The wind was raging, and the turbulent air currents were like whips, whipping everything around them.

When a big tree by the harbor with two palms together was whipped into two pieces by a 'wind whip', Chen Ang stood beside it, and the branches wrapped in the wind were like powerful arrows, enough to penetrate two layers of chain mail. In such weather, going out has become a very dangerous thing. Waterdeep was as empty as a ghost.

For the citizens here, the safe underground world is being rebuilt by unknown forces, and they dare not risk their lives to test it in a short time. And the earthly world is ravaged by strong winds, and the believers of the god of natural disasters also have the wind element subordinate to him, strange monsters, supporting the strong wind to attack everywhere, spreading fear.

Everything seems to be very calm, but there are some things that Chen Ang needs, but in this kind of turmoil, fermenting!

"Since that night, everything has gone so wrong, and I can feel an undercurrent surging around me, some young kids, who had a great future, but now they have something else in their eyes! Ambition and desire} hope ......"

Standing in the place where Pierguelen once was, Kelburn. The Black Rod looked at the raging wind elemental in the sky, and was talking to the Great Sage who had come from afar, to Ilminster, who was also the Chosen Elect of Mystra, the goddess of magic. Ilminster shook his head and said, "The ambition of children is not a bad thing, old friend you know, who doesn't have a young age?" Who hasn't made mistakes when they're young? Ambition is the pride of young people......"

"But some mistakes are irreparable, and young people are more susceptible to temptation,! Once they make mistakes, they will go further and further down the wrong path, and we should guide them right, not sit back and watch them fall into darkness......" he was silent for a moment. Sigh: "There are already three children who have broken their oath and committed the great mistake of murder. ”

"Old friend, we can't do it! The path of good is too tortuous, but the temptation of evil is at hand. Ilminster took a deep breath and sighed: "Impatience is a mistake that every young person makes, and you can't make them like us." Insist on kindness and love, equality and understanding. They can't see suffering as pearls, torture as wealth, and they don't recognize what really matters to them! ”

"They naively believe in justice and seek it from the outside world, but we all know that justice is in our hearts, but it does not exist with Feron. From Baldur's Gate to Waterdeep, from Amm to Icewind Dale. Fairness and justice never exist! But faith and adherence to justice are the most precious ......"

"Do you still recognize the black-robed man?" Kelburn asked, wide-eyed.

"I felt that shivering coldness from three months ago, when I thought it was a hallucination, until a few days ago, when I heard the abyss trembling and the gods crying, when the tide of primordial magic echoed in my ears, and I heard the hymn of the source of evil. Until the end, the whole world echoed that one name......"

His eyes wandered for a moment. Yi muttered, "That unspeakable name!" ”

"Allow me to call him by the name of the one on the Black Rod Tower—Mirkor!" Ilminster laughed as he looked at the weakened Kelburn, tormented by the shadow of fear. Blackrod, winking at him, "That's right, Mirkor!" Have you forgotten old friend? It is here that you let death practice itself. The god of the dead. Became a lonely ghost......"

Ilminster laughed as he spoke, and Kelburn was stunned, and laughed too, as if they had returned to the time of the Sage Holocaust, that thrilling adventure. At that time, they were with Midnight and Kranvo to send the god of death, Mirkor, to heaven in Waterdeep. It was the adventure that made them famous!

"Haha! I've almost forgotten that old friend...... Celt swept away the gloom and fear of his past, the memories of his youth made him refreshed and flushed, and together they sang the bard's praise of that great history, the epic of Midnight the Goddess of Magic and Walker Ranvo, the god of death.

Walk with God!

The pleasant singing allowed Celt to get rid of the shadow that had always hung over him: "Old friend! After contacting you, I took the initiative to peek at that name. ”

Ilminster shook his head solemnly: "Recklessness is not a good habit for mages, old friend! You should not try to spy on this evil and powerful being, whose name is the Lord of Darkness, whose name is the Lord of Evil, and who peeps into Him will be cursed! Prudence is the most important thing we insist on protecting ourselves. ”

"Yes, Darth. Mirkor! I shouldn't have tried to spy on Him! ”

Celt said, as if there was still a hint of guilt, "Darth, it's the dark side of the universe. I had never looked directly at such pure darkness, the rich pure black, that my silver fire was dying. I tried to peek into the deeper side of the name, but I felt a lot of evil and powerful souls......"

"They represent the name, staining it with majesty with blood and might. Many of them are extremely evil, and their wisdom and strength make me feel small and ridiculous, and when I touch the deeper darkness they represent, Ilminster, my soul is tormented by it......"

"The crazy thoughts in my head kept me awake at night, and I was chaotic and indescribable during that time. I was convinced that I had fallen into an abyss deeper than the abyss, a man named Darth. Celtic's monster is inside my body. What pained me the most was that I had so much contempt for the gods, and they were despicable and ignorant......"

"I think I've touched the great presence of this universe, and the world tells me that His name is the Force!" Celt curled up, looking old and tired, "I have my soul to fight against its calling, and every day I wake up with a wound in my soul. ”

"It's all over, Celtic!" Ilminster embraced him, his voice hoarse but warm in his words, and he comforted his poor old friend: "The goddess still favors you, and protects you in her glory." ”

"But I'm afraid, old friend!" Celt muttered, "The Force is like my mother...... and he buried his head in his arm, not wanting to hear Ilminster's explanation: "I'm hesitating, if the gods are shallow, where will my soul be converted?" On my craziest days, the gods make me gag! ”

Ilminster could feel the torment and unease, because truth was sometimes more terrible than blasphemy. The reason why it is difficult for the mage to devoke the gods is because of a truth-seeking heart, for the gods to reveal their truth is more sinful than blasphemy, because the former makes them angry and the latter makes them fearful.

That's a master of playing with human nature. The old mage took a few puffs of tobacco to warm himself up to dispel the lingering chill, and the black-robed man, or Mirkor, always grasped the most vulnerable parts of human nature. He knows that lies and deception can only last for a while, but truth can change a person forever.

It is more terrible to let a man know the truth that he should not know than to deceive him, and Ilminster knows how that truth can destroy a person. It's like the guards of the city, who are at the mercy, ruled, and used, know the truth about the nobility and the council. They must understand their situation and the deception they have received.

The truth is that they have no future, or most of them have no future, served, survived danger and war, and finally retired as a breadwinner of a moderately wealthy family. Support a warm little home. Young people can't accept that there is no future, and they don't understand the value of plainness and warmth.

Ilminster was willing to trade everything he had for it. But he also knew that the young people were relentless about it, they were chasing power, wealth, prestige and honor, and they were eager to become superior men. And the truth is, it can't be!

Among the merchants, the nobility, the guilds and councils, those who were already standing there could not have given way for them.

That's the truth they shouldn't know. It will inevitably stir up undeserved ambitions, and then anger at injustice, repression, and framing, and eventually this anger for fairness and justice will burn everything out.

The wise young men, the children who have been indoctrinated with intrigue and power by Mirkor, will surely chase their dreams and ambitions with this weapon given by evil. Ilminster lamented that there would be no winner in this Game of Thrones, and that the hypocritical justice exposed by Mirko would eventually destroy these children.

Together with Waterdeep.

Ilminster clenched the bronze ring in his palm, a little frightened, and it was this fear that allowed him to keep his guard on the ring.

"How did you finally get rid of these crazy illusions?" Ilminster looked back at Celtic who had fallen silent. Black Stick.

Celt raised his head, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Ring!" ”

"What did you say?" Ilminster walked up to him a few briskly steps and asked with a little seriousness.

"It's a ring! Nineteen rings! Celtic opened his mouth and sang: "The elves of the world cast three rings, the underground dwarves have seven rings, the mortals of Shouding hold nine rings, the demon realm of Mordor is shadowy, and the dark king sits on the supreme ring." ”

"You're wrong, Black Rod, you're very wrong!" Ilminster warned: "Give it to me!" ”

"It's not my ......," Celt shook his head.

"Give it to me!" Ilminster scolded: "In the name of the goddess, give me the ring!" ”

"I can't do it!" Celt also responded angrily, he quickly realized his gaffe, was silent for a moment, and whispered to Ilminster: "I feel its control over me, but I can't do without it, I need it to protect me, against Darth. Celtic. That ring has magical powers......"

"So that night, the night I told you about the Waterdeep crisis, when I was briefly awake, I discarded it and threw it into the deep sea, just downstream of the harbor, and let the winds and waves swallow it."

"I hope you're telling the truth!" Ilminster said solemnly: "But you have to tell me, what is it that made you come to me with great fear today?" Is it Darth? ”

"No, it's an eye!"

"Above the tower, it has fiery rolling eyes, and its red iris like magma condensed, like a chasm in the blood-red flames, leading to the deepest darkness. The eyeballs are like flowing flames, and the iris is more like fine bloodshots, and in the middle is the darkest and most evil soul! That's the eye! (To be continued......)