Chaos Crown

Chapter 246, Princess of Shadow City?

Gith Silver Sword!

Aaron took the weapon from Mysty, and he frowned almost instantly, without the slightest joy, but looked at this stunning enchantress with doubtful eyes, as if doubting her thoughts.

The silver sword of Gith, one of the most powerful artifacts.

Aaron must thank Elminster, the illustration book given to him by the great sage mentioned in detail about the silver sword of Gith, and in Suzar's library, the legend about this artifact is even more described It's amazing.

As mentioned earlier, the Gith people were once enslaved by the Space Mind Flayer Empire. This race has risen up and resisted time and time again, but every time it has been ruthlessly suppressed by the ultimate creature, the Mind Flayer, until it is called "Gith." "The legendary leader appeared.

And what appeared with Gith was the artifact of Gith's silver sword.

To put it bluntly, it was the appearance of this artifact that defeated the entire space mind flayer empire.

The mind flayer is a hermaphroditic and extremely intelligent creature. It looks like a humanoid with an octopus head. It has extremely powerful spiritual power and feeds on the brains of other intelligent creatures. In its heyday, the space mind flayer The empire once spanned countless crystal wall systems, occupied countless colonies, and confronted the space navy of the elf empire time and time again.

In the era of the heyday of the space mind flayer empire, they enslaved hundreds of races, their civilization lit up the universe, and their conch-shell ships constantly shuttled through the major crystal wall systems, hunting slaves and cultivating cubs. The mastermind spreads its beliefs across the universe across dimensions.

But it was such a space empire with countless legendary spellcasters, a massive space fleet, and a splendid civilization that was finally defeated by the super artifact of the Gith Silver Sword. The lethality of demons can be seen to be mediocre. It is said that no legendary mind flayer can sustain more than two moves under the silver sword of Gith.

According to the illustrated book given by Elminster, not even the divine incarnation of the mind flayer can match it.

This super artifact is the belief of the Gis people, it is their sacred object, it symbolizes everything from being enslaved to the successful regaining freedom of this race, and it symbolizes the highest glory of the Gis people.

Afterwards, the Gith Silver Sword disappeared along with Gith. The Githyanki tried all means to find this super artifact but failed. The Queen of the Gith could only mass-produce many similar weapons based on the template of the original artifact. , also known as the Gith Silver Sword, its power is naturally quite different from that of the prototype super artifact, but it is still strong.

Every professional dreams of owning such a magic weapon.

The only problem is that the githyanki will stop at nothing to try to recycle every gith silver sword they make, by all means,
Mysty leaned on the recliner, lazily stretched her hot and enchanting body: "Why, don't you dare to take it?"

"What will happen to a three-year-old child walking downtown with a large piece of gold in his arms?"

Aaron picked up the silver sword and played with it in his hands: "Is it more sinful to let the child hold the gold, or to rob the child of the gold?"

"Giggle~ Of course, the child's crime is the biggest. Who made him incapable of keeping his gold? Wouldn't he deserve it if he was killed?" The news of the extinction should have reached the star realm by now, and the Zhentarim will do it."

"The Githyanki should have a way to confirm the location of the Gith Silver Sword." Aaron shook his head: "It's so easy to blame? I don't want to wake up every morning and have the bed uncovered, and there are chicken farmers inside."

The Ghis silver sword in Aaron's hand is not the super artifact, but even so, it is a legendary magical weapon with various enchantments and at least three types of magical abilities. Any attack may produce a "cutting" effect, directly cutting off any substance without magic power, and at the same time, each of its attacks has a certain probability of launching the spell "thunder wave" to strike the enemy.

Of course, the silver sword of Gith is most famous for its strong resistance to any kind of psychic damage, and...the silver thread that cuts through the astral projection, which can kill a powerful spellcaster who uses the soul to travel in the astral world.

"So, what do you want?" Misty smiled, seeing that Aaron was very cautious on this issue, she seemed a little disappointed: "If you don't want it, sister will take it herself."

"You can do it, right?" Aaron handed the silver sword back to Ms. Mysty: "You are waiting, I beg you."

The purple slender moth eyebrows were raised high above Mystie's enchanting eye shadow, and the tone of the Night Demon Fairy became less pleasant: "I like your cleverness sometimes, little guy, but now I hope You'd better be stupid."

She took the Gith silver sword, tapped it with her fingers, and drew two runes on the surface. The strong shadows covered the surface of the silver sword, and the condensed purple-gray chain firmly locked the surface of the blade. Under the control of the magical power, a spell appeared on the surface of the blade.

"Take it, I've enchanted it, so that the Gith people won't be able to perceive this weapon." Misty handed the sword back to Aaron again: "Don't just take it out as it is, use your psionic power , imagine what it would look like, and shape it."

Aaron nodded, he closed his eyes, and began to shape the silver sword.

Chaos energy poured in, and the silver sword underwent a huge change like flowing liquid mercury. It began to shape according to Aaron's will, absorbing all of Aaron's magic power.

During this process, Aaron began to understand why it was difficult for other races to use the Gith silver sword, because this weapon must be bound to psionic power. Among other races, there are very few people who practice psionic power. The githyanki who operate in the astral world individually practice psionic powers.

And this weapon was tailor-made for Aaron.

As his magic power poured in, the silver sword was gradually transformed into a long staff by him, with a length of about 1.5 meters to 1.6 meters. The first appearance is in the shape of Tzeentch's holy emblem. On the ever-changing flames, the eyes of Tzeentch, which symbolizes the Lord of Change, are half-closed, symbolizing Tzeentch's "Zen" of "not showing appearance on the outside, not moving on the inside".

The color and shape of the colorful flames are changing every second, burning blazingly.

"Okay." Aaron gripped the staff recast from the silver sword, he felt the magic power extending from the top of the staff with satisfaction, and thanked Mysty: "Thank you, Mysty Sister, I owe you a favor."

"...I gave it to you to replace your sword, but you actually turned it into a staff?" Mysty was slightly displeased: "Forget it, use the prototype It’s really easy to spot, and seeing you reshape it like this, no one should be able to discover that it turned out to be a Gith silver sword.”

"Since this is the case, it should be called the Dark Night." The Midnight Fairy turned and said excitedly: "From now on, whenever you use it, you must remember that it was given to you by my sister!"

"I'll always remember."

The sword of the dark moon, the dark night, one sword and one stick, will be Aaron's dual-wielding weapons for a long time in the future.

The two were silent for a while. Outside, the night rain was still heavy. The rain hit the cave wall and played a beautiful midnight serenade. Inside the cave, Ms. Mysty was enjoying Aaron's massage and humming slightly. Voice.

"So, sister, can you tell me, where are you from?"

Aaron tried to strike up a conversation.

"Mysty-Tanshul." The night enchantress gently stretched her pair of beautiful black silk feet, pinched Aaron's chin with her fingers, and wrapped her nails around his smooth, slightly fluffy skin: "You Don't know yet?"

"Your name doesn't look like your current name." Aaron shook his head: "That's all I know."

"Have you ever read a book seriously? Tanshul, you don't even know?" Misty was a little impatient, and she motioned for Aaron to continue: "Tanshul, you don't know, do you know about the City of Shadows? Nether Do you know Riel Arcane Empire?"

"I'm a warlock, sister Mysty!" Aaron continued to shake his head helplessly: "I know about the City of Shadows, I know about the Netheril Arcane Empire, but I really don't know about Tanshul, what I know about the Netherese Empire It's from a book by Lady Srinsi...she has a lot of contempt for Netheril in it."

"Oh, it was written by Silinxi? No wonder, she is indeed such an arrogant and conceited idiot." Seeing that Aaron really didn't understand, the Night Fairy could only add: "You have read Silinxi's book, then you must know The destruction of Netheril, the birth of the Great Desert of Enook?"

"I know this, and I also know the failure of Karthus' apotheosis, the fall of the first generation of goddess of magic, and after the fall of Nether, there were three city-states that persisted for centuries, but in the end the land was completely deserted, and now The remaining nomads there are called the Bedai."

"Hey, it seems that Sultanza has indeed been away from the main material world for too long." Ms. Misty sighed: "That brat Telamante...cough cough, in short, that pig-brained Karthus plan Before carrying out his so-called 'greatest plan', a floating city had predicted that this plan might fail, so they asked for help from the greatest, most beautiful and most mysterious Lady of the Night, and the priest of Lady of the Night generously told them to How to save yourself is to transfer the floating city into the shadow plane."

"After many tests, the Grand Arcanists of the Floating City of Sultanza—a group of juniors who liked to study the Shadow Plane, who were originally looked down upon by other Grand Arcanists, successfully transferred the Floating City to the Shadow Plane. One of the successors of this group of great arcanists is called Telamante-Tanshul, and the name of this floating city is the city of ghosts."

"So, giggling, do you understand? Little guy, my sister is the daughter of Telamante, the princess of the City of Shadows!"

Princess of Shade?

Aaron always felt weird.

Would a normal Princess of Shade call her father "that boy Talamante"?
"It turns out that my sister is the princess of the City of Shadows." Aaron thought to himself that since you like to pretend, then I will accompany you to pretend: "No wonder I have never heard of my sister's name. Why did my sister come to the main material world?"

"I come whenever I want, and leave whenever I want." Mysty's cheeks flushed slightly, like the sunset glow in the sky. Under Aaron's magical hands, her arches were slightly tense, and her delicate body twitched slightly. Then, he seemed not to care too much and said: "So, are you Cormyrs ready for the return of the City of Shadows?"

"Friends come with wine, jackals come with shotguns." Aaron raised his eyebrows.

"Heh, can your so-called shotgun beat my army of golems and ghosts in Shadow City?" Mysty was obviously very dissatisfied with Aaron's answer, and she smiled coldly: "What can you rely on? Those 1000 purple dragon knights? Or those hundreds of battle mages, or the legends that you can count with ten fingers all over the country?"

"Then what do you have in Shadow City? My Princess Tanshul?"

Aaron didn't do anything else, he smiled and waited for Mysty to continue.

"One thousand arcanists, twenty legends, five thousand well-trained half-ghost soldiers, and an army of tens of thousands of golems." Mysty smiled slightly, and she picked Aaron's chin with her fingers , she seems to be addicted to doing so.

"It's really troublesome to slaughter them all." Aaron smiled unhurriedly: "Let me think about it, how many troops do I need to call?"

Army of ghosts?Sounds great.

So can you defeat my Chaos army?
Your arcanists are casualties by the hour, and my Chaos armies are endless.

I'm not afraid to fight you, I'm afraid you won't fight me!
"Heck, are you Marchey Kidd? Or the three demons? I'm not Myth Drannor in Shadow City, and I won't fall so easily." Seeing that Aaron dared to speak back, Misty's eyes sparkled even more.

She herself is also very contradictory. On the one hand, Mysty has always used the most vicious and thunderous means to suppress the guys who dare to disobey her. For all the people, Mysty has always responded with contempt, contempt and ridicule, laughing at them as fools, not only will not give corresponding rewards, but will use the same vicious means to make them realize their stupidity.

Different from the Madonna's heart of the old woman in the moon, she not only needs her subordinates to be capable, loyal and know how to serve her, but also wants her subordinates to be smart enough to figure out what she means, and she doesn't need her to remind her
There are few beings who can accurately touch the scale in her heart, and the little white face in front of her can be considered to have touched it.

"Heh, then when I return to the City of Shadows, you just don't regret it." Misty changed her lying position: "At that time, my sister will lock you in my bedroom and become my exclusive slave!"

"Then let's have a touch." Aaron didn't continue the topic, he tried to ask the question he wanted to ask: "By the way, since my sister is the princess of the City of Shadows, she must know About the Nether scroll?"

"Of course." Mysty glanced at Aaron: "The scroll of Nether created a great arcane empire that has been sung to this day."

"Yes, so I want to know what happened to the Nether scroll." Aaron took out a golden scroll from his body: "I got it by accident."

"Scroll of Nether?!" Mysty stretched out her hand to take the scroll in surprise, she slightly confirmed that it was indeed the Scroll of Nether in Aaron's hand, and couldn't help but take a deep look at Aaron: "I underestimated you, little Where did you get that, dude?"

"A relic of the Snakeman Empire." Aaron simply told Mysty about his adventure in the Snakeman Empire.

"Oh, that slut who raises a little boy all day is really planning something. The snake god is also a pure waste. After sleeping for so long, his faith has been taken away and he can't do anything. Even his whole body smells like foreign bastards. Aardvarks can't even deal with it," Mysty sneered and returned the Nether scroll to Aaron, she hesitated for a few seconds before sighing.

"Don't be superstitious about this, little one."

"The Nether scroll has not been complete since the day it was born."

"If you only know how to rely on him like those so-called arcanists, then you are doomed to repeat the path that others have designed for you."

"But my sister hopes that you can fly higher."

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