Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1318

[Chapter 1310 Palace and Projection]

This is a city nestled in a forest. The emerald green trees shade the bright sunlight. In the quiet morning, it seems that the chirping of insects can be vaguely heard, and the moist air seems to be telling of peace and tranquility.

The only difference from most cities is that at this moment, there is a semi-circular lavender magical shield covering the sky of the entire city, although the hazy halo that slowly flows along with the torrent of energy seems to be telling the mystery. The beautiful atmosphere, but in fact the existence of this city undoubtedly represents the deepest tragedy belonging to a race.

Yes, this is the Eternal Forest, and this city shrouded in the magical sky is the Elf Royal Court located in the Eternal Forest… Or this is a world completely different from the previous Elf Royal Court, because in today’s city, There was no laughter and laughter from the elves in the middle of the day, and only a piece of ubiquitous despair and sadness remained on this land.

Perhaps in a sense, the elves of Faerûn have reached the brink of destruction. After all, the sudden outbreak of plague is spreading in the Eternal Forest and has no intention of being stopped. More than 90% of elves have already Because of the compromise “it is said that the terrible epidemic from “Destruction Whispers” raged and lost their lives, and the other elves who were lucky to survive were also destined to endure a terrified life under the shelter of a magical sky, their most trusted high priest” Akar” is pretty much the only savior of the remaining elves.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the remaining elves, their Mr. Aikal is indeed an out-and-out “professional of the good camp”. You must know that His Excellency the “devout” is the chief priest of the religion of life. , He is the most devout goddess believer. He has the power of the Huiyue level and masters many powerful divine arts. Legend has it that even Ms. Sigiona herself clearly stated that Aikal was “the most trustworthy” a long time ago. “The powerful elves, such a legendary figure can solve the unbridled “little plague” sooner or later, right?

Hope in a desperate situation is really important. The survivors who huddled in the elf royal court believe that their chief priest is running for the redemption of the entire Faerun plane elf race, and their goddess of life will still be kind. The glory of it spreads throughout the Eternal Forest.

They believe that conspiracies originating from evil must be wiped out, just as the darkness of night must be wiped out by the light of Mira and Chikasa.

but…………

The truth does not seem to be the same as most people’s imagination, because while the remaining millions of elves are still trying to pray and find a way to solve the plague, the “Pious” they trust is obviously not as they imagined. In the same way, he “did his energy and thought” to find a way out for the elf royal court.

In fact, at this moment, Aikar was not only not as “exhausted” as most people imagined, but he was also sitting at the dining table of an empty bright palace enjoying delicious fruit pie.

Laid-back, comfortable, confident, and full of the temperament of a successful man, Mr. “Call of Life” is like a young king tasting his breakfast. It’s just that compared to the hustle and bustle of an ordinary palace, there are no servants in his hall. There is only a golden floor engraved with stagnation patterns and the gems on the ceiling. There is only one… A holy priest in white robes and a…mysterious guest in black robes.

In the fragrance of fruit pie, the atmosphere of the morning is really quiet.

“Don’t you want to try the hometown food that just came out? Mr. Shirao, although the newly hired chef is just a young girl, her craftsmanship in making fruit pie is really commendable. I personally think it is still very friendly. taste”.

Controlling his divine power, he placed a hot fruit pie in front of the black-robed man across from the dining table, and the smiling Akar showed meticulous aristocratic etiquette.

It must be admitted that this fruit pie looks really delicious. The hot jam and pulp are mixed together. The sweet and sour plums just relieve the boredom caused by the simple sweetness. The round pie is exquisite in shape. The leather is fragrant, and it has been carefully engraved with delicate drawings.

It’s just that the expressionless black-robed guest didn’t seem to be in the mood to taste the food, and before the slowly floating fruit pie approached him, the thrust from magic had already pushed this so-called “hometown food” to the side. .

Obviously, the black-robed man who is sitting at the dining table and staring at the clergy in front of him is a punk… projection from the Hatak Plain.

“I don’t need anyone else to help me change my surname, Mr. Aikal. Besides, wasn’t the surname Bai Ye removed from the records of the Elf Royal Court?”

“It used to be true, but I restored it later. Although there is indeed no precedent for removing a surname and restoring it, the rule is that the dead are alive, right? I think those are too rotten and rigid” rules “It is long overdue to be abandoned by the times, so I have restored the surname for you and your family and your mother.”

“Oh, got it”.

“…”

Chatting has never been easy, and finding a suitable topic is even more difficult. For example, now, after Punk’s very casual “Oh, I got it”, the atmosphere in the magnificent palace immediately changed. Got embarrassed.

Wouldn’t this day be chatted to death!

“Okay, it seems that you really don’t care about surnames or anything, sigh, I’m really superfluous, then let’s talk about business, then ask Mr. “Destruction Whisper” for the visit here. The purpose? Is it to trade magical resources?”

Seeing that the caster really doesn’t care about the family or surname, the “devout” who is somewhat helpless can’t do anything, but fortunately, the things that can be worthy of the projection of an “evil archmage” are quite limited. Therefore, Aikal hardly needs to think about it to understand the reason why Punk visited him-it must be that the other party did not know where to get the magical resources. This is to trade the magical resources collected by the goddess of life.

Talking about business should be like talking about business. At this time, it would be boring to play emotional cards with hometown, family, etc. What’s more, the chief priest of the God of Life at this moment really doubts that the “collaborator” in front of him is really like this. As rumored by the outside world, they are emotionless and absolutely cold-blooded, so…

The next negotiation looks destined to be a confrontation of interests without any water.