Casting spells

But the strong who really stand at the apex of the pyramid structure will say that it is for fame, power, power and money.

There is no doubt that he belongs to the latter, eager to stand on a high place and accept the gazes of countless people who either hate, fear, or worship...

"I admire your ambition. Go for it. I don't mind giving you what you want if you please me."

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng turned and disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.He knew that his men knew how to deal with the next thing.

Pfft!

Not long after Zhang Cheng left, Sampson immediately knelt down and begged in a trembling voice, "Don't...don't kill me! I swear I didn't hear anything! I won't go out and talk nonsense!"

"Hehe, do you think I believe these ridiculous guarantees?" Ian sneered and pulled out his weapon.

"I... I am willing to work for you! You know, I have a very large chamber of commerce, with more than a dozen high-quality cargo ships and dozens of four-wheeled carriages. I can buy anything you need." Fatty Desperately show their own strength, just to survive this crisis.

He is not a fool, he knows how important what he just heard is, under normal circumstances, [-]% will be silenced, the only hope is to make the other party feel that he is still useful.

"Oh? Tell me, what can you offer me?" Ian put the sharp sword on the merchant's neck, with a playful expression on his face.

"I can... I can... That's right! Food! I can gather enough food for you! Didn't the lord mention that he has a large army going south? I can prepare enough food for this army! "Sampson was eager to get wise and gave a condition that he thought was good.

Ian, who originally planned to cut off the businessman's head, heard this sentence, his eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly transformed into a dragon man form, and patted the other person's cheek lightly: "Congratulations, my dear friend, you have succeeded in impressing me!" , and at the same time saved my own life..."

Chapter 452

Conspiracy, betrayal, assassination...

In the Arcane Brotherhood's mage's tower shaped like a dead tree, a fierce battle is still going on.

The tower masters and high-ranking mages who jointly launched the rebellion, not only did not stop because Akram Gris was injured and escaped, but became more intense than ever, even so intense that they even gave up control of the entire Luskan. Just to climb to the top of the right.

However, the above-mentioned battles fell into a strange tranquility when Zhang Cheng returned to the North Tower with integrity.

Sitting in his own private room, he continued to browse through the books in the library without raising his head and asked, "How, can you fully control the power in your body now?"

"Yes, master. I can control the water, communicate with fish and beasts in the sea, and even set off huge waves and tsunamis more than ten meters high. Please allow me to express my gratitude. It is you who let me grow from a humble The apprentice has become what it is now." Sydney bent down and bowed gracefully.

Compared with the "ugly duckling" before, she is as beautiful as a water fairy now, exuding an unusual charm all over her body.

"Are you sure it's gratitude, not hatred?" Zhang Cheng teased with a half-smile.

"Of course! I'm very sure! You gave me great strength, beautiful appearance and figure. As a woman, what else am I not satisfied with? Although the method you used was a little rough, I can I don't mind either. On the contrary, I like your strong sense of oppression, as well as your deep, evil heart."

Said, Xini took the initiative to take two steps forward, knelt down and gently kissed the back of the young man's hand in front of her, revealing a trace of morbid fanaticism in her eyes.

Zhang Cheng undoubtedly noticed this, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He was a little unsure whether this was the other's performance, or a symptom of some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

But before further testing, there was a very rhythmic knock on the door outside.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

"Who?" Zhang Cheng let the female apprentice hold his left hand and asked loudly.

"Good evening, respected Lord of the North Tower. I am Deltager Zelund, your good neighbor." A man's deep voice came in through the crack of the door.

"Good evening, Lord of the East Pagoda. Is there anything urgent for you? If not, please go back first. I'm going to rest. I'll talk about something tomorrow." Zhang Cheng obviously knew the purpose of the other party's late-night visit. Show a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? You know I brought a really nice little present. Besides, I think it would be good for you as well as for me to talk." Deltager Zelund Obviously prepared, and did not back down just because of a few words.

Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded with a smile: "Okay, you convinced me, please come in."

The voice just fell!

The closed door suddenly creaked, and then a man wearing a black robe and a thick short black beard walked in.

He looks to be in his early 50s, with slightly gray hair at the temples, and a strange green light in his brown eyes, which undoubtedly has some kind of magical relationship, and eight of his ten fingers are wearing shiny rings. I don't know which one is a magic item and which one is a purely deceptive decoration.

In fact, most people in Faerun Continent who have the ability to wear magic items wear colorful gemstone rings on their fingers, and they are completely upstarts.

The advantage of this is that on the one hand, it is to confuse the enemy so that they cannot detect which magic ring is actually working, and on the other hand, it is to deal with all-pervasive thieves. Lose precious magic items.

Of course, no matter how many magic rings are worn on ten fingers, only two of them will work in the end, that is to say, only one real magic ring can be worn on the left and right hands, otherwise a series of unpredictable results will be caused when it is activated, such as severe Explosion, or being teleported to an unknown place.

But Zhang Cheng could feel that the mage with the short beard in front of him was not a meaningless ornament for the wearer, but a bunch of magic storage rings, each of which contained powerful spells.

Through a kind of magical coordination that cannot be described in words, the other party minimizes the impact between the rings. Although it is not [-]% safe, it is enough to offset the mutual interference during activation.

As mentioned repeatedly in the book, none of the top spellcasters, especially mages, is given for free, and they often have their own ability to suppress the bottom of the box.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" Del Tagle put a beautifully packaged small box on the table, tentatively with a smile on his face.

"Please sit down!" Zhang Cheng raised his arm and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you very much!" Deltagle sat down on the chair generously, and explained in a slightly annoyed voice: "First of all, I want to apologize for the previous misunderstanding, and hope you don't mind my little temptation. After all I didn't know who you really were at the time, and Akram Gris getting the Crystal Shard made me nervous."

"No, you don't need to apologize. On the contrary, I still want to thank you, because you sent me some good experimental products." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

moment!

A dark figure came out from the secret door behind the bookshelf.

The moment he took off his hood, Deltagle opened his mouth in surprise, and half a minute later he exclaimed in disbelief: "Lich?! You actually turned Joey into an immortal lich! "

"That's right! To be precise, he was the only one among the three who succeeded, and the remaining two have become idiots without sanity and memory." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng waved his hand to signal that his subordinates could step down.

The lich named Joey didn't speak, just bowed his head and saluted, and dragged his dead but not yet completely decomposed body back into the secret door.

Since his phylactery was under control, he didn't dare to have the slightest thought of rebellion. No matter what order the master gave, he had to execute it unconditionally. Otherwise, if a bit of the phylactery was destroyed, he would be wiped out as a lich in an instant.

"Interesting! Very interesting! Maybe when I'm old enough to die, I can consider asking you about the mystery of transforming a lich. But for now, I think we should talk about the division of power within the Arcane Brotherhood, And who should control the magic crystal shard." Deltagle calmly brought the topic back.

He understood that the appearance of the Lich was a demonstration of the black dragon in front of him, and it was also a display of strength.

But the problem is that human mages are still the main ones who rule this tower. He believes that he has the support of many internal members to suppress the opponent, just like what Akram Gris did before...

Chapter 453 A Fragile Balance

Early the next morning, in the common room of the central minaret, four pagoda owners including Zhang Cheng, and several high-ranking mages with the same status as the pagoda master were gathered together, sitting around a round table. in front of the desk.

What is placed in the middle of the table is nothing else, but the famous artifact - the broken magic crystal.

Apparently, they will vote today on who will lead the Arcane Brotherhood next, in order to temporarily end this dangerous power struggle.

Of course, no one knew that two people here had secretly reached an agreement last night, let alone a bigger conspiracy looming over each participant's head.