Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 479 New Concept
Aside from Melkor, who was brutally defeated by the old rogue Elminster, the Black Staff Kelburn, and the Seven Sisters, which other unlucky deity has fallen to the hands of mortals?
Moreover, whether the first few can be summarized as ordinary people is another matter.

Tyrantir didn't have many fantasies or ambitions about ascending the throne. Not only him, but most spellcasters who restrained their delusions with reason chose to stay away from this mess as much as possible.

With his extraordinary strength, he was able to protect himself in the Mage Tower, but he also felt his own insignificance and powerlessness as he was swept up in the torrent of fate. He had rarely felt this way since Tyrantir became an Archmage.

Despite her complex emotions, Tyrandeur did not let them dominate her reason and engage in such self-deceptive behavior.

The fall of the goddess of magic is nothing new; it has happened time and time again, and everyone has become quite used to it.

However, for the spellcaster, each death of the mysterious lady meant a sharp fluctuation in the magic network and an exponential increase in instability.

The far-reaching consequences could even be a rewriting of the rules of spellcasting.

These were not unpredictable events. Tyrandeur's eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful glint in them.

It's never a bad thing to be prudent and have a backup plan. The Archmage has a very deep and extensive understanding of arcane magic. He hasn't mentioned it much in the past because he was afraid that some apprentice might try to do too much and end up doing something like a bear trying to pick corn.

Now that this is taken into consideration, it wouldn't be difficult for Tyrande to revive this path.

However, it seems that his disciple is hiding a lot of things. He keeps making excuses such as rumors and gossip, but the great master who knows his disciple well is not so easily fooled.

If there wasn't concrete information or a high probability, this kid wouldn't have said that. But with his level of strength, where would he get the evidence to judge the future trend?
However, the Grand Master did not delve into the details. After checking the equipment and instruments again to ensure they were in good working order, he silently continued on his way, leaving the underground palace and arriving at the entrance of the mausoleum.

“These are the runes for opening a secret magical door. Your previous work was a bit hasty. Even if those crude magical traps were disguised, they couldn’t block the vision of certain shadow creatures. Instead, they would have exposed the abnormality. It would have been better to simply collapse the entrance and disguise it as a dilapidated tomb.”

As he spoke, Tyrandeur handed over a dark, round stone tablet. The smooth surface of the tablet was engraved with several curved, crescent-shaped symbols, which, when combined, possessed a simple yet elegant beauty.
“I have sealed the entrance to the passageway of the surface tomb chamber. Without the activation talisman, it is just ordinary ground. I will leave this door open as a smokescreen.”

"Ok."

As an apprentice, one should naturally follow good advice, but...

"As expected of a teacher, he is indeed experienced and thoughtful."

While Zhang Yuanming was praising her, his eyes were darting around, clearly not holding back any good intentions.

"Stop flattering me. I fell for that trick when I was doing archaeology in the Bison Desert."

Tyrantir glared at his apprentice with annoyance, recalling his own adventurous years in the desert with his companions. He hadn't gained much, but had suffered a lot, and thinking about it made him feel a bit suffocated.

It's true that different people have different fates. We went through countless hardships and overcame numerous obstacles, not to mention the dangers involved, but what was the result?
For more than half a year, I dug graves in the truly barren land of the Bison Desert—no, I mean, I worked hard for more than half a year doing archaeological excavation. I did have some gains, but they were mostly scattered remnants. I managed to scrape together enough books with great difficulty, and relied on them to search the rugged path of the lost arcane sorcerer.

Why couldn't he have such good fortune? He could just wander into a remote, desolate place like a cliff and dig up a perfectly intact golem workshop, complete with a legacy passed down from his ancestors. The key is that this treasure is only guarded by two Shadowsteel Golems, enough to wipe out ordinary adventurers or skilled individuals. But against a professional team composed of high-level professionals, they would end up as parts and collectibles in the construction workshop.

It wasn't that Tyrande and his companions didn't encounter any grand and impressive ancient ruins; on the contrary, they stumbled upon a massive one.

It was so powerful that even a team of strong warriors couldn't handle it.

However, all of these things are things of the past, and they have settled deep in the heart of Tyrantir, who has now become a Grand Master, turning into a knot in his heart that is hard to let go of.

The old master didn't mention this to his disciple, but only asked after handing over the rune stone:

"What do you plan to do with this golem factory? Since we can't manufacture the core alchemical reactor and the mind center, producing just the shell is pointless."

Seeing the teacher's gaze, Zhang Yuan understood what the other party meant. The current situation was crystal clear: the assembly workshop he had acquired did not have core technology, but it had the important advantages of location and raw materials, as well as excellent processing and manufacturing capabilities.

Is this the start of building its own modern factory? Ferren Foxconn?

However, this is not a bad approach. With my current technical level, finding a core technology partner is an inevitable choice. Otherwise, it would be a huge waste to have an empty factory and a warehouse full of equipment but not be able to produce finished products.

Since external forces are to be introduced either way, what force can be more trustworthy than one's own mentor?
However, given the current size of the territory and his meager savings, starting large-scale construct production and building a colossus army is basically a pipe dream. Manufacturing a few Shadowsteel Golems on a small scale is not much more meaningful than using his own pawns.

Repairing these two golems and then working with the mentor to create a few new golems to share would be enough. After all, Tyrantir himself was only doing this for research purposes and had no ambition to build an armored army to conquer the world and contend for supremacy.

We can't expect teachers to spend their own money and resources to arm themselves with their own lofty ideals, can we?
"It would be a waste to use such a production line only to produce the shells of the Shadowsteel Golem. Could we make some adjustments to the production modules and prototypes?"

"That's possible, but what's your idea?"

Upon hearing this, Tyrantil raised an eyebrow and looked at his disciple with some doubt.

"I want to use the workshop here to produce a batch of armor."

"Armor? What kind of armor needs to be produced in the construction workshop?"

The Grand Master was somewhat puzzled, and his gaze was as if he were looking at a simpleton begging for food with a golden bowl.

"Could it be that you want to mass-produce magical armor? You yourself have experienced how that enchanting workshop works. Without an alchemist to take charge of inscription enchanting, you can't make magical items just by using a lathe."

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