A huge and ugly beholder was shouting insults and screaming at the servants kneeling in front of her. Its ten eye stalks were flying like a Medusa with its teeth and claws.
"Damn! Damn! Damn! I want blood! I want to kill! I want rivers of blood!"
The beholder's sharp and piercing voice resounded in the cave. She angrily stretched out an eye stalk and fired a gray-green ray. This ray hit a servant who had a frightened face and wanted to run away.
Just as the servant was about to get up, he felt that he could not run. When he looked down, he found that his feet had turned into stone. The gray magic power spread quickly, turning him completely into a stone sculpture.
The remaining servants lowered their heads in panic, fearing to arouse the wrath of their mistress.
A man in a mage's robe, with a pale face and a scar at the corner of his eye, came forward and said flatteringly: "Oh, my dear master, don't worry, we have prepared a good show for you, and we guarantee that the streets will be entertained."
Those foolish humans above weep bitterly under your majesty.”
The beholder's flying eye stalks suddenly stopped, and he turned to the mage instantly. The eleven sharp and crazy eyes stared at him, and said crazily: "It's better to be like this, Kovoli, otherwise, I will
Tear you apart!”
The mage's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still forced a smile and said: "Of course, of course, my beautiful mistress Zannasa, those damn trolls will definitely cause a big mess."
The next day, Imrik sat by the window drinking black tea and admiring the blue sky.
Outside the window, the lively scene on the street attracted his attention.
Children wearing troll masks ran through the rain and fog, knocking on doors and causing trouble and blocking adults on the street.
The children, who were not comforted by candied apples, salt meat skewers and other snacks, were playing various pranks. They threw a mouse into the face of an irritable old lady, and the pipe of a sturdy dwarf was also blown by them.
Stolen.
A small group of onlookers gathered around a ten-foot-tall wicker model of a troll, stamping their feet as two young men desperately tried to light it with sparking torches.
"It's Troll Day" Imrik suddenly realized.
Waterdeep is a city built on blood and fire. During its rise, the humans here paid a huge price to fight against the trolls moving south.
On the day the battle ended, the legendary mage Agharon, the first lord of Waterdeep, declared this day to be Troll Day.
At this time of year, people in the city celebrate this great day in various ways, including wine, food, dance, music, everything.
Suddenly, a man with white hair and an earthy face suddenly rushed towards the crowd and shouted: "The troll is coming! Do something!"
Behind him, a huge green giant lumbered down the cobblestone street dragging a ball and chain. An eyeless helmet obscured the troll's eyes, but his open mouth was indeed filled with fangs. He swung his arms and slashed into the surrounding surroundings.
The fog was thick, and they let out a terrible wail in anger. The frightened crowd fled into the rain and fog.
Two city guards were quietly approaching the blind troll from behind. They stretched out their long swords and stabbed the troll in the back, hoping to give it a fatal blow.
But the terrifying monster just turned around and roared, slapped a city guard flat as if nothing had happened, then picked up another guard and put it in its mouth, biting it in half.
Terrifying man-eating creatures like trolls have unparalleled resilience. Without fire and strong acid, they would be impossible to kill.
The two young men who were holding torches to burn the troll model swallowed their saliva and braved the move in the direction of the troll. The legendary book of words about fighting the troll gave them courage, and they wanted to kill it with the flames in their hands.
This monster.
"Hey, one of us on each side, whoever has a chance, throw the torch on him!" The two secretly discussed and moved forward while the troll was intoxicated with the guard's corpse.
Just as he was about to approach the troll, the monster suddenly turned around. He saw two humans approaching him, roared excitedly, and stretched out his hand to catch them.
The captured young man rolled on the spot, escaping this fatal grasp. Just before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge hand grabbed him again. The troll squeezed hard, and blood burst out from his hand.
.
"No!" Another young man saw the tragic death of his companion and threw the torch in his hand at the troll angrily. When the tiny flames touched the skin of the troll, it burned like a raging fire cooking oil.
The troll howled in pain, fell to the ground and rubbed around trying to put out the fire. The surviving young people stood in the distance, waiting for the troll's demise.
However, it didn't turn out as he expected. The troll found a small pool nearby. He jumped into it and the flames on his body finally went out.
The young man watched in despair as the troll crawled out of the pool. The injuries on his body recovered quickly. Just when he was about to give up, a voice suddenly came from the distance: "Phantom Bound."
Something magical happened. Countless black chains snake-like snakes appeared around the troll. They crawled onto the troll, more and more, until the troll could no longer move.
A burst of silver mist suddenly appeared in front of the troll, and the figure of a black-robed mage appeared from it.
The young man looked at all this with an expression of hopelessness. He knew that this mage master had saved him.
The black-robed mage gently raised his hand, and the heavy helmet on the troll's head was torn away by an invisible force.
"Tell me, how did you get here?" The mage stared at the troll with his eyes. The troll was still roaring and shouting and became demented when he saw the mysterious color in the mage's eyes.
stand up.
Third-circle spell—suggestion.
"Master Corvoli brought a sledgehammer here." the troll replied dully.
"Kovoli? Who is he?" Imrik continued to ask.
"Master Kovoli is Master Kovoli, and Master Kovoli is Master Mage."
Imric frowned. This troll's IQ was too low. What he said was like saying nothing.
He patiently continued to ask: "Why did he bring you here."
The troll scratched his head: "Master Kevoli said he would bring Sledgehammer here to eat, and we are all very happy."
Imric asked hurriedly: "We? Are there other trolls like you?"
"My brothers and sisters are all here. Mr. Covoli said that to make the mistress happy, the more trolls the better." The troll said naively.
"More than one. Interesting. It seems that the mistress of Corvoli is hostile to Waterdeep?" Imric murmured to himself.
"Have you ever met the Mistress of Corvoli."
Imrik didn't expect that after asking this question, the troll was so frightened that he almost escaped from the control of suggestion: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...The mistress...terrible...big eyes, female."
The master has big eyes..."
It turned out to be the beholder, Imric suddenly realized.
The mage stretched out his hand and pointed, "Ma Youfu acid arrow." He shot a dark green ray from his hand, completely melting the troll. Under the control of suggestion, he didn't even resist.
"Sky Mastery." Imrik cast a spell again and soared into the sky. He wanted to see where these trolls were, and maybe he could find the mage Kovoli and learn about the beholder.