Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 82

Brian pushed the door open, and as usual, glowing vines covered the 'walls', filling the treehouse with a dim, eerie blue glow.

The only thing that made him feel wrong was the fist-sized crystal embedded in the center of the roof.

He could feel that this crystal, which once bloomed with dazzling light, had become significantly dimmer for some unknown reason, so that he was spared the time to adapt to the shining light.

"Before I leave, I have two last questions to ask you, Granny Veranthe." Brian squatted in front of the bed and said straight to the point.

Granny Veranthal didn't answer, she just rubbed the platinum ring on her ring finger lightly, her old face squeezed out a trembling smile to Brian, and nodded with difficulty.

"You once said that human beings came to this world in towers." Brian looked into Granny Veranth's cloudy eyes, and subconsciously dodged them, "So, I want to know if their wizard tower is still there This world, if it still stays in this world, where is it hidden?"

According to the legends of the world, let him know that this high tower did not leave, but was hidden in the city of wizards in the middle of the Essebra Desert.

Although Brian didn't quite believe this unfounded rumor, he still went there alone with a sliver of hope and a mentality of giving it a try.

If he could really find the wizard tower, Brian believed that his progress in leaving this world would definitely be much earlier.

In this way, he can have more time to find a way to deal with the ancient evil in the main material world.

Moreover, this is a wizard tower that can sail across planes.

Even if it is a dilapidated tower, he can collect many rare materials from the ruins to build the tower, as well as arcane knowledge about the magical kingdom of Halua.

After all, he had only just begun to dabble in the precious magical technologies such as the Wizard Tower and the Floating City in his previous life, which can almost be called a blind spot of knowledge.

It would be a great thing if we could find research information on these magical buildings.

Of course, the premise of all this is to first determine where the tower is located.

"The tower was indeed left in this world by the missing legendary wizard." Granny Veranthor raised her eyelids and glanced at Brian.

Those cloudy eyes can see more clearly than anyone with normal vision.

In fact, Brian didn't like being watched by these eyes, because it made him always feel as if all his secrets had been seen through.

He even thought that his identity as a time traveler might have been discovered long ago, otherwise he would not have said that he was someone other than destiny.

Fortunately, in this multiverse full of miracles, there is no shortage of traversers like him who are called "beyond fate".

Unless his name can be widely circulated throughout the multiverse, otherwise, he will be nothing more than an inconspicuous dust in the universe in the end, and he will not be able to stir up any waves at all.

Grandma Verantha looked back at Brian, and while taking the platinum ring on her ring finger, she said:
"If you want to know the location of the high tower, you need to go to the city of wizards in the Essebra desert, find the head of the wizard council 'Pale Scepter', show him this ring, and he will tell you about this high tower. Everything about the tower."

Brian watched Granny Veranthal handing over a platinum ring indifferently. Even a person like him who was so calm and angry couldn't hide his inner excitement.

So he subconsciously reached out and took it.

This is a white gold ring set with diamonds. The diamonds are surrounded by smaller blue and white gemstones. Even in dim light sources, these gemstones still shine brightly.

As for the magic ring worn by Granny Veranthor, Brian has known it since he could remember, and he can still feel the soothing light emanating from the ring from time to time.

Out of the wizard's instinctive intuition for magic aura, he understood that this is definitely a piece of magic equipment that is no less than a legendary quality.

Legendary equipment!

This kind of equipment that contains the power of law and transcends the shackles of mortals, even in the main material world, cannot be bought casually with money.

But at this moment, a piece of equipment that looks like a legendary quality is placed in front of him like this, making him feel like a dream, and he feels a little unbelievable.

It is undeniable that Brian had indeed paid attention to this piece of equipment when Granny Veranthor was asleep, but it was just a thought, and he never put it into action stupidly from beginning to end.

Brian carefully picked up the platinum ring, gently placed it in front of his eyes, and checked it carefully, not missing any details.

He found 'Bright Evening Star' engraved on the inside of the ring in Elvish.

Judging from the style of the ring and the form of the elven characters engraved inside, it can be judged that this is a work from the high elves, and it can even be traced back to the long time when the high elves lived in the kingdom of Avandor.

Brian checked the attributes of the ring with trepidation:
bright evening star

Type: Ancient Equipment

Equipment Requirements: Ability to cast a ring of spells, knowledge of "Arcane", any non-evil alignment
Basic attributes:
Light spell (cast at will)

Medium illusion aura: 6 charges per day, the wearer can activate 3 forms of light energy.

Type 1: Consume [-] charge to obtain the spell effect of "Flash"
The second type: Consume 2 charges to get the spell effect of "Colorful Jet"
The third type: Consume 3 charges to get the spell effect of "mirror image"
Ancient Rituals:

Starlight reflection (deactivated): You must find a natural and pure pool. Under the reflection of the stars in the sky, the water in the pool will immerse the bright evening star in it. The whole ceremony lasts from dusk to dawn, and obtains the low-level inheritance characteristic.

Mystery of the stars (inactive): You must spend a whole month learning, researching, or admiring the stars, which may be in the form of stargazing, studying astrological charts, reading literature or myths about the stars, or even composing poems to praise the beauty of the stars , gaining the mid-level ancient traits.

Last wish in the starry sky (not activated): The current two ancient rites are all activated, you will see the soul projection of the previous holder of the bright evening star, this soul will say its last wish, you must fulfill this last wish , gaining the Advanced Legacy feat.

"Note: If the soul of the incumbent of the Bright Evening Star thinks that you are not worthy of having the ring, it will turn into a stone and disappear until the next owner appears."

Symptoms: Although the ring fits the finger, wearers of non-elven blood will always find the ring a little loose or tight, while owners of elven blood will find it to be the perfect size.

(Explanation: This is an ancient piece of equipment inherited from the era of the high elves. Its first owner left a sentence before his death: I am at this end of the starry sky, and you are at the other end of the starry sky. Far, far away, splendid eternity, endlessly far away, can never meet again.)
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On the whole, this piece of equipment was not the legendary equipment that Brian had imagined, which made him a little disappointed.

However, fortunately, this equipment is an ancient equipment with better growth potential than legendary equipment, and its rarity is even rarer than legendary equipment.

The advantage of legendary equipment is that it can give all the abilities to the wearer at once, so that its own strength can be greatly improved.

The ancient equipment is a type of inherited growth equipment. As long as Brian can activate the three ancient rituals, he will gain many special abilities as his level increases.

Brian looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally put the platinum ring on his finger without any hesitation.

During the whole process from receiving the ring to putting it on his hand, he didn't say a word, and he didn't ask too much.

Because he knew very well in his heart that when he took over this piece of equipment, he also assumed a responsibility virtually.

To put it bluntly, it can also be called a transaction.

It's as if Sinafee Melianne gifted him powerful god-like powers, and he promised to help her protect the world from ancient evils.

Although there was no constraint between the two of them in this transaction, even if he patted his ass and left, there would be no problems, but Brian's subconscious and conscience told himself that he could not do this.

Even if he did it knowingly that he couldn't do it, and he paid a heavy price for it, it still had no effect. He couldn't just stand by and watch it perish like a bunch of people eating melons.

Therefore, the idea in Brian's heart is to try his best to defend this world. If he has put in all his efforts but still has no way to do it, he can only discard it. He will not foolishly lose his life go in.

As for the purpose of the ring given to him by Grandma Veranthor, Brian thought about it for a while and then figured out the reason.

However, knowing it well, he didn't take the initiative to point it out.

And Granny Veranse seemed to see through Brian's idea that he would definitely do it, so that she didn't ask for anything, as if it was a free gift.

"One last question." Brian broke the silence and said without thinking: "I want to know where the overseas island where the 'Mumbling of the Moon' Jialanas family lives is."

Since the first time Grandma Veranth mentioned the "Murm of the Moon" to him, Brian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He always felt that he had heard of it in the main material world in his previous life The surname of this elf family.

Due to the baptism of god-like power last night, his physical fitness has been greatly improved, and his mental power has also been strengthened, which made it easy for him to quickly search for everything about this family from the vague memory fragments.

This made him faintly feel that the person who had heard of the self-proclaimed 'Moon's Murmur' Galanus in the main material world and the elf family in this world were probably from the same person.

If he can find the family's hermitage, it means he has found another way to the main world.

After all, these elves from the Atas world, the spaceships that descend here are guarded by this family.

Of course, there is one more crucial factor.

From what Granny Villanse mentioned, there was a legendary psychic from the Jialanas family of 'Mumbling of the Moon' 1000 years ago. It can be seen that this family has definitely inherited the psychic skills from the world of Atas.

Now that he has decided that his future part-time job will be related to psychic energy, he naturally has to try his best to collect all the knowledge about psychic spells.

Otherwise, even if he successfully enters the psionic profession, he will not be able to cast any psionic spells without inherited psychic knowledge.

In other words, regarding the knowledge of psionic power, Brian is exactly like the novice Xiaobai when he first learned magic.

It would be the best thing if we could find the island where the 'Mumbling of the Moon' Jalannas family lives and successfully obtain the psychic spells they inherited from the world of Atas.

Psychic power is related to Brian's plan for his future growth path, and he must do everything possible to obtain the psionic skills that this family has inherited from the world of Atas.

Hearing Brian's question, Granny Veranthel frowned, she was silent for a long time, and then said softly:
"Actually, I don't really know where the 'Murm of the Moon' Galanas family lives."

Hearing this answer, Brian was still a little disappointed in his heart.

Because he originally thought that the psion who fought against the human wizard was Granny Veranthor.

Judging from the tone of her words, it was obviously impossible.

Brian didn't interrupt Granny Veranthal's pause.

For some reason, he instinctively thought that even if she didn't know the location of the other party, she must have other ways.

After all, she is a character who has survived since the elves descended from the world of Atas.

As for why the other party was able to survive until now, according to Brian's speculation, it was probably related to the crystal inlaid on the roof.

"However, I have a way to help you contact people in this family." Granny Veranthor paused for a long time, then looked at Brian: "Extend your hand."

Brian didn't think much about it, and let Granny Veranthur's withered palm fumble around in his own.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a light that was very similar to the crystal on the roof slowly blooming in the palm of his hand.

In fact, he felt right.

Because when he looked up subconsciously, he could clearly feel that the light of the crystal suddenly became very dim, like a candle that was about to go out.

When the crystal on the roof was about to go out, Granny Verantha finally stopped, and the dazzling light also subsided. She slowed down for a long time, and Brian waited patiently.

After an unknown amount of time, Granny Wei Lanse finally spoke, and she said in a very weak tone: "I have left a mark in your body, as long as someone from this family appears on the mainland, they will be able to sense your breath, what are you You don't have to do it, they will find you."

Brian instinctively started to check his various attributes, but to his surprise, there was no improvement related to imprints in his system bar.

Moreover, in the magic aura just now, out of his intuition for magic, he sensed the aura of the prophecy spell, which made him faintly feel that it might not be what Granny Veranse said.

Brian didn't ask too much, he straightened up, first looked up at the dim crystal, and then set his eyes on Granny Veranthor.

He saw that the elf prophet closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep as if exhausted.

Bryan bowed deeply to her, left her in the shadow of the treehouse, among the lush godswood, then gave her a deep look and turned away.

He left without leaving any words, because he knew that at this moment, any words were superfluous and would only add to the sadness.

In the dim hut with blue fluorescent lights, not long after Bryan left, the black shadow of Druid Elmon with a cane suddenly appeared beside the scattered bookshelves.

Leaning on crutches, the old druid walked to Granny Veranth's bed, knelt on the ground, and let out a heavy sigh, his old face was full of grief:
"Grandma Veranthor, Brian is right, his pity is right, we are too sad, we suffer, we yearn for revenge, but we are soberly aware of our own powerlessness. What about a long life, as long as We will live arrogantly in isolation and hatred, watching our fellow human beings become fewer, weaker, and more miserable until the end of our lives, and we cannot continue to be wrong like this."

"Then do you know what to do?" Granny Veranse sighed weakly.

"I will do my best!" Druid replied firmly.

"As long as we are alive, there will be hope for the future, because everything is reborn and there is no end to it."

The elf prophet said in a low, inaudible voice.

When the druid left the room without a sound, she gently opened her cloudy eyes, gazed longingly at the dim crystal on the roof, and muttered to herself:

"Once, I lived in a world of fire and sand. The crimson sun devoured the lives of birds and beasts, and sandstorms swept away the plants on the barren land. This is a continent of blood and dust, and barbaric elf tribes live in the sand and salt plains. Marauding lone caravans, mysterious singing winds beckoning men to slowly suffocate in seas of mud, and selfish lords squandering armies to build sumptuous palaces and tombs. This desolate wasteland is Athas, and it is my home."

In a trance, the elf prophet seemed to feel the poetry beating her heart like a drizzle:

That is a rich world.

Grass covers the field, surrounded by clear springs,
Wheat fields stretch for miles, and sheep strolling leisurely everywhere,
Oak and maple groves proudly guard their territory,
Joyful men wander among the surrendered herds.

What makes a warrior wield a sword?

Moti gladiators don't talk about greed,

The blood boils because of the supreme glory and the beauty's handkerchief.

For whom does the great king march, and for whom does the valiant army fight?

The belief in the safety of the people and justice fills my heart.

Why did everything change suddenly in the blink of an eye, leaving bursts of yellow sand and broken walls?
The world has forgotten you, only the sad song whispers:
How long will it take to restore the former appearance,

My Athas, my former homeland?

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(End of this chapter)