war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第145部分

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The　Mizzrym　extracted　five　glass　marbles　from　one　of　his　pockets；　rolled　them　dexterously　in　his　palm；　and　rattled　off　a　brief　tercet。　A　quinnottet　of　luminous　spheres　appeared　in　the　air　and　shot　toward　Syrzan；　atnottacking　it　with　fire；　sound；　cold；　acid；　and　lightning　simultaneously。　Surely　at　least　one　of　those　forces　would　pierce　its　defenses。
Syrzan　gave　a　rasping；　clacking　shriek　and　swept　its　hand　through　the　air。　In　an　instant；　the　orbs　reversed　their　courses；　streaking　back　at　their　source　as　fast　as　they'd　sped　away。
Caught　by　surprise；　Pharaun　nonetheless　attempted　to　dodge　in　the　only　manner　possible。　He　restored　his　weight　and　dropped　toward　the　floor　like　a　stone。　Two　of　the　radiant　projectiles　streaked　past　him　to　exnotplode　against　the　ceiling。　Two　more　simply　vanished　when　they　came　into　contact　with　his　piwafwi。　The　fifth　ghosted　into　his　chest。
The　loudest　scream　he'd　ever　heard　shook　his　bones；　jabbed　agony　through　his　ears；　and　smashed　his　thoughts　to　pieces。　Stunned；　he　kept　plummeting　until　he　smashed　down　in　the　midst　of　the　melee。
For　a　moment　he　simply　lay　amidst　scores　of　shifting；　stamping　feet；　then　his　mind　focused；　and　he　realized　he　needed　to　get　off　the　floor　before　somebody　trampled　him。　He　started　to　scramble　up；　and　a　swinging　length　of　chain　struck　him　on　the　temple。
It　was　just　a　glancing　blow；　but　it　knocked　him　back　down。　A　kyton　loomed　over　him；　whirling　its　flexible　weapons　around　for　another　attack。　The　spirit　had　Sabal's　face。
Pharaun　pointed　his　finger　and　rattled　off　a　spell；　realizing　partway　through　that　he　couldn't　hear　himself…or　anything　else。　Seconds　before；　the　battle　had　been　a　hammering　cacophony；　but　it　had　fallen　silent。
Luckily　he　didn't　need　to　hear　his　voice　to　recite　a　spell。　Power　blazed　from　his　fingertip　into　the　devil's　body。　In　a　heartbeat；　the　kyton's　flesh　shriveled　within　its　wrapping　of　chain。　The　links　sliding　and　flopping　around　it；　the　fiend　collapsed。
A　hand　gripped　Pharaun's　shoulder　and　hauled　him　up。　He　turned　and　saw　Welverin。　The　officer's　mouth　moved；　but　the　wizard　had　no　idea　what　he　was　saying。　He　shook　his　head　and　pointed　to　his　ears；　which；　though　useless；　were　far　from　numb。　They　throbbed　and　bled。　His　insides　hurt　as　well；　and　the　pain　made　him　want　to　destroy　Syrzan　all　the　more。
Pharaun　levitated；　only　to　find　himself　mere　feet　from　something　the　illithilich　must　have　conjured　while　its　fellow　age　was　floundering　about　below。　It　was　a　huge；　phosphorescent；　disembodied　illithid　head；　with　mouth　tentacles　longer　than　the　drow　was　tall。　The　members　writhing；　the　squidlike　construct　flew　forward。　Up　close；　it　smelled　fishy。
Pharaun　snatched　a　white　leather　glove　and　a　chip　of　clear　crystal　from　his　cloak　and　menced　a　spell。　A　tapered　tentacle　tip　whipped　around　his　forearm；　tugged；　and　nearly　spoiled　the　final　manipulation；　but　he　pulled　free　and　pleted　the　pass　successfully。
An　immense　hand　made　of　ice　appeared　beside　the　mind　flayer's　head。　It　wrapped　its　fingers　around　it；　dug　its　talons　in；　and　held　the　thing　immobile。
The　only　problem　was　that　the　phantom　illithid　head　was　still　blocking　Pharaun's　view。　He　simultaneously　wove　a　spell　and　bobbed　lower　until　he　saw　Syrzan。
On　the　final　word　of　the　incantation；　white　fire　erupted　from　the　alhoon's　desiccated　flesh　。　。　。　fire　that　died　a　second　later。　The　magic　should　have　transformed　the　undead　wizard　into　an　inanimate　corpse；　but　the　only　effect　had　been　to　singe　its　shabby　robe　a　little。　Pharaun　reflected　that　despite　several　attempts；　he　had　yet　to　injure　or　even　jostle　his　adversary。　If　the　dark　elf　hadn't　known　better；　he　might　have　wondered　if　Syrzan　was　not　in　fact　the　better　arcanist。
Much　as　the　Mizzrym　disliked　hand…to…hand　bat；　perhaps　a　change　of　tactics　was　in　order。　He　snatched　a　delicate　little　bone；　dissected　from　a　petty　demon　he'd　killed　in　a　classroom　demonstration；　and　started　to　conjure。
Syrzan　swung　its　arm　and　hurled　a　dozen　flaming　arrows。　They　missed；　bumped　off　course　by　their　target's　protective　enchantments。　Pharaun　pleted　his　incantation　and　so　inflicted　a　hundred　stabbing　pains　upon　himself。
His　body　grew　as　large　as　an　ogre's；　and　his　hide　thickened　into　scaly　armor。　His　teeth　lengthened　into　tusks；　and　his　nails　into　talons；　while　long；　curved　horns　erupted　from　his　brow。　A　hairless　tail　sprouted　from　the　base　of　his　spine；　and　a　whip　appeared　in　his　hand。
The　transformation　only　took　a　moment；　and　the　disfort　was　gone。　With　a　beat　of　his　leathery　new　wings；　Pharaun　hurled　himself　at　his　foe。
The　wizard　raised　his　monstrous　arms　high　and　bellowed　an　incantanottion。　Pharaun　felt　a　surge