Lord of Spells from Faerûn

But [Undead Natural Disaster] is different. Imric can raise a temporary army at any time as consumables, while advanced undead creatures like the Soul Prisoner are left behind to be cultivated as precious seed troops.

The reason why the Undead Scourge is a nine-ring spell is mainly because it breaks through the upper limit of the control of necromancy spells and achieves 4 times the effect. However, for Imric who developed [Undead General], this is nothing too great. The most useful thing is that it can only be regarded as a torture spell.

But if Imric can develop it into a war spell, the power and range will undergo a qualitative change. It is a pity that [Scale of the Undead] is a nine-level spell. According to the characteristics of war spells, which must be one level higher than the original spell, the war spell of [Scale of the Undead] is already a veritable legendary spell. At this stage, Imric has not yet means of research.

"Well, if you use [Undead Lieutenant] and [Undead General], you can control it." Imrik calculated. The caster level of level 25 plus the life level of level 32. Under the action of these two spells, Imrik Mrik was able to recruit 47 soul-capturing demon lieutenants and control 2,209 soul-capturing demons through them.

Of course, the premise is that the life level of all soul-capturing demons is calculated according to level 12. If there are soul-capturing demons exceeding level 12, the number will be reduced.

The summoning spells of the undead faction were temporarily put aside, and Imrik turned to study his newly acquired spell-like abilities.

This year, the Endless Book once again gave him a spell-like ability, and it was also a very powerful summoning spell - [Fire of Destruction].

It is said that this spell comes from a distant plane where magic civilization is extremely developed, where there is a group of extremely terrifying demonic forces called the Burning Legion.

The Flame of Destruction can summon a powerful brainless giant developed by the most powerful demon in the Burning Legion - Hellfire. This kind of demon is always burning with green hell flames and is immune to the effects of any magic. And it has extremely powerful hand-to-hand combat power.

Used as a siege weapon of the Burning Legion, this savage monster often breaks down enemy defenses with flaming fists of fel fire and rock. The summoned Hellfire will fall to the ground like a burning green meteor, and its meaning of existence is to completely destroy all living things in front of it.

It can be said that except for the fact that it does not have an anti-magic field, Hellfire can be regarded as an excellent battlefield-level golem.

After the caster releases [Fire of Destruction], the hellfire will crash from the sky, and the impact when it lands will paralyze and damage nearby enemies. Then, blazing hellfire rises from the ground to carry out the caster's orders.

What's even more powerful is that the number of hellfires can increase according to the level of the caster. Each caster level can increase the number of hellfires. With Imrik's current caster level, he can summon it at will. 25 creations comparable to powerful golems fell from the sky like meteorites.

The only pity is that the existence time of Hellfire is limited, otherwise Imrik could continue to create such powerful golems as a reserve for the legion.

After sorting out the spells, Imric teleported away from [Twilight Star].

Faerûn, Waterdeep.

Imric, who disappeared for a year and reappeared, returned to the Magic Crystal Tower in the port area. Due to Kelben's indifference, the power of Zhentil Castle has spread throughout the port area, even near the Magic Crystal Tower. They all have a spy base in Zhentil Castle.

"Master, Zhentil Castle's temptations have become more and more excessive this year. It is said that their headquarters sent a helper, a ninth-level priest Bann. The Magic Crystal Tower has been attacked by spies twice this week. Sneaked in.”

Argus is kneeling on the ground and reporting to Imrik who is sitting on the throne. If any outsiders see it at this time, they will be extremely surprised. Argus has spread among the upper class of Waterdeep City during this time. Later, a distinguished nine-ring curse mage was now groveling to the silver-haired young man sitting on the throne.

Imric waved his hand, with no fluctuation in his eyes. After all, Zhentil Castle is an underground force that cannot be brought to the fore. Unless his strength can crush him, there is no need to worry about the threat of Zhentil Castle. Among the masters in Waterdeep City There are so many, there are even two or three legendary mages, and the support of a nine-ring priest is not enough to make the opponent dominate the port area.

but

A trace of doubt flashed in Imrik's eyes. The relationship between Zhentil Keep and the Church of Benn seemed to be too close. Although Benn, as the god of tyranny, favored tyrant rulers like Manson, a nine-ringed It's a bit unusual that priests can be sent to assist the expansion of Zhentil Castle.

Recalling that Zhentil Keep has worked very hard to spread Bane's tyrannical teachings in Waterdeep over the past year, Imric can't help but doubt the possibility of complete cooperation between the two.

Zhentil Keep is located on the other side of the distant Aenook Desert. Why is it so eager to expand its power in the Sword Coast region? Imrik decided to wait and see what happens. He doesn't want to be Kelben's gun and touch a city. The brow of the True God Church.

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In the southern district of Waterdeep City, a bloody sacrifice ceremony was taking place underground in a residential building.

Ninety evil and corrupted worshipers knelt in the dim temple, with just enough room for them all. It looked more like a moldy cellar than a temple. Its stone walls were black with mildew and slime, and behind the massive stone altar only two oil lamps in candlesticks illuminated the room. The believers were dressed in dirty and rough brown ceremonial robes, staring at the floor intently, barely daring to breathe for fear of disturbing the figures on the bloody altar.

The man standing before the altar was tall, skinny, and suffering from leprosy. His misshapen face was covered with deep wrinkles and bumps. The diseased skin was scarred, and chunks of stinking gray flesh hung from his face and hands. He made no attempt to hide his condition, in fact, he took pleasure in displaying his illness and letting everyone see his pain.

"O my great Lord, God of decay and lord of the dead, Skull of the Old Gods, merciless reaper, give your great oracles to the faithful, who are here to practice the path of death. No matter what."

The man closed his eyes and prayed to the gods in a low and cold voice. A holy symbol on the stone platform floated. On the surface of the holy symbol was a white human skull with its face facing upward in a dark wilderness. A deep dark light emerges.

"My followers, great changes are coming. Prepare to sacrifice everything for me."

The voice came from the Holy Emblem into the man's ears vaguely. The man opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He didn't know why, but he seemed to hear a trace of confusion in the Lord's tone?

It was as if he didn't know what would happen next.

Such a rebellious thought made the man immediately shake his head and throw away the thought. He once again closed his eyes piously and showed loyalty to the gods.

Yes, that is his Lord, and no matter what, he will dedicate everything to Him, because that is the destination of all death - Melkor.

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Cyric returned to his room at the Nightwolf Hotel, exhausted. Although he is determined to leave his past as a thief behind, he still thinks and acts like a thief. Only in the intense and intense battle for survival can he resist the effects of his previous life.

Even now, after nightfall, Cyric still chooses to return to his room through the dim back stairs. His steps towards the second floor were so graceful and light that only the most keen observers could notice the movement of the thin figure with short hair.

Recent events are troubling. He came to Arabelle in order to start a new life and accept various mercenary tasks, but this required full use of his thieving skills.

Now, his time was wasted in the monotony of his duties as a guard, a mechanical life that was, frustrating as it was, a poor reward for his troubles.

"I can't stand it anymore! I want to get out of here." Cyric suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted loudly. He really couldn't stand this kind of life anymore. As a thief, what he wanted was a free life. , if leaving the life of a thief means that he has to welcome this life of following the rules and seeing the end at a glance, he would rather return to the past!

"Yes, get out of here! But...where am I going?" Cyric lowered his head in confusion.

"Yes! Kelemvor! He said that he recently took on a escort mission, and I want to leave here with him! Go to Waterdeep City!" Cyric opened his eyes in surprise, and he thought of Kelemvor, The warrior who came to Alanbel at the same time as him.

Cyric left as soon as he said so. He immediately climbed out of bed regardless of fatigue, put on his clothes, opened the door and walked to Kelanwo's residence.

"Dong dong dong! Open the door, Kelanvor, I am Cyric!" Cyric loudly slapped the wooden door of Kelanvor's apartment and shouted.

The wooden door was opened roughly, seeming to show the grumpy mood of the owner behind it. Kelanvor stood behind the door with sleepy eyes. When he saw the person coming was Cyric, he said impatiently: "It's so late. What's wrong with you?"

"I want to go with you! Yes, I have decided!" Cyric said impatiently.

Kelanvor was stunned for a moment and scratched his head. A week ago, Kelanvor and two other guards were called to perform a mission, but the two guards escaped midway. The mission failed. Kelanvor was wanted by his employer. He fled to Alanbel and met the obscure thief in front of him.

He once tried to invite the other party to join his adventure team, but Cyric seemed to be very reluctant to use his old profession. He didn't know what happened today, but he agreed to him for the first time.

"Okay, okay, it's too late now, let's talk about it tomorrow." Kelanwo said helplessly.

Cyric asked excitedly: "Of course, no problem, but are you sure we are going to Waterdeep? The pearl of the Sword Coast and the crown of the North?"

Kelanwo smiled and said: "Yes, if conditions permit, we can make a lot of money there."

The two looked at each other and smiled, looking forward to the upcoming life in Waterdeep City. But what they didn't know was that the gears of fate were slowly turning at this time.