Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 293 Weird Scene
Nemesis strolled up to Basu and lifted his frozen chin with his white fingers.

There was still a fluctuation of life in the red-robed wizard's eyes, but the breath of life was constantly dissipating as the coldness intensified.

"Do you want to survive?" The Scroll Dragon's whisper like smoke sounded in the mage's ear.

The desire to survive made Basu try desperately to nod, but he had already lost control of his body.

Nemesis sighed softly and said, "Tell me everything you know about the flame and the relics of Nether."

The ice quickly dissipated under the influence of magic power, and Basu regained control of his head. He whispered with chattering teeth, "It's cursed fire."

"The fire on that boy is an extremely rare power. It is a power called Cursed Fire that I saw in the ancient books of Nether."

"It is said that in every era, only one lucky person with cursed fire will appear at the same time. They can control this wildest power from the original magic network and turn all the absorbed magic power into their own power."

Basu looked at the boy with reluctance and greed in his eyes: "Legend has it that that is the power closest to the essence of Mystra - the power of silver fire."

Nemesis' pupils shrank, and a storm surged in his heart.

What is Silver Fire? For most people, they don't know this word.

Only the highest-level wizards and top-level monsters like the Volume Dragon that possess a vast memory inheritance would know the meaning of these two words.

That is the power bestowed by the goddess of the magic network, Mystra, on her chosen ones, and it is a part of the authority that represents Mystra's essence.

This so-called cursed fire can actually be compared with the silver fire?

This showed that Nemesis's original guess was not wrong. The essence of the cursed fire was much more advanced than he imagined, and could even be compared with his twisted eyes. Because both belonged to the power of authority.

Nemesis picked up a fragment of a Netherese relic engraved with ancient runes, and said in a low voice like thunder: "Relics of Netheril... When did the Red Robes of Cyre become interested in the garbage of the ancient empire? Where did all this, including the book you mentioned, come from?"

Basu let out a hoarse laugh and scratched the ground nervously with his fingers. "Rubbish? Ha! You nerdy dragons don't understand... I spent half a year digging in the Black Sea of ​​the Anauroch Desert! The ruins were buried under a black sandstorm, and the walls were covered with runes that absorb light... cough cough!"

Nemesis narrowed his eyes, and the ice on his fingertips began to invade Basu's body again: "Stop bragging and get to the point. You got these things, and then what? What else did you do?"

Basu's face was frozen purple, and he struggled to squeeze out words: "Altar... The shadow stone altar in the deepest part of the ruins! In the center is a shriveled... thing that looks like a human eye, and the surrounding area is engraved with reverse flow runes... I, I just used arcane magic to reverse the flow of energy..."

Nemesis released his fingers from contact: "And?"

Basu's pupils dilated, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes, as if he had returned to the scene again: "The altar cracked! A black crack... No, the void itself was torn open! Something poured out from it, like fog and like a living thing, and went straight into the sky... That is the power of the Fallen Shadow Underworld..."

Nemesis picked up a relic and looked at the runes on it carefully: "Did you bring these back from the altar?"

Basu nodded somewhat embarrassedly: "Well, I will use them to decorate my living melting furnace, it will look more like ancient technology."

Nemesis was speechless. Are these just for show? He walked to a living furnace and gently scraped off the broken surface, and found that these stones engraved with runes were just shells that were glued on.

He picked up several Nether relics and examined them carefully. Although he did not know much about the technology of the ancient magic empire, as a master of spells, he could see that many of the runes on them were related to spells.

The effect seems
"Stupid," he glanced at the red-robed wizard: "What you released was not a creature from the Shadow Realm at all... The structure of these runes is actively guiding some kind of high-level energy, like an anchor point--" "Anchor point?" Basu looked a little stunned, then seemed to have thought of something, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Nemesis asked coldly: "What did you think of?"

Basu was silent for a while. Seeing that the other party seemed to be about to extend his fingers to torture him again, he quickly said, "Ever since I opened the altar, my men have often reported that sand dunes in various places in the desert will move by themselves into strange patterns..."

He whispered: "The shadows of the night can swallow up the entire caravan, even the light of the torches..."

"Also, Sha Ming, that strange bug, has been appearing more and more frequently recently."

"I always feel like these things are connected, but I can't find the evidence."

"Sand chirping?" Nemesis asked in surprise, "Do you know what the real body of that thing is?"

Basu was stunned for a moment and then said, "Yes, we tried to capture the real body of this thing, but failed. It is a giant insect with a body length of nearly a thousand meters, and usually only appears in areas with active magical energy."

"But." He glanced at Wurm hesitantly, "I have seen some information about this insect in the ancient books of Nether."

"It is said that it was created by the ancient Nether Archmage, who specializes in searching for monsters that possess cursed fire. I'm afraid your little pet is in trouble."

"In other words, it has lived for thousands of years?" Nemesis was a little surprised. A monster that has lived for such a long time, even a pig could become a legend.

"That relic has collapsed since I opened the altar and left. If you want to go there, I'm afraid it's not necessary." Basu looked at Nemesis and said cautiously.

Nemesis snorted coldly. If it was all this junk, there would be no need for him to go.

He unleashed the magic on Basu and gave him two choices: surrender or immediate death.

The red-robed wizard, who was good at surviving, chose the former without hesitation and swore a vow to serve the dragon forever.

"Did you see that? Wuermu." The scroll dragon walked to the boy's side and said with a smile, "You tried to escape from this power, but what did you get in return?"

The boy lowered his head and pursed his lips in silence. He heard everything the red-robed wizard said just now.

It turns out that this power is not a curse, but a power coveted by those high-ranking figures.

but
If this is not a curse, then his adoptive parents, the shaman, and his brother who died tragically while trying to treat him are also...
what is this?
"Ignorance is the source of misfortune. Your parents and your brother are just like you once were. They hope that you will abandon your nature and escape from this power, but what is the result?"

Nemesis whispered, "Embrace it, control it, and you will eliminate the possibility of misfortune from now on."

Wuermu's body trembled and his eyes turned red. Was it really all their own fault?
Maybe power itself is neither good nor bad. If he could control the fire better, maybe nothing would have happened.

He raised his head firmly and said, "Please teach me, sir."

(End of this chapter)