war of the spider queen 2 insurrection-第42章
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Considering quickly; the wizard dug out a bit of fleece from one of his pockets。 With it he manufactured another spell。 This one he cast at Ryld; creating a little enhancement to the warrior's hiding place。 When he was done; a new; illusory statue stood where Ryld was; further concealing him。
Pharaun turned his attention back to the center of the room; where several wizards were standing; some of them casting。 Another was carefully turning; peering in every direction; and Pharaun could see that magic emanated from the drow。
They're looking for us; the Master of Sorcere realized。
Fumbling around in his pockets; Pharaun found what he was looking for: a tiny hammer and bell; both made of silver。 Striking the hammer against the bell; the wizard produced another magical effect。 This time; the results were flashy。
A horrid vibration beat through the floor beneath the wizards' feet; causing them to clap their hands over their ears and stumble about。 Even the one who'd been scanning the room seemed startled; though he planted his feet and continued searching。 As the vibration reached a crescendo; the stone of the floor itself could no longer stand the strain and began to fracture。 A thousand spiderwebbing cracks shot through the floor; making footing unstable and knocking many of the wizards down。 The floor continued to fracture until it was nothing but pulverized powder; half a foot deep。 The downed wizards kicked up dust as they flailed about; trying to regain their footing。 Several of them didn't move at all。
Excellent; Pharaun thought; but his elation was short…lived。 Ryld had been discovered and was engaged in a fierce battle with several House Melarn soldiers and at least two priestesses。 Though blood streamed from a gash across one arm; the warrior was otherwise holding his own; but Pharaun knew that it wouldn't last long if anyone was able to bring magic into play。 Already; the mage could see a priestess unfurling a scroll。 Before he could act; though; Valas stepped up behind her; seemingly from nowhere…How does he do that? Pharaun marveled…and plunged one of his two curved daggers into the small of her back。 As the cleric dropped woodenly to the floor; the scout was turning away; and Pharaun lost sight of him again when the wizard turned his attention for a moment to the other side of the room。
There; several of the matron mothers had e together; protected by a significant portion of their entourage; and were huddled around something Pharaun couldn't see。 He considered whether to strike at them while they were in such close proximity but dismissed the idea。
Don't want to draw any more attention to myself than necessary; he decided。
Pharaun felt the tingle of magic being cast at him; and he saw another wizard with his finger pointed in his direction。 Somehow; they'd discovered his position。 Pharaun realized he was glowing with a pale violet flame; despite his invisible state。 Already; several other wizards were looking in his direction; and a handful of soldiers were arming crossbows。
Damnation! the mage thought。
He quickly pulled his piwafwi around himself and turned away as the first volley of bolts crashed into the ceiling around him。 He felt a pair of the missiles strike his back; but the piwafwi did its job。 There was no way he could eliminate the faerie fire around himself without also dismissing the invisibility; he knew; but if he simply let himself be a target; he would wind up a pincushion。 Shaking his head in consternation; Pharaun quickly dropped from his position; pulling up just short of hitting the floor。
The contingent of wizards and soldiers had followed Pharaun's descent and were moving to close with him。 Two soldiers brandishing long swords came at him from opposite sides; and though he was able to duck the first attack cleanly; the other one caught him flush across the arm; penetrating his piwafwi。 Blood spurted from the gash as the mage cried out in pain。 A heartbeat later; he and his two adversaries were engulfed in a torrent; as though they had danced their dance into the center of a waterfall…only it wasn't water。 It burned like fire; and both of the sword wielders shrieked and thrashed as their skin blistered and reddened。 Pharaun felt his own skin bubbling and boiling as he flung his piwafwi up to shield his face and threw himself clear; moving at an unnaturally rapid pace; thanks to the magic of his boots。
Rolling free of the downpour of acid; Pharaun summoned his rapier as he leaped to his feet; continuing his forward progress right at two more soldiers。 He used the hovering; dancing rapier to hold the pair of drow at bay just enough so he could pass between them before they even knew he was ing。 Once he was through; he headed in the direction of Ryld; while more crossbow bolts and a couple of streaking missiles of light and fire fizzled out as they reached his form。
Valas had hidden himself away again; but Ryld was hard at work; surrounded by no less than six opponents。 With each swing of Splitter; the burly warrior parried several weapons at once。 His chest was heaving; and he was covered in blood from a dozen small wounds。 He didn't appear capable of going on the offensive with so many foes surrounding him。
As Pharaun closed with his panion; he had the magical rapier slash at the back of one of Ryld's adversaries。 The blade jabbed into the drow soldier from behind; causing the poor fellow to arch his back in agony and crumple to the ground。 Grimly; Pharaun ordered the rapier to return and protect him as he began to conjure another spell。
Backing himself into a defensive position near the same statues that Ryld had used to hide himself earlier; the Master of Sorcere extracted a second pinch of the powdered diamond。 This time; though; the spell he wove created an invisible barrier between himself and the dozen or so soldiers and wizards who had been pursuing him。 The location where Ryld had chosen to hide was more or less in a corner of the great audience chamber; and Pharaun took advantage of that by stretching his invisible wall at an angle; sealing himself and the Master of Melee…Magthere off from most of the rest of the chamber; with only the five drow who were still surrounding Ryld to contend with。
The Master of Sorcere turned his attention to aiding Ryld as the other soldiers painfully discovered his magical wall。 He ignored the thumps they made as the first two or three slammed into the barrier; but he couldn't help but smile。 Ryld had fatally wounded a second foe; a priestess who was writhing on the floor in a growing pool of blood。 Pharaun drew out his own crossbow and loaded the weapon even as he brought his dancing rapier to bear on a drow male who was trying to get in behind Ryld。
The rapier slashed; grazing the guard's shoulder; and as the soldier turned to protect himself from this new threat; Pharaun fired his crossbow; striking true。 The soldier grunted in surprise and pain as the bolt took him in the shoulder of his weapon arm。 He dropped his long sword and staggered backward; eyeing the rapier as it flitted about in front of him。 Pharaun reloaded the crossbow and was taking aim when Valas stepped from a shadow and finished the guard from behind。 Eyes wide; the drow gasped and tried to say something; seemed confused that his words wouldn't form; then died; sliding to the floor as the scout freed his kukri from its victim。
〃I assume that's you; wizard? What's the point of being invisible if you're going to glow all purple like that?〃
〃I'm glad to see you wound up on the right side of things;〃 Pharaun said; then staggered as another rumble shook the building。 〃By the Dark Mother; what is going on out there?〃 he said; steadying himself from the aftershocks。
〃Whatever it is; I don't know if it's better to be out there or in here;〃 Valas replied; wiping his curved dagger clean on the dead draw's piwafwi。 〃We've got to get out of here。〃
Pharaun nodded; forgetting that the scout couldn't see him; then he said; 〃I agree〃 before turning to see how Ryld had fared。
The warrior was facing only a single opponent; stepping warily arou