Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The two then chased Kessell through the mirror. At this moment, the fiercest battle took place in the center of the wilderness. The people of Ten Towns and their allies seemed to be going well. Imric had killed a large number of monsters the day before. Today they took advantage of the opportunity. According to the discussed plan, the entire army attacked, and they were in a high-intensity contact battle with the monsters.

On the other side of the mirror, on the top of the high Cairn Mountain, the cold wind blew against Kessell's body. He was shivering from the cold. He stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the battle below. At this time, there was a sound behind him. Imric and Drizzt gave chase.

Kessell turned back and looked at them with a sneer: "Are you still not sure what you are facing?" He asked in surprise, "Do you really believe that you have won this battle?"

"I don't know what's going on down there yet," Drizzt replied. "But you have lost! Your tower has been destroyed, Kessell, without this tower you are nothing more than a little liar!" While they were talking, he continued to walk forward, and now he was only a few meters away from the wizard. It was a few feet away, but his opponent was still a blur of black in the gray sky.

Imrik said nothing. He looked at Kesso with all his attention. He knew that he still had to guard against the strongest blow of the broken magic crystal.

"You want to know how the fight went down there?" Kessell asked. "Then look! Look at the destruction of the Ten Towns!"

He groped under his robe and took out a shiny object, a piece of crystal. The clouds seemed to start to avoid it, the wind stopped under the influence of its wide range radiation, and the thick gray snow around them began to melt, and the snow in front of them began to melt. The sky became sunny.

Imrik's eyes were solemn. He knew that this was the true body of the Demonic Crystal. How powerful the dazzling magic aura was. He had never seen any more powerful artifact.

"Has the tower been destroyed?" Kessell asked sarcastically. "You are just one of the countless clones who destroyed Clinshinibon! Can a bag of flour destroy the most powerful treasure in the world? Look at those people below who dare to resist me!"

The battlefield now unfolds before the eyes of the dark elves. He could see the windswept white sails of the ships of Cadineva and Caikoni approaching the western shore of Lake Dinisha.

In the south, the fleets from Mead Town and Dogan's Cave have anchored. There was no expected resistance and the sailors were now forming up for an attack inland. The goblins and orcs in the southern half of Kessell's army did not directly see the magic crystal tower collapse. Yet they felt the loss of strength and guidance, and as many remained or abandoned their comrades and fled as those went into battle outside Bryn Sander.

Kessell raised the broken magic crystal high, and its shining light gave off stronger power. Even on the battlefield far below, the two fighting parties immediately learned that the powerful being they thought was the Magic Crystal Tower had awakened again. Humans, dwarves and goblins, even those who were fighting fiercely and whose lives were in danger at any time, stopped for a second to look at the light shining down from the mountain. The monsters sensed the return of their god and gleefully abandoned their passive defensive stance. Inspired by Kessell's glorious reappearance, they attacked with wild fury.

"Look, I just showed up and it boosted their morale!" Kessell boasted proudly.

The broken magic crystal disagreed, and reminded Kessou for the last time in his mind: "Don't consume my power like this. The dark elves are not the focus, nor are the weak humans. Pay attention to the mage in front of you. If you put the last The power is consumed, and I will have no energy to protect you."

This is the first time that the broken magic crystal has spoken to Kessell in words. It has reached the limit of its endurance. Even a creature as stupid as a cow will not ignore the silent mage. How arrogant does he want to be? Consume the last of his strength to continue the show and satisfy his vanity.

Kessell roared loudly, even though no one around him was talking: "Shut up! Shut up! I am your master! You have to listen to me! No one can resist me! No one!"

"Powerful mage! Look at the power of Kessell!" the wizard shouted to Imric, his voice amplified by the power of the magic crystal and seemed deafening. "How easy it would be for me to destroy the ships on the lake below!"

"Destroy the snowy mountains! Cover the lake with heavy snow! Clinshinibon!" The wizard loudly ordered to the broken magic crystal. Regardless of the resistance of the broken magic crystal, he forcibly mobilized energy, and a nine-ring spell was born.

At first it was just a tremor, and then the snowy mountain began to tremble crazily. The snow under the feet of the three people flowed downward crazily. The power of the broken magic crystal triggered a huge avalanche on the giant cone of Kane.

All the power of the broken magic crystal was exhausted, and the avalanche lost control. Kessell could not control his balance and fell into the snow. The snow on the entire mountain began to collapse. This avalanche shook places for many miles around. Humans and orcs, goblins and even ogres were shaken to the ground.

Kessell was now covered in snow up to his chest and was struggling to climb out of the snow. He called again to the power of Clinshinibon, but his mind was shaken by the weight of his impending fate.

Akar Kessell felt weak again for the first time in years. He is no longer the tyrant of Icewind Dale, but just a young apprentice who murdered his master.

It was as if the Shattered Magic Crystal had abandoned him.

As Kessell began to fall, he held onto the Shattered Crystal tightly. But Clinshinibon burned his hand and pushed him away. Kessell failed too many times. This treasure no longer wanted to be controlled by him.

Kessell screamed as he felt the magic crystal slip from his fingertips. However, his screams were immediately drowned out by the thunderous sound of an avalanche. The icy darkness of snow surrounded him, falling with him. Kessell desperately believed that if he had still had the Shattered Crystal in his hands, he would have been able to escape even such a disaster. These were the thoughts he consoled himself as he fell onto another small peak in the Great Cone of Cairn.

Then half the snow covering the mountain fell on him.

Imric teleported Drizzt away from the Great Cone of Cain, and then he suspended in mid-air and used his telekinesis to bring the broken magic crystal to him. This flawless crystal artifact floated silently in front of the mage. It knew that he After losing, the energy for his final comeback was exhausted by the stupid Kessell, and the mage in front of him obviously also knew the nature of his ability to rely on the sun to recover, and he had no chance to come back.

When he met Imric for the first time, the Magic Crystal knew through the special induction between artifacts that this mage had synchronized artifacts and had the rarest ability to be immune to the mind. Ao's ability to control people's hearts has no way of affecting the other party.

"Come with me, Clinshinibon, we have a lot to talk about." Imric lowered his head to look down at the Shattered Magic Crystal, and said softly. The powerful telekinesis involuntarily controlled the form of the Shattered Magic Crystal, and he turned on the The portal leading to [Twilight Star] leaves the main material plane.

Excited that the protagonist can finally have his own mage tower, although it is only temporary.