Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 663 The Teleportation Ring of the Tower of Windsong

There is no magic to repel dust where the Thieves Guild is located, let alone the bookstore.

Hill glanced at them and just told the thief inside that he knew they were there and was not very happy, so don't know what happened after he came out and was retaliated against.

"Dear Mister Archmage." Summer cleverly changed the subject, "There are a lot of books today, and many people came back before the deadline.

And this time compared to the previous two days, there were more books repeated. "

Hill nodded: "It's okay." Of course he knew that there would be many duplicate books, but if he didn't do this, most of the ordinary adventurers who were illiterate would not work so hard to buy books.

And their strange performance, of course, will attract a lot of attention, and there will always be some prodigal sons from wealthy families with rich collections who will send books to sell.

The price given by Hill was uniquely high among the ten towns in Icewind Dale.

Summer smiled happily, and he knew that the archmage with an endless bag of money in his hand would not care about such a small amount of money with him.

He proudly picked up his pipe, took a good puff, and then continued: "Mr. Archmage, the silly boy next to me went to Brin Shande Town, and in addition to books, he also collected a little bit of magic reaction. little things.

There used to be many red-robed mages in that place, and most people didn't understand what they left behind, and they didn't dare to use it.

But the natives of Bryn Shander have collected those things.

Otherwise, even fragments can cause big trouble.

Beshmit's father is the sheriff of that place, so they asked him to bring them here. I hope that even if Mr. Archmage doesn't buy them, he can kindly tell us what kind of shit they are.

Otherwise, we dare not take it out and throw it away, for fear that some desperate guy will pick it up and cause big trouble.

But it doesn't work in the warehouse. In the past few years, Bryn Shander's warehouse has exploded several times. "

Hill looked at the small things wrapped in thick fish skin in the huge open box, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

This old man is really not a good thing. It is related to the safety of a town. It is impossible for a well-known kind-hearted archmage like Hill to completely ignore it.

If Hill is not afraid of Vol'jin and the Thieves Guild, and is willing to open them one by one, they will not suffer a loss. Even if Hill buys all the good things, they can learn a lot of knowledge, at least they will find out what and mages later. There is no need to be confused about related things.

If Hill didn't want to waste time and chose to cover everything, with Hill's wealth and power, he would naturally not give less money.

Hill looked at the calm expression on the old man's face, and the hand holding the pipe as hard as possible to keep it from shaking, and simply took away all the 1000 gold.

He took a rough look at the quantity in the box. There should be more than 100 items. The fish skin is only used to prevent vibration and provide a very rough insulation.

But Hill is indeed a little interested in some hidden mana operations, and the average price is less than 10 gold, which is normal on the mainland.

Only Icewind Dale, which is somewhat repulsive to mages, will have such unsellable results.

Hill suddenly smiled. Judging from the sheriff and the mayor who didn't deal with these things cheaply to the merchants, the town of Brin Shande is not so easy for the Woking believers to deal with.

They would now tolerate these guys messing around in their turf, probably for the sake of their large fortunes.

Hill cheerfully put away all the things, I don't know what fun there will be in Icewind Dale!His little bell had better last longer, before the terrible blizzard of winter blows it away.

How could a place that would allow barbarians who believed in Tempus to be sheriffs be so tolerant to followers of Vol'jin.

Ignoring the magnificent small businessmen standing outside the grocery store, Hill flew back directly above the clouds.

There are fools everywhere.

These guys probably felt that their items were of good quality, and Hill would definitely be interested, so they dared to stand outside and play with Hill but hesitated to talk, and hoped that Hill would take the initiative to ask them what's the matter.

That way, they wouldn't be breaking tradition.

In Toril or most of the fantasy worlds, in fact, archmages and great nobles seldom deal with merchants directly, and they always find a middleman to handle chores.

It is already very approachable to directly come forward like Hill, most of the archmages send an apprentice or housekeeper to talk to these small businessmen.

Since Hill found Summer in this place, if anyone else wants to sell him something, it's best to ask Summer to ask if Hill is interested.

Even powerful officials like the mayor will not break this tradition.

But for some merchants who don't even want to give away any benefits, if they have enough confidence in their products, they can of course try to cut off the bulls, take the things they want to sell, and set up a stall next to the place that Hill must pass That's fine, as long as Hill is interested, he will definitely watch it.

These rules bound merchants, not powerful people like nobles and mages.

But these few businessmen who want to sell things to Hill, but don't want to put down their airs and set up their own stalls, Hill really thinks that they are probably Woking's believers, and they are the only ones who have been sought after on the mainland for too long. Only then will I completely forget the world of Toril, and only with strong power can I have the capital of arrogance.

However, I don't know what kind of good things the Wojin believers have come up with to tempt him!

Hill was actually a little tempted, but he controlled himself.

The Goddess of Wealth should come and find him herself!

If Wojin really dared to walk out of his closed kingdom of God in order to kill him, Hill would have to admire this lady!

If he wanted to kill him completely, the level of the avatar must be almost the same as the main body. If this is destroyed, Wojin might even collapse the Kingdom of God.

Hill believed that he would definitely be able to show her what the world of weak divine power was like.

When he was flying in the air, he was still thinking, why do these people think that he will give them a chance to mark him?
It's not that mages are not greedy, but a real mage can always suppress his greed with reason.

Sitting in the cloud room, he directly set the route back to his floating castle, and then started to pack the big box. At least he had to separate all the things, some of them were about to explode.

Put the fragments of sacred items next to the fragments of evil strange objects. Either the evil items will be purified, or the sacred items will explode when they can't stand it.

Hill was viscerally convinced that this was why their warehouse was going to blow up.

There must be no legal professions that can be trusted in Brin Shande Town, otherwise, at least these two things would not be piled up in one place.

Hill first put all the things that looked wrong into a box woven from the branches and leaves of the Trasher sunflower, and then put the box together in a small pool filled with holy water.

He had no interest at all to see if there were any powerful artifact fragments.

Hill is actually quite worried about his luck. Although the artifacts of the evil camp are deceptive, they are really powerful.

Luck is sometimes a double-edged sword. Just because something is powerful doesn’t mean it’s good, and Hill doesn’t want to test his willpower.

The reason why Icewind Dale was almost completely destroyed by that red-robed mage apprentice back then was the fragments of the Shadow Stone.

Hill is actually really worried that there is still a piece of Brin Shande Town, and there are actually quite a lot of things.

So he saw all the purple crystal fragments, regardless of whether there was a dark breath on them, they were all thrown into the holy water pool together.

It's best for normal people not to touch Shar's things.

Before the Shadow Stone was shattered, it could kill even powerful gods.

Hill looked at the rest of the box and pulled out an old canvas with some paint on it. It was about two inches wide by eighteen inches long. It looked like an old painting that had just been torn up.

Hill was a little suspicious that it was something the mayor had just collected, and he showed a strange smile.

The sacred power of the Goddess of Magic, the taste of the magic net.

Hill held it in his hand, and soon realized what he wanted to see, and it really was the thing he thought of. Archmage Elminster was the former incarnation of Mystra, Megara Black Pupil. Painted oil painting fragments.

This oil painting was hung in the elder room of the Windsong Tower by Elminster before Myth Drannor fell.

And the ones who destroyed it were the undead in the city of ghosts.

In fact, the current Mystra has been able to observe the Tower of Windsong and Myth Dranno through this oil painting. The purpose of the ghost this time is there. Of course, after discovering the connection between the oil painting and Mystra, he tore it up directly. Broken.

This piece of oil painting can be regarded as a kind of sacred object, which can add one of the special effects of spell expansion, spell delay, spell fixed casting, spell silent casting, and spell widening to the believers of Mystra when casting spells. Effect.

It's useless to Hill. What he really cares about is that the appearance of this thing means that some ghosts chose to hide in Icewind Dale, but somehow lost their lives.

The arcanists in these shadows can't be killed by everyone, it is very likely that they did it themselves.

Hill couldn't help squinting his eyes: Is this the Nether scroll already obtained?

He rummaged through the rest of the oddities again, and found a clue on a tattered bag, a bronze clasp sewn into the mouth: a harp encircled by a swirling breeze.

Hill carefully removed it, and it turned out to be a ring.

He looked carefully at the Ring of Windsong. If the scroll of Nether had been taken away, he should be able to go to the Warlock Tower to see it, right?

　Shadow Shard: This thumb-sized crystal is dark purple in color.It is set in a bronze clasp.A strong bronze chain was attached to one end of the clasp so that the crystal could be worn as a talisman.

Three times per day, a shadow shard can be used to affect a living creature within 60 feet, as long as the living creature does not have the Shadow Weave Spellcasting feat.The creature must succeed on a Will save or suffer the following effects:

If a creature uses a ley, the creature's hit points are immediately reduced and it cannot touch the wick within 60 feet of the shadow shard.This effect lasts as long as he stays within 60 feet of the shadow shard, and lasts for 1 hour after he leaves range.

If the creature does not use the ley, the creature is instantly killed and transformed into a shadowkiller, an undead creature that can absorb the ley.

If the target is a user of the shadow web, the target can forego the saving throw and voluntarily transform into a shadow kill creature.

Curse: This artifact is the sacred artifact of Shar, and if anyone who does not believe in Shar tries to use this artifact, the power of the artifact will attack the user himself - not the target.

Shadow Shards are a Shadow Weave item.People without the Shadow Weave Spellcasting feat take Wisdom damage when using this item.

　
(End of this chapter)