Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 324: Mount Tai Falls
Zhang Yuan was a clever man, and he knew perfectly well that his teacher was actually bursting with curiosity, but was too embarrassed to ask his apprentice for help in front of others.

"Hey, what just happened? I just saw your summoned creature smash into that mage, how did it defeat him so easily? I didn't even see what happened, did you use time stop?"

Before Zhang Yuan could even open his mouth, Baras voiced his doubts, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Tyrantir, Zhang Yuan, and Void Mask as he spoke, clearly questioning something.

Just as Zhang Yuan hesitated whether to explain again, Tyrantir spoke up:

"This is the ability of that summoned creature."

Oh? If the teacher explains it proactively, then I don't have to waste my breath explaining it.

"You and that mage must have been in a state of mental stagnation just now, which is why you didn't notice the subsequent changes."

Tyrantir spoke eloquently, using deceptive language like "an old sow taking off her bra one after another," which made Zhang Yuan secretly click his tongue in amazement.

Goodness, I never expected my own teacher to start selling snake oil. He's usually so rigid and conservative, but once he starts bluffing, it's impossible to guard against him.

Baras listened with skepticism, but Tyrantir's explanation was logically consistent, and with Zhang Yuan, the original owner, echoing his sentiments, he had no choice but to listen to it as truth.

"Once this matter is settled, I will return to Gaolibao to review and organize what I have learned during this period. I also ask my teacher to help me resolve some of my questions and difficulties."

As Zhang Yuan spoke, he gestured with his eyes.

Tyrandeur, having understood the meaning, was overjoyed, thinking that his disciple had not been taken in vain, but his face remained solemn and serious:

"Very well, your talent and progress are truly remarkable. However, on the path of arcane magic, not only is it necessary to forge ahead bravely, but also to calm down, settle down, and accumulate experience."

The master and apprentice were singing in unison, but Balas, who was standing to the side, felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"By the way, can your summoned creature cast that spell again?"

Tyrantil seemed to be saying it casually, but his ears perked up.

"Yes, and I have even higher-level counterparts, but I don't have enough spell slots."

"What level of summoning spell?"

"The Fifth Ring Summons Monsters".

Spell scrolls are no big deal for archmages, are they?

Tyrantir immediately pulled out half a dozen scrolls, and glanced at Baras, clearly intending to lend him a few more if needed.

"That's enough, that's enough. I only have two advanced Void Masks on my summoning list."

Zhang Yuan calmly stuffed the three extra scrolls into his pouch and began to summon his chess piece army.

"Void Mask?"

Barras felt increasingly uneasy. There must be something fishy going on here. Were the master and apprentice in front of him just putting on an act to fool him?

"Chanem, tell me the truth, what exactly is that spell you used to summon that creature?"

"Alright, how much can a young man know? It's just that he has some talent in communication and summoning. You don't need to make a big deal out of it. If he focuses on this, he'll neglect everything else."

Tyrandeel came out and chuckled. "Me, serious? Did you see your expression just now?"

Baras muttered to himself, glancing sideways at Tyrantir, and pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing, only keeping the matter to himself.

Two two-star Void Masks appeared one after the other, both displaying a significantly larger physique and superior equipment, making them appear much more imposing than their younger counterparts.

The next figure that appeared made the two archmages slightly shift their gaze away from the void.

It's an old Samsung clockwork.

"Oh, this is our submarine's chief engineer, also known as First Mate Ritotrap. We'll have to rely on him to return to Neverwinter from the seabed."

Zhang Yuan didn't feel embarrassed at all for using the scroll he had just received for personal gain. Tyrantir was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters, so he nodded as a greeting and then spoke to Zhang Yuan.

"Alright, you guys hurry up and deal with those remaining Luskans. With their remaining strength, they can't possibly hold them off, can they? If this drags on, Luskan will probably become a prison."

He then gave a few more instructions and inquired about information regarding the Void Mask's abilities before setting off.

Watching Tyrantir's Aetherial Strike engulf Barath and two Void Masks in the Spirit Realm, turning them into light and shadow that faded before his eyes, Zhang Yuan turned to look at his teammates and his pieces:

"Get into formation and wipe out those Bloodsail Gang bastards holed up in the camp!"

After a resounding agreement, the Canaanites cooperated with each other and formed a pyramid-like formation with the chess piece army, with Tiny at the very top.

What happened next is self-evident; the phrase "imminent disaster" perfectly describes the plight of the Bloodsail Gang survivors.

After being bombarded by missiles, Ronald and his group of gullible followers barely managed to maintain the remaining existence of their organization. Just as they were about to take a look at the situation outside, they felt the ground shake, and then a towering figure, as large as a small mountain, appeared in their sight.

Ronald's heart skipped a beat. He and Burke were not strangers, and even if the other party had some trump cards he was keeping to himself, the presence of someone of this caliber made him really not have much confidence in him.

As for asking him to rush over and lend a helping hand to overcome the difficulties together?
Ronald looked at the two and a half swords in his hand; they probably wouldn't even be enough to trim the giant's toenails.

"Hurry up, everyone who's still breathing, get up, grab your weapons, and get ready to move."

After saying that, he led a group of guards to the headquarters building, took a few important items and documents, and was about to lead the way in, but it was too late.

In just a short while, most of the survivors had fled. The few remaining confidants were simply not enough to control the situation. Amidst the panic, even two of the personal guards ran away.

Looking at the remaining few cats and kittens, Ronald's face twitched. It wasn't that he didn't understand the value of time; he had discarded valuables and money without hesitation. It was just that some items and documents were simply too important to abandon, there was no reason to give them up…

He had always known that his subordinates were only good at winning when things were going well, but he never expected them to be so unreliable. Just as he was getting angry, he was suddenly pushed by a trusted confidant.

"Boss, boss, let's go quickly, or it will be too late!"

Ronald turned around and saw the other person's anxious face, pointing at something with one hand.

Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The small hill swayed and drove towards him, so he quickly climbed up to the observation deck to take a look.

With just that one glance, Ronald almost fell off the stage, his hands shaking as if he had late-stage Parkinson's disease.

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