Chapter 482 Elminster’s Obscure Hint (Changed)
Brian’s eyes were as sharp and focused as a hawk, fixed firmly on the phantom in front of him.
His eyes swept across every area like a searchlight, trying to penetrate this bustling scene and see into every tiny corner where danger might be hidden.
He is not only watching, but also analyzing and interpreting, with a vigilance and wisdom that only a brave man who has experienced countless storms can possess.
In the hazy phantom, various characters move around, forming a vivid and complicated picture of life.
There are mages stopping at every corner and in every dark place, either passionately discussing a certain spell construction, or arguing over a certain point of view, or laughing heartily and sharing every bit of happiness in life.
Moreover, the mage businessman and the customer, who come and go with each other for the object of their choice, are looking for the balance of their respective interests in a fierce bargaining.
The vessels they held in their hands were of various shapes and colors. The dazzling goblets shone with crystal clear luster, reflecting the mellow color of the wine. The simple and solemn wine jugs carried the precipitation of the years. It seems like every drop of wine contains a story.
Some of these wines are held firmly in the hands, while others seem to be pulled by invisible forces, floating lightly and freely in mid-air at elbow height. This strange phenomenon adds to the mystery of this place. color.
However, despite the laughter and excitement around him, Brian always remained calm and vigilant. He knew that in this seemingly ordinary scene, dangers were often hidden in the most inconspicuous details. It's just waiting for him to discover and crack it.
In Brian's deep and insightful eyes, he was keenly aware of some of the secret laws and strict prohibitions of the magical world, just like ancient runes engraved on the parchments of history, stipulating that mages cannot do whatever they want. Use magic skills to fly, levitate or teleport instantly.
This prohibition is like an invisible shackles, restraining the mages' dreams of soaring into the sky, forcing them to follow the steps of mortals in the ground world.
Despite this, these great mages with unique skills have not been eclipsed by this. They show their power in a more restrained and profound way.
In that ancient stone square, many mages gathered together, and the magic power flowing in their hands was like bright stars, twinkling and twinkling silently in the night sky.
They communicate more through words and spark sparks with wisdom, rather than relying on extraordinary power to dominate others.
Brian stood there and thought for a moment, and decided to use his unique psychic powers to explore this wonderful world more deeply.
He cleverly used his psychic powers to integrate his spirit and body into the surrounding phantoms, walking like a transparent soul in this magical space.
Immediately afterwards, his figure began to loom in the crowd, as if he was integrated with the surrounding environment.
Then he walked quietly with a careless ease, listening to and interpreting the whispers and secrets of the mages.
Just as Brian walked steadily through the narrow and dark street, immersed in the mystery of the phantom, a strange wave broke the tranquility.
This abnormality originated from a mage wearing a dark purple hooded robe not far ahead. His figure looked hazy and strange under the weak street lights.
Suddenly, three tentacles that were moist and shiny like fresh olives, as if driven by invisible force, quietly slid out from under the mage's wide hood. They twisted and explored, as if With a kind of agility and cunning that is beyond nature.
The end of each tentacle is inlaid with a pair of small, exquisite and shining eyes, like two twinkling stars, blinking and releasing a breathtaking gaze with precision. And meticulously scanned Brian's every tiny movement, and even the secrets deep in his heart.
A creepy energy spread instantly, as if every particle of dust in the air was infected by this force, becoming heavy and oppressive.
Brian suddenly felt a chill rising up his spine, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his underwear. The throbbing that hit his soul made him tremble uncontrollably.
His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and an unprecedented sense of fear and vigilance intertwined, tightly binding him in this wonderful and terrifying situation.
‘I didn’t expect that my powerful psychic powers could still feel threatened in the face of this simple illusion. ’
A chill surged deep in Brian’s heart, like an icy tide sweeping over his body instantly, making him secretly feel horrified. At this moment, his heartstrings were tense to the extreme, and his eyes were filled with shock and worry that could not be concealed.
It can be seen from this that Elminster encountered what terrible danger, and he could only convey the warning to him in such a tortuous and obscure way. This undoubtedly made Brian feel worried. A thick layer of haze.
The air around him seemed to have solidified, making him breathless.
Brian gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the heart beating crazily with fear in his chest, forcing himself to remain calm under the tremendous pressure.
He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Although the blood around him seemed to be trembling with unknown fear, he still forced himself to take firm steps and continue to delve deeper into this unknown territory full of dangers.
Every time a step falls, it is accompanied by an unconscious slight tremor, which is derived from the instinctive resistance to the dangerous environment that is about to be faced.
However, Brian understands that he cannot retreat at this moment. Only by moving forward can he possibly uncover the truth hidden behind the fog.
He passed through a dim tent stall lit by magic runes, and his eyes fixed on a strange figure.
This guy has a head of emerald green hair like an emerald forest. The thick and curly hair almost hangs down to his waist. Echoing this, he has an equally vivid green beard growing on his chin. , like a miniature moss forest.
His eyes flashed with a cunning and profound light behind the lenses of his glasses. He was obviously an old mage who had been immersed in arcane research for many years.
At this moment, the old mage is concentrating on performing magic. His fingers draw mysterious tracks in the air, as if he is playing a silent magic symphony.
Under his control, a palm-sized fireball jumped and rotated in mid-air, with blazing flames rolling and boiling inside it, reflecting the shadow of the surrounding environment. Although it was small in size, it contained awe-inspiring power.
However, the person he tried his best to please, the female mage sitting on the stone chair in the corner, was quite bored by the scene in front of him.
Wearing a dark purple robe, her beautiful eyebrows are slightly furrowed, her posture is elegant but slightly lazy, and she looks like she is knowledgeable about the world.
I saw this beautiful female mage resting her elbows on her knees, covering her slightly opened red lips with her slender fingers, and making a yawning sound, as if to imply that this magical display would not cause any harm. She had no interest at all, or she was looking forward to a more shocking and original magic performance.
At this time, a group of old witches with weird shapes and hideous faces appeared.
Their faces were as withered as thousand-year-old trees, and their skin wrinkles were full of traces of the merciless years.
The deep-set eye sockets shone with black eyes as cold as cold pools, revealing a sharp and inviolable majesty.
These old witches are wearing thick and old black robes. Not only are the robes dark and depressing, they are also filled with an indescribable gloomy atmosphere, as if they carry countless The mystery and sorrow accumulated over the centuries.
Those black robes are not as clean as new. Instead, under the dim light, they reveal threads of worn and frayed edges and complicated and strange rune embroidery. Each pattern seems to contain ancient The power of magic makes people uneasy just by seeing it.
As they walked, their large black robes dragged on the ground and made a rustling sound, as if they were whispering ancient spells or telling unknown secret legends, which frightened the onlookers. But he couldn't resist being deeply attracted by this strong mysterious atmosphere.
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