Chaos Crown

Chapter 279, the parties conspired

For a long time, the outside world has been skeptical about Aaron and Charlotte's "astral magic". Some people think that "astral magic" is actually a variant of "psychic power". Another manifestation of wild magic.

The full name of psychic power is called psychic power, which refers to discovering more extensive and powerful spiritual power through the internal development of the brain and through continuous study of one's own spiritual consciousness.

How psionic energy manifests specifically, how to display and discover one's own psionic power has always been a key topic of study by scholars of the kingdom, but since the kingdom is the main material plane, the vast majority of people are material creatures rather than Energy creatures, so the effect of most mortals practicing psionic energy is not very good.

The only exception is the gray dwarves. Due to their history of being enslaved by mind flayers, the gray dwarves are born with psionic talents.

In addition to the duergar, the famous githyanki and githzerai also possess psychic gifts.

As for wild magic, it is very simple. The country has never lacked wild spellcasters.

This time, Aaron offered to "display the written six volumes of the nine volumes of Salian", which really aroused the deep interest of the whole country.

All kinds of forces are paying close attention to the expo that Aaron plans to hold, and naturally it also includes the nobles in Waterdeep City who claim to be extraordinary and have gained a lot of money through the inter-crystal wall trade through the space port.

Nestia Baenre, pretending to be a star elf beauty, reluctantly agreed to Jerry Reinsdorf's invitation.

In fact, even if this human supremacist and well-known merchant of several crystal wall systems did not invite, Nestia planned to go to Cormyr to participate in Aaron's fair.

First of all, she has not completed the order of the Spider Queen to hunt down Drizzt Do'Urden. Although the Spider Queen doesn't seem to care whether Nestia can complete his order, he seems to want to have fun more, but Nes Stia can only carry out the spider queen's orders.

Secondly, it seems that the Spider Queen is also very interested in the Nine Books of Salian. According to Rose, she smells almost the same smell as the Abyss from Aaron.

It is reported that Drizzt also intends to see what the Nine Books of Salian are all about.

Thinking of this, Nestia couldn't stop feeling sad in her heart.

The only thing she hopes now is not to bring disaster and destruction to Aaron because of her affairs.

Fortunately, for now, Rose is also full of interest in Aaron's background.

"Oh~ this answer really surprised me." Jerry Reinsdorf nodded with a smirk: "I thought it was difficult for you elves to realize a problem-except for the island of Evermeeting, your understanding of the kingdom It's never going to go back to the way it used to be."

The big merchant was leaning on crutches. He looked at Nestia and Eleonora, who was disguised as a half-elf, with disgust, but instead smiled at Samir, and stretched out his hand: "A member of the Longthorn family? I I've heard your name, Samir, the Five Heroes of Arabelle, you're a good guy."

Reinsdorf whispered: "Orcs should die! You know, dead orcs are good orcs. These black and green things are really a terminal disease in the country. As long as you kill orcs in the future, just come to me. You reimburse half of the cost."

"Also, I will pay for all your expenses here today." Reinsdorf patted Samir on the shoulder: "Don't be polite to me, I can still afford this money... As Salian's Dear friend, are you going to participate in the fair? Mr. Samir? We can go together."

"Thank you." Samir hesitated for a moment, but decided to shake his head: "I have more important things to do in Waterdeep City."

Samir has been trying to get his suzerain Eleonora out of the control of the Succubus Queen. For this reason, he tried to use the mortal enemy of the Succubus Queen, the six-fingered Grazt who is also the Lord of the Abyss, to transfer the succubus through him. Attention of the Demon Queen.

However, Grazte didn't know what happened during this time, and there was no movement.

He tried fishing to enforce the law again, to see if he could lure the Succubus Queen's subordinates, but of course it failed, and Samir couldn't find a chance.

Samir was also secretly investigating a missing angel in the failed invasion of hell during this time.

Warlock has been busy lately.

"That's a pity, giggling~ I thought you would go with me to meet the little rookie!" After a brief gaffe, Nestia immediately replied to her seductive and charming lady who played with Vanity Fair, She spread her fan and giggled. When Aaron's name was mentioned, her two beautiful legs wrapped in black boots and flesh-colored oily silk couldn't help rubbing against her.

"What a pity." Jerry Reinsdorf also expressed his regret, and the big businessman said casually, "I heard that Lord Kelben Blackstick plans to take his wife Lila Silverhand with him! "

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Meanwhile, Shadowdale, the Tower of Elminster.

Wearing a red robe, the old man, full of energy and smoking a pipe, returned to his home after another exploration of the outer planes.

This is obviously a very pleasant exploration of the outer plane. Elminster did not show any signs of fatigue, but looked very happy. The thick card bag at his waist was filled with his outer plane. Explore the loot earned.

He had just returned from Greyhawk, and through a small game, Elminster successfully won a colorful card from Mordencan and others.

This is Mordencan's favorite collection.

Humming a little song and whistling, the magic apprentice immediately told the great sage of Shadow Valley about Aaron's visit.

"This is an invitation he sent recently, great sage, are you planning to participate?"

The apprentice delivered the invitation to the great sage.

"Forget it, it's okay to go and have a look." Elminster took the letter and showed a strange smile: "Traveler from a foreign land, this old man can be considered your elder."

The great sage is already eager to try.

He was addicted to poker.

"Go, go and ask Lord Storm-Silver Hand and Dove-Hawk Hand if they want to go."

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Silvermoon City, the Supreme Palace.

Alustriel-Silverhand, one of the famous Seven Sisters of the North, has ruled Silvermoon City as the Supreme Mage. This famous magic city-state has been over a century. The successor, Silvermoon City may be one of the few civilized places in the wild and unruly wilderness of the north.

The city has a rich cultural life and is known as a meeting place for all races of morally inclined goodness.

There are splendid magical buildings similar to Myth Drannor, especially the eternal buildings in the city. The Moon Bridge was created by magic.

High Queen Alastre Silver of Silvermoon holds an identical invitation.

Besides being an intelligent, wise and charismatic leader, Alustriel is also very beautiful.

She had warm, compassionate eyes that shone like rivers in the sun, and a flawless, warm face.She is about 1.8 meters tall and has the same silver hair and eternal youthful face as other sisters. In public, she is often seen wearing a light-colored robe and holding the unicorn head staff of Silvermoon City.

At this moment, she is listening to the oracle of the goddess.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, Ms. Mystery, I will personally go to Cormyr to see the origin of the Nine Books of Salian."

"I'll try to make a copy if I can."

"clear."

In the north of the country, the Moon Sea.

Cyric, the Prince of Darkness who was concentrating on studying his great works, got the news that Aaron was about to hold an expo.

Aaron!It's him again!

Why isn't this little bastard dead yet? !
Cyric said viciously, his voice hoarse, and he was a giant to the petitioners who served him.

The two petitioners lay in the palm of his skeleton, and the bone fingers as long as the camel's neck danced beside the petitioner.His eyes were huge as wagon wheels, his nose was a jagged hollow, and his teeth looked like two rows of ivory shields.

"Supreme Holy Lord!"

Around him, the petitioners kept prostrating, praising Cyric's greatness.

But this does not make Dark Sun happy at all. Cyric has defeated countless powerful enemies, and even the gods fell in his hands. Only Aaron-Salian made him suffer twice, but so far he has not What a decent punishment.

Stuck in his latest and greatest invention, the scripture, Cyric is currently inconvenient to sell it himself. He is listening to his subordinates' compliments irritably. It becomes harsh and unpleasant in the ears.

Are these people mocking me? !
So Cyric moved, he stretched out two finger bones, pinched the petitioner who praised him the loudest, and began to squeeze.

"Holy Lord?!" The petitioner yelled in horror. He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but he didn't dare.

"You are so noisy." Cyric's voice was like the bitter cold wind of the highest ice field. With the grinding of the finger bones, the petitioner's body and soul were crumpled into ashes between his fingers, and a little bit of darkness came out of him. Spilling from Cyric's fingers, it poured down like a stream under the High Throne, and was drawn into the sea of ​​shadows in the endless wilderness.

The surrounding praise stopped immediately, and countless petitioners knelt and kowtowed, not daring to breathe, trembling.

This is Cyric, and no one understands his mood.

There are many, many petitioners in the kingdom of each god. Some of these petitioners believe in the gods as devout believers when they are alive, and their souls return to the kingdom of gods after death, and some of them are gods in the kingdom of gods. The right-hand man who was promoted, and the younger brother who was taken in by the gods when they acted in the outer plane.

The petitioners gained power and immortality in the form of energy creatures. As a price, they had to serve the gods. The relationship between the two parties was originally mutually beneficial.

However, as a newly-appointed god, Cyric has an eccentric and elusive character, and is especially fond of killing and betraying. Almost all of his petitioners come from the petitions of Bane, Baal, and Melkor. For these petitioners who were not promoted by himself, Cyric has always regarded them as consumables.

The weak relationship has been broken, and the supreme dark sun is really disgusted with these petitioners now, but because of the bond between the two parties, they have to reluctantly cooperate.

There is only one word to describe Cyric's relationship with these petitioners.

Very disgusting!

But Cyric believes that will soon change.

that book!that book!As long as I write it out, everything will understand, only I am the destiny!I am destined to be the true master of the kingdom!

The silence around him made Cyric uncomfortable again.

"Why did you stop? My servants?" Dark Sun's dark eyes swept around: "Don't you want to be like him?"

The petitioners hurriedly continued to praise their Black Sun Lord, and they worked harder.

Ah!A bunch of idiots, it's annoying.

Cyric immediately gave the order to Mansu, the legendary mage master of the Zhentarim.

Wreck this expo and send all these stupid attendees to heaven.

By the way, bring me the Nine Books of Salian.

The supreme dark sun wants to peek into the true meaning of destiny through these books.

Just like the words from the left hand of the god from the end of the universe.

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Cyre, the land of the red robes, the great place.

The red-robed chief archmage Szastan was sitting comfortably on his big chair. The huge desk in front of him was covered with curled parchment paper and filled with many small bottles filled with unknown liquids.A thick candle stood in the middle, its flame dancing in the musty air, and its soft light fell on his strange face.

His high cheekbones were covered with paper-thin skin, and his hair was thin and the color of a spider's web.

The flesh on the nose is also gone, exposing two holes.Scarlet robes draped over the skeleton and spread like blood on the floor around the chair.

someone is coming.

Sazastan's skin became rosy again.The eyes turned black again, the original white hair became thick and long, and the appearance became the appearance of a 70-[-]-year-old human elder, even with delicate features.

Zac and Rihanna, the two red-robed mages stood with their heads bowed, not daring to see their mentor with straight eyes.

If anyone still remembers, these two red robes were the leaders of the red robe expedition team who were slaughtered by Belak during the expedition in Myth Drannor. Searle lost a legendary warrior for this, but relying on a miraculous The abyss summoned the Barlow flame demon lord, and the two red robes miraculously escaped from Bilak's palm.

It took them some time to return to Cyre, and with fear and anxiety in their hearts, they reported the news they had received to their mentor, the red-robed chief Szastan.

Zach glanced at his mentor secretly. Unexpectedly, the red-robed chief who had a fierce reputation and feared countless beings in the country actually behaved kindly in private. He spoke gently and full of wisdom, and With unimaginable patience for normal people, he always faces everything with a pleasant face. Compared with other red robes, Szastan is almost as good as a saint.

However, it was precisely because of this that Sarzastan made them feel afraid.

Because of all the red-robed apprentices who were screened out in the same period, only the two of them have survived to the present.

Sazastan is very patient, because many people who are not worthy of his guidance have become specimens soaked in potions in glass jars.

Szastan was kind and friendly, for most of those who dared to stand against him were lost in time.

Sazastan speaks softly and wisely, because for a lich, the most important thing is time.

They saw with their own eyes that the soul of the legendary Ser knight failed to return to the underworld—he foolishly signed an agreement with the red chief, stipulating that his soul would belong to Szastan after death.

"I'm glad you guys are willing to tell me these things, Zach, Rihanna." Szastan said very gently and modestly: "You could have kept it from me, but you did, which makes me very proud. "

"This is what we should do, mentor." The red-robed mage Rihanna said somewhat unnaturally, with red and blue magic tattoos branded on her bald forehead.

"I will reward you, I promise." Sazastan nodded.

His reward for them was to transform them into liches, so that they could serve him forever.

The red-robed chief is always so generous.

"But before that, I still have a task for you." The red robe took out an invitation card from the table with a mocking smile, and there were traces of blood on the surface of the thick parchment.

"Exposition? The Nine Books of Salian? I'm bound to get it."

"This time, I will do it myself."

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(End of this chapter)