Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The main body of barbarians reached the long, low hills leading to Bryn Sander, wondering what had happened to their comrades in Tamaran. Here they separated again. Heefstad led the elk tribe to surround the east side of the hill, while Biog led the rest of the people directly towards the walled city. Now this group of barbarians sang a war song, hoping to further frighten the panicked and frightened people in the ten towns.

But the scene behind the walls of Bryn Shander was completely different from what the barbarians had imagined. The city's own army and the reinforcements from the towns of Caikoni and Kedineva were fully prepared with bows, spears and barrels of hot oil.

In an ironic turn of events, the people of the Elk tribe who could not see what was happening in front of the city wall heard the first scream of death on the hill and cheered loudly. They thought that the deceased must be an unprepared person from Shizhen. Seconds later, after Heafstad had led their men around the easternmost point of the hill, they too encountered disaster. The troops from Mead Town and Daogen Cave were waiting there, and the barbarians were forced to retreat even before they knew what was attacking them.

After an initial moment of confusion, however, Heafstad regained control of the situation. These soldiers have experienced hundreds of battles and do not know what fear is. Even with the damage sustained during the initial attack, they still outnumbered the army at hand, and Heafstad was confident that he could dispatch the fishermen quickly and get his men into position.

Next, the troops from the Eastern Exile rushed down the Eastern Road with a roar and advanced on the left flank of the barbarians. Heafstad remained unmoved. But just after ordering the troops to change their formation to resist this new group of enemies, another ninety battle-hardened dwarves wearing heavy armor came to kill from behind. These ferocious dwarves form a wedge-shaped formation, with Bruenor at the tip. They marched into the elk tribe, cutting down the savages like a low-swinging scythe through tall grass.

The barbarians fought bravely, and many of Ten-Town's fishermen fell on the eastern slopes of Bryn Sander. This group of dwarf surprise attack teams is powerful and composed entirely of professionals, but compared to the huge army of barbarians, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Seven more marks will be added to Bruno's ax handle, and he is now facing the eighth enemy today, which is a tall and slender barbarian youth. He is so young that there is no stubble on his tanned face, but he is very Experienced carrying the Elk Tribe color.

As Bruno rushed towards the young man, he thought curiously about the attractive gaze and calm face. He was surprised not to see in the young man's face the cruel fire of a savage's bloodlust, but instead to see an alert and understanding depth. The dwarf felt sad to find that he had to kill such a young and extraordinary person, and his pity made him hesitate when the two started fighting.

However, this young man was as fierce and fearless as his race was born, and Bruno's hesitation gave him the opportunity to take action first.

With deadly accuracy, he struck the enemy's head with the flag pole, causing it to snap in two. This surprisingly powerful attack made Bruno's helmet dent, causing Bruno to bounce up. However, he was as hard and tenacious as the rock he mined. Bruno put his hands on his hips and stared at the young barbarian who was so surprised that the dwarf did not fall that his weapon almost dropped to the ground.

"Stupid boy," Bruno growled as he slashed at the young man's leg. Didn't anyone tell you not to hit a dwarf on the head? "The young man tried desperately to stand up again, but Bruno hit him in the face with an iron shield.

"The eighth!" cried the dwarf, as he ran off to find the ninth. But he looked back and shook his head at the waste of such a tall and strong young man with intelligent eyes that could match his martial arts skills. That was a rare combination among the wild and ferocious natives of Icewind Dale.

Under the leadership of Bruno, the dwarves fought bloody battles like the legendary three hundred Spartan warriors, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by brave martial arts alone.

"No!"

The sharp blade passed through the heart of a seriously injured dwarf. He finally could no longer hold the giant ax in his hand and fell to the ground. Bruno roared sadly and angrily on the side. Scenes like this began to appear everywhere on the battlefield.

When Bruno was distracted by his great sorrow, the young barbarian who had been knocked unconscious by Bruno stood up. He sneaked up behind Bruno and quickly and quickly stabbed Bruno's heart with the long sword in his hand. .

With a "ding" sound, the silver-haired and dark-skinned dark elf finally arrived at the scene in time. He held a scimitar in his strong hands and firmly blocked the sharp sword that was stabbing his friend.

"Be careful, Bruno, I don't want to collect your corpse." Drizzt said teasingly, but his seemingly relaxed expression had serious eyes. Such a huge barbarian army alone could not resist them at all. Why don't those humans standing on the city wall come down to support?

If these barbarians were allowed to clear out all the weak armies of the dwarves and the Eastern Exile, even relying on the city walls, Drizzt could foresee that [Bryn Sander] would be breached and the reinforcements coming from [Tamaran] would have been brutally defeated. Is there really no hope if we are blocked by separate troops?

Drizzt and Bruno were back to back, relying on their strong martial arts to be in no danger for the time being on the battlefield, but even so, the balance of failure had gradually begun to tilt towards them.

Suddenly, a strong rusty breeze blew on the battlefield without anyone noticing.

"What smell is this?" King Heefstadt frowned. At first he thought it was the smell of blood, but after smelling it carefully, it seemed a little different.

Above the sky, large areas of dim blood-red began to appear, and the originally invisible breeze became brightly colored and intense.

"Cold, what happened? Did the gods send down punishment?" Countless barbarians looked at the blood-red sky in horror and the blood-red gas spreading down from above.

"Damn it, my armor." Bruno screamed. He found that these bloody breezes had actually corroded his heavy armor. Large areas of rust appeared on it, and metal fell off with a slight shake. The only good thing is that the high-quality magic scimitar in Drizzt's hand and the powerful battle ax inherited from the dwarf tribe in Bruno's hand were not eroded by this strange bloody wind.

But others on the battlefield were not so lucky. The barbarians in the center of the battlefield found that the swords in their hands and the armor on their bodies were rusted and vulnerable, and there were many such numbers.