Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Jerome and others looked at the terrifying power caused by Imric in shock. [Meteor Explosion] This level of spell has exceeded their imagination. Even Jerome, a 13th level paladin, may be facing four The bombing of each meteor explosion will result in death or injury.

"Now, are you willing to hand over Drak's Horn to me?" Imrik said loudly, looking at the white dragon on top of the iceberg in the distance.

Bailong looked ugly, but he couldn't hand over the horn. This not only involved the group of lunatics from the Dragon Witch Cult, but also a more lofty existence.

He took a deep breath, and one of the scales on his body dimmed.

A three-ring transformation spell——[Advanced Magic Tooth Technique].

Alauser's dragon fangs and claws became sharper and more terrifying, with a frightening magical aura attached to them. He knew that he had to use the dragon's physical power to have a chance to fight the mage in front of him.

"Hail spell!"

The white dragon spoke dragon language, and a ball covered with ice spikes came out of his mouth and shot towards Imrik. The ice ball exploded in mid-air, and countless ice cubes and ice spikes were shot in all directions.

Seeing that the incoming ice spikes were extremely sharp, Imric raised his hand and released a [Force Field Wall]. The invisible wall blocked all the ice spikes like an indestructible shield.

But Alauser already knew that this simple three-ring energy evocation spell could not solve the opponent. What followed closely was the sharp nails on his huge dragon claws.

The dragon's claws roared past with the strong wind, and Arauther's dragon body flashed behind Imric, and the fatal attack was right in front of him.

A smile appeared on Imrik's lips. [Early Warning Technique] had already shown him the white dragon's attack route. His figure disappeared, and a [Power Wall Technique] rose from behind, blocking the attack of the dragon's claws.

"Dang!" After the dragon claw was blocked, what remained in place was a group of pitch-black tentacles.

[Aivar Black Tentacle].

The black tentacles rose from the ground and were well prepared to wrap around the white dragon's body. Fortunately, as a true dragon, the white dragon is extremely powerful. He pulled with all his strength and all the tentacles wrapped around him were removed. Tear it off and turn into a black mist and disappear into the air.

As soon as Arauther raised his head, he saw Imric standing in mid-air pointing a finger at him, and countless fiery red laser rays were attacking him.

【Scorching Ray】×20.

Sixty laser rays shot out from Imric's hand quickly, forming a rain of fire that filled the sky. Arauther roared angrily, covered his head with his dragon claws, and used his hardest dragon body to resist this wild wave of magic offensive.

"How is it possible! How could he release so many scorching rays at once? Damn it, even magic storage equipment cannot store so many spells. Could it be some kind of advanced spell of scorching rays? Damn it, this level may reach eight The level of ring magic."

Alauser endured the scorching ray offensive, and the hot laser smashed small craters on the surface of his dragon body. As an ancient white dragon, its powerful spell resistance allowed it to withstand this terrifying magic laser, but at the cost, The surface of his body was left with numerous numb holes.

Alauser unfolded his dragon wings and activated the spell-like ability [Freezing Mist]. A large amount of extremely low-temperature mist emitted from his body. He chanted the dragon language loudly in the fog that made him unable to see his fingers: "Higher Heroic Art!"

The sixth-level spell [Advanced Heroic Art] brought extremely powerful bonuses to Bailong's body. His speed became faster and his power became greater. The huge dragon body rushed out of the mist like lightning, rapidly Crash into Imrik.

[Power Wall Technique].

An invisible force field appeared in front of Imrik again, and Bai Long felt depressed. How many force wall spells had the mage memorized? He couldn't use them all.

The scales on Alauser dimmed again, and a dark green ray hit the force field wall.

A six-ring conjuration spell - [Dissociation].

The moment the dissociation technique came into contact with the force field wall, it easily dissolved the force field wall. Without the obstruction of the force field wall, Alauser was confident that he could easily tear this fragile mage to pieces with his dragon claws.

"boom!"

With an incredible look in his eyes, Arauther hit a force field wall, and the recoil knocked him hard back to the ground. Imrik looked at him with a chuckle, not really thinking that he would just let go. The force field wall is gone.

"Ho! Damn mage!" Alauser got up from the ground and roared angrily. Since the beginning, this mage has already cast four or five force field walls instantly. He doesn't believe that these are the opponent's nine-level memory spell slots. What is released must rely on its own magic storage equipment, but even if it is an artifact, I am afraid it will consume all the spell slots today!

Imrik raised his hand and pointed at the white dragon, activating the ability to break the magic crystal.

Eight-ring energy evocation spell——[Yangyan Explosion].

Light appeared.

A huge ball of light appeared next to Bai Long. In an instant, an extremely violent explosion occurred, covering an area of ​​three to four hundred square meters.

Although the range of the spell is not as large as [Meteor Explosion], the power of the central explosion of Yangyan Explosion has reached the level of a nuclear bomb. The terrifying flames engulfed the white dragon, and the explosion rising into the sky formed a small mushroom cloud.

Iceland once again suffered an unbearable attack. The entire iceberg made a "rumbling" sound. The strong earthquake knocked the kobold army to the ground, and Iceland was torn apart.

"Ouch!" Bai Long wailed. One-third of his dragon body was melted by the high temperature of the Yang Yan Explosion. The entire left wing and two dragon claws were completely vaporized. The Yang Yan Explosion blasted through the ice at Bai Long's feet. , Arauther sank into the cold sea water weakly.

[Manipulate water bodies].

Imrik's will stirred the water of the sea, and the huge wave pushed Alauther onto the fragments of the iceberg. Imrik's body flew down from the sky. Looking at the dying white dragon, he couldn't help but sigh. The dragon's vitality was so powerful that one-third of its body was vaporized, yet it was still able to survive.

The mage took out a purple crystal, which emitted a disastrous light under the sunlight: "Control it, Clinshinibon."

The broken magic crystal launched a powerful domination force, and Arauther, who was already dying and unable to resist, was instantly controlled.

"Give me the Drak's Horn," Imric commanded.

The white dragon sluggishly spit out a huge dragon horn-like horn from its mouth. It showed a deep black ebony tone, with dragon runes wrapped in bronze strips, and the whole body exuded a terrifying purple fire.

Imrik saw a strong magical aura on it, and it was obvious that this was the dragon artifact - [Drac's Horn].

Imrik took out the locator and sent Alauther back to the [Twilight Star]. He was an ancient dragon and could not be wasted. Devouring him could greatly increase Imrik's life level again.

Then, he looked at the huge horn. When he raised his hand to take the horn in his hand, an accident happened.