war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第128部分

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　would　happen　when　he　did。
An　extemporaneous　ritual　was　a　different　matter。　Relying　on　their　arcane　knowledge　and　natural　ability；　a　circle　of　mages　tried　to　generate　a　new　effect　on　the　fly。　Often；　nothing　happened。　When　it　did；　the　power　often　turned　on　those　who　had　raised　it　or　discharged　itself　in　some　other　manner　contrary　to　their　intent。　Yet　occasionally　such　a　ceremony　worked；　and　with　his　station；　his　wealth；　and　his　homeland　at　stake；　Gromph　was　resolved　to　make　this　one　of　those　times。
After　the　mages　chanted　for　fifteen　minutes；　power　began　to　whisper　and　sting　through　the　air。　The　archmage　tapped　the　beater　to　the　gong；　sounding　a　clashing；　shivering　tone。　At　once　a　vaster　note　answered　and　obscured　the　first；　a　booming；　grinding；　deafening　roar。　Gromph's　subornotdinates　flinched；　but　the　Baenre　smiled　in　satisfaction；　because　the　noise　was　thunder。
Perched　high　in　the　side　cavern；　the　residents　of　Sorcere　had　an　excelnotlent　view　of　what　transpired　next。　The　air　at　the　top　of　the　great　vault；　alnotready　thick　with　smoke；　grew　denser　still　as　masses　of　vapor　materialized。　The　shapeless　shadows　flickered　like　great　translucent　dragons　with　fire　leaping　in　their　bellies。　Following　each　flash；　they　bellowed　that　godlike　hammering　blast；　as　if　the　flames　pained　them。
Gromph　knew　that　many　of　the　folk　in　the　city　below　had　no　idea　what　was　occurring…it　was　possible　that　even　some　of　his　erudite　colleagues　didn't　know…but　whether　they　understood　or　not；　clouds；　lightning；　and　weather　were　paying　a　call　on　the　hitherto　changeless　depths　of　the　Under…dark。
As　one；　the　clouds　dropped　torrents　of　water　to　fall　in　frigid　veils。　The　Baenre　could　hear　the　sizzling　sound　as　it　pounded　the　cavern　wall。
〃That's　impressive；〃　said　Guldor；　〃but　are　you　sure　it　will　put　out　the　flames？　The　fire's　magical；　after　all。〃
Gromph's　bruise　gave　him　a　twinge。
〃Yes；　instructor；〃　he　growled；　〃because　I'm　not　an　inpetent　from　a　House　of　no　account。　I'm　a　Baenre　and　the　Archmage　of　Menzoberranzan　。　。　。　and　I'm　sure。〃
Before　it　was　over；　Pharaun　lost　track　of　how　many　battles　he　and　his　rades　had　fought。　He　only　knew　they　kept　winning　them；　through　sunotperior　tactics　more　than　anything　else；　and　that　despite　their　losses；　their　numbers　kept　growing；　swelled　by　garrisons　that　had　fought　their　way　out　of　their　castles。
Occasionally　the　ragtag　army　came　upon　a　section　of　the　city　that　had　already　been　pacified；　and　though　he　never　caught　so　much　of　a　glimpse　of　them；　Pharaun　knew　Bregan　D'aerthe　was　fighting　in　concert　with　his　own　pany。　It　was　as　much　a　fort　as　anything　could　be　on　this　fierce　and　desperate　night。
Finally　the　army　from　Tier　Breche　encountered　an　equally　impressive　force　under　Matron　Baenre's　mand。　The　two　panies　united　and　marched　on　Narbondellyn；　where　several　bugbears　with　some　degree　of　martial　experience　had　striven　to　organize　thousands　of　their　fellow　under…creatures　into　a　force　capable　of　withstanding　their　masters'　wrath。
The　great　stone　pillar　of　Narbondel　shone　above　fighting　that　was　wild　and　chaotic。　Miraculously；　partway　through；　the　upper　reaches　of　the　cavern　began　to　storm；　allaying　Pharaun's　greatest　fear。　An　hour　later；　the　drow　swept　in　and　annihilated　the　opposing　force；　and　thus　they　took　their　homeland　back。
In　the　aftermath；　the　wizard　walked　through　the　downpour；　looking　this　way　and　that。　Strands　of　wet　hair　clung　to　his　forehead；　and　his　boots　squelched。　As　a　mage；　he　had　to　concede　the　storm　was　a　glorious　achievenotment；　to　say　nothing　of　the　salvation　of　Menzoberranzan；　but　it　was　a　pity　his　colleagues　couldn't　have　acplished　the　same　thing　without　wreaknoting　havoc　on　everyone's　appearance　and　chilling　them　to　the　bone。
The　Mizzrym　grinned。　Neither　Quenthel　nor　Triel　was　anywhere　around。　He'd　taken　direction　from　them　all　night；　willingly　enough；　but　he　wanted　to　mand　the　finale　of　this　extraordinary　affair　himself；　and　their　absence　gave　him　an　excuse　to　proceed　without　consulting　them。
He　cast　about　once　more　and　spied　Welverin　Freth。　The　capable　weapons　master　of　the　Nineteenth　House；　Welverin　excelled　at　bat　denotspite　the　seeming　impediment　of　a　prosthetic　silver　leg；　and　had　fought　in　tandem　with　Pharaun　several　times　during　the　night。　Currently　he　was　huddled　in　a　doorway　conferring　with　two　of　his　lieutenants。
〃Weapons　Master！〃　Pharaun　called。
Welverin　looked　up　and　gave　him　a　nod。　〃How　can　I　help　you；　Master　Mizzrym？〃
〃How　would　you　like　to　help　me　kill　the　creature　responsible　for　this　innotsurrection？〃
The　warrior's　eyes　narrowed　and　he　said；　〃Is　this　another　of　your　jokes？〃
〃By　no　means。　But　if　we're　going　to　do　this；　we'd　better　do　it　quickly；　before　our　quarry　slinks　away　into　the　Underdark。　I　trust　that　you　and　your　troops　can　ride　aerial　mounts？〃
Pharaun　gestured　to　the　giant　bats；　created　by　some　enchanter；　penned　in　a　nearby　latticework　dome。　It　seemed　a　petty　miracle　they'd　survived　the　rebellion　unsuffocated　and　unburned。
〃Where　do　they　keep　the　tack？〃　Welverin　asked；　peering　at　the　cage。




















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