Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 554 Nerif

The three ships, no longer bothering to conceal themselves, billowed their sails and followed at full speed, like hungry wolves tearing off their disguises from a flock of sheep.

However, it was all for naught. The Clippers, who were once known for their speed, did not close the gap by even a fraction. Instead, they fell further and further behind.

Adams's gaze shifted from disbelief to blankness, then to seriousness. With his limited understanding, he was now certain that the target about to slip away was no benevolent being; it must be a magical creation or simply a magic ship.

The two support ships continued their futile pursuit of the Auerbach, while Adams' own ship quietly fell several lengths behind.

What a joke! With just these two sampans, if the other side has some powerful tricks up their sleeve, we might not even have a chance to swim back to Siskan.

The two auxiliary ships rushed as fast as they could, but only fell further and further behind. Looking back, they saw their own flagship sitting at the rear, calling out to them with flag signals, urging and encouraging them, but no one rushed to catch up.

They finally understood what was going on. After pretending to chase for a while, they quickly stopped and used flag signals to report that the target had escaped far away.

"They are quite alert."

After learning that she had finally shaken off her stalkers, Viconia breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

The plan was to launch a missile strike to settle old scores and bury the hatchet once the tracking ship was lured out to sea, but the other side turned out to be unexpectedly cautious.

Since the fish weren't biting, she couldn't force them to use a cannon to blast them. It was just that the almost perfect mission ended with a small mishap, which was always unsatisfying.

Thinking of the tracking spell that still clung to her like a maggot, the female priest felt as if a dark cloud was hanging over her heart, impossible to dispel.

……

"Chanem, the matter of Luskan has been dealt with, but the forces behind them are beyond our ability to handle. We are probably being tracked by high-level or even archmages."

Viconia picked up the communication crystal and solemnly reported the course of her journey and the unexpected situation to the mage lord on the other side.

Although it's a bit shameful to have the leader intervene when things aren't handled properly, compared to one's own safety and future troubles, a little face is nothing.

Moreover, giving a report is an art, an art of language.

One's own merits must be immense, while one's mistakes must be minor. One must never forget to exaggerate the difficulty of the task, the strength and cunning of the enemy.

As for colleagues and subordinates?

Of course, they're used as scapegoats!
Although there was no evidence whatsoever, Wiconia was adamant that the plan had gone wrong because two incompetent subordinates had slipped up.

As for its connection to oneself, it has absolutely no bearing on them.

If you really can't find a way to shirk responsibility, just admit some leadership responsibility.

The embellished report made Boss Zhang on the other end twitch his eyebrows and almost laugh out loud in anger.

Generally speaking, the other party probably wouldn't dare to fake it, but there's likely a little too much exaggeration involved.

"Grand Mage? Even a high-level spellcaster would be more than enough to make them suffer. Why would they dare to flatter themselves?"
"Alright, tell Lars to slow down the ship. I need to locate the teleportation point."

The mage said something irritatingly and then hung up the communication before starting to cast a spell. However, the light flashing in his hand was not from a teleportation spell.

"I have foreseen the signs of the future; everything is in my sight."

As the light faded, the oracle, dressed as an astrologer and holding a water sphere, appeared with a somewhat charlatan-like air. Bright blue, primordial waves swirled endlessly within the water sphere, making the oracle's already azure face appear even more verdant.

"An unfamiliar dimension, where destiny and the future are shrouded in the unknown, and there is too much turmoil outside the veil of the world. I..." "I cannot dispel the fog before my eyes."

The Oracle, who had made a grand entrance and raised the bar for prestige, closed his eyes and sensed the turbulent and perilous vortex of fate and the complex and chaotic network of destiny in Faerûn. He immediately lost his temper.

What else? Do you think you can conjure up a Phantom Veil in Faerûn to steal Cyric's thunder?

Zhang Yuan dared not easily believe the backstory of the Dota heroes. The Oracle's scheme seemed like a replica of the Loom of Fate. It was already strange enough that they could command those crazy women, Phantom Assassins. In Toril, they would at most be a crazy assassin guild.

Fortunately, he didn't expect the other party to be able to exert the power of a great diviner; his ability to reverse prophecy and dispel spells was enough to solve the current trouble.

Master Zhang was too busy with his affairs to personally go to sea to clear the name of the Word Bearers, and it was certainly not because he had done so many good deeds in Luscan that he dared not expose himself to the Brotherhood's possible sight.

“My underlings are a bit clumsy, Nerif, please help them smooth things out.”

"I will do my best."

The oracle nodded, gave a brief reply, and was then teleported to the cabin of the Auerbach, which was adrift on the Sea of ​​Swords.

Another new face. Chanem has quite a few tricks up his sleeve, doesn't he?

From the golem-like craftsmen of Keane at the beginning to the tall, thin, blue-skinned humanoid before her, Viconia had seen many diverse visitors from other worlds since their first encounter. Their appearances, personalities, abilities, and styles varied, but they all shared one thing in common:
powerful!

The oppressive feeling emanating from the powerful figure among them was even stronger than that from the mage, the summoner himself.

"There are indeed signs that it has been locked by magic."

The Oracle surveyed his surroundings, his eyes sweeping over the drow and crew before settling on the drow female warrior.

"The Flame of Purification".

A sky-blue flame rose from beneath the drow's feet and engulfed him, creating a scene reminiscent of a sudden trial by fire.

“Damn Garruk, you have no right to do what I do.”

The Drow female warrior, engulfed in flames, shouted curses, but unexpectedly, her own reinforcements launched a sudden attack, and she suddenly developed her soprano potential.

"Shut up, you incompetent fool. Your cumbersome life deserves only this kind of ending."

Viconia's reprimand was even more severe. She was relieved to have successfully cleared herself of suspicion and shifted the blame to her subordinates, but she also felt a little regretful.

This is certainly not out of concern for the safety of their own kind; the drow don't have such noble sentiments.

The already limited resources she had were further depleted, which was a real pity for the power-hungry female pastor.

"The end of a period of good fortune."

Despite being engulfed in flames, the Drow warrior, intimidated by her past power, ultimately did not dare to rebel on the spot. However, her attempt to escape from the cabin was still restrained by a decree from the Oracle, forcing her to stand as punishment.

"Pain lasts only a moment, but healing takes a long time."

Nereif's words seemed to possess a magical power, or perhaps it was because the Flame of Purification had burned away its negative effects and turned from intense to gentle, and the healing power it provided flowed like a warm spring through the recipient's meridians. The recipient's intense struggle gradually subsided, and his face showed some hesitation and even enjoyment.

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