Arcane Journey

Chapter 351 Lalock's Chessboard
More than a dozen crimson and bright green flashes appeared in the vast white mist.

Dazzling light rolled in the white mist, seeming to be irritated by the blue-white cracks.

In the blink of an eye, with the rays of light similar to the teleportation circle flickering one after another, the Benor Liches appeared in the sight of Brian and Ilsevery one by one.

The beno liches opened their eyes wide in bewilderment, as if they didn't understand what was going on at all. One by one, like a group of curious babies, they turned their heads to stare at the two of Brian, and then stretched out their withered blue arms , lifted up.

They didn't point to Brian and Ilsevery, but to the largest red-green crack in the thick white mist.

Accompanied by the movements of the Benor Liches, the cracks they point to split open from the mist, like a giant clam reluctantly opening its shell.

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched and weird wail sounded along their arms, and when the sound reached the edge of the gradually widening crack, it resonated instantly.

"This voice sounds really weird." Brian's expression sank slightly, and he looked at the female elf beside him, "What's going on here?"

Benor Liches are all undead creatures transformed from elves, and they belong to the rare good or neutral camp. Their purpose of staying in the material world is to protect elf civilization.

At this moment, with so many elves and liches suddenly appearing in front of him, Brian was a little hard to understand. He secretly guessed that Ilsevelli next to him might understand the reason.

After all, she is a high elf born on Yongju Island and the leader of the expeditionary force, so she naturally has a deeper understanding of elf civilization.

"That's right, I'm the one who has the most right to speak at this time." Ilsevery looked at those Benor Liches thoughtfully, as if thinking of something, her face changed slightly, and said to him :

"This is the Song of the Myth that protects Myth Draenor. It is this strange song that attracts all the supreme guards guarding the Tower of Windsong. It seems that something must have happened to Myth Draenor I have an ominous feeling about things."

Brian frowned: "You are not talking nonsense. From the moment I entered the Realm of the Magic Web, this ominous premonition has been lingering in my heart."

Hearing his complaints, the female elf rolled her eyes.

Brian ignored it, and suddenly realized a problem.

Could the storm that brought them to this Magic Web Realm, where time flows fast, also be a conspiracy of the followers of the Lost Lady.

If so, it would be terrible.

They took advantage of this period of time to use the restored floating city to attack the Kingdom of Cormyr, which made Brian feel very troublesome, but now it seems that they are still plotting the Tower of Windsong deep in the ruins of Myth Drannor.

The Tower of Windsong belonged to the highest school of magic in the period of the Comanthor Empire where the elves used to be, and it has trained countless high-level elf mages.

Even though the elves abandoned Myth Draenor, who was turned into ruins, and most of them moved to the remote Isle of Evermeet, the Tower of Windsong still has many Benorwitches who are called the "Supreme Guardian" by the elves. The demon guards.

Now it seems that the believers of the Lost Lady are likely to plot something again.

Is there anything in the Tower of Windsong that can attract their attention?

For Brian, this was completely blank.

Because these are things that are beyond the plot of the game, he can only quickly speculate in his mind what may happen next.

It is said that there is another set of resistant scrolls hidden in the depths of the Tower of Windsong, which are completely preserved in the form of golden beech wood.

If this is the case, then the purpose of the Church of Shar is very likely to be this Nether Scroll.

It's just their purpose of seizing the Nether scroll, and what is it for?
Just when Brian was puzzled, a bang and a bright flash interrupted his thinking.

He saw the group of steel warriors who were motionless, turned to face the crack, trampled on the smoking lich remains on the ground, and walked over.

"I suddenly remembered something." Ilsaville, who was standing beside Brian with a sword, said depressedly while observing vigilantly:

"At first, I didn't plan to come to Shadow Valley to support, but I only sent Severil. At that time, I was resting in the tree of entanglement in Comanthor, and then the storm suddenly appeared, asking me to go with her voluntarily. Who remembers , why should I come..."

Brian ignored the elf's nonsense, and he saw a figure stepping out of the crack of the green flame.

This tall, dark and frightening figure stood motionless in the center of the ripples of the power of mysia, and seemed to be covered in the looming circling ripples, and the energy endlessly changed its strange shape.

Among the hovering mystic magic, the lich became darker and taller obviously.

It silently stared at Brian and Ilsevery. Compared with the lich they had seen before, this lich was more complete and powerful. It looked like a powerful black-robed wizard, except for the skin color. Pale than the undead.

"Gods of Seldarine, let Mystara protect me at this time." Ilsevery murmured, "Don't tell me, this guy is Laroque."

"no!"

Brian replied calmly, feeling the puzzled eyes of the female elf, and said in an uncertain tone, "How should I put it, at least when I saw him, he didn't look like this."

"When it's over, my friend Brian."

At this time, Ilsevery was still in the mood to joke, "If Mystra gives us a chance to talk, I hope to hear some answers from you, I believe you will say it."
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Brian smiled: "Then I'll borrow your good words."

At this moment, the Iron Warrior clattered towards the black-robed lich, and they passed by Brian, meeting in front of the shadow.

It seems that this lich that suddenly appeared is a head taller than the tallest one among the Iron Warriors.

"Did you see it?" Brian looked at the Benorch who was floating around the black-robed lich with a face full of reluctance, and said to the female elf, "It is this group of forcibly summoned Benorch that surged all over their bodies. The energy that was released made this black-robed lich appear in front of us."

"That's why we need to stop the Benor Lich." Ilsevery clenched the ancient elven sword tightly and said through gritted teeth:
"Regardless of whether they are the supreme guards of the Tower of Windsong, and no matter what they are going to do, they can only provide energy to that black-robed villain, and they must be stopped!"

"It seems that your mind is quite clear." Brian gave her a surprise look.

Accompanied by a scream, a large group of silver flames suddenly spewed out from the thick white mist.

The moment the silver flame was extinguished, the Lich's spell actually took effect.

A silver fireball the size of a washbasin, trailing its trail, hit the head of a steel warrior first with a whoosh.

"boom!"

Amidst the explosion of the fireball, a turbulent heat wave rushed towards his face, and the Iron Warrior was blown to pieces like a fragile puppet.

"Fuck!"

Seeing this situation, Ilsevelli restrained her mocking smile, and couldn't help but swear in a low voice.

"Damn it! The spell actually works, Mystra will cry when she sees it."

She roared: "Who can tell me, what is going on? Didn't you want me to believe Mystra? Why is my spell useless? Why can this lich cast spells!"

No one paid any attention to the cursing female elf. With two loud bangs, two more steel warriors were smashed to pieces. Brian hurriedly dragged the angry elf to the ground.

At this time, anyone who is an apprentice wizard can see that the reason why this powerful lich can release magic is the energy provided by the group of controlled Benoir liches.

In the white space, deadly steel shards splashed everywhere, and Brian saw a gear in the mist bounce on the ground, and then disappeared without a sound, as if stuck in a quagmire.

The next spell had no silver flames at all, the white fog was blown away by the turbulent air waves, and the four spheres quickly shot into the group of advancing Iron Warriors, making a deafening explosion and a powerful and dazzling fire.

"Very good." Ilsevelli finally calmed down, and looked at the shattered Iron Warrior, "At least we've already laid down, and it's easy to lie down and die."

As soon as the words fell, the second meteor shower rumbled, debris rained down, and twisted gear parts flew around without a trace.

Brian and Ilsevery stood up from the ground. Looking at the black smoke and drifting fog, he said in a low voice, "I have to say, this hand is really beautiful..."

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt the black-robed wizard fix his icy eyes on himself, and in the blink of an eye, four spheres appeared in the mist, dragging dazzling sparks and shooting towards him.

——"Cursefire Vortex!"

Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately activated the curse fire. Two flame swirls shining with blue and white flames rose from the ground, and greeted the four spheres with a hiss.

The moment the sphere hit the curse fire vortex, the flames of the vortex were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and suddenly rose nearly twice as high.

And Brian also felt an extremely hot energy flooding his whole body in an instant, as if he was suddenly thrown into the scorching heat to bake.

He immediately realized that this warning that the energy of the curse fire was approaching the critical point, if he continued like this, he might end up exploding and dying.

Thinking of this, Brian endured the pain like a flame burning his body. In the blink of an eye, he exhausted all his strength and mental awareness to control the ever-increasing curse fire vortex, and pushed him towards the black-robed lich.

"It turned out to be cursed fire!"

Feeling the roaring two tornado-like pillars of fire rushing towards him, the pale wrinkled skin of the black-robed lich clinging to the bones was startled slightly, and then with a thought, the two shells closest to him surrounded him. The Nuo Lich was instantly seized by a terrifying force, turning into a stream of silver-white magical energy, which merged into the body of the black-robed Lich.

When the flame vortex approached, a surge of energy suddenly erupted from the black-robed lich's body, collided with the vortex, and made a violent explosion.

Accompanied by a deafening roar sounded.

In an instant, a frightening wave of air spread from the center of the explosion.

Whether it was the Lich and Benor Lich, or Brian and Ilsevery, they were all thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

"This time, let's see what other means you have to block my attack." The shriveled chest of the black-robed lich who fell to the ground heaved and heaved violently, like a broken bellows.

He floated up from the ground at a slow speed, looked at Bryan who was struggling to get up, and sneered, "The feeling of overloading the curse fire is not good, it's okay, I will let you experience exploding and dying taste."

Brian stood up from the ground with the support of Ilsevelli beside him. As the other party said, the feeling was really uncomfortable, so that his whole body still seemed to be roasted by flames. It hurts so much.

If he hadn't insisted on relying on his strong consciousness, he might have passed out on the spot.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Accompanied by the Lich's sneer, four washbasin-sized energy light balls condensed into shape in his hands, as if to impress the two of them to experience the coming of death, the light ball rose to the top of the Lich's head at a slow speed , and then like a floating balloon, it floated towards the two of them.

But in Brian's view, this is more like the performance of the black-robed lich losing its strength. Obviously, the explosion of the curse fire just now also caused him to be severely injured.

"It looks like we are going to say goodbye forever, my friend." Looking at the approaching ball of light, Ilsaville's face was as pale as paper, and she whispered in despair, "I never thought that I would return to the kingdom of Avandor in this way. .”

Brian stood there calmly, staring at the death ball approaching.

He knew that the two of them had been locked by the ball of light, and avoiding it meaninglessly would only waste energy, so he had to find a way to resist.

This was the second time in the Realm of the Magic Web that he experienced death so close to him. Even so, he did not give up and prepared to make a desperate fight.

When four washbasin-sized spheres of energy floated above their heads, the spheres flashed—a harbinger of an explosion.

Brian immediately prepared to forcefully activate the curse fire again, but the energy ball suddenly stopped, and then spun in vain.

This weird situation caused Brian and Lich to show puzzled expressions at the same time.

The moment he looked up, he suddenly found that above the four energy spheres, at some point, four silver spheres had appeared, exuding a faint silver glow like a bright moon.

The faint light flickering from the ball of light fell down like moonlight, enveloping the Lich's energy ball and forcibly controlling it.

These spheres also had long trails, floating over from where the storm and Simbu were before.

The buzzing silk thread was looming, the silver ball was like a clenched fist, and the four shooting stars of the Lich disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

At the same time, many buzzing silver threads shot out from the two silk threads, interweaved into a large net, and rushed towards Brian and Irsevery.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson flash erupted under the silver light, and the lich showed a trace of panic. He stood beside the silk thread and stared at them viciously.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Ilsevery muttered to herself.

Brian secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It has to be said that the feeling of surviving after the catastrophe is really good.

The lich turned its head and stared at Ilsevelli, and shot out magic power from its fingers again, trying to attack the female elf, but the silver ball of light in the air shone dazzlingly and blocked it.

At this time, there was a bigger flash and roar from behind this sudden wall.

The white silk thread began to twist outwards, and the black shadow of the Lich was frightened and quickly retracted, trying to attack the silk thread where the storm was before.

But the silk thread grew arms strangely, no, it stretched out the arm of the storm, and released countless silver silk threads, entwining the lich like a spindle, tightly holding it still.

The face of Stormy, the elector of the Goddess of Magic, was also revealed. Her eyes were closed tightly, her expression looked painful and distorted, and the blood vessels on her neck protruded like blades.

At the same time, the lich who was entangled in the silk thread was struggling desperately.

Dragging his exhausted body, Brian and Ilsevili ran over quickly, and the two sharp swords pierced the Lich's body at the same time.

Accompanied by the puffing sound of sharp blades piercing into shriveled flesh, the Lich wailed in pain, and the silver thread wrapped around him shimmered suddenly, causing him to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The lich shuddered, trying in vain to turn and catch the storm, melting as his fingers turned into long, curved claws, as long as Brian's arm.

The moment the storm tightened its slender and slender fingers into a fist, the Lich was like a crushed egg, shattered in an instant, and finally collapsed completely, dissipating in the air, leaving only the trembling storm, she seemed exhausted All the strength, sweat dripping, panting.

"Storm!" Ilsevery yelled and ran towards her, "Tell me, what is this..."

Storm shook his head and tried hard to speak, but in the end he just gasped, "I want to summon..."

Before she finished speaking, the intense trembling made her overwhelmed.

Finally, she waved Ilsevelli away, and then sank back into the thread, turning into a smooth white substance again.

Looking at the disappearing storm, the female elf's expectant expression froze on her face, and then her plump chest heaved rapidly. At this moment, she looked like a female leopard on the verge of rage.

"I……"

Ilsevery was about to curse angrily when Brian suddenly patted her on the shoulder and interrupted her.

"She's back." He said, pointing there.

He meant that the pretty little elf with the blue hair was back.

She stepped out of a crack and pointed an arm at the Benorch.

It disappeared.

She raised her arm again, and another one disappeared.

Then she pointed to the next Benorch.

In this way, she dispelled more than a dozen Benorlichs and the mystical power they chanted one after another, and then more than a dozen red and green mouths appeared in the mist.

After she vanished in an instant, more liches stepped out of the new crack, their palms outstretched, and pairs of wide-eyed eyes looking around in panic.

These liches simply ignored Brian and Ilsevery, and only looked at the few remaining Benoirches who had not been dispelled, as if they did not exist.

Then, the liches uttered various curses, exchanged dark glances with each other, and began to cast spells—specifically, the spells cast when the Benor Lich appeared.

Brian immediately watched all this vigilantly, and forcibly grabbed Ilsevery's left hand, telling her not to be impulsive, and preventing her from dealing with the newly emerged lich.

At this moment, he has gradually got rid of the sequelae of the curse fire load, and he is still capable of fighting against this group of liches. He is very curious about what this group of liches who ignore them are going to do.

The spell released by the Lich was a strange magic that Brian was not familiar with.

When the spell is cast, the mist that floats around them dissipates, revealing an endless world of white silk, and a gleaming silver silk screen that covers them around and over their heads.

A few liches stood vigilantly and did not move, they narrowed their eyes and stared fiercely at the net.

The rest of the liches were still casting spells, waves of light were like will-o'-the-wisps, circling around the silk thread to search around.

"There are too few Benor Liches."

A lich roared, his voice full of doubts, "What happened to them, where did they go?"

It made a gesture in the direction of the two of Brian, "These bugs shouldn't be able to deal with a few Benor Liches, what's going on?"

In the following words, even Ilsevery, whose hearing was obviously stronger than Brian's, couldn't hear what the nearby Lich answered, only knowing that it was shouting angrily.

Although Brian couldn't hear what the lich said loudly next, there was a soft and pleasant whisper that got into his ears.

It was the female elf who had welcomed them here who was speaking, and he was almost certain that the elf was...

Ilsevery also heard that warm whisper, which made Brian faintly feel that this mysterious female elf had established a spiritual link with the two of them.

Because at this moment, Brian felt the thoughts of Ilsevery.

Her mind was like a bright and sharp sword, and her burning desire to rebuild Myth Drannold, as if the elves' former capital of the empire had been restored to its former prosperity.

In this way, the thoughts of the two began to collide with each other in the spiritual space, and Brian forced himself to remain calm so as not to reveal more of his inner thoughts to Ilsevelli.

"I need you to fight against Larocle's minions, please, they have lost their magic, they are just walking dead." The gentle voice of the mysterious female elf sounded.

"Lalock? We can't beat Lalock!" Ilsevery said depressed, her voice full of doubts, "They have lost their magic, and we have also lost their magic. Without magic, we can't beat so many liches!"

"Oh, you can." Whisper replied confidently: "Trust me, with my help, and the things Simbu is going to give you, you will definitely be able to win them."

"What about Laloquete? If he comes out, how will you protect us?" Brian asked the question he was most worried about.

He has already experienced the danger of being infinitely close to death twice in the realm of the magic net. Naturally, he dare not face Lalock, the unfathomable Nether old man.

"Don't worry, he won't show up."

The sweet and musical voice of the mysterious female elf, with a slightly playful smile, gave Brian the illusion that she was winking at him mischievously:
"Larroch, like Telamante, is playing a very big game of chess. This is just one of thousands of Larroch's pieces, and his every move is too calm, and he will never risk showing up easily, unless He believes that the price of losing the Lich is too high, so he accepts this fate."

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(End of this chapter)