Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 474 Why are you so skilled at this?!
Nevin Moore's smugness was interrupted by a cough, and Shadow Fiend, having been warned a second time, had no choice but to reluctantly shut his mouth.

"Yes, you guessed right, this is the greatest power in our world—the Shadowflame!"

The flamboyant Shadow Fiend would never miss an opportunity to boast, and immediately began to brag, making Old Master Zhang grin from ear to ear, but he was too lazy to expose the guy.

However, another insider was not going to tolerate this. Balasen, who was standing next to him, immediately scoffed and began to expose Shadow Fiend's secrets.

"I don't believe you for a second. Then, may I ask you, Lord Nevenmore, who wielded the greatest power? Who was it that was burned to the ground by the eternal demonic fire of the apocalypse, the flames of Vaandush, practically begging to be spared on his knees?"

"What do you know, you cart puller!"

How could Nevinmore save face? Shame and anger surged up, and his head, which was originally dark red, was now a mixture of red and black, with the flames shining up and making him look like a torch.

"That's because that bastard Doomsday was targeting me! Out of so many people, he just had to throw his ultimate attack at me!"

Then came a string of incomprehensible remarks, such as "the support is incompetent and has no vision," and "they won't even help him get a Linken's Sphere."

In the end, it was only after Zhang Yuan reprimanded him a few times through the mental link that the whole spectacle was brought to an end.

"Ahem, this is the Soul Splitter Balasan. He's honest and kind. You can think of him as an enhanced version of the Shadow Dancer."

Once the situation calmed down and the two enemies shut up, Master Zhang quickly gave a brief explanation to put the matter behind him. However, to the Grand Master, these words sounded like utter nonsense.

Whether he's honest or not is another matter, just look at his size...

Shadow Dancer?
What kind of dance is this four-meter-tall, heavily armored minotaur doing? That should be called War Trampling.

The Shadow Dancers are a powerful faction within the Wanderer hierarchy. Shar's Shadow Church boasts many elite assassins who are almost one with the shadows. They are agile and nimble, their movements as light and graceful as a dance, yet like daggers hidden behind veils, they possess boundless killing intent.

The problem is, with your physique, Old Niu…

If they really started dancing, they'd probably trample all of Shar's altar.

Tyrantil, whose eyes were twitching slightly, inhaled a cool breeze through his teeth, but ultimately said nothing, only uttering a few words:
“I am Tyranitar, a spellcaster.”

After exchanging greetings, the group descended the mountain together to the tomb located halfway up the mountain. The atmosphere was a little awkward, and no one knew what to say for a moment. Even Zhang Yuan, who was usually quick-witted, was much quieter.

"Is this the place? I never imagined that there would be such a hidden secret beneath this simple tomb."

Standing before the resealed stone gate, Tyrantir sighed, casually making a few hand gestures. With a wave of his hand, a beam of dark green light shot out from between his fingers, illuminating the twisted and closed sealing stone.

Unsurprisingly, the temporary barriers and seals that Zhang Yuan had set up earlier failed to even make a ripple. They melted away like snow in summer without any chance of resistance, leaving only a faint echo of the alarm barrier.

The faint magical aura was extinguished in the sweeping beam of destruction, and the boulder, exposed to the light, met its final fate.

One of the most powerful weapons of the Transformation faction is Disintegration.

The stone gate crumbled into dust, revealing a wide-open entrance to the tomb chamber. The magically twisted and reinforced boulder was barely stronger than tofu under the effect of the disintegration beam.

"You've made some progress in setting up the talismanic barrier, but it's better not to use these methods at all. Isn't the enchanted aura just a clear indication that there's something wrong here?"

"It would be better to simply set up an alarm barrier behind the door and seal the door off normally."

After making a few comments, the Grand Master walked towards the passageway. Zhang Yuan, who was left behind, scratched his head and pondered for a moment before leading the two big guys to quickly follow.

"This design style... is indeed the work of the ancient Nessers."

Tyrandeur slowed his pace as he entered the main hall of the tomb, carefully observing his surroundings as he walked.

Upon arriving before the statue, the archmage was certain that what lay hidden beneath the small, dilapidated tomb was indeed an ancient arcane relic.

Unlike his disciples who made rough calculations based on spatial orientation, Tyrantir drew his conclusions simply by observing the seemingly distorted characters and graffiti-like symbols on the tomb walls.

"Curved surface folding, spatial extension, dimensional locking and solidification, magic wall solidification..."

The high priest walked along the wall, pointing out the names and effects of each rune and spell as if they were his own treasures.

Hearing his teacher rattle off the menu, Zhang Yuan was a little confused. Wasn't this arcane art from the Nether era? He hadn't even had time to digest it yet. How did he become so proficient, teacher?!

What made Master Zhang's eyes pop out even more was yet to come. Tyrandeer, who had come to the front of the statue, simply made a grasping motion with one hand and held up the staff and key in mid-air before turning around to look at it.

Where is the console?

"It's to the left of the tallest forge, directly in front of the Soul Transfer Coffin."

Feeling that the situation was going beyond his expectations, Zhang Yuan told his teacher his location and then remained silent, observing how things would develop.

An invisible hand, wielding a long staff, hovered beside the archmage, moving with him to the control panel.

Tyrantir flipped his slender hand, and the staff and key floating in mid-air nimbly flipped over, swooping down like a flying snake and landing in the socket left in the center of the table.

Click~ Click~
A series of metallic clanging sounds came from the turning and meshing of mechanical gears. Looking at the cane key, it was now firmly standing on a latch on the control panel, with half of it sticking out. It looked like the control lever of some device.

Tyrandeur's hawk-like eyes swept over the star-studded, sealed buttons and joysticks on the control panel. After a moment's thought, he reached out and pressed several switches.

"Password."

"Posture and rationality, it's all too much..."

Faced with the teacher's question, Zhang Yuan quickly recited the command again in his broken dialect.

"Knowledge and reason are the cornerstones of power."

The Grand Master spoke Loross in perfect, clear pronunciation, which was far more authentic than Zhang's accent.

"You need to improve your dialect, or the AI ​​that others left behind won't be able to recognize your commands."

Finally, Tyrandeur left behind this warning, leaving Zhang Yuan speechless.

What makes you say that?
I initially learned Nessus language out of curiosity and personal interest, though I also hoped it might come in handy someday. Who would have thought that an oral exam would come so soon?

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