Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 108 Icewind Dale

North of Faerûn, Icewind Dale.

This is Icewind Dale. Behind the spine of the world, the untraceable tundra reaches the northernmost border of the Forgotten Kingdom. Ten miles north of Ten Towns, the ground has already been frozen by the winter frost. A white layer of ice.

The ruthless wind blows from the east, bringing the cold air of Reid Glacier, but there are no mountains or forests that can slightly block the bite of this cold wind.The huge icebergs of the Sea of ​​Ice Drift slowly past, and the cold wind howls violently from the towering ice peaks, reminding the coming season.

However, at this time, a nomadic tribe that was supposed to migrate north with the reindeer herd in summer still stayed in the ice and snow.

A lone encampment jutted out of the flat horizon, the largest gathering of northern barbarians in more than 100 years.

In the camp, there was a huge tent, a buckskin tent built to accommodate all the barbarian warriors.The barbarians usually call it "Hanglo", which means "the hall of mead" (the most sacred place where the barbarian tribes regularly meet, and is regarded as a celebration of offering wine to the god of war [Tempus] ground.) Hungalow.

At night, the campfire outside the mead hall was burning low, and a feast full of wine and food began.

One of the leaders of the barbarian tribe, King Biog stood solemnly before the main table.He had messy blond hair, a beard that was turning gray, and a brown face lined with lines.He was a strong warrior, standing tall as a representative of his people.

Barbarians seem to be a natural match for this wild tundra.Like the land they ran on, their brown faces were wrinkled by the sun and the wind.That emotionless, tough and tough expression was like wearing a mask that didn't welcome outsiders.They despised the residents of the Ten Southern Towns. To them, those people were just weak people who only knew how to chase wealth.

But in the most sacred hall of the barbarians, there is a "greedy man" in it at this time.The only non-savage, a dark-haired southerner, stood beside King Biog.Dibner had watched the others in the hall warily.He knew very well that these barbarians did not like outsiders at all, and even the youngest barbarian in this hall could easily snap him in two with his hands.

"Calm down!" King Bioge instructed the southerners. "Today you are drinking with the tribe of wolves, if they find your fear..." Although he didn't finish his sentence, Dibner knew how these barbarians deal with the weak.He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his shoulders.

Even King Biog is quite nervous. The upcoming leader of another barbarian tribe—King Heafstad is his strongest opponent in this wasteland. The barbarians under him, whether in courage, discipline, , or in terms of quantity, are enough to compare with King Bioge's tribe.

King Biog's plan this time is not an ordinary plunder, he intends to conquer the only prosperous area in Icewind Dale - Ten Towns, enslave the fishermen, and rely on the special products in the lake to prosper the barbarian tribe .

King Biog saw an opportunity to free his people from the dangerous nomadic life but to live better.The key now lies in King Heafstad's consent, but unfortunately King Heafstad is a savage, only interested in personal glory and savage plunder.

King Biog knew that even if he succeeded in capturing Ten Towns, he would still have to deal with his old enemy.King Heafstad will never give up the bloody lifestyle that has brought him to his current position easily, but for the leader of the wolf clan, this is a problem for the future.

The first order of business for this banquet was to get King Heafstad to agree to the plan.If he disagrees, the other clans will be forced to choose a side.And maybe after today is over, we will have to meet each other in battle.This is a great harm to the entire barbarian tribe. Even the winning side will have to face the cold winter in the future. The reindeer herd has already migrated to the south, and there is not enough food in the caves along the way.

Outside the camp, there was a sudden commotion at this moment.The earth trembled under the iron hooves of the tribe of Heafstad, and the majestic one-eyed king himself led the army, striding forward.

King Heafstad, here we come.

Just as the barbarian tribe was discussing to occupy and enslave the ten towns in Icewind Dale, outside the ten towns, there was a steep snow-capped mountain.

Akar Kessell, a despicable and shameless second-level mage.

He and his mentor, the red wizard Morkai, walked through the towering Spine of the World from [Luskan] to Ten Towns in Icewind Dale.

[Luskan] is an area ruled by a mage organization called [Arcane Brotherhood]. It is similar to [Syre], but its status is far inferior. leader, making it a [castrated version of Searle].

As a mage in red, Mokai is quite a "strange" existence. After a long and painful and exploited apprenticeship, Mokai did not return an eye for an eye. Instead, he treated his apprentice Akar Pretty good.

But Akar couldn't bear to live under people for a long time, and every magic weapon and knowledge of Mokai was something he was extremely greedy and longing for.

So, under the seductive venom of "betrayal", "benefit", and "becoming a real powerful mage" splashed in his ears by other Luskan mages who were traveling with him, while the moon was dark and the wind was high, Akar would The sleeping Mo Kai was stabbed to death in his sleep.

"Puchi", the slender dagger pierced the heavily folded robe so easily and pierced into the old body, even the attacker was surprised.

Mo Kai, the red-clothed wizard, woke up from his dream and turned to face his disciple. His eyes were wide open, with a look of disbelief. The person he raised and treated like a son for 15 years actually betrayed him.

Akar Kessell let go of the dagger and stepped back from his mentor.He was terrified at the consciousness of the mortally wounded man.He staggered back some distance until he hit the back wall of the hut.Kessell trembled visibly, imagining the grim fate he would face if the old wizard's magic overcame death.

What terrible fate will he face when his all-powerful teacher punishes his betrayal?What kind of magic would a truly powerful wizard like Mokai, the red wizard, use to torture him far beyond the cruelest torture on the continent?
The old man's eyes were fixed on Acar Kessell, even if the last bit of life was beginning to drain from his dying eyes.He didn't ask why, and he didn't even question Kessell's motives.He understands that the real reason for betrayal cannot be separated from the power struggle.What really confuses him is not the motive of the attack, but the person who does it.Kessell?How could this young apprentice, who could stutter even the simplest of incantations, think he could gain anything by killing the only person who really cared about him?
　This is the first well-known storyline in the book.It is also a story about a time spanning a turbulent year. I would like to remind readers who know the dnd plot. I have revised the timeline. The time span of this plot will become longer, so it happened several years earlier, probably earlier than the turbulence. The year of turmoil is much earlier, because my plan is that the protagonist must reach the 9th ring when the year of turmoil occurs, otherwise there will be no sense of participation~~ (Also let me officially inform everyone that the current time is before the year of turmoil)
　　
　
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