Casting spells

As a smart woman, she knows very well that with a killer character, she will definitely try to make contact at the first time, so there is no need for her to take risks, let's wait and see.

But unfortunately, before Valindra sent someone to get in touch with Entreri's subordinates, he himself had already arrived in the warehouse, even with a weird smile on his face.

You must know that Entreri is an out-and-out facial paralysis on weekdays, not to mention extreme emotions such as crying, laughing, anger, pain, and despair, he even has to eat a certain amount of food, and he will never eat even a little bit more.

His whole body, including work and rest time, is like a clock that is wound up, and there will never be a slight error.

"Have you gone to see him? How is it? Is he the master we are expecting?" Valindra tentatively asked.

"You can say yes, or you can say no." Entreri grinned a very nasty smile.

You don't need to ask to know that his personal relationship with Valindra is not good, and there are even some small conflicts occasionally.

After all, during the reign of the Arcane Brotherhood, the entire Luskan intelligence system was controlled by mages, so after the reorganization, there will still be some old guys who want to plant some eyeliner or nails in the guild.

Once they come and go, conflicts arise between the two parties.

Valindra frowned subconsciously: "What do you mean? Is it, or is it not? I need an accurate answer."

"The body is not, but the soul is. If I guess correctly, he should occupy the body of the boy named Benny." Entreri expressed his guess meaningfully.

"Soul?! Could it be that the master's body was destroyed in the battle with the god?"

It has to be said that the mages of the evil camp have always had big brains, and Valindra immediately thought of the turbulent years, the war that made countless gods fear and tremble.

The gods and mortals on the continent of Faerun even gave Zhang Cheng's giant dragon form a high-end nickname - the dragon of the world.

Because in this tragic war, at least ten gods were killed, and some gods were hunted down to hide and did not dare to show their faces. The gods feel a great threat.

Although some unlucky ones were later resurrected by the God of God Io, the shadow that covered the sky and the sun still shrouded the heads of the gods.

"Don't ask me! You know I don't understand these things. But one thing is for sure, that is, he is still as evil, terrifying and crazy as before. In addition, I can feel that this time he is not just trying to deal with Neverwinter It has a more grand purpose." After that, Entreri didn't care whether the other party understood or not, and he disappeared into the shadows and disappeared from the warehouse without a trace.

"Interesting! Then let me see it with my own eyes..." Valindra muttered to herself, and quickly pursed the corners of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

……

At the same time, far away in the great hall of Neverwinter Castle, Erebes was expressing his gratitude to several students who recovered the magical creatures in Waterdeep City.

Thanks to their efforts, it won't be long before the plague cure is ready, and Lord Nasir will take the opportunity to win back the hearts of the people.

But alas, reality is often harsher than any tragic story.

Before Erebeth handed over the rewards to the "heroes" one by one, the room where the antidote was being made suddenly burst into a dazzling red light.

next second...

boom!

The unbelievable energy impact directly toppled the solid castle wall, blowing everyone to pieces.

When she struggled to get up from the ground, she saw only an unstable portal standing in the center of the room, surrounded by several mages and priests who helped prepare the antidote, and only two of them were missing.

One of them is naturally her fiancé Van Swick, and the other is Deszel who is in charge of preparing the antidote.

"Quick... hurry up and chase... Deszel betrayed us..." A priest of the God of Justice told the truth intermittently at the last moment before he died.

"What! Where's Van Swick? Has he betrayed too?" Erebeth rushed forward and asked loudly.

But the pastor had already returned to the embrace of God and could no longer answer any questions.

"Damn! Why! Why is it like this again!"

Erebes's emotions obviously lost control again, ignoring the wounded at all, and jumped into the portal with a grim expression.

She didn't know that the moment she jumped, the sacred aura that belonged to a paladin had disappeared, replaced by a strong ominous and cold aura.

"She... she... she has fallen! Ms. Erebes de Timarand has fallen!" A young paladin began to tremble all over, completely unable to accept the facts he saw.

We must know that with his beautiful appearance, powerful skills and unswerving beliefs, Erebes is no longer a simple paladin, but an idol of the entire Neverwinter city.

It is because of her existence that so many young people are willing to join the ranks of paladins.

But now, that holy and beautiful image in the minds of countless people has suddenly collapsed, and the spiritual impact it caused can be imagined.

In just a few minutes, the grace of many young paladins was constantly weakening, which was obviously the result of wavering faith.

Fall!

It's never been too hard for a paladin!

On the contrary, if one conducts a survey of paladins in the entire Faerun continent, it will be found that two-thirds of the paladins have once fallen, and one-third have directly turned to evil, incarnate as dark guards.

Many churches of evil gods are simply too lazy to train their own dark guards, they just need to set up a game to lure the young paladins who have just debuted.

But the fall of Erebes is different!

She was not tempted by any irresistible temptation, but the last string was broken during the accumulation of fatigue and pressure.

Although she and her fiancé do not have the enviable sweet love that outsiders imagined.

But in her mind, Van Swick is like a family and a relative, and belongs to spiritual support and comfort.

But now, something went wrong with this important reliance, and all the negative emotions in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and they poured out continuously...

Chapter 922 Dark Soul

"Ah! My little cutie has finally fallen! Look at the expression on her face, how angry, how sad, full of irrepressible resentment..."

Through a magic mirror, Zhang Cheng was sitting on a chair in the living room of Mandan Manor, admiring the battle between Erebes and Deszel.

Of course, the latter is no better than the former. He also betrayed Heim, the God of Guardian, and degenerated into an evil priest, constantly summoning demons from the bottomless abyss to assist him.

So this battle is not so much a contest between justice and evil, but rather a cannibalism between evils.

"Master, you are still as powerful and evil as before. You can actually lure a paladin with firm beliefs like Erebes to fall." Valindra bent down and bowed deeply, and offered to compliment.

She was standing in the living room right now, her eyes filled with awe.

Because she could feel that the 13-year-old boy in front of her was the lunatic who once made the gods tremble and fear.

Maybe a person's appearance and body will change, but the soul and character will never change, especially such a unique soul that exudes a dark and rich fragrance

Zhang Cheng smiled lightly and shook his head: "No, dear, Erebes is not as firm as you imagined.

On the contrary, she is like all mortals, half good and half evil.

Think about it, even in an evil bastard, when he sees a poor little girl begging on the side of the road, will he suddenly show kindness and take out a few silver coins?