Equipment Printing School Mage
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"The creature we're hunting is called Igilock, a parasitic evil spirit. Its wisdom surpasses that of an eighty-year-old sage, and its ruthlessness surpasses the chill of a January wind. It can grant power to its host, but it will also devour its soul. Most terrifying of all, even if its host is killed, it can escape again. At its peak, it can use this power of escape nine times! And it can regain this ability every month it spends parasitizing a living being.
"In other words, if you want to kill him, you not only have to find him, but you also have to kill him nine times within a month. During this time, you can't allow him to linger for more than a month, otherwise you have to kill him an additional time."
The captain said indignantly: "Three months ago, we killed him eight times. As a result, during the last pursuit, we encountered a similar situation as now!"
"Several portals suddenly opened, enveloping our entire team. When we reappeared, we were inexplicably besieged." The ambush clearly left him with lingering fears. "They seemed to be genuinely searching for a force called the Wild Hunt, but after several of my team members had their helmets knocked off, they panicked, 'Why aren't they elves?!'"
He took another swig of mead. "By Odin, the Wild Hunt has never had anything to do with the elves of Alfheim. Perhaps a certain group of Wild Hunt acted arrogantly and made enemies with the locals, but that's fine—their feud with the elves has nothing to do with us! It's too late to clear up the misunderstanding. We lost nearly half our men in that battle."
The only thing worse than being ambushed is being badly beaten and then the ambushers realizing they hit the wrong guy.
"Then, there's the portal in the sky right now." The captain sighed. "After being ambushed earlier, we urgently recovered and were able to catch up with our target. We took the wrong path again..."
He held up a silver necklace in his arms, the rune in the center already dimmed. "We've lost our target. We'll rest here for a while before returning to the Golden Palace to face punishment."
"The Falcon Eye Necklace's tracking range is limited to three hundred kilometers within the same plane or adjacent planes. Right now, we have no idea who Igilock is possessing. If we delay for months, we'll have to start all over again. Our strength has been severely depleted, and we can no longer kill him multiple times in a short period of time."
At this moment, Yin's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "If you think you have lost your target, can you let me see the necklace?"
The captain glanced sideways, taking in the sumptuous meal, the treated team members, and the pristine equipment, then nodded, "Please."
Emiya said almost out of habit: "Yin, you don't..."
Then, he suddenly realized that Sig, who was sitting opposite him, was winking at him frantically.
Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine.
Yin didn't even come over. Who was the one who just spoke...
He turned his head stiffly.
Misriel had sat down beside him without him noticing. With a familiar wave of her finger, the magical necklace from Joseph's Garden fell into her palm. She fiddled with it for a few moments, and the dim runes suddenly lit up, pointing eastward.
"It's a little too early to give up now," she said. "It's about four hundred kilometers east of you now."
Then, a puzzled look appeared on her face, and she asked Emilia, "What did you call me just now?"
Emiya was silent for a moment, then said firmly: "You heard wrong."
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When on earth did she sneak into the banquet hall!
Emiya didn't know the answer, and she also knew that the answer was meaningless.
Mystril's peak was probably during the Nether Age, when a large number of humans began to believe in her. However, at this moment, she is probably no weaker than she was at her peak.
After all, the source of her power was the Magic Weave. Now the elves were unleashing their magic freely, and this process was enough to allow her to grow rapidly.
In the current Faerûn, Corellon Larethian should have unparalleled power, and other gods simply cannot compare to him - Elven mythology clearly states that Corellon is the creator of the entire elves and even the entire elven pantheon. The current elven gods were once nothing more than his blood.
Such a God King is naturally unrivaled among all the gods.
But Mystril was clearly not very afraid of him.
Miss Misriel, of course, wants to appear in any corner of Faerun she wants.
She didn't want to, and wouldn't, ask for anyone's opinion—and no one, not even a god, could stop her. Not even a mythal.
At this moment, the Wild Hunt captain, who was already a little tipsy, asked shakily, "Hey? Why did I get drunk so quickly? When...did you arrive?"
Misriel naturally wouldn't answer, so Emiya could only continue tactfully, "She's also our guest. But she... We're also very interested in all sorts of strange phenomena. By the way, can anyone else join the hunt for Igilok?"
Mystril was right there, and all he could say was that he was intrigued.
The Wild Hunt captain hesitated.
The Wild Hunt were warriors who had lived a complete life, reborn in Valhalla with their memories intact. To become a Wild Hunt, and indeed to stand out in the entire Valhalla, naturally saw that Emya's posture was unnatural.
However, he soon realized there was more to it.
——They are definitely no match for that petite woman.
This woman is at least ten thousand times more dangerous than Iggi Locke! They can only obey her.
He swallowed, and a certain trembling in the face of a powerful creature silently dissipated most of his drunkenness.
He obviously didn't hear clearly what Misriel said just now: "...If you want to join, of course you can. But we have lost track of them..."
Before he could finish his words, Mithriel impatiently threw his necklace back. "I strengthened it a little. Now, the monster should be in the east. It's only 400 kilometers away from you—don't make me say it a third time."
"I heard you!" The captain, already breaking out in a cold sweat, immediately drew his weapon and shouted, "We're leaving immediately!"
"Why rush?" Misriel put away her dangerous expression, almost ready to devour anyone, and asked, "Have you finished resupplying?"
"Supplies complete!" the Wild Hunt captain shouted. "We'll set off immediately to slay it. Once we've completed our mission, we'll leave immediately. We absolutely dare not linger in this world!"
Then, Mithril replied, "I didn't ask you to die. Your injuries haven't fully healed, and your armor and equipment are even more damaged..."
Only then did she notice the pile of armor in the corner of the banquet hall.
"……Um?"
She narrowed her eyes and began to scan the hall. "No. Their armor is different from the elves'. You didn't just use the Xingyong family's inventory to temporarily replace it... They've only been in the castle for less than an hour, and there are no craftsmen left in the castle..."
"Who maintains these armors?"
The Wild Hunt had been displaced along the way, and in the warm banquet hall, the aroma of wine had made their minds less clear. Now they finally realized that strange things were happening in this fortress.
They saw no servants, which was just as well, for they were uninvited guests after all.
The freshness of the meals was already questionable – even with more chefs, there was no way a soup that should take thirty minutes to cook could be cooked in one minute.
But the most outrageous thing was indeed the equipment they had just maintained.
Captain Wild Hunt slapped his forehead and realized that this was not the Golden Palace at all.
In the Golden Palace, each Wild Hunt naturally receives the support of the entire Valhalla. After returning to Odin's palace, they will recover in the shortest time and then embark on the next hunt.
In other places, it was very rare for them to be forced to stop for rest - because outside the Golden Palace, the time spent on rest would doom the hunt to failure.
They stopped to rest this time because they had already accepted the failure of the mission and were ready to return to the Golden Palace to receive punishment.
Just at this moment, the efficiency of the fortress in providing supplies was terrifying, and it even made him dizzy!
He could only stammer in response to Misriel's question, saying, "...the master of this place?"
"-Oh." Misriel replied meaningfully.
Her eyes swept among the crowd.
"A half-elf archdruid... a very orthodox and very young archdruid. Although he bears the influence of Shar, that was many years ago. Metal gear has nothing to do with you."
"...Gelong, the bard, studies the sounds of creation... Interesting, but the weapons and equipment have nothing to do with you. The material of your clothes, however, is very strange."
"Tyke's successor priest, Xingsong's orphan... Your equipment is also very strange. The material used for the joints is unheard of. It's obviously made by the same person as the Song Dragon's clothing. The material is even, meticulous, and fits the body perfectly. Even elven craftsmen can't match it... And it's not you."
Finally, Mithril looked at Aimya and asked, "Did you do this?"
Emiya could only nod: "Yes."
She stared at the armor for a long moment before finally letting out a sigh.
"...Alright." Misriel shook the nine slips of paper in her hand and said somewhat unwillingly, "Together with the set of spell materials, the gifts are indeed sufficient. You can move freely here to a certain extent."
"What do you mean by certain limits and free movement?" Emilia asked, carefully touching her arms.
Sure enough, the nine notes were gone.
Hiding it in her arms and waiting for a good price... that was pure self-deception. Could he stop her from seeing something she wanted to see?
"What I'm saying is, I'm too lazy to keep watching the details of your actions and making you tremble with fear," Mystril replied. "This Igilok has also sneaked into Toril. If it stays, it will be really troublesome. Now that the elves are in chaos, there are no adventurers to deal with it - I leave it to you.
"You'll encounter both intentional and unintentional obstacles along the way. You can defend yourself for this purpose, but don't go too far. You can take the materials from the creatures that Ijirock is parasitizing. You can use the identity of Xingyong's orphan to carry out activities—I still say the same thing." She yawned, "Don't go too far."
The final right of interpretation still lies with her.
The Wild Hunt were overjoyed - although they didn't fully understand what was happening, it was very clear that the team in the fortress would join the hunt.
However, before he could offer his thanks, Mystril finished the rest of the sentence: "You can prepare to depart. The monster called... Igilok has completed its parasitism. By the way, it found a good host this time, and its strength has been restored to its original state."
"What?!" The captain's surprise turned into a cold wind from the far north, and he couldn't help but shout, "We've only been chasing him for a month!"
"His current host is known for its vitality..." Mistril said slowly, "In Toril, this host is quite famous. I think it's called the Tarrasque.
"The place where he slept will be called the Sharptooth Forest from now on... although it is now a white land."
"Ah?!" This time, it was Miss Druid who screamed.
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The Tarrasque in the Forest of Sharp Teeth.
This news was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for Miss Fenwei, who was already furious.
However, just as Fenwei screamed, he realized that this was not the right time to scream.
- Although Fenwe is not actually a permanent member of Team Emiya, she is one of the people who witnessed Silver's rebirth in the afterlife.
At this moment, the appearance of Misriel was like the second shoe that dropped on her: her heart finally died.
She had already relied heavily on Yin's help to become the Archdruid. Now that she had confirmed Yin's identity, she was even more afraid to act presumptuously in front of her. "...Excuse me, Lady Mystril, why is that behemoth in the Sharptooth Forest?"
The tarrasque monster.
It is one of the most mysterious and vital creatures on Toril.
The nine-headed Hydra in this world does not have the vitality of Earth's legend that can grow two heads after one is chopped off - in Toril, the only creature with this level of regenerative ability is the legendary Tarrasque.
From a certain perspective, the Tarrasque is the final and complete form of the troll.
They have an upright body covered with scales, two horns on their heads, a whip-like tail behind them, and a reflective shell on their backs.
He possesses an indestructible skin, endless vitality, unstoppable attack power, and a body so huge that he can hold up the sky with one hand.
However, it is the druid's most hated enemy.
It does not have sufficient intelligence and its only purpose of existence is to eat.
Whether it's an animal or a plant—as long as it enters its field of vision, it considers it food. Every time it eats, it can leave no grass or plants growing within a radius of several kilometers.
Of course, it's not invincible. According to clear records, one of the ingredients for Karsus's incarnation spell is its blood. It is indeed one of the targets of Emiya and the others' journey.
However, the reason why it was defeated was because it was truly stupid, big, black and rough, and could only fight in hand-to-hand combat in this world full of magical powers.
"What exactly is Iggy Rock?"
"What is a tarrasque?"
The Wild Hunt from another world asked the Archdruid a question, and Fenwe asked a similar question in return.
Could a creature like the Tarrasque...be parasitized?
What kind of changes will be brought about by being parasitized by Igilok?
Before they could continue their conversation, Elaster suddenly stood up and said, "...Something flew over here! It looks like...a broken log?"
At the same time, Mystril stood up, cheered, and disappeared from the spot.
The next second, the early morning sky dimmed slightly.
An object gleaming with blue light leaped across the sky above Candlekeep like lightning, and countless broken logs fell from the sky above Candlekeep as it leaped.
Just the sonic boom it created when it passed over Candlekeep caused the Great Shield's maze lock to automatically activate, creating ripples on it.
Behind it was a trail of blazing fire.
"...Huh?" The people who rushed out of the banquet hall found it difficult to understand what was happening before their eyes.
A monster that stretched from the sky to the earth just flew over their heads with the agility of thunder.
They tried to follow its trajectory, but found it plummeting into the ocean, sending up a massive cloud nearly a hundred meters high. A moment later, a burst of ice erupted from beneath the ocean, freezing the water before it even fell, creating a startling frost scene in the backyard of Candlekeep.
This scene was so sudden and swift that it happened in just a moment.
"...That's Ijilok?" asked Fenwei.
"How could the Igilok we were chasing earlier have such a terrifying body and strength?!" The Wild Hunt captain was furious. "If that were the case, even if we all attacked it, we wouldn't be a match for it!"
Before he could finish, another ice explosion erupted in the north of Candlekeep the next second.
A deafening collision sound and a ghostly howl rang out from the place where the ice was gushing out.
The raging flames above the Candle Castle and the wall of fire in the distance seemed to have found their target at the same time. They paused slightly in the air, and then roared towards the direction of the ice explosion.
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