Chapter 489 The first wave of guests greeted by the Undead Swamp
This is a convoy departing from Neverwinter to Waterdeep.
Winter is coming soon, and they need to sell some handicrafts from Neverwinter City and the wine and furs purchased from Luskan in exchange for winter food and some magic materials.
Generally, caravans like theirs are a ragtag army put together by small merchant guilds, and they simply cannot afford to rent a large ship from Neverwinter that can bypass the Swamp of the Dead.
Although the straight-line distance is not very far, the small boat does not have the ability to pass through the Sea of the Dead.
The leader of the team, level 10 warrior Saha, who was elected because of his strongest strength, took a breath. The most troublesome part was about to come.
They must seize the time to pass through the Swamp of the Dead before dusk.
This section of the road is actually the most embarrassing. If you want to reach the entrance when the sun rises in the early morning, you have to walk on this section of the road day and night.
Although after coming out of Neverwinter City, I could only sleep in the wilderness when resting, but traveling without rest at all, even if the caravan was full of strong adults and even professionals, felt that the physical exertion was too much.
Moreover, you have to walk for another day without stopping. No wonder the price of everything is much higher in Neverwinter.
Sara sighed, the location here is actually really good, and the undead and wild beasts don't actually do that much harm to people.
But the cold wind is the most terrifying thing. Many people have to lie down for seven or eight days after walking back and forth.
Sara glanced at the copper pocket watch in her hand and felt that there was still enough time, so she let the already tired team rest for an hour.
He kept telling those who collapsed on the ground to get more sun.
"Sarah!" A small group leader who went out to explore the road suddenly shouted, "Come and see! There are people living in the Swamp of the Dead!"
Saha, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, was so frightened that he almost dropped his beloved seawood inlaid silver pipe. He hurriedly caught the treasure that almost fell from his mouth, and looked up at his deputy angrily: "Is there someone? Are you?
Didn’t you get into that gray fog? Hurry up and get some sunshine! Willy!”
"I'm still far away from the swamp! I can't be wrong, that must be a great mage! His house is floating in the air!" The ranger with a mustache and brown hair replied unhappily,
"Wouldn't you know it if you take a look for yourself? Saha."
Saha calmly knocked on his pipe and looked up hesitantly. This was a corner, just blocking the dark wind blowing from the Swamp of the Dead. He looked up and saw only tall mountains.
Saha had been working with Willie for many years, and knew that he would not cause trouble at this time, so he decided to call a few people with higher professional levels in the team to go over and have a look.
They walked about five hundred meters and then turned around the mountains. Everyone saw the white palace floating in the clouds.
There is also the billowing white mist that extends from the ground to the clouds, which is like another world.
But the fog is not like the gray fog before. Seeing it makes people feel scared and desperate, and they just want to escape.
And there was not a trace of white fog on the road.
There is still 3 kilometers between the Swamp of the Undead and where they are. This is also the safe distance that the caravan has measured over the years where they can rest assured. The gray mist carrying the breath of the undead will never drift here.
"The white palace shouldn't be a necromancer, right?" someone murmured.
"No!" Saha suddenly cheered up, "I thought they were telling a joke, but it turns out it's true!"
He looked at some of his companions who were staring at him and smiled proudly: "I am supplying the Moonstone Mask, aren't I? When I sent them flowers last time, I heard some nobles and archmages talking about this matter.
thing.
A natural mage bought the land in the Swamp of the Dead, and bought both pieces together, gaining the authority of the lord.
They also said that in a few years, a magic tower that can help purify the earth might be built here, a natural mage! It is so normal to choose this kind of place to save nature.
I didn’t expect it to come so soon!
"How powerful is this natural mage? These two pieces of land are worth tens of thousands, right? Is he so rich?" Willy suddenly asked.
Saha turned his head and glanced at this ranger, whom he had always suspected had some identity issues and was probably part-time as a thief. He said sternly: "He dares to publicly scold the goddess of wealth. No thief in Silver Moon City dares to provoke him!
Those thieves even killed the beloved of the goddess of wealth, but they didn't even dare to fart in front of him.
It is said that his mansion in Silvermoon City has countless good things in it, but no thief has ever snooped on it.
There are people who are favored by Mask in Silvermoon City, and this is no secret.
Some time ago, I heard that Cyric's people were involved in the murder of Vol'jin's Favored.
It's such a mess, no one disturbed this natural mage during his time in Silvermoon City. It is said that he is a half-elf and there is a powerful force behind him, and no one dares to mess with him."
He looked around at the incredulous faces and said very solemnly: "I didn't believe what they said before because it was too unbelievable.
However, the floating castle has already appeared before our eyes.
Putting aside everything else, this person is at the top level in terms of financial resources and strength. No matter who he is, don't cause any trouble, no matter how small!
Let’s start with the ugly words, if anyone really does something, I will definitely give up this ally.”
Willy glanced at Saha, who was watching him in warning, and showed an awkward smile: "Natural mages are the nemesis of shadow walkers. Unless they read that crazy book like Mask, no thief will provoke them.
of."
Saha didn't understand what Willy meant by restraint, but at least this guy promised not to cause trouble.
He turned to greet the resting team members and set off quickly.
The section into the Swamp of the Dead was still cold and cold, but after walking 2 kilometers, the temperature in the air suddenly returned to normal quickly.
However, everyone no longer cared about looking at the thick white fog billowing on both sides of the road, but stared straight at the white temple.
Although it was impossible to tell what gemstone the aqua-blue light shining on the white marble came from, everyone could tell how expensive it must be.
And this kind of gem that would be collected into the treasure trove of a great noble was just inlaid in a roadside temple.
Even though the temple looks sacred and elegant, the merchants are still focusing on more valuable gems.[spae]
"Whose temple is this?" Willy's muttering woke everyone up. Although everyone could feel that the temple belonged to the good camp, no one knew it.
"Let's go! Go and have a look." Saha said directly, "There won't be any big problem with the natural mage's neighbors. It's just about faith! Most of the people here believe in everyone!"
Even if there is a declared main god, it does not prevent them from worshiping other gods.
Hill stood in his study, watching the caravan with Aglaia. After watching for a while near the temple, he quickly discovered a pure pool of water.
They rushed into the temple almost without hesitation, and after paying homage to the goddess holding a water purification bottle, they took out the bottle and started filling it with water.
Aglaia paid attention to the movement below.
At this time, it is not suitable for her to stay in the temple, otherwise the light of prayer will fly around the statue and fly towards her.
Aglaia wanted to see if his restrictive measures were effective.
Sure enough, someone was not satisfied with a bottle of water and took out a bucket directly. There was even a guy with two mustaches who wanted to climb directly under the statue of the god on the stage to receive the purest holy water flowing down.
These people were thrown directly out of the temple.
Hill could already hear their leader yelling.
But someone has already discovered the hotel, and they are already discussing whether to stay there.
In fact, there is no problem if he travels all night now. Hill has no intention of attracting customers.
But these guys with tired faces quickly decided to move in.
Even if they were greeted by stiff puppets, there was no feeling of panic.
Hill felt that these people probably knew that this territory belonged to an archmage.
"Dad Hill!" Aglaia asked thoughtfully, "Are they acting so exaggeratedly to test my bottom line? They want to see if I will tolerate their behavior in order to gain faith.
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"That's right." Hill said with praise, "Aglaia is very considerate. But they think you are a newbie who just opened the temple, and you may not be so thoughtful. So I want to try to see if you can get it directly.
More benefits.
Especially for pure holy water, a bottle costs 500 gold. If you really find an advantage for them to take advantage of, those people will definitely dig deep."
Aglaia nodded, and then said quietly: "With the undead in front, every god in Trasil knows what it means to be cautious.
Otherwise, the temple will be demolished."
Hill turned his head and looked at Aglaia, who looked indifferent. When he was working hard at the Earth Bear, it seemed that Aglaia also encountered a lot of things!
The temple is really thoughtful and even uses fountains to separate the area where beasts drink water from the area where human activities occur.
Liszt appeared behind them: "Martha said that guests began to come to the tavern, and those people didn't like the music played by the puppet very much. The wine they bought was also the cheapest ale.
Terry was a little bored and was chatting with the team leader."
"With such a childish face, what will others talk to him about?" Aglaia sneered.
"Martha felt that the tour leader was a little suspicious that Terry was the child of the owner of this place, and he was asking his parents a little bit." Liszt smiled.
Aglaia's face quickly elongated: "Damn it! Why should a kid drink? His father is not sensible at all."
Hill couldn't help but touch her hair: "Terry will reveal his secret soon, and not many people will think that he has anything to do with me."
Anyway, dragons can do anything, and it’s normal for someone like Terry to do it. After all, there are still tailors and flowers!
People in Neverwinter and Waterdeep should be used to it.