Lord of Spells from Faerûn

After the two Imrik left the Spine of the World, they set out for the Dwarf Valley near the Great Cone of Cairn. This is where the largest dwarf tribe in Icewind Valley lives. Since the Barbarian War three years ago, Bruno has been living with the adopted barbarian boy in the tribe.

Drizzt was preoccupied along the way, worried about the mage and his monster army under the Spine of the World. He always felt uneasy, but he hoped that his premonition was wrong. A high mage was so powerful. He knew all too well that most of the shadows of the dark elves' childhood were their female counterparts, swaying the brilliance of arcane and divine magic wantonly, destroying the memories of underground cities one after another.

"You shouldn't think about this anymore, Drizzt." Imric glanced at Drizzt, and he knew that the kind-hearted dark elf was torturing in his heart whether it was the right thing to leave indifferently. "At least until now, Ten Towns has maintained its peace, right?"

Drizzt felt a little better after hearing this and smiled reluctantly.

The two continued to walk in silence, and finally arrived at an open-air blacksmithing workshop built by Bruno in a hidden place at the foot of the Cairn Giant Cone Mountain in the evening. This was an inaccessible area in the Dwarf Valley, with the Bremen Trail leading to it at the north end. Surrounding the vast tundra to the west of the mountain is the Icewind Pass to the east.

Drizzt saw the shadow of a dwarf below, and when he looked carefully it was Bruno. Just when he was about to call out to the other party, he suddenly found that the dwarf was concentrating on forging a weapon, so he kept silent and waited patiently for his old man. Friends completed the work.

Bruno was currently in the blacksmith's shop, sweating profusely, using the hammer in his hand to forge a more exquisite silver hammer.

Earlier this week, Bruno had dreamed of a double-headed hammer striking a mithril nugget. The dwarf immediately understood the meaning of this sign and knew that he must act immediately to prepare for the coming magical night.

This is the tradition of the dwarves. They firmly believe that whenever they dream that they are forging a weapon, it must be a hint given by the great [Soul Forger] Moradin, and they begin to prepare to forge a once-in-a-lifetime weapon. Supreme weapon.

This is actually a bit similar to beholders. This group of poor people who are suffering from severe mental illness, every time they dream of another beholder, they are convinced that this is a prophecy given by the [Great Mistress], and they must go and kill the beholder in the dream. Beholder, otherwise they will definitely be killed by the opponent.

Of course, most of the time when the beholder packs up its bags and embarks on a journey to eliminate its old enemy, it is often eliminated by adventurers after discovering that it was just a nightmare.

At this time, Bruno was beating the mithril block in his hand frantically again and again. With his superb skills, the metal was easily beaten into the shape he wanted. He knew that before the morning light interrupted him, the hammer head would be able to Taken shape.

Imric stood on the mountainside, looking at the horizon that was about to fall into darkness. The perfect and light Selûne was slowly rising, and said softly: "Today is the night of the summer solstice."

In the distant tundra, a lonely wolf sat motionless like a statue. When the huge silver disk of the full summer moon rises from the edge of the horizon, it waits patiently but anxiously.

It waited until the full moon appeared in the night sky, and then began howling in accordance with the ancient habits of the wolf tribe. And this cry was answered over and over again by other wild wolves and nocturnal animals in the distance, shouting together to the power of the stars in the sky.

The night of the summer solstice begins, and the power of magic stirs in the air, exciting all creatures except rational animals that are not affected by instinct.

Bruno clearly felt this magic in his emotional state. But he focused on the peak work of his life and entered a state of extreme concentration. His hands didn't shake at all as he opened the golden lid of the locket.

The powerful warhammer was clamped on an anvil in front of the dwarf. It is Bruno's best work, already very powerful and beautiful, but still waiting for the subtle mysterious words and spells to transform it into a powerful magical weapon with special powers.

Bruno did not need to follow the instructions to carve, these symbols were already engraved on his heart and soul.

He solemnly carved the hammer and anvil of Moradin the Soulforger on one side of the hammer head, and the cross-axe of the dwarf war god Crangiton on the other side. Finally, he took out the silver scroll tube and lightly Gently opening the diamond cover, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the parchment scroll inside was still there after all these decades.

He wiped the oily sweat from his hands, took out the scroll, slowly unfolded it, and laid it on the anvil. At first, the scroll looked blank, but as the light of the full moon shone on it, the mysterious symbols of power slowly emerged.

These words were passed down from the ancestors of Bruno's family. Although he had never read them, the mysterious straight lines and curves on them gave Bruno a satisfying sense of intimacy. His hand confidently placed the chisel among the symbols, and then began to carve the mysterious words onto the war hammer. He felt the magic pass from the parchment through him to the weapon.

Under the illumination of Silver Moon Selune, this weapon will finally be born.

When the dwarf burned the last rune on it, a burst of darkness fell on the dwarf. His head turned away, and he didn't know what force kept him from falling. But the spell exhausted him and he could no longer bear the burden. He didn't even realize that these spells were coming out of him one after another, sucking away more and more of his strength. Then he collapsed, although he was completely unconscious before his head hit the ground.

Drizzt, who had been waiting quietly for a long time, gently caught Bruno's fallen body, while Imric looked at the weapon in front of him in amazement, which was made of mithril and diamonds and covered with mysterious magic runes. weapons.

Imric turned on [Detect Magic], and a shining magical aura rose into the sky. This was a +3 magical war hammer, which was added with magical power that allowed the holder to use psychic power to control the war hammer back to his hand.

Imric glanced at the unconscious dwarf and shook his head. This is the price of creating a magic weapon. Mages will not forge magic weapons with hammers themselves. In fact, they will spend a lot of money to hire senior blacksmiths to forge them. The war hammer in front of you is one of the equipment that can withstand powerful magic enchantment.

This warhammer has mysterious dwarven runes and mithril added background, which is enough for the mage to enchant very powerful spells on it. Of course, it is just a relatively ordinary weapon now, and it requires a huge price to hire a high-level mage to use magic to stabilize it. Only by enchanting it with magic can it reach the same level as the [Command Fire Element Ring], a legendary magic equipment.

However, this last item is also the most difficult one. Even if the forging of the weapon itself requires dozens of days of hard work by the blacksmith and a magical environment with violent magic like "Summer Solstice Night", it is still necessary to cast [Magic Constancy] with the mage. Compared with the cost, it is still small.

The magic constancy spell is only a fifth-level spell, but it can even make a nine-level spell constant on equipment. This is because the casting conditions of this spell, in addition to the spell slot, also permanently consume a part of one's mental power as stable energy. The price of the source always plays a constant role in guiding the energy of the magic network in the equipment.

Therefore, a mage will never use [Magic Constancy] easily, because every time this spell is cast, it will take hundreds of days of meditation to regain the lost mental power. Even if it is used multiple times in a short period of time, it will still be lost. The terrible cost of permanently downgrading the caster's level due to a sudden drop in mental power.

This is also the reason why magic equipment, especially high-level magic equipment, is so rare, but Imrik is not worried. The reduced mental power is also a casting material, so it also falls within the scope of the "material-free" of the Endless Book.

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When Bruno woke up, he found that the warhammer he had worked so hard to build was being played with in the hands of the dark elf. He quickly jumped up from the bed, dodged the warhammer and said angrily: "Are you willing to come back from your trip? It just so happened that I I need your help."

Drizzt said with a smile: "Old man, this weapon is too luxurious. Could it be that it was made for me? I am not used to using a war hammer."

Bruno rolled his eyes and said, "Don't dream. This is the weapon I made for Wulfgar. He will leave soon and will need these."

Then he looked down at the magic warhammer in his hand and murmured to himself: "Yes, the tundra is so dangerous, and he left just like that. The kid's stick is gone. I can't let him run around in this wilderness with nothing on his body." No weapons! Just old hammers on the left and right, nothing more."

"You want to give it to that barbarian boy?" he asked pretending to be disbelieving. He knew that the dwarf had hidden strong feelings for the barbarian he rescued from the battlefield, although he also knew that Bruno would never admit it publicly.

The dwarf's face turned red and he said angrily: "So what? After all, you have been my slave for three years and mined for me. I, Bruno, am not that stingy. That child must have something to defend himself."

"What's its name?" Imric asked curiously. He felt that this weapon with the potential to become a legendary magical equipment deserves a good name.

"The Fang of Aegis! Bruno's greatest masterpiece in his life, the magical hammer that will be used by Wulfgar in the future." Bruno answered without thinking. Before he even had time to think of a name, the name came to him automatically. He had no memory of it, but when he recited the magical incantation during the ceremony, he decided on the name of the weapon.

"I understand," Drizzt said, taking the hammer back to Bruenor. "The Fang of Aegis is just an old hammer, but it's good enough for that kid. Mithril, adamantine, and diamonds combined are just an old hammer."

"Shut up!" Bruno snapped, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Can you shut your mouth quietly like Imric!"

"Why do you need me, friend?" the Dark Elf asked teasingly, changing the subject.

Bruno cleared his throat. "That kid," he said softly. Drizzt saw a lump in Bruenor's throat, preventing him from uttering his next taunt.

"He was freed in the winter," continued Bruno, "and he had not been well trained. He was stronger than any man I had ever seen, and moved as nimble as a deer on the run. But he had no knowledge of fighting. The method is still very raw.”

Drizzt nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that his dwarf friend really had deep feelings for the barbarian boy. Maybe this was a cross-generational relationship?

The dark elf secretly guessed, smiled and promised: "No problem, my friend, I will teach him everything I have learned throughout my life."

The dwarf asked Imric and Drizzt to wait in the room. He went out and brought back a barbarian boy. This young barbarian was very tall, with a strong body and golden facial skin that had just grown. , uneven golden beard.

Wulfgar walked into the room. When he saw Imrik, his body trembled. The nightmare that had appeared in his dreams countless times in the past had this face. Outside the Ten Towns, the mage hung high above The sky harvested the lives of his own kin with ease and ease, and his companions who were ten times stronger than him were as weak as ants in front of the mage.

Imric smiled and looked at the barbarian boy in front of him without saying a word. He saw the fear in the other person's eyes and knew that he was a lucky man on the battlefield, but so what, war is always cruel and blind. No one is right or wrong, just different positions.

Bruno saw Wulfgar choked and didn't speak as if he was mute. He patted him hard on the back and said, "Don't just stand there stupidly. This is the master I found for you. From today on, you can teach him to me." Learn martial arts and obey his orders just like you would obey me!"

When Wulfgar saw the dark elf that the dwarf was referring to, the barbarian boy who was angry because of his perennial nightmare said angrily: "As long as you are happy, I am just your slave anyway."

"Your heart is as wild as the tundra," Bruno said with a smile. "You have never been and will never be the slave of any human or dwarf!"

Wulfgar's defenses collapsed at the unconventional praise coming from a dwarf. He wanted to answer, but didn't know what to say.

"I never thought of you as a slave, boy," Bruno continued. "You worked under me to pay off the sins of your people, and I taught you a lot in return. Now let go of the resentment in your heart. The war is over."

"You are a good blacksmith and have a very keen sense of stones, but you do not belong in the dwarf's mine. Now is the time for you to feel the sunshine on your face again. Promise me, no matter what, you will not stop because of the previous generation. Hatred has made his life miserable, Wulfgar." The dwarf looked at the young man with rare tenderness and said.

"I wouldn't do that," Wulfgar replied forcefully. "When my obligation to you is over, I want to leave here completely free and do whatever I want!"

"Fair enough," Bruenor agreed, Wulfgar's stubborn ego adding to the dwarf's respect for him. He paused to examine the proud young warrior, and found himself gratified by the role he had played in Wulfgar's development.

"You hit me on the head with your smelly flagpole and broke it." Bruno started to say hesitantly. He cleared his throat. This last step made the tough dwarf uncomfortable. He wasn't sure he could do it without showing emotion or stupidity.

"When your agreement with me expires, it will be winter. I can't let you go out into the wilderness without a weapon." He said quickly and brought the warhammer.

"The Fang of Aegis," he said roughly as he tossed the hammer to Wulfgar. "I will not place any restrictions on your will, but for the sake of my conscience, I hope you can swear not to harm any residents of Ten Towns again!"

When Wulfgar's hand came close to the handle of the adamantine hammer, he felt the value of this magical warhammer. He had never seen a weapon as exquisitely crafted and as powerful as the Fang of Aegis.

The gift given by the dwarf pretending to be impatient finally opened the barbarian's heart. He once again glanced at the black-robed mage who looked at him with a smile. The face that appeared in his nightmares day and night did not seem so scary. .

"I swear." Wulfgar stuttered. He was overwhelmed by this wonderful gift and could not speak. He calmed himself down enough to continue speaking, but by the time he could tear his eyes away from the hammer, Bruenor was gone.

The dwarf stepped hard and left his room along the long corridor. He muttered to himself, cursing his weakness. He hoped not to meet his own kind.

Bruno looked around carefully, then wiped his wet gray eyes.

"Give me the weapon." Imric looked at the barbarian boy and said. Wulfgar glanced at the mage hesitantly. He was reluctant to part with this precious treasure that was immersed in the dwarf's emotions, but he did not dare to resist the mage's order.

Wulfgar finally handed the warhammer into the hands of the mage. Imrik looked at him with a smile, and the hand holding the warhammer shone brightly.

[Constant Magic—Gravity Sphere], [Constant Magic—Gravity Sphere], [Constant Magic—Gravity Sphere].

The enchanting process lasted ten minutes. Imric bestowed the magic constant of the four-ring spell [Gravity Sphere] three times on this warhammer at once. From then on, this warhammer can cast [Gravity Sphere] three times a day from the position of the warhammer. 】.

Even though Imric could enchant so easily, he had enchanted three fourth-level spells at once. If it were an ordinary ninth-level mage, his mental power would have suffered a severe collapse at this time, and he would be on the verge of falling to the eighth level. It takes several years of careful recovery to meditate back the lost mental power.

Imrik threw it back to the barbarian and said: "Take it, I have enchanted it with a spell, and he will tell you the specific usage."

The barbarian took the war hammer in a daze, and the treasure in his hand told him that he had undergone tremendous changes in the hands of the mage, and he had since transformed into a real magical weapon.

Wulfgar half-opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He had always thought that he was surrounded by a group of enemies and was working in the dark like a slave. But now he discovered that the dwarf had carefully forged a powerful weapon for him. Even the former Nightmare deigned to add powerful spells to his weapons.

The barbarian boy's heart was lightly touched.

Finally, the experience value has been replaced with a reasonable explanation. There should be no bugs. The expression form is the same as the experience value, and the principle of action is also very reasonable.