Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 221 Trial | Purification

"By the way, according to your family elders, I am now your creditor. You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?"

"You!" Tailinda suddenly looked up, her teeth clenched, and a stubborn look in her eyes dispelled her previous confusion and disappointment, landing directly on the face of the eloquent Zhang Da Guan Ren in front of her.

"Then I'll just pay with my life!" He said each word clearly and forcefully.

"Good!" Zhang Yuan clasped his hands together and pointed at the other person: "That's the kind of spirit you're looking for. You see, you're not the coward they and you think you are, are you?"

Talinda didn't bother with the conversation at all. She turned her head to look at Grando, who was bound below. The cold light in her eyes grew even more intense, and she gritted her teeth until her cheeks bulged slightly.

"All of this will be resolved today, and the culprit who caused all of this will be banished back to the abyss. This too shall pass." Zhang Yuan tried to use words to comfort the other party.

"What do you know?" The female elf didn't even bother to turn her head.

The eloquence level and charm bonus are too low, the judgment failed!

As if he could vaguely hear the sound of dice rolling and DM's mocking voice, Master Zhang had no choice but to give up and helplessly shook his head as he returned to the old man's side.

Seeing the old man's smug, almost theatrical expression on his face, Zhang Yuan's mood worsened.

"Don't judge these elves by the standards of human society. Their lifelong remembrance is not the same as a human's lifelong remembrance," Galas said sagely.

"I say, this female elf seems really unwilling. Why don't we just not make her join my small team?" Captain Zhang, who had been rebuffed, was already thinking about returning her.

"We've only just begun! Are you already giving up? Fine, give me back that leaf, and we'll pretend this never happened." The old man stretched out his hand, palm up.

"A duck that's already flown into Grandpa Zhang's mouth, how can you let it escape?" He immediately laughed it off, not mentioning kicking her out of the team, but in his heart he had made up his mind to just use this female elf as a tool, not expecting anything else.

As the cloud giant shepherd's praises grew increasingly fervent and powerful, almost piercing the dome and soaring into the heavens, white-tinged blue clouds surged from the four precious orbs, swirling and swirling around Grando, soon enveloping him in a cocoon resembling a marshmallow.

Goodness, white cotton wrapped around black cotton, a chocolate-filled cotton candy?
While still lost in thought, Garas stepped forward and walked to the inner edge of the altar, where Quimara stood. Quimara nodded in acknowledgment, and then the two looked at So-Koo-Hu.

As expected, the big shot of Kouhu delivered another impassioned speech at this exciting moment, which thrilled the giants in the hall, who clapped their hands like drums.

Looking at the two distinguished guests on the stage, Quimala was still able to maintain a polite demeanor, while Garas had empty eyes and was already lost in thought, not knowing where he was.

With arms raised high and a shout, the cloud giant leader finally ended his speech, which was half prayer and half judgment.

The final moment finally arrived. The four giant priests who had been kneeling on the ground rose up and stood around the altar like towering pillars, each standing behind the Thundercloud Orb, chanting incessantly and pressing their hands against the orb.

The clouds enveloping the demonic figure grew thicker and thicker, their azure color becoming more pronounced. The clouds shifted and changed in countless ways, casting out specks of azure light, reminiscent of the sky, storms, atmosphere, and hurricanes.

Just then, Galas pulled a wooden arrow from his sleeve. It had neither an arrowhead nor fletching. If it weren't for the sharpened tip and the short, root-like tendrils fluttering at the end, it would have been no different from a stick.

The arrow looked unremarkable, but today's protagonist—Mr. Grando—did not think so. Upon seeing it, Grando's silent scream suddenly intensified, the violent fluctuations almost transforming into a mental shriek that caused turmoil in the spiritual seas of everyone present.

Almost everyone, including Zhang Yuan, frowned, and even though they knew it was useless, they couldn't help but cover their ears.

All of this was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Galas, who continued to draw on the wooden arrow with his fingers, each touch and stroke infused with a stream of light.

After finishing the drawing, the old man grinned and, without hesitation, threw the wooden arrow like a dart, sending it flying straight towards Grando in a green streak.

At this moment, Grando was too terrified to even struggle. His body was stiff, and he watched helplessly as the wooden arrow pierced through the clouds, penetrated the golden ring, and sank into his chest.

The wooden arrow that pierced the demon's body changed shape in an instant. The runes engraved on its surface lit up, the light spread, and its entire body was no longer made of wood. It became crystal clear, bright, and emerald green, as if it were carved from the finest jade.

Such beauty attracted everyone's attention, but soon it was revealed, under the watchful eyes of the people, what kind of horror was hidden beneath this splendor.

As the light subsided, delicate emerald green lines, like crystal branches, extended outward from the arrow's body, instantly covering the entire shadowy figure. Grandor, which had been a black shadow, now resembled a piece of shattered black porcelain glued back together with green glue.

Even more frightening is that these patterns not only grow wildly, but are also highly contagious.

As the green crystal branches continued to spread and fork, these tiny branches occupied more and more space, and Grandor's shadowy body irreversibly transformed into a completely verdant body of forgiveness.

If the demon's identity weren't revealed, people would believe he was a follower of Sylvanas.

Click, this is just my imagination.

Without a sound, the emerald green and translucent demonic shadow suddenly vanished, disappearing into the world like a handful of fireflies.

Outer-plane beings, such as the Tanari, Batzu, and the Elementals, are inherently a unity of soul and body. They have no concept of an afterlife, and their direct alignment with power and rules makes them more likely to be favored by their respective planes.

When they enter the prime material plane, it is often a projection of their consciousness and soul. Even if they perish, they will not truly die. They can be resurrected in their original plane by paying a certain price.

This move is very underhanded, similar to the Lich's Box of Fates, making it difficult to truly kill.

However, this is not entirely invincible. Nothing is absolute or perfect. The most common method used by powerful spellcasters in the prime plane to deal with these rogues from the outer world is imprisonment.

By using methods such as soul binding, oaths, and containers, the consciousness of these otherworldly beings is trapped, making them unable to leave and obediently turning them into servants, henchmen, or even the spirit of Aladdin's lamp.

For example, the rapid development of the Prime Plane Construction Technology is thanks to the selfless dedication of the elemental beings.

Working 007 year-round without a break, without salary, bonuses, or overtime pay, is truly a great blessing for lawyers.

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