Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Imrik flew in the air and first threw two colorful balls of fire. The two balls of fire accurately hit the two unlucky ones among the spiders.

The violent burst of flames instantly ignited the two goblin spiders. The terrain characteristics of the colorful ball also ignited raging fires around the two spiders. The two spiders behind them had no time to dodge and ran into the two fires.

As the wail sounded, four spiders died in a colorful ball with a ring of damaging spell cards.

The remaining spiders retreated after seeing the flames and continued to rush towards the caravan, but what they didn't expect was that three balls of grease magic were waiting for them ahead.

As at least seven of the first wave of spiders fell into the greasy spell, Imrik chanted the spell three times again and threw out three colorful balls - flame evocation.

"Bang bang bang!" The grease technique and the colorful balls produced an extremely powerful chemical reaction, and the flames that shot up into the sky swallowed up seven of the goblin spiders.

The remaining monsters changed direction as soon as they saw the grease trap and rushed towards the crowd from the side.

Old John first picked up the three-color powder and sprinkled it into the sky. Gorgeous colored light scattered forward from his fingers, forming a cone-shaped area.

As nocturnal animals that live in the dark for a long time, intense bright light is their mortal enemy, not to mention the blinding and shocking effects of colorful jets.

The first few spiders were immediately illuminated by the colorful light. Their poor spell resistance made them completely unable to resist. Not only were they blinded by the colorful jets, they were also shocked and unable to move in place.

Old John succeeded in the attack and immediately retreated to the back. After all, he did not have a flying spell like Imric.

Seeing the opportunity, Carrot led the guards and rushed towards the spiders. Several spiders that were frightened in place were hacked to death one by one.

Imrik was flying in the air, with an extremely wide field of vision. He chanted the incantation again and repeated his old tricks, this time releasing the colorful ball - Thunder Charge.

The sizzling sound of electricity resounded within the white light sphere. This was the sonic element of the colorful ball, which could inflict powerful sonic damage to the enemy and knock them away.

Imrik saw a spider being knocked away by Carrot, knocking down another spider at the same time, and shouted: "Stay away, Carrot!"

He slammed the ball in his hand onto the ground, making a squeezing shape with his palm. The thundering colorful ball instantly hit the two spiders, and a powerful sound wave spread out, shattering the developed hearing systems of the nearby spiders, and knocked the two spiders far away, and hit the big tree hard. .

When Carrot got some free time, he went to help other over-stressed guards.

Seeing that the remaining spiders were not afraid, Imric and Old John used frost rays from time to time to support the remaining guards.

The battle came to an end when the last spider was frozen in place by Imric and Old John, unable to move, and was hacked to death by Carrot.

Imrik flew down from the sky. Old John ran over and patted Imrik on the shoulder. He sighed and said, "Thanks to you tonight, Imrik. Hey, I..."

Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue. He really couldn't understand Imrik. He was throwing away fifty gold coins for a spell as if it was free. Imric wasted at least three hundred gold coins tonight.

On the other hand, he was releasing frost rays next to him like a fish paddling in the water.

But this is what a normal low-level mage does! Old John thought to himself blankly. He was blinded by Imrik's inhumane money-making ability, but he didn't know that for Imrik, all spells have no restrictions on casting materials.

Imrik also understood what Old John was thinking. He was once an ordinary low-level mage, and he understood the pain points of low-level mage fighting.

After the battle was over, everyone continued to rest in place for the night, and then reorganized and set off early the next morning.

In the afternoon, everyone's caravan finally walked out of the Twilight Forest and arrived at Dragon Blade Castle.

After entering the city, Imric said goodbye to Old John, and the two made an appointment to meet tomorrow to discuss real estate matters in detail.

Assyria and Ella decided to follow Old John to see the boss of the Chamber of Commerce. Before leaving, they handed the copied divine scroll to Imric.

"Get a suite." Imric, covered in black mage robes, walked into a tavern. As soon as he entered, he took out a gold coin and threw it to the halfling bartender.

The short halfling took the gold coin into his mouth, bit it, and looked at Imric with squinted eyes.

"Ah, distinguished Master Mage, we have three different suites here, namely Mediterranean style, Lost City under the Mountain, and Couple's Suite. Which one do you want?" the halfling said to Imrik flatteringly.

A mysterious mage is rare even in Dragonblade Castle, which is more developed than Bucks City, let alone in a place like a tavern where people are mixed.

Imrik smiled and said: "The Mediterranean style is good, I like the tropical climate. By the way, send me a steak and fish to my house."

After saying that, Imric sat down, took out a gold coin again, held it between his two fingers and looked at the halfling and said, "Please introduce Dragon Blade Castle to me. It's best if you can give me a gold coin worth it." News, halfling."

The short bartender made an exaggerated expression and movement, and said loudly: "Of course, my dear Master Mage, Holt is the most well-informed bartender in this city. I promise that you will not be disappointed. Where do you want to start?"

Imrik thought for a while and asked: "Tell me first, the distribution of power in this city, and if I want to buy some spell materials and spell supplies, where should I buy them?"

After hearing this, Halfling Hot said: "You asked me to ask the right person. Dragon Blade Castle is divided into inner city and outer city. Our place belongs to the outer city in the south. The biggest force in the outer city is the Thieves Guild, while in the inner city it is A gathering place for the city government and noble lords.

As for spell materials and spell supplies, we don’t know what they are, but wizards like you will go to Utris’s witchcraft shop. Maybe you can go there and have a look. "

Imric nodded with satisfaction and threw the gold coin in his hand into the halfling's hand.

He was about to get up and go back to his room, when a strong man next to him suddenly spilled his wine on him. When he looked back, he saw that it was two drunkards arguing.

He glanced at the drunkard unhappily, but he didn't expect that the drunkard would dare to yell at him when he saw him wearing a mage's robe: "What are you looking at, you damn bastard? Believe it or not, I dug out your eyes."

The drunkard opposite him shivered when he saw the mage robe Imrik was wearing, and hurried to the side, gloating as he watched the other man's life-or-death performance.

Imrik smiled and said: "I don't know if you will dig out my eyes, but I know that if you have eyes, it is better not to have them at all. A fool like you who can't even see clearly who you have offended is better to remain blind." Drop it"

The drunkard across from him became furious when he heard this, and raised his fist to hit Imric. Imrik's lips moved slightly, and he stretched out his palms like eagle talons to look into the eyes of the man opposite him.

A burst of gorgeous colored light erupted from Imrik's hand. People around him who had no time to close their eyes covered their eyes and started crying. The drunkard closest to him was directly stimulated by the light and burst into tears.

First-level spell—Colorful Jet

Looking at the drunkard who was so shocked that he couldn't move even if he whined in pain, Imrik put his hand on his head and said, "Shock the shock!"

Level 0 trick - tremor electric shock, a tiny electric current passed through Imrik's hand, and the trembling drunkard fell to the ground uncontrollably, and a burst of shit and urine came out of his pants.

Imrik looked at him with disgust, then stepped over his body and walked towards the room.

He couldn't wait to check out the scroll of divine magic given to him by Assyria. It was already the greatest gift not to kill him on the spot for a scum like this that affected his mood. However, as a mortal with no magic resistance, he was attacked at close range. If you are exposed to the colorful jets, you will most likely be blind for the rest of your life.