Conley Moder did not expect the blow to come so quickly that before he could make any countermeasures, the nest in the lower level of the secluded neighborhood was broken by a powerful fist.

It's a small tavern in Ivanthor City, and the underground casino is always noisy, so few people notice that the sewers lead to a large cult's nest.

The screams of the outer guards kept coming, and a particularly terrible roar came from afar through the long corridor, and Conley Moder shook his palm, and he saw that the dragon lich enshrined in the underground hall, Dislomeister, was reduced to pieces by a silver-haired woman who reached out several times, and he saw the eyes that changed their faces, and he immediately knew that he was in big trouble.

Because there are not many women in the whole of Feron who have such characteristics.

"It's that Waterdeep bitch!" Conley Moder immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and in all fairness, if he had been well prepared, there was still a chance that Xìng and Leila Silverhand would have walked for a few rounds, but when he saw the ranger team beside Lady Silverhand and the battle wizard from Waterdeep, he completely lost hope of fighting.

The stronghold was finished, and he clenched his fists, knowing where his mistakes were.

The Dragon Witch Sect's style of acting has always been very secretive, and high-level core personnel rarely make moves, but this time the action is too big, and it is natural to hide in a violent place.

He had long thought of abandoning his stronghold, but considering the follow-up attack plan - if Pan Diesel was solved, then of course there would be no need to hide east and west, the Dragon Coast has always been chaotic, and when a new bustle appears, how many people will keep an eye on how many terrorists?

But he didn't expect Pandisel to mingle with the voters of Mystra.

This made him even more incredible: Could it be that the intelligence gathering was wrong?

According to the information he obtained through some secret informants, Pan Diesel was a spy sent by Searle to build forces in Simon.

Of course, this message is not the same as 'Pan Diesel and the red-robed mage are outright enemies, although it goes to the other extreme, but there is also a certain truth about it... And it's even more informative - except for a few people who understand in Simon, few people will think in this direction, and you can also see the intention of the Dragon Witch Cult in gathering intelligence.

But the enemy had found the door, and the little time he had left was enough to consider whether to flee or stay and fight to the death.

It's not a difficult choice.

He decisively unleashed the teleportation technique... And secretly swore that he would take revenge.

The Dragonwitch Cult's hidden stronghold on the Dragon's Coast is not the only one in Ivanthor.

However, after his teleportation light flashed, he did not teleport to the expected location, as if he was subjected to a magical pull in the astral boundary, and the effect of the teleportation technique did not last far away, and he broke away from the teleportation channel of the astral plane, and fell vertically from the sky in the clouds, and fell into a stinky ditch.

Conley Morder struggled to lift his upper body from a puddle of stinking water... But he saw a pair of unpredictable eyes condescendingly and forced: "Oh, Lord Bishop Modell, this is really a blessing. ”

Leila Silver said in a playful sign language, and Conley Morder immediately turned to ashes.

The information of the annihilation of the Dragon Witch Cult base on the Dragon Coast soon spread to all the major cities of the Dragon Coast, and in addition to being shocked by the operational power of Simon City, the speculation about the identity of Pan Diesel changed a lot.

After the change of ownership of Simon City, almost all the well-wishers of the Dragon Coast launched an investigation into Pan Diesel, and after a detailed investigation, Pan Diesel's identity was still hidden in a thick fog.

Say he's Sesk's wandering wizard... But there is not enough evidence to prove this, and the wizard's self-proclaimed claim is also sleepy.

As for the 'former red-robed mage' who spread the most hottest and the highest truth, said... Because of the contradictions with reality, several contradictory branch statements have been born.

Because of the magic shown by Pan Diesel, the relationship with the Simon Concession, the strange form after the war, and many rumors, this kind of speculation is even more confusing, and with the emergence of the Mistra electorate, more divergent people have turned their attention from the east to the west.

Some people have begun to suspect that Pan Diesel may be a harpist from the Northlands, or a new favorite of Mistra... As soon as this statement appeared, it immediately caused a lively discussion, because compared to the 'wandering former red-robed wizard, this identity is much more dazzling, and it is more in line with the common people's fantasy of heroic figures. ...,

In the ears of the person concerned, this piece of information made them feel even more sleepy... Bishop Qajar thought that perhaps Pan Diesel had agreed with Mystra on some point, and he was pleased with the idea that, in the eyes of the emissaries of the camp of the good gods, the confluence of the mage and Mystra was equivalent to 'conversion', and certainly deserved much recognition.

Of course, this also made Pan Diesel's enemies even more painful, a Pan Diesel with the Staff of the Seven Spells was difficult enough to deal with, and with a group of murderous Mistra voters, it was simply impossible to lose hostile hope at the first thought.

As a new voter, she was very young, and she knew very well that with her own strength, she was no match for the legendary voters who had been in Faeron for hundreds of years, and she never dreamed that Pan Diesel would actually recruit the voters of Mystra because of the attack of the Dragon Witch Cult.

She didn't expect Mystra's people to slip through on her, knowing that the whereabouts of Kylburn's body were still on her, so on the day the news broke, she wisely closed the yīnhún magic shop in the market area.

It was no longer safe inside the West Gate, and she decided to step up her actions for another mission she was going to make, so she quickly left the city of Yīnhún.

"This bitch ran away. Seeing Yīnhún's convoy move away from the town from the underground alley, the two yellow-robed men standing at the intersection turned back to the underground alley at the west gate, their expressions were very cold: "I didn't expect the voters of Mystra to scare her like this." ”

"The miscalculation was that the wizard had actually attracted the elect, Hosis, and the dragon witch cult madmen had not caused him the slightest trouble. The yellow-robed man sighed.

"A bunch of useless guys. Hosis's face contorted, his fists clenched tightly, but he immediately released it again: "Well, that wizard is not easy to deal with, Da Méng, we can't be discouraged." ”

"Honestly... Hossy, we might as well tell the Prophet the news, at least he .................."

"How is he?" Hawsis interrupted impatiently, "I've already seen the inheritance of my ancestors once. ”

"But we're having a hard time finding a way to deal with that wizard. Daméng spread his hands: "Hosis, do you have any other good ideas?"

The question silenced his companion, his fists clenched.

“............ There's always a way. After a moment, Hosis exhaled violently, his fist released, and when he clenched it again very quickly, his toes touched something.

This made him secretly surprised, and when he looked down, he saw a white-haired old man wrapped in a tattered cloth robe leaning against the sewer wall and sleeping there, with a filthy cigarette in his mouth Horseys and Daméng jumped at the same time, as if the boiling emotions made them not notice that there were people sleeping in this remote sewer.

And the pipe that was still smoking showed that the old man had just fallen asleep for not long, and with a kick from Hossy, the old man smacked the cigarette holder and stretched, as if he might wake up at any moment.

The two evil immigrants of the empire tacitly agreed that they had a plan of action to kill and kill their mouths in a flash of lightning, and at the same time, Daméng took out a hammer and struck the old man in the head with a swing.

And when the hammer was aimed at the old man's gray-haired head, he saw that the old man's figure seemed to be surprisingly burly, but this did not make him swing the hammer a penny slower, anyway, no matter how big the skeleton was, it was just an old man, and it was a dead end if the skull was smashed by a hammer of fine iron.

However, when the hammer struck the middle of the skull, Daméng sensed that something was wrong, and instead of the expected sound of bone shattering, there was a blister-like crack, and a strong shock force caused his hammer to come out of his hand, hit the top of the sewer, and spun around and fell to the ground with a few splashes.

His mind short-circuited, but Hosis on the side quickly reacted that something was wrong, grabbed Da Méng and turned his head and ran, while the old man on the ground stood up nimbly in an instant, stretched out the somewhat old wooden staff and pointed at the two yellow-robed people, and an incomparably powerful magical force made their movements immediately stop.

"Well, it turns out that the current Ximen City will still encounter robbery if you find a place to sleep. The old man looked like he hadn't woken up, walked to the front of the two yellow-robed men, rubbed his eyes, and wiped the dirt on his pipe with a towel: "I thought the security would be much better than before." ...,

"Yi .................." Hosis opened his eyes wide, walking in Faerun, knowing the information of some celebrities is of course necessary, the old man showed his appearance in front of him without concealment, making his heart beat three times faster almost instantly.

"Well, I've listened to a few words of your conversation, and it's been interesting. Ilminster smiled and tapped Hosis on the skull with his cane: "I'm interested, old man, would you mind giving me a good talk about it?"

Horsis and Daméng were dead faced, sweat was falling from their foreheads, and their elaborate scheme was trampled by Leila Silver's hand, but while discussing yīn in an alley, they ran into the more famous Ilminster, which was too bad luck.

He rolled his eyes quickly, trying to find a way out, while Ilminster looked at the two yellow-robed men with interest.

Jing thought about coming to Simon City to meet the red-robed mage who had successfully piqued his interest, but before meeting him, Ilminster felt the need to take a good tour of the post-war city of Simon - he hadn't been to this place in a while.

It was of course a surprise to Ilminster that he was able to hear such a fascinating plot during the visit: someone was trying to deal with Pan Diesel, and it seemed that he was still tǐng.

This made him even more curious.

However, the silence of Hosses and Daméng made him unhappy: "Ah, it seems that you two bastards don't want to satisfy the curiosity of the old man, so I have to send you to Simon Authority, which is a frustrating idea." ”

"Mr. Ilminster. Trying to calm his mind, Hosis spoke in a hoarse voice, "We are not enemies. ”

"Not an enemy? Ilminster shook his head: "I don't know who you are yet. ”

Hosis swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was trying to continue to persuade when he heard a sneer suddenly sound from inside the sewer.

Although it was only a sneer, the moment it was heard, the goosebumps on the two imasca immigrants rolled from head to foot like waves, as if this sneer carried natural fear and darkness, and the smile on Ilminster's face also froze at the same time as the sneer sounded.

A pair of dancing silver sè flames appeared in the shadow of yīn in the dark alley, and then a skull with a somewhat dried skin appeared under the light of the silver sè.

The skeleton was wearing a black robe full of mystery, the black mist filled the hem of the robe, and the yīn shadow behind him became even darker the moment he appeared, and a ghostly scream was released from it, and Hosis and Daméng turned their backs to the skeleton, unable to see clearly, but felt a burst of yīn cold burrowing into their backs from behind, and the fear of the unknown made them even more overwhelmed.

"Hmm~ unimaginable. Ilminster looked at the skeleton and raised his eyebrows: "You still dare to return to the main material realm? ”

"Lansendal? now he can't kill me. The lich's voice was cold and vivid, "Besides, I've been gone long enough that even a child would dare to oppose me, so I need to let the people of this world know how stupid it is to go against me." ”

"So that kid drove you away at the Graveyard of Time?" said Ilminster with a strange smile on his face.

The lich didn't answer, and the silver flame in his eyes spread throughout his body.

Horces and Daméng felt as if the temperature had become even lower, and their pent-up fear threatened to break down at any moment.

"Maybe I should give you a warning. The skeleton's left hand was raised, "Get out of the way, Ilminster." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, but it's one of my old man's tasks to make trouble for you. Ilminster took the pipe from his mouth and spat out a smoke ring: "I sincerely suggest that you return to the Nether, there is nothing fun in the main material realm, you should have gotten out of the house a long time ago, Samast." ”

Sandwiched between two terrifying beings, Hosis and Daméng trembled like sifting flour, the only action that the Concentration Technique allowed them to do, except for talking. ！。