Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 193 The Witch
Brian knew that the city of Abrera 500 years ago was completely covered by forests, with only a few elven fishermen settling on the south bank of the Moon Creek River, which has fast currents and flows deep into the sea.

With the great retreat of the elves, the human army landed here, and they built the first rough defensive barrier with wood and mud on the top of the highest hill here.

Today, the excellent geographical conditions make it full of bustling urban areas.

Luxurious manors, leisure pavilions, barns, towers, hotels and market stalls are densely covered one after another.

In fact, Brian didn't like walking the city streets at all.

He had been fortunate enough to visit the bustling port city of Abrera City several times, and it was always bustling and lively.

But the moment is fraught with chilling danger.

He saw a corpse lying in a ditch by the side of the commercial street, naked, being bitten by a group of wild dogs, but no one cared.

Two-two pairs of black-armored guards can be seen everywhere. They wear black ring armor, drag a red cloak, and wear a red rose emblem.

Because there are refugees everywhere who are wearing rags and selling their property. As long as a wealthy non-human race is willing to pay, they will sell it immediately, just to exchange for food to fill their stomachs.

He was surprised to see a halfling peddler standing on top of stacked barrels, hawking roast goblin meat on skewers.

Although the meat of this humanoid creature is poisonous, not to mention difficult to digest if eaten too much, and even life-threatening, but after a short while, it was robbed by refugees.

There is no doubt that these fresh goblin meats are good and cheap, and look more tempting than the meat sold by the butcher.

Even the falling night could not hide the hustle and bustle of the streets, and the aborigines in Abrera City tried their best to attract refugees and traders who fled here.

So much so that it is full of all kinds of people, buying and selling all kinds of goods and food, or trying to exchange something from their ancestors for other people's food.

Blaine ignored the chaos around him and hurried away.

There were cries of hawking and furious haggling from all directions, and the roads were filled with accusations of counterfeiting, theft and fraud, and other quarrels that had nothing to do with buying and selling.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a barefoot and dirty waif took out a cheap mirror with a frame, and claimed to a gray-bearded dwarf: This magical mirror inherited from his ancestors can bounce back. For any spell, he only hopes to get two pieces of bread.

The gray-bearded dwarf blew his beard and stared and smashed the 'magic mirror' into pieces, cursing: "Fuck off, you fucking human worm! I'm not blind yet!"

"Kobold with a big beard! I'm fucking your grandma's bastard." The waif roared angrily, "You smallpox, plague and shit leper, I'll fucking kill you!"

The dwarf and the waif immediately wrestled together. Most people saw this scene, silent and gloomy.

Bryan crossed the street and came to the upper town, the highest part of Abrera.

This is the residential area of ​​the city's nobles and high-level people. Sitting on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the rest of Abrera with your most authentic senses.

The mysterious witch's manor is located near the shore of the lake bay, with dense alder and weeping willows, it seems to be afraid of the identity of the wizard, so that everything here is quiet.

Smelling the breeze blowing from the lake, Brian immediately felt that the scenery here was particularly pleasant.

Soon, he found the so-called 'manor'.

In a clearing among the trees by the lake stood a neat wooden cottage.

This ordinary hut is quite similar to the residence of Halrua's magical kingdom in the material world-compact, warm and comfortable, with a thick thatched roof and brightly painted windows.

However, the only thing that is different is the .

There is a pair of huge chicken legs growing under the hut, standing tall, wandering around in the open space with high toes, like a rooster, patrolling its own territory.

This is a magical device, similar to it there are folding fortresses and fortresses, and the more advanced ones are wizard towers and floating cities.

To his surprise, there are still people in this world who have inherited this extravagant magic device.

Seeing this magic house, he couldn't help but recall every bit of the game and couldn't help but smile.

Because he remembered a ballad about this magical item:

The hostess is sleeping soundly, and the little chicken legs are watching carefully,
The hostess went on a long journey, the little chicken legs stood tall,
When the hostess returned home, the little chicken leg welcomed her in.

……

It can be seen from this that when the magic hut stands up, it means that it is in a state of combat readiness.

If he approached rashly, he might be greeted by overwhelming magic traps and spell restrictions.

Although Brian didn't think that the wizards of this world knew how to activate this magical device, he still didn't dare to be careless. He stopped and stood where he was, thinking about whether to approach it or not.

Just then the mobile hut wandered suddenly into the middle of the clearing, sat down with its legs curled up like a hen on its egg, and the heavy front door slowly swung open, leaving him a small crack.

He saw darkness in the crack of the door, but vaguely felt the flickering almost invisible magic aura.

It can be seen from this that the owner of the cabin should know the basic operation methods.

Brian hesitated for a moment, then raised his footsteps and walked straight towards the cabin.

He walked up to the rose-patterned door and just squeezed his body through the crack.

The door closed silently, and darkness swept in like a tide.

Brian felt that there was no light in the cabin, and there was no warmth.

He was not surprised by this situation, he closed his eyes calmly and calmly, stood motionless, and silently felt the slightest air flow around him.

Work in a while.

He clearly felt a surge of magical energy surging in the air.

He slowly opened his eyes, the sudden bright light made him a little uncomfortable, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it.

When he adjusted to the surrounding environment, he couldn't help holding his breath.

He found himself standing in a glade with a grassy hill to his left, as green as the first spring.

There are two circles of flower trees swaying in the breeze on the hills. Under these trees and among the grass of the entire green hill, there are star-shaped golden flowers dotted with roses of various colors.

They shone like a mist in the rich hues of the greenery.

Brian looked up subconsciously. The sky above his head was clear, and the morning sun shone on the hills, casting long green shadows under the trees.

Smelling the fragrance in the air, he couldn't help but sigh at the authenticity of the illusion. At the same time, he also realized that such a realistic illusion was probably a characteristic of this magic house.

Because the wizards in this world simply don't have this kind of strength.

After all, the ordinary illusion is only a visual illusion, but the environment in front of him even imitates the smell perfectly.

As Brian walked through the tree-lined path, the dew from the previous night was still on the grass, making his trouser legs wet. Everything seemed to hint to him that this was a real environment and was not created by illusion.

He reached the top of the hill safely, and just as he guessed, an identical cabin appeared in front of him.

Brian opened the door cautiously, walked into the bright room, and looked at everything in the room with interest.

The space of the house is not as small as it looks on the outside, on the contrary, it is three times as big as the cabin.

In this regard, he was not surprised.

Because this is a folding space technology, his magic pocket belongs to the simplest principle of folding space.

The room is open and bright. Standing here, you can clearly see the green lawn and lush flowers outside the window.

The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the red-patterned white-bottomed carpet, which filled the room with brilliance. The walls were pasted with rose-colored patterned wallpapers, which were lively and yet soft.

The sofa, desk, fireplace and glass mirror on the wall are decorated in clean and elegant ivory white and light red, which looks magnificent and full of sentiment.

The room is filled with bouquets of roses in various bright colors. The fresh floral fragrance coupled with the warm sunshine and beautiful decorations can easily make people feel happy.

"We're finally here, hello, Brian of Tigrela." A beautiful, slightly lazy voice came.

"Phantom Rose Baisna, I guessed it was you." Brian nodded slightly and replied in a tone without any surprises.

He looked at the witch in front of him. She was wearing a tight-fitting shirt made of black chiffon, revealing her exquisite figure. The rose-colored skirt was tied with a gold belt with a delicate rose-shaped buckle.

Two years ago, he met this witch once. He exchanged a book explaining illusion techniques for two high-quality magic crystals from her.

If not, his Arcane Fire wouldn't have increased so fast.

However, something happened afterwards that disgusted him, because the witch tried to use the charm spell to control him in order to gain more magical knowledge.

Of course, the result was a failure.

"It's rare for you to be so impressed."

Baisna smiled slightly and shook her long hair. Her earrings swayed and jingled. Her bright brown hair shone like gold in the sun.

"To tell the truth." Brian returned a cold smile, "I almost didn't recognize him when I was wearing clothes."

"You're really funny." Baisna curled a strand of reddish-brown hair on her fingers, flickered her eyelashes innocently, and the gold ornaments shone on her wrists, between her fingers and on her neck.

Naturally, Brian didn't like this, his face was like a cold stone sculpture.

He saw the witch turned and sat on the soft sofa again, with her slender and beautiful legs crossed together.

Her rose-colored skirt had side slits popular among southern aristocrats, but the popular style was slit up to the thighs, but Baisna's skirt was slit all the way to the pretty hips.

"Dear Brian, sit down wherever you want. Do you want something to drink?" Baisna brushed her hair away from her forehead and said with a smile while pouring red wine.

Her movements are gentle, yet flamboyant.

"I don't think over-digging and rummaging through those unpleasant memories will do us any good now. Forgetting, forgiveness and reconciliation will help our current goals, do you agree?"

"Us? Target?" Brian sat on the sofa, frowning slightly, a little unclear about the specific meaning of the other party's words.

If what he expected was right, almost all the warlock groups in the entire world belonged to the Council of the Wizard City 'Pale Scepter'.

This also includes Wizard Morele of Golden Feather City, and the necromancer he saw in the 'Burning Troll' tavern.

Therefore, he keenly felt that the words of the sorceress in front of him sounded a bit intriguing.

Baisna picked up the glass goblet unhurriedly, took a sip of the red wine, smiled at Brian with bright red lips, and puffed up her chest happily, deliberately showing the spring scenery that could not be concealed by the tight black thin silk before his eyes.

"Presumably you also know that real wizards live and die for magic. They gain experience through magic experiments, learn new spells, or find long-lost magic mysteries from ancient books and inscriptions." Bye Sina stared into Brian's eyes.

"Our colleagues have sensed that the world's magic is recovering. I have always agreed that the value of magic is above all else. If you heard that not long ago, a group of organizations that advocate the same idea have laid a solid foundation for this, you must be very happy .”

"so what?"

Brian was not happy at all. He looked away from the pink bumps that were clearly visible under the transparent material, and said sarcastically:

"You mean that you want to invite me to join a secret wizarding organization that transcends personal grievances and is almost omnipotent. This is really an unexpected honor for me."

"That's right, it seems that I saw the right person." Baisna laughed like a silver bell, accompanied by the jingle of shiny earrings.

"This organization is similar to a secret society. The purpose of its establishment is to explore the truth of magic and ensure that magic occupies its due place in the world's ruling class, instead of hiding in a high tower that lives like a year because of an agreement of the kings. Li. I used the privilege of recommending new members to the association and took the liberty of recommending you to them."

Brian gave her a meaningful look.

The fundamental reason why the sorcerers of the Council of Wizard City's 'Pale Scepter' are restricted by the agreement is that they can only master three-ring spells at most. Their sparse number means that the deterrent effect of these spellcasters on the army is not as strong as imagined. .

Now, some powerful beings have sensed the revival of the magic network.

This also means that the strength of this group of warlocks who rely on their bloodlines to cast spells can be further improved.

He vaguely guessed that if the magic net restored the ability to release the first-ring spells, these bloodline spell-casting warlocks would probably be able to master the fourth-ring spells.

Because of this, as the female sorceress Baisna said, some sorcerers began to reveal their ambitions and set their sights on the ruling class.

"Brian, I believe you do not lack such ambition."

The sorceress Baisna said bluntly: "I recommend you to this secret organization precisely because I believe that you are qualified to be a member of the organization and can make great contributions to this cause."

"Thank you very much, Baisna."

Brian stared at the sorceress in front of him, and smiled ironically, "To be honest, after listening to what you said, he really felt his ambitions gushing out. But before that, I really want to know why he chose me. ?”

"Because of your identity." After thinking for a moment, Baisna looked at Brian with unfathomable eyes, and said:

"You have the blood of the elven royal family, you are also the prince of Tigrila, the fiancé of Princess West, and you also own the territory of Longshou Harbor and the Storm Islands. The most important thing is that you are still a real wizard. With this identity, we have common interests.”

Brian showed the expected expression.

This group of ambitious warlocks wants to create a kingdom ruled by spellcasters.

There is no doubt that there is no other wizard who is more suitable than him.

"You tell me everything without reservation." Brian said with a smile: "I'm so confident that I will definitely join? You just..."

"Bryan." The female sorceress Baisna frowned slightly and interrupted: "I am suggesting that you join this secret organization, but we will not force you to do anything, especially force your allegiance. Of course, in this In this matter, you definitely have the right to choose yourself."

"Continue." Brian raised his glass and sipped the bright red wine.

"How you choose is your freedom." Baisna leaned on the sofa, not caring about her leaked spring, she played with the diamond necklace around her neck, and said with a smile:

"Personally, I still sincerely hope that you can join this secret organization. Believe me, instead of conquering your own territory alone, why not let the entire organization be your backing."

"So, war and profit are the 'future of magic' you are pursuing?" Brian retorted.

"That's right, what we are talking about is the future of magic." Baisna said without changing her expression, "Because the future of magic is determined by the status of the warlocks in the city of wizards..."

"I understand what you mean." Brian put down his glass and reached out to stop the other party from continuing, "At the same time, I also know exactly what I should do."

"That's right, magic is above everything else, I admit it." He said with an unprecedented seriousness:
"In fact, I have thought about this kind of thing a long time ago, to become a great existence that can actively influence the direction of the situation. If the rule of the kings does not suit my wishes, I will directly change it, Baisna, is that right? Or Why don't you just overthrow all the crowned kings, depose them, drive them away, and take power yourself?"

"..." The female sorceress flicked her hair, looking at Brian in disbelief as he stated their purpose in a serious manner, she didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

"but!"

Brian's words suddenly turned cold, which startled the sorceress.

"I have never thought about becoming a puppet controlled by your organization. I will give you a suggestion. I suggest that you change the color of the roses, such as the purple dragon."

"You want me to be a chameleon?" Baisna put away her smile and said in a slightly cold tone.

"That's not true, I just want you to be a color-changing rose." Brian said calmly, staring at the sorceress in front of him.

Looking at the sorceress in front of him, he suddenly thought of a good choice.

"Do you think I will agree? Little guy, you know." The sorceress Baisna was amused by Brian's serious look, and there was obvious irony in her silvery laughter.

Her full chest kept rising and falling as she laughed.

"Trust me, you will agree without hesitation." Brian didn't care about her unscrupulous teasing, showing a confident smile.

…………

It was completely dark and it was already late at night.

Brian, returning from the uptown, looked up subconsciously. He saw many bright stars dotted in the sky. He couldn't help but regret that the waning moon would not appear until very late.

For some reason, he actually looked forward to the cold Yuehui appearing as soon as possible.

He pushed open the door and came to Broto's room, and couldn't help frowning.

Because he found that the wine barrel in the room was half empty, and the air was filled with a strong smell of spirits.

At this moment, the dwarves and gnomes were talking loudly about which cask was sweeter and softer, and about another taste test.

"I promise, it must be this barrel!" Brotto had just drank a barrel of wine in one gulp, burped loudly, and lay back with wine stains all over his beard.

"In my opinion, only goblins would think that barrel is delicious." Varda's voice was dull and slow, and his words came to an abrupt end, because Broto put the barrel on his head and savagely He knocked hard on the barrel wall.

"Uncle, did I guess wrong?" The drunk Varda sat softly on the ground, his thick voice was dulled by the resonance of the metal barrel.

"Tell me, Brian, which barrel of wine do you think tastes better?" Broto asked Brian who had just entered with blurred eyes, and handed him an unopened wine barrel.

Brian looked cold, reached out to catch the barrel, and threw it to the ground.

With a loud 'bang', the dark golden wine slowly slipped onto the floor.

Gerbold's crow circled the air with flapping wings in shock.

All the dwarves in the room, including the dwarf Gerbao, were shocked by his actions, and even the drunken spirits became sober.

Brian's serious expression immediately drove away the cheerful atmosphere in the room, making everyone silent.

"Didn't I remind you to pack up your things as soon as possible and leave this city, why haven't you left yet?!" Brian's unquestionable tone carried a trace of obvious anger.

"I... I know."

Brotto replied dully, and immediately regained consciousness.

He quickly explained: "It's already being packed, but according to the tradition of our dwarves, all the tools in the blacksmith's shop are ancestral. These things are too heavy. They can't be taken away without cargo ships. We are here Waiting for the next day's cargo ship."

Brian calmed down, and said in a slightly softer tone: "Bluotuo, we can buy things again when they are gone, but you must know that if your life is gone, it will be gone forever. Hurry up and tidy it up, and take advantage of it." In the dark, find a way to leave the city of Abrera as soon as possible."

After speaking, he walked towards the second floor with a heavy heart.

Everyone looked at Bryan's leaving back and looked at each other in dismay.

"Is he angry?"

When Brian walked away, Broto whispered to Gerberg: "Damn it, this is the first time I've seen him angry. To be honest, I was really scared just now."

"Listen to Brian."

Gorbe the dwarf, the cleric of Gal Glittering Gold raised his eye-catching aquiline nose from his hood, and saw him put his little hand on his chest, a string of holy symbol pendants engraved with gold nuggets.

Feeling the faint light from the holy emblem, he nodded thoughtfully, then sighed deeply, and said in a heavy tone:

"Hurry up and pack up, find a way to get out of here as soon as possible, I'm afraid I'm really going to die."

"Let's go tonight!" The crow landed on the dwarf's shoulder and screamed.

(End of this chapter)