Broad World

At noon, with the departure of the last ship, the entire port town had become empty, and there was not a single one that could be moved, and even the beggars ran away. The pier, which was full of people, now has only one solitary fast boat left, which is the one belonging to Simon Havarian.

Henry used the flying technique to come to the sky above the Arcatraz, overlooking this strange building that is famous throughout the Western Continent. It is built on a bare rock next to Brinro Island. It is a typical pointed structure. Only a stone bridge connects it to the outside world, and it is covered with deadly magic traps. Only those with protective stones can pass through it safely.

Aimon and the others had already quietly hidden in a place less than forty meters away from the entrance, and now they just waited for themselves to lure Joan Irenicus, and they would immediately rush in to rescue Aberdell. With their strength and the help of a group of lunatics, I believe there should be no accidents.

"The prologue has finally begun. Now let me test your strength." Henry unleashed all his power as a mage, and the huge primitive magic power began to wreak havoc over the Arcatraz, quickly forming a An energy storm zone that is hundreds of meters long. Lightning, hail, flame, strong acid, all kinds of energies converge and collide here, making a creepy noise, which sounds like another giant beast roaring. He used his will and strength to cover the main area, let alone teleportation magic, not even a mosquito could fly out. Wherever the original magic power passes, the magic net is completely distorted, and even the normal casting of spells will be seriously affected, not to mention spells like "teleportation" that require precise positioning.

Such a large-scale magical restlessness can be felt by ordinary people, and of course Joan Irenicas has discovered it long ago. He glanced at the half-dead Aberdare and sneered: "I really didn't expect that your friend is so powerful and able to control so much primitive magic power. He is really a difficult enemy. But it is a pity that he has come late."

"What? You're scared! Are you planning to run away like a stray dog?" Aberdell sarcastically stared at his blood-red eyes. After losing his divinity, he found that his consciousness was less and less, and he estimated that his time was running out. So now there is no fear of death at all.

"Escape? How is it possible! I'm about to become a powerful demigod, and I don't need to fear the power of these mortals. Just watch. I will teach this mage named Henry a good lesson and let him understand the real What a mage should look like." As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Joan Irenicas' eyes. He turned to Yuxumo and Vilan who were standing beside him and said, "I'm going to meet the guy who killed my sister now. You two are here to deal with those little mice. Remember, as long as those people are introduced A trap is enough, there is no need for a frontal battle. In addition, after the plan is successful, immediately teleport to the designated location, and don't dawdle."

"Everything is as you wish. Great master." Vilan quickly lowered his head and responded.

"Master, what about the son of Baal? Do you want to go along with it..." Yu Xumo made a throat-slitting gesture. The reason why he was willing to become a servant was because he heard that Aberdare had killed his sister during the riot at Baldur's Gate, so he was full of hatred in his heart.

Joan Irenicus shook his head slightly: "No, let him continue to live. Without the favor of fate, he won't live long at all, and he has to endure pain and suffering every second. Don't you think, Is that the best way to punish a person?"

Yu Xumo glanced at Aberdell, who was dying, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He put one hand on his chest and bowed: "You are right. This is the most perfect ending for revenge."…

"Okay, I'll leave this to you, otherwise the guests outside will get impatient." After speaking, Joan Irenicas snapped her fingers. Disappeared in place in an instant.

Although the distortion of the magic net by the original magic power is very powerful, the elves have a way to cast spells that can completely get rid of the magic net. After all, they already had a very developed magic system before they came to Faerun Continent, even the goddess of magic is helpless. Corellon, the lord god of the elves, possesses the priesthood of magic and claims to be a faction completely independent of the human god system.

A second later, a man with a cold expression and no ears appeared above the Arcatraz. He has very strong muscles all over his body, and the blue blood vessels on his face are densely covered like spider webs, making him look very hideous. For a pure mage. This kind of body has obviously been modified, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to contain such a powerful explosive force.

no doubt. This guy who looks a bit like a bodybuilder is Joan Irenicus. Henry had sneaked a peek in the sewer once, so he recognized it right away. But last time due to the large gap in strength. I didn't even dare to say hello, it's different now. He has enough strength to be able to stand here face to face with the opponent.

The two stood in mid-air and looked at each other like this, neither of them had the intention of making a move first. As legendary spellcasters, they all knew that in a battle of this level, chanting a spell for a few seconds first would have no effect on the final result. After all, no matter the various magic items worn on the body, or the trigger magic, there are too many, even if you stand for a minute, you may not be able to crack it all.

"Why are you fighting against me, why are you helping those two sons of Baal?" Joan Irenicus first broke the silence and asked. He still hasn't figured out what the powerful caster in front of him wants to do.

Henry smiled and replied: "It's very simple. They are my friends and the objects of my investment. As we all know, Baal, the God of Slaughter, left a large number of offspring. According to the prediction of the wise man Arlando, they will kill each other and eventually The winner will be determined to inherit the coveted throne. I believe that with your intelligence, you should be very clear about the rewards of gaining the friendship of a god."

"The God of Slaughter? That stupid human named Aberdell?" Joan Irenicus had a mocking expression on his face. In his opinion, Aberdell is really stupid, and he can't even see through some simple conspiracies. It would be a big joke for such a guy to become a god.

"No, you are wrong. You must know that the most terrifying thing in this world is not a perfect plan, nor is it a power comparable to a god. It is not your cruel methods and ambitions, but fate!" Said Henry intentionally After a pause, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly to reveal a sarcastic smile.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Joan Irenicus and continued: "You know? Destiny is the most complicated and illusory thing in the entire universe. But it has a real existence and affects everyone. A person who gets destiny A favored beggar can become a king. The same god who is abandoned by fate will face death. No matter who you are, if you want to succeed, you should never stand on the opposite side of fate, but unfortunately, you are standing right now Such a position."

"Fate? Hahahahahaha! It's so funny. I never believe in fate. I only believe that my own hands can change everything."

As a legendary mage, Joan Irenicas is also a very determined person, and he didn't take what he just said to heart at all, otherwise he would not insist on obtaining divinity. Absorb the power of the elven tree of life and want to become a member of the gods.

"Hands? Change everything? Only the most ignorant people will say such arrogant words. Forget it, anyway, we still have to do it in the end, why not start now." Henry raised the magician's staff in his hand and did There is an invitation to a duel. He had already seen that Aimeng and the others had just slipped in through the entrance, so he couldn't wait to test their strength.

Joan Irenicus smiled contemptuously and asked: "You have been talking nonsense for a long time just to create opportunities for those little mice? Don't worry, my servant has prepared a grand welcome ceremony for them. Believe that It's going to be a lot of fun."

"It's okay, I believe they will be able to defeat your servant and successfully rescue Aberdare. Also, don't underestimate anyone. For a mage, he can live a long life only by being humble at all times." Henry retorted without showing any weakness .

He wasn't surprised that the other party was prepared. After all, Simon Havarian had already disclosed part of the information about himself and others last night. It would be more worrying if nothing was prepared. He believes in relying on the strength of his teammates. Against a god vampire and a rogue you shouldn't have too much of a problem.

"It's so funny, only cowardly people need to be humble. I'm about to become an immortal god, why do I need to be humble to a group of mortals?" Joan Irenicus's face was full of disdain. In his eyes, ordinary people are no different from those domestic animals waiting to be slaughtered. They will catch a few when they need it. It is their honor to die for themselves.

Henry sighed slightly: "Hey, hatred makes you lose your sanity, and arrogance makes you lose your humility. As a mage, you lose these two most important things at the same time. I don't understand why you are so confident. "

"Hmph! Self-confidence comes from strength. I have acquired the divinity of the son of Baal, and no one is my opponent on the main plane." Joan Irenicus said arrogantly. I don't know that he is full of confidence. Still the ignorant are fearless. Not to mention those old monsters who lived a year ago, just a few voters of the goddess of magic can knock them to the ground.

"In that case, let's start." Henry didn't seem to be talking nonsense anymore. He understood that this guy could no longer be called a mage. But a real barbarian-a barbarian who uses magic.

That's right, just like his strong muscles, the only understanding of magic in his mind is destruction and destruction. No matter what you say to such a person, it is useless, only with absolute power can you subdue him. Of course, Henry didn't intend to redeem this arrogant legendary caster, nor did he want to really kill him.

After all, he has already integrated the divinity of killing, and only Aberdare can defeat him in person to get back what belongs to him. What can be done now is to teach this bastard a lesson, and then tell him to go back to the Underdark to launch an invasion of the kingdom of elves, so as to start the follow-up plot...