Twenty Sided Dice

There are a total of thirteen masked lords in Waterdeep City, seven of whom are resident and handle daily affairs. With powerful anti-detection magic on their masks, any attempt to discover their true identities is futile.

But things in the world are not absolute, and the inability of mortal magic to work does not mean that the gods are powerless. If a priest prays to God and wants to find out this secret, he may get the answer if he pays enough price. There have been assassinations of masked lords in the past, and the assassins dispatched by the lord of shadows have proved that their power is higher than the wisdom of mages. After that, the masked lords added protective spells and instant escape spells to the masks to deal with the assassination situation.

Smart people will find that the knowledge of magic item manufacturing that the lords have is not enough to complete such a task, and all the production and improvement of masks are undertaken by the Mages Association. Therefore, there is a saying circulating in the market that the identity of the masked lords is clear to them besides themselves, and the Federation of Mages is also clear. The Federation has never admitted this, but members of the Mage Association know that there is indeed a three-person team responsible for continuously maintaining and improving the effect of the mask, and the person in charge of this three-person team is the Ph.D.

After the death of the Ph.D., who was in charge of this group? Siegel didn't know the arrangement after that. Now that he thinks about it, maybe Kasper, the teacher of the Knox Common Association, is most likely to take over this matter. Who is more authoritative than him when it comes to mind control and anti-control?

Siegel hopes that things don't turn out this way and that Alexander the Lion retains his last vigilance and sanity and won't hand the group over to Casper. If Casper masters the manufacture of masks, he will soon be able to control the Masked Council in his hands. Make Waterdeep his marionette. Siegel remembered this matter, and after returning to Myr City, he must ask Edith, the half-elf mage, what kind of relationship should be established between Heimland and Waterdeep City.

After leaving Dennis, the two headed northwest, and turned west after entering the grasslands. They entered a desolate and empty field. The road here is difficult, except for the snakes and scorpions lurking in the saline-alkali land, no other creatures can be seen for a long time. The main reason for all this is a "poisonous river" flowing down from the city wall mountains, carrying a huge amount of saline, minerals and toxins, cutting an ugly scar on the grassland. The soil on both sides of the river is polluted and nothing can grow. So there are no animals nearby. Not even crowded.

The water of the Poison River is always a mix of green and tawny, and it smells disgusting. Sometimes substances in the river water undergo an alchemical reaction, sending up dangerously poisonous fumes, sometimes red, sometimes blue.

On both sides of the river bank is the white dazzling saline-alkali land, and there is no normal soil to be seen at all. Poison rivers sometimes overflow. Crossing the original embankment will leave a large amount of poison on the shore, resulting in a large area with no grass. When the horse's hooves step on it, the ground will make a crunching sound, giving people a painful feeling of biting a small stone while eating.

Two people riding on this terrain can be much faster than on the grassland. The ground in the saline-alkali area is flat, and there is no grass that might hook the horse's legs, and there is no place where wild animals are ambush. They trek through this terrain all day. At night, Siegel took the drinking water from the space bag and shared it with the mount. He will keep the earth elemental guards at night. And wrap the horse's mouth with a cloth before going to bed. If these mounts accidentally ingest the poisonous ore pellets, they may soon lose their lives.

As they walked west for four days, the Walled Mountains came into view again, but none of the Siegel tribes saw it. So they turned north again, and came to a river where they could drink horses. At this point Siegel felt overwhelmed: This was supposed to be the settlement of the Jackdaw tribe, but now let alone the tent. Not even a trace of the footprints of the people could be seen.

"Master Leah, where do you think they will go?" Siegel asked: "There are thousands of tribes. It's impossible to just disappear on the grasslands?"

The elf jumped off the horse and walked lightly to the river. She held a handful of river water. Take a sip, then take a closer look at the air. "They're still upstream, a long way from here."

"Shouldn't it be?" Siegel pinched his chin and said suspiciously, "There is nothing further upstream. It should be a wilderness similar to the Poison River. What are they doing there?"

"Are you sure?" Elf Leah said: "The river here doesn't have the slightest taste of salt and alkali, but I can taste the vitality. How did you know the situation upstream?"

"Mr. William, the traveling mage and collector, he has painted the terrain of the entire grassland."

Leah chuckled, "The one who prefers to see the world with spells instead of legs? He can even draw the wrong map of our elf forest, and you still expect the topographic map of the grassland? Siegel, remember, except for the elf's map Outside of the map, only the drawings of the dwarves can be trusted. Other races, including you humans, do not have the patience required to draw a correct map."

After speaking, she returned to the horse and walked away. Siegel followed closely behind, with two spare mounts tethered.

The valley became narrower and the current became more rapid, and the sides began to bulge out of the river like ditches. Siegel and Leah rode over the ditch. They looked far into the distance, and finally saw a faint plume of smoke in the west direction, and finally were able to confirm that there was indeed someone living here.

The two left the river channel and headed straight towards the direction of the rising smoke column, riding into the endless great plain. It has already snowed here, and most of the grass on the ground is hidden. Only when the horse's hoof steps on it will turn out the grass blades and soil together. Elf Leah narrowed his eyes, and he saw a fast-moving shadow on the horizon. The shadow was just upwind, so the elf raised his pointed ears and listened carefully to the sound of the wind.

After a while she recognized that the shadow was a large number of cavalry. Their hooves were quick and powerful, and their spears gleamed like needles in the sun. If there were ravens here, Siegel could see farther and clearer than the elves. But if you only rely on the mortal body of the naked eye, the racial superiority of the elves is undoubtedly revealed.

"The cavalry," Leah said, "they move very fast, basically in our direction."

"I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend," Siegel said. "I think we should be careful."

The elf nodded, slowing the horse. If this encounter was unavoidable, it would not be wrong to give the mount some more stamina.

Siegel began to chant the incantation, and his wand made occult marks in the air. He was going to use group invisibility to cover the two of them. The magic energy gathered to the tip of the wand, and the pattern of the spell was completed successfully. But just when the spell was about to take effect, all the magic fluctuations disappeared.

This kind of strange phenomenon is the first time I have encountered it, but I don't want to make any mistakes in the casting. Siegel carefully recalled the spell, and then thought carefully about the process of condensing his magical power, 'There seems to be nothing wrong! ' He cast the spell again, more cautiously. But the spell still collapsed the moment it took effect.

The cavalry drew nearer and the elves were able to count them. "There are twenty horses in all, with studded leather armor and good spears. The one at the head is fat and big, and looks extremely strong."

"Do they have any flags?"

"No." The elf replied, "If I see it, I will definitely tell you."

Siegel uses magic again, his most proficient at summoning the fire element. He's pretty sure there's nothing wrong with his summoning spell, but he just can't keep the magical energy going.

The flames that flashed in the air and then disappeared caught the elf's attention. She looked at Siegel curiously, "What happened?"

"I can't use magic anymore," Siegel replied with a frown. "Both the invisibility orb and the summoning of elemental creatures failed. There's something weird about this place."

Hearing the words, the elf touched the leaf pin on his chest with his fingers, chanted the incantation softly, and called on the power of the moon god. As a ranger, Leah gained certain spell abilities by praying to the moon god. She inspired a spell bestowed by the moon god, trying to condense fruit that could heal wounds in her hands, but the spell still failed.

"I can't use spells either," Leah said.

Siegel ordered the dice to turn on the vision, which is all normal. He used these enhanced eyes to observe the surroundings, but he found no magic fluctuations at all. Immediately after he used the spell again, he could see that with his spell, the power of the magic condensed to form the correct spell structure, and then turned back into nothingness the moment it was released.

Siegel suddenly had an idea~www.novelmt.com~ He first checked the space bag and found that the magic item could still be used normally. Then he changed the type of spell, trying to use the spell that only worked on himself. The magic shield disappeared when it floated from the surface of the body, but the bull technique that enhanced the strength remained and could function normally.

"Is this a kind of magic suppression zone?" Siegel thought about it carefully, he had never seen such a thing in a book. This is not the same as the anti-magic area. At least it can condense magical energy at present, but it cannot be maintained outside the body. He thought about it, and then tried the dwarf rune. Still the same result: the rune lights up for a moment, then disappears.

No wonder William's division's map is wrong. He uses spells to assist in making maps, and encountering such magic-inhibited areas will naturally cause errors. This large "barren land with nothing" is actually an area that cannot be penetrated by prophetic magic, so the wrong result of barrenness is formed.

When he was thinking this way, the group of cavalrymen were already very close, the horses' hooves made a sound like dense raindrops, and a horn sounded in the mouth of the leading fat knight, and they fanned out. (To be continued)

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