magic Network.
Those mortals who serve me must be the best of the best, without making mistakes, and must love the Weave as deeply as I do, and understand it as best they can - far better than anyone else.
When the chosen people assist me, they can feel the guidance of my hand, but it is as light as nothing. They can have the same joys and sorrows as mortals, understand the magic network from their own perspective, and help me in their own way.
The voters are so hard to pick.
The voters are so different that I can’t even count the number of voters promoted by my predecessor.
The grand deed of my predecessor - Mystra, who was not named "Midnight", turned to give birth to them herself without searching for the chosen ones.
What I am talking about are the seven sisters, who were born in the hands of Mystra and raised to be the people they need. They are also the people who are indispensable to me these days.
Mortals are wonderful and complex things, and my own strength is not enough to promote the chosen people in the way she used to do... Therefore, I can only look to the boundless world of Toril to find naturally talented people.
I supervise all operations and those who interfere with the Magic Network. I'm obsessed with their courage, accomplishments and nature... and their love.
I pay attention to all seven of them almost as often as the old naughty boy who preserved her power when my predecessor died and then happily handed it over to me.
She is with him and she is with me.
She is also with the people she can call her daughters: seven women of the same gender, silver hair and wit.
They have been able to resist the passage of time longer than thousands of mortals, and they still face every day with full enthusiasm, which makes me always happy.
They have few opportunities to advance and retreat together. This is my only regret.
But once, in a time that is now past, especially with the gentle help of the curtain I weaved, they got this opportunity... and I was happy to see them. Work together.
Now, look at them and look at me.
Yes, my eyes are sparkling. When I was still a mortal, I longed to be like these remarkable ladies.
I am Mystra, and I give all this gift to your kind, the seven silvers of my chosen people.
Yes, I couldn’t help crying.
No matter what you mortals think, this is a gift born of love.
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(End of this chapter)