Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Troll Roaring Forest, Santal Wizard Tower.

After Imric sent Alston to the Caribbean, he took the ancient white dragon in [Twilight Star] to the Fountain of Youth to sacrifice.

Now, Imric's life level has evolved to a terrifying level of 32, as powerful as an ancient white dragon. As a [Dragon of Spell Storage], that white dragon has a higher life level than the normal ancient white dragon's level 30. powerful.

In addition, the dragon eggs were also sent to the [Twilight Star] for hatching. A total of sixty-two dragon eggs were quietly waiting to be born under the careful care of many servants.

"Is there any way to increase the birth rate of dragon eggs?" Imrik asked curiously.

The conditions for the birth of each dragon egg are extremely harsh. For example, the egg of the white dragon needs to stay in sub-zero water for 12 hours a day before being taken out.

During the incubation process of dragon eggs, if there is any negligence, the hatching of dragon eggs will fail. This is one of the reasons why the number of real dragons has always been very small.

The voice of the broken magic crystal sounded in Imrik's heart: "Master, the hatching conditions for dragon eggs are necessary. My master once created a spell that can corrupt dragon eggs into death dragon eggs, ensuring that the true death will be hatched from them. The existence of dragons is also a way you can consider it.”

After hearing this, Imric flatly refused: "Why would I want a group of undead true dragons? Moreover, do you know how much hatred of true dragons will be attracted by the appearance of such a large number of undead creatures in the form of true dragons?"

Then he decided: "Let the hatching servants in the demiplane do the hatching. As for how many of them can survive, it depends on God's will."

Imrik walked out of the mage tower. A group of trolls were patrolling outside. After seeing Imrik, they knelt down respectfully and saluted.

These are a tribe of trolls living in the Troll Roaring Forest. After Imric ruled the Mage Tower and the surrounding areas, this group of trolls was discovered and recovered by Imric as patrol guards of the Mage Tower.

The Troll Roaring Forest is extremely huge, spreading even to the seaside of the Sword Coast to the west. Imric has been sending trolls to explore the depths of the forest in recent days, trying to get a glimpse of the whole forest.

"Master, a kobold broke in here." A troll came over at this time and said in a buzzing voice.

Imric raised his eyebrows. He ordered the broken magic crystal to cast a prophecy spell. A silver mirror appeared in front of him. Sure enough, a group of kobolds appeared in the mirror.

"They seem to have some kind of mark on them?" Imrik noticed that the kobolds seemed to have unified marks on their bodies.

"Catch them and keep them alive." Imrik ordered.

The trolls clapped their chests and ran into the forest excitedly. Not long after, they each came back with a kobold in hand. One of the trolls couldn't even hold back. The kobold in his hand had already had its arm chewed off and was dying.

The kobolds were thrown in front of Imric. They looked at the black-robed mage in front of them and knew that he was the leader of this group of trolls. They knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy.

But their leader was different. The kobold just stared at Imric fiercely and said: "Damn humans, if you dare to kill us, the mother of conspiracy will not let you go!"

Imric raised his eyebrows. He learned from the kobold's heart that this being named [Mother of Conspiracies] turned out to be a powerful green dragon!

"An ancient green dragon?" Imrik thought with interest as he looked at the kobold's inner memory.

"What ability does your master have?"

The mage activated the power of [Dominating Monsters], and the kobold's weak will instantly fell into his control.

"The master knows magic! He can spit acid! The master is a powerful real dragon!" the kobold said vaguely.

Imric frowned. He learned from the kobold's memory that the ancient green dragon could actually use the ability to "control monsters".

However, [Dominate Monsters] is a nine-ring enchantment spell. The ancient green dragon's warlock level is theoretically only equivalent to level 15, so it is impossible to cast a nine-ring spell.

"It seems that he is another true dragon who has become a mage." Imrik felt a little wary in his heart. An ancient green dragon with powerful spellcasting ability is not a piece of trash like the white dragon!

Even an ordinary ancient green dragon has a challenge level as high as level 22, not to mention that this green dragon also has an extremely advanced mage profession!

"Were you summoned here by Drak's horn?"

From the memory of the kobolds, we learned that this green dragon had only recently appeared in the forest and recovered them. Obviously, she was also one of the true dragons summoned by Drak's horn.

What he didn't know was that far away, deep in the forest, in the green dragon's lair, the Mother of Shadows had set her sights on the Santal Mage Tower.

In the green dragon's lair, a huge female green dragon held a tiny crystal ball in her hand. She had just cast a prophecy spell and learned of the existence of Santal Mage Tower.

The picture that appeared in the crystal ball was exactly where the group of kobolds were, but the figure of the master of the mage tower they faced was blank.

"Did you cast [Avoid Detection]?" A sly smile appeared on the green dragon's lips.

"It doesn't matter. Soon, I will know your true face."

The green dragon climbed out of its lair, fluttering its wings and roaring. Outside her lair, a large number of kobolds and trolls gathered together.

"My servants, the Troll Roaring Forest is my creation! My territory! Prepare to assemble! Conquer this entire forest for me!"

——

The words are divided into two parts. In the roaring forest of trolls, when the green dragon tried to conquer the forest, Spain in another world also launched its first war with France.

"Everyone, drink the water in your hands!" On the battlefield on the border, an officer yelled at his soldiers.

All of them hold a glass of dark water in their hands, which is a high-level magic potion from the Necromancy School of the Red Robe Mage brought by Alston. These potions can be diluted and taken to make people lose their sense of pain.

The soldiers looked at the black potion in their hands and felt nervous, but they also knew that a war was imminent and it was impossible for the army to poison themselves, so they gritted their teeth and drank it while holding their noses.

"Roar!!"

The soldiers who drank the potion scratched their necks one after another, as if they felt a severe pain that was unbearable. Black blood vessels protruded from the corners of everyone's eyes, and their eyes turned pitch black.

After a while, the effect of the potion passed, and the severe pain seemed to disappear. The soldiers stood up one after another as if they were surviving, but the dark pupils in their eyes did not disappear.

"Feel the power of this magical potion!"

The officer took out a knife and scratched his hand. He looked as if nothing had happened. He even used the knife to peel off a piece of skin. Then he took out a piece of gauze, bandaged his hand and announced to them:

: "Drink this bottle of medicine, and you will be invincible and unable to feel pain. Now, go crush the army of those Gallic chickens! Gentlemen!"