Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Imrik's joining caused whispers among the ordinary people in the caravan.

They secretly looked at the looming luxurious robes under the cloak of the mysterious mage, and the elegant and calm back sitting on the black horse, and discussed with each other their knowledge of these most mysterious groups in Faerûn.

It is also strange to say that among the countless professions in Faerun, those with spellcasting ability are quite common, although not the vast majority. No matter they are paladins, secret knights or priests, they cannot cause ordinary people like mages. The curiosity and fear in people's hearts.

In their eyes, country clowns who can only perform tricks and those careless warlocks are completely different from the mysterious and dangerous mages in their minds.

"Don't mind, they are just a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins." Seeing his subordinates discussing mages in a cryptic way, Gassanre, who was afraid of annoying them, walked over and said with a flattering smile.

He was not one of those upstarts who had never seen a mage. From the first moment he saw Imrik, he knew the calm and elegant temperament of this mysterious mage and the priceless gemstone ring on his hand. This person is completely different from those low-level mages who pretend to be powerful.

Such a mage should study magic in a huge mage organization, or use money to hire a large number of servants to protect his journey.

Of course, he will not look down upon the opponent just because he is weak. The twisted-looking two-headed tauren next to the mage is not someone to be trifled with at first glance. If the professionals in the Dragonlance Adventure Group are not included, I am afraid that the entire Everyone in the caravan can't drink enough for each other.

Imrik, who was riding on the horse, chuckled. Of course he would not get angry about this, unless it was in Waterdeep City or the wizarding kingdoms like Halrua and Sere, where his kind would always be rare.

"Mr. Gassanre, this journey to the Valley of Shadows is really difficult. It is rare for a personal caravan like you to have the courage to cross Ainook." Imric, who was riding a horse, pointed out something. said.

Gasan Rui smiled coquettishly, brushed his thin hair and said, "Well, there is a proverb in the Karatu continent, which is to gain wealth through danger."

Imrik's heart moved after hearing this. The mysterious Eastern continent Karatu is filled with all kinds of ancient Eastern elements and proverbs from the previous life. He has always been curious about whether there are other earth travelers who have come here and guided that land. The yellow people in the mainland have become what they thought they were like in ancient times in the East.

After Gassanre finished speaking, he swallowed thirstily. In this hot desert, saying one more word would cause the loss of water.

Obviously, this caravan does not have expensive magic items like endless water bags. Fresh water resources are stored in the carriage, but in this desert, water resources are extremely precious, and not a single penny can be wasted.

It would take two weeks for Imrik to cross this desert alone, but with a bloated carriage and a large number of mortals, this time would be nearly doubled.

Obviously, the water they brought was far from enough, but over the years, passing caravans have learned how to find oases in the desert. These holy places in the yellow sand nurture all living things, and the water resources they brought were only in the desert. Bring emergency supplies to areas without supplies.

The hot climate brought severe challenges to ordinary people in the caravan. Guards who were too short of water kept falling down, and the remaining companions would take out a small amount of water for them to drink.

"Where is the nearest oasis?" Jerome came over and asked. As a lawful and good paladin, he could not see these ordinary people suffering.

"There's still half a day's journey," Gassanre said feebly at this time.

"Take it." Imric took out the endless water bag and threw it to Jerome.

Jerome accepted it doubtfully, saw the magic runes on it, and said excitedly: "Is this an endless water bag?"

Imric smiled and nodded.

Gassanrei heard from the side and his eyes widened. The water resources in the desert can be called liquid gold. It is said that behind the toll-paying inns in the oases are the Blue Dragon bosses. Water magic creates clean water, and then sells it to passing tourists for a large amount of gold coins. It can be called a cost-effective business.

Gassanrui's lips trembled, but he was embarrassed to say what he wanted to say. This is water. In this desert, it is a precious and rare thing that can produce unlimited water!

Jerome saw Gassanre's longing eyes, scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Well, Imrik, can you use it for these poor people? Don't worry, I will get a bucket to collect the water. Won’t get your water bag dirty.”

The black-robed mage stared into the distance, glanced back, and said nonchalantly: "Whatever you want."

Gassanre was overjoyed and quickly ordered the people in the team to bring out the buckets. He took a rope and hung the endless water bag upside down on the carriage. The gurgling water flowed out from the mouth of the cowhide bag, making the people around him unable to stop watching. Swallowing.

Jerome also glanced at Imric gratefully. The paladin always paid the highest respect to those who could help him do good.

The caravan continued to move forward. With the support of endless water bags, the guards were obviously more energetic. Those who were thirsty would go to the bucket and grab a bowl of water from a cup, and they would feel refreshed and restored.

As they walked, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the yellow sand on the ground began to be blown into the air. Imrik stared into the distance and frowned slightly.

At this time, a hunchbacked man in the convoy walked to the front. He was the guide invited by Gassanre. He anxiously said to Gassanre: "Sandstorm! The sandstorm is coming!"

Gassanre nodded. He called everyone to stop, prepared to secure the carriage's cargo, and hid behind the camel to wait for the sandstorm to pass.

"Eye of the Falcon." Imrik cast a spell on himself. He looked into the distance and saw an extremely wide desert wall advancing towards him. Yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and a huge tornado moved slowly in the middle of the sandstorm. .

His expression changed and he shouted to Gassanre: "Hurry up and leave. This sandstorm is too big. A tornado has formed. We must avoid it."

After hearing this, Gassanre suddenly realized how big the scale of the sandstorm was that even a powerful mage said he could not withstand.

He quickly asked the hunchbacked man: "The Master said that the sandstorm was too big and we had to avoid it. How to get out."

The hunchbacked man was stunned for a moment. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance with a serious face. Then he lay down on the ground and put one ear to the ground, listening quietly to a certain sound.

After a while, he stood up and said anxiously: "Yes, the sandstorm is too big. I have never seen a sandstorm of this scale. Let's go! Go north! There is an oasis there."

Gassanre gave orders to the whole team, and everyone turned quickly and moved forward faster.