From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 352 Tiefling's Strange Plane Drift
Strong liquor and difficult situations always make people willing to open up.

Although Ivy didn't know the name of the tiefling waiter in front of him, who was wearing the uniform of Treasure Academy, he could already share many of his inner thoughts with him.

"People always talk about Baldur's Gate, Neverwinter, and Waterdeep, but know nothing about the holy city of Eltoril!" The tiefling waiter burped in dissatisfaction.

"Holy City? Since it's called the Holy City, there must be something magical about your hometown, right?" Ivy asked curiously. He was somewhat familiar with the name of this city because the tiefling NPCs in the game would often say things like "Eltoril has fallen".

"Do you know the Land of Death?" The tiefling waiter did not directly answer Ivy's question, but asked another question.

But Ivy could sense a kind of boasting in his tone, which meant that the tiefling in front of him had already begun to answer Ivy's questions.

"Land of Death?" Ivy cooperated with a puzzled expression.

The tiefling answered with great satisfaction: "It is an area shrouded in shadows all day long. Countless terrible monsters and ghosts emerge from the darkness, posing a huge threat to the surrounding villages and cities! My hometown, Eltoril, is located on the bank of the Chongsa River, close to the Land of Death."

"So, all kinds of undead creatures often run out of the Land of the Dead, threatening the safety of Eltoril?" Ivy could already understand what the tiefling meant.

"That's right." Tiefling stuffed a piece of fried crispy eel into his mouth. The sound of bread crumbs colliding with the devil's fangs sounded along with his voice. "So Eltoril gathered the churches of the Three Gods of Justice. Many priests who were willing to sacrifice themselves for justice gathered together to save the city from the shadow of the Land of Death."

"I'm afraid Eltoril is called a holy city not only because of the church of the Three Gods of Justice?" Ivy asked tentatively. He was not familiar with the Three Gods of Justice, because these three guys did not make a big move in Baldur's Gate like the Three Gods of Death. However, he did know a god related to the sun named Lathander. His blood was made into a sacred artifact, a mace, which was stored in a ruined monastery, and later became a breeding room for the Githyanki. I wonder if Lathander is one of the Three Gods of Justice, or is he an ally of them?
"You're right!" Tiefling raised a finger and gestured in the air excitedly, "Because of another big event! In addition to various undead creatures, portals to hell often appear in the Land of the Dead. Countless demons are ready to attack Eltoril. They are good at conspiracy and love to corrupt the nobles and powerful people in society in the city!"

"Due to an accident, people discovered that Eltoril's Supreme Governor was actually a vampire! And that vampire has organized a huge army composed entirely of vampire offspring and other servant species, intending to capture Eltoril in one fell swoop." Tiefling's saliva was flying everywhere, as if he could really see the huge evil army outside the city.

Vampire derivative is another familiar term.

Ivy did not interrupt again, but waited quietly for the tiefling to reveal the mystery of the holy city.

"…At the critical moment, Tavis Craig, a priest, prayed loudly to the god he served, and his god actually responded to him! A new and powerful sun appeared above Eltoril, and the golden sunlight instantly burned the vampire and his derivatives to ashes. The army outside the city lost its commander, and Eltoril and the people of the city survived!" Tiefling shouted almost fanatically.

Although Ivy still had doubts, he raised his glass in a very appropriate manner: "Cheers to the golden sunshine!"

"Or we can say, to the Companion Sun!" Tiefling laughed and corrected Ivy's way of saying it. "We call the new sun 'Companion Sun' because it always accompanies the Holy City."

"Total? You mean, the magic effect lasted for a long time?" Ivy caught the meaning of Tiefling's words. "So, Eltoril became the 'holy city' in people's minds because of the existence of 'Companion Sun'?"

"That's not a magical effect." Tiefling shook his head very seriously. "That's a true miracle!"

The enthusiasm on his face didn't seem fake, but Ivy couldn't help but remind him: "You go to the most prestigious school in the multiverse, but you firmly believe that the magic sun is a miracle?"

Tiefling wanted to refute, but the various spell effects flying around in the tavern discouraged him: "The gods of Faerun are... different... Although there are always wizards who have blasphemous thoughts, as far as I know, there is only one person who succeeded, and he was killed by his own stupid actions the moment he became a god... In short, if we are still in Faerun, I would advise you not to make things difficult for the gods..."

Ivy saw the struggle of the tiefling in front of him, because in the Akaivivo space-time, many magical phenomena cannot be explained or replicated by gods, such as the Strixhaven magic vortex under the Maodian Pavilion. Therefore, he did not intend to continue the discussion about gods and the companion sun with the tiefling in front of him, but changed the question: "Tell me how you became a spellcaster? How did you get here? Toril is far away from here, right?"

"I'm a warlock, a wild magic warlock." Everyone in Strixhaven has his or her own magic. Talking to a spellcaster about the magic he is best at is probably the best topic to start with in this magic university.

"Wild magic?" Ivy felt it was a little absurd. Because the specialness of tieflings comes from the devil blood in their bodies, and devils are creatures who are born to pursue evil order, and are in natural opposition to completely chaotic and evil demons.

As one of the origins of warlocks' magic, wild magic means chaotic magic energy that is completely opposite to the power of order. It may originate from the Chaos Sea, or be blessed by fey creatures, or be cursed by a demon with powerful magic. But as a tiefling with devil blood, awakening wild magic almost means betraying his origin.

"It's weird, isn't it? In fact, after my magical talent was first revealed, it caused a stir among the tieflings in the holy city. It was mainly because my uncontrolled magic power caused a fire." The tiefling shrugged his shoulders and showed a helpless expression. Perhaps until now, he still didn't understand why he became a wild magic sorcerer.

"The Knights of Hell didn't hold me responsible for accidentally burning all the hay for their mounts. Instead, they asked me to use magic to serve them. To be honest, my parents and I both wanted to do that." The tiefling took another bite of fried eel. "Anyway, the Knights of Hell sent me to study with the tiefling archmage Silvera Savicas in Candlekeep. But I must say that it is really difficult for a warlock's magic to gain any improvement or inspiration from books, otherwise I would have returned to Eltoril long ago."

"So you got nothing from the archmage of your own race?" Ivy was not familiar with the archmage Silvira Savicus mentioned by the tiefling, at least not as familiar with her as Karsus and Elminster. "Not exactly." The tiefling explained, wiping the sauce stuck on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Silvira is an archmage who has studied the outer planes very well. Her private collection also has many books filled with knowledge about the outer planes, the astral plane, and the desolate universe. I was too young at that time to understand what these terms meant."

"Silvera has some business dealings with the Planar Merchants. As one of her apprentices, I am sometimes sent to participate in the inventory of goods. In fact, just a few years ago, I went to the City of Sigil in the outer space of Faerun through a Planar Merchant who cooperated with Silvera." Tiefling's eyes revealed a confused look, "It's really an incredible place. Maybe it's not as majestic as Aquavivo and Strixhaven, but it is definitely weirder than here! It's the crossroads of the multiverse! Uh... at least the people living in that city call it that... There are countless portals leading to other planes and universes, so the knowledge of portals is something that every spellcaster in that city must study carefully..."

At this point, Tiefling couldn't help but sigh: "And I've never been good at studying..."

"So you stepped into the wrong door at the wrong time?" Ivy couldn't help laughing. Entering Strixhaven because of stepping into the wrong portal might be the biggest turning point in his life.

“No…” Tiefling’s voice trailed off, “It’s even more foolish than that… I took Silvira’s cargo and plunged into the void of the astral world…”

"The Tiefling Archmage wants a wild magic sorcerer to look after her cargo? And without any other followers or bodyguards?" If the Tiefling himself hadn't been sitting opposite him, Ivy would have definitely called the story "absurd and untenable."

The tiefling sitting opposite Ivy looked even more depressed. He huddled up in an oak chair, his tone erratic: "In fact, I was only responsible for carrying one piece of cargo, and I was traveling with the caravan...but the portal just malfunctioned...I clearly followed the plane merchant into the portal, who knows why I appeared in the middle of a desolate asteroid belt the next second..."

“I was terrified at the time… I was in a panic in the silver mist, not knowing which direction to go… There is no gravity in the astral plane, so you can’t tell up from down, left from right… Fortunately, I can breathe there, otherwise I would have been scared to death!” Tieflin recalled the past with his eyes wide open, and took a sip of wine in fear. “Now that I think about it, the astral plane is indeed a fascinating place, where you won’t age, and you don’t need to eat or drink… But I still feel at ease with my feet on the ground. If I stay in the astral plane alone just to avoid dying of old age, I might as well die…”

Ivy was fascinated by what he heard. Previously, he always focused on exchanging magical knowledge from the Grimoire of Destruction to improve his personal strength, but paid little attention to the planes and astral knowledge that made up the various multiverses. Now that he could obtain relevant knowledge in Strijhaven, it was definitely a major event that broadened his horizons.

"How did you leave the desolate asteroid belt?" Ivy interrupted Tiefling's thoughts. He couldn't wait to hear the next bizarre story.

"Because of the mining ship of Rock City Mining Company." Tiefling did not try to be mysterious and gave his answer openly.

"There are people engaged in the mining industry in the starry sea. Their headquarters is a place called Rock City?" Ivy had heard many unfamiliar place names in this short conversation.

"I don't know, because I have never been to Rock City." The tiefling sighed again, "The one who mined the mining ship was an automatic dwarf, a mechanical creature created by the Rock City dwarves to imitate themselves, similar to the gear library administrators in the libraries of Strixhaven. They saved me only because I am a spellcaster. To be honest, that was the first time I felt grateful for my identity as a spellcaster. At the same time, I was also glad that I didn't tell them that I was a warlock, and the kind of warlock who could never control his magic."

"Why do you say that?" Ivy asked as a matter of course.

"Because in the astral world, people need to rely on their thoughts to move. The smarter the person, the faster they can move. And those ships that can sail in the astral world also need spellcasters to operate them in order to obtain sufficient power."

The answer speaks for itself.

The main attribute of a warlock's spellcasting is Charisma, which means that there are not many smart guys among them, and the tiefling in front of him is definitely not one of them.

Tiefling shook the empty bottle of wine, then opened another one for himself. "Unfortunately, I haven't even memorized the name of the automated dwarf captain yet, and the accident happened again..."

"You...could you have encountered Gisyanki pirates?" Ivy remembered what Kemina said when she introduced how students from the multiverse arrived at Aqavivo.

"How did you know that?" Tiefling's eyes widened. "Is this already known to everyone?"

"I'm more curious about how you survived, because as far as I know, the Githyanki never leave any survivors after a raid. They were slaves of the mind flayers for a long time, so they never intend to replicate the success and failure of the mind flayer empire." Ivy asked.

“Oh…” Tieflin showed an unspeakable shame on his face, but under the influence of alcohol, he still told the reason, “Because they didn’t treat me as a human being… When the battle happened, I also planned to use magic to help, but my magic got out of control again, and I turned myself into a sheep…”

This is definitely a masterpiece of wild magic.

"There's not much to say about what happened afterwards... The Githyanki would hardly be wary of a sheep, so I hid in the warehouse of the mining ship with a pile of ore... Until the Githyanki launched a second raid, and were defeated by an armed merchant ship heading to Strixhaven... So I came to Akavivo, and passed the entrance test..." The tiefling in front of him said the last sentence, and then fell asleep on a plate with only some sauce left.

In the end, Ivy still didn't know the name of this tiefling. But since he worked at the Archend Tavern, Ivy would definitely see him next time he came. After handing him over to the orcish store manager, Ivy ended his first day in Strixhaven with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)