Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 560 Farewell
Yes, the power hidden in the shadow of the High Cliff Castle is far more than just high-level.
The mere fact that he suppressed Shadow Cliff Fortress was enough for him to take on the role of the gatekeeper boss; ordinary high-level combatants were not even worth a handful of his.

Every three-star chess piece arrives carrying a portion of its original power and complete consciousness, making its combat strength far beyond that of summoned creatures of the same level.

But ultimately, it is still a summoned creature; no matter how powerful it is, it still exists by relying on the mage as its anchor.

The Eternal Oath Array can indeed extend the range of activity of summoned creatures in time and space, but it still has limitations.

With intelligence available, Zhang Yuan himself devised several methods to bypass these bosses in his contingency plans.

More importantly, when the mage leaves, the territory needs a figure who can keep order and control.

Even with a strong hand, you still need some hidden cards to back you up.

Therefore, when Münster showed its talent, Mr. Zhang, who was optimistic about its future, naturally opened the door wide and poured all kinds of resources into its development.

Putting everything else aside, the individual instruction and sparring sessions with these warrior heroes are opportunities that many unfortunate melee fighters would kill for.

If things turn out well, it's like a father discovering his son is promising, and happily arranging a shortcut for him so he can just run forward at full speed.

As a result, the son stopped studying and didn't take the postgraduate entrance exam; instead, he wanted to find poetry and distant places.

The elderly father: ? ? ?

Oh shit!

Mr. Zhang, who has always preferred meticulous planning and wanting things to proceed smoothly according to his plans, is extremely displeased with this kind of variable that has broken out of his control, yet he is unwilling to stop it.

If it were one's own son with a sensual, idealistic mindset, the father could use a powerful, intimidating punch—or rather, a good lesson—to bring him back from the wrong path.

But he wasn't the barbarian's father after all. What right did he have to stop the other from following his heart and tribal traditions to embrace the trials and tribulations of life?
Only a sigh escaped my lips.

Four days later, at the southern end of the Neverwinter Forest, several figures of varying heights and builds walked in the frosty morning mist.

They tore through the fog to reveal their figures, which turned out to be none other than Gao Ya and his group.

"Everyone has their own tasks, so there's no need to waste time bringing me here."

While touched, Münster also felt somewhat embarrassed, especially since he dared not look at the lord with his dark expression.

"Don't worry, old buddy. With our abilities and the boss's methods, how could a slave trader possibly turn things upside down?"

Bard tiptoed and patted the barbarian on the shoulder, his eyes showing some worry, but his tone was deliberately lighthearted:

"But you, after you finish the trial, don't rush back to Rishman to show off. Let's compare whether your Frost Troll's berserk mode is more powerful or your power armor is tougher."

Manzi accepted his old comrade's kindness, forced a smile, and said goodbye to his teammates who came to see him off by hugging or high-fiving.

"It's a bit cold in the mountains to the north, wear something warm."

"Ah, Mo, Morty is right."

"Listen to me, if you can't beat them, run. By Moradin, anything can come out of that godforsaken place, the Spine of the World. Life is the most important thing."

“Big guy, I will pray for you to the goddess Angrass.”

. . .

Finally, the barbarian, still facing the boss's gaze, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the latter spoke first.

"Come back alive."

The monk calmly uttered these words, then stepped aside to let a beautiful figure pass by.

"The harsh cold of the glacier cannot defeat a true warrior."

With fair skin, white teeth, and bright eyes, her long dress fluttered, revealing glimpses of her slender, jade-like feet. The moment the Crystal Maiden spoke, the previously apprehensive barbarian's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Oh, I...I will return, if that day comes, my lady, oh no, Your Excellency the Witch..."

"Naliley is also very happy to have such an outstanding guardian warrior as Münster."

With a radiant smile, the Ice Maiden parted her lips slightly, promptly rescuing the barbarian from the predicament of his tongue and teeth clashing.

"Here, this breastplate is a parting gift for you. I wish you a safe return, my warrior."

Lily handed him a piece of nail plate, and Münster, whose heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat, quickly took it with both hands, looking as if he were offering up a family heirloom.

Upon closer inspection and handling, it seemed very familiar. After a moment's thought, it resembled a certain component embedded inside a power armor.

Before the barbarian could even figure it out, under the Ice Maiden's prompting and instructions, he unwittingly pressed the breastplate against his chest...

"Go forth, face your destiny, and return victorious."

The mage gave the barbarian a push on the shoulder, and the latter silently nodded, turned around and strode forward, his left hand covering the breastplate that still seemed to carry the warmth of the witch's fingertips.

Passing through the depths of the Neverwinter Forest, heading north along the foot of the cliffs, crossing the Mirar River, and trekking across the wilderness to reach the Spine of the World.

The path of trials is long and arduous.

"You're really willing to part with it. The Leaf of Beven is a life-saving treasure. Among the many treasures I've seen, only a handful, like the Guardian Greaves and Bloodstone, can surpass it."

The barbarian's figure had disappeared into the forest. Lily turned her head and looked at the mage with some curiosity.

Others may not know, but she personally witnessed the mage embedding that treasure into the inner layer of the armor plate, replacing the effect of the feigned death spell triggered by the magic circle.

Of course, Lily also participated and assisted, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to justify handing it over herself.

"No matter how good something is, it still needs to be put to good use. With me stationed on the high cliff and your help, if a real crisis comes, the situation cannot be salvaged by a treasure alone."

This is the absolute truth. The Leaf of Bevan, which was originally a life-saving treasure, was reduced to being used for reviving experimental subjects in the hands of Master Zhang. It was truly a case of casting pearls before swine.

But if it's handed over to the barbarians, it means they've gained an extra life.

"I hope everything goes well. He's a bit like Sven. If Sven were here, he would probably accept him into the Night Watch."

"Maybe."

The monk seemed to have little interest in conversation. He turned and walked back the way he came. The rising sun shone through the thinning mist and onto the convoy parked not far away.

The group returned to the high cliff by horse-drawn carriage, as if they had returned to the days when the small team traveled through the Sword Bay.

The road was quiet, as if in the silence of parting.

Two days passed, and in the lord's manor, the mage finally got the opportunity he had been planning for a long time.

The mage's strong, slender hands caressed the surface of a crystal ball, which seemed to contain a miniature world, encompassing the vast northern outline of the Sword Coast.

The original observation crystal was modified by the oracle who returned from his studies at the academy. Although it was quite different from the previous celestial satellite, it was still very useful for observing the terrain and tracking beacons.

The flashing light, representing the magical beacon, slowly sailed south along the coast of Sword Bay, having already crossed the River Nowinter, and continued its journey towards Karinsan.

The reason why Viconia and his group infiltrated Luscan that day was for this purpose: while the gang's guards were fast asleep, ten magical beacons were cast on the slaves who were also fast asleep.

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