114. Chapter 112 Opportunity to build an undead army
Chapter 112 Opportunity to Build an Immortal Army
In a tavern in Icewind Dale.
Imric sat in front of the wooden bar and ordered a glass of goat cherry wine, a specialty of the Ten Towns. In this freezing snow, cherries are a relatively luxurious crop. The big shot of [Bryn Shander]
They, because their leader, Cassios, had tasted this delicious fruit when he traveled around the country, so he hired druids to use magic to plant this kind of cherry that could survive in Icewind Dale, because every cherry
They are all named after their twin goat-butt-like appearance.
He raised the glass and took a sip. The sour taste went straight to his forehead. The taste of these northern barbarians was really unbearable.
Imric put down his wine glass complainingly. The eating habits formed by the pampering in the Sword Coast region were simply out of place here.
"It was the same when I first drank it, but once you get used to it, the special and evocative flavor of goat cherries will make you miss it every time you leave this beautiful ice country."
Imric looked back, and saw a man covered in a cloak sitting beside him. He looked at Imric's disgusted expression and said with a chuckle.
His thin figure was hidden in the soft armor under the loose cloak. A black silk scarf covered his entire face, but even so, the keen Imric still observed the corners of his eyes.
Dark skin and a trace of silver hair peeking out from under the hood.
Noticing Imric's probing eyes, Drizzt became uneasy. Originally, he saw the familiar face of this expressionless young mage after tasting goat cherry wine, which made him quite friendly, but
After realizing that the other party might have discovered his identity, Drizzt became wary.
In his soft and kind heart, he wanted to pretend to be nonchalant and focus on the wine glass in front of him, but he was also afraid that after discovering his identity, the mage on the side would announce it in public in disgust, causing everyone in the calm tavern to use hatred.
With guarded eyes, he kicked himself out with curse words.
"Oh, please don't let me get used to this rough taste. Food is a great enjoyment in life for me, and I don't want to lose it."
Drizzt looked at the black-robed mage in front of him unexpectedly. Imrik's smiling expression and kind attitude made him extremely surprised. As a powerful warrior and ranger, his keen intuition made him sure that the other party must have discovered it.
own identity.
Imric did discover the fact that the mysterious man in front of him was a dark elf, but what did this have to do with him? As a magical mage with psychic powers, Drizzt's kind and gentle inner essence had long been in front of him.
Unobstructed view.
"Please don't be surprised. I have met Githyanki who have never seen the Lich Queen in their entire lives and therefore have no respect for the Queen who they have legal ownership of body and soul. A peace-loving drow,
I'm not surprised."
Imrik smiled and explained the confusion of the dark elf in front of him. After speaking, he also deliberately lowered his voice to prevent the stupid and stubborn fisherman next to him from hearing those four sensitive words.
Drizzt glanced at the mage gratefully. As an alien among the drow, he has always longed to integrate into the lives of surface residents and stay away from the conspiracy and cruelty of his own kind. However, like Imrik, when he saw
It was the first time that he was so tolerant in the first meeting.
It is people like this that give me more courage to protect them.
Drizzt whispered in his heart as if sighing, and he said to Imric: "I didn't want to cause a commotion, so I hid myself under this cloak. Please forgive me."
He patted his black hood and said in a brisk tone: "Mr. Mage, it would be great if everyone could be like you."
In Drizzt's impression, he has always been resistant to magic. During his miserable childhood, those cruel drow people loved to study various magics and use them to achieve their own terrible purposes.
Then, thinking of the upcoming disaster here, he couldn't help but hesitantly said: "If, I mean if, you have nothing else to do here, I suggest you leave Ten Towns as soon as possible, no, stay away from Icewind Dale."
He didn't know whether his companion Regis had achieved any results during the meeting. If he hadn't obtained the joint commitment of the ten towns, the unstoppable barbarian army might have caused a huge disaster here. He hoped that the situation in front of him would be a huge disaster.
Mage Ami can stay away from this vortex before it comes.
Imrik's eyes moved, and [Reading Thoughts] made him learn the news that the barbarians were about to attack here, but he was not panicked about it. They were just a group of warriors with few spellcasting professions. For him now, the number of people
No amount of it would pose a threat, unless, of course, a high-level assassin appeared to kill him, but then again, a group of barbarian troops, he didn't think there would be assassins in that group of fools.
On the contrary, with such a large number of troops and a famous excuse for one division, maybe he can use this defense battle to collect enough corpses to create his own undead army?
Since studying in Inkanistaium, Imrik has done enough research with the help of one corpse provided by the college every week, but he has no chance to create a large number of undead creatures. In this sacred world, you can use money to follow
Relatives of others make deals and purchase corpses for experiments, but if you dare to go to cemeteries in various cities to steal a large number of corpses, the paladin will knock on your door the next day.
There is only one exception, and that is on the battlefield. Even the most benevolent gods must admit that war is a chaotic existence that cannot be defined by good and evil. Any behavior on the battlefield, as long as it does not involve blasphemy, is within the allowed range.
of.
So Imrik looked around, and said in a low voice with a solemn face: "Are you referring to the matter of the barbarian army? I also know something about it. I am here just to help the people of the Ten Towns resist this war."
Brutal aggression!"
Drizzt glanced at the mage unexpectedly. He didn't expect that anyone besides himself would try to use his own power to help the people here avoid this disaster.
He said excitedly: "Is it true, Mr. Master? My companions and I are also working on this. In fact, one of my companions is currently trying to persuade all the leaders of the ten towns to pay attention to this matter and unite to resist.
An army of barbarians.”
Drizzt was too surprised and his voice became louder unconsciously. The fisherman next to him looked back inexplicably at the two strange strangers hiding under their cloaks and cloaks.
He realized that he had attracted the attention of others, put away his voice, and continued in a low voice: "I don't know how much you know, Mr. Mage, the barbarian army this time is very large. Without the unity of everyone in the ten towns,
I'm afraid it's impossible to fight against it, I hope you can be mentally prepared."
At this time, Drizzt very much hoped for more strength to help resist the army, but he was not willing to let the mage in front of him risk his own life because of misjudgment of the battlefield situation.
Imrik smiled and stretched out a hand and said: "Don't worry, I'm ready. Now that you have a plan, let me contribute. You can call me Imrik."
.The kind drow.”
Drizzt solemnly stretched out a hand, took the hand held out by the mage in front of him, and said firmly: "Trizt, my name is Drizzt Do'Urden. You are welcome to join me, Imrik.