Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 559 Stubborn
hiss~
incredible.

Your blessing from your very soul is almost becoming semi-permanent!

Zhang Yuan was puzzled. Having some knowledge and having come into contact with the will of the Wilderness Walker Bevan, he understood quite well what this level of power meant.

Generally, blessings of spirits are limited in terms of time and scope. Even the spirits of ancient trees worshipped by druids can only provide protection and blessings to the worshipper within their own domain.

The blessing that has accompanied the other side of the mainland for several years without ever disappearing?

Could it be the Nine-Colored Deer?
"Then how do you start the trial?" the mage asked, temporarily putting aside all his guesses.

"I'm going to the Spine of the World."

Münster said so.

Zhang Yuan fell into a brief silence; these barbarians really knew how to pick their spots.

The Spine Mountains of the Far North are almost the coldest peaks of the continent of Faerûn, roughly equivalent to the Himalayas towering in the Arctic Circle.

In terms of living environment, it's practically an ice hell, but it's more than qualified as a training ground.

It was a near-premeditated murder.

Beyond the extremely harsh weather and geographical environment, the strange beasts and savage tribes that have sprung up in this barren land are an even more dangerous presence.

Ice Troll?
Compared to the various tribes of giants and the lair of dragons, and even the creator race that has been dormant since ancient times and is eagerly awaiting its revival…

What kind of monster is the Ice Troll?!

Of course, our current understanding is limited to written materials and Münster's personal experience. No one can say for sure what exactly is lurking in the periglacial mountains of the far northeast.

"The Spine of the World is not a benevolent place."

"I know, otherwise the trial would be meaningless."

"Even so, let's wait until the power armor is finished first!"

The mage stared at the other person, calmed his breathing, and said, "Go and select from the magical items in the inventory."

The usually cheerful and unruly man seemed somewhat awkward, rubbing his fingers on his trousers.

"But, but then it wouldn't be a test! Boss, even if you threw all your treasures at a goblin, it would still have a chance to cross the mountains."

"Hmm?" The mage's eyes narrowed.

The barbarian, who had dared to defy Master Zhang's good intentions for the first time, felt a chill run down his spine, but forced himself to speak:
"I, a sword and a set of thick leather armor are enough for me."

"Damn it, are you going to your death?"

The mage, unusually, swore.

The barbarian trembled at the shout, his head drooped, and his huge frame looked like a large quail.

Hu~hu~
Münster slowly raised his low head, catching his breath and forcing himself to look directly at the leader, captain, and lord who had led them through the Sword Coast and whom he had sworn allegiance to with the sword in his hand.

"Even if I fail again, when that moment comes, I have no reason to run away."

does it worth?
The monk considered many factors in an instant, but he could find almost no reason to agree with the other party's almost desperate choice.

But seeing the barbarian's resolute determination, the mage's eloquent and persuasive skills ultimately proved useless.

The road has been paved for you, so why can't you just follow it obediently?
Münster may seem mediocre—not as strong or bulky as the half-ogre brothers, not as sturdy as the dwarf brothers, and far less agile than the elven ranger—but he's only slightly inferior. In reality, he's well-rounded with no weaknesses. More importantly, while the barbarian may appear quiet and somewhat dull, he's not stupid; on the contrary, he possesses a certain inner wisdom.

Since the establishment of the territory, and since Mars, the Tusk, and later the Sword Saint Overlord served as military instructors, this guy has been the most diligent and hardworking in learning. Coupled with his already good foundation and comprehension, his progress during this period can be described as rapid.

This is a hidden advantage of the human race. Although it may not seem to excel in every aspect, and mediocre people make up the majority of the population.

However, a sufficient population will always produce a group of outstanding individuals who stand out with their talent, perseverance, and determination.

Back then, he was just an ordinary member of the Flame Fist, but now he has finally honed his skills through experience, which is a great thing.

I don't aspire to be a great warrior or a legendary seed; if I can just get past the threshold of high-level warrior, it will be of great help.

If we really want to get to the bottom of it, a mere high-ranking warrior is indeed nothing in Faerûn, a land known for its liches and red-robed warriors, but it also depends on the year.

What is the current situation?
More than a decade has passed since the end of the Year of Conflict, when the chaos of the saints nearly turned the entire continent upside down. This is now a calm after the storm, or perhaps the prelude to the next wave.

Many powerful figures are lying in wait. High-level warriors are quite influential when they travel between city-states and kingdoms. Their every move can cause a tremor within a radius of ten miles.

To put it simply, even Nash's, the lord of Neverwinter, barely managed to become a high-ranking warrior, and none of the Nine Guards of Neverwinter had even crossed that threshold.

Even the five captains who are Luscan's arch-rivals, who are nominally in charge, only wield power at this level.

Such a fierce general, and an old comrade who started from scratch with him, the significance of this is self-evident.

Despite the current vibrant and thriving landscape of the territory, in the Sword Bay, a place rife with trouble, a few ripples in the turbulent currents can easily overturn it into a stinking ditch.

Ultimately, the existence of any power depends on the support of strength. No matter how lush a rootless duckweed may be, it is still just food on someone else's table.

What does territory mean to Zhang Yuan?

It is home.

After wandering in the alien world of Faerûn for several years, he finally managed to build up a foundation and develop it according to his own wishes, creating an ideal picture with his brushstrokes.

To say that he has no feelings for his own little piece of land would be nonsense, especially since it's not just him alone, but also the core base of his old brothers who have been knighted.

When the monk was present, the background of his wrist was enough to suppress all sounds, both inside and outside, creating a harmonious scene.

What if Zhang himself wasn't there?
He is a lord, a mage, and a transmigrator with his own thoughts and desires. The cozy atmosphere of his new home may be a haven for rest, but it is by no means a place to confine his ambitions.

Building territory is a tool to help oneself, not a means to turn oneself into a mere tool.

Faerun is so big, he has to go and see it, and while he's at it, he can also enjoy some of the resources and benefits he gained by manipulating the protagonist in his previous life.

This time, I'll take charge myself, so I won't trouble anyone else.

What about the territory?
The Canaan Squad, which originated from the elite Flame Fist, is considered the old guard of High Cliff Territory. The militia that will be fully trained and equipped in the future will also be useful. Their strength is enough to protect High Cliff Territory, and they can also bring High Cliff Port under their control.

However, that's not enough.

Internally, it is difficult to subdue the diverse and ambitious members of the Zhuoer group;
Externally, it cannot deter potential espionage or even infiltration by predators who covet the profits from the high-altitude commodities.

Stripped of the mage's personal authority, High Cliff's situation was not so secure, not to mention the storms that would follow with the turmoil of the Winterless Kingdom.

High-ranking combatants are like a pillar of strength and a backbone.

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