Lord of Spells from Faerûn

"Hello, Lord of Chaos." Drizzt introduced himself to Balor Balrog.

"You are far away from home, dark elf." Ertu said with obvious suspicion. He was very suspicious of this dark elf appearing on the surface.

"You too, the great demon of the Abyss Demon Realm," Drizzt trembled in his heart, but he controlled his expression well and replied coldly. "If I guess correctly, you and I came to such a high place for the same purpose!"

"I know why I'm here," Ertu replied. "But things involving dark elves are always beyond the scope of my understanding, and I don't want to worry about it!"

Drizzt touched his thin cheek and smiled with fake confidence. His stomach felt like it was in knots, and he felt himself start to sweat again.

He chuckled again, struggling against his fear. If the demon sensed his discomfort, then his words would no longer be credible.

"Ah, but this time, for the first time in many years, our paths cross, the powerful destroyer. My people are very curious, or it can be said that they have the right to know about the mage you are now obeying. .”

Ertu opened his shoulders, and dangerous flames began to flash in his blood-red eyes. "Obey?" it repeated in disbelief, and then its voice began to tremble, as if uncontrollable anger was about to explode.

Drizzt quickly revised his opinion. "Great Guardian of the Will of Chaos, of course you are only cooperating with Akar Kessell, but in the eyes of outsiders, that wizard always has some power over you."

"I will not obey any human being!" Ertu roared, and it stomped the floor so hard that the foundation of the entire cave shook.

Drizzt wondered if a battle he couldn't win was about to begin, and he considered calling out his own astral leopard, Guenhwyvar, so that they might at least have a chance to break the demon's skin.

But the demon suddenly calmed down again. Ertu believed that he had guessed the reason for the dark elf's unexpected appearance. It turned and looked at Drizzt carefully. "Obey the wizard?" it smiled.

"Akar Kessell is nothing even by the low standards of humans! But you know, elf, don't dare to deny it. You are here just like me, all for Clinshinibon."

The confused look on Drizzt's face was so honest that Ertu nearly lost his balance. The demon believed that his guess was correct, but he did not understand why the dark elf could not understand the name.

"Clinshinibon," it explained, extending its paws to the south. "An ancient fortress of incredible power."

Drizzt looked confused at this time. He did not know that the real name of the broken magic crystal was Clinshinibon.

"You mean the tower?" Drizzt asked.

Ertu's suspicion turned to outbursts of anger. "Don't play pretense with me!" the devil shouted. "The leaders of the dark elves know very well about Akal Kessell's magical treasure, otherwise they would not send people to the surface to look for it!"

"Good, you got the truth right," Drizzt admitted. "But I must confirm that the tower on the plain is the ancient magic weapon I am looking for. My master is very cruel to careless spies."

Ertu smiled sinisterly when he thought of the terrible torture chambers in Menzoberranzan. The years it spent among the dark elves were indeed interesting!

Drizzt quickly turned the conversation in a direction that could exploit Kessell or the tower's weakness. "There's something I don't understand, a powerful demon!" he began, carefully continuing with a series of supreme compliments.

"How does that mage have the allegiance of Clinshinibon?"

"Not at all," Ertu said.

"Mage? Damn it! Even by the standards of your people, he is just a magic apprentice. Even when he recites the simplest spell, his tongue will twitch uneasily! But fate will always play tricks. Use some little tricks to satisfy its evil taste, and let Akar Kessell have his short-term pride. Humans will not live long!" Ertu looked disdainful.

Treat knew that if he asked any more questions, he might push the situation to the edge of danger, but he decided to take the risk anyway. Even if this big demon is only ten feet away.

"My masters are still worried that the tower will be damaged in the battle with humans." He said bluffingly.

Ertu took a moment to consider Drizzt's words. The presence of the dark elves complicates the demon's simple plan to inherit Clinshinibon from Kessell.

If the powerful elven leaders of Menzoberranzan's vast city had plans for the Shard, the demon knew they would be able to obtain it. Even if Kessell had the power of the broken magic crystal to back him up, it would be impossible for him to resist.

At least in front of those legendary spellcasters, the power of the broken magic crystal is still too weak, because its owner is a useless waste!

"Tell me, brave Balor Balor." Drizzt continued to press. "Is Clinshinibon in danger?"

Ertu snorted and said with a sneer: "The tower projected by Clinshinibon alone is already indestructible. Its mirror-like walls will absorb all attack power and bounce it back to the attacker!

Only the beating heart of the Magic Crystal Tower, the source of power, can be destroyed. But that thing was hidden somewhere safe. "

"In the tower?"

"certainly."

"But if one enters the tower," Drizzt reasoned, "what protection does the heart have?"

"That's mission impossible," the demon replied. "Unless there are some spirits who obey the orders of the simple-minded fishermen in Ten Towns at any time. Or there are powerful priests or wizards who use spells. Your master must know that the door of the Magic Crystal Tower is invisible. For those in the same world as the tower, No living thing can be detected. In this material world, including your species, no one can find a way in,"

"But..." Drizzt pressed anxiously.

Ertu interrupted. "Even if someone accidentally falls in," he growled, impatient with the endless what-ifs.

"He has to get past me first. And Kessell's power in the tower is really great, because the wizard has become an extension of Clinshinibon himself. He is a living outlet for the unfathomable power of the Shattered Crystal. !The heart is located at the center point of Kessell's interaction with the tower in the past, from the top of the tower..."

The demon paused, suddenly suspicious of what Drizzt was asking. If the well-informed dark elf leaders were really interested in Clinshinibon, how could they not know its strengths and weaknesses?

Drizzt's heart was pounding. He had received important news. The most important thing now was to destroy the tower or pass the news to Imric. He must have a way.

But the demon in front of him was already suspicious, and he used the greatest vigilance to try to search for anything different from ordinary people in this dark elf.

It noticed that everything on Drizzt's body, even the weapon sheathed behind his hip, did not exude the magical properties of the underworld.

Perhaps the elven masters deliberately equipped the agents with items suitable for the surface world, Ertu theorized. Judging from the dark elf habits it learned during the years of serving in Menzoberranzan, this dark elf's costume is not outrageous.

But soon, its sharp eyes were aimed at the silver chain hanging around Drizzt's neck. Ertu pointed at the necklace, recited a word of command, and then raised his outstretched finger.

Drizzt tensed as he felt the token slide up inside his leather vest. It passed over the collar, dropped to the bottom of the chain, and hung openly on the chest.

Ertu smiled evilly while squinting. "What an unusual choice for a dark elf," it said mockingly. "I thought this was a symbol of your God Queen Rose. She might be unhappy!"

At first, Drizzt's heart raced as if he had just run through a hundred streets, searching for the most feasible lie to get him out of this predicament. But then he shook his head firmly and abandoned the lies. He cannot insult his God.

Hanging on Drizzt's chest is a white unicorn head, which is the symbol of the forest and ranger goddess Mielikki.

"Who are you, dark elf?" Ertu asked forcefully. The demon took out the giant sword wrapped in thunder and flames at his waist. It had decided to kill Drizzt. This strange dark elf who believed in a kind god knew too many things that he shouldn't know.

"I am Drizzt Do'Urden, that's true," Drizzt replied calmly.

All of Drizzt's fears were swept away when he accepted that, hopeless or otherwise, he must fight the demon.

Now he began to prepare for the conflict with the calmness of a man who had experienced many battles, and was ready to seize any advantage that might be gained by breaking his own principles.

"I am a ranger who has learned from the hero Gueron Storm who devoutly serves the goddess Melikai. I am also the person who will expel you from the main material plane today." He bowed as if to formally introduce himself.

Drizzt drew out his two swords and looked calmly at the fiery demon in front of him. He knew that this was a life-and-death battle.

"You don't seem to understand the situation, elf," Ertu said sarcastically.

"You have abandoned the terrible divine and arcane arts of your people, and now you actually dare to claim that you can defeat me with two scimitars!"

The rocks around Ertu burst into flames. "I could have killed you mercifully, with a clean cut, out of respect for your race. But now your pride has pissed me off, and I'm going to torture you until you beg me to die! Come on! , taste the sting caused by my flames!"

The scimitar in Drizzt's hand was cold with frost. This was the power that Imric had enchanted for him. The mage strengthened his scimitar for half an hour. The only thing he could rely on now was This pair of magic scimitars, as well as the martial arts he has practiced for many years.