The roar of Ulhalindoros resounded through Skull Harbor, and even the magicians stationed in the Black Rod Tower could hear it clearly.

As Kelburn's most trusted assistant to Lord of Waterdeep and one of Waterdeep's most powerful magicians, Marco Hubbell stares at the crystal ball.

Anyone who has been in contact with the wizards of the Hubbell family knows that the most famous mage family in the Northlands has the most outstanding qualities of the spellcasters, their souls are incompatible with magic, and they always maintain a childlike curiosity, which helps each Hubbell to soar on the path of mystery, so that the young man of the Hubbell family can grow into a qualified magician in just a few years.

But the Hubbell bloodline also brings with it an overzealous and beastly intuition.

For warriors, especially the barbarian warriors of the Northlands, passion and intuition are impeccable qualities. But for a magician who needs to keep his mind calm and thoughtful at all times, enthusiasm and intuition are like absinthe mixed with hemp seeds, which can bring inspiration, but more often than not, it can only confuse the mind and cause unknowable trouble.

Just like at this moment, Marco stared at the angry black dragon in the crystal ball, but his hands were clenched in his hands to grasp the staff of the great sage he had made, and he kept rubbing the starlight gem set in the head of the staff. In the face of the magician's strong willpower, Marco forced himself to try to fight the black dragon.

As long as Marco is willing, this acting city lord can certainly effectively organize the huge power of Waterdeep, even if Kelburn Blackstaff is not in Blackwater, it will not be a problem for Kelburn Blackstaff to suppress the angry old dragon.

But unlike ordinary citizens, and even most of the secret lords, Marco, as the lord's agent and magical assistant, knows more about the dragon's secret truth.

In the early days of Waterdeep, and even before the first lord Agrarun came to power, a deranged legendary magician built an intricate underground labyrinth in a natural cavern beneath Skull Harbor. This powerful magician, who is constantly in a state of madness, has arranged several otherworldly gates and summoning circles, summoning a wide variety of powerful magical creatures from the outer planes to guard his labyrinth, and the old black dragon "Ulharin Doros" was also invited by this mad mage to use the underground cavern of Skull Harbor as his bedroom.

It is precisely because of the existence of this mad mage that the successive lords of Waterdeep City are very reluctant to ask the question of Skull Harbor, even the two powerful legendary mages of the first city lord Agrarun and the current city lord Kelburn Black Rod, are also unwilling to interfere in the issue of Skull Harbor.

Because even after a long time, the crazy legendary mage is still alive, and sometimes the crazy black-robed wizard will break into any house in Waterdeep to visit the magician he believes is "worthy of his friendship". Of course, being favored by an old madman who has not been very sober and moody for hundreds of years is really a matter of luck or bad luck.

Now in front of Marco Hubbell's eyes, there is such a multiple-choice question:

Either summon the spellcasters of Waterdeep, join forces with the Temple of Tyre and the Temple of Heim, and crush the chaotic old black dragon, then attract the furious mad mages and turn Waterdeep into a city of misfortune where legendary magic rages.

Or just sit back and watch the black dragon behave recklessly in Skull Harbor, do nothing, and let the actual owner of Skull Harbor, that old madman with an unclear mind, worry about it himself.

And compared to this shining city, the chaotic skull harbor full of criminals and scum is not so important on the scales.

Marco, who had made this not-so-bright decision, still holding his staff of the Great Sage, pinched the starlight gem on the head of the staff with his fingers, and began to weave a wide range of teleportation magic:

"All casters registered with the Tower of Order are cautioned to stay away from the Skull Harbor area immediately until the Black Rod Tower declares peace in Skull Harbor. ”

"Attention City Watch and Waterdeep Guardians, guide the residents of Skull Harbor to safety outside the city as soon as possible, and ensure order in the city during the guidance. ”

The last directive was sent to the temples and secret lords: "Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, we need to convene an emergency meeting in connection with the contingencies in Skull Harbor. ”

After a moment of silence, the magician from the Hubbell family still contacted an old acquaintance of his, an old acquaintance of the secret lords, and the owner of the Yawn Portal Inn, Durnan.

"My friend, I know that your inn hides a portal to the depths of Skull Harbor, and I beg you to go find those villain leaders of Skull Harbor and have them cooperate with the orders of the Black Rod Tower to minimize casualties there. ”

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Marco Hubbell's last concern for the inhabitants of Port Skull, undoubtedly failed. When the owner of the Yawn Portal Inn kicked open the office of the Thieves' Guild, the giant thief who spent hours a day sitting in this luxurious room was already missing his cronies.

Black marketeers, smugglers, and pirate troop captains—all of the influential scoundrels in Skull Harbor, run as fast as the famous bard, biographer, and tabloid contributor Varro Temp.

The innkeeper in elemental leather armor swung his sword into the air, and as a retired and famous adventurer, Duernan knew that he would not be able to challenge an angry black dragon, even if his former comrades gathered together. Then he had no choice but to leave this dangerous area and return to the cellar of his beloved inn.

At this point, Waterdeep's last bit of effort at Skull Harbor has also failed.

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The roar of the black dragon naturally reached the newly opened Wooden Shoes Brothers Cooperative.

In the small office, the herbal tea evaporates the diffuse water vapor, and the tiny water droplets reflect the bird's-eye view of the entire Skull Harbor, and the black dragon Ul Harin Daurus is undoubtedly the most conspicuous one.

Of course, Xia Yuan Taiyijun did not miss the little blue-scaled half-dragon man.

If, as some conspirators speculated, it was a nosy dragon who started the Wooden Shoe Brothers' Co-op, and with the innate arrogance of the dragons, then the gold, silver, and bronze dragons would inevitably be thrown into the war against the evil dragons.

It's just a pity that the founders of the Wooden Shoe Brothers Cooperative have nothing to do with the winged lizards from head to toe.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun waved towards the mist that filled the room, and the fine particles of water vapor turned into a handful of smoothies in a blink of an eye, and then the smoothies formed ice beads, containing six frost charms, suspended in front of Angora Newman.

"Xiao An, the dessert you ran away from last time seems to be very restless. ”

Angora Newman shrugged: "A lioness who can teleport, it's not easy to eat. ”

"Take this talisman bead and go again, and before she casts the spell, freeze it and eat it slowly. ”

"I'm not too fond of eating cold food, it's not good for my stomach. Answering solemnly, Angola Newman shrugged at Shimoto Taiyijun.

"Then do you want to bring you some stomach medicine? Or do you want to have some hawthorn cake......?"

Pushing the monocle, Wei Ye snorted coldly: "The Wooden Shoes Brothers Cooperative wants to gain a foothold in Skull Harbor, how can it do it if it doesn't kill chickens and scare monkeys?"

With a few words, Xia Yuan Taiyijun stepped on the floor and pushed open the heavy stone door of the secret passage, and the frightened faces of Huo Kun and Kelun appeared right behind the secret door.

This embarrassing scene made the two long-eared Zhuoer look a little embarrassed.

"Oh, boss...... No, Mr. Idrier, we're not, we're not ......," Coren stammered, and was quickly covered by Hokun.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun just looked at the pair of living treasures, and then waved his hand: "Obediently stay in the cooperative with the guests, it seems that this should be the safest place in Skull Harbor at the moment." ”

At this sentence, the faces of the Drow warriors were clearly full of "disbelief", but Hokun, who was covering Cologne's mouth, still asked with a glimmer of hope, "...... What about you?"

"The big guys in Waterdeep are afraid that old black dragon will cause bigger problems, but for me, the problem of Skull Harbor is equal to no taboos!"

In the blink of an eye, "Mr. Idriel" disappeared into the office, and Coren and Hokun's expressions were as if they heard that they were going to be dragged to Rose's altar for a living sacrifice.

Behind them, the still crippled dwarven blacksmith and halfling barber could only pray to their gods, only Gedel's eyes, staring at the exit of the secret passage.

After a moment to make sure that the strangely behaved half-elf and his shapeshifter men were gone, Gedel's figure slammed into the door of the secret passage like an arrow, and Koren and Hokun didn't even have time to put their hands on the short sword at their waists—

This so-called "cooperative", which was converted from a private clinic, is not large except for the secret passage, but in a few breaths, Gedel broke into the front desk.

On the shabby counter, with nothing but a magic sword forged from Mithril, the effeminate human slave Torsugi Ainan looked at his fellow slave in surprise. However, the latter only smiled as a drow noble, the most common in the dark region, and in a few flashes, Torshan Ainan heard the sound of the magic sword "Benares" unsheathed.

The cold blade brought a hot touch, and the fine blade pattern tore through the muscles and penetrated the organs, and the young person in charge who had just taken office showed a painful but unbelievable expression on his face.

"Accept death, poor surface species. This is the greatest "goodwill" that Gedel can express.

(End of chapter)