"Urlant is a prophecy mage, right?" Nasr asked a little confused, "It's impossible for him not to feel this little move!"
"He doesn't care if others are listening." Mirimu's tone was full of disdain, "As long as you respond when he needs it.
But if he doesn't even respond, the unlucky person he invites as a guest will probably be invited out of Candlekeep directly.
However, he would never do this to someone who was much stronger than him...for example, someone who could kill him before the Candlekeep defensive array could react.
If he were an ordinary extraordinary mage, he would probably have to go home with the feeling of being humiliated by a nine-ring mage... Who made him the person in charge of Candlekeep?
The Mystra probably just wanted him to work temporarily for a few years... It was impossible for her not to be able to see the virtues of this guy who liked to flatter and was both-sided... But it was impossible for such a person to convince the public. Waiting for her
Once you find the right candidate, you can change it at any time.
It's a pity that that person probably didn't expect that he would die so stupidly after planning so many things.
After all, she did this during her time as a saint, so there is probably no record in the Joseph Garden... The current Mystra has never cared about the affairs here, and Ogma has lost interest in it, even the people in the monastery
The prayers of the great sage were not answered... Urlant has been doing this till today.
Tsk tsk, in the past, many mages came to the Candlekeep for pilgrimage every day, but now... they all stop by to take a look, and then leave when they are satisfied.
If Lord Aglaia hadn't been by his side, allowing Candlekeep to earn enough money to live on, not to mention those scroll mages, even the people from Ogma Monastery would have left long ago.
We are lucky to have twenty or thirty people left in Candlekeep."
Edna closed her eyes and was concentrating... She searched her memory, and then discovered that it was not that Midnight didn't know that there were magic network believers here... but because the mages here were mainly prophecy mages, she didn't care and handed it over to Active
Application by Savras.
Recall again, the Black Staff Archmage from Waterdeep City who often came to Candlekeep as a guest... Edna put her left hand in front of her mouth, her thumb and index finger pressing the sides of her lips slightly... She was worried that the twitching at the corner of her mouth would
Too obvious.
Sigh... Midnight thought simply and divided the mages' faith into several parts... In this way, not all mages would pray to Azuth.
She used this method to reduce Azuth's divine power in a disguised way.
Edna understands that no matter how much Midnight doesn't like Azuth, she has no intention of letting him die... It is estimated that Kelben will not only serve as her staff, but also take away some specific mages like Savras, such as potions and
Creation of strange objects and the like.
This is not a big mistake... I don't want to use my predecessor's staff, so I can find a way to get him to step aside. It doesn't matter who he is.
However, the result of being too eager for quick success and instant gain is that the person he falls in love with is worse than Azuth except for his evil heart.
But it's pretty good... Edna put down her finger briskly, and she suddenly realized that with the virtue of Candlekeep and Savras standing behind her, even if Edna was not the one walking on the road of destiny, this place
It won't end well either.
If you can't escape it, it's Waterdeep City, and if you're even more unlucky, it's Neverwinter City.
Anyway, they are all destroyed, no one needs to laugh at anyone.
She leaned back easily on the soft white cloud sofa and said with a contented look on her face: "Manx is provoking! The guys at Quesenta seem to be planning to challenge.
I don’t know what kind of magic they inherited from Mystra’s soul fragment.
If they can still cast spells together, even if these ones are only at the fifth level, Manx will probably be in trouble if he doesn't show some real ability."
"Isn't there Jason?" Nasr asked, "Look how tight he is~"
No one has seen Cyric from the beginning, but no one will feel that he is not here.
"It's still unknown how much strength Jason... can use to protect Manx." Edna smiled, "Unless Manx has the ability to convince Ben, or come up with something that Jason can't refuse.
"
"Isn't that guy from Melkor? Why didn't he follow the current god of death instead of choosing Bane?" Mirimu asked, tilting her head, "He still has that bone badge on him!"
"Klenvor doesn't like the death priests of the evil camp." Edna said lightly, "He doesn't care about the believers, but the people in his sect cannot be evil.
Jason is a typical Melkor believer at first glance. He believes that death is always accompanied by fear and misfortune. He is the kind of pathological loner who likes to terrorize others or enjoy power.
He doesn't necessarily follow Bane because he agrees with that guy's ideas, but because he wants Kelemvor to agree with Melkor's beliefs.
Otherwise, Ben wouldn't treat him like this.
Speaking of which, it would be quite funny for Ben to have this kind of undead spirit who only likes loneliness follow a group of gorgeous women who also like to radiate charm to him every day."
"In other words...if necessary, he doesn't have to listen to Ben, right?" Mirimu asked thoughtfully.
"Yes." Nasr laughed, "He is the kind of wandering believer who can change his master at any time."
Mirimu walked around in his hall, and then stopped in front of a cloud: "I said, there is such a pure believer of Melkor, why don't you hide here from me?
Looking at the current situation, I will have no choice but to run for my life... As for the elves... I remember you scolded the elves of Trasil for being nosy and indebted last time?"
The undead looked at the ghost dragon and the cloud in front of her in surprise... A silver headband set with a black diamond revealed its figure... Four bone sharp horns stretched out around the silver ring, black.
The inside of the diamond sparkles with a strange light.
"The Crown of Melkor's Horns?" Nasr cried out.
"Now... there are those who are mixed up with the followers of Cyric and Bane. Someone who is carrying a fragment of Mystra is not known to be a devil or something. There is also an inexplicable person in the road of destiny who is carrying a fragment of Mystra.
"Participant, who do you want to cause trouble?" This was Edna's first reaction when she saw this Melkor artifact.
Although Melkor was killed by Midnight who accepted Mystra's divinity, as the last remnant of his divinity... the Crown of Horns has always loved to invade and destroy Cyric's church and its believers, but it will try its best to
Avoid the Chosen and Temples of Mystra.
One is that his memory of the subject's death is too obvious, and the other is that Melkor has always been a person with clear grudges... He took the initiative to kill Midnight, and he deserved to be killed.
But it was Cyric who deceived him into doing stupid things... He will always remember this hatred, even if he only has a little spiritual sense left.
The Horned Crown flying in mid-air was a little hesitant... He had been staying here in Mirimu for a while... Although this neutral ghost silver dragon was very tolerant of him, the weird look in his eyes made him really uncomfortable.
...But rather than being evaluated by a dragon, he hated the attitude of those people who always tried to use him to deal with the current God of Death.
The people of Toril don't know what they are crazy about... What's so surprising about Mystra's fall? Isn't this the third time?
What is the mentality of wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to deal with the God of Death? Jergal has no intention of attacking Kelemvor.
Be it the goddess of magic or the god of death, what is there to argue with them?
As long as AO and Jiege are not satisfied, it is normal to change a few.
The reason why Melkor didn't hate her when he died at Midnight's hands, wasn't it because he thought that woman was just a tool?
At that time, Melkor had some sympathy for Mystra's status... They were all the same, they looked powerful, but they could be replaced at any time.
The Crown of Horns changed several places, and finally chose the place where this half-mad ghost dragon was hiding... Although after wearing it, he could control the unlucky guy, but... he also has the pride of being an artifact.
Is it good?
Anyone who is too stupid will get dirty.
But... the Crown of Horns has come full circle... He finally managed to live a good life in the Underdark... but it was ruined by these inexplicable elves!
The most important thing is that they are not coming after him!
It's such a shame and humiliation to be killed so easily!
"What are you fussing about?" Mirimu said impatiently, "When an elf encounters Melkor, he who doesn't take action is the one who gets sick.
Or can you watch Melkor's former followers working alongside Cyric's men?"
The Crown of Horns jumped up and down, and the black diamond released strange gray-black dotted lines towards Mirimu.
However, as soon as the undead stood up alertly, they heard the ghost dragon curse rudely: "Idiot! What's the use of cursing me? Did I say something wrong?"
"The way of communication between the undead... is quite intense!" 'Xueyunfeng' said in a strange tone.
The Crown of Horns finally chose to deal with Cyric... The Prince of Lies has always been different. The meaning of him taking the initiative to send people to follow him is exactly the opposite of that of ordinary Toril gods.
From the extraordinary level of the believer and the mysterious and very Dark Sun style, it tells all onlookers... He, Cyric, is very, very interested in Manx's involvement in the road of destiny.
Mirimu's choice of the Crown of Horns was not surprising at all. She lowered her head and asked the white-robed mage who seemed to be the person in charge: "That guy still wears Melkor's badge. He must be willing to trade horns with us."
The crown, right?
Is there anything you... need him to do?"
'Xueyunfeng' looked at Jason who could hardly control his expression on the huge screen, then turned to study the various blind spots in Candle Keep that he marked on the tablet, and showed a very happy smile: "That's...
too much.
Nangfeng, Old Man, you two come over here, and let’s study first whether we can make him more useful in one thing.”
Jason, a handsome man with a little melancholy leaning against the only wall in the Sunshine Hall that was not exposed to sunlight, shuddered slightly in the eyes of the group of women from Quesen Tower who looked at them from time to time. He looked a little absent-mindedly.
Looking at the sunshine outside the window... What's going on with this weird feeling?
Is it possible that Sune and Amaunata have joined forces?
This chapter has been completed!