Broad World

Ever since Henry completed the legendary advancement, he has entered a strange dream. This time he didn't see the room full of mirrors, but kept walking along a half-meter-wide path, walking and walking, and he couldn't see the end. It was pitch black on both sides of the road, as if vision, hearing, smell, touch, and even taste had all disappeared, leaving only endless loneliness and loneliness.

At first, he also tried talking to himself, singing, dancing, and even biting his finger to suck his own blood, but none of this worked. All senses have disappeared, and they can only walk straight forward like a walking dead. The most incredible thing is that he hasn't gone crazy yet, and his consciousness is still clear and rational.

Extreme rationality and madness were intertwined inconceivably. This kind of torture made Henry wish he could die immediately, but rationality prevented him from committing suicide. Just like this, I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe it’s just a second, or maybe tens of thousands of years have passed. In the end, all emotions were turned into numbness, as if wanting to be swallowed by the endless darkness on both sides.

He could feel that his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and his thinking speed was getting slower and slower. At the moment when the personality called Henry was about to disappear, a mirror suddenly appeared on the road ahead. As the distance got closer, the blurry figure in the mirror began to gradually become clearer.

Henry saw it, it was another self. But there is only half of the head, exactly the same as the one I saw in the dream last time. I saw this person suddenly stretched out his hands to hug his face and asked in a low voice: "Lonely! Have you experienced it?"

Hearing the other party's question, Henry's eyes revealed deep gazes. He nodded slightly and replied, "Yes, I feel it. Endless loneliness, no end, no feeling. Nothing. Who are you? Part of me?"

The man in the mirror nodded with a smile on his face. "I am your loneliness, the feeling that was sealed away during the long journey. Now that you have enough power, are you willing to reintegrate with me?"

"I am willing! No matter what the final result is, we should all be fully integrated." As he spoke, Henry's hands radiated thousands of rays of light, instantly illuminating the entire dark world. When the man in the mirror disappears completely. The mirror erected in the middle of the road was broken. Suddenly, a special memory appeared in his mind, a lonely memory.

It turned out that before Henry came to this world, he had drifted in the vast and endless universe in the form of a soul for a long time. In order not to make himself go crazy or lose his independent personality for a long time, he forcibly divided many things, and then saved them one by one. That mirror represents the missing part, as for the thinking guy at the end. It is a collection of distortion and madness hidden in the depths of the soul. It can be said that it almost incorporates all negative emotions.

"The opposite of human nature? No wonder he has a bad face every time he sees me. I believe he must hate me very much, and maybe he wants to replace me." A smile appeared on Henry's face. Now that he knew the secret here, the strange dream that had been haunting him was not so scary. As long as all the missing parts are found step by step, the negative feelings will be fully absorbed sooner or later.

After completely digesting "loneliness", a door appeared in front of the road. Henry walked over and pushed away gently. A burst of white light came down, and the dream was completely shattered. He only felt that he was falling, and just when he was about to hit the bottom, an unknown force pulled him back to reality.

Alustri, who was sitting aside reading a book, suddenly noticed that Henry lying on the bed was breathing more and more quickly, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily. If it is an ordinary person, it will definitely feel that this is a nightmare. But in her eyes, one could see the great changes taking place in the depths of her soul.

The struggle didn't last long, it was over in about a few minutes. Henry sat up abruptly from the bed, panting heavily. He first glanced at Elastre who was sitting by the bed, and then at his "chi luo" body, with an awkward smile on his face. No need to think about it, he must have fallen into a coma after the upgrade.

Erastriol put the cleaned robe and equipment on the bedside, and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me what happened just now? I can feel that you are different from before."

"It's nothing, I just found a precious memory." Henry replied vaguely while putting on his clothes. He found that his burnt calf and foot had grown back, but it would take a few days for him to regain his ability to run.

Seeing that the other party is unwilling to mention it. Alaszhuo no longer asked. Everyone has secrets that they don't want to be known by others, not to mention that it involves the soul, so it's normal not to want to tell it. She pointed to the dimension bag on the table, the huge dragon head, and the staff studded with huge red gems.

"I've already dealt with the corpse of the ancient red dragon for you. I think the staff and the dragon's head should belong to the trophy of the dragon slaying warrior. Don't worry about your companions. They are sleeping in the other room. Except for the warlock with demon blood who was seriously injured, everyone else is fine."

Henry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his team members were all fine. He stood up and bowed to Alustriel. "I would also like to thank you and the other masters for their help, otherwise I would have died in the hands of Balagos "Flying Flame". By the way, where are the others? Why didn't I see them?"

"Humility is a virtue, but excessive modesty is hypocrisy. You played a vital role in this epic battle, and we all agree that you deserve all the glory and spoils. Kelben and Lila are going to search for the treasure in the Dragon's Lair, and prepare to bring it back as a gift to celebrate your becoming a legend. As for Elminster, he is a busy man. An incredible treasure."

Under the urging of Elastret, Henry grabbed the gorgeous staff on the table and performed a "discernment technique". A few seconds later, a string of shocking information appeared in his mind.

Onaga's Fire Scepter of Darkness:

This flaming scepter, named Onaga of Darkness, was crafted by a long-dead Tasrutan mage with nanmu tree pith. After several modifications, it was embedded with many top-quality rubies. It can be said that it is the embodiment of the essence of flame, a nearly perfect magical creation. It was this powerful staff that Balagos earned the title of "Flying Flame".

Equipment capacity:

The rod of fire also increases its current wielder's magic resistance to fire, while reducing magic resistance to cold damage.

special power:

Manipulate fire (caster can manipulate nearby open flames) 1/day

fireball once a day

Wall of Fire twice a day

Delayed Burst Fireball twice a day

meteor burst three times a day

Seeing this long list of spell abilities, Henry's eyes almost popped out. No wonder Balagos' "Flying Flame" can be so arrogant, just three "Meteor Burst" shots a day are enough to make most people be afraid, not to mention the powerful killing magic like delayed burst fireball. I have to say that although the attribute of this staff is somewhat single, its destructive power is absolutely beyond doubt.

Next, he checked the dimensional bag again. A large piece of processed dragon skin was neatly placed inside, and the dragon's blood was also put into a huge glass jar and sealed. You must know that this was collected from the corpse of the ancient red dragon, and its value is several times higher than that of Faircrag.

Seeing the other party's happy face, Elastre moved closer and asked with a smile, "How about it, would you like to give me a kiss to express my gratitude?"

"Of course, who can refuse to kiss a beautiful lady." Henry put down the things in his hand and pulled the woman in front of him into his arms.

The two hugged each other quickly and began to kiss each other's lips. Soon they are not satisfied with ordinary kissing and start touching each other's sensitive parts. As his breathing became heavier, Henry lifted Alustri's long skirt, and just as he was about to take off his clothes, a huge portal suddenly opened in the room, and Kelben and Lila walked out from it, followed behind them, and there were two young men with faces full of fear and hatred. Around their necks was a chain that seemed to be forged of mithril.

Henry was taken aback, and hurriedly got up and straightened his clothes. On the contrary, Elastra sat up unhurriedly, first smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt with elegant movements, and then asked with a smile: "You two are really fast enough, and you only came back in a few hours. How is it? Did you find anything interesting?"

Lila glanced at Henry, who was blushing, and said to her sister with a smile, "I'm really sorry to interrupt your good business. There are quite a lot of interesting things. Have you seen the chains on the necks of the two little guys? That is a sub-artifact left over from the Netheril period, the Mithril Chain of Sorrow."

Hearing the name "Mithril Chain of Sorrow", Erastriol's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and cast a recognition spell on the chain, and soon got specific information.

This ancient, rare item was probably crafted long ago by Netherese to capture, subdue, and dominate (as a mount, digging coolie, or pack animal) huge monsters like dragons. The two mithril manacles magically expand and shrink, and they can be chained to surrounding living bodies or stone pillars with a whispered command (they do not change size when in contact with wood or metal). The second command shrinks the cuffs again until they hit a solid object, for example, when placed on a person's head they shrink to fit snugly around his neck.

To open the manacles or change its size, one must touch the bound creature and speak the correct command character. A heavy mithril chain connects to the mithril chain of mourning. Both the chain and the manacles have resistance to acid and lightning (similar to protection from elemental—acid and protection from elemental—electricity at caster level twentieth). All those who attempt to use these elements against the item find their efforts fruitless, and even cause pain to the imprisoned creature.