Spellcasting Heavens

Conspiracy, betrayal, assassination...

Inside the Arcane Brotherhood's mage tower shaped like a dead tree, a fierce battle continues.

The tower masters and high-level mages who joined forces to launch the rebellion, not only did not stop because Aclem Gris was injured and escaped, but became more intense than ever, and even gave up control of the entire Luskan. Just to climb to the top of the right.

However, when Zhang Cheng returned to the North Tower, the above battles fell into a strange tranquility.

Sitting in his own private room, he continued to flip through the books in the library and asked without raising his head, How, can you fully control the power in your body now?

Yes, Master. I can control the water, communicate with the fish and wild beasts in the sea, and even set off huge waves and tsunamis more than ten meters high. Please allow me to express my gratitude, it is you who made me from a humble My apprentice, became what it is now. Sydney bent down and bowed gracefully.

Compared with the appearance of the ugly duckling before, she is now as beautiful as a water fairy, exuding an unusual charm all over her body.

Are you sure it's gratitude, not hatred? Zhang Cheng teased with a half-smile.

Of course! I'm very sure! You have given me great strength, and given me a beautiful face and body. As a woman, what can I not be satisfied with? Although the method you used is a little rough, I am a little more I don't mind either. On the contrary, I like your strong sense of oppression and your deep, evil heart.

Saying that, Sydney took the initiative to take two steps forward, knelt down and gently kissed the back of the young man's hand in front of her, her eyes revealing a morbid frenzy.

Zhang Cheng undoubtedly noticed this, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He wasn't quite sure if it was the other person's performance or a symptom of some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

But before further testing could be conducted, there was a very rhythmic knock on the door outside.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Who? Zhang Cheng let the female apprentice hold his left hand and asked loudly.

Good evening, esteemed Lord of the North Tower. I am Deltagr Zellend, your good neighbor. A man's low voice came in through the crack of the door.

Good evening, Lord of the East Tower. Do you have anything urgent? If not, please go back first. I'm going to rest, and I'll talk about it tomorrow. Zhang Cheng clearly knew the purpose of the other party's late-night visit. With a look of refusing people thousands of miles away.

Aren't you going to invite me in? You know I brought a nice little present. Besides, I think it's good for you and me to talk about it. Deltagre Zellende Obviously he came prepared, and did not retreat because of a few words.

Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded: Okay, you convinced me, please come in.

The voice just fell!

The closed door suddenly creaked, and then a man in a black robe with a thick black short beard walked in.

He looked to be in his early fifties, with slightly gray hair on his temples, and brown eyes with a strange green glow, no doubt a constant magical relationship.

Eight of the ten fingers had shiny rings, and it was unknown which one was a magic item and which one was a purely deceptive decoration.

In fact, most people in Faerûn who are capable of wearing magic items will wear colorful gemstone rings on their fingers, which is completely the attitude of a nouveau riche.

The advantage of this is on the one hand to confuse the enemy so that they can't detect which magic ring is really working, on the other hand, it is to deal with the pervasive thief, at least when it is stolen, there is a high probability that it will not. Lose precious magic items.

Of course, no matter how many magic rings are worn on ten fingers, only two will work in the end, that is to say, only one real magic ring can be worn on the left and right hands, otherwise it will cause a series of unpredictable results when activated, such as violent explosion, or, for example, being teleported to an unknown location.

But Zhang Cheng could feel that the hand of the mage with the short beard in front of him was not a meaningless decoration for the wearer, but a pile of magic storage rings, each of which contained powerful spells.

Through a magical coordination that cannot be described in words, the other party minimizes the impact between the rings. Although it is not 100% safe, it is enough to offset the mutual interference during activation.

Just as a sentence in the book has repeatedly mentioned, all top spellcasters, especially mages, are not free, and often have the ability to press the bottom of the box.

Do you mind if I sit down? Del Tagle put a small, beautifully packaged box on the table and tentatively asked with a smile.

Please sit down! Zhang Cheng raised his arm and made a please gesture.

Thank you very much! Deltager sat on the chair generously and explained in a slightly annoyed voice: First of all, I want to apologize for the previous misunderstanding, I hope you will not mind my little test. After all I didn't know who you really were at the time, and I was nervous about Aklem Gris getting the Shard.

No, you don't need to apologize. On the contrary, I want to thank you, because you sent me some good test items. After that, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

moment!

A dark figure came out from the secret door behind the bookshelf.

The moment he took off his hood, Del Tagle's mouth widened in surprise, and half a minute later he exclaimed in disbelief: Lich?! You turned Joey into an immortal lich!

That's right! To be exact, he is the only one of the three who succeeded, and the other two have become idiots without sanity and memory. After that, Zhang Cheng waved his hand and signaled that his men could retire.

The lich named Joey didn't speak, he just bowed his head and saluted, dragging his dead body back into the secret door, but not completely decomposed for the time being.

Since his own phylactery was under control, he did not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​resistance. No matter what the master ordered, he had to unconditionally execute it.

Interesting! Very interesting! Maybe when I'm old enough to die, I might consider asking you to teach me the secrets of transforming liches. But for now, I think we should talk about the division of power within the Arcane Brotherhood, And who should control the broken magic crystal of the divine artifact. Deltagre calmly brought the topic back.

He understood that the appearance of the lich was a demonstration of the black dragon in front of him, and he was also showing his strength.

But the problem is that the man who rules this tower is still dominated by human mages. He believes that he has the support of many internal members enough to suppress the opponent, just like Aclem Gris did before...

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