In Chen Ang's hands, the Supreme Ring was like the most unadorned ring, unremarkable at all. But Halast could still feel the terrifying power that wanted to throw his soul into it. Perhaps it was an illusion, perhaps it wasn't. He knew that his soul had long since become a slave to the ring, and the Supreme Ring only submitted to one person.
The Lord of Darkness, Vidar Morgoth.
In front of him, Halast couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resisting. Even if Halast had forged the other nineteen rings himself, it would be the same. The spiritual power of the Nine Bronze Rings, the magic power of the Seven Iron Rings, and even the arcane lock of the Three Gem Rings had all submitted to the darkness of the Supreme Ring.
Chen Ang gently touched the magic power of the Ring of Fire Nya. The power of the ancient elves' high arcane magic took root in the Weave and shook the majesty of Mystra. Through a series of entanglement, joining, bending, coiling, overlapping, twisting, and stretching of the Weave, this structure that was woven according to a mysterious law formed a complex and grand magic structure.
The Fire Elemental Plane quietly approached the main world through aether.
A huge, boundless energy flowed from the Fire Elemental Plane to the main world. It was bound and controlled by Nya's power, forming a pillar of clouds in the sea outside Deepwater City.
The blazing Ring of Fire!
The power of the Supreme Ring controlled this powerful ring, and only this power that could trace back to the origin of the ring could suppress the violent elemental sea. The boiling seawater rolled, turning a dozen miles of the sea into a dead zone. Steam and heat evaporated into the sky, forming a dense layer of clouds. Powerful fire elemental energy was quietly accumulating in the clouds.
Halast could even feel a few very powerful fire elemental elders wandering around this abnormal area. They were enjoying and guarding the volcano in the sky.
Then there was the Ring of Water Nya. The power of the lock controlled a part of the Water Elemental Ring and projected it on the sea. The powerful aura of the water element quickly attracted a part of the power of the sea, setting off huge waves on the sea. Sea monsters and water elementals walked out from the depths of the sea, stirring up waves on the surface.
The confrontation between fire and water had already begun in the clouds above and the ocean below. The chaotic elemental currents triggered the fierce confrontation between water and fire, forming a strong wind disturbance in the air, turning the sea near Deep Water City into a terrifying place like Hell.
Air Elemental Ring, Viya, the last ring of gemstones, activated the power of the Wind Elemental Plane in the air. It also caused the conflict between the Water Elemental Plane and the Fire Elemental Plane. An unprecedented storm that covered a radius of several hundred kilometers was formed between the three rings, and the conditions for its existence were met. Near Deep Water City, a huge hurricane was forming.
"Even the gods would be shaken by the crazy power of nature!"
The natural disaster had engulfed Waterdeep City, turning it into an isolated island. This huge port frequently interacted with the outside world. It was almost severed. Perhaps only the underground could maintain a sense of peace?
Rustle … Rustle …
The road to Skull Port was rough and dark. The spiders and monsters lurking in the corner of the stone path were awakened by the slight sound of friction. They cautiously placed their forelimbs on the ground, sensing the slightest vibration in the stone labyrinth. But they were so scared that they crawled into the cracks in the ground, because it was the sound of friction between steel and fur, leather and the ground. It came from thousands of different individuals.
Collision, friction, knocking. The tough steel let out the most pleasant sound, converging into a torrent. It converged into a sea, converging into waves, drowning the stone labyrinth with unstoppable might. This was the sound of an army, a poem of war.
The fleshy moss spread its tentacles towards the air. These sticky and stinky flesh carpet crawled out from the cracks in the stone. On their gelatinous moss carpet were the remains of spiders and monsters.
Skull Port was another Deep Water City, the City of Darkness. It was hidden under Waterdeep City and connected to the underground labyrinth. It was the favorite of smugglers and people on the edge of society. The sewers connected it to the entire city, forming the other side of the rotten, smelly, gloomy and depraved city.
The people who lived here were all rogues and villains. They relied on smuggling, coercion, violence, and bloodshed to maintain their survival. In other words, they were the competitors of Chen Ang's Bloody Hand Gang, and they were a vibrant social organization.
Lek held his spellbook, stumbling between the gravel and the cracks. He looked up and saw the backs of the orc warriors, which were as hard as iron, and the heavy armor almost as big as him. There were many warriors like this around him. To make a simple comparison, it was only one-tenth of the legal population of Deep Water City.
This was less than one-fifth of the entire army that he saw.
For a moment, this rather young lad could not figure out some of the things it contained. This number was still a mathematical concept for him. If he knew, he would not have made such a naive suggestion to Chen Ang to assassinate the person in charge of the rival. Only when this concept was associated with massacres, destruction, domination, and tyranny, would it have dominating power.
The torrent of steel, cold and stiff, had a cruel sense of beauty. Lek didn't know how he found the word "beauty" in the ugly faces of these orcs, but those huge hard pieces of iron were full of a unique charm. A kind of ferocious domineering charm derived from killing.
Looking at the torrent of steel pushing open the gate of Skull Port with a slow but destructive force, Lek could not help but press his right hand on his face, feeling the cold tingling of steel and the smell of rust. This smell tempted him to stick out the tip of his tongue and lick his brass knuckles. Then he felt a fact that he would never forget for the rest of his life:
The taste of iron was the same as blood!
This was Skull Port. Every inch of land here was stained with blood. Every piece of wealth here was not easy to get. This was a place of ambition, greed, and bloodshed. It was a place outside the law, a city of shadows under the glory. Aenathar, the Guild of Thieves, was the real controller of order here.
In the remote corner of the shadows, there was a very thin shed. It was hard to imagine that this was the meeting place of Aenathar, the Guild of Thieves.
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