Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The beholder looked at this scene in horror. She did not expect that the golden dragon suddenly appeared. Only then did she realize that the damn mage had deceived her, but it was too late to think about it now.

She quickly stretched out her eye stalk and released telekinesis, but the telekinesis of the beholder could only control objects up to 325 pounds. The strength of the golden dragon's claw had long exceeded this number.

Fortunately, telekinesis bought the beholder a little time and kept the golden dragon's claws in the air for about a second, but this was enough for her to quickly float out of the range of the dragon's claws.

The beholder raised an eye stalk and released the dissociating ray this time. Unlike Imrik, the golden dragon's physical strength was much stronger than that of the beholder, so releasing the death ray was completely useless.

The light green dissociation ray shot from the beholder's eye stalk to the golden dragon's belly. Like the powerful ray of the sixth-level dissociation spell, it shot a hole in the golden dragon's belly.

"Roar!" The golden dragon roared in pain, but the real dragon's powerful magic resistance and physical fitness made the damage caused by this spell not to be feared. On the huge dragon body, this wound could not affect the golden dragon's combat effectiveness at all.

The golden dragon took a deep breath, and there were sparks in his mouth. The beholder was shocked when he saw it, and he quickly released various rays, but to no avail.

The golden dragon stretched out his head and blew out, and a torrent of golden flames spurted out from his mouth. The powerful breath of flames instantly swallowed the beholder's figure.

"No!!!" The beholder screamed in the flames.

This breath lasted for more than ten seconds before the golden dragon stopped. When the flames ended, there was only some black powder left where the beholder was originally suspended.

Imrik looked at everything in front of him in shock. The adult golden dragon was more powerful than he imagined, and such a powerful beholder was destroyed just like that.

If he were allowed to do it, the limit of keeping himself alive would be the limit. Not to mention the beholder's various powerful rays, the main eye's anti-magic field alone would be enough to make him drink a pot.

But for this golden dragon, whether it is its strong physical fitness or the breath of a real dragon, the anti-magic field cannot stop it. As for other magic rays, for an adult golden dragon, it is just an itch.

At the end of the battle, the golden dragon transformed into a dwarf. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Finally, we eliminated this annoying bug. Thank you for reminding me, human mage. Oh, what's your name?"

Imric stepped forward and said with a smile: "This is my honor, Mr. Golden Dragon. My name is Oliver Black. You can just call me Oliver."

Imric gave a false name. He didn't plan to be hunted everywhere if his deception of the golden dragon came to light in the future. Anyway, he was in disguise now. The person who deceived him was just Oliver. What does Imric have to do with me? relation!

The golden dragon nodded and said happily: "My name is Orignax, Oliver. I appreciate your intelligence and kindness."

Seeing that the golden dragon had a good attitude, Imric could not help but strike while the iron was hot and said: "Mr. Orignax, I am here on behalf of the Wujin family."

He wanted to see this golden dragon's attitude towards the Wujin family. Did he occupy this place, or was he entrusted by others?

Orignacs said doubtfully: "Oh? What's wrong with that guy Daggett? Is he short of money?"

Seeing the golden dragon's attitude, Imrik knew in his heart that the other party seemed to know Daggett.

So he smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, the Wujin family has suffered heavy losses in business recently. Mr. Daggett asked me to come and retrieve some of the gold coins. Unfortunately, I was weak and was attacked by the beholder's men on the way, and fell into her hands. .”

When Orignax heard Imric talking about getting back the gold coins, a trace of heartache and reluctance flashed in his eyes: "Oh, I want to get back the gold coins, but it's not yet the time we agreed! He promised me this at the beginning. Five hundred gems will protect you for one hundred and fifty years."

Imric heard what he thought and sure enough, this golden dragon was hired to guard the treasury, so he said: "It is true that Mr. Daggett made an agreement with you for one hundred and fifty years, but don't worry, even if you get the gold coins back now, , we will not ask for these five hundred gems back, everything will be the same as before."

Although this theory would be self-defeating as long as Jin Long went to confirm with Daggett, by that time Oliver Black had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

As for the guilt of stealing gold coins, Imrik would not feel the slightest bit of it. As early as when Daggett wanted to give him the Stone of Gorol for safekeeping, he regarded this treasure as a treasure. I already have it, otherwise why would I keep this stone for him?

Of course, Imric will not take away all of it. In exchange for helping them deal with the Zanatha Guild, he will take away half of the treasure. As for whether they can preserve the remaining treasure under the hands of the Zhentarim, that is It's none of your own business.

If they are killed by the Zhentarim, this treasure house will become completely ownerless, and I am afraid that the golden dragon will take away all the gold coins immediately.

As for whether they can retain this wealth under the care of the Zhentarim, Imric has little hope for this. I am afraid that the fate of Mr. and Mrs. Grahamd will be their fate.

When Golden Dragon heard Imrik say that everything was business as usual, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Although he was unhappy with the lack of gold coins, Golden Dragon still kept his word after all. As long as the Wujin family still exists in the world, this wealth will be beneficial to him. It's not my own.

With the permission of the golden dragon, Imrik took out two storage gloves and kept putting money into them until the number of gold coins dropped by at least half, and then he stopped under the distressed eyes of the golden dragon.

Feeling the rich gold coins in the gloves, Imric couldn't help but feel frightened by the wealth of the Wujin family. The gold coins in the gloves should be about 400,000 gold coins, and this was only half of the amount.

"I'm afraid the origin of this wealth is not that simple." Imrik thought to himself. He did not think that the Wujin family could have so much idle wealth stored here, but there was not even a high-level mage in the family.

But all this had nothing to do with him. Imrik saluted the golden dragon and left the treasure house.

In order to make himself feel more comfortable with the money, he returned to the Zannatsa Guild and bloodbathed the members inside. Without the beholder, this group of minions faced Imric's summons and powerful spells. There is no way to fight back.

By the way, he also searched for the beholder's treasures and obtained a water walking ring, which can give the wearer the ability to walk and run on the water at will.

In addition, there is also a spell book, which records a large number of first to third-level spells, which should belong to the pale mage Kovoli.

Imric opened it and looked at it, and found that most of them were spells that he already owned, and there were only three spells that he did not own.

They are sleight of hand: scribalism.

Third-level spells: advanced combat against undead, fog of disease.

Among them, the copying technique allows the mage to free his hands and let the pen copy by itself.

Advanced Strike Undead is an enhanced version of Strike Undead. It is a very powerful single-target spell against undead creatures, with powerful damage, provided that the target is an undead creature.

Fog of Disease summons a 20-foot cloud of mist that makes creatures within it sick.

Among the three spells, the more practical one is the copying spell, which frees Imrik's hands to copy spells.