Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The black-robed mage glanced at the arrogant human noble, stretched out his hand, and a dark green light shot from his hand towards Kemp.

[Experience severe pain].

"Ah!! Damn...damn you!" The intense pain left Kemp unable to speak. He lay on the ground screaming, his whole body shaking and twisting like a spasm.

Cassios opened his mouth widely, his legs were trembling, and he pretended to be calm and said: "You, stop it! How can you attack Mr. Kemp!"

Imric ignored it, and the dark green light in his hand continued to shoot out. Tormented by intense pain, Kemp even wanted to bite off his tongue and commit suicide.

The dwarf Bruno looked happily at this hateful human who wanted to kill Drizzt. At this time, he was pleased with the black-robed mage.

When Kemp finally collapsed and died of pain, Imrik stopped manifesting his psychic powers. The mage used his powerful will to form invisible telekinesis, and lifted Kemp who was lying on the ground like a dead corpse. In mid-air, he said softly:

"This is to punish you for your harsh words and for attacking my friend Drizzt."

With the powerful force of thought, Kemp's head turned 360 degrees as if it had been twisted by an extremely powerful force. Under the twisted neck, the fragile spine had already been completely broken. Under Cassios's horrified eyes, , Imric casually threw Kemp to the ground, who was dying in a horrible way.

Then, he glanced around and said: "I don't want to act like a bandit, but I think you should also know the cost of hiring a mage, not to mention that I used a lot of high-level spells for this war, which costs 20,000 gold coins. The price is reasonable, and if there are still people who object, I can only think that you are insulting my character."

"Ah!!!" One of Kemp's personal guards, seeing the tragic death of his master, mustered up the courage to approach the mage and stab the opponent with the sharp blade in his hand.

Imric turned his head sharply, his dark eyes emitting extremely dazzling silver light.

[Psychic blast].

The psychic abilities strengthened by the full amount of spiritual energy points completely turned the guard's brain into a pulp. The powerful psychic storm was like a giant hammer that flattened his head. The five holes of the guard were spurting out blood and white. The brains fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone around them couldn't help but feel scared. Even Aguowa, who spoke up to help Imrik, couldn't help but be afraid. They had to admit that 20,000 gold coins was definitely a very reasonable and favorable price for such a powerful mage. If you don't even give this, it is completely insulting behavior that you think the other party is not worthy.

Seeing everyone's agreement, Imrik nodded with satisfaction. Not only did he harvest more than five thousand high-quality corpses, but he also earned a year's tuition. The price was only the metamagic and spell-like abilities that could be restored the next day. He turned back to Drizzt, murmuring a prayer under his breath.

[Heal serious injuries].

The light of divine magic lit up on the dark elf's body. As the powerful healing function took effect, Drizzt slowly opened his eyes. He glanced around weakly, and there was a suspicious glint in the corner of Bruno's eyes. , he wiped the corners of his eyes and said loudly: "You are finally awake, dark elf kid, if you don't wake up, I will slap you awake with my big mouth!"

Drizzt glanced at Bruno in confusion, then gently laid his head back on the ground, looked up at the blue sky and murmured to himself: "I thought I was going to die like this."

The high-intensity battle that lasted all day made the dark elf, whose professional level was as high as 18, unable to bear it. He squinted his eyes slightly tiredly, his heart was empty, and he just wanted to sleep like this until the next morning.

Bruno's noisy voice rang in his ears: "Huh, if Imric hadn't saved you, you might have really died! I don't know why you are working so hard."

The dark elf smiled bitterly and did not answer. Of course the dwarf knew what he was doing. In order to save innocent people from being brutally slaughtered, even if the cost was his life, he wanted to make the greatest effort with his own strength.

Seeing Drizzt wake up, Imric took out a round sphere with curved protrusions on all sides. He smiled and said, "Now that you're awake, let's take a good rest."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the blue halo.

Imrik returned to the battlefield, and controlled the sphere in his hand to fly over the corpses with his mind. This was the locator of [Twilight Star].

Invisible space fluctuations were generated where the locator passed by, and each corpse disappeared into the void and was transported to [Twilight Star]. Then he went to the mountainside, with a total of 5,400 corpses, all of them Being transported back to [Twilight Star], these will be the materials for him to create an undead army next.

On the other side, Bruno took Drizzt away from the battlefield. He knew that his companions now needed time to rest and recuperate.

While passing by Lake Dinisha, Bruno saw a mead townsman turning a lame and unconscious young barbarian onto his back, preparing to end his life with a dagger.

Bruno came to them and recognized the boy as the flag bearer who had dented his helmet, so he asked the fisherman not to stab him yet. "Don't kill him. He is just a little boy. He must not know what he and his people are doing."

"Fuck you!" said the fisherman angrily. "Then let me ask you, will these bitches have mercy on our children? He has already one foot in the grave."

"I say again, you are not allowed to touch him!" Bruno roared, his ax tapping impatiently on his shield. "I'm very persistent!"

The fisherman yelled back, but he had seen Bruno's martial arts in battle and knew better than to mess with him. He sighed bitterly and left to find other unprotected victims.

The boy rolled over on the grass and groaned.

"So you're not dead yet!" Bruno said. He knelt beside the boy's head, grabbed his hair and pulled him up, looking into his eyes.

"Listen to me, boy. I saved your life here, and I'm not sure why, but don't think you've been forgiven by the people of Ten-Towns. I want you to see the misery your people have brought. Result. Maybe you have the killing factor in your blood. If so, then you should let those fishermen's knives kill you here! But I feel that you are different, and you will have time to prove it to me. "

He continued: "You shall serve me and my people in our mines for five years, until you prove yourself worthy of life and liberty."

Bruno saw that the boy had passed out again. "Never mind it then," he murmured. "Before you do all this, you must listen to me and don't doubt it!" He put the savage's head back on the grass, gently.

The war is over, but the scars caused will take a long time to heal. No matter the body or the mind, there is no right or wrong, everything is for survival.