Broad World

After a few hours, the sky gradually darkened. ~Tylan Tyr, who had only half of his body left, finally managed to open his eyes, and bursts of piercing pain stimulated every nerve. But all he could think about was the children in the castle, and he didn't care about his injury at all.

As the saying goes, blessings come without pairs, but misfortunes never come singly. The loss of the lower body was miserable enough, but it was even more unfortunate that the spell book and spell-casting material package were also missing. For a mage, losing them is equivalent to losing the ability to cast spells, and now there is no other choice but to climb forward bit by bit.

"I must persevere! Tell Henry the news as soon as possible." Tyranti gritted his teeth and endured the pain, cheering himself up over and over again. He knew that the castle must have fallen now, and with the opponent's powerful and weird attack methods, it was not something that a mere tower spirit or golem could deal with.

In this way, relying on tenacious willpower, the old sorcerer returned to the Gaoli Fort with the door wide open before dawn. Looking at the messy hall, the last trace of illusion was also shattered. After he glanced at the line left on the wall, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma again.

I saw it written in common language: "Your son is in my hands. If you don't want him to be tortured to death, come to Uster Natha City quickly. The person who hates you the most - Chasma."

There is no doubt that this guy who has completely twisted his mind intends to torture Allen inhumanely. This is also how an old mage who dotes on his disciples can accept it. In addition, he is seriously injured, which can be described as a double blow to his spirit and body. If he is not treated in time. It's not surprising even if you die.

In the dilapidated hall. Tyran Tyr lay quietly on the ground like this. Surrounded by incomplete golems and summoned monster guard corpses. Tarling Freeman used the little bit of energy remaining in the element pool to treat him. Although he was still far from being cured, he managed to save his life for the time being.

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Henry, who was far away in Askatla, didn't know that such a huge change had occurred in the north, and was busy preparing to enter the dimensional sphere. He looked at Varig Kosala, who was tightly tied up, and smiled apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I can only invite you here in such a rough way. Please rest assured, I don't care about you." What malice, just want to enter the dimensional sphere in the slums."

"Hmph! You greedy mages have the same virtue. I swear to God. I will never let you lead me to that damned giant ball alive!" Varig struggled desperately to stand up, looking extremely excited. It can be seen that he is quite resistant to the dimensional sphere, and can even be said to be afraid.

Henry shook his head with a smile and comforted him: "Calm down, friend. I didn't say that I must bring you there in person. All I need is a small vial of blood. Of course, you must donate it voluntarily. And I promise, I can make you avoid it." Hunt for the masked mage, whether heading north or south. Take your pick."

He didn't want to bother with the Kosala family's crap at all. What he was really interested in was the dimensional sphere itself. A vehicle that can travel freely between planes. At the same time, it also integrates all the functions of the mage tower. What a perfect creation, it is hard to imagine that it was made by a mage who has not yet crossed the legendary threshold.

This is also the reason why the Masked Mage Guild is hot on the heels. The technology contained in the dimensional sphere is quite advanced, involving plane transmission, energy conversion, precise positioning, crystal wall crossing, etc., which is an irresistible temptation for any spellcaster. Especially the crystal wall, since the demise of the Imasca Empire, this technology that even the gods coveted has disappeared in the long river of history and has never appeared again.

Henry clearly remembered that in the game, several people who claimed to be the Knights of Solamnia appeared in the dimensional sphere. They come from a place called Klein (the world background of the Dragonlance series of novels), which means that the dimensional sphere once went to Klein, and there is no doubt that they have the ability to teleport across the crystal wall.

Hearing that he didn't need to get close to the sphere, Varig calmed down a little, but his eyes were still full of vigilance. After a few minutes, he asked a little helplessly: "Why? Why do you all want to get close to that damned sphere, is it just to plunder the magical treasures of my terrible ancestors?"

"No, on the contrary, what I'm interested in is not the magic treasure, but the value and technology contained in the sphere itself. You won't understand, for a mage who is committed to revealing the truth, its existence is simply a Miracle. In addition, don't just give your ancestor the word terrible, because he is a real genius." Henry made no secret of his admiration for the dimensional sphere maker.

No matter what, this person has done things that many legendary spellcasters dare not even dream of. To travel endlessly across planes and explore those unknown worlds, his courage and spirit are definitely worthy of admiration from all.

"If my ancestors heard the praise of a legendary spellcaster like you, they would be very happy." Varig said with a wry smile. After he heard these words, the hostility and alertness on his face decreased a lot.

After all, what Henry pursues is knowledge and technology, which is much better than those masked mages who just want to plunder treasure. What's more, his own reputation is also quite good, especially in the last two days, the council has announced that the blind eye cult and the mind flayer base have made a single list of meritorious personnel, and the name of "Dragon Rider" has spread throughout the caravan all of Amn.

Henry smiled modestly and asked, "So you are willing to accept my conditions?"

"Do I have a choice? Among all the people who want to enter the dimensional sphere, your conditions can be said to be the best. Those bastards of the masked mage don't even care about my life and death, just want to see if it will be okay. Something interesting happened." At the mention of the masked mage, Varig's face showed a trace of resentment. Obviously, he is full of hostility to the pursuit of the masked mage.

"I don't want to say more about the masked mages. After all, they have monopolized Amn's magic resources for too long, and it is inevitable that there will be some changes in attitude and cognition. Now let's talk about your ancestor. I am very familiar with his deeds. Interested." As Henry said, he winked at Robert who was beside him, and the latter took out his dagger and cut off the binding rope without hesitation.

After being untied, Varig moved his tingling arms and neck a little, sighed and said, "Okay. But I don't know much. Five hundred years ago, there was a talented person in the Kosala family. Necromancer, named Ravok. He built the sphere that could travel between worlds when he was about forty years old, and then mysteriously disappeared five hundred years ago."

"Lavok? What a good name. As far as I know, the wizard king of Netheril was also called by this name. But I still want to know, why are you so afraid of your ancestors?" Henry asked curiously . Generally speaking, most people in Faerun would be proud of having or having had a powerful elder.

But Varig is clearly not the case. Rather than saying that he is afraid of the dimensional sphere, it is better to say that he is really afraid of this ancestor named Ravok. For a nobleman, this is quite incredible.

Varig sighed deeply and explained: "Because I am the last of the entire Kosala family, which means a lot to Ravok. Although some unknown life-extending magic was used, his life is still inevitable. to death. In order to avoid this situation, finding a descendant with his own bloodline and occupying the other party's body is the only solution. This is why the Kosala family has had extraordinary magical talents for generations, because the ancestors need a A perfect body bears its own will."

Henry nodded thoughtfully. Obviously, Lavok didn't understand the transformation ritual of the lich, and of course it was possible that he was unwilling to transform into an undead creature. However, such things as occupying the body should be pure speculation. In the game, Lavok just wanted to take another look at the sky of his hometown before the temporary. It is impossible for such a homesick person to be so bad.

However, exploring the dimensional sphere is indeed more dangerous, especially there is a section where you need to go to the abyss to hunt the heart of a powerful demon. The game doesn't specifically mention how many layers of the abyss there are. It's okay if it's close to the top, but if it's too deep, it means that the magic is extremely unstable, so whether it's magic or divine art, there will be some unpredictable changes.

Maybe a small zero-level "light spell" will become a seventh-level magic "delayed burst fireball" after the spell is successfully cast, and the seventh-level magic "finger of death" may not even kill a bedbug. In this extremely uncertain situation, only the sword in hand is the truly reliable force.

After simple negotiations, Henry and Varig completed the deal. One of them got the blood needed to open the gate to the dimensional sphere, and the other got a ticket to the north. After tonight, the last of the Kosala family will disappear completely in Amn.

For Varig, being able to escape from this place of right and wrong is undoubtedly the most ideal choice. He longs for a peaceful life, the kind of carefree, without worrying about someone suddenly coming to the door every day. Although it's a little sad to leave my hometown, as long as I can avoid the masked mage, it's fine.

After the outsiders left, Henry looked at the radiant Robert beside him and asked, "How do you feel after taking the medicine? Do you find yourself completely different from before?"

"Yes, master. The blood in my body has been fully activated, and I can turn into an adult golden dragon at any time. And recently I feel full of energy, and I don't even feel sleepy. What kind of potion is that so magical?" Robert In one breath, he said all the questions that were pent up in his heart.

He also only discovered it during the "intense" exercise with Anisha. His physical strength seemed to be endless, which almost made this (slutty) woman feel so happy to death. You know, I did it for more than three hours that day, and I almost died. (To be continued..)