Fantasy World Transmigration

The violent wind was raging, and the turbulent air flow was like a whip, slamming everything around. basket color,

When a big tree with two palms clasped together by the harbor was split into two sections by a wind whip, Chen Ang stood beside, the branches wrapped in the strong wind were like powerful arrows, enough to penetrate two layers of locks. Zijia. In such weather, going out has become a very dangerous thing. Waterdeep City was as empty as a ghost.

For the citizens here, the safe underground world has been bloodbathed by unknown forces and is being rebuilt. They dare not risk their lives to explore it in a short time. And the world on the ground was ravaged by strong winds. The believers of the God of Calamity also had wind elements and strange monsters belonging to him, attacking everywhere under the strong wind, spreading fear.

Everything seems to be calm, but some things that Chen Ang needs are fermenting in this calm

"Since that night, everything has gone very wrong. I can feel an undercurrent around me. Some young children, who have a promising future, but now their eyes are stained with something else. Ambition and"

Standing where Piergalon used to be, Kelben Black Rod looked at the raging wind element in the sky, and was talking to the great sage who came from afar, and Elminster, who was also a voter of Mystra, the goddess of magic. . Elminster shook his head and said, "Children's ambition is not a bad thing. You know, old friend. Who didn't make mistakes when they were young? Ambition is the pride of young people."

"But some mistakes are irreversible. Young people are more likely to be tempted. Once they make mistakes, they will go further and further down the wrong path. We should guide them correctly, rather than just sit back and watch them fall into darkness." He said silently After a moment, he sighed: "Three children have already broken their vows and made the big mistake of murder."

"Old friend, we can't make the road of goodness too tortuous, while the temptation of evil is all around us." Elminster took a deep breath. Sighing: "Impatience is a mistake every young person will make. You can't make them stick to kindness, equality and understanding like us. They can't see suffering as pearls. Suffering is wealth, and they can't realize the truth about themselves. What is the important thing"

"They naively believe in justice and seek it from the outside world, but we all know that justice is in our hearts. But it does not exist with Faerun. From Baldur's Gate to Waterdeep, from Amn to Icewind Dale, fairness and Justice has never existed, but belief and persistence in justice are the most precious.”

"Do you still recognize the man in black?" Kelben asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"From three months ago, I felt that trembling coldness. At that time, I thought it was a hallucination. Until a few days ago, I heard the abyss trembling and the gods crying. At that time, the sound of primitive magic power echoed in my ears The sound of the tide, heard the hymn of the source of evil. Until the end, the whole world echoed that name"

His eyes wandered away for a moment,

Yi murmured: "That unspoken name"

"Please allow me to call him Melkor by the name of the god on the Black Rod Tower." Elminster laughed, looking at Kelben Black Rod, who was weak and tortured by the shadow of fear, and winked at him Blinking his eyes, "That's right, Melkor is just old friend, have you forgotten that here, you let death practice itself. The god of the dead, became a lonely ghost"

Elminster laughed while talking, Kelben was stunned. They also laughed out loud, as if they had returned to the time when the saints were in catastrophe, that thrilling adventure, when they were with Midnight. Together, Kelenvor sent the God of Death, Mirkor, to the sky in Waterdeep City. that was the adventure that made them famous

"Haha, old friend, I almost forgot about that past." Celtic swept away the gloom and fear before, the memories of his youth made him energized, and his face was flushed, and they sang bard together Poets extol the works of that great history. Sing the epic of Midnight, the Goddess of Magic, and Walker Lanvor, the Death.

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Singing happily, Celtic got rid of the shadow that had been covering him all the time: "After my old friend contacted you, I went to spy on that name without authorization."

Elminster shook his head solemnly: "Recklessness is not a good habit of a mage, old friend, you should not try to spy on this evil and powerful existence, his name is the Lord of Darkness, and his title is Lord of Evil, Those who peep at Him shall be cursed. Caution is our most important insistence on protecting ourselves."

"Yes, Darth Milko, I shouldn't try to spy on him"

Celt said, as if there was still a trace of shame, "Darth, it is the dark side of the universe. I have never looked directly at such a pure darkness, that kind of rich pure black, which makes my silver fire dying .I tried to peek into the deeper side of the name, but I sensed a lot of evil and powerful souls"

"They represent this name, dyed majesty with blood and strength. Many of them are extremely evil, and their wisdom and strength make me feel small and ridiculous. When I touch the deeper darkness they represent, Il Munster, my soul is tormented by this"

"Those crazy thoughts in my head kept me awake at night. During that time I was chaotic and indescribable. I was convinced that I fell into an abyss deeper than the abyss. A monster named Darth Celt was in Inside my body. The most painful thing for me is that I despise the gods, they are mean and ignorant"

"I think I have touched the great existence of this universe. This world tells me that He is called the Force." Celtic curled up, looking old and tired, "I have my soul to fight against its call. When I wake up every day, My soul is full of wounds."

"It's all over, Celtic." Elminster hugged him, his voice was hoarse but the power in his words was extremely warm, and he comforted his poor old friend: "The goddess still cares for you, Keep you under His glory."

"But I'm scared, old friend," Celtic murmured, "The Force is like my mother." He buried his head in his arms, not wanting to hear Elminster's explanation: "I'm hesitating, If the gods are shallow, where will my soul take refuge On my craziest days, the gods make me sick"

Elminster can feel the torment and anxiety, because truth is sometimes more terrifying than blasphemy. The reason why it is difficult for mages to devote themselves to the gods is nothing more than a truth-seeking heart. For the gods, revealing their secrets Truth is more sinful than profanity, for the former makes them angry and the latter makes them afraid.

It was a master who played with human nature. The old mage took a few puffs of tobacco to warm himself up to dispel the lingering chill. The man in black, or Melko, could always catch the most vulnerable of human nature. place. He knows that lies and deceit last only for a while, but the truth can change a person forever.

Letting a man know the truth he shouldn't know is worse than deceiving him. Elminster knows how that kind of truth can destroy a man. Like being manipulated, ruled, and used by city guards, he knows that nobles and The truth of the council is the same. They must have understood their situation and the deception they had been in.

The truth is, they had no future, or most of them had no future, serving, surviving danger and war, and finally retiring as the breadwinners of a moderately wealthy family supporting a nice little home. Young people can't accept a future without a future, and they don't understand the value of plainness and warmth.

Elminster is willing to trade everything he has for it, but he also knows that those young people are relentless about it, they chase after power, wealth, prestige and honor, they aspire to be superior, but the truth is, impossible

Among merchants, nobles, guilds and councils, those who are already standing there cannot make room for them.

This is the truth they shouldn't know, and it will definitely arouse the ambition they shouldn't have, and then feel angry for injustice, suppression and framing. In the end, this kind of anger in pursuit of fairness and justice will burn everything.

Those smart young people, those children who have been instilled with conspiracy and tactics by Melkor, will use the weapon bestowed by evil to pursue their dreams and ambitions. Elminster felt sad for this. There will be no winner in this game of power, and the hypocrisy and justice exposed by Melkor will eventually destroy these children.

Together with Waterdeep City.

Elminster tightly pressed the bronze ring in his hand, he was a little scared, and it was because of this fear that he was able to keep vigilance on the ring.

"How did you finally get rid of these crazy visions?" Elminster looked back at the silent Celtic Black Rod.

Celtic raised his head, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Ring"

"What did you say?" Elminster walked up to him quickly and asked a little seriously.

"It's nineteen rings," Celtic sang: "The elves in the world cast three rings, the dwarves of the underground get seven rings, and mortals hold nine rings for longevity. The shadows of Mordor's demon land fall, and the dark king sits on the supreme ring."

"You're wrong, Black Rod, you're dead wrong," Elminster warned, "give it to me"

"It's not with me," Celtic shook his head.

"Give it to me," snapped Elminster, "in the name of the goddess, give me the ring."

"I can't do it" Celtic also responded angrily. He quickly realized his gaffe, fell silent for a moment, and said softly to Elminster: "I feel its control over me, but I can't do without it." Open it, I need it to protect me against Darth Celt. That ring has magic"

"So that night, the night I told you about the crisis in Waterdeep City, when I was briefly awake, I discarded it and threw it into the deep sea, downstream of the port, and let the strong wind and huge waves swallow it."

"I hope what you said is true." Elminster said solemnly, "but you have to tell me that what made you come to me with such fear today is why Darth is?"

"No, it's an eye"

"Above the high tower, it has eyeballs tumbling in flames. The irises are red and condensed like magma, like a crack in the blood-red flames, leading to the deepest darkness. The eyeballs are like flowing flames, but the irises are even stronger. Like a fine blood thread, the darkest in the middle, the most evil soul is that eye" To be continued. ~ Search for basket color, you can read the following chapters in full

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