I know that mages are a group of guys who are good at calculation. Sitting cross-legged in the truck, Alamir not only cursed Master Appa.
I thought the pass he was talking about was something special, but it turned out that the caravan entering and leaving Gao Yue had one. And according to Alamir's actual measurements, the magic ring of transfiguration he gave would reveal its original form as long as it was slightly attacked.
Even if it is a simple detection of evil, as long as it is attacked by a spell above zero level, it will be revealed.
It's just a lookalike...
And you can't choose the race you want to transform into, you can only transform into a human.
This ruined Alamir's plan to transform into the wizard Apa to borrow money from loan sharks and rob casinos.
So Alamir called himself Tiande Hu, endured the slow speed of the truck, and set off with the team.
This group of people seemed to have helped mage Appa smuggle more than once, and they all knew each other. Apart from being a little interested in the joining of the elf who called himself Greenleaf, they didn't have much conversation afterwards.
Anyway, nine out of ten elves outside have the pseudonym Green Leaf, and they all deal with more than one elf calling himself Green Leaf.
Fortunately, Alamir also found himself free.
Although it is a bit different from the imagined adventure life of making jokes along the way, killing bullies, beating monsters to get gold coins and equipment, Alamir prefers this kind of normalcy.
Along the way, Alamir spent the day lying in the car fishing. At night, except for the night watch assigned by the team, he did not let his three teammates have any special worries.
There is not much else except that his pursuit of food makes his teammates occasionally think that this elf looks like a halfling.
Half a month after setting off, the vegetation on the roadside was getting less and less. Tonight, they finally set foot on the land of Cormyr.
The wind blowing from the front is getting drier, and everyone in the team is becoming more and more serious.
There is no checkpoint in the chaotic country of Cormyr, but the connection between the valley and Cormyr is strictly guarded by the elves. At this time, Apa's token did not work, and they had to pay 5 silver coins each. , following a caravan called Bearded Luther, passed through a narrow mountain road called the Gravel Trail and entered Cormyr.
The dangers of the Cormyr Desert forced many small caravans to travel together. In this way, large caravans with more guards traveling together became a paid business.
The horses they bought from the valley were sold on the spot to other caravans who wanted to enter the valley and replaced with camels. In this almost semi-public smuggling place, there are scattered stalls everywhere, and there is even open slave trading.
Under the introduction of the thief, Alamir bought a Cormyr-style hooded robe. Although he didn't know the actual price, judging from the nature of the semi-black market at Carlin intersection, it must be much more expensive than outside.
Alamir even saw many creatures of other races being sold as slaves.
Although it was still less interesting than the Underdark, it was the first time that Alamir was alert to the dangers of the entire world.
It has to be said that this caravan named Bearded Bud is quite professional. After collecting the money, in addition to ordering them not to get too close to them, they also sent food and water.
So Alamir and his party walked slowly into Cormyr through the night.
The gravel path lives up to its name. It is a long and narrow path filled with gravel. The huge truck of Bader's caravan in front has almost occupied half of the road. Even though he is riding a camel, Alamir still feels a little bumpy.
"Lord Tiande, is this your first time coming to Cormyr?" A wanderer named Crow controlled the camel and walked with Alamir, watching Alamir stare at the surrounding scenery curiously.
"Well, what's going on with Cormyr?"
"How is it? My Lord, this is hard for me. In Cormyr, anything can happen. Bandits, cultists, paladins, greedy businessmen, terrible lichs, cruel mages. In the legend, there are even Creatures from the Lower Planes are among them. Cormyr is both poor and rich, and you
You can get rich overnight in Cormier, or you can lose your life because of one mistake. "
As if remembering something, Crow took out the wine bag and took a sip of wine. "Especially for some races, please be careful when walking in Cormyr. If you are exposed, we are also in danger."
After leaving behind a word that sounded like a warning and a reminder, the wanderer stopped talking.
Alamir let go of his spiritual vision, and after noticing several prying eyes and thoughts around him, he immediately became vigilant.
The gravel path was not long, and it took half the night for Alamir to finally see what the Cormyr Desert looked like.
The Cormyr Desert is slightly pink in the morning light. It is said that this is because the lichs in the Cormyr Desert have destroyed the environment, and the remaining magical energy now forms reflections under the rising sun, causing this kind of color. A pink wonder. ,
As the sun rose, the scattered magic particles in the air flowed, forming brilliantly changing light groups. Countless magic particles collided and exploded in the air, like a mess of colorful paint.
There is a kind of splendor that makes people feel uncomfortable.
"This is a view that can only be seen in Cormyr." At this time, the coldness of the night has not faded away, and the speaker is the priest who calls himself the fire-haired priest. She is the priest of the goddess of love, Suna, and has hinted to Alamire more than once on the road. You can "pray" with her, and Alamir has seen her sneak into the tents of thieves and paladins more than once.
It seems that the paladin of Virgen is also a paladin who has sworn revenge and will do whatever it takes to realize the so-called will of God.
Therefore, the virtues such as honesty and self-discipline required by the paladin may not be useful to him.
Alamir has long discovered that this paladin who uses his real name may be the kind of fanatical believer who will not hesitate to pick up the butcher's knife and do whatever it takes for the sake of God.
Otherwise, the involvement of a paladin in smuggling would be beyond Alamir's knowledge.
"We need to rest..." The priest played with her fiery red hair under her hood, "Go to my tent later and we will have a meeting..." A meeting? Is it what I imagined?
Seeing that the caravan in front had stopped, turned and walked in the other direction. And they also walked to the other side like old horses knowing the way, and Alamir nodded.
Soon, Luther's caravan and another caravan were stationed under a sand dune, and Alamir and others were also camping outside.
At this time, the sun has risen, and the magical aurora-like scene just now has disappeared, and the temperature has begun to soar. Although the sunlight is not very strong, it is very poisonous, and Alamir can even feel the restlessness of the magic particles around him.
Is this the omnipresent magical radiation in the Cormyr Desert? Alamir was already feeling a little unwell.
Then he entered the fire-haired tent.
When he came in, thieves, paladins, and mages were all inside, and the people in the team were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Your Excellency Tiande, we plan to rest for 2-3 hours and set off at noon. The crow brought news that the Hammer of Wrath is also behind us this time, so please be on guard." Just entering the tent, Virgen spoke.
"Leaving at noon?" Alamir was a little confused. Shouldn't noon be the time when the sun is the hottest? Why did you choose this time to leave?
"We will pass through the Painful Sand Dunes, which was originally the territory of a lich. It is filled with negative energy and various undead creatures. We can only enter at noon to avoid the invasion of undead creatures, and we must climb over it before sunset. "By the way." The one who spoke was the mage Ruel, "You must have felt it too. The chaotic magical energy here. The people from the Hammer of Wrath have also appeared this time. We should be more careful."
"Hammer of Wrath?" Another term that Alamir had never heard of appeared.
"They are a group of hyenas, even more disgusting than the greedy goblins." The rogue named Crow spat, "They are a caravan of servants of an evil god. It is said that their high priest is the Cormyr Desert. A lich, they cannot enter the valley, but they will trade with caravans at the border, but they prefer to 'buy goods' in the desert, and many small caravans are their targets. "
"So, Luther's caravan cannot protect our safety." Alamir frowned.
"Of course they don't dare to provoke powerful caravans and mercenaries. Similarly, these caravans will not conflict with the Hammer of Wrath. The price of hiring Luther's caravan to protect us is enough to make our trip in vain. Run, my lord." Crow played with the dagger in his hand and took a sip of light wine angrily.
"Sir, this is Cormyr. Anyone here may turn into a liar, a plunderer and a black-hearted businessman. Betrayal is as easy as drinking water here. I don't even doubt that if Luther's caravan knows about the special goods in our hands, , it is not impossible to rob us first." The paladin stared at Alamir with a serious and sincere expression.
"So, please be careful, although I can see that you are very strong."
"Okay, I understand, let's set off in three hours." Alamir nodded, having an understanding of the cruelty of the Cormyr Desert.
It's not like I haven't experienced betrayal and deceit before, I've been through it all in the Underdark.
I don’t know why, but this long-lost dangerous stimulation made Alamir’s body surge with energy, making him feel eager to try.
I haven't tried the sword for a long time, but now I am making dragon chants in the box.
