Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Imrik's words awakened Munin, and he seemed to have found his own way forward. As an elf, he had the natural advantage of blending into the Shadow Druid. In order to avenge his relatives, even if he had to turn his back. He did not hesitate to honor Corellon.

"I understand, thank you." Munyen said gratefully.

Imrik snapped his fingers, and magic condensed in the air, forming a portal to the surface.

Eighth-level conjuration spell——[Festantantilus' Portal].

"Leave here, your mission is completed." Imrik said with a smile.

The three of Kelanwo stepped into the portal and left the Lost City of Earth. Jaheira behind him called out to Imric, who was also about to leave.

"Imric, I. I was hoping you could do me a favor."

Jahira said in a somewhat unspeakable tone.

Imrik raised his eyebrows and asked: "No problem, Ms. Jahira, as long as it is within my ability. When I first came to the Lost City of Earth, you already helped me a lot."

Jasila smiled bitterly and said: "It's not a big deal, but I hope you can help me find the preaching mage of this generation and ask him to ask the goddess for me why she gave up on me."

Imrik understood that he still had resentment in his heart. As a preaching mage, Jasira was kidnapped by Halaster and tortured for decades, ending miserably. No, it should be said that the fate of almost every preaching mage was extremely miserable.

It seemed that this was really a cursed position, and Imrik couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

He nodded in agreement: "Of course, if I meet a preaching mage of this generation, I will ask for you."

Jasira breathed a sigh of relief and watched Imric step into the portal and leave here. She didn't know what her future would be like, but her complaints against the goddess and her hatred for Halaster were the only things that supported her survival. The reason for this is that maybe the magic network node has also affected her. She has too many opportunities to leave here, but in order to get revenge, she has not stepped out of the Lost City for decades.

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It has been nearly a week since they left Leyline Labyrinth. Kellanvor and Cyric have not sold the magic equipment given by Imrik. They are both confident people and are also accustomed to this kind of life of licking blood. They are more willing to use magic equipment to strengthen themselves to complete more and more difficult tasks.

At this time, on the other side of the distant Eno Oak Desert.

A criminal, bound hand and foot, was being dragged through the streets of Zhentil Keep, his body bumping along the stone streets lit by torches, his screams audible to everyone. The battered body finally came to rest at Manson's feet, and the legendary mage was surprised to find that the man was still alive, albeit with only a breath left.

This man is Sebal, the warden and armed captain of Shadow Valley. He sneaked into the city through some means and tried to join the black network under a pseudonym, but Fu Zuoer immediately saw through it.

"Old man, a spy from Shadow Valley. Haha, what does that old immortal guy from Elminster want to do?" Fuzor Chebery smiled coldly from the side, like a poisonous snake revealing his message. .

Manson glanced at the dangerous priest and ignored him. Fu Zor is the leader of Benn's church and Ben's chosen people in the human world. Although they are grasshoppers on the same line, Fu Zor has been deliberately trying to seize control of the Zhentarim and become a Zhentil. The de facto controller of the fort.

As a voter with a god behind him, Fu Zuoer was unpopular, but Manson was extremely afraid of him. Even though he was a legendary mage, he still had to be vigilant when facing the voters.

"Maybe we should smash his fragile brain and let him return to Shadow Valley with false information." Fu Zuoer suggested.

"No," Manson refused: "Elminster will not be deceived by your inferior methods. I am too familiar with this old opponent."

The legendary mage looked at the dying man at his feet and said coldly: "Tell me, my dear Sebal, when did you betray me? What do you know."

There was a desire for survival in Sebal's eyes, and his weak voice was almost inaudible: "I don't know anything. Great Manson, I have never betrayed you. I am your most loyal subordinate."

Sebal was tortured endlessly in front of him. He claimed that he knew nothing about Bane's plan. However, Manson was unwilling to take risks. He could not bear the consequences of the god's wrath, so he ordered his men to drag the spy through. Street, brought to the temple and executed.

When the time came for execution, Manson left his throne and looked down at Sebal, intending to continue torturing the half-dead old warrior. His eyes were still keen and alert, and Manthon doubted whether they would remain so after the spy entered Melkor's realm.

The throne room was filled with officials and their wives, who raised their glasses in toasts to the ruler of Zhentil Keep, praising his reputation as a tyrant.

The tyrant's hand reached out to the dying man, and just when the tip of the glove was about to touch Sebal's eyes, and when the magic was about to turn into a vicious curse to torture Sebal's mind, a blue-white light suddenly flashed, Sebal disappeared. Manson froze on the spot, and someone teleported Sebal to a safe place.

The chanting stopped.

Manson stopped moving and looked around with some embarrassment. The officials didn't seem to understand what was happening.

He coughed, raised his hands and declared, "Now he exists only in memories,"

He stood up and opened his hands with practiced grace: "I have sent this outsider into the realm of Melkor, where he will suffer for his crimes for all eternity!"

The throne room erupted in applause as the officials loudly praised Manson's powerful magic and cruel methods.

Then the praise from the officials started ringing out again, and Manzon breathed a sigh of relief that his lie was accepted. But for the rest of the night, he was still worried about having his easy victory taken away from him.

A few hours later, Manson sat alone in his room, meditating, wondering who could rescue the traitor from his hands without anyone noticing.

"Elminster," Manson shouted, "no one but you dares to interfere with my plans."

The goblet in Manzon's hand was crushed to pieces by him, "You will soon take Sebal's place, and your torture will become a legend known to everyone in Bane's country!"

He lowered his head, looked at the wound scratched by the glass fragments on his palm and murmured in a low voice: "Soon, the drastic change Ben mentioned is coming. What exactly it is, really makes people curious."

A green magical light flashed, and the wound on Mansong's palm healed, as if nothing had happened.

He threw the broken goblet across the room and called to his henchmen to bring him a new one.

"Master." A man wearing a mage's robe lowered his head.

"Where are those drow mages?"

"They have already set off, Lord Manson, let us wait and see." The mage lowered his head and said.

Manson nodded with satisfaction, and then continued: "Ron Les Knightsbury."

"I want Knightsbury to lead a team from Raven's Keep to attack Shadow Valley."

The mage raised his head and glanced at Mansong. He seemed a little unsure of Mansong's order, but soon, he was frightened by Mansong's hawk-like eyes and lowered his head and said, "Yes, Master."

Then, he said with some hesitation: "But... Master, Elminster's power is not something Knightsbury can resist."

"No one in Zhentil Keep can stand against the power of Elminster except you."

Manson was very pleased with the mage's compliment, but he knew in his heart that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and Elminster.

He waved his hand and didn't seem to mind this: "It's not important. You don't need to know my thoughts. Fulfill your duties and don't question me again."

The mage quickly bowed his head to apologize and exited the room after Mansong waved.