Imrik saw the person in front of him and said with a smile: "I said, you don't need to hide yourself in front of me."
The man under the hood said helplessly: "Forget it, I don't want to cause a commotion. I know you won't care, but they are different."
He stretched his head towards the travelers who were drinking at other tables, indicating that his identity was still not suitable for public appearances.
"Long time no see, Drizzt."
Imric smiled and said hello. The man under the hood in front of him was the dark elf who stopped the barbarians from invading the Ten Towns.
Drizzt stepped forward and hugged the mage. He had not seen him for several years. He missed his comrades who fought side by side very much.
Drizzt sat on the bar and ordered a glass of goat cherry wine from the bartender. Drizzt downed the unpalatable sour fruit wine in one gulp, and he smacked his lips as he was still unsatisfied. He put down the glass and asked curiously: "
What kind of wind brought you here, so much so that you had to leave Mis Drannor’s school.”
Imrik's mind moved. If the plan to hunt the white dragon was helped by a warrior who was close to the legend, it would be foolproof. He replied: "I want to hunt a white dragon for experimental purposes."
Drizzt shook his head. He never understood how these mages would dare to think of dangerous creatures in order to study magic. What is a white dragon? That is a real dragon. Even the weakest real dragon is still a real dragon. There is no such thing as a real dragon.
Any real dragon that is older than an adult is easy to deal with. Even he would not dare to defeat the real dragon for sure when faced with its strong body and sharp claws.
For warriors, fighting is an art that requires the right time and place. Every attack and every defense is a response to the enemy's actions on the battlefield. Therefore, even if Drizzt is a powerful warrior who is close to being a legend,
, he takes every battle extremely seriously and will always go all out.
"Do you need my help?" Drizzt asked. For evil creatures like white dragons, Drizzt didn't mind helping his former comrades hunt one. This could be considered a contribution to the people of Icewind Dale.
Imrik nodded happily, this was his original purpose: "That's the best, Drizzt, I miss the days when we fought side by side."
Drizzt listened and sighed and said: "I miss it very much too, but I haven't seen Bruno and Regis for a long time. They have been busy with various things like you in the past few years, and I am also alone here."
Wandering around the continent, he only recently returned to Icewind Dale."
Imric couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. He hadn't seen the members of the Dragonlance Adventure Group for a long time. They agreed to meet in Waterdeep City in a year, but he also forgot about it because of various busy researches.
Maybe I should find a chance to go back to Waterdeep?
Imrik thought in his mind that the academic system of Inkanistayum was coming to an end. A bigger stage was only suitable for him in the Sword Coast. The big moves made by the warlocks at the beginning have not made any big splash yet.
News, it is obvious that no matter what demon king and evil god comes to the world, the other party has no intention of directly starting a war. The Sword Coast is still maintaining peace, at least on the surface.
With the support of the pirate world's logistical talents, and the latest spell-granting function of the Endless Book, Imrik has been thinking a lot. He wants to gain a place in the Sword Coast, create his own power, and build his own
Mage Tower, as a spellcaster who is moving towards the stage of [Kingdom Master], Imric has become a real elite on the continent of Faerûn.
Thinking of their comrades whom they had not seen for a long time, the two ordered a few more glasses of wine. Drizzt's physique as a powerful warrior allowed him to drink almost a thousand glasses of wine, while Imrik, who had average physical fitness, only drank two glasses of fruit wine.
Call it quits, the night of reuniting with old friends is always happy and relaxing, but at this time, in the distance, some kind of evil is born at the same time.
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In Luskan, the far south of these tundras, settled people could spend more time in leisure and contemplation rather than struggling to survive.
There are not so few mages and mage apprentices here. Those real mages, students who have studied this magical skill all their lives, practice their skills with an extremely cautious attitude towards magic. They always have a high degree of awareness of the possible consequences of casting spells.
of alertness.
Unless they are filled with greed for power, true mages conduct their experiments calmly and carefully, causing little disaster.
However, those mage apprentices, people with weak magic power to some extent, are different. They have no correct concept of magic and cannot understand what is dangerous. Maybe they have found a scroll, a profound magic book or something.
An item with magical power will often cause unfortunate disasters.
This is what happened on this night, somewhere in Luskan, a thousand miles away from Icewind Dale. A young wizard apprentice with a bright future got a diagram of a powerful magic circle, and then he found a certain
A mysterious summoning magic. He was deeply attracted by this power and found the true name of a demon in his mentor's secret notebook.
Summoning entities from other worlds to serve here is a special preference of this young man. His master allowed him to summon little devils under his supervision, hoping to demonstrate the potential dangers on the ground, and again and again.
The three places emphasize the importance of caution.
In fact, these warnings only made the young man more interested in this art. He once asked his master to let him try to summon a real demon, but his mentor knew that he was not ready yet and flatly refused.
The apprentice disagreed.
He drew the magic circle that day. He was very confident, so he didn't spend the next day checking the mysterious words and symbols, and he didn't want to use it to summon other weaker things, such as little devils, to test this.
Magic circle.
At this time, in the dark night, he was sitting in the magic circle, staring at the flames on the copper basin, which was regarded as the door to the abyss of the demonic realm. His face was filled with confidence because he knew nothing.
Smiling, the mage's apprentice summoned the demon.
[Ertu], this powerful [Secondary Demon Lord] vaguely heard its name coming from another world in the distance. If it were normal, this giant beast would ignore such a name.
With a weak cry, this summoner did not have enough power to make this demon obey.
But Ertu was very happy when he heard this destined call. Several years ago, he felt a wave of energy in the material world. He believed that this wave belonged to the treasure he had been pursuing for a million years.
prompt. This powerful Balor Balrog has been very impatient in recent years. He is very eager to have an ignorant mage to open a way for him, so that he can come to the material world to find it.
Looking for the treasure that is destined to belong to him - the broken magic crystal Clinshinibon.