Lord of Spells from Faerûn

A group of city guards swarmed in from the gate and surrounded everyone. The leading officer stepped forward. When he was about to order these people to put down their weapons and surrender, he suddenly saw Reina Wujin among the three.

He stopped talking instantly. Facing the son of a famous nobleman in Waterdeep City, he had to be tactful.

"Hello, I am Captain Hughes of the City Guard. We have received reports that someone is engaged in suspicious activities here. I wonder what you are doing here?"

After thinking about it, he pretended not to know Reina and politely asked them about their purpose here.

The disgraced Reiner stood up at this time and said loudly: "I am Reiner Wuhen, the son of Dagt Wuhen!"

He told the captain what happened here, and the captain nodded. When he was about to speak, the soldier next to him suddenly said: "Head, there are several human corpses here!"

The captain walked over, looked at the corpses, and confirmed that they were members of the Zanaza Guild and the Zhentarim. He couldn't help but believe Reiner's explanation.

Apollo stepped forward and said: "Captain, we urgently need to find Fulen who was kidnapped with Reina. I wonder if you can help us?"

When the captain heard Apollo's request, he thought to himself, since the two big troubles, the Shannatha Guild and the Zhentarim, wanted to destroy each other, why wouldn't he do it?

So he opened his mouth and smiled and said: "I'm sorry, the city guard can't help you. This is not within the scope of our responsibilities, but I can tell you where to find him. Go to the sewers, which is the home of the Zanaza Guild."

Imric was moved after hearing this. The tengu's previous soliloquy seemed to have mentioned the sewers, and he also said to follow the yellow signs.

After the captain finished speaking, he turned to Reina and said, "Mr. Reina, now that it's over here, do you need us to escort you home?"

Reina nodded and said to Imric and the two, "Thank you for your help. If you need anything, you can come to me."

After that, he left with the city guards. Imrik said to Apollo at this time: "The sewers may be more dangerous. Are you sure you want to continue with me?"

Apollo looked unconvinced and said, "Hey! Don't underestimate me, I'm a sixth-level warrior!"

Imrik glanced at him in surprise. A sixth-level warrior could indeed be of some help. It was always good to have close combat protection.

"Let's go back and rest for a night. We will gather here tomorrow." Imrik decided.

The next day, Imrik came to the sewer entrance of the port area. He did not bring the copper furnace with him. The sewer was too crowded and the terrain was not suitable for its use.

When he arrived at the location, he found that Apollo was already waiting for him there in the distance. This slutty warrior had changed into another pair of armor this time. Although he was still all black, he also wore an extra helmet.

"You're finally here! I've been here waiting for you early in the morning!" Apollo complained with an excited tone.

Imric rolled his eyes inwardly. He really didn't know whether it was a wise decision to take this brainless warrior who regarded adventure as a spring outing with him.

The two jumped down from the sewer well, and a foul smell assaulted their nostrils. The surroundings were dark and they could not see their fingers.

"Dark Vision." Imrik released it twice in a row, blessing himself and Apollo with spells.

This second-level spell allows people to have dark vision like an elf. Although this vision cannot allow people to see as clearly as during the day, it can still allow people to maintain adequate vision in the dark.

The black-robed mage walked deeper, and a foot-deep rancid liquid flowed under his feet and split into two branches not far ahead. A small emblem was drawn with yellow chalk on the wall of one of the tunnels: a palm-sized circle with 10 straight lines radiating from its edge.

Imrik remembered that this was the tattoo on the body of a member of the Zanaza Guild at that time, and this should be the logo mentioned by the Tengu.

The two of them walked slowly along the marked passage. They walked for an unknown amount of time, and there were constantly branching roads with markings in the middle to guide them forward.

After a long time, they came to a three-way intersection. At the intersection, there was a ladder leading to a stone shaft covered by a round metal cover.

Suddenly, a freezing ray with icy cold air shot towards Imrik from the side. The mage felt a chill approaching from the side. A burst of silver mist enveloped him, and he appeared 30 feet away in an instant.

Imrik, who avoided the attack with a wandering step, squinted his eyes slightly and observed the place where the attack came from. There was a familiar chalk emblem on the nearby wall. The difference this time was that there was a spherical, grapefruit floating near the emblem. A large and small creature, it has a raised central main eye and four stubby eye stalks, with a grinning look.

Beholder?

The black-robed mage silently thought to himself that this extraordinary creature made him wary. Eye demons are very powerful magical creatures that can release various magic rays through their eye stalks.

But the beholder in front of me seemed a little smaller, with only four eye stalks on its body.

"It's the gazer beholder." The mage understood clearly in his mind that this small beholder is a manifestation of the beholder's dream, similar to a clone. When the beholder falls asleep, this kind of creature will be generated. The beholder can pass through this small The eyes of the beholder come to monitor everything in dreams.

Compared with the real beholder, this clone only has four eye stalks, so it can only emit four kinds of rays, and the freezing ray just now is one of them.

Seeing that his attack failed, the beholder screamed angrily and raised an eye stalk again. This time the eye stalk shot out a burst of invisible power and enveloped a huge stone next to it.

The stone was lifted up by this invisible force and thrown in the direction of Apollo.

"Let me go!" Apollo shouted excitedly when he saw the stone flying towards him.

He raised his sword, took a dexterous step, easily dodged the boulders, and rushed towards the beholder.

Seeing this brainless muscular warrior approaching him quickly, the beholder couldn't help but shoot out all four eye stalks, firing rays randomly. The freezing ray brought cold power, the telekinesis ray lifted the object and threw it at Apollo, the fear ray and the stun ray. Cross jets came out trying to control the warrior.

But Apollo used a dexterity speed that was inconsistent with his body shape to shuttle through various magical powers, and even rushed to the beholder unscathed.

"Suffer death!" The black-armored warrior raised the magic sword in his hand and slashed it down with great force, splitting the beholder in half.

At the end, he struck a pose that he thought was handsome, waved a sword flower in his hand, and walked towards the black-robed mage triumphantly.

"Not bad." Imrik said. Apollo's strong figure surprised him. As a warrior, his agility attribute seemed to be ridiculously high.

This extremely fast melee profession is a nightmare for most unprepared spellcasters. This beholder died unjustly.