The body of Kelburn Black Rod stolen?

It is indeed shocking news, and the reason for such weight is enough to delay the opening of this hellish seminar.

The successor of the black wand tapped the ground with the cane in his hand, and Penny focused his attention and found that there were no special traces on the staff, and the gem on the head of the staff did not match the description of the black wand, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

This staff doesn't seem to be the treasure that all the people of Faeron admire.

At this moment, Penny felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him, and quickly moved away, he turned his gaze in that direction, only to see a wild-looking middle-aged woman.

The woman had eagle-like eyes, like a skilled hunter, and her alert and perceptive gaze swept over everyone present.

Her muscles are also very strong, but she is wearing a magic robe, which looks quite unusual.

But Pennifen didn't dare to underestimate her, for the woman's aura was somewhat similar to the Storm Queen he had seen in Serre...... Of course, this was the idea that Penny had after noticing her cane.

Because the staff in the hand of this strong female mage seems to be shaped more like the legendary black staff - unpretentious, without gemstone inlays, and a black piece of wood.

Penny looked at the woman, then at Tiresbel on the stand, and began to speculate about the relationship between the two men and the Black Rod.

"So, I'm sorry to inform you that until the teacher's body is recovered, we need to seal the mysteries of Waterdeep. Tirasbel continued.

This sentence caused an uproar, as once a super-large enchantment such as the Lost Lock was activated, all the arcane powers in it would be controlled, and in this case, it was obvious that the Lost Lock was opened to prevent teleportation-type arcane.

Or will the mages be restricted until the body of Kelburn Blackrod is found?

This is, of course, an act of disrespect.

Penny frowned.

"It is not the intention of the Association to restrict your freedom. In the midst of the agitation, Tirasbell raised his voice and lowered his voice slightly: "However, in this case, we are not allowed to open the Mystery Indefinitely, so if any of you want to leave the deep waters, we will arrange for a portal here to take you away." ”

"Ah, thank you so much, Lord Bell, let's go now!" As soon as he finished speaking, many wizards shouted.

The theft of the body of Kelburn's Black Rod was undoubtedly a big deal, and many wizards with good noses had already smelled the smell of insecurity, most of them from small wizarding organizations, and they didn't seem to want to get involved in such incidents.

As if expected, Tirasbell only touched his nose in the face of such a strong appeal, when Penny noticed that he and the seated witch greeted each other, and then led the wizards to a back hall.

In the middle of the hall was a portal, and Penny noticed that the strong witch with a black staff was standing next to the portal, examining the wizarding groups that passed through the portal.

"Mr. Diesel, I don't know what you think?" Elder Miria walked nearby, frowning slightly, "If something like this happens, I'm afraid it will be difficult for this discussion to continue, and I suggest returning to the Dragon Coast immediately." ”

"I don't think there's a hurry......" Penny shook his head, he didn't want to leave the place yet.

Because all the clues about Imasca's relics point directly to the black robe of Hylast, and all the traces of this ** master are left in the labyrinth of 'under the mountain' next to Deep Water City, if it is confirmed that it is difficult to find something more valuable on the surface, then Penny will have to go there to take a look.

So he was not in a hurry to leave the deep water, he looked at Elder Miria's gaze and nodded, "Elder, you can return to the Dragon Coast first. ”

"You're going to stay here?" Elder Miria frowned in disbelief.

"Yes, it's a lot of fun. Penny replied with a smile.

Miria shook her head, as if sensing something unreasonable about the young junior, but the cautious distance between the wizards kept her from delving further, and she turned her head and walked towards the portal, when a figure passed by her, and Penny caught the shadow behind her, her eyes trembling, and her attention immediately became highly focused.

He saw the shadow he had seen in the basement before he woke up.

That is, the woman who carried the corpse.

Now she was wearing a dark blue robe, wearing a veil that was neither thick nor thin and just covered half of her face, and her delicate waist twisted very tactfully and bewitchingly, like a slender wicker.

However, it was not this that attracted Penny's attention, but the swaying of the thin waist, which brought out an unreal feeling, a bit like illusion, but it was difficult to detect the smell of arcane.

The mage stared carefully at the woman's back, admiring the courage of the bold corpse snatcher.

She was ready to pass through the portal like this generously under the noses of the wizards of the Deep Water Society.

The mage narrowed his eyes, but secretly threw a small object and stuck it to the woman's clothes.

This thing is a special arcane sigil hidden inside a fragment of a miniature gemstone, which is much more difficult to clean than a normal arcane sigil, and is suitable for tracking.

Penny found this technique in the ancient Imasca texts, and this is just one of many other useful and handy techniques.

"Wait, ma'am, where are you from?!" asked the sturdy witch who was guarding the portal as the corpse thief stood up at the portal.

Her voice was not rough, it was very relatable, and her eyebrows were slightly upturned, looking a little confused.

"Me?" replied in a voice with a hint of magnetic emotion: "I'm Beliameil from Am, oh, my mentor, Lord Safindo, can't attend this meeting due to some changes, so I'm here to replace him." ”

"Beliameil?" the sturdy witch raised her eyebrows, and the confusion in her voice seemed to deepen, "How did I not know that Mr. Saffindor would guide a disciple into the path of psionic energy?" ”

Psionics?

Penny frowned, finally knowing the nature of the illusory power of the corpse thief.

At the same time, he was even more curious about the Sturdy Witch.

Because she was able to see through the power of this corpse thief at a glance, although the arcane and psionic abilities are essentially different, it is not easy to distinguish the two supernatural powers by their appearance.

Hearing the conversation between the two witches, all the mages whispered.

It's strange enough for a wizard to include a psyker as a disciple.

You must know that although they look very similar, the essence of these two forces is incompatible.

And this lady Mayer obviously has a different explanation: "Our power comes from the multiverse, and the so-called distinction between arcane and psionic energy is just a different angle of interpretation." She raised a hand: "I went down this path only because I fit it, or rather, it suits me." ”

"Oh, interpretation, sounds reasonable...... witch's eyes narrowed, "Can you give me an explanation, then...... Why did she tell me that Lord Saffindor was dead when I was praying to the goddess just now?"

As soon as her words fell, all the wizards present were in an uproar and realized something, and they all made way of a large space in the center of the portal.

Penny also stepped back to the door of the hall.

"I admire your guts, grave robber, but unfortunately at such a close distance, the smell of the teacher's body cannot hide from my senses. The witch shouted loudly, and countless black-robed Waterdeep Association wizards had densely surrounded the corpse thief in the center, a psyker named Beliameil.

This is where the best spellcasters in the surrounding areas of Waterdeep City are concentrated, and the situation is certainly not optimistic when they are besieged by such a group of mages.

But the daring corpse thief showed no signs of panicking, and her tone was still so ethereal:

"Oh, sure enough, it is said that when Kelburn died, he passed on a part of his memories and the real black rod to one of his best disciples, and it turned out that Your Excellency was Lady Tsara Chadland of the 'Moon Star', and he really admired his name for a long time. ”

She stared at Tessara's cane in Chadland's hand.

This remark caused a stir again, and most wizards looked at the sturdy witch by the portal in amazement.

The Kelburn Black Rod has made countless achievements in the Silver Moon Alliance, and the world is familiar with the fact that this ** master founded the Harpist Alliance, but few people know that because of his too incomprehensible way of acting, the Calburn Black Rod was ostracized by the organization along with some members of the Harpist Scout, and this part of the members became the 'Moon Star' who is now active in the Sword Bay area.

Since Blackrod's death, his wife, Leila Silverhand, has gradually ceased to be seen frequently, and it is said that the person in charge of the organization is now the most beloved disciple of Kelburn Blackrod and Leila Silverhand, as well as BlackStaff's best heir.

Is it the gruff woman in front of you who looks more like a hunter in a robe?

"Are there many heirs to the black rod?" Penny asked, looking sideways at Elder Miria, who had a solemn face.

"Of course, the Black Rod has many identities, and the heirs of his various identities are quite a huge team. Miria nodded, then pointed at the woman, "But this woman is the most powerful of them all, and it is said that she has inherited part of the Black Staff's ideas, and in a way, she is a part of the Black Staff, so she has very high arcane skills." ”

Penny nodded abruptly, suddenly feeling a little strange.

This witch is in some ways the doppelganger of a powerful male ** master.

But what caught his attention even more was the corpse thief named Beliameil, and his intuition told him that there was something about this woman that interested him.

"You're so kind. Hearing the female thief's compliment, Tsala Chadran shook his head, his expression still very serious: "I can advise you as a party here, leave the body of the Mentor, and put down the other things you have taken, and the lords here will give you a relatively fair trial, you know, tomb robbery is not a capital crime, if you surrender, the conviction will be lighter." ”

"Yo, that's magnanimous. Beria chuckled, and she shook her head, "But this cheap tolerance sounds a little ridiculous, Ms. Chadland. ”

So there are always people in this world who would rather face harsh punishment than accept this seemingly cheap tolerance. Tessara Chadran raised her cane: "Catch her!"

A large expanse of magic smashed down on Beriameil's thin body, like a heap of leaves falling into a pool, and the space around the woman rippled like water waves, and all the spells disappeared like pebbles sinking into the pond, and the woman's body disappeared into the area.

This strange stealth technique stunned all the wizards present, she didn't chant incantations, she didn't make any complicated movements, it was as if she had vanished into thin air in a twist of air.

It is difficult for ordinary arcanists to cast spells so elegantly, and the wizards' eyes wander in the air, but there is no trace of Beliameil.

Penny frowned, but he didn't think that this psyker would escape so easily, because it was not easy to escape under the siege of so many wizards, not to mention a large city like Waterdeep City, where the Silvermoon Alliance's complex locks determined that everything was under the control of these leaders.

"Little trick. Chadland raised his staff and tapped it lightly into the air, and the high dome above the hall immediately showed complex and clean magical patterns, and a powerful light spilled down from the ceiling, penetrating every piece of air in the hall, and a phantom appeared next to the railing of the cloister on the second floor under this omnipresent light, Chadland let out a beastly roar, as if he had pulled out a huge javelin out of thin air and threw it at the shadow.

Bang!

The wizards below scattered and fled, dodging the stones and wood chips that fell from above.

Penny was also dumbfounded by the brute force displayed by the heir of the black wand.

"She is said to have been a very good ranger before learning the arcane, so she was good at hand-to-hand combat and using weapons. Elder Miria explained quietly.

This made Penny know that the muscles on Tsala Chadran were not the decoration made by the Arfa, but immediately the fierce battle situation attracted all his attention, this javelin undoubtedly revealed the invisible psyker's original form, the blue eyes on her veil showed a clearly visible anger, but immediately evolved into a pure blue phantom, the phantom spread to the body and the surrounding space, and suddenly the whole area became unreal, Tsala Chadran did not give her opponent a chance to breathe further, with a finger of the cane, a huge palm appeared on the side of Beriameil, and with a fierce grip, he was about to squeeze her into the palm of his hand。

The name of this spell is called Bigbi Grappling Palm, from the famous ** master Bigbi, this mage created a series of magic that condensed into a giant hand to ravage the enemy with energy, and was carried forward by the battle mages of various planes of the multiverse, and the name was immortalized, but this big hand that could pinch the adult dragon was like a bubble when it held the body of Belia Meyer, it was like a bubble that was erased by a gradually spreading ripple, and a red light was released from Belial's hand, and Penny's eyelids were dreaded.

He'd seen the spell, or rather, seen something like it.

Dissociation.

Penny knew that psionic energy could cause many similar effects to the arcane, and this was probably one of them, and he saw the red light hit the dome high above, and suddenly cracked sound burst out of the ceiling, and some of the guild wizards below ran to the corner of the hall in amazement, and within seconds of them withdrawing, a large number of stones fell to the ground on the ceiling, splattering an astonishing amount of dust, and interrupting the spell that Tessara Chadran was channeling— She had to take a few steps back to dodge a stone pillar that fell from the sky, and when she looked up again, she saw the blue figure floating below the dome that had broken a large hole, looking condescendingly at all the people below:

"Oh, it's a pity, whether it's costly punishment or cheap tolerance, it's all given by someone, but I'm used to finding my own way, so now, I'm going to say-" She waved her hand slightly: "Goodbye~"

"It's not that easy!" Chadland's face contorted, and the mysteries over the city began to work, and a dense arcane glow enveloped the shadows in the sky, as if forming a large, solid prison.

"Imprison her!" Chadran commanded all his wizards, and the sound of a more neat spell wafted through the hall.

The light around the cage grew denser and denser, and gradually seemed to become an impenetrable ball of light.

It seemed that the victory was in hand, but Chadran and all the wizards present did not let up in the slightest.

The surprise that this female corpse thief gave them just now was really not small.

The power of this psyker is strange and dangerous, and it doesn't seem to be so easy to subdue.

A crisp sneer entered everyone's ears, and a small black locket fell from the ball of light, and Tessara-Chadran was stunned, obviously not expecting something to fall out of the imprisoned arcane brilliance, and when more light came into contact with the locket, it melted like ice and snow in boiling water, which told Tessara's unusual little box, and not long after this small box appeared, someone had already recognized this thing.

"Mistress Miria, let's hide. Penny Sean grabbed Elder Miria with a solemn face, turned and ran out of the hall through the door at a breakneck speed.

"Lord Diesel, why are you in such a hurry?" it wasn't until she ran more than a hundred yards that Miria reacted and asked curiously.

"It was a bomb. Penny looked back down the hall.

He hadn't only seen that little box, he had used it himself.

In the ruins of Imasca where Dilpur was hiding, the scholar from the ancient imperial era gave him such a box to destroy the ancient mausoleum.

Now, the scene is back in front of Penny's eyes.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, and Elder Miria watched in amazement as a large black orb burst through the walls of the hall and spread not far in front of him, then vanished, leaving only a meteorite to crash through the crater.

Cold sweat suddenly trickled down her forehead.

Penny's eyes kept rolling, and his gaze flickered.

(To be continued)