Chapter 480: The Sage of Shadow Valley (Changed)
“This can be considered an unexpected gain.”
Brian said to himself thoughtfully.
Six months ago, with full expectations and a little worry, he embarked on a journey to the legendary silver-shining and mysterious Silver Moon City.
The purpose of the trip is clear and urgent, that is, I hope to see Helister.
However, fate made a big joke with his expectations.
He did not capture Helister's unique figure through psychic powers and the connection between the two, and he was not even able to touch her breath.
So, Brian found the place where Hlister once lived.
It was a courtyard haunted by ancient magic and exuding a touch of sadness.
There, with his keen soul perception, he noticed many intertwined, chaotic and twisted traces of spiritual fluctuations, like a broken picture scroll, silently telling unspeakable stories.
The information revealed by these traces of mental fluctuations made him deeply worried about Helister's condition.
They are like whirlpools, indicating that she is experiencing an unprecedented spiritual storm. It is an inner challenge that no one can replace and can only face alone. It is about self-awareness and emotional struggle. A baptism of pain deep in the soul.
In this regard, in addition to regret and regret, he felt more of a powerless pain.
Because in this spiritual battle that belonged to Helister, he could only be a bystander, silently praying that her tenacity could help her survive this difficult situation.
However, from the moment Brian resolutely stepped out of Silvermoon City, an indescribable emotional entanglement was lingering deep in his heart like mist in the dark night. spread.
It was an emotion intertwined with a sense of responsibility and worry, like a double-edged sword, urging him to step forward and warning him to think carefully before taking action.
Herister's fate seems to be tightly connected to him, and he cannot let go of her predicament.
But he also knew that once he acted recklessly, he might not only be unable to save Helister from the fire and water, but would push her into a more complicated whirlpool, and might even bring disaster to the entire situation. Consequences of sex.
This worry was like a huge stone weighing on his heart, heavy, making every step he took forward extremely difficult.
As a result, Brian weighed repeatedly during the long journey, and there was a silent struggle deep in his heart.
He often looked up at the stars, trying to find answers from the twinkling stars, wondering where they should point.
Unexpectedly, in the shadow left by the former Lord of Silvermoon City, the majestic and mysterious Alustriel, there was actually a words that shone like a pearl but was calm. .
These words were like the Big Dipper in the middle of the night, penetrating through the fog and illuminating Brian's path forward, making his originally confused state of mind suddenly clear.
Therefore, Brian has made up his mind that after the matter here comes to an end, he will embark on the journey to Silvermoon City again.
Rather than passively waiting for misfortune to come, he would rather choose to take the initiative. Even if it means taking certain risks, he is bound to find out the truth about the difficulties that Helister is facing.
Brian decided not to waste any more time. He deeply gathered his mental strength and began to explore the remnants of the old archives, trying to dig out any clues that might be valuable to him.
Because the Engraved Valley possesses the magic of memory, it is like an exhaustive history book, not only remembering all the steps that have stepped into its sacred temple, but also predictably including those who will set foot in this treasure house of knowledge in the future. visitors.
Whenever someone is searching for treasures of wisdom in this library, figures who have appeared or will appear in the Engraved Valley, and who are also thirsty for knowledge, will appear around them like a dream, providing timely provision. Some key revelations.
Time slipped away silently like fine sand, but the disappointment on Brian's face gradually increased like a tide. In the end, he reluctantly chose to put aside his original intention of exploring.
In this archive full of historical dust, he did capture the traces left by many past visitors, including the president of the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood, the leader of the Knights of the Fire Fist, and even They are the ancient silver dragons that he is familiar with, as well as members of the Red Robe Wizards and the Leatherman Witches.
They had all set foot in this place, and from their few words, Brian learned a lot of information. Unfortunately, this information was like stars, but none of them could lead him to find a valuable direction.
On the contrary, he heard a lot of ridiculous gossip.
“It seems that I can’t get what I want here.” Brian whispered to himself, then left the place and walked straight towards the archives room that symbolized the ‘future’. As the helmsman of the future information, the prophet Ustova spent a lot of time immersed in endless contemplation, and engraved the illusory world she saw on the stone slabs one by one.
Like Umas, she is focused and persistent. She not only focuses on the future evolution of multiple giant groups and their clans, but also carefully sorts out the complicated fate and possible directions. It aims to reveal the key omen that heralds the revival of the ancient civilization of giants and the restoration of its former glory.
When Brian stepped into the archives room, he found that just like the previous archives room, it was also empty.
The doorway of the room where Ustova's prophecy records are stored contains inscriptions that can be translated by anyone who understands Common, Dwarven, or Giant:
" The future is like a song in memory, and its rhythm must not be ruined by being too hasty. "
Different from other quiet spaces in the library, these archive rooms are filled with gurgling melody.
Here, the walls are not ordinary wooden or stone structures, but carefully carved art palaces.
The walls are cleverly inlaid with niches composed of groups of Umas carved stone pillars, whose artistic value and craftsmanship are breathtaking.
What is even more peculiar is that these stone pillars are not conventional decorations. They are given life and transformed into smart and changing fountain devices.
Whenever the water gate is opened, the crystal clear water column will jump out from the top of the stone pillar like an elf, dance lightly in the air, and then slide down gracefully along the crystal wall that has been carefully polished to be as smooth as a mirror.
Every drop of water reflects a charming light as it glides, like stars falling into the world, or like the flash of a gemstone after it is broken, adding a bit of dreaminess and fantasy to this quiet archive room. vitality.
In this symphony of water and light, every corner is filled with wonderful charm, as if even time has slowed down here, allowing people who step here to immerse themselves in this unique experience. In the tranquility and beauty, you can feel the unique atmosphere where the power of knowledge and the charm of art are intertwined.
Brian didn't dwell too much on the scene here. He immediately learned the method and began to silently feel some remaining echoes flowing in the air.
As he expected, he soon made a new discovery.
The scene that appeared in front of him this time was not the twinkling starry sky when he met Alustriel's phantom, but more like a gathering of mages.
In Brian's vision, the mages in the assembly were shoulder to shoulder, as if they formed a sea of dazzling colors, and their robes intertwined and flowed like a rainbow. The sound of the noisy conversation almost broke the eardrums, and there were gathered male and female mages of all kinds, ages, and sizes. Even the gender characteristics of some mages were difficult to guess even for the most observant bards.
Although the classic black wide-sleeved robe is still very popular here, most mages choose to express themselves in more unique and brightly colored attire.
Even someone like Brian, who has seen countless clothing styles in his long adventures, can't help but be stunned.
In the widespread knowledge of Faerûn, especially among non-mage groups, a widely held view is that all individuals involved in arcane manipulation have different mental states without exception. degree of difference.
Brian once again confirmed the accuracy of this concept through the characters in strange costumes in front of him.
All kinds of colorful hats and accessories instantly filled his field of vision. They were as dazzling as the twinkling stars. Some of them were like liquid metal with life, changing unpredictable and endlessly changing shapes.
A female mage was wearing a gorgeous dress woven by a huge feathered snake. The snake was like a flexible ribbon, swimming leisurely and moving slowly on her graceful body.
Not far away, a man seemed to be surrounded by leaping flames, and the fire light was tumbling and jumping on him; another mage who was talking to him hid himself in a miasma plant that exuded phosphorescence. The plants are densely covered with delicate and lush ferns and thistle leaves, which looks mysterious and strange.
The half-elf lady standing next to them was wearing a large robe inlaid with shimmering gems, and every thread was shining with light.
At this moment, the half-elf lady was having a heated argument with a long-haired dwarf wearing a fur and soft leather coat. Two agile insect-eating lizards stuck out their tongues and kept playing on the dwarf.
However, the real focus of this phantom was not someone else. Soon, Brian captured the figure of an old man in the bustling crowd.
This old man wears a simple and time-tested robe, dotted with many patches, as if it carries the story of the years.
The robe even bears the marks of trivial life - food stains, which become a unique part of him.
I saw a pipe in his mouth. No matter where he was, it was always shrouded in clouds and mist, like a vivid and mysterious picture.
In the echo of the Engraved Valley, Brian was surprised to find that the old man in front of him was the legendary wise man of the Shadow Valley - Elminster.
He never expected to meet him in such a situation.
(End of this chapter)