Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The paladin slashed the ghoul in front of him to death with one sword, and the smelly black blood spurted out, and was soon burned into gas by the sacred energy attached to the Holy Sword. The paladin pulled out the sword tiredly, and the undead man fell on his shoulder. The area where the sneak attack had taken place had turned black, and the strong negative energy had eroded his body, making him even weaker.

"Xiaoyi! Hurry!" The paladin shouted in the direction of the black-robed mage. His voice was hoarse, and his throat had been damaged by fighting in a negative energy environment for a long time.

The black-robed mage gritted his teeth, and the veins exposed on his head revealed his highly concentrated mental state at this time. He kept using the wandering step to avoid the attacking undead creatures, and wondered in his mind why it was like this.

A large group of high-level undead creatures suddenly appeared and ambushed them on the route they must take. The people who were caught off guard quickly fell into a crisis. Not long after the battle began, Hamlein was killed by a ghoul. With his claws, he opened a large gash in his chest. At this moment, he fainted on the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead. The rest of the people basically fell into inevitable decline.

"Fireball!" The black-robed mage cast a spell, summoning a shining fireball and hitting the ground. The explosive shock wave instantly destroyed several skeletons including a vampire.

"Master the sky!" A pair of wings appeared behind the mage, and he flew in the air. Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a vampire appeared behind him, and the sharp sword was held by the vampire and slashed at the black-robed mage. Thin back.

"Damn it!" Imrik had no choice but to use the Lost Step again. He looked at the vampire in front of him angrily, and the long period of concentration made him feel tired.

"Thunder Summoning Technique!" His fingertips shot out blazing lightning, shooting into the black sky. The cloud responded with a powerful bolt of lightning, striking the vampire in front of the mage.

"Ah!!" With a scream, the vampire in front of him disappeared into ashes, and the dark clouds in the sky struck four lightning bolts in succession again, sending the four corpse demons to meet the God of Death, Yeager.

After finally getting a breather, Imrik looked around. There were still a lot of high-level undead. He could no longer hold on. With so many undead, if he made a mistake, he would easily be buried here.

Just when he decided to abandon everyone and run away alone, a graceful figure appeared in front of him: "Close your eyes."

A soft voice brushed the ears of everyone present, followed by a high-pitched and powerful spell: "Yang Yan Explosion!"

Eight-ring evocation spell—Yangyan Explosion.

Light was born.

A huge fireball appeared in the middle of many undead creatures. A huge shock wave emitted from the center of the explosion. Infinite light and heat continued to radiate as the shock wave spread. Powerful ultraviolet rays appeared in the cave that was rarely seen all year round. .

Yes, a small sun, and the power it caused was also extremely terrifying. In the center of the spell, the intense heat of the Sun Flame burned through the earth, and the hard stone turned into magma, filling it with huge pits.

And all the undead above it were wiped out. Not only that, the spell brought a huge amount of ultraviolet light, and the undead creatures outside the spell area were also wiped out by the strong light of the Yangyan Explosion.

Even if he closed his eyes, his thin eyelids could not completely block the strong light. Imrik felt as if his eyes were looking directly at the sun, with red and black colors filling his eye sockets.

After a long time, until everything calmed down, a gentle voice came: "Open your eyes."

Everyone opened their eyes and saw a gentle red-haired woman standing in the air, but her vaguely transparent figure indicated the fact that she was a spirit body.

"Thank you for your help, madam. Without you, we would all die here today." Imrik bowed to the other party gracefully and said sincerely.

"You're welcome. Your companion seems to be seriously injured. Let me help you."

The red-haired woman floated to Hamlein's side, took out a bottle of red potion, and fed it into Hamlein's mouth.

The injuries on the bard's body recovered quickly, and soon his breathing changed from short and weak to even.

The red-haired lady stood up with satisfaction and said softly to everyone: "Adventurers, don't go any further. This place is becoming more and more dangerous. Even I may not be able to save you in time in the deep layers."

Imric nodded thoughtfully and asked: "Dear lady, what danger do you mean? Why are there so many high-level undead here?"

A trace of satisfaction flashed in the red-haired lady's eyes. She was originally worried about finding an excuse to introduce them to them: "Danger, of course, refers to my teacher, Halaster Black Robe, who you call the "Mad Mage". He has recently been It has become more and more crazy, constantly hoarding various high-level monsters and rushing to high-rise buildings near the ground, and these monsters are probably one of them."

Jerome said anxiously after hearing this: "Why are you rushing to the ground? What does he want to do?"

The red-haired lady said pitifully: "Why else? We can't figure out the madman's thoughts. It's just starting his 'hunting season' again."

"Hunting season?" Imric asked with interest. For some reason, he felt that there was something wrong with this red-haired spirit, and it seemed that he had an ulterior motive.

Especially when the other party called Halaster "teacher". He vaguely remembered reading legends about Waterdeep before. Among the seven apprentices of Halaster Blackrobe, there seemed to be a red-haired woman, but she had long since disappeared. Why does the trace appear here in the form of a spiritual body?

"Yes, during the hunting season, Hellast will release a large number of monsters every once in a while and order them to go to the surface to plunder various creatures, including a large number of humans."

Imrik continued to ask: "I see, I noticed that you called the other person your teacher. Are you one of the legendary seven apprentices? If so, where have the other apprentices gone?"

After saying that, Imrik touched the top of his head in embarrassment and added: "Sorry, madam, I am too obsessed with these legends. If you mind, you don't need to answer."

The lady smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. I was one of the seven mage apprentices back then. As for the rest of the apprentices, most of them became my teacher's subordinates and helped my teacher achieve his various evil purposes."

After hearing this, the paladin said angrily: "Lathander, you are really an evil mage. Dear lady, I just heard you call him teacher. Are you also a member of such an evil mage group?"

Imrik couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this. This paladin's emotional intelligence was probably at the core of the earth. How could she ask such a question to her savior? What's more, even if she is, are you not afraid of asking bad things?

Fortunately, the red-haired woman just chuckled after hearing this: "If I was also working for him, how could I save you? I have a long history with him and have an indelible hatred. Adventurer, I wonder if you have time to sit down and listen to this history?”

Imrik smiled and said, "Of course."