Equipment Printing School Mage

Next, just take as much as you can.

Bolias suddenly changed the subject, no longer discussing the aid itself, and said, "Lady Lyra Silverhand, we once met Himbu. Months have passed in a flash. How has the Lord of Argorrond recovered? If the Witch King of Argorrond had returned to his full power, we could defeat the clowns who now roam the shores of Dragon Lake with a single letter!"

Apodel forced himself to keep a straight face to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

In Apodel's opinion, his student Mars and the people of the Tyr Church should get along quite well.

Although the three pillars of justice advance and retreat together, they actually have a slight division of labor: the Church of Ilmater helps those in the most difficult situations, allowing them to see the dawn, while the Church of Torm overcomes all obstacles and seizes the flag, giving the most severe deterrent to evil and darkness.

The Church of Tyre can be said to combine the strengths of both.

On the one hand, they also went to the mountains and the countryside, setting up circuit courts in the most desolate villages; on the other hand, the Church of Tyre understood the essence of the law best.

——This also means that they are not hostile to evil, but rather have a considerable understanding of evil.

The Tyrian Church is far more flexible than they appear.

Bolias was a prominent representative of the Church of Tyr—he wasn't even asking about the true state of Xinbu. Ultimately, if anyone wanted to take credit for this, it would be Eimia of Lunya. The Church of Tyr had at most established some connection with Agorlond, but it couldn't be said that the Witch King owed them a favor.

But, after all, they had shed blood to save Xinbu. Even if the Lords Alliance didn't go all out, at least they couldn't be so stingy as they are now!

Then, finally, Lyra Silverhand spoke.

However, there was no sense of embarrassment in her voice, instead it was filled with annoyance: "Xinbu is missing again."

"Huh?!" The entire Lords Alliance was in an uproar.

It is no exaggeration to say that Xinbu's strength is undisputedly the first among the seven sisters.

Her rescue was a big deal, but her disappearance after being rescued was an even bigger deal!

Apodale couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: "What happened? Was he taken away by the devil again?"

"No," Lyra Silverhand said indifferently, "We performed a prophecy, and we can only confirm that she is safe now...even safer than when she was with us. However, we cannot contact her."

The counterattack that had been prepared was completely disrupted by this shocking news.

Apodel and Bolias could only stare at each other outside the hall, watching the other members of the Lords' Alliance gradually leave.

"In that case, I'm afraid we'll have to use the backup plan." Bolias sighed. "I think we should officially contact Tethyr and Calimshan."

Tethyr was not a problem—the Tyrian paladins of Tethyr were once extremely prestigious in the North, holding high positions and even leadership positions in many cities. Before the Spellbane, one of the open lords of Waterdeep was a Tyrian paladin of Tethyr.

The problem is that the members of the Lords' Alliance are allied with Calimshan - this statement was simply magical a hundred years ago.

Goddess of Magic, one of the main enemies of the Lords Alliance is Karinshan!

However, now, the infamous slave state has finally collapsed amidst repeated rebellions. Although Ilmater's electorate is now unable to complete the integration of Calimshan, they still have considerable appeal within the kingdom.

As a result, Calimshan unknowingly became a very reliable ally - at least more reliable than turning to the all-knowing Waterdeep.

Times have changed, and even Apodale, who is over a hundred years old, felt quite emotional when he truly realized this.

"However, rather than saying it's an alliance, it's better to say that we can ask for reinforcements," Polias reminded.

"We can only ask Emiya and his Halua for help." Apodel replied.

At the same time, these things have nothing to do with the Lords Alliance.

Today may be a watershed moment.

In reality, Baldur's Gate and Elturgard were already quite far from the Lords' Alliance. Worst of all, between Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep lay Larloch.

They were more connected by sea than by land. Therefore, Eltoril was already one of the most marginalized members, and after today, it was likely to be even more so.

...Perhaps, a new alliance has the possibility of being born.

Apodale sighed.

The bad news is that the nation surrounded by this new alliance is none other than Amn. Hopefully, this alliance won't lead to new conflicts and wars.

Just as the two were about to part ways and the meeting was about to end, the druid from the Green Courtyard finally arrived. He was stunned by the empty hall.

Apodale kindly reminded, "Sorry, the Lords' Alliance meeting just ended... maybe it won't be held again in the near future."

"You... you're Apodel Adrian!" The druid blinked, instantly recognizing the renowned paladin. A look of ecstasy crossed his face. "Great! You're the one I'm looking for! To cut a long story short—Goddess Mielikki wants us to spread the word. One of her chosen ones is traveling south to investigate the recent unusual activities of the Malar Church. She hopes those along the way will be able to offer assistance."

"Mala Church." Apodel and Bolias' ears suddenly pricked up.

There are many churches on this continent that have countless enemies, but not many are as powerful and lively as the Mala Church.

As it happens, Baldur's Gate and Elturgard, for various reasons, both have good or even excellent relations with the nearby Druid Circle - so they can't just sit back and watch.

"Contact us?" Apodel asked. "Is the Malar Church operating near our territory?"

"It's very likely." The druid looked troubled. "It took us a long time to barely estimate their range of activity. It was a very complicated process...

"It all started with the goddess Mielikki's ranger investigating half-elf kidnappings in the north, suspecting drow involvement. We also became involved, as several half-elf druids were also implicated. It took considerable effort to determine that these kidnappings seemed to be the precursor to a larger-scale attack and sacrifice.

"So, what's their destination?"

"Askawa."

"I've never heard of it." Apodel looked embarrassed.

"That's how it was called in ancient times, and we can't pinpoint its exact location." The druid blushed slightly. "We can only guess that it's probably the southernmost corner of the Sword Coast, and it must have been a forest in ancient times. We tried contacting the Druid Circle there, but received no response. We suspect the Church of Malar has begun its activities and is intercepting our communications."

"How ancient is it exactly?" Apodel, who was born in Candlekeep, asked curiously. "If it's not too far back, there might still be records of it in Candlekeep."

"...Uh, after the Crown War." The druid's face turned even redder.

"That was almost ten thousand years ago!" Polias muttered.

"It's not our fault," the druid said stubbornly. "The Malar Church hates druids and elves, and pillaging and slaughtering them is their favorite meal. So, despite our constant counterattacks, we've never been able to grasp the vines behind it... This time, it's because the scale of their activities is so large, and even drow are involved, so we finally connected everything."

Ok.

Apodel and Polias looked at each other.

One thing is true - the secular powers in the southernmost corner of the Sword Coast are only Baldur's Gate and Elturgard. These two countries are simply impossible to push out.

"There's no problem on my side," Apodale replied.

Baldur's Gate was now ruled solely by the Apodael couple. The third Grand Duke elected was Gutenberg, the Grand Master of the Church of Gund, with whom they had forged a deep friendship during the previous months of war. The four-member council system, which held three seats for life, allowed the Apodael couple to freely mobilize the power of Baldur's Gate.

"It's more difficult on our side," Bolias said. "Elturgard is short on manpower right now, and we don't have the personnel to conduct a large-scale search. If we can confirm the enemy's whereabouts and require military support, Elturgard would be happy to provide it."

"That's enough!" the druid said. "The goddess simply hopes that the ranger won't be isolated and helpless in the southernmost part of the Sword Coast. This level of help is already quite sincere! The Emerald Garden will remember this favor!"

"Okay," Apodale said, "What's the ranger's name, appearance, and behavior?"

"Ah," said the druid, "easy to spot.

"He wields two swords, is a ranger, a drow, but kind-hearted, completely different from his kind. He set out from Icewind Dale a few days ago, heading south. His name is..."

"Okay, you don't have to say anything." Bolias almost choked, "Do you think there is another Melikidrel Ranger in Faerun?!"

Apodel sighed - the impact of the Arcane Blight on Faerun was still too great.

Young druids nowadays actually think that the people of the Sword Coast don't know Drizzt Do'Urden!

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"Praise be to our Lord Dark Sun. The Prince of Lies has spoken his oracle."

Under the dark sky, the activities of the Church of Cyric are resuming.

At this moment, countless hidden Xirik churches are conveying the same message.

"He has learned that there is a sacred artifact hidden in the Mala Church, which contains most of the power of a god, enough to elevate a demigod.

"Now, you must set out immediately to the Sword Coast to search for clues to this artifact and ensure that this treasure does not fall into the hands of the wildlings of Malar."

"Whoever finally obtains the ring will receive the Dark Sun's praise and enlightenment. Now, let's set out immediately."

The Net of Nine Dark Suns (I)

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The Net of Ten Dark Suns (Part 2)

got windy.

Winter has arrived in Faerun, and the biting cold wind constantly invades this dense forest.

However, this forest also has its own arrogance - even the most pervasive sunlight is divided up by this forest, so what is a mere cold wind?

It is dark here during the day and cold in the summer.

The wonderful moss and fireflies will make the night here a little brighter, but the warmth is locked in the forest by the dense and heavy jungle when winter comes.

The ranger had already taken off his hood and gripped the hilt of his knife.

The clouds were thick today, completely blocking out the light of Selûne. As a drow, his skin color was enough to make him almost invisible at night.

He tracked them all the way from Icewind Dale to here and finally caught up with this group of Malar followers.

The conclusion he reached was astonishing: this periodic hunting had been going on for a very long time. Every so often, the Malar Church would attempt to raid various elven villages and abduct people, and almost all elves of all subspecies had suffered at their hands.

However, the Malar Church's anti-detection capabilities are surprisingly strong, and this group of butchers attaches great importance to equality for all: as long as their race is correct, it doesn't matter whether their status is noble or humble.

Therefore, they always prey on civilians who are unable to resist or even pursue them, and no one cares about them - they often even disguise their actions as the work of drow.

This was no longer the era when the elves were favored by Arvandor. It was difficult to relate such attacks on scattered villages.

Half-elves often live in human settlements and are generally popular. The Malar Church significantly expanded the scale of its looting this time, which ultimately exposed its own existence.

The ranger flicked his cloak and sighed.

It was strange, for some reason strange black sand often fell in this forest. However, it didn't seem to have any effect on him, so he just let it go.

The ranger's ears moved slightly, then he covered his cloak around his waist, slowly drew out his weapons, and hid the sharp edges of the two long swords under his clothes.

He had to be cautious. The druids of the forest were known for their keen senses and smooth communication, but this group of attackers had successfully wiped out countless druid circles in the past - their disguise skills must be extremely strong.

At the same time, he heard something wrong.

It sounded like the sound of the drow's most common adamantine alloy rubbing against the grass.

The drow can see better in the dark than their surface cousins—they capture the excess heat.

They are therefore afraid of looking directly at bright light and high temperatures, but this is nothing compared to the advantages brought by thermal vision.

However, the ranger soon realized something was wrong.

He had seen his cousins.

The drow warriors lowered their bodies and ran across the grass as fast and almost silently as swimming fish.

However, it was obvious that the ranger had noticed them, and he did not disguise himself too much, just hiding behind a tree.

No matter what, this group of fellow tribesmen are too unvigilant.

Could it be that the destruction of the Arcane Blight has caused heavy losses to the Underdark, so that even the drow on the surface are becoming weaker with each generation?

The ranger obviously had no obligation to remind them - the ranger was best at wielding dual swords, and being able to close the distance easily was a blessing.

However, as the Ranger stared in astonishment, his fellow tribesmen passed by him without even turning their heads—

He slammed himself headfirst into a tree without mercy.

"...?!"

Even though the ranger thought he was a veteran of many battles, he was still shocked to see his insidious and cunning compatriots doing such bizarre things.

They were confused, but they didn't know what exactly happened - the ranger came to the conclusion.

However, even with the drow's natural resistance to magic, they were fooled... They probably messed with the wrong people.

This group of drow were obviously not completely mesmerized, and they stopped immediately after realizing that their companions' actions had inexplicably stopped.

Instead of rushing to rescue their companions, they immediately took a alert stance.

——However, this action mode, which should have been well-trained, only made the ranger feel terrified.

This group of compatriots were on guard in a completely unknown direction: their team consisted of dozens of people, but at this moment, seven or eight of them were staring at the woods with serious expressions.

They haven't even noticed the drow ranger who is only a few dozen meters away from them!

The Ranger didn't know who did this, but he obviously couldn't miss such a perfect opportunity.

The ranger carefully placed his cloak on the ground to prevent it from rustling in the cold wind. Here at the edge of the forest, there was no snow on the ground, and he didn't have to worry about his boots squeaking in the snow.

Then, he approached his compatriots who were still on guard so easily - they didn't even notice his approach.