Warhammer Wizard

I want to lend your brain a hand.

When Izt asked why he was looking for the city of illithids, Raistlin answered in his heart, but in front of Master Ogulevi, he wouldn't dare to say it if he gave him a hundred more courage.

Obviously, Elaentor's illithid mastermind has been occupied by Ogurevi, or rather, they have merged into one.

The mastermind is Ogulevi, and Ogulevi is the mastermind.

The Eye of the Soul can't see the state of Master Oglevi clearly, but it is easy to find out by comparison that this one is definitely stronger than the previous Lich! You know, the Lich is a forty-one spell caster, and six Holy Soul Wizards joined forces to kill it.

What is the concept of being higher than forty-one?

Raistlin couldn't even imagine it.

The fight just now was the limit of what he could do, and he just barely escaped from the palace, and Master Ogulevi obviously didn't do his best, as if he was playing with him.

Not to mention that there are still four Holy Rank spellcasters, plus Master Ogrevi, they are almost in time for half of the Supreme Council!

Even, Raistlin guessed that these were not the full strength of Master Ogulevi, and it was likely that there were more holy-level spellcasters hidden in Elaentor City.

With such a huge strength distance, there is no chance to even escape, which is really desperate.

If you can't beat them, join them.

In addition to being mentally unstable, Master Ogulevi seems to have a normal mind, and he has no hostility towards himself. It would be great if he could be friends with him!

Hug your thighs... no, it's to make friends.

To make friends, you must treat people with sincerity. Even if you don't say the purpose of going to Elaentor, Master Ogulevi can guess a little.

Raistlin's thoughts turned sharply, and he decided to tell the truth.

"Master, I want to get the demon soul of a master brain."

"Humph."

Ogulevi's psionic energy sent a shock wave in Raistlin's mind, and he seemed a little displeased, "You're very daring to lead someone to raid my palace."

Raistlin could see that the other party was not really angry, and thought that he had made the right move, but he quickly explained: "If I knew that the master was here, I would never dare to break into Elaentor, please forgive me. rash."

"What do you want the mastermind's demon soul to do? Fusion, or research?" Ogulevi stared at him and asked.

"I am also not certain."

Raistlin shook his head and replied truthfully, "I'm currently encountering an alchemy problem that I couldn't solve for many years. A few months ago, I found a book that recorded information about the city of illithids. It also mentioned some characteristics of the main brain of the illithid monster, which seems to be able to solve my problem, so I went to the dark area to find the demon soul of the main brain."

Halfway through speaking, he noticed that Ogulevi's emotions were active, and he seemed to be very interested in this topic.

"Which book did you read?" Ogrevey immediately asked.

"The Strange Memo," Raistlin replied.

"Hahaha..." Ogulevi suddenly laughed.

This was the first time he had laughed since revealing his identity, but he just laughed a few times, and the laughter stopped abruptly because of the excessive emotional fluctuations that triggered a terrifying vision.

Raistlin was taken aback and asked cautiously, "Master?"

"I wrote that book." The small frequency of the blue flame in Ogulevi's eye sockets beat.

"It turned out to be the work of a master!" Raistlin was really surprised. He remembered that the author of "Strange Memo" was called Harpworth, an unknown wizard hundreds of years ago. In addition to writing this book, There are no traces left.

"Master is Harpworth?"

"That's right, it's rare that you still know this name." Ogrevey nodded slightly, his tone not without complacency, but also with a bit of playfulness, "The book I wrote down when I was studying illithids, I used this A pseudonym, so it did not attract the attention of outsiders, and it was soon submerged in many books. I didn’t expect that after so many years, people would still see my works.”

"It's fate." Raistlin smiled, "If I hadn't read your book, I wouldn't have come to Elaine."

The soul's eye showed that Ogrevi was in a very happy mood, and the six lavender tentacles curled and loosened unconsciously, like cheerful seaweed.

"You can find Elaentor, and it's for magic research. It's a fate with me." Ogulevi regained his composure. "However, an illithid city has only one mastermind..."

Before he could finish speaking, Raistlin immediately stated: "Master, I will find another city where the illithids are."

Ogulevi glanced at him, thinking rather strange.

"You're fine."

"Much better than some."

Ogulevi expressed his opinion on Raistlin, which made Raistlin happy, and then he fell into a long silence again. The Eye of Soul saw that the color of his soul was constantly changing, and the frequency was not high. It seemed that he was reminiscing about the past. It's like he's thinking seriously.

Raistlin was puzzled. Who the "some people" were referring to, he didn't dare to ask.

It wasn't until two or three minutes later that Ogulevi's heart sounded again.

"I entered the Underdark for 500 years. From the beginning, I just did research on illithids. In the past 300 years, I have become like this. I have been secluded in Elaentor without being disturbed. I have made a lot of plans and thought a lot. "..." Ogrevie said slowly.

There was so much information in his words that Raistlin did not dare to interrupt.

Suddenly, the surrounding space changed.

Raistlin found himself teleported to a rocky bridge spanning a cliff, and a large waterfall above his head flew down, less than 100 meters away from him. Below the stone bridge is a wide lava lake. The waterfall falls into the lake, the cold and heat collide, and boundless white mist splashes from the explosion. When you are on the bridge, it is like walking on the clouds.

Ogulevi was suspended a few steps away.

He waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew the mist away, revealing a splendid sight of Elaentor.

This stone bridge connects the mountain peaks in the lava lake, and a little further up is the main brain palace on the top of the mountain.

The slaves in the city saw the two people on the bridge from a distance, all prostrate on the ground, trembling and praying in a low voice, as if they were gods.

What they fear is not themselves, but the Master Ogrevi around them.

Raistlin swept over Elaentor slowly, standing high, his all-seeing eye had a panoramic view of the entire city, and saw through the cave walls and tunnels, many hidden places, and there was nothing to hide in his eyes. , revealing the secret.

Soon, he discovered an anomaly.

There are too few illithids in Elaentor!

According to the "Strange Memorandum", the larger the city of illithids, the greater the number of illithids, up to a thousand people. Elaentor had 60,000 to 70,000 slaves, and they were both labor and food, enough to support more than 500 illithids.

However, Elaentor had fewer than one hundred illithids.

The brain pool in the palace is used to nurture the offspring of illithids, and there is not even a single tadpole-shaped hatchling in it.

All of this must have something to do with Master Ogulevi.

And those illithids turned a blind eye to Ogrevi, doing their own thing.

When he was observing secretly before, because the distance was too far and the time was urgent, Raistlin couldn't see clearly, but now he observed carefully and finally found that there were problems with these illithids.

They're all under control, completely under control!

Control is not achieved through mind control or enslavement, every illithid is willing, without the slightest will to resist, because they are all avatars of Oglev!

Raistlin couldn't help but feel astonished.

So many avatars!

No wonder his real image felt a little strange when he fought against illithids in the mines. Those illithids understood and mastered spells far beyond their rank. Each illithid is like a master spellcaster, working in harmony with each other to fully exert the power of spells.

He originally thought that this was the talent of the spirit monster, but now he realized that it was his misunderstanding.

I was fighting against Master Ogulevi.

If it weren't for the multi-core chip of the mutant mobile phone, combined with the enchanting effect of the endless storm, each mirror would have the same spellcasting skills and strength as the main body, and only relying on those high-level and legendary ghosts, he would definitely not be an opponent.

When a holy-rank illithid monster rushed to the mine, the mirror image was completely crushed.

"Did you see it?" Ogrevey said lightly.

Raistlin knew that he was referring to those illithid clones, and nodded, "Yes."

"Your eyesight is very good, and your strength is even more outstanding." Ogurevi applauded, "Especially your mirroring technique, I have never seen anyone who can master mirroring technique to a level like yours, even me , can't do it."

"Master has won the prize." Raistlin smiled modestly.

He and Ren have mastered many spells, including the wishing technique known as the King of All Laws, and the mysterious door key. However, the spell he is most proud of so far, and the spell that improves his strength the most, is undoubtedly the mirroring technique!

For others, the mirror technique is just to create a few sluggish temporary clones, the biggest role is to confuse the enemy, and then throw a few simple spell attacks.

As long as the perception is slightly stronger, or has the ability similar to true knowledge, it is easy to see through the true and false images.

But here in Ren and Raistlin, mirroring is too powerful!

This is simply a spell tailored for oneself, and the increase of the endless storm, instantly makes the strength skyrocket more than ten times.

The effect of a transcendent element is comparable to that of multiple legendary elements.

"You don't have to be humble."

Oglevi pointedly said: "I'm not as good as you in terms of mirroring skills. I really want to know, how did you do it without integrating the demon soul of the main brain?"

Raistlin looked startled.

He hesitated for a few seconds, slowly shook his head, and said, "Master, please forgive me for not being able to say, this involves my secret."

"It doesn't matter." Ogulevi looked away and said lightly: "I just saw that the magical path you took is somewhat similar to my current situation, so I tried it out of curiosity. Since you don't want me, then Not reluctantly."

"Thank you, Master." Raistlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Ogulevi said suddenly: "You are not in Wezeland."

"what?"

Raistlin didn't understand the thoughtless words for a while, but he was stunned for a while before he understood. The other party said that Ren's body was not in Wezeland.

It's true, at this moment, Ren is in the study of Glamorgan Castle!

How did he know?

Ren, who was sitting in the study, was shocked. He got up and looked around. His eyes penetrated the walls of the castle and scanned the space within a radius of several miles, but found nothing. This made him even more surprised that someone could avoid his induction and detect his position.

The will of truth has no vigilance, and the key to the door and the eye of the soul have no harvest.

From this, it can be inferred that Agulevi's clone in the empire is at least a saint-level spellcaster, and below the saint-level, it is impossible to escape his induction!

Who is the one?

On Elaento's stone bridge, Ogrevi asked, "Why don't you go to Wezeland? Aren't you afraid that I will stop you halfway, so that you won't have a chance to see Anxi?"

Raistlin sighed, "Master, I never thought of revealing your secret."

"Oh?"

Ogulevi's tentacles moved a few times and asked with great interest, "Why?"

"If you have fallen, I will report to the teacher without hesitation." Raistlin looked directly at the other party's eyes, looked at the two blue flames in the depths of his eyes, and replied firmly: "But I know that you have not Fallen, it is still the Master Ogrevi, who is admired by all the people of the Empire."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I can judge whether a person has good intentions or bad intentions towards me." Raistlin revealed part of the truth with a serious face.

"Haha..." Ogrevey suddenly laughed: "I can too. So, I trust you."

Raistlin was stunned.

Ogulevi seemed satisfied with his response, and continued: "Even if you report it to Anxi, and then pass the news to the Supreme Council, I'm actually not afraid."

This sentence reveals too much information.

There is an inner ghost of Master Ogurevi in ​​the Supreme Council!

Raistlin was horrified, and many possibilities flashed through his mind. The names of the Holy Soul Wizards appeared one after another, and finally settled on a young but pale face!

In the cave outside Elaentor, Raistlin's true mirror image looked at the black-robed human archmage.

He also had a young, pale face.

The appearance of the two gradually overlapped. Although there are many differences in facial features, their temperament, characteristics, eyes, and dressing habits are almost carved out of the same mold. The biggest difference between the two is that one is an archmage and the other is a Holy Spirit Wizard.

Raistlin didn't know the name of the young archmage in the cave~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he knew the spirit wizard.

Tuzre, Duke of the Black Robe!

Ren and Raistlin suddenly realized that many questions from the past were explained. The elder Dessad of Netherite died inexplicably in the Prison of the Justice Church. The murderer has not been traced yet. It turned out to be the black hand of the Duke of Black Robe.

There was also the siege of the Holy Soul Lich by the Supreme Council, and the Duke of Black Robe was also the most critical figure.

The Duke of Black Robe has also mastered the time stop, without him taking action to break the Lich's time backward, the ending may be completely different.

In addition, the end of time escaped under the eyes of many holy soul wizards, apparently the Duke of Black Robe was secretly operating.

It's really hidden!

Raistlin smiled bitterly, "It turns out that the Duke of Black Robe is also a clone of the Grandmaster."