Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 567 The Path of Frost
"I have no intention of offending the dignity of the northern city-states, but our ships have never docked and our people have never disembarked. Does Your Lordship interpret the law...?"

"Was it a bit too radical?"

Omar, trying to salvage the situation, carefully chose his words, afraid of displeasing the other party.

"Hmm, you're right."

Master Zhang pretended to ponder, but before Omar could show any joy...

"However, I am more right!"

Zhang Yuan stretched out his claws and made a grabbing motion as if he were a leopard's head.

Well, what's the point of talking about this?

Both ships were about to approach the deep-water port before turning back, and by the time they reached the high cliffs, it was already night.

The dim night was enough to conceal many signs that no one wanted to be aware of, but the cautious Master Zhang still did not allow the slave ship and the Sea Wolf to dock directly at Gaoya Port.

The mudflats on the west coast of Gaoya were the starting point for the four men to board the Seawolf.

"Get down here right now, stop dawdling."

The first to arrive, the Seawolf, did not dock at the shore; the low-lying, shallow water and reefs were enough to turn the Seawolf into a stranded dead fish.

Lords are easy to deal with, but knights are a real pain.

Omar, who was pushed and "invited" out of the cabin by Kegan, smiled bitterly and climbed onto the bow deck. Looking around, he saw that the distance to the shore was not short. His spellcasting ability had been restricted, and he was afraid he would have to swim across.

"Evoco prodigium Jakiro!"

The sudden incantation interrupted his calculations. A halo of spelllight flashed, and a colossal creature appeared in front of the Seawolf.

A dragon? A dragon with two heads?

The two-headed dragon, making its debut in Faerûn, flapped its frostfire wings, struggling to support its somewhat massive and robust body.

Its bizarre and striking appearance drew all attention, while its two pairs of eyes, lacking spirit and appearing somewhat dull, were so inconspicuous.

Under Omar's gaze, Jechirona raised his left head, representing frost, high, and the breath of frost swirled between his teeth like a bound wind.

Could it be?

Realizing what this shameless and ruthless mage lord was up to, Omar widened his eyes, determined to see what other tricks the other party had up his sleeve.

Whoosh~ Crack!

A massive jet of blizzard energy erupted from the dragon's throat, sweeping across the sea like polar rays, drawing a straight, flat path of ice on the surface that rose and fell with the tides.

"please."

The mage lord, with a forced smile, approached Omar and made a seemingly polite gesture with his hand.

The latter glanced at the ice path leading directly to the shore, smiled wryly, and grasped the handrail to climb down.

Since being transferred from the Arcane Brotherhood headquarters to serve as a mage advisor for the Sea Demon Gang, this was the first time Omar had felt such shock and pressure.

The profound and exquisite techniques displayed by the chief, second-in-command, and even the archmage tower master of the Arcane Tower were far superior in terms of difficulty and refinement, but the overwhelming power of this two-headed dragon beast before them...

Anyway, he had never seen a Brotherhood leader cast the legendary spell Dragon Knight, so it was incomparable.

Omar pondered to himself, taking careful steps forward on the ice track.

Without the aid of spells like Spider Walk, it would be too embarrassing to slip and fall flat on my face on the ice.

The two dwarves behind them had removed the beast-like armor and were now wearing ordinary armor, no longer possessing their previous imposing physique. "What are you looking at? Let's go."

Without his power armor, Kegan, now back to his original form, could only look up at the cunning wizard before him with displeasure. The petty, vengeful dwarf spoke in a harsh voice.

. . .

Omar twitched the corners of his mouth, but in the end, he silently continued forward.

The snail, which is worse than a slug once its shell is removed, and the dwarf who bullies others by taking advantage of others' power, have already been thoroughly cursed by the mage beneath his seemingly peaceful exterior.

There's plenty of time, hehe~
The sounds behind him grew increasingly noisy. Turning around, he saw the "cargo" from the slave ship being led off the ship and onto the same icy path leading to the high cliff.

The sailors, who were originally carefree and unrestrained, changed their ways and became as honest as quails, helping a group of disheveled beggars climb down the rope ladder to get off the ship.

Having endured countless hardships, their past lives shattered and plunged into the abyss, the slaves, captured, sold, and treated like objects, simply went along with it numbly, staggering and swaying towards another unfamiliar future.

However cruel fate may be, there are always some who refuse to bow down and endure the heavy burdens it bestows upon them.

"where are we going?"

As a somewhat thin, brown-haired man, whose face still bore traces of a comfortable past, climbed the rope ladder, he looked up and asked the sailor beside him.

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow along."

The latter impatiently scolded, his hand itching to slap the other's rather nice-feeling face, but the sight of two towering figures in the corner of his eye instantly instilled a lot of restraint and calmness in him.

"Why don't you go ask that big guy? Maybe he's here specifically to rescue our Lord Rias?"

The sailor said, half encouraging and half mocking, his fake smile full of ill intent.

In his view, after this double-cross, the walking property in front of him was just a change of owner, and as for himself...
Of course, the wise thing to do is to offer up what is currently only verbal loyalty and continue to keep a close watch on these hostages.

Lias's gaze followed the other person's words to the two figures, his mouth murmuring but he remained silent.

Even though he hadn't witnessed the cannibal brothers' method of wiping out the remaining resistance fighters like killing chickens, the oppressive aura emanating from the latter's armored, giant-like physique blew away the little courage he had finally mustered.

“Murphyrin, go and spread this hay on the ice.”

The mage's voice came from the Sea Wolf next door. Upon hearing this, the water spirit leaped into the water and instantly arrived, catching the two large bundles of dry grass that Zhang Yuan had thrown down.

Next up is Morphling's solo performance time.

The agile water creatures have no interest in being as rigid and methodical as old oxen.

Watch me shoot a gun!
Murphyine transforms into a giant revolver, with the hay bale serving as the magazine for this "water gun."

*Whoosh* Loading.

*Pfft!* Launch.

The liquid hammer struck suddenly, creating a notch in the hay bale. A blast of air carrying hay shot out, tracing an arc before scattering evenly across the icy road like a shower of petals.

In ancient times, there were celestial maidens scattering flowers; today, there are water plants growing among the grass.

After firing fourteen shots, Murphyn quickly paved a path of grass that was both frost-proof and slippery, at which point the mage lord finally gave the order to pass.

The slaves, who were still intact and gathered on the deck, were urged to disembark and step onto the "anti-slip track".

When their shoes, worn down to almost nothing but a sole or even with holes, or when they were barefoot on the ice, the soft, dry grass provided the most basic layer of protection.

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