The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 320 The Enemy of Warlocks—Yorman Gund's Tears
"The Enemy of the Warlock" comes from a spirit, a spirit of rebellion and subversion of tradition.Because before the early intelligent life really understood the essence of magic and could acquire the ability to cast spells through knowledge accumulation and logic, magic was the privilege of the gifted, and these early warlocks occupied the top of the pyramid of power.

For warlocks, magic is the power they are born with. They are different, and their power comes from their inner nature. The only thing warlocks have to do is to discover the potential hidden in this nature.

The mage (arcanist) is a non-talent owner.Mages rely on rigorous training to learn magic. They search through musty ancient tomes, debate magical theories with other mages, and constantly practice spellcasting.For mages, magic is not a talent, but a skill learned through hard work.

If warlocks are nobles among spellcasters, then mages (arcanists) are commoners compared to nobles.When the mysteries of magic were gradually revealed, and more and more non-talented people gradually mastered the right to use spells, the conflict between the two was born. In the Netheril era, it was the mages (arcane spells). Masters) gradually replaced warlocks as the mainstream of spellcasters, so the most powerful grand arcanists were honored as "warlock kings".

When Silenar was still flying in the sky, "Warlock's Enemy" was a very famous place in the city. Drinking a drink with the enemy of the warlock is like going to BJ in his previous life without going to the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, or going to Badaling without climbing the Great Wall.

Even today, when the floating capital has fallen to the ground and the glory of Netheril is buried in the dust of history, the reputation of the Warlock's Enemy is still (and only) spread among small groups of spellcasters.When William followed Tabari to the gate of the Warlock's Enemy, he found that this very famous tavern was built with a personality. A wooden building.The walls are fine fences spliced ​​together with rough scorpion wood (a rare magical plant from another world with unique functions), and there are even lavender residual leaves hanging on it, which correspond to the surrounding Xuanying purple rock buildings.

The door curtain of the Warlock's Enemy Tavern is a translucent colored tulle, through which you can vaguely see part of the furnishings inside.The old slatted long table, the wooden table with no edges and corners, to be honest, the inside is a bit too simple.

Tabari walked to the door of the tavern but stopped, turned her head and gave William a "smile" inexplicably, and went straight through the colorful door curtain.William felt that Tabari's smile was quite malicious, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong at the moment, so he could only follow suit and be careful.

When William touched the tulle door curtain, he finally knew why Tabari "looked back and smiled".A trembling electric arc appeared out of nowhere and hit William. At this time, he had already taken off his Wings of Liberty and put them away. Facing the sudden magic attack, he was powerless to dodge. The strong electric current made William's whole body numb, and it was difficult to control his blood. .Looking up, he saw a mass of extremely viscous mud, pouring down his head and covering his face. William forcibly suppressed the churning blood, and tried his best to move his feet back regardless of the numbness of his muscles.

Compared with the speed of the electric current, the speed of the mud pouring was much slower. Although William managed to avoid more than half of it, there were still a few balls of mucus splashing on his body.What is amazing is that the mud melted into the ground and disappeared immediately after it hit the ground, and only the contaminated part of William's body remained.These sticky substances are not lethal, but surprisingly sticky, and the silk threads are pulled out repeatedly. William has never seen a stronger "super glue" than them. He tore off the sticky substance on his body unexpectedly He glared at Tabari and a few drinkers who were watching the fun inside the curtain.

Tabari widened her beautiful eyes and cried with regret: "I never thought you would awaken the power of the Warlock's bloodline, William, you should have told me earlier, Warlocks are not very popular here." The female arcanist shook her head as she spoke. No matter how he looked at it, William felt that the woman was regretting that he had dodged the "surprise" just now.

William asked, "What's going on here?"

Tabari said: "This door curtain has been cast with spells of discernment. Any warlock who enters will encounter some small mischief spells. Don't worry, these spells are not very powerful and will only make the victim go out. Just a modest embarrassment. Come in, this curtain will only play tricks on the same person once a day."

William couldn't believe Tabari's words, but he tried a few times carefully, and found that the door curtain tulle was indeed no longer moving, so he rubbed his body and got in.After entering, William found that it was very empty inside, and the space was obviously countless times larger than the house seen from the outside. The effects that magic in this world can achieve almost every time opened William's eyes. He even Gradually, I had such a bad idea, blaming all unreasonable phenomena on the power of magic.

Although the interior of the tavern is large, only a few tables near the counter seem to be commonly used, and the rest of the place is covered with thick dust and old cobweb remnants.In the tavern, apart from William and Tabari, there was only one guest wearing a black cloak, a haggard chicken-skinned man who looked more like a skeleton than a skeleton, firmly holding a "ghost claw hand" thinner than a chicken paw. A silver cup, a pair of scary eyeballs stared silently at the things in the silver cup.

William raised his eyes and scanned the tavern quickly, but didn't see any bartenders, waiters, etc. He was wondering, but he heard Tabari beside him muttering in a low voice: "This lunatic is here again."

William asked in confusion, "What?"

Tabari shook her head, walked to the counter and said to the empty wine cabinet, "Old fellow! Bring me a burgundy! The one with Yorman Gund's tears added!"

As soon as the female arcanist finished speaking, a half-skeleton less than three feet floated out from the wine cabinet. It was a scaled-down adult human skeleton, which looked similar to Iolum.The little skeleton shouted angrily: "Taba Rui! You bad girl, you are so strong every time, the Yorman Gund python has no eyes!"

Tabari tilted her head and sneered: "Really? But that's your problem, I'm just a guest who came to drink. He actually claimed that Yorman Gund has no eyes, which is really absurd. Do you think so? Mr. Macalita?" Tabari turned her head incredulously to talk to the haggard alcoholic next to her, as if she had encountered some big joke.

The terrifying eyeballs of the drinker known as Manalita rolled slightly, and he said hoarsely: "You interrupted my wine tasting procedure! Tabari, you have to compensate me for a legendary spell slot. Of course, If you're willing to give two, I agree with you."

(End of this chapter)