Chapter 486 The enemy of my enemy is my friend (changed)
Brian's eyes slowly withdrew from the trembling Slaad Death Toad, and instead focused on the drow mage beside him— —A thin figure that exudes mysterious power.
His eyes were full of inquiry and vigilance, as if he wanted to see through the deep black robe to see the secrets hidden in it.
Although this drow mage appears to be slender and fragile, the magical fluctuations all over his body and his unfathomable red eyes, which are as deep as an abyss, all reveal his extraordinary identity. and strength.
His combination with the Slaad Death Toad is particularly eye-catching, and the role of leader obviously falls on this mage. The Slaad Death Toad is more like a chess piece in his hand, or more accurately. Say, it is his familiar or follower.
The Slaad Death Toad is a creature known for its terror and destruction. Its very existence is a deterrent.
To be able to make such a creature willingly become one's vassal, this not only requires the drow mage to have a powerful strength that can shock everything, but also means that his camp, his purpose and even his philosophy are undoubtedly They are all full of complexities and contradictions that are difficult to fathom.
Brian thought to himself that the appearance of the man in front of him was no accident. The goals he pursued must be far beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and may even involve the intricate power struggles and racial secrets of the drow city.
So, Brian decided to break the silence and asked the mysterious drow mage the question that went straight to the core: "Who are you and what is your purpose?"
This sentence The words echoed in the empty archives room, like a sharp sword light cutting through the darkness, piercing straight into the unknown truth.
"There is no need to panic, adventurer. I am not hostile. I am Wizzlan." Faced with Brian's doubtful question, the drow mage smiled and stated himself in a cautious and friendly tone, while introducing his Companion, "This is Cliff. It is a blessing for us to meet here at this special moment and in such a special way. Dear adventurer, what should I call you?"
"Bu Ryan, a mage from the surface." Brian briefly revealed his identity. Although the words of the drow mage in front of him were filled with friendly atmosphere, he could not ignore the crimson eyes of the other person that made him feel uncomfortable. A hint of indifference lurks beneath.
He noticed that the drow mage seemed to be carefully avoiding any behavior that might escalate the tension out of concern for the possible outbreak of conflict. This subtle sense of tension filled the air quietly.
Somewhat interesting.
“It turned out to be Mr. Bryan.”
Under the dim light, Wizlan's deep eyes flickered slightly, staring at Brian.
With an imperceptible smile on his face, he nodded gently in greeting. There was a complex emotion intertwined in his expression, as if he had expected to meet Brian here today, and it seemed that there was something between the two of them. The intersection only ends at this moment when they look at each other for the first time.
When he spoke again, there was a hint of caution in his tone, and he asked half-confirming and half-exploring:
"As I expected, your Excellency also felt the Dark Territory. There have been recent changes that cannot be ignored, and you came here specifically to find out the truth behind it, right?"
However, Brian did not respond directly to Wizlan's question, and asked the other party with a meaningful smile on his lips. : "Yes or no, is it really necessary for me to disclose this to you?"
His voice was low and magnetic, reverberating in the empty hall, stirring up invisible ripples: "Your Excellency claimed that he had no ill intentions, but I couldn't help but notice your identity as a drow elf. This identity itself It's enough to cause a lot of speculation. If you cannot give a reasonable explanation or clarify your purpose first, then I think we may lose the basis and necessity for further dialogue. "I overlooked this point, and I deeply apologize." ”
Faced with Brian’s pressing steps, Wizlan, instead of getting angry, cast an apologetic look at him, then straightened his body and said with a solemn expression The formal gesture began with self-introduction:
“As your Excellency pointed out, my identity may indeed become a barrier to a pleasant conversation between us, because I am the current chief mage of Ancient Orens City. ”
The current chief mage of ancient Orens City?
When Wizlan revealed his identity, Brian's eyes were filled with doubts and scrutiny.
If his memory is correct, the position of Chief Archmage of Ancient Orens should have belonged to Khadrof, who was Santila's nominal father.
Just fool the ghost.
Wizlan's deep eyes shone with a trace of imperceptible bitterness and perseverance, and he obviously caught the hesitation in Brian's eyes.
He cleared his throat and made a dry cough, trying to hide his embarrassment, and then said frankly in a tone that carried the vicissitudes of time:
"Yes, you heard it right. I used to be the chief mage of Ancient Orens City. That era surrounded by glory and power is long gone, but that memory is deeply engraved in my heart like a brand. "
In the following words, Wizlan's eyes cast into the distance, as if he was tracing back those long and difficult years, "In these hundreds of years of displacement, I was ruthlessly expelled. The ancient city of Orens that I once loved and sacrificed everything for, however, did not weaken my insistence on freedom, but made me more determined to fight against the boundless tyranny of the Spider Queen Rose and her. Those insidious and cunning priest groups all over the Dark Territory."
His tone became more serious, revealing an indescribable tenacity and determination, "Therefore, I have some feelings about the recent turmoil in the Dark Territory. Extremely strong premonitions and insights - behind all of this, there must be hidden the shadows of the mages of Ancient Orens City. Their actions may be quietly changing the pattern of the world, and I will uncover the secrets behind this series of events. The truth.”
Brian, the time traveler, has long known about Wizlan’s speculation.
"Then how much do you know about this?" He thought for a moment and asked pretending not to know.
"After I became aware of the turmoil in the Underdark, I have been staying in the archives of the Engraved Valley to look for answers." Wizlan replied knowingly, "The hard work pays off, and I did learn a lot about the coming of the devil. So if you are here for this matter, I can help you."
"Help me? Why should I believe you?" Brian looked directly at Vizsla's phantom, Shi beside him. Cliff the Death Toad seemed to have noticed his unkind gaze, and let out a fierce and vicious growl.
“Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Wizlan comforted the Slaad Death Toad and replied calmly.
(End of this chapter)