The Red Mage

The remains of Kelburn's black rod stolen?

It is indeed shocking news, and the reason for such weight is enough to delay the opening of this hellish seminar.

The successor of the black wand tapped the ground with the cane in his hand, and Penny focused his attention and found that there were no special traces on the staff, and the gem on the head of the staff did not match the description of the black wand, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

This staff doesn't seem to be the treasure of Archmage Kelburn that all the people of Faeron admire.

At this moment, Penny felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him at the same time, and quickly moved away, he turned his gaze in that direction, only to see a wild-looking middle-aged man.

With eagle-like eyes, the fù man resembled a skilled hunter, his alert and perceptive gaze swept over everyone present.

Her muscles are also very strong, but she is wearing a magic robe, which looks quite unusual.

But Pennifen didn't dare to underestimate her, because the aura of this fù man was actually somewhat similar to the storm queen he had seen in Serre......

Of course, this was the idea that Penny had after noticing her cane.

Because the staff in the hand of this strong female mage seems to be more like the legendary black staff, unpretentious, without gemstone inlays, and a black piece of wood.

Penny looked at the fù man, then at Tirasbel on the stand, and began to speculate about the relationship between the two men and the black rod.

"So, I'm sorry to inform everyone that until the teacher's body is recovered, we need to close Murasbel in Waterdeep.

This sentence caused an uproar, as once a super-large enchantment such as the mí lock was activated, all the arcane powers in it would be controlled, in this case, it was obvious that the mí lock was opened to prevent teleportation arcane.

Or will the movements of these mages be restricted until the body of the Black Rod of Kelburn is found?

This is, of course, an act of disrespect.

Penny frowned.

In the midst of the agitation of the Society, which had no intention of restricting you, Tirasbell raised her voice and lowered her voice slightly: "However, in this case, we are not allowed to open the lock indefinitely, so if any of you want to leave the deep waters, we will arrange for a portal here to take you out." ”

"Ah, thank you so much, Lord Bell, let's go now!" As soon as he finished speaking, many wizards shouted.

The theft of the body of Kelburn's Black Rod was undoubtedly a big deal, and many wizards with good noses had already smelled the smell of insecurity, most of them from small wizarding organizations, and they didn't seem to want to get involved in such incidents.

As if to have expected such a strong appeal, Tirasbell simply snorted his nose, when Penny noticed that he and the seated witch were greeting each other, and led the wizards to a back hall.

In the middle of the hall was a portal, and Penny noticed that the sturdy witch with a black staff was standing next to the portal, examining the wizarding groups as they passed through the portal.

"Mr. Diesel, I don't know what you have in mind?" Elder Milìa walked nearby, frowning slightly, "If something like this happens, I'm afraid it will be difficult for this discussion to continue, so I suggest returning to the Dragon Coast immediately." ”

"I don't think there's a rush yet," Penny shook his head, he didn't want to leave the place yet.

Because all the clues about the relics of Imasca point directly to the black robe of Helast, and all the traces of this archmage are left in the "bottom of the mountain, inside the palace" next to Waterdeep, if it is confirmed that it is difficult to find something more valuable on the surface, then Penny will have to go there to take a look.

So he was not in a hurry to leave the deep water, he looked at Elder Milìa's gaze and nodded, "Elder, you can return to the Dragon Coast first. ”

"You're going to stay here?" Elder Milìya frowned in disbelief.

"Yes, it's a lot of fun. Penny replied with a smile.

Milìa shook her head, as if sensing that the young junior was a little unreasonable, but the cautious distance between the wizards prevented her from delving further, and she turned her head and walked towards the portal, when a figure passed by her, and Penny caught the shadow behind her, her eyes trembling, and her attention immediately became highly focused. ,

He saw the shadow he had seen in the basement before he woke up.

That is, the woman who carried Hua Gu's corpse.

Now she is wearing a dark blue robe, wearing a veil that is neither thick nor thin that just covers half of her face, and her delicate waist twists very tactfully and enchantingly, like a slender wicker.

However, it was not this that attracted Penny's attention, but the swaying of the thin waist, bringing out a feeling of non-realism, a bit like illusion, but it was difficult to detect the smell of arcane.

The mage stared carefully at the woman's back, admiring the courage of the bold corpse snatcher.

She was ready to pass through the portal like this generously under the noses of the wizards of the Deep Water Society.

The mage narrowed his eyes, but secretly threw a small object and stuck it to the woman's clothes.

This thing is a special arcane sigil hidden inside a fragment of a miniature gemstone, which is much more difficult to clean than a normal arcane sigil, and is suitable for tracking.

Penny found this technique in the ancient Imasca texts, and this is just one of many other useful and handy techniques.

"Wait, ma'am, where are you from?!" the corpse thief stood up for the portal. The sturdy witch guarding the portal suddenly asked.

Her voice was not rough, it was very affinity, and her eyebrows were slightly upturned, looking a little sleepy.

"Me?" replied in a voice with a hint of magnetic flickering: "I'm Beliameil from Am, oh, my mentor, Lord Safindo, can't attend this meeting due to some changes, so I'm here to replace him." ”

"Beliameil?" the sturdy witch raised her eyebrows, and the sleepiness in her voice seemed to deepen, "How did I not know that Mr. Safindo would guide a disciple into the path of psionic energy?" ”

Psionics?

Penny frowned, finally knowing the nature of the illusory power of the corpse thief.

At the same time, he was even more curious about the Sturdy Witch.

Because she was able to see through the power of this corpse thief at a glance, although arcane and psionic energy have an essential difference, it is not easy to distinguish between the two supernatural powers by their appearance.

Hearing the conversation between the two witches, all the mages whispered.

It's strange enough for a wizard to include a psionic strike as a disciple.

You must know that although they look very similar, the essence of these two forces is incompatible.

And this lady Mayer obviously has a different explanation: "Our power comes from the multiverse, and the so-called distinction between arcane and psionic energy is just a different angle of interpretation." She raised a hand: "I went down this path only because I fit it, or rather, it suits me." "Oh, that sounds reasonable," the witch's eyes narrowed, "and can you give me an explanation why she told me that Lord Safindo was dead when I was praying to the goddess just now?"

As soon as her words fell, all the wizards present were in an uproar and realized something, and they all made way of a large space in the center of the portal.

Penny stepped back to the door of the hall without moving.

"I admire your guts, grave robber, but unfortunately at such a close distance, the smell of the teacher's body cannot hide from my senses. The witch shouted loudly, and countless black-robed Waterdeep Association wizards had densely surrounded the corpse thief in the center, a psyker named Beliameil.

This is where the best spellcasters in the surrounding areas of Waterdeep City are concentrated, and the situation is certainly not optimistic when they are besieged by such a group of mages.

However, the bold corpse thief showed no signs of panic, and her tone was still so ethereal: "Oh? Sure enough, it is said that when Kelburn died, he passed on a part of his memory and the real black rod to one of his best disciples, and it turned out that His Excellency was "Moonstar, Lady Tsalachadran, who has long admired the great name." ”

She stared at the cane in Tsala Chadland's hand.

This remark caused a stir again, and most wizards looked at the sturdy witch by the portal in amazement.

The Kelburn Black Rod has made countless achievements in the Silver Moon Alliance, and the world is familiar with the fact that the archmage founded the Harpist Alliance, but few people know that because of his too incomprehensible way of acting, the Calburn Black Rod was ostracized by the organization along with some members of the Harpist Scout, and this part of the members became the "Moon Star" who is now active in the Sword Bay area. ,

Since Blackrod's death, his wife, Leila Silverhand, has gradually become less frequent, and it is said that the person in charge of the organization is now the favorite disciple of Kelburn Blackrod and Leila Silverhand, and the best heir to Blackstaff.

Is it the crude fù man in front of him who looks more like a hunter wearing a robe?

"Are there many heirs of the Black Staff?" Penny was a little confused, and the tree asked Elder Milia with a solemn face.

"Of course, the Black Rod has many identities, and the heirs of his various identities are quite a huge team. Milìa nodded, and then pointed at the woman: "But this woman is the most powerful of them all, and it is said that she has inherited part of the Black Staff's ideas, and in a way, she is a part of the Black Staff, so she has very high arcane skills." ”

Penny nodded abruptly, suddenly feeling a little strange.

This witch is in a way the doppelganger of a powerful male xìng archmage.

But what caught his attention even more was the corpse thief named Beliameil, and his intuition told him that there was something about this woman that interested him.

"You're so kind. Hearing the female thief's compliment, Tsala Chadran shook his head, his expression still very serious: "I can advise you as a party here, leave the body of the Mentor, and put down the other things you have taken, and the lords here will give you a relatively fair trial, you know, tomb robbery is not a capital crime, if you surrender, the conviction will be lighter." "Yo, that's magnanimous. Beria chuckled, and she shook her head, "But this cheap tolerance sounds a little ridiculous, Ms. Chadland. ”

So there are always people in this world who would rather face harsh punishment than accept this seemingly cheap tolerance. Tsara Chadran raised his cane: "Catch her!"

A large expanse of magic slammed down on Beriameil's thin body, like a heap of leaves falling into a pool, and the space around the woman rippled like water, and all the spells vanished like pebbles sinking into the pond, and the woman's body disappeared into the area.

This strange stealth technique stunned all the wizards present, she didn't chant incantations, she didn't make any complicated movements, it was as if she had vanished into thin air in a twist of air.

It is difficult for ordinary arcanists to cast spells so elegantly, and the eyes of the masters are in the air in a daze, but there is no trace of Beliameil.

Penny frowned, but he didn't think that this psyker would escape so easily, because it was not easy to escape under the siege of so many wizards, not to mention a large city like Waterdeep City, where the Silvermoon Alliance's complex locks determined that everything was under the control of these leaders.

"1 little trick. Chadran raised his staff and tapped it lightly in the air, and the high dome above the hall immediately showed complex and clean magical patterns, and powerful brilliance spilled from the ceiling, penetrating every piece of air in the hall, and a phantom appeared next to the railing of the cloister on the second floor under this omnipresent light, Chadran let out a beastly roar, as if out of thin air he took out a huge javelin and threw it at the shadow.

Bang!

The wizards below scattered and fled, dodging the stones and wood chips that fell from above.

Penny was also dumbfounded by the brute force displayed by the heir of the black wand.

"It is said that before she studied the arcane, she was a very good ranger, so she was good at hand-to-hand combat and the use of weapons. Elder Milìya explained quietly.

This lets Penny know that the muscles on Tsala Chadran are not the decorations made by Offa,

However, immediately the battle situation attracted all his attention, this javelin undoubtedly made the invisible psyker take on the original form of Bi Lù, and the clearly visible anger in the blue eyes on her veil immediately evolved into a pure blue sè phantom, the phantom spread to the body and the surrounding space, and suddenly the entire area became unreal, Tsala Chadran did not give her opponent a chance to breathe further, and with a finger of the cane, a huge palm appeared on the side of Beliameil, and he was about to squeeze her into the palm of his hand。

The name of this spell is called Bigbi's grappling palm, which comes from the famous archmage Bigbi, who created a series of magic that uses energy to condense into a giant hand to ravage enemies, and has been carried forward by battle mages in various planes of the multiverse, and its name is immortalized, but this large hand that can pinch an adult dragon is like a bubble when it grips Beriameil's body, it is like a bubble that is erased by a gradually spreading bō pattern, and a red sè ray is released from Belial's hand, and Penny's eyelids are dazed. ,

He'd seen the spell, or rather, something like that.

Dissociation.

Penny knew that psionic energy could cause many similar effects to the arcane, and this was probably one of them, and he saw the red light hit the high dome, and suddenly the sound of cracking continued to burst out from the ceiling, and some of the guild wizards below ran to the corner of the hall in amazement, and within seconds of them withdrawing, a large number of stones fell to the ground on the ceiling, splattering astonishing dust, and interrupting the spell that Tsala Chadran was channeling, she had to take a few steps back and dodge a stone pillar that fell from the sky, and when she looked up again, she saw the blue sè figure floating below the dome that had broken a large hole, condescendingly looked at all the people below: "Oh, it's a pity, whether it's a high-priced punishment or a cheap tolerance, it's all given by someone, but I'm used to finding my own way, so now, I'm going to say a word" She waved her hand lightly: "Goodbye~"

"It's not that easy!" Chadland's face contorted, and the mí lock over the city began to operate, and a dense arcane light shrouded the shadows in the sky, as if forming a large, solid prison.

"Imprison her!" Chadran commanded all his wizards, and the sound of a more neat spell wafted through the hall.

The light around the cage grew denser and denser, and gradually seemed to become an impenetrable ball of light.

It seemed that the victory was in hand, but Chadran and all the wizards present did not let up in the slightest.

The surprise that this female corpse thief gave them just now was really not small.

The power of this psyker is strange and dangerous, and it doesn't seem to be so easy to subdue.

A crisp sneer entered everyone's ears, and a small black sè locket fell from the ball of light, and Tessalachadran was stunned, obviously not expecting something to fall out of the imprisoned arcane brilliance, and when more light came into contact with the locket, it melted like ice and snow in boiling water, which told Tessala's unusual little box, and not long after this small box appeared, someone had already recognized this thing.

"Mi Lì Ya, let's hide. Penny, Sean took Mi Lì a hal with a solemn face, turned and ran out of the hall through the door at a great speed.

"Master Diesel, why are you in such a hurry?,... It wasn't until he ran out of more than 100 yards that Mi Lìya reacted and asked curiously.

"That's a fried flower. Penny looked back down the hall.

He hadn't only seen that little box, he had used it himself.

In the ruins of Imasca where Dilpur was hiding, the scholar from the ancient imperial era gave him such a box to destroy the ancient mausoleum.

Now, the scene is back in front of Penny's eyes.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, and Elder Miria watched in amazement as a huge black sphere burst through the walls of the hall and spread not far in front of him, then vanished, leaving only a meteorite to crash through the crater.

Cold sweat suddenly trickled down her forehead.

Penny's eyes kept rolling, and his gaze flickered. ！。