"I said, we'll see you again, did you say, Mr. Brian?" Weizlan stood up from the chair and welcomed with a smile.
Brian could feel a hint of pride from the other party's crimson gaze, as if saying, aren't you very cautious? I'm still so tightly.
He didn't bother to pay attention to it, and met Master Dowl's smug gaze and headed straight to the topic, "Since I know the purpose of my coming here, I hope we can openly discuss how to expel the demons of the abyss."
"Of course, that's what I really want to invite you here." Weizlan greeted with a smile, "Please come with me, I will tell you everything about the darkness."
Brian shrugged slightly and agreed.
So, in the Wizlan's mage tower, Brian followed the invitation of his master and walked through layers of magical corridors full of fantasy colors, and finally entered his private study.
This space is filled with the breath of ancient books and the brilliance of magic runes, as deep and charming as the ocean of knowledge.
In the study, invisible servants quietly shuttled through it, as if driven by the magic that was cleverly woven into the air, holding exquisite silver trays in their hands, with various delicacies on them.
Among them, dried mushrooms are carefully selected and treated with secret methods, and their aroma is mellow and attractive; the smoky Ross beast meat is hunted from the depths of the dark area, with a delicious taste and a unique smoky aroma; while a few cups of spirits contained in crystal clear goblets are prepared by Vizlan himself, blended with precious herbs and a thousand-year-old wine, with a magnificent color as amber.
Weizlan took the lead in picking up a glass of light, and drank it all without hesitation, as if showing his sincerity and respect for his guests.
Although he scoffed at any rumors that he would poison his distinguished guests, he knew that in such a world of intertwined and suspicious power, it would be wise to eliminate unnecessary misunderstandings, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble to this carefully planned meeting.
Seeing this, Brian sipped the glass of Chinese wine without any hesitation, which was a sign of expressing his trust in Vizlan.
Wizlan continued to pour the wine, and then began to tell Brian about his past:
"The only one among our Drow elves who can compare with my magic skills is only Heidov Pmodel who can stand on par with me. This cunning and ambitious opponent, at the first moment when our eyes meet, seemed to have quietly started the wheel of fate, revealing the indisputable facts of each other as their enemies.
However, what I am persistent in pursuing is the ultimate mastery and pure tempering of magical skills, while Haydou is a political giant who is good at calculating and shaking the world.
Although we are also bathed in the shadow of Rose, Hidhoof's piety is obviously not deeper than me, and he is more keen to use all means to achieve his goals.
In a carefully planned event, he skillfully put me in the abyss of shame and ultimately led to my ruthless exile.
Without my magical support, my family was like an eagle that had lost its wings, and quickly lost to an opponent who had been enemies for generations.
So, with the strong protection of his family, Haizhuofu naturally ascended the throne of the chief wizard of ancient Orence City.
Although there are only two resonances between Haizhuofu and I: one is the almost obsessed love for magic and technology, and the other is the deep hatred for us as mages but are bound by the strict rules of our mistresses and the priestesses of the Dowl.
However, his desire was like a bottomless black hole. Even though he had the position of the great master in ancient Orence City, he could not fill his greed and desire for power.
In this tower of exile far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, I always stared at Haizhuofu's every move with a vigilant look.
Although his suspicion and caution made surveillance work extremely difficult, I still revealed one of his secret actions with my perseverance - he held an extremely rare and mysterious ritual, guiding and extracting the energy hidden deep in the earth's veins through some ancient and taboo method to attract and control the immeasurable arcane power.
When Haizhuofu performed this ritual, the barriers connecting various planes began to tremble violently and became precarious.
As a result, the demon lords broke free from their abyss cages, crossed the cracks and turned into physical existence in the dark area.
All these horrifying changes are a true portrayal of the recent horror incidents in the Memorial Valley.”
Time passed quietly, and Vizlan looked full of sincerity, answering Brian's various doubts in his words.
This made Brian gradually understand all the situations in the dark area.
In the dark area, Rose, the insidious and cunning goddess behind the Spider, quietly controls a subversive conspiracy with her invisible tentacles.
She was the manipulator behind the ritual of summoning the demon lord to the surface, like a weaver in the dark, carefully planning every evil chapter.
In this complex conspiracy network, the Drow elves are like soldiers on a chessboard, ruthlessly mercilessly by Rose, becoming her tools to fight against the demon lord of the abyss, while she is waiting for an opportunity to steal the power of the abyss in chaos and war and consolidate her own hegemony.
The demon lords of the abyss, accompanied by countless subordinate servants and legions who were loyal to them, poured out like a torrent under the guidance of the terrifying ceremony of Haidow and poured out into every corner of the dark area.
What the demons brought was not only fear and destruction, but also caused the structure of the dark area to be mutated and distorted, as if even the earth was eroded by its evil power.
The veins in the underground world are extremely radiating, like a wire that transmits energy for the crazy will of the demon lords, making their influence unprecedentedly powerful at this moment, and almost penetrates into every rock and every breath in the dark area.
After that shocking ceremony, Haizhuofu's figure disappeared without a trace, just as if he had never appeared before.
As his old enemy, the great wizlan, who used all the resources and means he controlled, was unable to capture even the slightest trace of Haizhuofu's movement, which undoubtedly made the whole situation even more confusing.
Demogorgen, the violent and powerful demon prince, has stepped onto the cracked claw valley of ancient Orence.
Before fleeing to the dark wilderness, he unscrupulously destroyed and rushed the city of Ancient Orens, trying to completely tear the order and tranquility of the city.
Although the true intention of Heydov's ceremony is still shrouded in a fog today, Vizlan firmly believes that his old enemy's move is to summon and connect with a particular demon lord in his mind.
At the same time, he also believed that Haizhuofu could not be so conceited that he tried to control all the demon lords in the abyss at once, because such ambition was extremely dangerous and unattainable for even the most powerful mage.
After listening to Wizlan's story, Brian, as a time traveler, suddenly realized that the former chief wizard seemed to have made a judgment that he had made a serious and fatal mistake.
Chapter completed!