Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1259

[Chapter 1251 Meeting in the Canyon]

Bloody Gorge, the headquarters of the Zhentarim Guild (also known as the Red Robe Mage Guild).

This is a terrible area full of blood. Although there are many cracks in the canyon, there is actually no sign of life. In fact, even bacteria will not breed here. There are only gloomy dark red clouds. Always obstructing the brilliance of the sun, one or two unbearable muddy roads emerge from the misty and thick rain and fog, and the calm rain falls like silk against the gray sky, silent…

But on this day, in the bloody canyon that has been unchanged for millions of years, two familiar faces that have never been seen before suddenly ushered in a knight in golden armor and a man dressed like the night sky. The professionals in jet-black robes, like passers-by walking down the street, silently penetrated the muddy drizzle and walked to the deepest part of the canyon. All the drizzle threads that reached their bodies were easily deflected by an elusive force. , and every point of the red mist that was snaking close to the ground had to stop and spread out beside them.

There is no doubt that the two professionals who have come to the “Forbidden Land” at this moment are obviously “Instant Kill Gun” and “Destruction Whisper” who have signed the Eye of Judgment contract.

Although they already have a contract to ensure safety, they can fly directly to the magic tower of the “Scarlet Scepter” to start the most important plan to discuss, but in order to show courtesy and respect to the bright sun, whether it is a faceless punk or a The smiling Kane naturally chose to walk into the canyon.

At least the mad knights who have come here can lead the way, so even if the sun shining magic tower that should be very conspicuous in the sky is very difficult to see clearly on the ground, but the patient spellcaster still did not use his own. Perception goes impolitely scans the entire Bloody Gorge for a path.

He decided to follow Kane indifferently towards the direction of the magic tower of the “Scarlet Scepter”.

In fact, the choice of walking through the muddy path is obviously very correct, because after just walking for about an hour, the two professionals who have just entered the front section of the Bloody Canyon saw a ray that was extraordinarily dark but extraordinarily dark. An eye-catching fire appeared right in front of the path.

It was a small flame that never swayed even in the rain, and the person sitting on an old wooden chair next to the flame was an elderly man who looked thin and well-dressed.

When Punk and Kane saw him, the placid old man seemed to be adding fuelwood to the fine crimson flames.

“The supreme leader of the Zhentarim, the oldest sun-spellcaster in today’s multiverse – “Scarlet Scepter” Ayman Blackjack”…

Silently stopped and stopped moving forward, Punk can determine the identity of the old man who is igniting at a glance.

Yes, how can someone else be someone who can light a flame so calmly in this silent bloody canyon, and make his own energy fluctuations completely undetectable by Huiyue-level perception? Presumably this thin old man who seems to be waiting for a “visitor” can only be the mysterious old Ayman, right?

Although this is the first time that “Whispers of Destruction” has seen the “Scarlet Scepter” who rarely appears in the legend, he can still be very sure that this low-key powerhouse is obviously consistent with his personality and behavior. The strong Messeur and the cold “chairman” are completely different, at least his attitude of welcoming his collaborators here by roasting fire is very special.

Of course, this may also be because the other party simply does not want to let punk, a professional who is likely to inherit the ancient knowledge of Netheril in the future, get close to his magic tower…

But in any case, Mr. Aiman’s appearance is enough to leave a deep impression on any professional who sees him.

“Hello, Mr. Ayman, nice to meet you”.

Without being humble or arrogant, he performed a mage etiquette, and the expressionless punk walked directly to the bonfire of the blazing mage.

In fact, the fire of the “Scarlet Scepter” is not just a fire. There is actually a small iron pot on the fire in front of him. Now the boiling white water of the iron pot is rolling some people who can’t see the original surface. The purpose is to cook the “wild vegetables”, and although the soup in this pot does not have too much aroma, the color of the soup looks very crystal clear.

“Hello, young man, are you the mage called “Whispers of Destruction”? He’s a handsome young man, as ambitious and confident as the knights over there… The bad old man who knows how to cook vegetables on fire is much more powerful.”

He didn’t make too many special attitudes towards punk’s greeting. Old Aiman, who waved his hand and summoned two wooden chairs in the air, just made a “please sit down” to “Destruction Whisper” while talking to himself. ” gesture.

It looks like… This muddy ground that is being drenched by rain should be the location of this meeting.

“crunch”.

Although the chair made by “Scarlet Scepter” is simple and old, it is actually just ordinary wooden furniture. The punk with a light body will not make any noise when sitting on it, but when Kane wears a golden suit When the heavily armored warrior sat down directly, at least the armor of several hundred tons of magic material would smash the crumbling wooden chair into pieces almost instantly.

But fortunately, the fast-eyed punk didn’t want the Crazy Knight to sit on the ground and break the atmosphere of such a serious conversation, so when he saw that the cracked chair was about to burst into sawdust, Mage Huiyue, who had no choice but to release the spell, used it directly. A small-scale “space confinement” stopped the broken pieces of wood that were about to explode.

So at this moment, Kane, who didn’t expect his chair to be so fragile and his smile looked a little embarrassed, sat on a crooked “wood chair”.

“Cough cough, Sai’an, in fact, the uncle can do it himself… That, um! Hello, Mr. Aiman ~ I have brought the iceberg face here, I want to have a vigorous adventure Finally the curtain can be drawn, right?”

Dancing and dancing showed his excited and happy mood in his heart. Even in front of the bright sun, the mad knight still didn’t mean to restrain himself. It seems that he really cares about defeating the queen of construction. It is estimated that this guy has been around for a long time. Already looking forward to this adventure a long time ago, right?

However, in an empty and silent vast canyon, listening to the rustling of the rain curtain, neither the old Aiman who was stirring the soup pot nor the punk sitting silently did not pay attention to the crazy knight.

After all… this crucial conversation has actually just begun.