The Death Knell

Elminster is really old, and he will always fall into fantasy of the past, seeing friends who have passed away or places that have been destroyed.

The ghost named ‘Yesterday’ cannot escape even the most powerful mage.

He stopped taking risks himself a long time ago, so he has received countless adventurers in Shadow Valley over the years.

Listen to their stories, give them some precious props, and then watch them embark on an adventurous journey again, and make a promise to see you again next time.

But the vast majority of people have no chance to come back.

Adventurer is a high-risk profession.

So the old mage turned his attention to planeswalkers, these special groups that traveled through different worlds, and he found that the stories in other worlds were obviously more interesting.

A somewhat rusty construct Planeswalker told him that in the world he was born in, all life was machines. In his original world, he was fighting for parts or energy almost every day.

There was a planeswalker who was a barbarian and had almost no language. Elminster could only communicate with him by drawing little figures on the sand table, and even treated him to apple pie.

Of course, planeswalkers were not all friendly, and some tried to rob the old man. However, the old mage's various magics came to him as if instinctively. He beat the other man violently, and then threw him out of the crystal wall system, warning him not to come to Faerûn again.

Some people may have questions about why Elminster knew about the planeswalkers and how he saw so many planeswalkers.

Then let’s talk about why Elminster is called the ‘Great Sage of Shadow Valley’ instead of the Archmage of Shadow Valley.

It was a gift that time had given him in his long life, a legendary story that could last for days and nights, involving many gods and many people.

Now, Elminster is looking at the two new planeswalkers and listening to the experiences of the powerful warriors.

Maybe it's this warrior's story a long time ago, about a few ordinary people encountering various powerful undead in an underground labyrinth.

In a series of adventures, you will encounter powerful undead almost everywhere you go, but there is not even a priest in the team.

"Wonderful story, but...is your world filled with so many undead? Isn't life difficult?"

The old mage stroked his beard. The sunlight coming from the window had shifted its position. The Valley of Shadows was actually not dark at all. He liked it very much.

He looked at Su Ming with some sympathy.

"Fortunately, if you have guns and cannons, the undead creatures are not difficult to deal with."

Su Ming waved his hand and sat on the windowsill. While he was telling the story, he kept paying attention to the old mage's micro-expressions and wanted to analyze his thoughts.

But the old mage seemed to really come to listen to the story.

When the plot is tense, he will frown slightly; when he gets through the difficulties, he will smile; when he hears that he has obtained the treasure and made a lot of money when he returned home, he will be as happy as if he has made money.

I have to say that the old mage is a very qualified listener and it is very pleasant to communicate with him.

But now Su Ming can only be sure that Elminster has no other intentions, but the magic goddess behind him can't say.

But thinking about it, Su Ming still communicated with the old mage with a smile on his face, and even took out his other pistol and showed it to the old mage.

"Some dwarf blacksmiths can forge muskets, but they are much larger than yours and the craftsmanship is much cruder."

The old mage was obviously familiar with muskets, and his fingers were very dexterous and his mind worked quickly. He soon discovered the function of the safety.

He shot something randomly in the house, which caused the servants to run up from downstairs to check, and huddled at the entrance of the stairs.

"My lord, please do not conduct any more dangerous experiments."

"Nothing, go and have a rest, I'm just trying out a new toy." The old mage didn't even raise his head, he pulled out the magazine of the gun and took a look: "Well, the precise structure, the gunpowder and the projectiles are integrated, it's a genius idea. "

Su Ming smiled, picked up the bottle and took a sip: "Do you still want to hear my companion's story? Her world has just been invaded by the evil planeswalker group."

Elminster became a little more serious after hearing this and returned the pistol. He sat upright in the rocking chair and knocked the pipe on his knees. The corners of his mouth were pressed together due to the exertion on his face. The angle of his beard showed that he Not too happy.

"Beautiful lady, please tell me in detail. I swear by magic itself. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do my best."

He asked Ciri about the Wild Hunt invasion, and at the same time blessed himself with the two magics of Language and Tongue to gain the ability to communicate with Ciri.

The magic of prophecy is often mysterious. It is impossible to explain how people can understand a completely unfamiliar language for ten minutes and then forget it.

Xili first looked at Su Ming, and after seeing him nod, she began to tell her story from another angle, the story of her escape in the infinite world.

Elminster's expression has always been serious. If Su Ming's story is just an ordinary adventure, then Ciri's story is related to the world's problems.

A crazy planeswalker group may also be a threat to the continent of Faerûn.

Ciri didn't go into great detail, but just briefly talked about the origin and process of the incident, and finally explained that her world had repelled the invaders.

But Elminster's focus is more on the means by which the Wild Hunt travels through the world.

"Najrfa, a ship made from the nails of the dead...I think I've seen something similar, don't get me wrong, it's not nails, everyone has that one. I mean, a magic ship that, well, travels through One of the magic ships in the crystal wall system once arrived outside Deepwater City."

Su Ming's heart moved. Magic ships are indeed a means of traveling through the world, but it should be a derivative rule, not a specialty of Faerun.

Elminster was obviously lost in memories. He was recalling the winged ship he had seen outside Waterdeep when he was young.

It was a green ship surrounded by ring-shaped sails that looked like transparent insect wings.

There were people on the boat, a very ordinary mage, and some weird professionals.

Unfortunately, those people did not stay long. They just caught some fish at sea, and then the spacecraft disappeared into the sky in an instant, dragging a green magical light.

Because Elminster was standing on the edge of the cliff watching them, and they seemed not to want to deal with people in this world.

Elminster therefore delved into the knowledge of the crystal wall system for a period of time, but he finally discovered that the endless universe contained endless knowledge, and there was always an unknown world outside the crystal wall system.

Unless he transforms himself into a lich, using his limited life to pursue endless knowledge will be fruitless.

But this does not hinder his interest in magic ships. If given the opportunity, he would also like one.

Therefore, he ventured to many ruins from the Netheril era to see if there would be similar records in the annihilated Mage Empire.

After all, they invented the floating city technology. It seems that if they take one step forward, they can walk through the crystal wall.

However, judging from Elminster's years of research, this seemingly simple step is like a chasm.

The Mithron core couldn't do that, or the old mage didn't know how to do it through Faerun's magic technology.

He had no idea unless he could find a magic ship and let him go aboard and take a look.

"Master?" Xili crossed her arms with a look of helplessness on her face. It had been a long time since she finished speaking, but the old mage was still in a daze.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little girl, the old man always likes to reminisce about the past, haha." The old mage didn't blush at all. He changed the topic like a normal person: "The person next to you obviously knows about magic ships, but he probably doesn't know either. How to make it?"

Of course Su Ming knew about magic ships. He had been looking for ways to carry people or large amounts of cargo through different worlds.

He has long known how valuable his ability to travel across the world is, and he also knows that in the context of the fantasy world, both he and Ciri are called planeswalkers, or planeswalkers.

I also know that planeswalkers here actually have legendary destiny by default and are born as primary gods.

But gods? Su Ming has seen a lot.

Su Ming was 'buying land' everywhere, but he didn't plan to find anyone to play cards with. The method of planeswalkers absorbing the power of different worlds and then manifesting it can be used as a means at certain times, but it is not Su Ming's goal...

"I am indeed very interested in magic ships, but as you said, I don't know how to make magic ships. If you look at me, I look like a brainless warrior, right?"

Su Ming spread his hands and showed the mage his full body armor and the sword on the door panel behind him.

Elminster coughed, as if he was choking on tobacco. He was a real warrior, and judging by his momentum, he was a legendary warrior.

But brainless? The brainless ones among planeswalkers are already dead.

The old mage patted his chest, stopped coughing, and looked at Su Ming with admiration. His ability to tell lies with open eyes was quite similar to his youthful demeanor...

"I'm deeply sorry that the little girl's world has been invaded, but I'm afraid I can't be of much help. After all, I'm not a planeswalker."

The old mage paused, then turned to look at the blue bird outside the window. The bird had been standing on a tree not far away, and then he continued:

"But I'm not the only one in Faerûn who studies the issue of crystal walls. As far as I know, in the Forgotten Region, the drow academies are very good at studying magic, and the city lords of Shadow City may also have some different opinions. , not to mention those lichs from the Nether era."

"If I find out how to make a magic ship and the required materials, are you going to go out for a walk?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows.

Elminster thought for a while: "I like adventure. When I was young, I traveled all over the continent and visited many affiliated planes, including the abyss and purgatory. If I have the chance, I really want to go outside the crystal wall system. , I want to know what our world looks like from outside the crystal wall system."

Su Ming pinched his chin and handed the old mage a cigar: "I can answer this question for you now. It looks like a dragon's eyeball."

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Su Ming met Xili at the school gate and took her to visit the campus. Only a few days had passed since he left.

In the world of Faerun, he talked a lot with the old mage and learned some useful knowledge, such as the ecology of dragons and so on.

But the most valuable thing was that the old mage gave him a large space bag and a bunch of magic items.

Faerûnian specialties - magic scrolls and charged wands, low-level items that can be used even without the magic network.

After bringing those things back, Su Ming directly gave them to Gu Yi.

Gu Yi was very happy. She also liked unknown knowledge, but she couldn't understand the completely unfamiliar runes and magic circles, and the energy flow in them.

This is the value of research.

Watching Master Ancient One eating spicy strips while studying the tapping scroll, Su Ming felt that Marvel was about to be ruined by him.

But as long as Gu Yi doesn't plan to create a magic net for fun, then let her go.

Ciri returned to the wizarding world before and helped Su Ming experiment with saddle bags. Unfortunately, her dream of storing items across worlds proved unfeasible.

But fortunately, the space bag sent by Elminster can still be used in Marvel and DC, which made Su Ming feel that he didn't waste so much saliva.

The old mage seemed to be encouraging him to stay in Faerun and take risks, tempting him with the knowledge of magic ships, and vaguely promising to help him build a ship.

However, Su Ming didn't want to deal with the Council of Mages and a bunch of skeletons for the time being. He had to go home and farm.