Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Imric ignored his provocation and continued to cast the spell: "Level 3 Summon Undead Creatures."

The black aura of death condensed from the hands of the black-robed mage, and following his ominous spell, a ghoul crawled out of the black light.

"Control the dead body." The mage once again cast a third-ring spell to turn the orc's corpse into a zombie.

Facing psychics, undead creatures are always the best choice. They are immune to the mind and are the natural enemies of these users of spiritual power.

Zombies and ghouls rushed towards the Mind Flayer. The purple monster panicked when it saw the two undead creatures rushing towards it. Its purple octopus head lit up and pointed at each other.

"Shock wave!" A wave of force field surged out from the Mind Flayer's fingertips, knocking the two approaching undead creatures against the wall.

This psychic power has reached the level of a second-level spell. Although he didn't know what tricks the octopus head used, he compared the spells and analyzed it in his mind. This octopus head should have used a second-level power.

The black-robed mage stretched out his hand, pointed it at the Mind Flayer from a distance, and chanted a spell: "Lightning Beam!"

Third-level spell—Lightning Beam.

The violent electric light made a clicking sound and gathered in the mage's palm, and a thick electric current burst out instantly, shooting towards the mind flayer.

Seeing that the lightning was coming towards him at an unavoidable speed, the purple monster quickly used his psychic power "Time Jump!"

The Mind Flayer disappeared instantly, and the lightning beam penetrated where it was originally and hit the wall. The intense heat burned a large hole.

Imric looked around cautiously, wondering what kind of psychic power the mind flayer had used to disappear.

After dozens of seconds, there was a flash, and the Mind Flayer suddenly reappeared on the spot. As it ran towards the mage, it stretched out its slender twisted left hand and roared hoarsely: "Death Drive!"

Imric felt a great danger pouring into his heart. He thought quickly, and a silver mist enveloped the mage and teleported him 30 feet backward. Then he repeated the same trick and teleported him 30 feet backward again. In his mind, Only then did the dangerous intuition disappear.

"Mind distortion or instant death spells. Don't get too close, the psychic powers are too weird." Imrik made a decision in his mind.

"Phantom Binding!" The mage chanted a spell and pointed at the mind flayer rushing towards him.

The power of arcane magic connected his hand to the Mind Flayer with a black chain, and ribbons composed of countless shadows erupted from the center he designated, entangling the Mind Flayer tightly.

The Mind Flayer roared, and a wave of mind waves scattered from the body, "Mind Blast!"

But the power of the mind could not shake the shadow itself. The mage stood far away from the mind blast distance and pointed his hand at the mind flayer: "Lightning beam!"

The strong lightning roared along the mage's mind and crashed into the mind flayer. The moment it came into contact, its soft and moist head was burned into coke. The shadow chain also withdrew from his body to the ground. The body without his head was on the ground from time to time. The current still jitters a bit.

Imric breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The mind flayer is indeed one of the monsters that adventurers are most afraid of encountering. Its strength is simply ridiculous. If it weren't for his unlimited spell slots, he can unleash the wandering step as much as he wants. If you stay away and strike with an extremely long lightning beam, you may have been killed by its psychic powers.

He walked towards the Mind Flayer's body expectantly and rummaged through it. It was said that all mind casters had something called a psionic stone, which recorded their psionic model.

Imric pulled off the storage glove on the mind flayer's hand and took out the contents. In addition to some gold coins and brains, there were more than twenty psychic stones, which meant that twenty Various psionic models.

Imric excitedly put these stones in his pocket. These abilities cannot be copied directly like spell models. Imric has to go back and spend a few days to analyze them.

"Cure serious injuries." The black-robed mage walked to Fulun, who was lying on the ground dying, and the light of divine magic lit up in his hand, healing the wounds on his body.

"Oh, God! My head hurts so much, damn Mind Flayer, what kind of trick is this." Apollo, who was hit against the wall, covered his forehead and stood up. The powerful force of the mind blast made his The mind was severely traumatized.

"Go back and eat some soothing herbs, rest for a few days, and remember to sleep more. Psychic attacks can easily leave sequelae." Imrik glanced at him and said.

"Thank you! Thank you for saving me, Mr. Mage! Please come home with me. I still have some gold coins. I will give them to you as a thank you." Fulen also woke up at this time and looked around him The orcs who had just ravaged him had turned into charcoal, and he said to Imrik gratefully.

The mage waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, we also accepted the commission from Mr. Varro. He asked us to find you, and he has already paid the reward for you."

Fulun was stunned after hearing this. His lips moved slightly, and he seemed to be moved to tears. He didn't expect that even if he was in such a desperate situation, his good friend would not give up on him.

"Let's go, I don't want to stay in this stinking sewer for a moment anymore." Apollo said with disgust. Although he liked adventure, he really couldn't stand such a dirty environment.

The mage nodded and summoned an invisible servant to help Fulen. The three of them returned the same way and climbed up the ladder of the stone well. The guests in the tavern were shocked when they saw the three people climbing up from the sewer. , Fortunately, the mage's mage robe shocked everyone, so that they did not dare to ask any more questions.

"Flen! My dear friend!" Back at Dunant's Tavern, Varro saw Fulen excitedly rushing over to hug him, and Fulen also cried out in emotion.

Seeing the two people crying selflessly, Imric couldn't help but cough lightly. Varro reacted and quickly turned to them and said: "Thank you, adventurers, thank you for bringing my friend back. Here, this is your reward.”

He handed the land deed to the mage, and Imric accepted it with a smile and said, "In that case, we won't disturb you for reminiscing about old times. I will also go back to rest for two days."

Imrik and the two walked out of the tavern, and the mage said to Apollo: "I will dispose of this land deed when the time comes and give you half of the amount."

Apollo waved his hand and said: "Take it, the experience of this adventure is exciting enough for me. Besides, the most important thing I lack is money. I don't like this little money."

Imrik took back the land deed with a smile: "In that case, I would rather obey your orders respectfully, so I will go back first."

Apollo laughed and said: "If there are any adventures next, don't forget me."

After returning home, Imrik took out the psychic stone, and for the next two days he would concentrate on analyzing the model inside.

Modify the setting so that all psychic caster professions have power stones.