Casting spells

In just a few seconds, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers in the front row ignited bright and hot flames.

Scorching Glue, a special alchemy tool invented by Faerun Continental Mages.

Its surface is jelly-like, and once it collides with the air, it will ignite a raging flame immediately, and it will last for a long time. It can be applied to weapons to increase its lethality, and it is the best choice for dealing with creatures that are afraid of flames.

However, the price of scorching glue has never been cheap. It is estimated that the amount used by the soldiers of Waterdeep City this time will cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

"Humans! Food! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Facing the weapon smeared with scorching glue, the troll in the front row was not afraid, jumped up and threw down the young man in the first row who looked only in his early 20s, bit him on the neck, and The whole throat is torn off and chewed.

Especially the crackling sound when the bones are chewed by the teeth, it is almost creepy for normal people.

These crazy trolls didn't care whether they were injured or not. If they didn't kill a human soldier, they would bite off a piece of their opponent and stuff it into their mouths.

There are also some who go too far, directly breaking off their arms or thighs, brandishing them as weapons, and taking a bite from time to time.

The bloody scene dealt a great blow to the morale of the Allied Forces in Waterdeep City. Even the morale and magic spells used by priests and bards to boost morale were not very effective.

Chapter 932 Priesthood

The food chain is the most intuitive manifestation of the dominance relationship between species.

If one species is on the diet of another species, when the former encounters the latter, it will often awaken the most primitive and instinctive memory in the genes, and then quickly turn on self-protection in time, making the brain think that escape is the best s Choice.

Undoubtedly, for humans in Faerun, trolls are such monsters that can be called natural enemies.

Especially for ordinary people living in the countryside, a troll who can only be killed with flames and strong acid is simply a nightmare.

There are often such stories in the North, that a few hungry trolls broke into the village at night, killed all the villagers silently, and then ate them bit by bit.

So except for those elites who often fight against powerful monsters, the rest of them have already started to retreat when the trolls rushed in. The reason why they didn't collapse was that bards and priests continued to bless their morale-boosting spells.

The mages accompanying the army didn't dare to continue playing soy sauce any more, and chanted spells one after another, releasing strong acid spells one after another, sending those dying trolls to hell.

Feeling the fear and despair emanating from the enemy camp, Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Not enough! Not enough! I want to crush their last hope!"

"Master, the guys in Waterdeep City are almost unable to hold on, do you think it's time to launch a general attack?" Gar asked cautiously.

He is not a fool. He understands that the goal of this war is not to win victory, but to wipe out the coalition forces in Waterdeep City and use the souls of those poor people to gather a priesthood.

"No hurry! Let those white dragons dispatch first, and focus on attacking the mage's position to consume their spell slots." Zhang Cheng raised his left hand while talking, and collected all the souls who died on the battlefield regardless of whether they were enemies or friends. .

Obviously, although the quantity of these souls is enough, the quality is far from enough.

Priesthood is not something that can be obtained casually!

Apart from snatching from the existing gods, or waiting for His Majesty Io, the god of gods, the only way is to make mortals have strong obsessions, such as hatred, jealousy, greed, despair, pain and so on.

When these thousands of obsessions come together, it will form an authority recognized by the whole world.

When a god possesses authority, he can become the ruler of the field. All mortals who enter this field must pay high respects to the god in exchange for the blessing of the other party.

In fact, although the mortals in Faerun have only one patron saint, when they are engaged in other industries, they will always pray to the gods who hold the authority of the industry.

The most obvious example is that all blacksmiths and craftsmen, regardless of whether they are believers of Gond, the god of crafts and forging, will choose to pray to this god when they manufacture something, hoping that their works will be more refined.

Another example is that all men and women who are pursuing their other half, whether they are followers of Shuna, the goddess of love or not, will beg Lady Huofa to give her a gift to help them win the favor of their sweetheart.

In fact, there are not many creatures with divine power or divinity in the world, but only when they truly obtain the priesthood can they be regarded as a veritable god, and they can get their own seat in the ancient pantheon.

"As you wish!" Gar bowed respectfully, turned around and winked at his adjutant.

The latter understood, and quickly ran to the woods at the rear, untied the chains that bound several white dragons, and asked the dragon hunters to pour spring water polluted by the blood of the devil into them.

moment!

These huge monsters covered with white scales let out painful screams, and their eyes were quickly stained red with blood. They struggled to rise into the air, and swooped towards the coalition forces of Waterdeep City at an extremely fast speed. of freezing cold.

"No! It's Bailong!" An officer was the first to spot Bailong and shouted loudly.

But unfortunately, since the entire formation had already been overwhelmed by the crazy trolls, there was no time to organize a counterattack. All the places sprayed by the white dragon, no matter the better people or horses, turned into frozen sculptures without exception.

In the extremely cold north, the white dragon is the supreme overlord and the creature at the top of the food chain.

Except for the equally powerful frost giants, there is almost nothing that can threaten them.

Seeing several white dragons wreaking havoc on his head, killing several mages who hadn't had time to react, the lord of Waterdeep City finally panicked, took General Ramsay's hand and roared: "Damn it! Hurry up!" Think of a way! We must not lose! Otherwise, Waterdeep City and the Alliance of Lords will be ruined!"

"Shut up! Idiot! I've had enough of your fiddling! Now, gather those mages immediately, and then mobilize fifty knights to protect them. Next, what we need is a large-scale magic ceremony and a strong crossbow. We must put these Shoot down a few dragons." General Ramsay pushed the lord of Waterdeep City away, led his guards to a bed crossbow, quickly adjusted the angle, and aimed at one of them to smash the hammer down.

hum!

Accompanied by a slightly ear-piercing sound, a heavy three-edged arrow more than one meter long soared into the air and pierced fiercely into Bailong's fragile abdomen.

The scales on its body only acted as a barrier, and then it fell from the sky with a spurt of blood, and fell into the crowd with a bang.

However, the vitality of this dragon that has been eroded by the blood of the devil is quite tenacious. Before anyone can rush up to make up the knife, he waved his sharp claws. More than 40 soldiers broke their stomachs, and the dragon's breath from their mouths froze. There are more than [-] people.

"Go to hell! Dragon!" A knight holding a silver spear shouted, using the explosive power brought by the horse's sprint, he poured the spear in his hand directly into the lower left of his chest.

puff!

This time there was no accident, it pierced Bailong's heart on the spot.

It shook left and right twice, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Just when the knight thought he had killed a dragon and was about to cheer loudly to boost morale, the dragon's corpse began to emit a dazzling green light for some reason.

I haven't waited for the people around me to realize what happened!

next second...

boom!

The deadly flames of fel energy devoured everything within a radius of ten meters!

Kill!

death!

destroy!

The blood of the abyss lord turned these behemoths, which were originally favored by magical energy, into deadly bombs!

Once they are killed, they will immediately release all the energy in their bodies in one breath, and their power is far superior to most nine-ring magic...

Chapter 933 Fatal Betrayal