Lord of Spells from Faerûn

After solving the two monsters, Imrik continued on his journey without stopping. It would take at least two weeks to cross this huge desert. Although he could not feel the heat due to the existence of the command fire element ring, he could feel the heat everywhere. The desolate scenery of sand made him unable to stay any longer.

Since then, he has not encountered any monsters again, which makes Imrik have to be grateful for his decision. If he had chosen to cross this desert from the Silver Moon Alliance in the north, he might have been waiting for endless attacks.

At night, Imrik took out the dry branches prepared in advance from the dimensional bag and started a fire in the desert.

The temperature difference in the desert at night is huge due to the sand. Although it is crazy hot during the day, the cold at night is terrifying.

"My favorite salted fish." Imrik took out a salted fish from the dimensional bag and roasted it on the fire.

While waiting to make salted fish, Imrik looked up at the stars and admired the night of this lost land.

Perhaps because this place is rarely visited, the starry sky in the desert is exceptionally clear and bright. The sky is filled with dots of light, and a bright white moon hangs in the sky.

"It's so similar." Imrik raised a hand and touched it in front of his eyes. Sometimes, he often felt that the planet under his feet had many similarities to his former hometown.

Like Earth, the planet Toril has a moon and a sun.

The pure white moon in the starry sky is called Selûne. On the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, Selûne revolves around Toril day after day, affecting the endless ocean. Ebb and flow.

If you look carefully, there is a fuzzy halo around Selune, which is the asteroid group guarding Selune - the Tears of Selune.

It is said that one day, the Tears of Selûne suddenly appeared from no apparent source, and at that time, all the oceans in the world set off huge tsunamis.

That day, a meteor streaked across the starry sky and crashed on the edge of the then Eno Oak Desert, causing a big explosion and thus expanding the border of the Eno Oak Desert.

Imrik summoned Leomon's hut and lay on the small bed inside. He opened the skylight of the dimensional space, revealing the sky full of stars outside. He listened to the snoring of the copper stove and bean bags beside him, and slowly fell asleep.

At noon the next day, after a good night's sleep, Imric put away Leomon's hut and prepared to embark on the journey again.

Just as he was riding on the bean bag, there were crisp camel bells in the distance.

Imric looked back and saw that a group of people was looming in the yellow sand. The camel bells tied to the leading camels made bursts of sound.

Imric narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a hand to signal the copper furnace to stop. In this dangerous desert, he had to be extremely careful.

As the camel bells approached, the crowd in the distance showed their true colors. It looked like a caravan. There was a carriage in the middle with a large amount of goods. The leaders were several people riding camels. They were well-equipped and looked like Be a professional.

"High Mage Armor." Imrik chanted the spell, and a layer of golden armor appeared on his body, and then disappeared again.

The people in the caravan also noticed a man and an ox in front of them. The leader raised a hand and seemed to be saying something. Then the people in the caravan stopped, leaving only the leading people riding camels to continue. Go ahead.

"Imrik?!" The leading paladin shouted in surprise when he saw Imrik.

The black-robed mage looked at the people opposite him and was quite surprised. There was a paladin with an outstanding appearance, a voluptuous and beautiful wanderer, a dwarf warrior, and a bard who looked unreliable.

"Jerome, what a coincidence." Imrik greeted with a smile. He didn't expect that the professionals leading the team across from him were actually members of the Dragonlance Adventure Group.

The bard Hamlein saw Imrik and said excitedly: "Hey! What a coincidence. During the boring escort mission, I unexpectedly reunited with an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time in a desert with few human traces! I want to Write this deed into my poetry book!"

The wanderer Domira and the dwarf Zac also greeted each other with smiles. It was really surprising that everyone who had agreed to meet a year later a few months ago reunited in the Eno Oak Desert.

The paladin laughed and came over to give the black-robed mage a hug. He bared his white teeth and said, "Imrik, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay in your Waterdeep City?"

Imric was stunned for a moment, then smiled and explained: "I plan to go to Myth Drannor, how about you."

Domira complained from the side: "We took an escort mission and were going to Shadow Valley. Damn it, this employer is so picky. That little hire fee is just insulting to me!"

Jerome said helplessly: "Domila! We have talked about this matter. Gassanre has helped us a lot. Even if he doesn't give us money, we should help him!"

Domira rolled her eyes. She despaired at the naive idea of ​​this paladin: "Haha, he helped us? If I hadn't risked my life to assassinate the bald warlock that time, he would have had his fingers chopped off by the bandits to extort the deposit. Got it!"

When Jerome wanted to say something else to argue with her about whether this man named Gassanre was good or bad, the dwarf Zak interrupted them impatiently: "Stop arguing, his grandma is always firing. My head hurts."

Jerome smiled awkwardly. He suddenly remembered that Imric was still there, so he suggested: "Imrik, if you want to go to Myth Drannor, come with us. Why not join us? There are also people on the way. Take care of me!"

Imric smiled and nodded. He also had the same idea. Following the large group of people at least freed him from having to tense up and observe the surroundings all the time, which saved a lot of energy.

When several people saw Imric agreeing, they all laughed happily. Hamlein exaggeratedly took off the xylophone from his back and said: "Dragonlance Adventure Group, gather!"

Then the song started playing.

Several people returned to the caravan, and the leader, an old man with a goatee and cunning eyes, came out. He saw that Jerome and others had brought back a mysterious black-robed mage and a strange-looking tauren, and couldn't help but Curious asked:

"Jerome, who is he?"

Jerome explained to him the origin of Imrik. The old man nodded, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. The salary of a powerful three-ring mage was not comparable to that of this group of professionals. It was a waste to join a mage for free. He is happier than anything else.

He coughed and said to Imric: "Welcome, welcome, since you are Jerome's friend, you are my old Gassanre's family! You are welcome, it is safer to go together with more people!"