Casting spells

Chapter 449 Death of Akram Gris

"Do not!!!!!!!"

Feeling the severe pain and the ensuing paralysis of the whole body, Aklum Gris finally realized that this assassination against him was not a temporary intention at all, but a long-planned plan.

Especially the anti-magic force field on the arrow directly caused him to be unable to use even a single spell or magic item, and could only wait helplessly for the coming of death.

"Hahahaha! How does the kiss of death specially made for you taste?"

With a burst of unbridled laughter, Deltager Zelund finally came out from behind a bookshelf, followed by several other participants.

He hooked his fingers towards the crossbow bolt pierced into his chest, and the terrifying arrow made a piercing sound, and then quickly changed into an octopus shape, firmly grasping the severely injured heart.

As a powerful mage second only to Aklum Gris in the Arcane Brotherhood, he is obviously very aware of the terrifying power of top spellcasters. In the eyes of many people, the injury is enough to be fatal. For a mage, it only takes a few seconds to completely reverse the situation, so this crossbow bolt was specially designed and manufactured, which is worth ten of the best battleships.

"Very good! Very good! It turns out that all of this is secretly planned by you!" Akram Gris gritted his teeth and held his bleeding chest.

He never dreamed that three of the four tower masters he personally appointed would betray him, and there was strong hatred in his eyes.

"That's right! Old guy! We've had enough of your stubbornness and stupidity! It's time for Luskan to enter a new chapter, and your death will be the end of the old era." The tall granite construct made an attacking gesture.

The latter didn't say a word, and smashed down hard with a fist the size of an iron pot.

boom!

When the deafening sound echoed in the hall, Akram Gris, who was seriously injured, suddenly turned into a silver translucent spirit state, and instantly disappeared without a trace with the help of the power of the mage tower.

However, all his belongings, including clothes, rings, staff, even the broken magic crystal and the crossbow bolt in his chest, were all left in place.

Seeing this scene, Deltagle's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted sharply: "Damn! Don't let him run away! Quick! Turn on the detection function of the tower!"

"Calm down! Have you forgotten how many traps and protections he has set up in the main control room? It is impossible for us to attack immediately! Instead of wasting time chasing and killing a stray dog, why not discuss who will control the Arcane Brotherhood, And who will control the broken magic crystal." Saying that, another tower master turned his gaze to the strangely shining magic broken crystal.

All of a sudden, everyone was deeply attracted by the powerful magic pulse of the artifact, and a greedy light burst out from their eyes.

Needless to ask, he knew that the moment Akram Gris was wounded and escaped, the alliance signed by several high-ranking mages in private had broken down, and what followed was a more brutal struggle for power.

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At the same time, Akram Gris, who successfully escaped with the help of the last hole card, is currently heading towards Waterdeep City along the periphery of the Neverwinter Forest in a panic.

Although he had barely repaired his damaged heart with the help of the seven-ring magic - limited wish, his extremely aging body made him very weak, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment, for fear that the rebel subordinates would find his trace.

Just as he was cursing the betrayal of his subordinates while secretly vowing to make a comeback and make all the betrayers pay a painful price, a huge shadow suddenly passed across the sky.

Before the old mage realized what had happened, a hot flame fell from the sky!

"A dragon?!"

The nervous Aklum Gris hastily released a "Protective Flame Barrier", raised his head and stared at the behemoth hovering in mid-air.

"Hehe, it's really miserable. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the founder of the majestic Arcane Brotherhood was seriously injured by the rebellion launched by his subordinates." The black dragon laughed with a big mouth full of fangs.

No need to ask, he knew that he was none other than Zhang Cheng who had just rushed back from the outskirts of Silvermoon City.

Due to the development of several dragon mages in advance, he got the news as soon as the assassination started, and began to search along the outskirts of Luskan, but it didn't take long before he found traces of magic teleportation.

"You know me?! No, no, you are the guy who gave me the Shard of Magic Crystal!" Akram Gris' face quickly became ugly.

He was not a fool, and quickly realized that the weird black dragon in front of him didn't just meet him by chance, but had been waiting here for a long time.

Zhang Cheng smiled lightly and nodded: "Yes, I gave you the Magic Crystal Shard, but have you ever thought about what caused the rebellion today?"

"What do you want to express?" Akram Gris frowned subconsciously.

"I mean very simply, I pushed the whole thing forward.

From the moment you received the Crystal Shard in public, this rebellion was destined to come.

Don't you notice it at all?

Ever since you were immersed in the quest to prolong your own lifespan, the Arcane Brotherhood from top to bottom has started doing whatever it takes to climb the ladder.

A few years ago, the red wizard Mokai, the master of the North Tower, was killed in Icewind Dale. You had no intention of tracking down the murderer, but replaced the murderer in his place.

In a way, you encourage this unscrupulous competition.

Think about it, if the people below realize that a master with endless lifespan and invincible power will appear above their heads, they will do a nuclear reaction?

Of course, he did not hesitate to eradicate this threat so that he could climb to the pinnacle of power one day.

So from the moment I handed you the Crystal Shard, it was doomed that you would encounter a terrible assassination and rebellion.

Farewell, Akram Gris, I will inherit the organization you founded and make Luskan the most powerful city-state in the north..."

With the last word blurted out, the wand on Zhang Chenglong's small claw suddenly flashed a green light, and then flapped his wings and swooped down again to attack.

"Damn it! What did you do to me?"

Aklum Gris, who was hit by the green light, showed unconcealable panic and fear in his eyes.

He found that his vitality was rapidly draining, and the magic power stored in his body was being gathered to form a space tunnel that could tear his body apart.

"Sorry, I don't know exactly what kind of incredible changes this thing will have on you."

After all, Zhang Cheng who swooped down directly tore Aklum Gris's old body with his sharp dragon claws.

At the moment of his death, a huge portal leading to an unknown space was finally formed.

But inconceivably, nothing came out from the other end of the portal. Just a second later, the portal collapsed and disappeared forever...

4 Chapter Fifty Return to Luskan

"Interesting! The Curse of Doom failed to summon the Doomsday Guard. Could it be that the two worlds are in different universes? Or should I modify the space coordinates of the Curse of Doom appropriately?" Zhang Cheng, who had returned to human form, bent down and took a closer look. With the energy remaining on the broken corpse, he narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Obviously, the wand used just now was nothing else, it was the dragonbone wand that the warlock got at the graduation ceremony, and it stored a full twenty rounds of the curse of bad luck.

This time, in order to completely solve Akram Gris once and for all, he made an exception and used it as his hole card.

After all, in the original history of Faerun Continent, this old mage escaped the assassination of his subordinates, and then transformed himself into a powerful lich with the help of a hell devil, and returned to the road at a certain time. Scan, initiated a purge and regained control of the Arcane Brotherhood.

Zhang Cheng didn't want to be wary of the revenge of a Lich who could continuously regenerate for a long time in the future, so he made up his mind from the very beginning that Akram Gris must be killed and he would never be allowed to escape.

Undoubtedly, his plan succeeded, and with the complete death of Akram Gris, the Arcane Brotherhood no longer had a second figure worthy of fear.

Even Deltager Zelund, who planned the entire assassination operation, was nothing more than a pawn in his eyes. According to the plan, he would die in a fierce conflict with the Harper Alliance in a short time.

After thoroughly cleaning up the broken body of the old mage with the breath of the dragon, Zhang Cheng quickly left the outskirts of Neverwinter Forest, and using advanced teleportation magic, he quietly returned to a hidden house in the northern city of Luskan.