Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Imric didn't waste any time, he raised his hand and pointed at the King of England: "Slavery."

The king's huge body was suspended in the air, his face looked ferocious, as if he was possessed by a devil. When the two guards in the room saw this scene, they were so frightened that they pulled out the muskets on their waists.

Just as they were about to take action, Imrik once again ordered the Shattered Demon Crystal to exert its power of dominance and control the two guards.

"My lord, what are you doing?" Bishop Samuel sweated profusely when he saw the scene in front of him and asked stammeringly.

He didn’t know why Imrik acted to offend the King of England. As a near-god-like existence, Imrik might not be afraid, but he would suffer endless consequences in the British Empire and even the entire world. Endless wanted.

Imrik didn't speak, and a few seconds later, the British king fell from the air to the ground. After he regained his consciousness, when he saw Imrik, he kneeled his huge body on the ground with great effort, and said in a respectful and worshipful tone: "My lord."

Bishop Samuel looked at everything in front of him in shock. He probably guessed what Imri did.

It is indeed a god-like power. It is a terrifying power to modify people's will and soul at will.

Imrik nodded and said: "Samuel, from now on, the two of you must work together to build a more powerful force for me as soon as possible. I believe that with the help of the King of England, this will be great for you." It shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Bishop Samuel looked at Imric's probing eyes and swallowed. He knew that if he failed to succeed in this way, he might be completely abandoned by the other party.

He nodded quickly and said: "Don't worry, my Lord. I will definitely bring the entire world into the scope of your kingdom of God on earth."

Imric nodded with satisfaction, and then he said to the King of England: "Next, you will follow Samuel's arrangements. When I am away, Samuel has full authority to command on my behalf."

Then, his figure disappeared again. Initiated plane travel and returned to the continent of Faerun.

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The next day, Imric prepared to leave for the Lord's Mansion to attend the Sword Coast Summit.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Sudden shifts in the wind bring a strange unsettling feeling, akin to the drop in air pressure before a deadly storm, or the faint tremors felt in a distant landslide or earthquake.

Imrik wasn't the only one to notice. The city around him suddenly became unusually quiet. There were no dogs barking, no birds chirping, and even the street vendors were silent.

A long horn sounded, and it crossed the High Plains, crossed the Spine of the World, and descended on the Sword Coast.

"What is going on, Clinshinibon?" Imrik asked solemnly. He did not believe that such a strange phenomenon was a coincidence. There must be some kind of area that is at least large enough to cover Waterdeep City, or even larger. paranormal phenomena occurred.

"I don't know for sure, but a phenomenon with such a large scope is probably not simple." Broken Demon Crystal said with some hesitation.

Imric disappeared and appeared in the Lord's Mansion. At this time, the gallery outside was filled with nobles participating in heated debates, and the guards were wearing the uniforms of various northern city-states.

They were all discussing the vision that had just happened. Most of them thought it was a warning and a demonstration by the Dragon Witch Cult.

Imrik passed through the crowd, led by the guards through the gallery, and entered the secret meeting room. The place was now filled with a large number of prominent figures from the North. Their faces were gloomy and they were arguing loudly with each other.

"I will never allow you to destroy dragon eggs! Even colorful dragons are part of the natural order!" A representative from the Emerald Green Garden banged the table loudly and roared with a red face.

A mage wearing a robe retorted equally eloquently. He was the ambassador of Silvermoon City and the Thunder Controller Tarn Hornblade.

"Dra'an Winterhunt! The threat of the Dragon Witch Cult and the chromatic dragons is far greater than you and I imagine! Don't bring your bullshit balance method here. If we return the dragon egg, will the consequences be yours?" bear!"

The representative of Emerald Leisure was choked for a moment. He really couldn't bear the consequences of the colorful dragon attacking the town.

Thunder Controller Tarn continued with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and continued to say to others present: "I think dragon eggs are an important means for us to trade with colored dragons, even if the Dragon Witch Cult pays a lot of wealth to order those colored dragons to execute Attack, we can also negotiate with the chromatic dragon through blackmail.”

"Even if you are a colorful dragon, you must pay attention to the existence of dragon eggs!"

At this time, Kelben walked to Imrik's side and said with interest: "How about it, it's quite interesting to watch these people quarreling."

Imric chuckled lightly. He knew that Kelben was just enjoying himself in hardship. As the overlord of the North and the ruler of Waterdeep, he had to face this kind of dilemma that satisfied all the forces every day.

"You got a batch of colorful dragon eggs?" A hint of calculation flashed in Imrik's eyes.

Kelben said helplessly: "Yes, that group of adventurers intercepted a batch of dragon eggs from the Dragon Witch Cult's secret dragon breeding farm in Zhilu Town. It is really a hot potato. It is not a problem to send it back, nor is it to destroy it. .”

Imric couldn't help but feel a desire in his heart. A batch of colorful dragon eggs were priceless. He didn't know if he would have a chance to get them.

At the meeting, many forces did not reach an agreement on the dragon egg issue after all, so they could only put it aside for the time being and move on to the next topic.

Kelben returned to the main seat at this time and said majestically: "I think everyone heard the horn sound just now. This level of power must be at least the level of an artifact. We must face it seriously."

At this time, a masked female Lord of Waterdeep City stood up and said to everyone: "I think I know what that is."

"Drac's horn," the woman said word by word.

"The disturbance felt on the Sword Coast is the Horn of Drakk - an ancient device whose sound warns dragons across Faerûn that great things are unfolding. The dragons cannot tell what the message means, but they hear it clearly, The heart knows it and ultimately responds to its call.”

"Oh? How did you know?" Urd Ravengard, the commander of Baldur's Gate, asked curiously.

The woman choked for a moment, but finally said: "Sorry, I can't tell the source of the information."

Iron Hand Paladin Antar Frum said with a look of doubt: "If you didn't lie to us, why were you so sneaky and didn't tell us the source of the information for us to verify."

The woman's face was livid under the mask, but she remained silent. She learned this news from her husband, an ancient bronze dragon, and she did not want to expose her husband's identity.