Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 144 Forging Magic Weapons

After the two of Imrik left the Spine of the World, they set off for the dwarven valley near the Great Cone of Cairn. This is where the largest dwarf tribe in Icewind Dale lives. Since the barbarian war three years ago, Bruno has been living with the adopted barbarian boy in the tribe.

Drizzt was full of worries along the way, worrying about the mage and his monster army under the abyss of the Spine of the World. He always felt uneasy, but he hoped that his premonition was wrong in his heart, and the power of a high mage He couldn't be more clear that most of the shadows of the Dark Elf's childhood were his female brethren wielding the brilliance of arcane magic and divine magic wantonly, destroying the memories of one underground city after another.

"You shouldn't think about it anymore, Drizzt." Imric glanced at Drizzt, and he knew that the kind-hearted dark elf was tormenting whether it was right to leave indifferently. "At least until now, Ten Towns has maintained its peace, hasn't it?"

Drizzt felt a little better after hearing this, and forced a smile.

The two continued on their way in silence, and finally came to an open-air blacksmithing workshop built by Bruno at the foot of Cairn's Great Cone in the evening. This is an inaccessible area in the valley of the dwarves. Surrounding the vast tundra to the west of the mountain, and the Ice Wind Pass to the east.

Drizzt saw the shadow of a dwarf below, and after a closer look, it was Bruno. Just as he was about to call out to him, he suddenly found that the dwarf was concentrating on forging a weapon, so he fell silent and waited patiently for his old man. friend completed the work.

Bruno was currently in the ironworks, sweating profusely with the hammer in his hand to forge a silver hammer with a more exquisite style.

Earlier in the week, Bruno had a vision of a double-headed hammer striking a block of mithril.The dwarf immediately understood the meaning of the omen, and knew that he must act now to prepare for the coming night of magic.

This is the tradition of the dwarves. They firmly believe that whenever they dream that they are forging a weapon, it must be a hint given by the great [Soul Forger] Moradin, and they begin to prepare for the once-in-a-lifetime weapon. supreme weapon.

This is actually a bit similar to beholders. These poor people suffering from serious mental illnesses, whenever they dream of another beholder, they are convinced that this is a prophecy given by the [Big Mistress], and they must go and kill the beholder in their dreams. Beholder, otherwise he will be killed by the opponent.

Of course, most of the time, when the beholder packs up his bags and embarks on a journey to eliminate his old enemy, he will often be eliminated by adventurers after discovering that this is just a nightmare of his own.

At this time, Bruno was frantically beating the mithril block in his hand again and again. The metal was easily beaten into the shape he wanted under his superb skills. He knew that before the morning light interrupted him, the hammer head would be able to It took shape.

Imrik stood halfway up the mountain, watching the perfect and light Selûne slowly rising into the dark horizon, and said softly, "Today is the night of the summer solstice."

In the distant tundra, a lone wolf sits motionless like a statue.It waited patiently, though anxiously, as the great silver disk of the full summer moon rose over the edge of the horizon.

It waited until the full moon appeared in the night sky, and then began to howl in the ancient way of wolves.And this cry was answered over and over again by other wild wolves and nocturnal animals in the distance, shouting to the power of the stars together.

The night of the summer solstice has begun, and magical powers are stirring in the air, exciting all living beings except the rational animals that are not affected by instinct.

Bruno clearly felt this magic in his emotional state.But he focused on the work at the pinnacle of his life and entered a state of extreme concentration.His hand did not shake as he opened the golden lid of the locket.

The mighty hammer was clamped on the anvil before the dwarf.It was Bruno's best work, already very powerful and beautiful, but waiting for subtle arcane words and spells to turn it into a powerful magical weapon with special powers.

Bruno didn't need to carve according to the instructions, these symbols had already been engraved on his heart and soul.

He solemnly carved Moradin Soulforge's hammer and anvil on one side of the warhammer's head, and on the other side the crossaxe of the dwarven war god Clengeton, and finally he took out the silver scroll tube and lightly He gently opened the diamond cover, and he was relieved to see that the parchment inside was still there after all these decades.

He wiped off the oily sweat on his hands, took out the scroll and slowly unrolled it, and spread it on the anvil.At first, the scroll looked blank, but when the light of the full moon shone on it, the mysterious symbols with power slowly appeared on it.

These words were handed down by the ancestors of Bruno's family. Although he had never read them, the mysterious straight lines and curves on them gave Bruno a sense of intimacy.With a confident hand he lowered the chisel between the symbols, and began to carve the cryptic writing into the hammer.He felt the magic pass from the scroll through him to the weapon.

Under the light of Silver Moon Selûne, this weapon is finally about to be born.

When the dwarf burned the last rune, a darkness fell on the dwarf.His head turned away, he didn't know what force kept him from falling.But the spell had worn him out, and he couldn't take it anymore.He didn't even realize that the incantations kept coming out of his mouth, sucking more and more of his strength.Then he fell, though he was completely unconscious before his head hit the ground.

Drizzt, who had been waiting quietly for a long time, gently caught Bruno's fallen body, while Imrik looked at the hand in front of him in amazement. weapons.

Imrik turned on [Detect Magic], and a shining magical aura shot up into the sky. This is a +3 magic warhammer, and it is equipped with magic power that allows the holder to use spiritual power to control the warhammer back to his hand.

Imrik glanced at the unconscious dwarf and shook his head. This is the price of creating a magic weapon. Mages don't personally forge magic weapons with a hammer. In fact, they will spend a lot of money to hire experienced blacksmiths to forge magic weapons The warhammer in front of him is one of the equipment that can be enchanted by powerful magic.

This warhammer has mysterious dwarven runes and mithril-increased background, which is enough for mages to enchant very powerful spells on it. Of course, it is just a relatively ordinary weapon now, and it takes a huge price to ask high-ring mages to use magic constant Only by enchanting magic on it can it reach the level of [command fire elemental ring], a legendary magic equipment.

However, this last item is also the most difficult item. Even if the forging of the weapon itself requires dozens of days of hard work by the blacksmith and a magical environment like "Summer Solstice Night" with violent magic power, it cannot be compared with the wizard's [Magic Constancy] Compared to the price, it is still small.

Magic Constancy is only a five-ring spell, but it can even keep nine-ring spells on the equipment. This is because the casting conditions of this spell, in addition to the spell slot, must permanently consume part of one's mental power as stable energy The price of the source, always guides the energy of the magic net in the equipment to play a constant role.

Therefore, mages will never use [Constant Magic] lightly, because every time this spell is cast, it takes hundreds of days of meditation to grow back the lost mental power, and even if it is used multiple times in a short period of time, it will still The terrible cost of permanently downgrading the caster level due to the collapse of mental power.

This is also the reason why magic equipment, especially high-level magic equipment, is so rare, but Imrik is not worried. The reduced mental power is also a material for casting spells, so it also belongs to the scope of "material-free" in the endless book.
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When Bruno woke up, he found that the war hammer he had painstakingly built was being played with by the dark elf at will. He quickly jumped up from the bed, dodged the war hammer and said angrily: "Are you willing to come back from the trip? It just so happens that I Need your help."

Drizzt said with a smile: "Old man, this weapon is too luxurious. Could it be that it was made for me? I'm not used to using a warhammer."

Bruno rolled his eyes and said, "Don't dream, this is the weapon I made for Wulfgar. He is leaving soon, and he will need these."

Then he looked down at the magic hammer in his hand and muttered to himself: "Yeah, the tundra is so dangerous, he just left like this, the kid's stick is gone, I can't let him run around in this wilderness, and there is nothing on his body. No weapons! The left and right are just an old hammer, nothing more."

"You're giving it to the barbarian boy?" he asked in mock disbelief, knowing that the dwarf harbored strong feelings for the barbarian he'd rescued from battle, though he also knew Bruno would never admit it openly.

The dwarf blushed and said angrily: "So what's the matter? Anyway, I have been a slave for me for three years to mine mines. I, Bruno, am not so stingy. That kid must have something to defend himself."

"What's its name?" Imrik asked curiously. He felt that this weapon with the potential to become legendary magic equipment deserved a good name.

"The Fang of Aegis! Bruno's greatest masterpiece in his life, the magic hammer that Wulfgar will use in the future." Bruno replied without thinking.Before he had time to think of the name, the name came to him automatically.He doesn't remember it anymore, but when he chanted the magic incantation during the ritual, it decided the weapon's name.

"I understand," said Drizzt, taking the hammer back to Bruenor. "Aegis' Fang is just an old hammer, but good enough for that kid. Mithril and adamantium and diamonds are just an old hammer."

"Shut up!" Bruno snapped, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Can you shut your mouth quietly like Imrik!"

"Why do you need me, friend?" the dark elf asked with a teasing change of subject.

Bruno cleared his throat. "That kid," he said softly.Drizzt saw a lump in Bruenor's throat, holding him back from his next mocking words.

"He was free in winter," Bruno went on, "and he hasn't been trained well. He's stronger than anyone I've ever seen, and he's as light as a running deer. The method is still very jerky.”

Drizzt nodded thoughtfully. It seems that his dwarf friend really has deep feelings for that barbarian boy. Maybe, this is an intergenerational relative?

The dark elf secretly guessed, smiled and agreed: "No problem, my friend, I will pass on all I have learned all my life to him."

The dwarf told Imrik and Drizzt to wait in the room. He went out and brought back a barbarian boy. , Jagged blond beard.

Wulfgar walked into the room, and when he saw Imrik, he shuddered, the face of the nightmares that had appeared in his dreams countless times in the past. Ten towns away, the mage hung on the Sky, easily and freely harvested the lives of his own kindred, and his companions who were ten times stronger than him were as weak as ants in front of the mage.

Imrik smiled and looked at the barbarian boy in front of him without speaking. He saw the fear in his eyes and knew that he was a lucky man on the battlefield, but so what, war is always cruel and blind, No one is right or wrong, only different positions.

Bruno saw that Wulfgar was choking like he was dumb and didn't speak, he patted him on the back and said, "Don't just stand there, this is the master I found for you, from today onwards, you will tell him Learn martial arts, and obey his orders as you would me!"

Wulfgar saw the dark elf that the dwarf was referring to, and the barbarian boy who was angry at seeing his perennial nightmare said angrily, "As long as you are happy, I am just your slave anyway."

"Your heart is as wild as a tundra," Bruno said with a smile. "You have never been and will never be a slave to any human or dwarf!"

Wulfgar's defenses crumbled at the compliment, which was unlikely to come from the mouth of a dwarf.He wanted to answer, but didn't know what to say.

"I never considered you a slave, boy," Bruno continued. "You worked under me to pay for the sins of your people, and I taught you a lot in return. Let go of the resentment in your heart now, the war is over."

"You are a good blacksmith and have a keen sense for stone, but you do not belong to the mines of the dwarves. Now is the time for you to feel the sun on your face again. Promise me, no matter what, don't let me die because of the previous generation. Hatred has made my life miserable, Wulfgar." The dwarf said, looking at the boy with rare tenderness.

"I won't do that," Wulfgar replied firmly. "When my period of obligation to you is over, I will leave here completely free to do whatever I like!"

"Fair enough," agreed Bruenor, Wulfgar's stubborn ego adding to the respect the dwarves held for him.He paused to examine the proud young warrior, and found himself relieved at the role he had played in Wulfgar's upbringing.

"You hit me on the head with your stinky flagpole and broke it." Bruno began to say with some hesitation.He cleared his throat.This last step in the matter made the tough dwarf uncomfortable.He wasn't sure he could do it without showing emotion or stupidity.

"When your agreement with me expires, it will be winter. I can't let you go out into the wilderness without a weapon." He said quickly, and brought the warhammer.

"Aegis' Fang," he said gruffly as he tossed the hammer to Wulfgar. "I will not impose any restrictions on your will, but for the sake of my conscience, I hope you can swear that you will never harm any residents of Ten-Towns!"

As Wulfgar's hand approached the adamantine handle, he felt the value of this magical hammer. He had never seen a weapon as finely crafted and powerful as the Fang of Aegis.

The gift that the dwarf feigned impatience finally opened the barbarian's heart. He took another look at the black-robed mage smiling at him. The face that appeared in his nightmares day and night didn't seem so scary. up.

"I swear." Wulfgar stuttered, overwhelmed by the terrific gift, speechless.He managed to calm himself before he could continue, but by the time he could look away from the hammer, Bruenor was gone.

The dwarf stomped down the long corridor to leave his room, muttering to himself, cursing himself for being weak, and wishing not to meet his own kind.

Bruno looked around carefully, then wiped his wet gray eyes.

"Give me the weapon." Imrik said, looking at the barbarian boy. Wulfgar glanced at the mage hesitantly. He was reluctant to part with this precious treasure that was poured into the dwarf's affection, but he didn't dare to resist the mage's order.

Wulfgar finally handed the hammer into the mage's hands, and Imrik smiled at him, the hand that held the hammer shining brightly.

[Magic Constancy - Gravity Orb], [Magic Constancy - Gravity Orb], [Magic Constancy - Gravity Orb].

The process of enchanting lasted for 10 minutes. Imrik bestowed the constant magic of the four-ring spell [Gravity Ball] three times for this warhammer at one time. From then on, this warhammer can use the warhammer position as the origin to cast [Gravity Ball] three times a day. 】.

Don't look at Imrik enchanting so easily, but he enchanted three fourth-level spells at once. If it is an ordinary ninth-level mage, I am afraid that his mental power will have collapsed seriously by this time, and he is on the verge of falling to the eighth level. It takes years of careful recovery to meditate back on the lost spiritual power.

Imrik threw it back to the barbarian and said, "Take it, I have enchanted it with a spell, and it will tell you how to use it."

The barbarian took the warhammer in a daze, and the treasure in his hand told him that he had undergone a huge change in the hands of the mage, and transformed into a real magic weapon ever since.

Wulfgar opened his mouth half-open, not knowing what to say. He always thought that he was surrounded by a group of enemies and worked in the dark like a slave, but now he found that the dwarves had carefully forged a powerful weapon for him. Even the once Nightmare stooped to imbue his weapons with powerful spells.

The heart of the barbarian boy was gently touched.

　Finally replaced the experience value with a reasonable explanation, there should be no bugs, the form of expression is the same as the experience value, and the principle of action is also very reasonable.

　　
　
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