Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 548 Fearless
The fully enclosed enchanted power armor, codenamed Fearless, resembles the Warcraft Warrior class Tier 3 set in appearance. Its imposing, nearly two-and-a-half-meter-tall design, combined with its dark color scheme, gives it a strong visual impact and a sense of reliability.

Its heavy shoulder armor perfectly embodies the skull-worship aesthetic of the Warhammer world, although the two bull horns protruding from the top of the helmet are somewhat disloyal, but that doesn't matter.

Incidentally, the frost breath effect from the shoulder armor and skull was completely replicated by the mage using magical tricks…

Even though he had seen it many times in games in his previous life, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but be attracted to it when he actually made it by hand and it stood before his eyes.

It's really exciting, and it's really flamboyant.

“Chanem, without the adamantite raw materials we provided, the forging of the power armor would not have been successful, but the price would be that we Word Bearers could only wear ordinary scale armor.”

"Just like those militiamen who still smell of earth!"

Viconia, filled with envy and resentment, launched into a tirade of complaints, speaking as if the dark elves who had chased and fled back then had come specifically to deliver some local specialties from the Underdark to his Master Zhang.

Good grief, you've already lost everything, yet you're still so stubborn?

Kagan immediately objected and stubbornly insisted on arguing with the other party.

"The conditions in the territory are more favorable now, so it's not that we can't come up with better equipment."

The mage reached out to stop the dwarf who was about to cause trouble, then turned to look at Drow with a half-smile:
"Power armor was created to forge the heaviest and most ferocious war hammer, but what about you? You want to gild your daggers before they've even been sharpened and have drawn blood?"

"A hidden blade is superior to a visible one; the skills of the shadowy realms are incomparable to those of a tin can."

"Then why are you still eyeing power armor? You hypocritical woman!"

Kagan couldn't contain himself and jumped up, leaving Viconia speechless with a single sentence. He glared at the shorty, gritting his teeth.

"Well then, we don't have any adamantite, but Shadowsteel, as a magical metal, is also a good raw material. Its properties are just right, so it's not impossible to forge a batch of equipment specifically for you."

The mage calmed down the drow priestess who was about to explode, and her angry expression immediately vanished, replaced by a triumphant smile, the change as swift as a face-changing act.

“But I don’t want some beautiful, collectible dagger. There’s something I need you to do.”

The mage was used to this and led Viconia aside to give her a thorough explanation. The drow initially seemed unconcerned, but then a look of interest appeared on her face.

"Ha! This is the kind of spirit a lord should have."

She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her dark purple lips, giggling:
“My good man, you have finally made a wise decision. How long will it take to develop by just pretending to be kind and benevolent? As a strong person, you should use your privileges.”

"The primary task is to gather intelligence and avoid causing trouble."

"Don't worry, with our skills, this is a piece of cake. Those foolish Garuks won't even get a hair on our heads."

Zhang Yuan frowned at the almost arrogant confidence of the female drow. Viconia, who had not yet suffered a great loss, and her fellow tribesmen, did not think much of the "Galuk" on the surface.

Even though they were defeated by Zhang Yuan in a near-utterly crushing manner, these dark-skinned men did not let go of their arrogance and self-importance much.

After all, someone with the connections and methods of Master Zhang was truly an anomaly among spellcasters. Having recovered from the astonishment and shock brought on by the various powerful summoned creatures and the connections with high-ranking mages, they were certain of one thing:

It wasn't that our army was weak; it was just that the enemy was cheating. The questions were way beyond our syllabus.

While the great production and construction movement was in full swing across the High Cliff territory, the Whisperers in the shadows were not comfortably hibernating in their lair. Initially, tasks such as patrolling and scouting the surrounding forces were merely appetizers.

Heading west from the high cliffs and south to Sword Bay, the surrounding areas, such as High Cliff Harbor, Lockeburg, and even the now-ruined Crossroads Fortress, were nothing more than underground dwarf villages, easily taken from and exploited.

Master Zhang probably knows more about the situation in these villages and towns than the local lords do.

Even more distant places like Sihanoukville and Vandarin, known for its abundant mineral resources, have been put on the exploration agenda.

When the White Pagoda Chamber of Commerce opened up the market with its flagship products and made a fortune every day, all sorts of overt and covert infiltration and spying came in droves, and the footsteps of the spies finally paused.

It was just one meal.

Faced with the probing of various thieves and spies, the initially cautious Huaiyan Zhe quickly gained enough confidence from these uninvited guests as an unexpected reward.

Most of them were ordinary wanderers who made a living under the tutelage of mortal lords or merchant guilds. When they encountered the drow, who had been immersed in the ways of cunning and murder for many years, it was like running headfirst into a steel plate.

Occasionally, a few cunning, experienced, and skilled thieves or adventurers might manage to go a few steps further than their unfortunate counterparts, but the result was nothing more than receiving an extra beating.

Dark elves are not a tolerant and magnanimous race. Their vicious temper and nature mean they don't even care about the lives of their own kind, let alone foreign races that dare to provoke them.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuan's prior warnings and regulations, coupled with his own intention to expand the size of his forces, these unfortunate prisoners would probably have killed each other, leaving only a few as slaves and cannon fodder.

Now, apart from a few who were killed on the spot, most of the rest have been incorporated into the Word Bearers' ranks, enjoying the double insurance benefits brought by the Drow's Secret Medicine and the Command Spell.

If it weren't for Gao Ya's ability to neutralize all his overt and covert tactics, while the latter remained as calm as a still lake with only slight ripples on the surface, no one would know the depth of its depths.
The patience and restraint of meat-eaters are never a given.

“There’s nothing particularly special about Luskan. As long as you’re careful to conceal your racial origins, that place might be more suitable for you to thrive.”

Zhang Yuan briefly explained the internal strife within the Luscan gang.

"Oh? So the various gangs are scheming against each other and fighting for power? That sounds a bit like the way our Drow family operates."

Viconia's eyes lit up, and she gave a smile that was both dangerous and charming.

"You think that would be easy?"

"Then..."

The drow was about to confidently agree when she suddenly noticed the mage's strange expression. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked:

Is there something I should know?

"Well, how should I put it, the true rulers of Luskan are not those gangs on the surface, but a spellcasting organization called the Arcane Brotherhood, led by two archmages."

"Could our mission be to get into conflict with them?"

"No, that's not it,"

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