Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Early the next morning, Imric came to the witchcraft shop.

When Utris saw Imrik's arrival, she happily greeted him. Every time this mage, who had been visiting frequently recently, came, she felt happy.

Of course, this has absolutely nothing to do with the exquisite face brought about by Imrik Gundam 16's charm.

"I want to buy a magic item with the fireball spell." Imrik said straight to the point. He is a socially efficient person and never disdains being polite to others without purpose.

Utris gently stroked her fiery red hair and said with a smile: "Look here, scepter, staff, magic wand, magic storage ring. The magic equipment in my store is the most complete in Dragon Blade Castle."

Imric gently picked up a short wand, and Utris introduced it to him: "This is a fireball wand, it can be charged for ten rounds, it will be destroyed after use, and it sells for 900 gold coins. "

In Faerûn, among the common equipment that can release spells, wands are the cheapest.

The wand has huge limitations. First of all, it can only carve spells of level 4 and below, which limits its market to only middle- and low-level mages.

Secondly, the wand cannot be restored, and its crude production technology makes it a one-time consumable like a scroll.

Of course, since the production cost of the same wand is lower than that of a ten-shot scroll, it is more affordable for those wealthy low-level magicians to buy a wand.

More advanced than the wand is the wand. There is no level limit on the wand. It can carve any spell from one to nine levels, and the same wand can carve multiple spells.

The sophisticated production technology allows the maker to inject the original magic power of the magic network into the staff and permanently solidify the spell model.

This allows the staff to recover a certain amount of magic power every day like a mage, and use this magic power to release the spells in the staff.

Finally, for a mage, the most advanced luxury item is of course a gorgeous scepter.

The scepter is more in line with people's fantasy of magic weapons on earth. In addition to having the characteristics of a staff, the scepter can also stabilize various spell effects, improve the holder's spell power, spell level, and a series of auxiliary effects. .

As for the spell storage ring, it has an effect similar to that of a magic wand, but it can only carve one spell model, and due to size limitations, the number of times it can release spells per day is far less than that of a magic wand.

However, compared to the latter three, the only thing Imric could afford now was a wand, so he had no choice but to acquire the fireball wand.

After handing Utris 900 gold coins, he asked Utris nonchalantly: "I have been looking for the spell Mizongbu recently. I wonder if you have any relevant spell scrolls or spell models here."

Utris frowned and thought for a while, then said: "I really don't have the spell scroll for this spell. As for the spell model, I believe you can see that I am a warlock and there is no need to collect spell models.

Let's do this, I will help you collect spell scrolls, or purchase spell models of this spell from other guests.

But you also know that the price of the latter is not stable. What is your budget? "

Imric thought about the powerful effect of the Lost Steps, gritted his teeth and said, "300 gold coins is the most. I believe you know that even in Candlekeep, it only costs 100 gold coins to copy a second-level spell model."

Candlekeep is the magic pearl on the continent of Faerûn. Blessed by the God of Knowledge himself, it contains a large number of magic models. All travelers are welcome to copy them. Of course, this requires money.

Unfortunately, Candlekeep is too far away from Imric, and the gold coins required to copy spells can be said to be a bottomless pit, so there is no need to go there for the time being.

Utris nodded, thinking about how to get a kickback without letting the handsome mage in front of her find out.

But Imrik didn't care. 300 gold coins to copy a second-level spell was expensive, but Mizongbu's improvement to him was a qualitative difference, and he was willing to pay for it.

Before leaving, Imric bought some more materials for spell scrolls and took them with him, preparing to use his free time on the journey to continue copying the scrolls.

When the mercenary team set off, it was almost noon, and the scorching sun was radiating the earth.

If you set out in this kind of weather, you don’t have to worry about encountering monsters that are afraid of strong light during the day.

The team's configuration consists of a fifth-level mage, a fourth-level mage, a third-level mage, and three fourth-level warriors.

It is worth mentioning that the only fifth-level mage in the team is a female half-elf who has the profession of a swordsinger. This is a spellcasting profession that only elves and half-elves can take up.

Swordsingers can be regarded as a kind of mage with both magic and martial arts skills. Each swordsinger is proficient in the gorgeous elven swordsmanship, practices combat spells day and night, and integrates the skills of spells and swordsmanship.

It can be said that it is a profession with very strong combat effectiveness, but because the Swordsinger is a profession dedicated to combat, most of the spell list focuses on damage spells, which is not as comprehensive as the mage.

"Introduction, this is the secretary of our Chamber of Commerce, Ms. Loste Silvermoon, a fifth-level swordsinger." Old John said to Imric.

Imric nodded to Loste, smiled and said: "Hello, Ms. Silvermoon, I am Imric Thor."

Rost returned the favor with the same smile. Elves are a race obsessed with appearance, and they would treat delicate-looking humans like Imrik with a kind attitude.

But similarly, if the charm attribute is too low and the appearance is too ugly, the elves will be hostile for no reason. It can be said that it is a race of the National Appearance Association.

When Lost's eyes shifted to the copper furnace Imric brought, his eyes became completely disgusted:

"Honor Corellon! What a twisted and ugly creature this is! My body and mind are damaged!"

Roost's delicate elf face seemed to have seen something invisible, and she shouted.

Tongluo touched the horns inexplicably on the side, not quite understanding what the little female half-elf in front of him was doing.

Imrik smiled and introduced the situation of the copper furnace to Lost. When he learned that the monster was Imrik's servant, Lost still felt uncomfortable, but he had to pinch his nose and admit it.

The group of people rode towards the Druid camp in the forest, while Copper Furnace ran behind them to follow them.

Since there was no accompanying person this time, the speed was greatly accelerated. At dusk, before it was completely dark, everyone had already reached the outskirts of the camp.

His strong physical fitness gave Tongluo super endurance, but even he was still out of breath from exhaustion after running all afternoon.

Imric came over, took out a large piece of fresh meat, and ordered the copper stove to keep a watch outside the camp. If anything happened, he would be notified through the collar.

The Druid camp is a gathering place for wood elves, and evil creatures like Copperfurnace are not allowed to set foot there.

Therefore, Imric had no choice but to leave the copper furnace outside the camp.

The entire camp is like a village. The difference is that the wood elves have placed their houses on the trees.

Simple huts made of grass, vines and wood were hung on the trees, and the wood elves were resting on them.

As soon as Imrik and his party entered the village, Assyria and Ella greeted them. They happily greeted Imrik: "Hi! Imrik! You are finally here."

Although the three of them did not meet often, the wood elves were a race that valued kindness very much, and the brother and sister were very grateful to Imric for his help.

Ella stepped forward and said: "The high priest is waiting for you. Let him tell you the specific situation. Our current situation is very bad."

Imric nodded. The central treehouse where the high priest was located was on top of the largest oak tree in the camp.

There is a huge oak tree in the center of the camp, which is at least 20 meters high. Everyone rides on a simple sling platform woven from grass and vines to the central tree house on the top of the tree.

Inside the house, a kind old man with wise eyes was waiting for everyone.

Rost stepped forward to show an elf etiquette and said to the old man: "Dear Green Forest High Priest, in order to relieve the difficulties of the wood elf allies, the Chamber of Commerce has specially sent us to help."

The high priest of Green Forest smiled and helped her up, and a long and vicissitudes of voice came out of his mouth: "Sir Corellon, you came at the right time."

Imric stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty the High Priest, I don't know what the situation is now and what we need to do."

The Green Forest High Priest said sadly after hearing this: "The reproduction of those evil bloody monsters in the Twilight Forest has violated the natural balance.

There are so many of them that villagers in the camp face threats anytime and anywhere when they go out to look for food.

We have sacrificed too many people, and now all wood elves are prohibited from leaving the camp, except for professionals.

But our food is running out, and letting these monsters run wild in the forest is definitely not in line with the ideals of the wood elves.

I need you to help us find the source of these monsters, the lairs where they breed, and help us destroy them. "

Imric nodded heavily after hearing this, and said sincerely to the Green Forest High Priest: "Don't worry, Your Excellency Priest, we will definitely help the wood elves get out of the predicament and eliminate the monsters."

The High Priest of Green Forest glanced at the young human in front of him with pleasure. Such a delicate-looking and kind-hearted human made the High Priest of Green Forest very fond of him.

The high priest of Green Forest said to him: "Thank you for your selfless dedication, young human. Our wood elves have always repaid kindness. Although we don't have much, as long as you help us solve this problem, whatever you need We will do our best to satisfy anything.”

Imric smiled inwardly. This was exactly the purpose of his show. There was nothing he liked in this wood elf camp. His only purpose of coming here was to gain the magical skills mastered by the Green Forest High Priest.

Rost discussed some details about spider habits with the high priest. Finally, when it was getting dark, the high priest of Green Forest waved his hand and said:

"It's already late. Let's all rest. It's too dangerous to go out at night. I've prepared food and beds for you."

The hired team got off the big oak tree and returned to their respective rooms to rest. Imric also put down his work of transcribing scrolls to recuperate his energy for tomorrow's exploration work.