Arcane Journey

Chapter 390 The Temple of Mount Talas

Halrua Kingdom, Mount Talas.

The belief in the magic kingdom of Halrua is mainly based on Mystra, the goddess of magic, and Azuth, the god of mages. The huge group of spellcasters makes it the largest temple of Mystra in the world.

In an inconspicuous corner outside the temple, with the light of the teleportation circle flickering, Brian's figure quietly appeared on the land of Haruha Kingdom.

Looking at the magnificent and magnificent temple in the distance, and the continuous stream of spellcasters on the steep and spacious steps, Brian sighed deeply.

In order not to affect his future plans for the Haruha Kingdom, he tried to avoid showing his face here, which made him think that it would take at least a few years before he would have time to set foot on this land.

Who ever thought that the plan could not keep up with the changes, and came here so soon.

And the reason why he was able to reach the land of the Magic Kingdom in an instant through the teleportation spell was entirely dependent on the help of Elder Haruah Arad.

To avoid attracting the attention of interested people, Brian put on the hood of his cloak, hid himself in the shadows, kept a low profile as much as possible, just like an ordinary wizard apprentice, silently walked towards the Temple of Mystra with a pious face.

After all, he had already learned about it from Elder Allard and the information he had in his previous life.

At this moment, Hallua is no longer the magic kingdom that was united as one. If the followers of the lost lady Shar, who was hidden in the dark, find themselves here, it will be more troublesome, and it may even affect his next steps. plan.

With the help of the golden dragon Paralandasque, he accidentally obtained information about one of the three creator races, the Sarukh witch-boa, in a notebook he found in Candlekeep.

Therefore, he deduced that the 'Earth Prophet' Acindor came from the Sarukh race, one of the three empires, the Isto Sefifer Empire.

This powerful empire not only waged a tragic battle for the survival of the race with the law-weaver organization known as the "interstellar colonizers", but even completely wiped out the kingdom of Felin Mokui, which is today's Underdark, also known as the Burial place.

The mages of the Yisto Sefifer Empire managed to divert the highest glaciers located in the northern part of the Ennook Desert, the once narrow sea, and flooded the rolling hills and surrounding areas now known as the Northland with sea water from east to west land.

Although the plan of this group of mages was successful, most of the Faerín magic sunflowers were wiped out, and the survivors also hid in the deepest part of the Underdark due to the fear of being chased by the Sarukh witches, but the large-scale climate change caused by magic, It also seems that a mass extinction of species has occurred, leading to the demise of the Isto Sefifer Empire.

Therefore, if Brian can find records about the Istosyfefe Empire, he can follow the clues and find the capital of the Istosyfefe Empire, the lost ancient city of Olem.

After all, there are many rumors claiming that the 'Earth Prophet' Acindor lived in seclusion in this lost city, waiting patiently for the opportunity to recover the Yisto Sefifer Empire.

"Boy, then I don't understand." The voice of the golden dragon Paralandax sounded in Brian's mind:

"Since we are going to look for information about the Isto Sefife Empire, why did you come to the temple of Goddess Mystra? Don't tell me that there are records about this in the library of these Haruah people. "

"Maybe, maybe we are lucky, and we really found it." Brian replied ambiguously, "You just think I'm here to try my luck."

"When we're lying, can't we pretend to be a little more serious?" Paralandax curled his lips and complained, "I can't even find the information in Candlekeep, and I still want to be a fool like Harua Do you think it is possible to find it somewhere?"

Brian smiled and didn't answer his question.

As Jinlong said, Haruah's library did not have any information about the Isto Sefifer Empire, but he knew another way to search for them.

In Brian's impression, the westernmost part of the Harua Kingdom is the Chuertan Peninsula.

It is a tropical rainforest, and the entire peninsula is dominated by ancient and primitive jungles. It is even rumored that this is the only habitat of the oldest giant reptile dinosaurs. Even the altar and temple of the dinosaur god are hidden in the The deepest part of the primeval jungle.

Another empire of Sarukh, Mershok, is located in the Chult Forest.

Mershok was also the last empire of the Sarukh shaman race, and there is still a relatively complete shaman minaret deep in the jungle.

Before Brian crossed over, he had heard of this mysterious and ancient steeple, which was accidentally discovered by some adventure-loving players.

It's a pity that at the beginning, he didn't care about these things that had nothing to do with him, which indirectly led to the fact that he didn't even know where the Wuzhu Minaret was.

Therefore, in order to find the location of this high tower as quickly as possible, Brian had to stop by Mount Talas in Harua for help.

When Brian stepped into the Mystra Temple surrounded by a light blue halo, he was surprised to find that a priest in a black robe and wearing a circle of seven blue and white stars with a symbol of red mist flowing out of the middle stopped him the way to go.

"Your Excellency, by the order of Goddess Mystra." He bowed slightly and said reverently, "I have been waiting here for a long time."

Brian stopped in his tracks and took a look at each other.

The priest has a young body and thick black hair, but his shoulders seem to be drooping heavily from centuries of magical research, so that his true age is exposed.

Apparently, this was due to priests who had successfully resisted aging.

"Please follow me." Before Brian could speak, the pastor took the initiative to say.

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the apse.

Brian glanced at the pastor thoughtfully, and immediately followed.

The two walked through the backyard of the temple in silence all the way, and saw an inconspicuous hut.

It was a rough stone house that looked like a stone beehive, low and round, with no windows, and Brian had to bend over to keep his head from hitting the door beams when he entered.

Inside was a dirt floor, hay beds, animal hides and blankets for warmth, a basin of water, a jug of unknown wine, some bread and cheese, a small fire, and two low chairs.

The pastor sat on one of them, lit a tallow candle on the table, looked at Brian, and said, "Can I stay a little longer, I think we should talk."

"If you want," Brian replied, pulling off his hood and sitting in the second chair.

"I heard that the floating city of Sacross has fallen. The priest stared at the flickering candles on the table, "Is that true that Prince Agrila was buried with him? "

"Indeed," said Bryan, and immediately commented, "He's a poor man who chose the wrong path."

"Poor man who chose the wrong path..." The pastor's expression was filled with sadness, he stood up, muttered to himself, and walked out in a daze.

"This human priest is a bit strange." The words of the golden dragon Paralandax sounded in Brian's mind, "I always feel that something is not quite right."

Brian withdrew his gaze from staring at the pastor's back, and said, "It's okay if something is wrong, because he was once a ghost."

Then, just when he was wondering what the pastor's real purpose in bringing him to this simple stone house was, suddenly, a ball of dancing flames emerged out of thin air, condensing into a human woman with dark floating long hair.

Seeing this, Brian suddenly realized something, got up quickly, and greeted the human woman with a slightly respectful expression.

She wears a plain but elegant gown of pale blue, of the finest silk, adorned with a webbed clasp of jewel-encrusted clasps.

Obviously, this person is the incarnation of Mystra, the goddess of magic.

That's what Brian is here for.

Because in the caves of Mount Talas, any spellcaster has the opportunity to find the answer he wants.

The answer Brian wanted was the exact location of the Wuzhu Spire.

He believes that at the critical moment when the Lost Lady is targeting the Goddess of Magic, the other party will never ignore Shar's conspiracy as if lying flat.

Of course, if Mystra, the goddess of magic, really ignored the conspiracy of the lost lady, so that Brian didn't get the answer he wanted.

Then he also just found an excuse for himself not to participate, to get out of this conspiracy, whether it is the magic net replacing the shadow magic net, or the shadow magic net replacing the magic net.

Immediately afterwards, a soft yet majestic voice echoed in Brian's heart like words recorded in advance:
Keep your head up, no need to panic.

I'm neither scary nor a goddess who can be described only by 'horrible'.

Seeing my form is like seeing what magic is.

I am Mystra.

The gods praised by the priests may be one or the other, but in Toril, 'magic' - but not the same - is known to all mortals, and it is a unique thing.

I am the Weaver of the Law, the Way of Ascension, the Way of Truth.

Facing the mortals I love, because I myself was one of you not too long ago, begging me to construct spells for them, or like wanting to eat the delicious children in the CD in one sitting , I have to show them the secret of it immediately, I have to be as cold as ice, sometimes.

And if I hand over the mysteries that I am born with and keep inside, and show and highlight their endless glory, among mortals, who can be familiar with and self-control?

Yes, if you think about the reason, you don't need to be afraid of me, because I really love your kind deeply.

I do not punish or reward the pleas of the timid, or the bold threats of a few, but according to necessity.

So think back to the moment when you felt alone, lost, and dark spells were about to befall you.Feel my mighty divine power, rolling and operating, although it is not aimed at you, it is still vast and vast enough to engulf you in a snap of your fingers, making you invisible and inaudible.

This power fell on you when I noticed you, and although you were awed by it, it didn't cost you your life.

I am always with you, and you are never alone.

I revolve with the movement of life, with the flow of wind and water, with the alternation of the sun and the moon, because magic is everywhere, so I am everywhere.

The magic net is vast and ever-changing, and it is a force that cannot be understood by the wisdom of ordinary people.

But as the years passed, every ounce of my energy was still rewarded preciously, so that the person who performed the spell could increase a bit of strength and gain a bit of insight.

Yet the well-informed often lose self-control.Power makes them set themselves on fire, distorts and corrupts them, and makes them erroneous, surly and vicious.

So there are tyrants who want to control all things, and liches who want to destroy all life. They have madness in their eyes and want to transform Toril into what they imagined to be in their hands.

The mages of our kingdom are good at destroying and destroying far more than supporting.

Because of this, we were stumbled by bad luck, ruined, and made thousands of lives miserable.

Mortals should know the pain caused by this darkness, and I feel the same way.

I work hard to dispel the haze, and make the souls of mortals unyielding like forging swords, so that they can grow a little bit of strength and add a little bit of insight.

For this project, I have too much time to take care of it. Fortunately, there are mortals like Miao Miao who can better understand and operate the arcane art better, and are good at self-control—or in this respect, they are a bit 'too much' self-control.

If these countable people are willing to help me, I count them as my voters.

They are so few in number.

Mortals are too easily overwhelmed by power, like a tool too easily damaged to be useful.

My work is born of love, so the people who help me should also be voluntary and love me deeply.

I will never force a waiter, never.

I will not be like my predecessor, just waiting helplessly.

I will give with love and never stop giving.

I oversee mana because of its possibilities, a danger to mortals, to gods, and to Toril.

All three have suffered greatly from the tearing and misuse of the Weave.

I resist this.

I am the guard of the magic net, and also the lover of the magic net.

Those mortals who serve me must be the best of the best, not missteps, love the Weave as much as I do, and understand it as well as they can—far better than anyone else.

When the voters assist me, they can feel the guidance of my hand, but it is as light as nothing. They can be happy, angry, sad, and happy like ordinary people, understand the magic net from their own perspective, and help me with their own methods.

Voters are so hard to pick.

Voters are so different, I've kept less than two handfuls of voters that my predecessors picked up.

My predecessor's grand feat—that Mystra, who never had the name of 'Midnight', turned to give birth to them after searching for the voters to no avail.

What I'm talking about is the Seven Sisters, who were born in Mystra's hands and raised for her needs, and are indispensable to me these days.

Mortals are wonderful and complicated things, and my own strength is not enough to raise the Chosen in the way she used to be... So I can only look to the boundless world of Toril to find the natural talents.

I oversee all operations and those who interfere with the Ley.I'm obsessed with their guts, accomplishments, and instincts...and their love.

I followed all seven of them almost as often as the old urchin who kept my predecessor's power at her death and then readily entrusted it to me.

She is with him, and she is with me.

She was more with what she might call her daughters: seven women of the same gender, silver-haired and witty.

I am always delighted that they have experienced the passage of time longer than thousands of mortals and still face each day with enthusiasm.

It is my only regret that they rarely have the opportunity to advance and retreat together.

Yet once, in a time long gone, especially when it was gently nudged behind the veils I wove, they got the chance... and I enjoyed watching them work together.

Now, look at them, and look at me too.

Yes, my eyes are bright.When I was mortal, I aspired to be like these remarkable ladies.

I am Mystra, and I give you all this gift, the seven silver splendors of my chosen ones.

Yes, I burst into tears.

Whatever you mortals may think, this is a gift of love.

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(End of this chapter)