Lord of Spells from Faerûn

At this time, Imrik in the sky stopped casting spells, and all the barbarians breathed a sigh of relief. While fighting, they had to be prepared for the terrifying explosions that would fall from the sky at any time, or the extremely powerful bombs. Thunder is really terrifying.

King Sheafstad also breathed a sigh of relief. He guessed that there was a high probability that this mage had exhausted all his spell resources. No spellcaster could avoid the situation where his limited spell plane was not enough against the endless enemies on the battlefield. .

But even so, King Heafstad still looked sadly at the hundreds of barbarian corpses that were torn apart by the roaring elemental power in the hands of the mage. There were even many professional barbarians among them. Without this mage, I am afraid that he would have been killed long ago. All the human and dwarf troops were slaughtered.

Imrik stood in the sky. This kind of opportunity to unleash the power of magic without limit was rare. However, after releasing various spells for several consecutive minutes, even though he had unlimited spell slots, singing made his mouth dry.

He took out a water bag and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. The mage's pampered throat became a little hoarse from the continuous singing.

Sixth-ring spell [Sandstorm].

After resting for a while, the mage saw that the barbarian on the ground had become complacent because he had not attacked for a while. With a finger, he activated his magic-like ability.

Three consecutive [Sandstorms] were used up by Imrik at once, and the effect was extremely terrifying. Three powerful hurricanes with wind speeds of more than 75 miles appeared on the battlefield, and the surging hurricanes continued to scatter large amounts of sand. , the terrifying sandstorm covered two-thirds of the entire battlefield.

Drizzt felt bad, and quickly thrust the two scimitars in his hands into the ground, and kneeled on the ground with all his strength to prevent himself from being swept up into the sky by the strong hurricane.

Bruno was lucky enough to find a huge stone next to him. The bottom of this stone was connected to the earth. He hugged the stone tightly. His short and stubby back half was blown up by the strong wind and floated into the sky. He used all his strength to hold on to the stone firmly. , to prevent yourself from being blown up.

Other barbarians who did not react were not so lucky. A large number of barbarians hugged each other, but they still could not prevent themselves from being blown into the sky by the raging hurricane. The sand brought by the yellow wind made them unable to breathe in the air. Some were even suffocated to death by the dense sand at the center of the storm.

"No, no, ahem, it can't be done! Quick, ahem, let him stop Drizzt!"

The dwarf shouted loudly in the sandstorm, even swallowing a large mouthful of sand and choking on it until he coughed.

Drizzt saw that many soldiers of the Eastern Exile Army on the other side were also killed by the sandstorm. He reluctantly let go of one hand and used the other hand to hold another scimitar to fix himself, shouting "I After calling Mrik's name, he stretched out his hand to wave with great effort. The dark elf's own magical talent allowed him to summon a ball of black mist in his hand, trying to attract the mage's attention.

Standing in the sky, Imric saw a black mist in the corner of his eye. He looked closely and saw that it was Drizzt. When he saw the dark elves and dwarves struggling under the terrifying power of the three sandstorms, Imric shook his head. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers to disperse the sandstorm.

The sandstorm that ravaged the battlefield finally stopped following the will of the mage. Countless barbarians and humans who were swept up in the sky fell to the ground and were beaten to death. Facing this spell that could be called a "natural disaster", at least more than a thousand people were killed. A savage became a corpse.

King Heafstad, who was supporting his body with a giant ax in one hand, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After using such a powerful spell, this mage should stop. He looked at the messy battlefield in front of him, and even If he wanted to withdraw his army, one of these strong barbarian elites could equal two humans. He was extremely sad to lose so much at once.

But the truth is not always so beautiful. Murphy's law says that when you are afraid of something, that thing will always happen. King Heafstad watched in horror as the mage took out a golden ball from the invisible void. Form, a golden ball of light floated on the mage's chest, glowing slightly.

Imrik smiled slightly. He originally wanted to use three exhausted [Sandstorms] to disperse the army at once. In this case, let them experience despair again.

[Summon the Mastiff-Headed God], [Monster Summoning], [Undead Summoning].

Imrik first cast a spell to summon a large number of creatures. A large number of more than a dozen summons led by the giant mantis in purgatory rushed towards the barbarian army. These barbarians who were accustomed to relying on their own strength faced these creatures with various immunity and The summons with a large number of spell-like abilities are well defended, but it is not easy to kill these summons.

The giant mantis cut a barbarian in half with one swing of his sword, and the mastiff-headed divine envoy also killed everyone in the crowd with his eleventh level paladin level, although the strength of these summons was far inferior to Drizzt and Bruno. Yes, but the advantage is that there are magic-like or body-size bonuses.

King Heefstadt roared angrily, picked up the sword and rushed towards the Mastiff-headed God. His powerful strength and high professional level allowed him to cut the sword in the hand of the Mastiff-headed God with one blow, and then waved his ax to kill the Mastiff. The head of the Godhead was cut off and sent back to heaven.

Standing in the sky, Imrik's eyes narrowed. This barbarian tribal leader seemed to be very powerful. Even a paladin with a professional level of 11 was not the opponent's enemy. Such a powerful barbarian, plus him The armor on his body that faintly exudes magic aura probably also has extremely strong spell resistance.

At this time, the dark elf holding a double blade appeared in front of King Heafstad, wrapped in black mist. He looked at him quietly without saying a word. He knew that this powerful barbarian had no one but him. is the opponent, he must stop the opponent with the scimitar in his hand.

Heefstar's fury doubled when he discovered that his new rival was a dark elf. "Sorcery dog!" he yelled, raising the huge ax high into the air.

As he spoke, Drizzt flicked his fingers, and a stream of purple fire burned from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Heefstar roared in fear of the magical flames, but the flames were only illusions and did not burn his skin. Drizzt rushed over, his scimitar roaring, and he kept attacking high and low. It was impossible for the barbarian king to block two elusive knives at the same time.

Blood trickled from the wounds, but Heefstad seemed to shake off the wounds caused by the slender scimitars with a flick of his hand, as if they were only slightly uncomfortable. The big ax was swung down, and although Drizzt blocked the blow, his arm was numb. The savage swung his ax again. Drizzt turned to avoid the fatal swing, but Heefstar lost his balance and fell a few steps, giving Drizzt a chance to fight back. Drizzt didn't hesitate, sinking one of his knives deeply into the Barbarian King's side.

Heefstar roared in pain and backhanded the Dark Elf. Drizzt thought his swing would be fatal, but the blunt side of Heafstar's ax struck him in the ribs and sent him flying. He was extremely surprised by the barbarian king's tenacity. The savages immediately rushed forward to finish off this dangerous enemy before he could stand firm.

But Drizzt was as nimble as a cat. He rolled in the air and landed on the ground, and faced him with the scimitar he held firmly in his other hand. Heafstar's ax was still raised helplessly on his head, and the astonished savage could not stop before the tip of the knife scratched his belly.

He glared at the dark elf, then struck down with his axe. Drizzt, already convinced of the barbarian's superhuman strength, acted defensively. He stabbed the second knife underneath the first, slicing Heafstad's abdomen horizontally.

Heefstad's ax fell limply to the ground, and he clutched at the wound to keep the blood from gushing from his stomach. His huge head hung from one side to the other, feeling like the world was spinning and he was sinking endlessly.

Ignoring the pursuit of the dwarves behind them, several barbarians rushed over desperately and caught the barbarian king before he fell to the ground. They desperately tried to protect King Heafstad. Two of them picked him up and took him away, while the other two faced Bruenor who was coming.

Although they knew that they would definitely die in the face of this equally powerful dwarf, their wish was to give their comrades enough time to bring the tribal king to a safe place.

Drizzt rolled over and away from the barbarians, then jumped up to regain his balance, wanting to pursue the two men carrying Heefstadt on their backs.

He had an ominous feeling that this terrible barbarian king could still survive even with such serious injuries, so he decided to get it done. But when he stood up, he also began to feel dizzy. The sides of his cloak were stained with his own blood, and he suddenly found himself breathless. He was drenched in sweat as the gleaming midday sun burned in his night-adapted eyes.

Drizzt fell into darkness.

Imric, who was standing in the sky, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the barbarian leader being dealt with. Otherwise, he would have used the [Legendary Spell Enhancement] once a day to kill the opponent. Fortunately, the dark elf killed him.

"Then it's my turn."

Imric raised the Orb of Metamagic in his hand and chanted a spell loudly.

[Extremely effective and powerful expansion—Fireball].

The power of the three shots was bombarded by the super-amplified fireball technique, causing three huge explosions like falling meteors from the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The three fused fireballs underwent drastic changes, and their power was immense. Hundreds of barbarians were torn apart by the huge explosion, and the remains of severed fingers that were burned to ashes were everywhere.

This terrifying explosion finally made these barbarians feel enough fear. The mages in the sky seemed to have endless spells, swaying their power wantonly.

In addition, the leader of his tribe was even seriously injured, and the surviving barbarian army began to retreat.