Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 473 Brothers Fighting Tigers, Master and Disciple Going into the Tomb

It's no wonder the Archmage had this suspicion. Having experienced and witnessed much during his past adventures, Tyrande was no stranger to tomb raiding.

In Faerûn, a place steeped in history and past, as long as you're bold enough, lucky enough, and most importantly, strong enough and resilient enough, you can easily outmaneuver those who aren't so willing to cooperate in archaeological excavation. One shovelful can bring wealth to your entire family, and a life of comfort for the rest of your days is not out of the question.

In fact, many adventurers and mercenary groups don't mind temporarily playing the role of tomb raiders when they encounter such a good opportunity. Among all kinds of tombs, there is a special type with far greater benefits and risks than the others: the mage's tomb.

The bizarre and mysterious aspects of this are not worth discussing. It's not uncommon for a lich to appear out of bad luck, but once you succeed, you can obtain a magical item or even an ancient magical artifact...

Especially in the Bison Desert, within the ruins of the ancient Netherworld Empire, countless lost treasures are buried.

Having spent a considerable amount of time there in the past, Tyrandeer was no stranger to those self-proclaimed treasure hunters. Sometimes he could even snag some good stuff from them, especially when they weren't good at spotting treasures. The feeling of finding a bargain was truly exhilarating.

"I found a Netherian arcanist's tomb on a high cliff in the Shadow Plane, containing many valuable items that are difficult to handle..."

This kid really did go grave robbing. A dignified mage lord doing this kind of work doesn't he feel ashamed? It seems I'll have to trouble myself, as his teacher, to teach him a lesson about the character and conduct of a spellcaster.

Of course, we'll also take the opportunity to look after and maintain those valuable instruments and equipment.

These are all old items passed down from the Netherian era. It would be heartbreaking if they were accidentally broken by that half-baked little guy.

Wait, the Shadow Dimension? Isn't it supposed to be about raiding graves in the Bison Desert?

Tyrantil, who was slightly taken aback, quickly came to his senses and listened with some surprise to his disciple's subsequent, eloquent report.

It was truly unexpected that he also knew about the shadowy gap deep within High Cliff Fortress. He had already heard in detail from that gossipy Balas about how the mages of Winterless City went to investigate, but he never expected that there would be such a mystery involved.

What incredible luck!

Tyrande was surprised and speechless. You can build a base, but why do you have to disguise it as a grave? Isn't that encouraging people to rob graves?
However, to be fair, this harvest was truly remarkable. The archmage was already itching to get his hands on the rare construct, the Shadowsteel Golem, not to mention an entire production line built using technology from the Nether Age.

After patiently listening to his apprentice's account, Tyrandeur instructed him not to act rashly, as he would arrive shortly afterward.

The meaning of "following" is that no sooner had Master Zhang hung up the communication than he left the castle for his residence in the earthen building, a high-level teleportation spell lit up in the hall.

"Teacher, you..."

Zhang Yuan clicked his tongue inwardly. The old man was far too impatient. He was still scheming about how to trick the teacher into coming over, but well, without him having to worry about it, the old man rushed in on his own initiative.

As the light and shadow of the teleportation dissipated, the teacher still seemed to maintain his serious and composed demeanor. However, Zhang Yuan's perception was not for nothing; his shrewd eyes immediately detected the barely suppressed eagerness in the other person's eyes.

"Regarding the Arcane Ruins..."

"The matter of the Mage Tower..."

The master and apprentice spoke almost simultaneously, discussing the same topic, but with completely different emphases, giving the impression of talking past each other.

"Hmph! Mage Tower, Mage Tower, all you ever think about is that. With your current skill level, do you think you can even operate a Mage Tower?"

"Go and see what's really going on at the ruins before you talk about your outlandish plan." The archmage scolded his disciple, his beard bristling and eyes wide, but he left room for maneuver in the end.

Knowing better than to keep quiet, Zhang Yuan led his teacher to the underground palace. They had barely left when they were about to have to go back in again. What a hassle.

"The altar of the Lady of Shadows? Don't underestimate these wandering spirits who are always causing trouble in the dark. Setting up her altar deep in the castle, aren't you afraid of falling into her trap?"

Tyrantil frowned upon seeing the statue of Shar and the altar, and immediately pointed out the hidden danger:

"The erosion of shadows is slow and insidious; by the time one is truly succumbed, it is too late."

"It's a last resort. Otherwise, we wouldn't even be able to maintain stable control of the Shadow Gate, let alone channel energy to support the operation of the summoning array."

Mr. Zhang spread his hands, his helplessness evident, and then, after thinking for a moment, added:
"However, I believe that the situation will change with the establishment of an energy conduction system based on element pools."

"This problem really needs to be solved quickly, otherwise when that person's gaze falls on you, every move you make in the shadow dimension will be under their watchful eye."

The high priest paused for a moment, his expression turning grave as he looked at the altar:

"It would be best to handle the altar matter properly; the Lost Lady is not a magnanimous person."

Zhang Yuan knew the implications and nodded in agreement. Then, Tyrantir didn't say much more, cast a few detection spells on the Shadow Gate, and then plunged inside.

After emerging from the similar underground palace and castle, it was as if they had passed through a mirror and arrived at the other side of the world of reflection. The archmage, unfazed by such sights, led his disciples out of the castle and into the shadowy sky, which seemed to be perpetually gray and gloomy.

"Ok?"

Tyrandeur's calm face showed a hint of surprise as he saw Shadow Fiend and Soulbreaker loitering and guarding the castle gate like two guardian deities.

"Are these also from another world?"

The Grand Master turned his head to look at his disciple, his eyes scanning the three of them.

"Yes, this is Nevin Moore. Don't let his fierce appearance fool you, he has a very cheerful personality."

Zhang Yuan gave Shadow Demon a slightly warning glare, and before the other party could speak, he gave a brief introduction.

"This flame... is very special."

Tyrantir scrutinized the other, his expression shifting from interest to seriousness tinged with a hint of inquiry. He briefly observed the energy shifts and flows contained within the churning flames using his arcane vision, and after probing with his spiritual senses, he drew his conclusion:

"This flame can devour burning shadows and affect spirituality and even the spirit itself. It is not much worse than the Balor Fire."

"Moo ha ha, mortal, your taste..."

"cough!"

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