Arcane Journey

Chapter 413 Sarukh Lich

After listening to Seth's avatar, Brian was secretly amazed. He didn't expect that the once glorious magical kingdom of Netheril would have such a side in the early days. It was played by elves, Jaeger and Sarukh. between.

Of course, it was precisely because of the mutual containment of these three forces that Netheril found opportunities in their respective fears, grew stronger, and eventually became uncontrollable by any force.

At the same time, it also made him realize why the elves stole another complete set of color-resistant scrolls. Instead of using and mastering the magic knowledge in it, they chose to seal it in the form of golden beech wood in Myth Zhuo No's Tower of Windsong.

I am afraid that this group of elves who have been lying down for a long time may have known in advance what terrible knowledge is hidden in this Nether scroll.

After all, the Nether Scroll is the way of the ancient Death God Jaeger to deal with the elves. The magic knowledge inside will definitely be like a frog boiled in warm water, so that the viewer will gradually be deeply attracted by the rich magic knowledge in it in a cyclical and gradual manner, and finally for the sake of Suicide by experimenting with some terrible magical ritual.

During the conversation, Brian had unknowingly come to the end of the tunnel.

What appeared before his eyes was a dusty stone chamber.

The room was empty, without any decorations, only the walls were engraved with obscure and mysterious runes.

Even with Brian's current magical attainments, he only roughly understands that the main function of the rune is to greatly increase the speed of absorbing magical energy in the air.

Just when he was about to ask Seth's clone how to find the way to Olem City, the holy emblem that he held in his palm from the beginning to the end suddenly felt a hot feeling.

Immediately afterwards, the holy emblem radiated dazzling golden light, through the fingers of his palm, and shot at the surrounding walls like sharp arrows.

Gradually, the golden rays of light expanded from Brian's hands, forming a network-like shape, extending towards the surroundings.

They quickly scanned the entire basement, and as they extended, the mysterious runes around the walls were gradually activated, shining with a faint luster.

This strange situation lasted only for a moment, and a low roar came from the quiet and sealed stone room.

"Rumble..."

As the entire stone room trembled slightly like an earthquake, a hard, clean and tidy bluestone slab covered the dusty ground, and the surrounding walls were also turning over, turning into a fireplace.

What burns in the fireplace is not flames, but lavender magical energy.

In the center of the stone room, with a magical light array shining on the bluestone floor, a beautiful sculpture of a Sarukh witch, bathed in lavender magical light, slowly appeared in Brian's sight.

This sculpture looks like a scholar of the Sarukh shaman race. It holds a book in one hand, and stretches forward with the other, holding a palm-sized mysterious magic ball suspended in mid-air.

At a glance, this orb looks like a sculpture decoration.

However, Brian still saw the problem from the complex and mysterious runes on the sculpture.

This made him realize that the entire sculpture is a small magic circle, which seems to ensure that the power of the mysterious magic ball can be fully activated for easy use.

"I said it a long time ago..." The old thoughts of Seth's clone sounded in Brian's mind, and he hummed:

"In the entire world of Toril, except for me, no one can find the real location of Orem. You are very lucky to know that only by going to the Spire of the Witch and getting my permission can you find the location hidden in Orem. Acindor of Muum."

Indeed, as Seth's avatar said, the reason why Brian was able to find the traces of Olem City can be regarded as being favored by the goddess of luck.

If he hadn't found the records about the Chult Forest and the Temple of Seth in Candlekeep at that time, it would have been impossible for him to think of looking for traces of the Prophet of the Earth from the source of the creator race, the Sarukh witch.

Even so, Brian still ignored the somewhat self-satisfied Seth clone.

Because his gaze at this moment has been deeply attracted by the mysterious magic ball dragged by the palm of the sculpture.

Following his detailed observation, he was finally shocked to discover a fact that this magic ball has similarities with the Miser energy core.

"Don't compare Netheril's inferior products with it." Seth's avatar obviously guessed Brian's mind, and said disdainfully:
"If Netheril's Mithr energy core is not supported by the inner magic net, you have seen the consequences, and even if it does not have the energy from the inner magic net, it can still continuously flow from the four elemental planes. Drain energy.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire creator race. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Sarukh shaman of the Isto Safiel Empire relied on the energy of this magic ball to forcibly divert the entire Narrow Sea and almost wiped out the Faerín Sorrel in the Underdark. "

"Why don't you say that the destruction of the Yisto Sefifer Empire was also caused by this magic ball." Brian withdrew his gaze, restrained his thoughts of wanting to take it as his own, and retorted:

"What you did back then is any different from Karthus' Twelve Rings Conferring the Gods? It's just a fifty-step laugh at a hundred steps."

Having said that, he has already vaguely realized that the most important accessory of the so-called creator suit is probably to create an energy core device with similar functions.

This made him vaguely look forward to the effect of the complete creator suit.

Seth's avatar was speechless when he was refuted, or he didn't bother to pay attention to Brian's ridicule.

After a moment of silence, with the thought hidden in the holy emblem, he cast a witchcraft spell that even Brian could not recognize, activating the mysterious magic ball.

Accompanied by the dazzling brilliance of the mysterious magic ball, a projection-like phase gate emerged.

"This is..." Seeing this, Brian had a strange look on his face, and immediately muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that Olem City is hidden in a different plane."

"Go in." Seth clone said:

"Since Asindo broke the rules of guarding the city of Orem, leaving the city without a guardian, I have gradually taken over the control here, mobilized my divine power, and forcibly transferred it to the alien plane."

"Now..." He murmured in a low voice:
"The shaman of Isto Sefifer will wake up from tens of thousands of years of slumber. At that time, the shadow of the creator race will once again shroud the entire material plane."

Brian naturally heard Seth's avatar talking to himself, and he would never believe that the creator race would have a chance to rise again.

After all, their glorious era has long since ended.

Then, he stepped into the portal without hesitation.

The moment he stepped into the portal, Brian clearly noticed that even if he stood still, he felt as if he was in a very strange state, passing through the turbulent flow of time and space, and advancing rapidly.

As the distorted spatial turbulence disappeared, soon, he was pushed out by an unknown powerful force.

Brian's eyes lit up, and he actually appeared in a scorching sea of ​​sand.

The desolate wind wailed, wandering back and forth between several sand dunes, and raised yellow sand flying all over the sky.

Bryan looked across the yellow sand, and in the low-lying part of the dune, he saw the ruins of a broken city standing inside.

From the countless collapsed circular bases inside, it can be seen that these buildings used to be towering towers, but none of the weathered stone walls exceeded three meters in height.

Obviously, this is the once lost city of Olem, also known as: the city of the White Tower.

He found the city of Orem, or what remained of the city of white towers.

Moreover, Brian also learned through continuous detection magic that there were no living creatures in the ruins of the city, not even a trace of activity.

This made him realize that those Sarukh witches who were transformed into liches are likely to be sleeping in the underground tombs of the city ruins.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. After putting on various magic barriers to protect himself from wind and sand, he stepped into the city ruins step by step.

During nearly half an hour of carpet-like magic searching, Brian found an entrance to the underground tomb in the basement of a collapsed tower.

He immediately used magic to clean up the sand and rubble that buried the entrance, and then walked along this curved ramp from top to bottom and entered this spiral passage.

The moment Brian stepped into the passage, he immediately noticed something strange.

"I can't sense the magic net anymore." The thoughts of the golden dragon Paralandax sounded in Brian's mind:

"If it weren't for your Austrian fire to have an independent system similar to the magic net, providing me with a steady stream of energy, I'm afraid I would have fallen into a deep sleep without the support from the magic net energy."

Brian nodded slightly, clenched the holy emblem in his hand, and tried to communicate with Seth's clone.

As expected, in the tomb shrouded in the powerful deadly magic, even the holy emblem that had blessed Seth's mind lost its effect.

Fortunately, Brian was able to cast magic through the Austrian fire, otherwise, he would not have dared to rush into this ancient capital of the empire.

Therefore, without the guidance of Seth's avatar, Brian could only bite the bullet and move silently along the winding downward spiral passage like a headless chicken.

At the end of the catacomb passage was a room that looked clearly well-kept.

Even with the passage of tens of thousands of years, it still shows the luxury of ancient times.

Layers of delicate floor tiles display abstract images and designs in bright blue, green and black, and a row of strange metal magic wall lights hang high on the wall, burning with ghostly white flames.

The walls are also adorned with pale murals depicting verdant jungles, majestic peaks, and a glorious city with tens of thousands of delicate white towers.

The murals here are as clear as if they were painted just yesterday, and there is no trace of the passage of time at all.

"It looks like the residence of the Sarukh Lich who used to be the guardian." Golden Dragon Paralandax said his guess, "These Liches who guard the city with a rotation system are very likely It is here to secretly observe the changes in the surface world.”

Brian nodded slightly, agreeing with Jin Long's statement.

Because he has already seen a desk on the west side of the room, the books on it are arranged very neatly, it looks like there are often scribes here to record history.

He immediately walked over and flipped through the contents recorded in a stack of books on the desk:
Dawn
-30000DR～-24000DR
Recorder: Goram Gozlet, the first guardian of Orem, the 'Iron Lord'
In this era, the empire established by the once glorious creators gradually faded into memory, announcing the beginning of the age of dragons and age of giants.

Dragons and their clans rule vast territories, and these competing reptiles battle for control of the land, sea, and sky.

During this time, devastating wars broke out among the dragons, resulting in some small remote lands ruled by dragons falling to giants.

Over time, these giant kingdoms began to threaten the supremacy of the dragons.

Finally, in the kingdom of giants Dhaka, Glenfestine, Haley Jim, Niederheim, Ostoria and Lanvergil, and the kingdom of dragons Argos Hilliax, Kaisin All-out war breaks out between Marchivell, Dallas Trevorshka, and Sacrix Gontix.

-26000DR～-25000DR
Millennium War: The ancient dragon Garrick led the red dragon to fight against the giants of Ostoria. In the end, all dragon creatures were involved, and the war lasted for a full 1000 years.

When everything is over, Ostoria is just a bleak microcosm of the past, and the kingdom of giants only retains the northern edge of the continent, today's highest glacier and extremely cold place.

-2500DR～-24000DR
The elves from the distant world continued to work hard to subvert the rule of the dragon. They opened a new portal and made the original elves migrate to the world of Toril.

For some unknown reason, these primitive green elves actually worshiped the gods of Ferril, not the gods of the Seldarine headed by Corellon, the lord god of elves. The specific reason has not yet been investigated clearly.

Most of the green elves were content to remain in small, scattered hordes, but one group, known as the Ilysri, successfully negotiated a covenant of cooperation with the dragon and began building a small kingdom in the south.

For thousands of years to come, the magnificent Ilysri capital of Atonash became the original shining symbol of elven civilization.

…………

Brian kept flipping through the book extracted from the bottom layer, and he found that most of the records in the book were the history recorded by the Lich Watchers, as well as his own evaluation.

Then he opened the penultimate book:
first prosperity

-24000DR～-12000DR
Recorder: Iomedai Lori, the 'Successor' of the Five Guardians of Orem
In this era, the elf civilization from a distant world reached its peak. With the elves' victories against orcs, dragons and giants, other races gradually prospered in a safe environment and entered their own civilization era.

Over the next thousand years, Elvish civilizations used their rulers to divide eras, and in Elvish, 'Lisa' was used to describe an important era or generation, depending on the context.

As a way of dividing the era, it includes the reign period of a particular ruler.

-17600DR continental separation:

Hundreds of high elf mages gathered in the gathering place in the center of Faerun, forgetting the lessons of the destruction of the Tintagel elf kingdom centuries ago, and cast an elf high magic to create a world full of splendor and beauty. Elf home.

On the day of birth, as the spell spread back and forth in the fog of time, the power of the spell reached its peak, and the only land was torn apart by the out-of-control power released by the separation of the continents.

In the end, hundreds of cities were destroyed, tens of thousands of elves perished, and the land of Toril was forever changed.

The name Faerun no longer belongs to the only land, but refers to the largest continent.

Surrounded by vast oceans, the Isle of Evermeet, which is considered part of the plane of Arvandor and a bridge between different planes, appears on the surface of the Traceless Sea.

Under the blessing of the elf goddess Angras, verdant forests and a large number of wild animals soon flourished all over the island.

Corellon Larethian defended the Isle of Evermeet from Lolth, Mara, and other enemies of the Seldarine pantheon, and entrusted a unique seed to the island's noble race.

The seed quickly germinated and grew into a tiny tree called the Tree of Souls.

Over time, the souls of those ancient elves who chose to remain on the world of Toril rather than travel to Avandor merged into the Tree of Souls, slowly increasing its power.

The prophecy shows that when the elves end their life in exile on the Green Isle and finally return to the mainland, the tree of souls will be transplanted to Faerun.

…………

While Brian was tirelessly reading the history of the mainland recorded by the Sarukh Lich in the book, he suddenly noticed a cold breeze blowing from behind, and the whole room trembled accordingly. The surging energy made his soul tremble.

Faced with this situation, with a rational and clear mind, Brian activated the pre-set flash without hesitation, and instantly distanced himself from it.

Then, the moment he turned around, he saw a tall figure appearing in his sight.

The other party was wearing a black robe, and the lower body was a very primitive snake body, squatting high, with withered flesh and blood clinging to the skeleton, the scales were dull, exuding a strong dead air.

This is a female Sarukh Lich, and Brian guessed the identity of the unexpected guest.

Because whether it is her long hair hanging down or the eyes that stare at her indifferently, they all show a withered gray color, which makes people feel shuddering.

(End of this chapter)