Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Chapter 332 The Death of Kelanvor Linesbane

The rain soaked Midnight's black hair. She pursed her chapped lips and gently let go of her left hand. She could only hand over the slate in exchange for Kelanvor's life.

"No!" cried Kelemvor, "he will kill me anyway."

The warrior tried to get up, Midnight knowing that Cyric would attack and that only magic had a chance to save Kelemvor.

She spoke the spell quickly and pointed her finger at the thief. Twenty golden bolts of lightning flashed from her hand, then missed their target and flew into Waterdeep City in an arc. In an instant, the ground roared, and twenty different buildings rushed into the sky at the same time, leaving a golden flame trail.

Midnight's knees almost buckled, and she was dizzy. She staggered back two steps, but did not let herself fall. The spell failed.

The invalid spell surprised everyone around him for a moment, but only for a moment. "What bad luck." Cyric sneered and focused his attention on Kelemvor who wanted to get up again.

"Pfft."

The thief thrust the dagger into the warrior's back, putting all his strength on it to drive the sword as deep as possible.

Midnight watched Cyric plunge the blade into the warrior's back, but there was no blood, the weapon was absorbing her lover's blood. Guilt and anger surged into his heart. The mage screamed in pain, pulled out his dagger, and sprinted with all his strength.

The warrior can clearly feel that his life is passing away.

"Ariel." He whispered Midnight's real name in severe pain, as if it made him feel closer to the other person.

Kellanvor Rainsbane recalled in his blurred vision that he had wondered whether he had done well enough to deserve to be remembered as a hero in the short time he had spent on this unimagined spectacle. He has always wanted to be a good person all his life, but the curse that penetrated his bones forced him to be a philistine mercenary. Now, in this unique adventure, he can finally become the person he once wanted to be.

Then he died.

Meanwhile, Cyric calmly drew his dagger from Kelemvor and turned to face Midnight. He blocked Midnight's attack and knocked her dagger away. The rogue let the block turn into a counterattack, lowering his weapon under the mage's arm and thrusting.

But Midnight was faster than Cyric expected, and she dodged the attack, fingernails scratching across his face. The mage has forgotten those demon people, the stone slab, and even her own life. At this moment, she just wants Cyric to pay the price for killing Kelanvor.

The thief yelled and kicked Midnight away, causing her to fall six feet away. He could feel some tingling pain on his face, and blood seemed to be dripping. "You stabbed me!" Cyric growled, his tone more disappointed than angry.

"I will kill you." She stood up, her voice calm and even.

"I don't think so." The thief rushed over, his movements quick and smooth. Midnight barely missed the blow before he was stabbed through the abdomen.

I felt a sharp pain at midnight and could hardly breathe. She looked down and saw that the hilt of the sword was protruding from her robe, and the thief's hand was still on it. Her insides were on fire and the dagger was sucking the life out of her. The mage was stunned. She helplessly grabbed the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out.

Cyric pushed the sword hilt inward again, letting it embed in the wound. "In a few seconds," he said, "you will be with Kelemvor."

Midnight's consciousness began to wander, as if her soul had left her body.

"I'm not going to die," she hissed.

"No?" Cyric asked, twisting the blade.

"No!" Midnight yelled.

She let go of the dagger, stretched out her hand, and jammed the thief's throat with all her strength, almost suffocating him. He stumbled back a few steps and pulled out the dagger from the mage's body. Midnight fell down in a sitting position, covering his wound that had begun to bleed.

Cyric was breathing heavily, and just as he was about to regroup and attack again, he noticed that the road leading to Waterdeep Mountain in the distance had become clear, and the demon people retreated.

He hesitantly looked at Midnight sitting in a pool of blood. He thought about whether to kill the other party, but thinking of the other party's magical spells and the last thoughts remaining in his heart, he gave up.

"It's a good idea to let her bleed to death like this." Cyric said to himself, picked up the Stone of Fate and turned to leave.

Midnight lay trembling on the ground, her eyelids becoming extremely heavy. She sighed softly, and looked at Cyric who left before falling into darkness, and her head began to empty out.

Her body in the pool of blood became colder and colder, and her breath became weaker and weaker. At midnight, she seemed to see the beautiful blue and white planet, and a beautiful woman looking at her tenderly. She waved to herself, as if signaling Go by yourself.

"goddess."

Midnight stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the goddess, but the next moment, a warm white light enveloped her.

"Are you okay?"

A familiar voice came, and Midnight opened his eyes. The silver-haired mage was looking at him quietly with his dark eyes.

Surging vitality continued to gush out from Imric's hands, repairing Midnight's injuries one by one. The female mage who survived the desperate situation had a trace of tears in her eyes, whether it was because of her rescue or the sacrifice of her lover.

"Magic?!" Midnight's eyes widened suddenly. She suddenly thought that the mage in front of her had already performed many magical spells. Maybe, he could.

"Can you resurrect Kelemvor? Please, Imrik." Midnight asked anxiously in a weak voice, telling the other party everything that had happened before.

Imrik glanced at Kelanvor's body in the distance, and gently raised his hand to point at him. In the wide black robe, there was the cold divine power coming. In the dark rainy night, the rich white light illuminated the surrounding streets. every corner.

The nine-ring magic - [Complete Resurrection]!

The ultimate secret from divine magic, the power that can resurrect everything, enveloped Kelanvor's body. Midnight looked at him expectantly, but in the end, nothing happened.

The spell failed.

Imric's eyes widened in surprise. Kelanvor's soul was missing. The power of divine magic searched the planes but could not find the other party's soul.

"I'm sorry, it's beyond my ability to resurrect Kelemvor." Imrik said apologetically, with a hint of solemnity in the mage's heart, which can prevent the power of full resurrection and eliminate Kelemvor's soul. The only possibility of falling into the abyss and being eaten and decomposed by the demon lord in such a short period of time is the gods, and the only gods that exist today are

Imric's answer made Midnight completely give up hope. The hatred for Cyric burned in her chest like a prairie fire. She had to prevent him from becoming a god. There was no turning back for her, both in public and private matters. .

Seeing Midnight's thoughts, Imric waved, and a gryphon landed from the clouds. He smiled and patted Midnight's hand and said, "It's not too late now. Let's go and stop Cyric." .”

Midnight hesitated and shook her head slightly. She sat on the griffin and looked at the Deepwater Mountain in the distance and the colorful stairs floating on it.

"This is a grudge between me and him, and I will resolve it myself."

end tomorrow saint