The knight in the abyss

Chapter 749 Blessing
"Thank you, my goddess." Kara Lin knelt on the ground excitedly, kissing the fingers of the God of Magic, "I will always honor your name..."

"There is no need to be so generous, it is my responsibility to help talented spellcasters." Mystra gracefully bent down, and gently but firmly helped the scholar up, "I know every spell that has ever been cast, and you Impressive talent for creating new spells - I kind of like that little trick called the Smiling Wind, hope this gift makes your 'creation' a little easier."

"Silver Fire." Kelemvor on the throne said, "Aren't you worried that Cyric will recognize you?"

"Oh? You still know this? But don't worry, except for another person who also has silver fire, no one will know that he has this kind of power in his body..." The goddess of magic replied in a bad tone, and then turned to look at Kara Lin, "However, the electorate's silver fire is as strong as a lighthouse. Ordinary people can't bear that kind of power. I just gave a little spark. As for how prosperous it will be in the future, it depends on how much you can go on the road of magic." Far……"

"Ahem!" Brutal coughed loudly on the side, successfully attracting the attention of everyone in the hall, "Well...Gods of God...Can any of you tell me what I need to do to get me back? Father's soul? Why do you say that this matter may have something to do with Cyric?"

"You shouldn't call that name directly, at least not after you leave my kingdom of God, it may attract his attention." Kelemvor said in a serious tone, "As for why you doubt Cyric...ordinary people simply cannot Hiding a soul where I can't find it, even a demon lord can't do it, only a god has that ability—just like the god of thieves hid me back then."

"Whoever hides my father will be smashed to pieces with my hammer!" Brutal stomped his feet fiercely, "Even if it is a god!"

"Don't be blinded by appearances, young dwarf. Although Cyric must have played a role in this incident, that doesn't mean he is the mastermind." The goddess of magic said in a warning tone , "No matter what Cyric's real purpose is, the result will definitely bring more destruction and disaster to the multiverse...There are too many questions that need to be answered urgently, and your responsibility is very heavy."

"And I bless all of you." The king of the dead stood up from the throne, his gaze resting on everyone, "No magic or magic can imprison your souls, once you die, you will definitely return to my kingdom , and then you can be resurrected through the divine spell cast by your companions..."

"Then what if we all die?" Brutal couldn't help asking, despite the ominousness.

"...As a Grim Reaper, I have rules that I must adhere to."

"It's good now." Lancelot said, "Great king of the dead, honorable lady of magic, what should we do next?"

"You acted very quickly. No matter what the murderer of Barend wanted to do to his soul, he must have not had time to complete it. Next..." Kelemvor turned his silver masked face to the one beside him The female companion, the latter nodded reluctantly, so he continued, "Midnight...Mystra will send you to the Fallen Plane, where Barend's soul last appeared. Use your previous cast That spell, that should provide clues to the next step, but after that, you can only rely on yourselves..."

"Understood." Lancelot nodded, "Then please start, we are ready."

"Admirable courage." The goddess of magic raised her fingers to draw circles in the air, and at the same time turned her head to look at the masked god of death. "It reminds me of something familiar..."

"Courage comes in many forms, my lady." Kelemvor replied indifferently, "One day you will understand me..."

"Hehe, is that so? When?"

"We have time. A lot of time..."

"Uh... that, is the portal ready?" Lancelot interrupted the two gods who seemed to be arguing, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye to you..."

"And don't quarrel. If you have something to say, talk to each other. If you have to quarrel, you'd better hold each other before quarreling..." The elf priest added from the side, but Lancelot noticed that the eyes of the goddess of magic began to light up with danger. The purple light, so he quickly covered Alamir's mouth, and shouted: "Okay, okay, let's go!"

The elf intentionally put on a posture of struggling violently, and Lancelow carried him into the portal very cooperatively - if this funny scene can slightly ease the atmosphere between the two former lovers, then Ala Mill's goal was achieved.

Passing through the interplanetary portal made by the goddess of magic is a very familiar and unexpected experience-the process of crossing is very natural, just like passing through an ordinary door.

However, the difference between the two worlds is too great. Lancelot feels like he has gone from the warm indoors to the icy and snowy outdoors in winter.In one day, the human knight has already experienced three different planes. In comparison, the Shadowfall gave him the worst feeling: anyone who arrives at this plane will immediately notice that there are only black and white. There are three colors of gray and gray. There is no sun and moon in the sky, and there is no little stardust. It is just a gray chaos, casting a little light on the earth below.

Everyone found that they were located in an open space, surrounded by black dense forests, gray ground under their feet, and a lawn with a color between black and gray on the surface, all of which looked extremely strange.

Lancelot's hearing caught some subtle movements, and he turned around sharply, pointing his long sword in the direction of the sound.The gushing murderous aura frightened some kind of creature there, and a wolf-like shadow ran away in a hurry. Brutal was about to throw the hammer subconsciously, but Lancelo reached out his hand to stop him.

"For it, we are the intruders." Lancelot explained to the dwarf, "Kalarin, what can you tell us about this plane?"

"I only know some rumors and gossip, you know, this is not my research direction..."

"It seems that you do know something. Tell me quickly. Why is this place... so weird? At first glance, it looks like a reflection of the material world, but I always feel something is different..."

"You feel right." The scholar rubbed his chin, "The Shadowfall Plane is indeed a mirror, but it only reflects the dark side of everything..."

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