Lord of Spells from Faerûn

At the top of the giant cone of Kane, Ertu flew quickly towards the human city. He wanted to detect the movements of humans.

Imrik felt an extremely evil force approaching rapidly, activated the [Advanced Invisibility Technique], and the figure disappeared into the invisible.

A huge flaming beast passed over the peak of Cairn. Imric saw that the monster's body was covered in flames, with a pair of hateful bat-like wings, and a weapon composed of fire and thunder hanging from its waist. Great sword.

"Barlow Fire Demon?" The mage murmured to himself. Although this monster is larger and bloated, its appearance is extremely consistent with the description of the Barlow Fire Demon in "The Knowledge of the Abyss Plane". There are the most advanced beings in the [Abyss]. Every Balor Fire Demon is a crony of the Demon Lord, or they themselves are the Demon Lord.

The challenge level of the Balor Balor is as high as level 20, which is equivalent to a level 20 warlock, and each Balor Balor holds an extremely terrifying beheading sword. They are very terrifying warriors, even the strongest among the true dragons. The existence of the golden dragon must reach the stage of the ancient golden dragon before it can be confident of defeating the opponent.

What's even more frightening is that each Balor Balor can summon another Balor Balor of its own kind to help fight, although most of the time the summoned Balor Balor will be extremely angry and attack the summoner first.

Imric stood in the cold wind, silently watching the back of the Balor Balor flying rapidly, thinking about how to kill this abyssal beast. Obviously, this important task could only be left to himself and Drizzt. , everyone else is not the enemy of this terrible demon.

At this moment, Imric was extremely lucky that he had learned the fourth-ring magic [Death-proof Barrier]. Otherwise, facing the Balor Balrog's spell-like ability that is comparable to the nine-ring instant death spell - [Implosion], he might not have been able to do it at all. There is no chance to face each other.

Imrik activated [Teleportation] and left the Great Cone of Cairn. He needed to remind the troops in Bryn Sander to prepare.

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When Drizzt arrived at Bryn Shander at dawn, the sight before him was not pleasant. There were crazy shouts from the distant town of Tamaran. Drizzt knew the towns on the shores of Lake Dulden. All have fallen into the enemy's hands.

The armies of the Ten Towns gathered in Bryn Sande, and the remaining places were naturally temporarily abandoned.

The sky before dawn revealed a slight blue color, and what appeared in front of Drizzt was an army of goblins and orcs as large as the sand sea, as well as a large number of giants interspersed among them, but this was not the most distressing thing for Drizzt. Yes, when he saw the barbarian king also leading the barbarian army into the monsters, although he was once an enemy, he still thought it was an insult to the brave warrior.

"How many goblin tribes have you gathered, Akal Kessell?" he sighed. "How many giants have called you master?"

The city walls of Bryn Shander were already covered with people. They looked at the monster army outside the city in horror, waiting for the opponent's attack with anxiety.

Imric was mixed in the crowd at this time, and he felt the evil magic hidden in the army, and the Balor Balrog was walking towards the head of the army.

Countless goblins divided the two sides, leaving a blank road. The people on the city wall saw that just like Moses dividing the Red Sea, the abominable demon walked out of the army, and a powerful supernatural magic gathered in his hands. It was like some unknown life form was beating alive in the devil's claws.

"What's that?" asked Regis, joining the crowd of spectators on Bryn Shander's Wall.

"A demon," Imric answered. "A very powerful demon."

The demon bent deeply, concentrating on the ritual of eliciting the crystal's power. It set the crystal on the grass, stepped back, and shouted vague ancient incantations. The chant grew louder and louder as the sky began to light up with the rising sun.

"Is that a glass dagger?" Regis asked, confused by the rhythmic pulsation of the object.

Then the first rays of dawn broke across the horizon. The crystal begins to glow and attract light, bending its path and absorbing its energy.

The broken magic crystal shines again. As the sun appears in more and more parts of the eastern sky, its pulses become stronger and stronger, and this is just a replica of the hungry Clinshinibon.

Spectators on the walls stared in horror, wondering whether Akar Kessell had power over the sun itself. Only Imric associated the power of the broken magic crystal with the light of the sun.

"Is it absorbing the energy of light? It's interesting, an evil artifact, but it uses the most dazzling light as food."

Under Imrik's watch, the magic crystal began to grow.

Each time its pulse reaches its peak, it expands, then contracts a little as the next pulse is about to begin. Everything nearby is cast in shadow as it greedily uses up all the sunlight.

Slowly, it grew in size and the top began to stand high in the sky. Neither the people on the city walls nor the monsters in the wilderness could bear to look at the radiant power emitted by the Magic Crystal Tower. Only the dark elves standing in the distance and the demons who were not afraid of strong light saw the scene caused by Clinshinibon.

The third magic crystal tower appeared. When the ceremony was completed, this tower also released its control of the sun, and instantly all places were bathed in the morning sunshine.

The demon roared as the spell was successfully cast, and then proudly strode into the magic crystal tower.

The besieged inhabitants of Bryn Shander looked upon the incredible structure with a mixture of awe, admiration, and horror. They could not resist the out-of-this-world beauty of the Magic Crystal Tower, but they knew the consequences of the tower's appearance: Akal Kessell, the master of the goblin and giant armies, had arrived.

At the beginning, there was a flash of red light inside the transparent wall at the bottom of the magic crystal tower, which began to rotate upward. Then the top of the tower also began to flash with blue light, turning in the opposite direction and going down. They slowly rotate and move, blending into a green mass when they meet, and then separate and go their separate ways. Everyone who saw this anxious display began to feel uneasy. It was not clear what would happen next, but it was certain that this sight must represent the coming of some great power.

The rotating light was getting faster and faster, and as it accelerated, its intensity also became stronger and stronger. Soon the entire base of the tower was surrounded by a ball of green light, so bright that people couldn't look directly at it. A slender figure with black fingers was Nail polish, a man in a sleek red robe stepped out of the light.

The goblins immediately knelt down again and buried their heads on the ground. Akar Kessell is here.

He looked up at the wall in the direction of Cassios, his thin lips showing an arrogant smile. "It's great to see Bryn Shander's spokesman!" he said with a chuckle. "Welcome to my beautiful city!" he smiled sarcastically.

Cassios, the leader of Bryn Shander, had no doubt that he had been singled out by the wizard, but he had no memory of seeing the man and had no idea how he had been recognized. He looked to Regis and Imrik for an explanation, but both shrugged.

"You know me," Cassios said to the weirdo. "But I don't know you. It seems like you're taking an unfair advantage."

Kessell sneered and said: "Is this important? From now on, I will replace you and become the master of Bryn Sander and even the Ten Towns!"

Cassios frowned and said: "Leading Ten Towns requires outstanding talent and excellent character. You are not worthy."

Kessell was furious. He stamped his foot impatiently, his smile turning into a displeased frown. He stretched out his hands and made a self-righteous declaration: "Behold Akar Kessell, Tyrant of Icewind Dale," he shouted. "People of Ten Towns, your master has come,"

"Don't speak too soon..." Cassios began, but Kessell interrupted him with a furious scream.

"Don't interrupt," the wizard yelled, the blood in his neck gushing and his face as red as blood.

Then Kessell seemed to regain a little composure as Cassios said nothing in disbelief at the wizard's lunatic antics. "You should learn a lesson more, Cassios," he threatened, "learn a lesson more!"

He turned to the Magic Crystal Tower and read out a simple command. The tower went black for a moment, as if it refused to let out reflected sunlight. Then it began to glow, and the light seemed to come from deep. Most of the light it emitted did not look like a reflection of daylight, but seemed to be emitted by itself. As time passed, the tone of the tower began to change, and the light began to rotate and rise along the strange walls.

"Look at Akar Kesso!" The wizard looked proudly at the people on the distant city wall.

"Behold the splendor of Clinshinibon, and give up all hope!"

More light shines in the walls of the tower, shaking rapidly, condensing, spinning and dancing wildly inside the tower, crying out to be released. Gradually, all the light gathered at the top of the tower, and suddenly it glowed like a fire. The colors changed one by one according to the spectrum, until the white flame was as bright as the sun.

Kessell shouted like a god.

Fire, was unleashed.

It became a thin line and shot toward the unfortunate town of Targos in the north. Many people were watching from the walls of Targos, although the tower was much further away from them than from Bryn Sander, and it looked like nothing more than a bright spot on the plain. They didn't know what happened in the main city, but they saw a ray of fire coming towards them.

It's too late.

Akal Kessell's rage spilled into the proud city, leaving a trail of destruction. Fire burned from this fatal line. People on this route were vaporized directly before they had time to shout. But those who escaped the initial attack, those who had faced death more than a thousand times before, including women, children, and men who had been tempered by the tundra, all screamed. Their wails spread across the lake to Lonewood and Breemen, to the jubilant goblins of Tamaran, and across the plains to the horrified witnesses of Bryn Sander.

Kessell waved his hand and slightly changed the angle at which the energy was released, causing the destructive energy to sweep across the entire Targos. Every major building in the city burned down, and a large number of people were burned alive or had their heads cut off by energy rays. The few survivors rolled helplessly on the ground trying to extinguish the flames, or were desperate. Trying to find air to breathe in the thick smoke.

The entire city was cut into two halves by this spell.

Kessell was very satisfied at this moment.

But he suddenly felt an unknown tremor rising in his spine, and the tower seemed to begin to shake. The wizard grasped the broken magic crystal tightly, and he realized that he had overused the power of Clinshinibon.

In order to satisfy his arrogant and show-off personality, Clinshinibon gathered a large amount of energy, enough to release nine-ring spells 10 times. The energy was gathered at once, releasing this energy ray that destroyed a city.

At the Spine of the World, Kessell's first tower crumbled into rubble. The same goes for the second tower in the distant tundra. The Demonic Crystal Tower has withdrawn from other areas it affected, destroying the images of the tower that absorbed its power.

Kessell also became very weak due to the entire impact, and the remaining light on the Magic Crystal Tower gradually faded. The light emitted flickered on and off, and finally disappeared completely.

Imrik looked at the tragic situation of Targos in shock. Is this the power of that artifact? This kind of power has surpassed the existence of mortals. Even the nine-level spell cannot do it. He destroyed a city in a snap and without any preparation of casting time and casting materials. This gave Imric a feeling of déjà vu.

"Beyond the Nine Rings. Is it a legendary level of power?" Imrik looked into the distance silently. This kind of power will not be released at no cost. Even if it is an artifact, I am afraid that this level of power can only be used once a day. This mage is really stupid, just using his power to massacre a group of civilians.

When the invasion first began, Kemp and the other egotistical leaders of Targos made a pact with the people to fight until the last man fell, but now even the most stubborn spokesmen understood that they had no choice but to flee. The choice was made.

"Watch what you see here, men of Bryn Shander!" Kessell said with a contemptuous smile. "Bow down to your master, otherwise, the same fate will befall you. There is no lake behind you! You have nowhere to escape!"

Under Kessell's order, the monster army was dispatched.

Imric looked at the surging monster army in the distance, and his figure flashed and appeared next to Drizzt outside the city wall. He had already seen the figure of this dark elf.

"Drizzt," Imric said seriously.

"You have to find a way to find the power to destroy that magic crystal tower. I will resist the monster army here. Can I trust you?"

Imrik knew that this agile dark elf knew how to sneak in and obtain the situation better than he did. What's more, even the strongest mage would have his own weaknesses. He believed that this stupid mage must have a greater weakness. It’s just that they don’t know it yet.

If Drizzt fails, Imric will immediately abandon the Ten Towns and activate [Plane Travel] to return to the demiplane. He will not be able to rely on his own strength to deal with an existence that can release legendary spells.

Drizzt nodded slightly, turned around and walked away. The dark elf didn't say a word, but his resolute back was enough to tell everyone that he was determined to die.