Arcane Journey

In the bizarre wizard tower, Brian was surprised to find that the moment Vizlan touched the magic notes of the chief wizard Hedzhof, this thick and ancient book actually trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound, as if a sleeping dragon was awakened and let out a low and majestic roar.

"I knew that with your personality, there was no way you wouldn't do anything to this book." There was a hint of teasing in Vizlan's tone, and his eyes flashed with wisdom. It was obvious that he had anticipated this situation.

"In that case, my old friend, I'd like to see what surprises you have left for me." His words were full of anticipation and curiosity, like an explorer about to uncover an ancient and mysterious treasure.

At this moment, the air in the Mage Tower seemed to freeze, and time became slow and heavy.

Standing aside, Brian keenly captured the ups and downs in Vizlan's heart as he stared at the ancient magic notebook.

His eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. That desire and expectation penetrated the air and almost materially touched the most obscure contents of the magic notebook.

And Vizlan's body was trembling slightly with nervousness and excitement, as if every cell in his body was trembling for the secret that was about to be revealed.

He was seen staring at the yellowed pages in the book, trying to glimpse the mysteries hidden in the world between the lines.

As Vizlan took a deep breath, it was as if he was having a silent conversation with ancient knowledge.

Then, this ancient magic notebook suddenly trembled slightly, as if responding to Vizlan.

Then, a dazzling pale light burst out from between the pages.

In this light, negative energy surged like a tide, carrying a heart-pounding chill, filling the entire room.

What Brian felt was not only the stimulation of the light, but also the depth and danger hidden in that negative energy.

It is like a whisper from the abyss, foreshadowing the horrors and wonders of the unknown world.

He wondered in his mind, was there really an ancient and terrifying undead creature behind this light, being slowly summoned by this power, preparing to cross the boundary between life and death and step into this real world?

The facts were just as Brian imagined.

The moment he raised his head, he suddenly felt a strange white and green light flashing in the wizard's tower, like a ghost dancing in the night, or like an ancient spell chanting slowly in the silence.

When this strange light illuminated Vizlan's cheek, Brian found that the other's expression was also full of surprise and confusion.

From this we can see that although Vizlan noticed that Chief Archmage Haizhuof had tampered with the magic notebook, he did not anticipate to what extent.

This made Brian realize that there was a high probability that a good show would happen next.

The protagonists of this drama are undoubtedly the former chief wizard and the current chief wizard.

The fierce battle between the two may begin soon.

The more I think about it, the more I think it’s possible.

So, Brian turned himself into a spectator, distanced himself from Vizlan, and observed the changes around him with interest.

Then, Brian's sight was attracted by a strange light, which actually came from the magic notebook. It was like a mysterious force jumping between the papers, and finally condensed into a swaying oval flame.

The flame, like a living thing, hung leisurely in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the narrow and cramped room around it. Its existence was undoubtedly a blatant provocation to the powerful protective magic of the Vizlan Mage Tower, as if to say: "Look, I can not only penetrate your defenses, but also create miracles."

As the flames danced, a portal quietly took shape. It appeared out of thin air, mysterious and majestic.

Brian peered through the flickering magic door and saw a long stone hall winding through the darkness.

On both sides of the hall are countless stone pillars, standing silently, as if telling ancient stories.

And in that dark porch, something was moving slowly, the vague figure appearing and disappearing from time to time, like a ghost in the night, evoking both imagination and fear.

When Vizlan saw this situation, he looked obviously flustered. He stepped forward, frowned, and waved his hands to cast detection magic.

"This is impossible, how is this possible! How could you break through my heavy defenses and break into the core of this wizard tower!" Vizlan exclaimed in disbelief.

At this extremely tense moment, a dark shadow slowly stepped out from the phantom-filled porch, like ink slowly flowing in the night, approaching them step by step.

The creature was tall but extremely thin, as if it had been carved by time and endless loneliness.

Its cold, flickering eyes are like two cold stars in its deep eye sockets, emitting a heart-pounding light that makes the viewer feel a chill rising up their spine.

As it got closer, Brian's sharp eyes captured more details.

The person who walked out of the portal was not the Chief Mage Haizhuofu as he expected.

The robe it was wearing was already tattered, with pieces of rotten fabric swaying gently in the wind, like a mark of time, recording a series of forgotten past events.

This scene is both strange and somewhat tragic, which makes people imagine the glory and fall of this once powerful man.

Lich!

Brian's heart was like a raging storm, and he instantly guessed the identity of the monster. It turned out that the chief wizard Haizhuof had used a sealing method to imprison a powerful legendary lich in this seemingly ordinary magic notebook.

He was secretly amazed, he never thought that Haizhuov had such unfathomable power.

The lich's steps were getting closer, and Brian was the first to meet its cold gaze.

The flickering light in those empty skull eyes seemed to be examining everything, which made him feel a chill.

However, the lich did not seem to cause any trouble to Brian. He just glanced at him casually and then turned his attention to Vizlan.

"Death has finally come to you, Vizlan, my old friend." The lich whispered. Its hissing voice was surprisingly loud in the silent air, like the humming of a poisonous snake in the dark night, making people shudder.

This voice seemed to have traveled through endless years, carrying with it an indescribable vicissitudes and sadness.

"Really?" A barely perceptible chill flashed across Vizlan's eyes.

"But do you know how often I hear this nonsense? You know, in the Underdark, there are many ignorant and stupid fools who always repeat the same prophecy to me self-righteously, as if death is just an insignificant drama to them." (End of this chapter)