war of the spider queen 5 annihilation-第60章
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〃If we die there；〃 Halisstra asked Uluyara； who dropped her hand from the priestess's chin； 〃what bees of us？〃
〃We go to Eilistraee；〃 Uluyara replied。
Halisstra could hear the certainty in the drow's reply and see it in her eyes。
〃I don't know that for sure；〃 Halisstra said。
〃So；〃 said Feliane； 〃what do you know for sure？〃
Halisstra looked at her and the elf returned the gaze with almost perfect stillness。
〃I know 。 。 。〃 Halisstra began even as she was thinking it through。 〃I know that Lolth abandoned me and was a cruel mistress who let our city； our way of life fall into ruin； perhaps simply to satisfy some whim。 I know that her temple on the sixty…sixth layer is sealed and there are no departed souls there。 I know that eternity is closed off to me； thanks to her。〃
〃What has changed？〃 asked Feliane。
Halisstra looked at Uluyara when she said； 〃Eilistraee。〃
〃Eilistraee hasn't changed；〃 Uluyara whispered。
〃No；〃 Halisstra agreed； 〃I have。〃
Uluyara smiled； and so did Halisstra； then the Melarn priestess began to cry。
〃I miss him；〃 she said through a sob。
Uluyara put a hand on Halisstra's neck and drew her closer until their foreheads touched。
〃Would you have been able to miss him；〃 asked Uluyara； 〃if you were still Halisstra Melarn； First Daughter of House Melarn of Ched Nasad； Priestess of Lolth？ Would that ever have entered into your mind？〃
〃No；〃 Halisstra replied without hesitation。
〃Then Eilistraee has touched you；〃 said Uluyara。 〃Eilistraee has blessed you。〃
Halisstra looked up at Feliane and asked； 〃Do you believe that too？〃
Feliane looked at her for the span of a few heartbeats then said； 〃I do。 You wield the Crescent Blade； if for no other reason 。 。 。 but there are other reasons。 Yes； I think Eilistraee has blessed you； indeed； and blessed us all with your presence。〃
Halisstra nodded then looked to Uluyara。 The other drow female nodded and hugged her。 The embrace was a quick one； sisterly； warm； and reassuring。
〃Well；〃 Halisstra said when the embrace ended； 〃I think we should begin。 There's a long road ahead for us and the most frightening opponent of all at the end of it： a goddess on her home plane。〃
Uluyara stood； helping Halisstra up with her。 Halisstra dressed for travel and for fighting as the other two had； but when she was done she felt heavy and stiff。
Gromph's world had been reduced to a series of circles。
The antimagic field surrounded him in a circle of null space that would dissipate any spell that tried to pierce it and suppress any magical effect within it。 The pain in his leg circled all the way around； where the interrupted regenerative effect of the ring had only partially reattached it； leaving a ragged； seeping wound all the way around the middle of his thigh。 Past the outer edge of the antimagic field a tiny circle…a sphere really…of condensed magical fire orbited slowly around and around。 It was Dyrr's next explosive blast of fire； held in check； circling； waiting for the field to drop。 The lichdrow was circling him too； and like his fireball； waiting。
Gromph sat on the cool rock floor of the ruined Bazaar trying not to actually writhe in agony； concentrating on his breathing； and making himself think。
〃How long can it last； Gromph？〃 the lichdrow taunted from well outside the antimagic field。 〃Not forever； I know。 Not as long as my own would。 Am I that frightening to you that you have to hide so； even in plain sight？〃
Gromph didn't bother answering。 He wasn't afraid of the lichdrow。 In fact； he was more concerned with Nimor Imphraezl。 The winged assassin had disappeared into the shadows； back into his natural element。 He could be anywhere。 Dyrr； a being literally held together by magic； would no more cross the threshold of the antimagic field than he would throw himself headlong into the Clawrift。 Nimor； on the other hand； had likely lost most if not all of his magic in the disjunction anyway and needed no spell to cut with his claws。
The Weave was blocked by the field； but that was all。 Gromph； weak and in pain from loss of blood and the morbid wound in his leg； was all but helpless against anything but spells。 Nimor could walk right up…anyone could walk right up…and kill the Archmage of Menzoberranzan with a dagger across the throat。
At least； Gromph thought； I don't have to listen to Prath remind me of that。
The field blocked the telepathic link he'd established with the other Baenre mages。 Gromph was entirely on his own； though he was sure Nauzhror and the others were still watching。
〃Please tell me you aren't going to just sit there and die；〃 Dyrr said。 〃I've e to expect so much more from you。〃
〃Have you？〃 Gromph answered； every word ing with a painful effort。 〃What have you 。 。 。 e to expect。 。 。 from Nimor？〃
〃Why； Archmage；〃 the lich replied； 〃whatever do you mean？〃
〃Where is he？〃 Gromph said。 〃Where has your half…dragon gone？ He could kill me easily enough； and we both know that。 Has he…〃 Gromph winced through a wave of pain…〃abandoned you？〃
〃I never trusted Nimor Imphraezl；〃 said the lich。 〃What's your excuse ？〃
Gromph puzzled over that last ment。
Still； some of what the lich said rang painfully true。 If he didn't drop the antimagic field； the ring would never finish reattaching his leg。 If he sat there he would succumb to shock； loss of blood； even infection soon enough。 The only thing keeping Dyrr from killing him was killing him。
Gromph did nothing to alert Dyrr to his intentions。 He didn't draw in any dramatic； shuddering breath。 He didn't move his trembling； pain…ravaged body。 He didn't even look at the lich or at the bead of pressed fire waiting for its chance to immolate him。 Everything that was happening was occurring inside his mind。
Gromph mentally arranged spells； bringing the opening stanzas to mind； willing his fingers in advance to form the gestures。 He kept one hand on his staff； knowing that its magic wasn't gone but was simply suppressed； waiting the same way Dyrr's fireball…and Dyrr himself…was waiting。
He dropped the antimagic field； and in that same instant the globe burst back around him and the spell tripped rapidly past his lips。 The bead of fire dropped out of its lazy orbit and shot at him as fast as a bolt from a crossbow； but Gromph's spell was a split second faster。 The spell enabled him to push the bead of fire away with a wave of invisible force。 Using the power of his mind； Gromph seized control of the nascent fireball and sent it hurtling back at the lichdrow。
Dyrr backed quickly away from it then turned and flew fast。 Gromph kept the fireball racing toward the lich； gaining on him。
The pain in his leg began to fade and was replaced once more by pulses of nettling as it drew itself together。 Concentrating on chasing the fleeing lich with his own fireball； Gromph didn't see the blood that still surrounded him…his own blood…being soaked up by the skin of his leg。 As it drew into his tissue； the blood itself warmed； and one by one the cells came back to life。
The bead of fire was within a handspan of the fleeing lich when Nimor stabbed Gromph in the back。
The archmage might have thought that he'd be accustomed to the odd blast of mind…ravaging agony by then； but the pain hit him full force。 He could feel every fraction of an inch of the blade's path through his skin； into and through the muscles of his back。 He could feel the cold steel pierce his heart。
Gromph gasped and lost control of the spell that held the fireball。 He closed his eyes against the flare of it exploding…too far from Gromph to burn him but too far from the lich to damage him either。
That wasn't the only fire。 The flickering shield of arcane flames that had surrounded him before he cast the antimagic field had returned to him as had the globe。 Fire poured over the wound in Gromph's back even though it hadn't protected him from the dagger。 Fire washed over Nimor； who released the knife and staggered back； waving off the flames that once again seared his shadow…black face。
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