Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 245 Flowing Clouds Crossing
Originally, it was no bigger than a washbasin when held in the hand, but when spread out, it was a vast expanse of white, with a shape close to a circle with a radius of about ten meters and a thickness of about two meters. It appeared very solid when floating on the ground, without any of the loose and drifting feeling of ordinary clouds.

Throughout the entire process, the teammates standing to the side never closed their mouths, making it seem as if they were being forcefully watched by a group of Kiefers.

(What race are the Kiefers? They're commonly known as hippopotamus people.)
"Alright, drive the carriage up to the clouds. Be careful not to startle the horses, or things will get complicated." As he spoke, the mage produced a stone ramp from somewhere and placed it on the edge of the cloud. Then he cast a spell.

The stone steps seemed to inflate, gradually growing larger until they became a wide stone slope about three meters wide and over two meters high.

This is Zhang Yuan's work from a while ago. Don't be fooled by the fact that it has no other functions and can't even be considered a rare artifact. It can only be described as a low-end magical creation. However, given his current alchemy skills, it is already quite remarkable that he was able to specially craft such a thing in just a few days.

Become!

After the ramp was built, the horses and vehicles could finally climb onto the cloud. After all, it was a full two meters high, and you couldn't expect the horses to jump up there, could you?

As soon as things started, problems arose. It's unclear whether the horses' intuition was too sharp or the feeling of stepping on clouds was different from that of solid ground. In any case, after being coaxed and tricked onto the clouds, they became extremely restless and almost ran away in fright.

It is in turbulent times that true heroes emerge.

Just when the members of the Canaan Squad were at their wits' end and could only barely hold onto the reins, and were about to lose control, the ranger Telinda stepped forward.

Several animal calming techniques were applied, and the effect was immediate. The horses, which had been kicking, became docile and, under the female elf's command, quietly allowed the other team members to lay them down on their sides and tie their hooves to prevent any further mishaps during flight.

After all, he is a professional in the natural sciences, and even Rosiemann, who has a strong affinity for animals, cannot compare to him.

Seeing the surprised yet admiring looks from her teammates, Talinda smiled, but didn't feel particularly proud.

He's supposed to be a ranger, after all; he should have some skills, especially since this mage captain with extensive connections is rumored to have some ambiguous relationships with several female sirens and druids.

Thinking about this, the female elf felt both anticipation and considerable competitive pressure.

As for the Ranger's rudimentary nature magic, it's definitely no match for a proper Druid, let alone melee combat.

What the hell? This team of cleavers in front of me is missing a melee fighter like me?
Looking at the burly, hulking trio of berserkers—Münster, Rick, and Morty—she couldn't help but feel a chill; these three practically had ferocity and savagery written all over their faces.

Then look at the two seemingly honest and simple dwarf brothers next to him. Although they are short and stocky, their width is almost as tall as their height, and their arms are as thick as a normal person's thigh. They look like tough nut to crack.

Talinda's gaze shifted to the female thief. Not to mention their initial encounter and their subsequent sparring, she had also sparred with her several times under the guise of getting to know her teammates.

The result was somewhat disheartening to find that a ranger, despite his skill in dual-wielding, was not much better than a rogue.

Moreover, the opponent's double longswords have an advantage over his own double shortswords in a head-on confrontation.

As for Chanem, there's no need to mention him. Just looking at his martial arts demonstration in Cloud City is enough to make you give up on that idea. Those punches could probably make you cry for days.

After much thought, the female elf realized that she could only bully Lawrence, that clumsy old thief.

For her, her greatest advantage is her archery skills, which is also her role in the Canaan squad, as everyone knows.

According to the basic principle that everyone in the squad has a position, Terinda is currently being promoted to the temporary head of the archers in Canaan! Why do you ask why it's only temporary?

Because this position is a very lucrative one!

Imagine, once three sirens join the team, there will be a total of five ranged attackers, including the female elf and Lawrence, who can only hide in the back and shoot arrows from the sidelines!

Keep in mind that Münster's Berserker squad only had three members, and Bard's Shield Guard squad consisted of just the two of them. Five members? That's almost half the squad's size.

In the future, she will have to compete with the equally ambitious Siren.

This is certainly not some melodramatic story of jealousy or rivalry. Although Talinda was expelled from her hometown and trespassed into Master Zhang's territory, she managed to pull herself together after a period of despondency.

They are from a prestigious family, after all. Although the Moonfall family is not a Windrunner family and produces mages rather than rangers, their influence is undeniable.

Despite being under sixty years old, Talinda became the leader of a ranger squad, commanding a massive team of twenty people. She was a prodigy, and on paper, her leadership skills were unparalleled in the entire team.

After finally managing to secure a minor leadership position, I still had to compete with others for the job, which was quite unpleasant.

While the female elf was still churning with a myriad of thoughts, the mage captain's voice drifted to her ears.

"This flight is about to depart. Please be seated, move towards the center area, and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you for your cooperation. Anyone who doesn't cooperate, get out of here and swim across the swamp yourself. The Swamp of the Dead isn't covered up!"

His initially smug and reserved tone turned into a roar as he spoke to the female thief.

It turns out that Nancy was curious about the clouds beneath her feet, constantly jumping and hopping to feel the sensation, and secondly...

Perhaps because he still vividly remembered Master Zhang's "animation rope bondage play," he had some psychological trauma from this long, thick strip and was hesitant to tie the safety rope around his waist.

Of course, Zhang Yuan didn't have that many active ropes to use as seat belts. He just bought ordinary cables in Deepwater City, but that was enough. He tied one end to his body and the other end to the carriage whose wheel hubs were fixed in place, to stabilize his body.

Nancy, who was forcefully suppressed by the captain, had no choice but to comply and obediently tied the rope. Even Zhang Yuan himself was no exception.

After checking and confirming that there were no problems, the mage did not rush to activate the levitation function, but instead cast a summoning spell.

"I come from the nest of winter!"

"This pervert is so strange!"

"Dive into the battlefield!"

"Everything lost will be found!"

"The dragon has come for war!"

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