An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"All in all, I've done pretty well."

"Except that because of the previous background setting, I left the forest at the age of 13 and went to Eltoril alone."

Now that I think about it, he was really asking for trouble. He knew that the place was dangerous when he looked up the information, but who knew that he would actually travel through time?

"Because I told Halsin that I was going to Eltoril to find my fellow tribesmen, Halsin didn't object much and even prepared a set of camping equipment and some money I needed in the city."

"Then I walked and stopped on the road, half traveling and half adventuring for nearly a month."

"I first walked south from the forest for more than half a month, bypassing the area of ​​the Shadow Curse and going straight to Baldur's Gate along the Jonsa River. Because my scattered memories of this city drove me to do this, before going to Eltoril, I chose to go to Baldur's Gate in the opposite direction to take a look."

When he finally arrived in the city, he stayed there for several months.

"The reason why I stayed here for so long is that this city brought back many memories for me, but there were many differences in the details. I was really distressed during that time. I always felt that I could remember all the memories in my mind, but they were just like flowers in the fog, and they were blurry and unclear."

There was no other way. He could only stay in Baldur's Gate and perform here to make money. The money that Harsin gave him before was used to buy weapons and equipment, a giant axe, two hand axes, and four javelins.

After all, Baldur's Gate was not a safe place. His instinct kept reminding him to arm himself. His appearance was too eye-catching, which caused him a lot of trouble. This made him have to exercise his professional ability in Baldur's Gate while performing by magic to earn money to buy a boat ticket, hoping to take a boat directly to Eltoril.

Although he could fly, it was impossible for him to fly so far in one breath. It was very tiring.

Moreover, if he wanted to go to Eltoril, he could only take a boat, otherwise he would have to cross the wilderness directly. It was not that he could not do it, but it was not necessary. After all, if he really had to cross the wilderness, it would waste too much time, which was far less convenient than going by boat with the fleet.

Moreover, the wilderness was full of dangers. Even though he had lived alone for five years when he was young, he did not dare to say that he could despise the wilderness. Although he had escaped from the hands of death several times, luck would not always favor him.

On the way from Baldur's Gate to Eltoril, only the first half of the wilderness was his familiar activity area, and the second half was an area he had never been to. He could not guarantee that he would not overturn in an unfamiliar area.

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Take a boat from the Dragon Pass of Baldur's Gate, go east along the Jonsa River, and the mighty fleet passing through Baldur's Gate passes through the main strongholds of Anjafe and Dawn. It took a full half a year from the day of departure from the forest to reach the destination, Eltoril.

"Then I stayed in this city. Not long ago, I was still thinking about how to make a living in the city. It wasn't working to make money by performing magic tricks."

"Until the day before yesterday, my memory suddenly recovered completely, and then I happened to run into the whole city being dragged into hell."

"To be honest, if I hadn't awakened my memory at that time and could fly again, I would have been thrown into the Styx by the devil flying out of the sky and turned into a inferior demon like most people in that city two days ago, and then thrown into the front line where hell and the abyss fought, becoming cannon fodder in the bloody battle."

Noshier sighed deeply and suppressed the fear that rose in his heart again.

After completely digesting the memories in his mind, he was no longer the ordinary person on Earth. His life experience was bizarre even in this world. It stands to reason that he should have been accustomed to danger and overcome fear.

But compared with the whole city being dragged into hell in an instant, that is completely different.

I am running low on ink...

"I had lived there for more than half a year before the city completely fell into the abyss."

"Eltoril is indeed worthy of the name of the holy city. It has perfect and powerful laws, brave and elite knights, open and tolerant citizens and a shockingly low crime rate."

"For this world with a civilization comparable to that of the Middle Ages, it is definitely an incredible feat."

"But all this is an illusion. The reason why it is so tolerant, so open, and so beautiful is to attract more people to settle here, so that they can have a mouthful of oil when the net is finally closed."

"This is a mousetrap filled with bait. Ignorant mice like us walked in with false hopes and were trapped by the order and beauty in front of us. Tie the neck tightly. "

"The people in the city never thought that they would face such a tragic fate. They did nothing..."

"I escaped. When the second sun hovering over the city suddenly became as dark as ink, I immediately realized that something was wrong. "

"The memories of looking up information on the day of the crossing surged wildly in my mind, and I understood everything in an instant. "

"This city was shrouded in a huge conspiracy 50 years ago. The city's highest monitor, Tavis Craig, betrayed the country. He sold the entire city, including his soul, to the devil king in hell, who is also the source of my bloodline, Zariel, in exchange for Eltoril's 50-year term. "

"When the term ends, the city will be dragged into the Nine Hells by the force of the contract, along with the ordinary people living in the city. They will be instantly teleported to Avernus in the Nine Hells in confusion and fear, and their souls will be thrown into the Styx, printed with Zariel's mark, and become her devil soldiers."

"The artificial sun that began to hover over this holy city 50 years ago, a great creation affectionately called [Companion Sun] by all Eltoril people, has become the lid of the mousetrap."

His memory returned to the day when the world turned upside down.

"[Ban Yang], this huge and sophisticated instrument has been protecting the city from the threats of the surrounding undead and dark creatures for the past 50 years, but just the day before yesterday, the originally warm [Ban Yang] suddenly tore the sky and emitted a dark light."

"The black sun twisted and twisted like a black hole, and endless demons flew out of it. Eight huge chains fell from the sky and embedded themselves in the city. The dim light curtain spread like a cover. It only took a few minutes to cover 80% of the city, and then everything in the cover was transferred to hell out of thin air."

"I fled in a panic. Before the light completely spread, through the black hole, I saw what was waiting for the city on the other side of hell. That was the source of my bloodline, Zariel, who was waiting there quietly. That feeling was absolutely correct."

"Although it was just an outline, this slight glimpse almost made me lose the courage to escape. That was not something I could deal with. I couldn't save anyone, and I almost couldn't even save myself..."

Noshier slammed the notebook shut. He couldn't think about it anymore.

Eltoril has fallen, but there are still survivors around the city.

The scope of the companion sun has not caught up with the expansion of Eltoril in 50 years, but even so, 80% of the city from the middle is only a bottomless pit.

The people who survived by chance were frightened by this huge change, and they all fled desperately. I was just the fastest one.

"The black sun is still hanging in the sky, which means that if you want, anyone can enter hell through that ghost thing, and those things in hell can also get out through that thing at any time."

"The most elite garrison corps in the city, the Knights of Hell, were almost wiped out. If I guess correctly, there must be scattered demons coming out of them now, relying on fear to harvest the souls of escaping mortals."

"But on the way here, I saw that the main fortress of the Dawn was already preparing for war. The Northern Lords Alliance must have known that the capital of Elturgard had fallen. Those demons who escaped will be dealt with by someone."