Arcane Journey

Chapter 375 Prophet Dakasang

An elegant elf appeared out of nowhere in Brian's sight.

His long golden hair was combed back meticulously, a stag with striking horns was printed on the white leather armor, and the slender sword blade hung from his waist.

I saw him looking at Brian expressionlessly, with a ruthless chill shining in his deep dark green eyes.

Brian was about to open his mouth to ask, when he suddenly found that the other party pulled out the phantom-like lightsaber seemingly slowly but extremely quickly, and then slashed diagonally to the lower right, posing a starting gesture, and the next moment, he Without warning, it turned into a shadow and rushed forward.

Swordsman's sword skills?

Seeing the elf's attack, a trace of surprise flashed in Brian's eyes.

However, he quickly restrained himself, and with a wave of his staff, a scorching fireball emerged out of thin air, and immediately exploded, turning into a little rain of fire, and swaying forward overwhelmingly.

Right now, he wasn't quite sure whether this strange elf was an enemy or a friend. There was some misunderstanding between the two sides, so Brian didn't use his full strength.

In his opinion, the elf swordsinger who was rushing forward could not resist his own move at all.

For melee professionals, the most difficult thing for them to parry is the large-scale attack spell like the one he just cast.

In the face of this overwhelming scorching rain, it is very difficult to fight a way out of this encirclement net.

But what Brian didn't expect was that at the moment when the elven swordsinger was about to enter his spell range, he turned his body gracefully, as if he had completely seen through the rain of fire used to confuse him, and wiped away.

The scene in front of him made Brann quite surprised. He didn't expect him to be able to see at a glance that his fire rain was just an illusion, and he still kept the real killing move.

At this moment, the elven swordsinger who avoided the range of the spell immediately stabbed forward. The blade wrapped in shadow energy made no sound, like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, biting someone abruptly.

At this time, the venomous snake lurking in the darkness finally struck out, stretching out its sharp teeth towards its prey.

What a great speed!

Seeing the shadow suddenly appearing beside him, Brian was startled, activated the flashing technique instantly, and disappeared in place out of thin air.

The moment he appeared, the elf swordsinger moved again.

Accompanied by the sound of the high-pitched sword cry, a faint light appeared on the dim long sword in his hand, and with the wave of the elves, light spots whizzed out like a storm, overwhelming towards Brian like a wave. Overwhelmed.

Bryan didn't choose to dodge, and put up the defensive barrier in a calm manner.

He stood calmly on the spot, raised the staff in his hand and waved lightly, a huge net woven by dancing electric lights descended from the sky, covering the elf swordsinger.

Ever since he mastered the two professional specialties of "Arcane Shaping" and "Arcane Control", and his strength has reached a medium legend, Brian has already possessed the ability to manipulate spells more flexibly.

This ability allows the spells he releases to be cast without having to follow the rules in the list of spells.

The spells he releases will always produce unique effects under the manipulation of his mind.

Just like the power grid he released at this moment, it is completely a combination of the second-level spell "Spider Web" and the third-level spell "Lightning Beam".

At the moment when the flashing purple net was about to cover the Elf Swordsinger, the opponent swung his sword, and violent air waves burst out from the sword light, and then collided with the grid, erupting with a deafening roar Voice.

But at this moment, a crisp low hum suddenly sounded.

Then, Brian was keenly aware that a turquoise shadow was passing through the power grid, quickly attacking him.

Seeing this, his expression couldn't help changing. Obviously, he didn't expect this turquoise light and shadow to pass through the tiniest gap in the grid he released.

In desperation, Brian had no choice but to close the guiding power grid, and solemnly propped up a thick wind wall made of wind elements, intending to forcibly resist the exquisite sword skills of the swordsinger.

And at the same time as he put away the power grid for defense, the bird of soul that looked like an arrow hawk spread its wings and soared, crashing head-on into the wind wall propped up by Bryan.

"boom!"

The moment the two moves condensed by wind elemental energy collided, a violent gust of wind blew up on the ground, causing the entire hall to shake slightly, even Brian and the elf swordsinger were shaken and could not help but retreat took two steps.

But the eagle-like soul bird didn't dissipate because of this, on the contrary, because of this collision, the wind elemental power around him became stronger and stronger.

But the bird didn't intend to continue attacking. Instead, it hovered in mid-air, as if gathering strength. Obviously, it was not unscathed from the collision just now.

"interesting."

Seeing this situation, Brian narrowed his eyes slightly, and at the same time waved the staff in his hand, the gorgeous light that contained the dispelling magic energy suddenly tore through the gust of wind that almost blinded people.

Immediately afterwards, the high-pitched sword song sounded again.

As the elven swordsinger waved bright flames with the sharp blade in his hand, the surrounding temperature rose in the blink of an eye, and dark red ripples flickered in the air.

Then, with the sound like a loud dragon's roar, the blazing flames swept across the ground suddenly, and swept past like a wave under the strong wind.

At the same time, under the deep roar of the dragon, a giant dragon that was only the size of a calf but full of fire appeared from it. It roared angrily, vibrated its wide dragon wings, splashed flying sparks, and opened its mouth. Fangs and claws rushed towards Brian.

The elven swordsinger also flickered, turning into an afterimage, and the long sword attacked Brian's side afterward.

"This swordsinger has two brushes." Seeing this, Brian thought to himself.

Not only did the opponent master three different styles of sword songs at the same time, but one of them was actually the Dragon School sword song that had been completely lost since the fall of Myth Drano.

After all, as a product of the combination of martial arts and magic, sword singers' sword songs of various styles are often passed down from generation to generation by mentors in small schools in various places.

Among them, even the latest sword song has at least hundreds of histories.

However, due to the elves' long life span, the originators of these styles may still be able to teach their own skills in person.

Most swordsinger schools are located on Evermeet or Evereska, although Myth Drannor once had a school, but the destruction of the city has scattered the surviving apprentices around the world.

Brian was not in the mood to think about where these lost sword songs came from. For him, the immediate crisis was more important.

Although this kind of thing is unlikely to kill him, as a great arcanist whose strength has reached the middle legendary level, if he is forced to this point, it will be very embarrassing.

So facing the attack of the elven swordsinger, Brian just snorted coldly, then waved his staff, and the overwhelming purple grid and wind wall barrier appeared again, abruptly blocking the dragon's attack.

But this did not make the giant dragon transformed from the sword song feel any fear.

Facing Brian's counterattack, it just hovered high in the sky, arched its body, swooped down suddenly, and then opened its mouth that was burning with flames.

"boom!"

The scorching dragon flames sprayed from the dragon's mouth and swept towards Brian's whole body.

Facing the engulfing flames, Brian sacrificed the arcane fire in his body through his ability to control the fire element.

In an instant, the brilliance suddenly appeared!

The Austrian fire with blue and white flames just flickered slightly, and for the menacing flame, this flicker was like a bolt of lightning in a violent storm.

Dazzling, but not long lasting.

In just a split second, it disappeared into the raging flames.

However, this is enough.

Because the flames that swept over were all extinguished suddenly.

There was no warning, and even the Elven Swordsinger couldn't see clearly what happened. He only saw a ray of light flashing past in the flame, and then the flame disappeared instantly, except for the blackened ceiling and the air that was heading toward Apart from the little sparks flying around, it seemed that the terrible dragon's breath just now didn't exist at all.

Although Brian stopped the attack of the flame dragon, he didn't have time to stop the elf swordsinger and the phantom of the arrow eagle who attacked again after circling around.

At this moment, the elf, who was aware of the change, had no intention of retreating at all. On the contrary, he gritted his teeth fiercely, retracted his long sword, and stabbed forward again.

Explosive Blade, activate.

The circling light blade flew again, attacking Brian.

The arrow eagle phantom transformed from pure wind elements also received the order of the elf swordsinger at the same time, flapped its wings, slid across the sky, and flew towards the lower right side of Brian.

The flame dragon, which missed a hit, backed up again, crossed the phantom of the arrow eagle, and rushed to Brian's left side.

The breath of flames spread in the air, and under the claws of the giant flame dragon, four bright sparks followed behind the hunter.

"So it's not three, but four sword songs." Brian was once again surprised by this mysterious elven swordsinger.

But what puzzled him was that the opponent's strength was obviously around the middle legendary level, and he also mastered four powerful sword songs, so why his attack seemed a bit rigid.

Of course, even if the attack is rigid, it is quite threatening to Brian.

If it was an ordinary professional, facing the three-sided attack of the elf swordsinger, he would definitely be at a loss or choose to attack the swordsinger first by shooting the man first, but Brian's choice was completely different.

It wasn't the elven swordsinger he found first.

I saw him unhurriedly raising his staff, and an instant nine-ring spell "Madunken's Disintegration" accurately hit the flaming dragon trying to sneak attack from his side.

A burst of destructive energy suddenly locked onto the figure of the flaming dragon, causing it to directly turn into roaring flames in the midst of angry wailing.

Then, Brian took the opportunity to release another nine-ring spell "Black Blade of Calamity".

A huge dark crack appeared in front of Brian, and then a dark long sword formed of dimensional space cut through the space and appeared in front of the phantom of the arrow eagle, completely sealing off its attack.

And just when the phantom of the arrow eagle under attack was swept down by the calamity black blade, and fell unsteadily downward, a fireball that was condensed to the extreme by Brian accurately hit and shattered. on the blade of light.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the wave of flames instantly lifted the elven swordsinger who had arrived by surprise, and smashed them hard on the wall.

And the sharp sword in the hand of the elf swordsinger couldn't withstand the huge impact and was completely shattered, breaking into several pieces and flying away.

At this moment, Brian launched a counterattack, and the staff in his hand flashed again. Hundreds of fist-sized meteors, like a swarm of galloping locusts, submerged towards the elf swordsinger.

However, to Brian's surprise, the elf swordsinger was not nervous in the face of such a battle. He just raised his right hand and made a gesture of grasping it in the void, and then his mind moved.

"Ouch-!!!"

The flaming dragon that was defeated by Brian using the "Maduncan Disintegration Technique" unexpectedly condensed into shape in mid-air, and let out a loud howl.

Then it swooped forward fiercely, its entire body wrapped in raging flames, and it rushed straight to Brian who was not far away.

But this time, Brian was finally not polite anymore.

He snorted coldly, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the light reappeared, and with just a flash in front of his eyes, the flaming dragon condensed by the dragon school sword song completely dissipated in the air.

Then, he immediately activated the Arcane Sequence, overwhelming the sky with brilliant magic, mercilessly submerging the phantoms of the Elf Swordsinger and Arrowhawk, and dissipating without a trace.

Looking at the empty hall, Brian nodded thoughtfully.

As he expected, this mysterious elven swordsinger was not a real person, but more like a phantom condensed by some kind of magic.

He didn't waste any more time, and continued walking towards the depths of the Windsong Tower.

During the time of walking, for Brian, it can be described as extremely thrilling.

In addition to the elf swordsinger who just caused him a little trouble, he also encountered elf rangers, elf wanderers, elf warriors and elf priests.

These phantoms are all the same person except for their different clothing and professional characteristics.

What surprised Brian the most was that the strength of these phantoms were all around the middle legendary level, and each phantom brought him a lot of trouble.

After solving five phantoms in a row, Brian walked to the deepest part of the Tower of Windsong, a tall tower made entirely of ancient oak trees.

The room's cracked wooden floors reeked of damp and mustiness, and the curved exterior walls were framed with large cloud-like glass panels that looked out into the treetops.

Every breeze that moves the leaves outside these windows seems to create a draft of air.

A tree trunk forms the central pillar of the room, with leafy branches taking up much of the interior.

Carved trees, animals and birds adorn the room's wooden walls, and a mural shows a blond-haired elven mage gazing into a crystal ball.

The appearance of the elf mage was obviously the same person as the phantom Brian encountered.

Most of the murals on the walls are made of wood, its natural texture and color presenting scenes in shades of tan, ivory, sepia and brown.

The crystal ball that the mage gazes at is a disc of the purest blue quartz.

Ferns, mosses and flowering vines grow profusely on and around a clever set of large rocks at the center of this circular room.

The stone comes in many colors and textures, and in the eastern part of the room, there are a few upholstered chairs and low tables, most of which look dilapidated.

Brian also noticed a graceful staircase that curved down in the south-west section of the room and another that curved up in the northwest section.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up cautiously.

Upon entering the second-floor room, the first thing Brian sees are three 10-foot-tall bookcases housed in alcoves in the walls of the brightly lit room.

A leather-covered table and set of straight-backed chairs sit in the center of the room.The bookshelves looked like they were only about two-thirds full, and the desk was full of neatly stacked torn books.

Just when Brian was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a blond male elf in a long green cloak, whose graceful figure rose from the floor beneath his feet like a phantom.

The elf's age is difficult to judge, but his solemn expression and deep, wise eyes suggest that wisdom is acquired the hard way.

"I feel like I already know you," he said. "You can call me Dakasan, the ruins of this school are my territory."

Dakasan's words echoed in Brian's head, "My other selves roughed you up, and you persisted admirably. Shall we stop bickering and talk?"

Brian nodded slightly and followed Dakasan's suggestion.

For this elf mage, he has gradually learned the true identity of the other party during the exploration of Myth Draenor.

So, he sat patiently in the room and started asking the elf mage questions.

After talking with Dakasang, Brian learned that the other party turned out to be the last elder of the Tower of Windsong, Prophet Dakasang, who mainly served as the guardian and watchman of the Tower of Windsong.

He was the one who predicted the demise of Myth Draenor at the beginning, but the Council of Elders of the Windsong Tower didn't pay attention to it, and naturally they didn't avoid this terrible disaster in the end.

What surprised Brian even more was that Dakasan was different from other elves who turned into ghosts or Benor Lich after death when Myth Draenor was destroyed. He chose to fuse with the Tower of Windsong and become a tower similar Spirit-like existence.

Dakasan has been dedicated to protecting the secrets and treasures of the Tower of Windsong.

Since few adventurers or evil people have attempted to explore the ruins of Myth Drannor over the centuries, Dakasan, who is a tower spirit, has gradually developed the habit of sleeping often.

It is for this reason that when the Lost Lady's seekers invaded the Tower of Windsong, they avoided Dakasan by surprise and briefly contained him.

But it also self-defeating, awakening Dakasang from his deep sleep.

After the Lost Lady's followers escaped with the Nether Scrolls, Dakasan took stock of the damage they had done and performed extensive repairs, even creating five projections to guard the Tower of Windsong.

Because he used divination spells to perform several secret divinations on Myth Drannor, and he was surprised to find that the city would rise again in the future.

Although he knows many secrets, he is unwilling to reveal himself, and can only use dream spells to hint at what happened to the Tower of Windsong, and the lost scroll of Nether.

When Bryan entered the Tower of Windsong, Dakasan became aware of his presence almost immediately, and used a projected clone of himself to test out Bryan's reality.

"Then do you know why the followers of the Lost Lady steal... the Scroll of Nether?"

After listening to Dakasang's narration, Brian was silent for a long time and asked, "What is their purpose of stealing the scroll?"

"I don't know." Dakasang shook his head slightly, "These followers of the Lost Lady not only stole the scroll, but also completely destroyed the Temple of the Mysterious Lady in the Tower of Windsong, so I suspect their purpose of stealing the scroll, It is brewing a conspiracy against the goddess of magic."

"If possible," he said, "I hope Your Excellency will stop their plan, retrieve the scroll, and return it to the Tower of Windsong."

"As far as I know, this set of scrolls doesn't seem to belong to your elves." Brian pondered for a moment, looked at Dakasang with deep eyes, and said word by word: "It belongs to Netheril. .”

"Indeed, descendants of Netheril." Facing Brian's inquiry, Dakasan said calmly:
"However, this set of scrolls is different from the other set of scrolls. The knowledge recorded in this scroll is even more terrifying than the apotheosis spell performed by the great arcanist Karthus. It will bring unimaginable disasters to the entire world, so it is called We are sealed in the Tower of Windsong."

"Perfect excuse." Brian commented calmly, not bothering to argue this issue with him, and continued:
"The purpose of my coming here is to stop the Lost Lady's conspiracy against the mysterious lady. Of course, if I have the opportunity, I will return the lost Nether Scroll to its original owner."

When he spoke, he bit the words "return things to the original owner" very hard.

"Thank you so much, young Netherilite."

I don't know if Dakasang could hear the double meaning of Brian's words. He stood up, saluted him respectfully, and said sincerely:

"Now I have completely merged with the Tower of Windsong, so I can't stay away from Myth Draenor, the young great arcanist. If there is anything I can do, please feel free to ask. I will definitely help."

"Since you have said so, I will not be polite." Brian thought for a moment, looked up at the elf mage who was like a phantom, and said:

"Through the battle just now, I understand that you can create five projections with self-awareness at the same time, and they will not be backlashed. I am very interested in the knowledge of this consciousness projection."

When he learned that Dakasan could have five projections with medium-level legendary strength at the same time, and would not be backlashed into the main consciousness due to self-consciousness, he immediately thought of Helliste, who practiced the psionic full-strength secret method.

Today, it seems that this female elf has not fully integrated with the fifth personality, so he wants to get this knowledge from Dakasang to see if it can help Hellist.

"No problem." Dakasan agreed to Brian's request without thinking, and he said slowly:
"For a long time, the elders of the Tower of Windsong have been seeking to create various illusions to preserve and spread their knowledge, and to increase their own strength. In the past century, I have finally penetrated the mystery of it, this book not only records the knowledge you need, but also the understanding of the illusion school by the elders of the Tower of Windsong."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and swiped in the void, a thick book appeared in his hand, and controlled it to float in front of Brian.

After Brian took the book, he didn't check it, but put it away directly, and continued, "We may not be able to guess what the purpose of the Lost Lady's followers stealing the Nether scroll, but one person is very It is possible to know that, if she can be found, it will be of great help in stopping the plans of the Missing Lady."

"Who?" Dakasan asked Brian with a thoughtful look.

"Olgasila the Crazy." Bryan said:
"She used to be a member of the Tower of Windsong. Because she touched the secret of the lost lady, she disappeared forever. Don't tell me, you don't know anything about it."

"So that's the case, why didn't I think of it." After listening to Brian's explanation, Dakasang showed a look of surprise. He looked at Brian and told him the origin of the madman, "Ogasila didn't die, but hide in Evereska."

"Efriska?" Brian froze on the spot when he heard the words, and muttered to himself, "It turned out to be Efreska..."

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(End of this chapter)