Chapter 164

Standing under balato fortress for the first time, anyone will be afraid from the bottom of his heart when he sees the twisted golden red eyes at the top of the fortress wrapped in the flame like fog and looking down on the earth indifferently.

The deep red and golden pupil is the deep darkness that will sink at a glance, with a power that makes the soul tremble.

Ilminster carefully avoided its eyes. He was dressed like an ordinary fallen mage, limping through the streets of deepwater City, and sometimes had to avoid the drow patrol wrapped in ferocious armor. He didn't even dare to use those useful magic tricks in case he was found by the eye of morgos in the sky.

The eye of arcane law, which hangs high on the top of the tower of Bator fortress, rules the magic net of the whole deep water city. Ilminster could feel the intense jump in the silver fire, which was the anger of Mistra. This dark eye is the projection of the left eye sent to the starry sky by morgos on the ground. In its line of sight, everything is absolutely difficult to hide.

It is the eye of the magic net. Like a virus, it usurped part of the power of the magic net and desecrated Mistral's throne to some extent. The last person who did so concocted the famous "Casas apotheosis", which directly led to Mistral's sinking and death. The eye of the magic net is like a malignant tumor, parasitic in Mistra's body

With the magic eye as the core, irminster didn't dare to expose any trace. No matter helast black robe or the fallen kelben black staff, they didn't mind taking him to please their master. In the fan lock, even the perfect Ilminster has no chance of winning, not to mention that he is now seriously injured.

The streets are full of dark evil things. The orcs and ogres in heavy armor are stationed outside the city, and the drow, the dead and the "blood hand Gang" are in the city.

The running dogs of morgos are cruel and cunning. Under the harsh rule of the Dark Lord, they almost numbly follow the order he has made. Under the rule of this "iron law", the deep water city is an unexpected peace. He doesn't care so much about his tolerant rule over the city as he doesn't care.

The Dark Lord put forward strange requirements of "seriousness and liveliness" to his men, which made these bloody and cruel demons have to do all kinds of funny acts. They were as funny and ridiculous as clowns while cruelly cleaning the city.

Drow with exposed clothes and uniform no more than three yards of cloth.

The dead who planted flowers in their skulls.

Always elegant, smiling, well-dressed blood hand members.

This city has an unusual and strange aesthetic feeling and atmosphere, a feeling that irminster can't say: first, beauty, ubiquitous aesthetics. The Lord of darkness has turned it into a city to practice his aesthetics. The dark, quiet art floating in the stars and the sea seems to be solidified in time and flowing in the earth.

The tireless dead are transforming the city, making it more and more far away from the world, decorating it with blood, flowers, cruelty, darkness, singing and poetry, and praising it with the beauty of life. City of eternal night!

Ilminster walks in this city, feeling quiet and ethereal from the bottom of his heart. Even his thinking has been stretched for a long distance, and his thinking has solidified here. He could feel the poems written by the Lord of darkness, the hymns of darkness.

Ilminster was not confused by the appearance. He sincerely felt thorny and vigilant about all these strange things. The Dark Lord is not different from those abyss demons and evils. He is more hidden and confused. The good order aura of the Dark Lord may not be a joke.

Bypass the square where the Banshee sings and carefully avoid taking care of the dead flowers and plants on the roadside. Ilminster turns into the dragon and beauty tavern on the roadside. This is a relatively safe harpist stronghold. Thanks to the arrogance of the Dark Lord, it has not been liquidated or attacked.

"The tavern is closed! Come back another day!" as he pushed open the heavy oak door of the tavern, the bartender's hoarse voice came from the counter.

"It's cold, let me have a hot drink and go!" Ilminster rubbed his hands and stepped into the door of the tavern. The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the smell of oak was warm. He made his spirit feel comfortable. Several travelers, shrouded in cloaks and robes, sat around the fireplace, looking back at him.

"It's so cold! The streets are full of bones without body temperature, oh! And cold banshees. This winter is colder than usual..." just as Ilminster nagged to ordinary drinkers, a long sword with frost was put on his shoulder, "who are you? No one has seen you here!"

"That's not necessarily..." Ilminster laughed and took off his hood. "Lyra, haven't seen each other for a long time. Have you forgotten your old friends?" he quickly hung his coat on the shelf and locked the door of the tavern with his backhand.

But the cold blade made him stop and hug warmly. Lyra pulled out the blade this time. "What good news have you brought us? My husband betrayed? Or the warm welcome of deepwater city to us?" she handed the blade forward and put Ilminster in the corner. "You have to explain to me and the goddess about kelben!"

"I will! Supreme lady." Ilminster had to raise his hands, "As you can see, we suffered a painful defeat in the confrontation with the darkness. The city guards and city sentinels first betrayed us, and then the major guilds. A considerable part of them chose to wait and see. We rose up against the major temples, but the darkness filled us like a tide."

"But it has nothing to do with Kelburn's betrayal!" Lyra said angrily.

"Kelben has the ring of the Dark Lord in his hand, which is a red copper ring, one of the 19 rings representing his power in evil and darkness. It has the power to bewitch people. No one can bear this temptation, because it is a part of the essence of the universe. The stronger it is, the more it will be tempted until your soul sinks in. Kelben is captured by this power!"

"When he tried to use this power to get rid of the pollution of the dark essence of his position brought by the Dark Lord, he fell!"

Lyra looked at him calmly and finally took off the blade on Ilminster's shoulder. "I hope you can help him. The power of the goddess is seriously excluded here. We need your wisdom. The power of the Dark Lord is stronger and stronger day by day. For one day, the eye of morgos in the sky exists, countless demons are called and become captives of his power."

Ilminster looked around and saw only two people hiding under their black robes sitting on both sides of the fireplace. One was a tall mysterious mage with a law enforcement stick, and the other was a slim lady.

"The Dark Lord always pays attention here. You don't hesitate to risk exposure. What is it for?"

"For the light!"

The mysterious mage said. He stood up from his chair. His height was too tall to stretch in the room. He walked to Ilminster awkwardly, "in order to resist the hope of the Dark Lord milko!"

When he approached Ilminster, Ilminster opened his eyes in shock, because he saw the same face as Chen ang, but the "Chen ang" was more sacred, his face was more handsome, and there was a suffocating tension all over his body. Even in the dark cabin, he radiated holy light.

"Don't be surprised, this is Saruman, a white wizard and an ally of the gods against milko!" Lyra quickly stopped irminster's overreaction, and she introduced irminster.

Chen ang nodded calmly. His current identity belongs to the bright and kind part. Although the one with the supreme ring is also the Dark Lord, it is only an identity formed by his part of the power attached to the ring. "Hello, the great sage of shadow valley." Chen ang nodded, and his hood slipped down from his head to reveal his whole picture.

"Hello, respected wizard!" irminster's eyes looked unclear. He looked at Chen ang and another man in black robes. His eyes undoubtedly focused on Chen Ang's slightly pointed ears, which represented the divine essence of goodness and light, as well as the blessings of nature and the world. Around Chen ang, it was like a natural hymn.

Compared with the common elves in irminster, Chen ang and another Female Elf seem to be different from the world. They are elegant and ethereal. They themselves have the divine essence of immortality, and each is a demigod.

"We are all born of the diamond, enus. The world is made up of light and darkness. That's why when morgos was born, we were blessed by the world. We were born together with the bright diamond and belong to the great divinity of the force with morgos."