Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The buildings on both sides of Candle Lane are so tall and dense that the sun only reaches the street at noon.

Imrik and the two came to the entrance of the alley. The alley stretching in front of them was as dark as a dungeon - and also full of rancid smell like a dungeon. The street lights on the roadside were naturally destroyed, and the only light source came from the end of the alley in the distance, like a dim candlelight.

"Dancing Lights."

The black-robed mage stretched out his hand to hold a luminous sphere and slowly walked deeper.

When I walked to the end, I discovered that the light source in the distance was really a candlelight - it came from the only street lamp with a candle at the end of Candle Alley. The flame came from the Eternal Flame, a candle that would never burn out and was generated by a spell. fire.

Opposite this streetlight is a warehouse with a distinctive black winged snake painted above the door handle.

Imrik brought the light source in his hand closer and looked at the mark carefully.

"Is this the mark of the Zhentarim?" The black-robed mage remembered that he had seen rumors about the Zhentarim in a book, and there was a mark in the appendix next to it.

He suddenly remembered that the female orc in the tavern at that time also seemed to have this mark.

The Zhentarim is an underground organization that uses mercenary trade and the trade of goods (including weapons) to make profits. At the same time, it is also known as the Dark Intelligence Network.

There are various rumors about this secretive evil organization in Faerûn, but the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly about its mysterious leader - the legendary mage Manshon, said to be the ruler of Zhentil Keep.

He looked at the warehouse opposite the street lamp. It was a two-story warehouse in disrepair. There was a front yard enclosed by a high fence in front of the warehouse.

The two walked into the front yard and came to the door of the warehouse. The black-robed mage touched the door lock with his shining fingers.

"Switching technique."

With a click, the lock of the door was unlocked by the power of magic.

As soon as the two entered, they saw four short bird-like creatures standing blankly in the center of the room, looking back at them blankly, each with black feathers and sharp beaks. They all wore hooded cloaks and carried short swords.

The tables and chairs indoors were overturned in a mess. The bodies of a dozen men leaned against the wall, their stabbing swords and daggers scattered around them. On the north side of the room, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

The four creatures looked at Imrik and the two and chirped. One of them said in a low voice with an orcish accent: "Sannassa sends greetings."

Another one said in a thin, nasal voice: "Tie up the pretty boy on the second floor! Follow the yellow signs in the sewer."

Another said in a hoarse voice: "There is no time to search. Just send him to the boss directly."

Seeing these monsters speaking all kinds of illogical words in various voices, Imric realized that they had encountered a tengu.

This kind of strange creature will imitate the sounds it has heard before, and most of them are not strong. Of course, this is for Imrik.

The four monsters flapped their wings and flew towards Imrik.

The black-robed mage gently raised a hand and stretched out a slender finger. The charming purple light brewed from the fingertips until it merged into a purple ball of light: "Missile Storm."

Three-ring evocation spell—Missile Storm.

This upgraded version of the magic missile can launch multiple missiles according to the caster's level. With the black-robed mage's current level 5 strength, he can launch three missiles.

Force field missiles emitting faint purple light spurted out from the black-robed mage's fingertips, dragging a bright purple light in the air.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The three missiles hit the chests of the three tengu accurately. Facing these weak monsters with only one level of challenge level, Imric's magic missiles with the bonus of level 5 caster level instantly destroyed their bodies. A big hole was made in his chest, and he died on the spot.

Seeing three companions being instantly killed by the unknown spell of the black-robed mage opposite, the last tengu was so frightened that it wanted to flap its wings and escape.

"Scorching Ray."

Second-level spell—scorching ray.

Three ultra-high-temperature fiery red lasers were collectively shot from the mage's open palm, accurately penetrating the tengu's heart, and the last monster fell to the ground with a cry.

"Hey, aren't these the people from the Sanasa Guild in Dunan's Tavern?" Apollo said in surprise as he inspected the corpses by the wall.

Imric walked over and took a look. There were indeed ten corpses beside the wall. Five of them were suspected to be the five leather-armored men who were following Fulen according to the previous investigation. The other five turned out to be those who were fighting with the female orcs in the tavern at that time. Baldhead and his little brother.

"What is this? A gangster eating a gangster? Are the Zhentarim people and the Zanaza guild people starting to fight?" Apollo said with a gloating smile from the side.

The black-robed mage knelt down and looked over the corpse. All the Zhentarim had a black winged snake tattooed on their necks or forearms, and the five Shannasa guild members had a black tattoo in the shape of It is a circle with 10 lines radiating from the center.

"Both groups of people are dead. What about Fulen and Reina? Let's go search them." Apollo suggested.

The two went up to the second floor and came to the room on the north side.

The door leading to this room was in disrepair, barely hanging on its hinges from the wall. The small hut smelled of sour fish and vinegar and was filled with rotten rope ends, tarps from caravans and the broken pieces of wood left after smashing barrels.

As soon as they opened the door, they heard heavy breathing coming from under a tarp.

"Come out." Imrik said indifferently.

The breath under the tarp was suffocated for a moment. After a slight noise, a figure shakily poked out from under the tarp.

"Don't kill me. I am the son of Daggett Wuhen. If you want money, I can give it to you!" Reiner was unarmed. Although he was covered in coal ash and his body exuded the pungent smell of pickled herring, But his words still tried to maintain a clear and elegant tone.

Imrik said softly: "Calm down, we are not from the Zhentarim. Where did Fulen go?"

When Reina heard Fulun's name, his eyes dimmed: "He was captured by them. They thought Fulun was me, so they captured him because of me."

Reiner shed tears of guilt. He believed that this misfortune that Flan encountered was entirely because of him.

Imrik asked in confusion: "Why do these Zhentarim people want to capture you?"

Reina said with complicated eyes: "Those Zhentarim thought that my father had accumulated a large amount of gold and hid those dragon coins somewhere in the city.

They thought they could use an artifact called the Stone of Gorol to find the place where the gold was hidden. The artifact had always been in the hands of the Shannasa Guild, but it was no longer in the hands of the Guild of Shanatha recently. It was obvious that someone had stolen it. The Zhentarim think I know something about this, but I know nothing. My father and I haven't spoken in several years. "

The black-robed mage nodded. Just as he was about to continue asking, there was a sudden noise outside and several city guards broke in.