Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 102 Magic Statue
Brian, led by the old wizard Morelle, walked towards the depths of the palace.

The two walked through an oak forest and came to an area where the land was barren.

Brian knew very well that the Golden Feather City thousands of years ago was built on the basis of the remains of the palace of the elves, so in the depths of the palace, traces of the life of the elves can still be found.

It is a pity that with the ruthless destruction of time, there are only a few decayed ruins and broken marble columns left here.

A gust of cold night wind blew by, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and through the dusty air, he turned and looked in the direction he left.

The lights of Jinyu City were flickering in the dark, and the exquisite towers on the palace were only black outlines in the dark blue night.

It can be seen from this that Wizard Morele is also a person who likes to live alone.

The reason why this elf ruin can survive to this day, apart from its sad research value, also has a lot to do with the old wizard who lived here in seclusion.

However, looking at this barren land surrounded by oak forests, Brian had another doubt in his heart.

Wizard Morelle is not only a warlock, he also works as a druid part-time.

As a druid who believed in nature, except for the surrounding oak trees, the decayed and dilapidated environment of his residence did not match his status as a natural guardian at all.

This made him faintly feel that the taunting of the magic swordsman Snake Eyes towards him might still have some basis.

After all, the professional group of druids is also divided into many complicated schools of thought.

Although the number of nature guardians is the largest, it does not mean that there are no druids of other schools.

Could it be an elemental druid?

Brian looked at the old wizard thoughtfully, and immediately recalled the scene where he used lightning spells in the hall to instantly kill a liar.

The old wizard Morelle pushed aside a dilapidated fence, and the two came to a relatively intact side hall from the elves period.

Under the guidance of the other party, Brian remained vigilant and walked in after him.

This is a fairly well-preserved rotunda with dim light and a high vaulted roof.

The moment he stepped into the hall, a filthy stench began to mercilessly invade his sense of smell, and his ears were filled with grunts and growls of wild beasts.

Brian stopped immediately and looked around carefully.

He saw that the entire hall was lit by a brazier in the center, and by a candle on a desk in his left hand near the spiral staircase.

Near the walls around the hall, he found a number of cages made of thick iron bars and wire, seemingly impenetrable.

A sheepskin scroll for recording data was hung outside almost every cage, and inside was a huge animal that was imprisoned, walking back and forth restlessly in the spacious cage.

There are wargs roaring and hitting the railing, and pure black leopards lying quietly on the ground, coldly looking at all the people outside the cage with predatory eyes.

Brian fixed his surprised eyes on the black panther in the cage.

This is the largest feline he has ever seen in Asno World.

This black panther was bigger than the saber-toothed tiger he had seen in the Dragon's Spine mountain range in Tigrila.

When he stared at the past, the black panther seemed to be aware of it, and immediately stood up, its powerful muscles flowed like waves, and then slowly and methodically paced back and forth in the cage, as if Look for weak points in the cage and ways to escape.

"How did you get such a big beast." Brian asked curiously.

His voice seemed to startle the panther walking in the cage, it stopped and stared at him coldly.

"The wizards of the Sword Monastery like to use human blood to do some forbidden research, which has led to the emergence of many evil mutants on the mainland." The old wizard looked at the calm black panther, nodded in satisfaction, and then reached out to stroke his gray beard, Smiled:
"And I like to study the blood of animals and how to make them stronger and faster. This black panther is my most satisfying work so far."

Brian nodded slightly, because the old wizard's answer was no different from what he had guessed in his heart.

It can be seen from this that the other party does not belong to a natural druid in the true sense.

If he had been seen by those extreme druids who believed in the natural pantheon in the main material world, he might have carried out the wrath of nature on him long ago.

"The beast is just a beast after all, I'm afraid it's not as easy to control as imagined, so be careful, don't let it escape." Brian reminded the black panther, meeting the cold and humanized gaze.

Regarding Brian's reminder, Wizard Morele smiled slightly, and didn't care, but asked directly: "Have you heard of the magic statue?"

"Magic statue?" Brian was stunned for a moment, and immediately figured out the reason.

When he was about to speak, Wizard Morelle took out a bronze clawed griffin statue from his pocket and handed it over.

Brian took over the palm-sized griffin statue.

Even if he didn't check the properties of the item, he knew that it was a magic item that could turn into a living griffin as long as he spoke a command word.

The only thing that puzzled him was where the other party got it from.

Because he could tell from the casting process of the statue that it obviously came from the main material world.

"It seems that you already know the reason." The old wizard glanced at Brian in surprise, then took the statue of the griffin from him, put it in his pocket, and said:
"That's right, as you can imagine, I have been studying the craft of making this statue for more than ten years, and I finally understood how to make this magical statue, so I prepared this powerful beast."

The old wizard looked softly at the black panther in the cage. This huge beast seemed to have sensed some inexplicable crisis, its cold pupils shrank, and it curled up into a ball, trembling slightly in the cage.

"In other words, the panther had to be killed during the production process," Bryan said. "In this way, its life energy will be attracted to the statue you made."

"I didn't expect you to see through the principle so quickly." Wizard Morelle was once again surprised by Brian's understatement. He nodded and admitted:
"The process is probably like this. However, the certainty is not very great now. As for the statue, I have hired one of the best dwarf craftsmen, and he will help me make the most perfect black panther statue."

"Do you think that doing this is too cruel to this black panther?" The old wizard asked again abruptly.

"That's not true." Brian shook his head with a smile. "Civilians can kill wild boars or hares in order to enrich their tables. Why can't wizards create something useful from animals?"

"I think so too." The old wizard Morelle said with a smile: "In fact, it is not unfair to the black panther if I do this. At least it will get eternal life. When it understands this truth, In time, it will thank me."

"Maybe." Brian avoided the pleading human eyes of the black panther in the cage, and said to the old wizard, "Take me to your laboratory."

The two walked along the spiral staircase of the rotunda to the second floor of the side hall.

In Wizard Morelle's spacious laboratory, what surprised Brian the most was the huge number of books.

The shelves on the four walls of this room are full of various books and sheepskin scrolls, and there is even a slight musty smell, which smells like a mausoleum that has been closed for centuries.

Of course, there are also some common decorations among them. Just as Demon Swordsman Snake Eyes said, there are many horrifying animal bones and specimens.

Examples include a complete manticore skeleton, a giant desert scorpion soaked in a bottle, and even a perfectly preserved carcass of a goblin.

This goblin was lying naked in a transparent glass sarcophagus, vaguely, he seemed to see the slightly undulating belly of the goblin.

Fortunately, he found a well-kept marble table by the window.

Although it was filled with all sorts of wizarding equipment: stills, scales, beakers, decanters, and so on, there was no sense of clutter in Brian.

Just then, Brian suddenly noticed a startling discovery.

On the marble table, he saw a prayer book recording the gods, and an electric shock pattern of an explosion was engraved on the cover of the book.

Talos, the Storm God, is a powerful god of chaotic evil.

A cruel, impatient, irritable god who is also deeply obsessed with chaos and destruction.

The doctrine of the God of Storms is to let his followers unleash natural disasters, so that intelligent races of all forces fear storms, forest fires and earthquakes and volcanoes.

Obviously, this old wizard who was a part-time druid actually took the initiative to contact this grumpy god.

Brian didn't think much about it, but just kept it in his heart, then looked away calmly, and then walked straight towards the marble table.

He sat down on the chair, without wasting any more time, pushed aside the stuffed animals in front of him, took out a piece of parchment, and began to write quickly.

Wizard Morelle stood aside, leaning on his oak staff, waiting patiently.

In a short time, he filled the blank paper with dense words.

"Wizard Morelle, please help me prepare these materials."

Brian handed the written parchment to the old wizard, and reminded: "Remember, the sooner the better."

The old wizard nodded slightly, took the parchment floating over in his hand, and began to examine it carefully.

He found that many of the materials inside were very similar to the rituals used by warlocks to awaken their bloodlines, but there were also many inconspicuous ores and herbs, so he could not see the real purpose at all.

To his surprise, the materials also included two expensive blood chalcedony quartz and star sapphires.

What puzzled him the most was that among the materials recorded here, he was asked to find a blacksmith to forge nine square pieces of mithril iron, and then connect them together with thin and short fine gold chains.

He really couldn't figure out what the purpose of this piece of equipment was.

However, thinking of the old king's confession to him before leaving, Wizard Morele didn't say much, and briefly explained to Brian the precautions in the room, and then left in a hurry.

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(End of this chapter)