Trolls, at least dozens of trolls are raging in Waterdeep.
It is not known through what channels the Zanaza Guild brought these trolls into the city, but this move obviously angered various forces in the city.
Imric flew all the way and saw no fewer than dozens of professionals taking action to fight these trolls. The turmoil caused by these ugly green creatures could last for a while at most.
He quickly rushed to the port area, which was the only entrance to the Zanaza Guild's lair that he knew.
Sure enough, the trolls in the port area are more densely distributed than in other places, and these trolls probably come from here.
Suddenly, he saw the bald old dwarf who had witnessed Fulen's kidnapping late at night, holding a magic wand and cooperating with the trolls to attack the city guards, accompanied by a pale man wearing a robe.
"Scorching Hotline!" The wand in the old dwarf's hand lit up with a burst of red light, and three blazing lasers shot out from it. The city guard who was targeted was shocked and rolled to the side, but one of the lasers still pierced his thigh.
"Ah!" The injured city guard covered his thigh and crawled as far as he could. A priest in a white robe squatted down next to him, and his hands emitted warm white light: "Heal the serious injury."
The guard's wound improved instantly, he picked up his sword and started fighting the troll again.
Imric stood in the distance and observed the battlefield. Ten warriors and one priest faced off against four trolls and two mages.
After some consideration, Imrik decided to take action. He felt that these city guards probably couldn't defeat each other, and it was unrealistic to just sit back and enjoy the gains. It would be more reliable to capture the two mages alive with their help.
He wiped his face with his hand, activated the magic disguise, then triggered the invisibility spell and disappeared into the air.
"Fireball!".
While everyone was fighting, a strange chanting sound suddenly came out, and at the same time, a black-robed mage appeared, and an apple-sized fireball condensed in his hand.
To deal with these trolls, the fireball technique is the most convenient. Imrik sighed in his heart and threw the fireball technique in his hand into the middle of the trolls.
The fireball hit a troll, and fierce flames exploded along with the shock wave. The raging flames swallowed up the two trolls. Even their super recovery power could not stop them from rolling and wailing on the ground.
Although the remaining two trolls were not smart, they were still frightened and took a few steps back when they saw the flames caused by the fireball technique.
The old dwarf and the mysterious mage stared at the sudden appearance of Imric with ugly expressions. Originally, the battlefield was tilted towards them. A priest who lacked fire and acid magic and ten warriors were no match for four trolls.
But things are different now. A mysterious mage who can use fireball poses an extraordinary threat.
The two looked at each other and made spell-casting gestures, preparing to deal with this most difficult mage.
The first person to bear the brunt was the old dwarf. He repeated his old trick and used his wand to shoot three scorching rays. However, Imric, who had a secondary energy damage resistance ring, simply ignored the damage of this second-level spell.
Three scorching rays hit the black-robed mage, and a wave of transparent ripples appeared on the surface of the mage's body, swallowing up the power of the spell.
Another mysterious mage saw that the scorching ray was not effective and knew that the opponent was blessed with a spell to resist energy damage, so he cast the spell with the highest single-target damage among the three-ring spells: "Lightning Beam!"
A thick bolt of lightning shot from the mage's hand towards Imrik, but Imrik's figure had already disappeared into the silver mist and was teleported thirty feet away.
"Black light!" Imrik pointed in the distance, and black mist erupted around the two mages, swallowing their figures. The blinding black mist completely blocked the two people's vision.
"Damn it, I can't see it!" The two mages looked around nervously.
The pale man chanted a spell, and a green light glowed on his hand: "Vampire's touch!"
He looked around with all his attention, and if there was any movement, he would immediately extend his spell to the opponent.
Imric looked at the two mages through the blessing of dark vision, and thought of a plan. He raised his hand, and huge spiritual energy gathered.
The mysterious psychic energy penetrated into the pale man's mind and modified his hearing.
Level 3 power—faking feelings.
"Fireball!" He suddenly heard the voice of the black-robed mage chanting a spell from next to him. He smiled cruelly, stretched out his hands towards the opponent, and grabbed the opponent's neck.
The chanting stopped, and only the black-robed mage called for help intermittently: "Let me go."
The pale man was unmoved. Although he felt that the size of the neck in his hand was too small, the black-robed mage's cry for help made him think nothing of it. He just continued to absorb the opponent's life force through the vampire's touch.
"Bang." Until the other party stopped struggling, the pale man let go of his hand, and the body fell to the ground with a slight sound.
The black light technique also disappeared at this time. The pale man couldn't believe it when he saw the corpse on the ground. It turned out to be an old dwarf!
"How. How is it possible! You lied to me! Damn it!" The pale man gritted his teeth and turned his head, only to see Imric smiling and raising a hand towards him: "Ectoplasmic Cocoon."
Silks of silver-white astral matter continued to emerge from the void, binding the pale man tightly, leaving only his mouth exposed.
However, Imric was not worried. Without his hands to make spell-casting gestures, the mage could not cast spells at all.
After taking care of the mage, he turned around and shot two Mayof acid arrows, helping the city guards take care of the remaining two trolls.
Before the city guards and priests could come over to thank him, he grabbed the tied mage and flew into the air and left.
If he stayed, this hostage would not be safe, and the city guards would be eager to pry open his mouth to learn the truth about the attack.
Keeping this mage is Imric's selfish intention. He doesn't want too many people to pay attention to the beholder. If the treasure is known to too many people because of this beholder, the gain will outweigh the loss.
After flying to an uninhabited corner, Imrik stopped. The mage, blinded by the ectoplasmic cocoon, felt the flight stop and shouted angrily: "Damn it! Where have you taken me? What do you want?
?If you dare to hurt me, my mistress will not spare you!"
"Your mistress? That beholder?" Imrik said with a smile.
He ordered the ectoplasmic cocoon to expose the mage's eyes, activated the suggestion technique and asked: "Tell me why you planned this attack."
The pale man's eyes were dull for a moment, but they became clear after a while. He went back and forth, and finally succumbed to the power of the spell and replied dully: "The mistress is angry and can't find the Gorol Stone. I asked
The trolls went to the streets to kill for her pleasure, and also attacked the Wujin family to solve the trouble."
Imrik's eyes narrowed, and the Wujin family was also attacked.
"Tell me how powerful that beholder is and how to find her." Imrik continued to ask.
"The mistress is an adult beholder. There is no professional level. The mistress is in the lair. Through" the pale man told Imrik the path to the beholder's lair.