Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"Roar! Flesh!" The three frost giants tore apart the gate of the Ice Crystal Castle. They originally followed the master's order to subdue the old white dragon, but when they arrived, they found that there was nothing but dragon blood. When the frost giants smashed the ground with their big sticks in anger, they discovered that there was an ice and snow castle nearby.

The three of them discussed it and decided to eat before going back to accept the punishment of their master. They decided to break the castle and catch and eat the creatures inside.

Suddenly, a fireball spell fell from the sky and accurately hit one of the frost giants. A strong flame burst out, making the frost giant scream and keep wiping the ice and snow on the ground on its body.

The black-robed mage stood in the sky. Seeing that the fireball spell was not destroyed, he pointed again, and three consecutive fireball spells were born from the fingertips and shot out.

The Frost Giant, who finally extinguished the flames on his body, discovered the attack from the sky. He looked at the little man in the sky and jumped to his feet, and quickly activated the spell-like ability [Stone Wall Technique] three times a day. A huge stone wall formed on the Frost Giant. Standing up in front of him, three fireballs hit the stone wall and caused a violent explosion.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The shock wave emitted by the fireball technique hit the stone wall like a giant hammer, but the hard stone wall remained unmoved, with only a few cracks exposed.

Imrik looked at the several frustrated frost giants with great interest. The hands containing magic stretched out from the sleeves again, and the figures of several creatures instantly appeared in front of the frost giants.

[Summon the Evil Hunter], [Summon the Blarani Angel], [Summon the Mastiff-headed Angel].

A centaur-like mechanical creature with smooth skin and golden armor appeared on the spot. This evil hunter from the ultimate lawful plane [Mechanical Realm] led the remaining two celestial angels to charge towards the frost giant.

"Ho! Summons! It's not delicious!" The frost giant roared impatiently. He knew that once he killed these creatures, they would just "swish" away like light, without giving him a chance to eat.

[Fossils are mud], [Fossils are mud], [Fossils are mud].

While the frost giants and angels were fighting, Imric cast several five-ring spells [Fossils to Mud] in succession. This spell could transform the stone ground into a mud-like swamp. A large number of stones were covered under the feet of the frost giants and angels. Cut into cement, swallowing up their heavy bodies.

[Turn mud into stone], [Turn mud into stone], [Turn mud into stone].

Several opposite five-ring spells turned all the mud around the frost giants into hard stones. These frost giants struggled hard, but even with their powerful body strength, they would not be able to escape from the hard ground for a while. .

Looking at the few frost giants with only one head exposed, Imrik pointed at the sky, and a blue ray shot towards the clouds in the sky. There was lightning and thunder in an instant, and a huge dark cloud appeared in front of the frost giants. top of head.

Fifth-ring druid magic - summoning thunderstorm.

This spell is an advanced version of [Thunder Summoning Technique], and it is more powerful. 12 thunderbolts are continuously chopped down from the air like the Sword of Damocles. Compared with [Thunder Summoning Technique], the power of this spell is close to the real one. The volts of lightning in nature, the heads of the three frost giants were burned black by the thunder of the dancing electric snakes.

Imrik flew down from the sky and was surprised to find that these frost giants were not dead yet. Although they were weak, they still had a breath. Drizzt, who had been watching the show for a long time, walked up and said in shock: "Oh my God, Is the vitality of the frost giant so strong? He's not even dead."

Imric casually threw a [Cure Serious Wounds] at one of the frost giants, and used [Suggestion] to the frost giant who woke up and asked: "Tell me, what are you doing here, you silly guy."

The frost giant roared and said: "I'm not stupid! My master asked us to conquer the white dragon and let it join the master's army, but we didn't find it and wanted to have a good meal before going back. Then they attacked here."

Imrik's heart moved, and [Reading Thoughts] told him that in the frost giant's heart, this master was a very powerful spell caster, most likely a high-level mage. He used spells to control a large number of monster tribes to work for him, and organized a army.

Imric told Drizzt the facts he discovered, and the dark elf said solemnly: "Why build an army of monsters? Imric, I'm worried that this mage wants to do harm to Icewind Dale."

Imrik shook his head. He didn't know the other party's purpose, but it was normal for a senior mage to take back some monsters as his subordinates. The only difference was that the other party seemed to have recruited more monsters.

"Listen to me, Drizzt, don't get involved in this matter. A powerful high-level mage is definitely not easy to deal with. I even saw the frost giant casting an eighth-level spell in his memory! We don't know what the other party is going to do. You know, it’s better to wait and see what happens.”

Imrik persuaded Drizzt in a persuasive way. He did not want to face a powerful mage out of nowhere.

Drizzt sighed and said: "I have indeed fallen into subjective consciousness, but I promise that if he wants to do anything that harms the people of Icewind Dale, I will definitely stop him!"

After speaking, he smiled relaxedly and said, "I don't want to think about this anymore. Let's go find Bruno first."

Imric nodded. He planned to set off with Drizzt. He had not seen the old-fashioned dwarf for a long time. He heard that Bruno was the leader of the dwarf clan. Maybe he could establish a trading relationship with them and purchase Some armor weapons to equip your own undead army.

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Deep in the Spine of the World.

"Bilin, take your people and set off!" the wizard ordered the frost giant standing in front of him in the main hall where the throne was located in the magic crystal tower. "Remember that you represent Akar Kessell's army. You are the first group to go to this area. Secrecy is the key to our victory! Don't mess up! I will monitor your every move."

"We won't screw it up, Master," the giant replied. "We will prepare a place waiting for you to come!"

"I trust you," Kessell promised, looking at the silly frost giant. "Let's go now!"

The frost giant raised a mirror covered by a blanket that Kessell had given him, bowed one last time to its master, and walked out of the room.

"You shouldn't have sent them," Ertu hissed disapprovingly, the terrifying demon standing invisible next to the throne throughout the conversation. "The sub-giants and their frost giant leaders could easily attract attention in a place full of humans and dwarves."

"Bilin is a wise leader," Kessell retorted loudly, angry at the demon's rudeness. "The giant is cunning enough, those armies won't be discovered!"

"But humans should be more suitable for this task, as Clinshinibon told you."

"I'm the boss!" Kessell yelled angrily. He took out the broken magic crystal from his robe, shook it threateningly in front of Ertu, and leaned forward to strengthen the threat.

"Clinshinibon can only give advice, but in the end it is up to me to decide! Don't forget the position you are in now, a powerful demon. I am the ruler of the Shattered Magic Crystal, and I will not tolerate your interference with me. Any step of action!”

This narrow-minded wizard couldn't stand this demon suggesting to him in a mocking tone, I am the master of this army! The owner of the broken magic crystal!

Ertu's blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously, and Kessell straightened back on the throne at this time. He regretted whether his attitude was too strong and rethought the right and wrong of threatening this demon. But Ertu soon calmed down, willing to put up with the minor inconvenience of Kessell's foolish rage for the long-term benefit.

"Clinshinibon has existed from the beginning of the world, from the dawn of time," the demon rasped, concluding. "It has caused a thousand battles many times larger than what you planned. You should rely more on its advice."

Kessell was twitching nervously. The Shattered Demon Crystal had indeed suggested that he send humans there so that he could control the entire area in one fell swoop.

He could make up a dozen reasons for himself to send the giants, but in fact, he sent Bi Lin and his gang just to show the broken magic crystal and the rude demon that his orders could not be violated, rather than to gain military strength. The advantages.

"When I think Clinshinibon's advice is suitable, I will do it." He said to Ertu casually, taking out another crystal from one of the many pockets of the gorgeous robe he wore, It was a copy of the Clinshinibon he had used when building the tower.

"Take this to an appropriate location to perform the pagoda-building ceremony," he instructed. "When everything is ready, I will come to you through the mirror door."

"You already have a magic crystal tower, and you want to build another one now?" Ertu retorted loudly. "The broken magic crystal will consume a lot of power!"

"Shut up!" Kessell ordered, his thin body shaking angrily at the demon's disobedience again.

"Let me do it now! Let the Shattered Demon Crystal worry about the other things!"

Ertu took a copy of the Shattered Magic Crystal and bowed deeply to Kessell. The demon strode slowly out of the room without saying another word.

It knew that Kessell was just stupidly trying to show his control over the Shard, even if it was using unwise tactics. The stupid lucky guy didn't have the ability or experience to fight this battle, but the Shard still supported it. he.

Ertu once secretly suggested to the Shattered Crystal that it should get rid of Kessell and make himself the new ruler. But Duke Shennybon refused. The cunning artifact knew he could not control this powerful demon as easily as he could control Kessell.

At the same time, the giant servant outside the door came in and informed his master of the arrival of the new guest. Kessell narrowed his eyes and waved his hand half-heartedly, asking the giant to bring the person in.

Outside the door, a strong barbarian walked into the iron door of the black tower with great momentum, and pushed away the disgusting troll guards with a threatening roar.

He hated this place where magic was built, and once decided to ignore the summons from the tower that suddenly appeared, but in the end he still couldn't resist the summons of the master of the magic crystal tower. The powerful and terrifying magic was just like the original one [Published] Lin Sander] The terrifying mage outside the city was just like, no, even more terrifying. In the end, he surrendered for his own people.

Yes, Heistav, that terrible barbarian leader survived after suffering a fatal blow from Drizzt, and led the remaining barbarians to survive on the tundra.

Sheefstad hated this wizard. By any barbarian standard, Akal Kessell was a weakling who could only play tricks and summon demons to do things that should be done with muscles, but Heifstad hated him even more. , it was the fact that he had to lower his proud head because he could not refute the power of this wizard to rule them.

Akar Kessell's audience room is located on the second floor of the Magic Crystal Tower. The barbarian king opened the bead curtain at the door of the audience room. The wizard was leaning on a huge satin pillow in the center of the room, his nails painted with black nail polish. Her long fingernails were tapping impatiently on the armrest of the throne, and several naked female slaves whose minds had been destroyed by the broken magic crystal were waiting for every command that the ruler of the magic crystal gave them at random.

Seeing the girls being enslaved by such a shriveled creature, Heafstad was very angry. Not for the first time he wanted to rush over and strike the wizard on the head with his great axe.

But he couldn't do it. He knew that the only outcome of rushing over was to be torn apart by violent magic.

"You came too late." Kessell said calmly. "Actually, you should have come earlier. Many of our military forces have been assembled, and the first reconnaissance team has set off."

He leaned forward to emphasize the point he wanted to make, and chuckled evilly: "If I can't find the people to task you with in my plans, then I have no need of you at all."

This brave and fearless barbarian looked at the mage without any fear on his face.

"Come, strong king," the wizard said softly, "sit down and share the riches of my table."

Holding on to his pride, Heafstad remained motionless.

"Very good!" Kessell shouted sternly. He clenched his fists and made a decision. The power of magic poured out from the broken magic crystal under the will of the mage.

"To whom do you owe allegiance?" he asked.

Heafstad stood firm, his muscles all tense, as if he was fighting against an invisible force.

"Allegiance to Akal Kessell!" he answered, though he was sick to his stomach.

"Tell me again, who rules those tribes in the tundra?"

"They all listen to me," Heafstad replied, "and I listen to Akar Kessell. Akar Kessell rules over all the tribes of the tundra!"

The wizard relaxed his fist, and the relaxed telekinesis caused the Barbarian King to fall back a step.

"I don't like doing this to you," he rubbed his black nail polish and said with a strange smile, "Don't let me do it again."

He took a scroll from behind a satin pillow and dropped it on the floor. "Sit before me," he ordered Heefstadt.

The barbarian came to the master and opened the parchment. On it was a place he was very familiar with, his nightmare.

That's a map of ten towns.

The war is about to begin, and the evil broken magic crystal needs the protagonist's training.