Waterdeep has a total of thirteen Masked Lords, seven of whom are resident and handle daily affairs. Their masks have powerful anti-detection magic, and any attempt to find out their true identity is futile.

But there are no absolutes in the world, and the fact that mortal spells cannot work does not mean that the gods are powerless about it. If a pastor prays to God to find out the secret, he may get the answer at a sufficient cost. There have been assassinations of masked lords in the past, and the killers sent by the Lord of Shadows have proven their power above the mage's wisdom. After that, the Masked Lords added protective spells and instant escape spells to their masks in order to deal with assassinations.

Clever people will find that the knowledge of magical item making is not enough for such a task, and all the mask making and improvement is undertaken by the Mage Federation. Therefore, there is a saying in the market that the identity of the masked lords is not only clear to themselves, but also to the Mage Federation. The Federation has never acknowledged this, but members of the Mage Guild know that there is indeed a three-person team responsible for the ongoing maintenance and improvement of the mask's effects, and the leader of this three-person team is the Doctor Faranis.

After Bo's death, who will be in charge of this group? Siegel didn't know what to do, and now he thought that perhaps Casper, the archmage of the Knox Society, would be the most likely to take over the matter. Who else could be more authoritative when it comes to thought control and counter-control?

Siegel hopes that this is not the way things go, and that Alexander the Lion King will retain the last of his vigilance and sanity and will not hand over the group to Casper. If Casper had mastered the manufacture of masks. He will soon be able to take control of the Masked Council in his hands. Make Waterdeep his puppet. Siegel remembered it. When you return to Myr, be sure to ask the half-elf mage Edith about what kind of relationship Heim Territory and Waterdeep should have.

After leaving Dennis, the two headed northwest, turning west after entering the grassland. They entered a desolate and empty wilderness, where the road was difficult to navigate, and there were no other creatures except snakes and scorpions lurking in the saline ground for half a day. The main reason for all this is a "poisonous river" flowing down from the city wall mountain range, carrying huge amounts of salinity, minerals and toxins. Cut an ugly scar on the grassland. The soil on both sides of the river is polluted and nothing grows. Therefore, there are no animals living nearby, let alone human beings.

The water of the Poison River is always a mixture of green and yellow-brown and exudes a disgusting taste. Sometimes the substances in the river water produce alchemical reactions, rising dangerous poisonous smoke, sometimes red, sometimes blue.

The banks of the river are lined with white saline soil, and there is no normal soil in sight. Sometimes the river overflows, crossing the original embankment, leaving a large amount of poison on the bank, creating a large area of grass. When the horse's hooves stepped on it. The ground will make a creaking and breaking sound, giving the painful feeling of biting on a pebble while eating.

Two men rode on horseback to advance on this terrain. It's a lot faster than on the prairie. The ground in the saline area is flat, and there is no grass that can hook the horse's legs, and there is no place for wild beasts to ambush as far as the eye can see. They trekked through this terrain all day, and at night, Siegel took water out of the pouch and shared it with his mount. He would have the Earth Elemental Guards keep vigil at night and wrap the horse's mouth in a cloth before going to bed. If these mounts accidentally ingest poisonous ores, they may soon lose their lives.

They walked west for four days, and the walled mountains came into view again, but not a single tribe of Siegel could see them. So they turned north again and came to a river where they could drink their horses. At this point, Siegel felt overwhelmed: this was supposed to be the settlement of the Jackdaw tribe, but now not to mention the tent, there is not even a trace of human and horse footprints.

"Master Leah, where do you think they're going?" Siegel asked, "A tribe of thousands of people, can't just disappear into thin air on the grassland?"

The elf jumped off his horse and walked with a light step to the river. She took a handful of river water, sipped it gently, and then sniffed the air carefully. "They're still upstream, and they're still a long way from here. ”

"Shouldn't it?" Siegel pinched his chin and said suspiciously, "There is nothing further upstream, it should be a wilderness similar to the poisonous river." What are they going to do there?"

"Are you sure?" said Elf Lea, "there is not the slightest smell of salt in the river here, but I have tasted the vigor of life." Where did you find out about the situation upstream?"

"Mr. William, a traveling mage and collector, who has described the terrain of the entire grassland. ”

Leah chuckled, "The one who prefers to see the world with spells rather than with his legs? He can even make mistakes in the map of our elven forest, and you still count on the grassland topographic map? Other races, including you humans, don't have the patience needed to draw a proper map. ”

With that, she returned to her horse and walked away. Siegel followed closely behind, with two spare mounts on a leash.

The valley is getting narrower and the current is getting sharper, and the sides are beginning to rise from the river like ditches. Siegel and Leah rode above the ditch. They looked far away, and finally saw a faint pillar of smoke in the direction of the west, and were finally able to determine that it was indeed inhabited.

The two men left the river and rode straight in the direction of the rising pillar of smoke, riding into the endless plain. The first snow had fallen here, and most of the grass on the ground was hidden, except for the horse's hooves that turned out the blades of grass and the dirt. Elf Leah's eyes narrowed, and he saw a rapidly moving shadow on the horizon. The shadow was upwind, so the elves pricked up their ears and listened carefully to the sound of the wind.

After a while she could tell that the shadow was a multitude of cavalry. The sound of their horses' hooves was quick and powerful, and the spears in their hands reflected a pinpoint-like glow in the sunlight. If there were ravens here, Siegel would be able to see farther and more clearly than the elves. But if you only rely on the mortal eye of the naked eye, the racial superiority of the elves is undoubtedly revealed.

"The cavalry," Leah said, "they move fast, mostly in our direction. ”

"I don't know if it's friend or foe. "I think we should be careful," Siegel said. ”

The elf nodded, slowing his horse. If this encounter is unavoidable, it is not wrong to give the mount some more stamina.

Siegel began to chant incantations, his wand marking the air with esoteric marks. He was ready to cast group invisibility to envelop the two of them. The energy of the magic was gathered to the tip of the wand, and the pattern of the spell was successfully completed. But just as the spell was about to take effect, all magic fluctuations were gone.

This is the first time I've encountered this strange phenomenon, but I don't want to make any mistakes in casting spells. Siegel pondered the spell and then pondered his process of condensing the power of his magic, 'Nothing seems wrong!' and he cast the spell again, more cautiously. But the spell still collapsed the moment it took effect.

The cavalry was getting closer, and the elves were able to count their numbers. "There were twenty horsemen in all, and they had studded leather armor and good spears. The leader was fat and large, and looked extremely strong. ”

"Do they have any flags?"

"Nope. The elf replied, "If so, I'll tell you." ”

Siegel once again wields magic and is his most skilled at summoning the fire elemental. He was pretty sure there was nothing wrong with his summoning spells, but he just couldn't keep the magical energy alive.

The flames that disappeared in the air caught the elf's attention, and she looked at Siegel curiously, "What happened?"

"I can't use magic anymore. Siegel replied with a frown, "The Invisible Orb and the summoning elemental creatures have failed, and this place is quirky. ”

Hearing this, the elf stroked the leaf pin on his chest with his fingers, and gently chanted a mantra, calling on the power of the moon god. As a Ranger, Leah gained certain magical abilities by praying to the moon god. She activated a spell from the moon god and tried to condense fruit in her hands that could heal wounds, but the spell failed.

"I can't use spells either. Leah said.

Siegel ordered the dice to turn on the vision, and everything was fine. He looked around with these strengthened eyes, but he didn't notice a single fluctuation in magic. Then he used the spell again, and could see that with his spell, the power of the magic coalesced to form the correct spell structure, and then reverted to nothingness the moment it was released.

Siegel suddenly had an idea, he first checked the space bag, and found that the magic items were still functional. Then he changed the type of spell and tried to use the one that only worked on himself. The magic shield disappeared when it floated from the surface, but the power-enhancing Brute Bull Technique remained, and it still worked normally.

"Is this a magical suppression area?" Siegel thought for a moment, having never seen anything like it in a book. This is not the same as the anti-magic area, which is currently at least able to condense magical energy, but it cannot be maintained outside of the body. He thought about it and experimented with the dwarven runes again. The result was the same: the rune lit up for a split second, then vanished.

No wonder Archmage William's map is wrong. He uses spells to aid in the creation of maps, and encountering this magical suppression area will naturally cause errors. This large "wasteland with nothing" is actually an area that cannot be penetrated by prophecy magic, so it has formed a barren and erroneous result.

While he was thinking this, the group of horsemen was very close, the hooves of the horses made a sound like dense raindrops, and a trumpet sounded in the mouth of the fat knight in the lead, and they fanned around them. (To be continued......)

PS: It's two hundred chapters! Come on, come on!!