Lord of Spells from Faerûn

In the valley, Dragon's Well.

The chromatic dragons, the top creatures that usually dominate the continent of Faerûn, seem to be controlled idiots, wandering in the valley.

There is a huge wellhead in the center of the valley. Colorful dragons seem to be attracted by the dark and deep hole and jump involuntarily. There are constant chewing sounds from the wellhead, like a meat grinder squeezing flesh and blood.

There is a huge high platform in front of the Dragon Well, which is filled with a large number of senior officials and magicians of the Dragon Witch Cult. The leader is a priest with nine fingers, red eyes, and a luxurious purple robe.

"Deputy leader of the Dragon Witch Cult, Severin." Protunser said bitterly from the side. This cult's second-in-command had no idea how many conspiracies he had planned against the dragon.

"Jerome!" Protoncer suddenly shouted, calling out Jerome in the army.

"I need your help, Jerome." The golden dragon said softly.

Jerome was a little confused, and Imric also looked on coldly, wondering what the golden dragon was doing.

"Please tell me." Jerome said still enthusiastically.

The golden dragon nodded with satisfaction, and a deep voice exploded in the dragon's lungs: "You have a huge role, Jerome, protect yourself, and when the time comes, swallow it."

The golden dragon's huge claws took out a small golden bead. Jerome took it blankly and asked, "What is this? Mr. Golden Dragon? When will the time come?"

Jin Long chuckled, looked at Jerome with an indescribable look and said, "Haha, you will know when the time comes, lucky boy."

Imrik's heart stirred up. He didn't think the golden dragon was playing tricks. He remembered that in legends, most golden dragons had another identity. Priest.

The mage felt a little heavy in his heart. The devil, the god of hell, and now the existence behind the golden dragon was suspected of intervening. How many enemies did this descending dragon queen provoke?

Jerome returned to the team with the golden beads. At this time, the army was too frightened by the grotesque scene in front of them and did not pay attention to the golden dragon's words.

A soldier couldn't hold back at this time. He was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he accidentally shot out the bow and arrow in his hand, shooting straight towards the people on the high platform.

"Ding!" An invisible barrier blocked the bow and arrow. The huge barrier flashed in front of everyone, and it completely enveloped the Dragon Well.

Imrik frowned, raised his hand and cast a large number of evocation spells. Countless fireballs and lightning shot out from his hands, and explosions and electric currents were generated at the edge of the barrier, but it was all to no avail.

"Can this barrier be resolved?" Imrik asked.

Protonser glanced hesitantly and said, "We can give it a try."

Then, four metal dragons rose into the sky, and the breath power of the four dragons was gathered and sprayed at a point in the barrier, but until they spit it out, the barrier remained motionless.

"It seems that mortal spells don't work anymore." Imrik looked gloomy. The breath power of the four ancient dragons was enough to exceed the power of ordinary nine-ring spells, but it had no effect. It seemed that he had to use that one.

"Clinshinibon, drain the power of Waterdeep City and the Magic Crystal Tower outside the valley." Imric ordered.

Thousands of miles away in Waterdeep City, the Magic Crystal Tower suddenly collapsed and turned into powder, shocking everyone passing by.

A crystal appeared on Imrik's chest, which was the body of the Demonic Crystal. As the two Demonic Crystal Towers were drained of their power, the mage's will commanded the Demonic Crystal to begin overloading.

The broken magic crystal turned pitch black, as if the sunlight was rejected by it and could not reflect the color. Then it began to glow, and the light seemed to come from deep within the crystal, not from reflected sunlight, but from within.

As time passed by second by second, the hue of the broken magic crystal began to change continuously, red, green, and yellow, and the light began to rotate and rise along the strange crystal.

The light accumulates more and more, condensing continuously in the small crystals. The dancing light seems to be calling for release, and the explosive energy is condensed in one point.

"Destruction ray!"

In the adoring eyes of the coalition forces and the fearful eyes of the sorcerers on the high platform, the machine of destruction was launched. In an instant, an extremely thick scarlet laser shot out from the crystal and met the barrier. There was a fierce confrontation at the moment of collision.

"Zizzizi."

In less than a second, the barrier was penetrated by flames. A red dragon was hit by the flame ray, and his head was instantly pierced. Imrik then changed the angle and laboriously swept the ray across the entire field. .

"Zizzizi."

As the destruction ray cut, huge holes were continuously pulled out of the barrier, and all the real dragons that were touched could only watch themselves being cut in half by the slowly advancing destruction ray because they were controlled.

"Ah!!!" Imrik roared, the power in his hand continued to increase, and the speed of the destruction ray became faster and faster. Finally, after he swept his arm fiercely, the entire valley and the barrier were destroyed. The ray was cut in half.

Flames were everywhere. The high-ranking cult officials on the high platform had already been killed by the blow and could not escape. The sacrifices had stopped.

Protunser looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He naturally understood what kind of power this was: "Imric, this legendary spell is too powerful. I wonder if I can exchange it with you for a model of a legendary spell?"

Imrik felt something in his heart after hearing this. He didn't care about the circulation of knowledge. For him, the difference between him and the masses was the ability to cast unlimited spells. Even if someone was at the same level as him and had the same spells, So what.

So he readily agreed, nodded and said, "Of course, but you don't seem to have a mage profession. What's the use of collecting this?"

The golden dragon patted his chest proudly and said, "My wife is a legendary mage-level silver dragon. I collected it for her."

Imrik's face was expressionless. He suddenly felt that the appearance of the golden dragon made him very unhappy.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, thick dark clouds descended into the sky, scarlet light flashed, and a smell of burnt earth reached everyone's noses.

Imrik looked at the sky with a serious expression. He knew that the Dragon Queen's strongest ally was coming, the Lord of the Third Level of Hell - Archduke Mammon.

In the sky, a huge scarlet vortex formed, and a looming figure appeared in it. He looked like a poisonous snake with a human torso, head, and arms, waving a spear-like harpoon.

With His appearance, a deep and evil pressure descended on everyone, and a sense of impending disaster came.

"Interesting, a group of mortals also want to prevent the arrival of the gods. What you should do is to open your arms, embrace the power of the gods, rejoice in the birth of the gods, and praise the faces of the gods. Unruly, stupid humans." Evil. The sound came from the sound shadow in the sky, deafening.