Lord of Spells from Faerûn

There was a simple wooden wall and a watchtower near the portal. After everyone walked out of the wooden wall, they found that there was still a long tunnel outside. There was a torch every few dozen meters in the tunnel, lighting up the distance.

According to the map markings, there is a dangerous area on the second floor, where a large group of goblins gather. This is everyone's first destination.

The wealth of Leyline City has always been gathered in the habitat of monsters, whether it is the inheritance of adventurers killed by them, or the treasures they collected themselves.

"Be careful, it's almost here." The dwarf Zach reminded. As a race accustomed to living underground, he is very sensitive to the underground environment.

Suddenly, everyone heard a subtle voice coming from the front. Imrik recited a spell and blessed himself with shield spells and mage armor. The bard also blessed himself with magic - blade protection.

Everyone looked at each other, and Domira walked silently into the distance with mysterious steps. Soon after, she came back, spreading her hands and shaking her head to express that she had not noticed anything.

In order to prevent sudden battles, Imric used the second-level monster summoning technique to summon a purgatory wolf and let it explore the path ahead.

While walking, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a bow and arrow shot out from an unknown corner in the distance, nailing the Purgatory Wolf.

The unintelligent purgatory beast howled in pain, attracting the attention of the distant goblin tribe. Several goblins ran out and saw Imric and his party shouting: "Humans! Humans!"

As the noise rang out, many goblins emerged, even a dozen big goblins appeared.

Imric looked back gloomily at the direction where the bow and arrow was shot. Although he didn't know who was responsible, it was obvious that the other party's purpose was to cause a fight between the goblins and him.

Jerome saw the goblin appear and shouted warily: "Get ready to fight!"

Everyone drew their weapons, and Hamlein nervously raised the harp on his back. The large number of goblins made him feel no sense of security at all.

Imrik recited a spell, and the breath of death emanated from him: "Manipulate the dead!"

Imrik cast this three-ring necromantic spell, turning the bones of an adventurer next to him into a zombie.

The goblins rushed up, and the Purgatory Wolf was the first to pounce on it, biting a goblin tightly, regardless of the surrounding goblins attacking it.

Then everyone entered the arena one by one and started fighting with the goblins.

Several goblins broke through the front row of melee defenses and rushed towards the bard. Hamlein was so frightened that he made several spell-casting gestures with his hands and recited a spell: "The earth is shaking!"

As he released this one-ring energy evocation spell, the little goblins around him who were about to pounce on him staggered and fell to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

Then he took out his dagger and struck the goblins one by one, but his weak physical condition made it difficult for him to kill any of them.

The black-robed mage looked at the bard's embarrassment and shook his head. He recited a spell, and a yellow-green liquid formed a sphere and gathered in his hand: "Ma Youfu acid arrow."

Second-level spell - Ma Youfu's acid arrow.

A ray splashed out from the sphere, hitting a goblin, and continued to spread strong acid liquid on the ground, covering the other collapsed goblins.

The strong acid liquid quickly corroded the bodies of these goblins, and the little goblins could only scream and watch themselves being corroded into skeletons.

Hamlein breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Imrik gratefully.

Imric focused his attention on the frontal battlefield, raised his hands, and gathered a bloody magic ball. A ray shot towards the copper furnace. The original and surging blood power continued to pour out from the copper furnace's body. It looked up to the sky and roared. , slapping a goblin to death with one palm, venting the infinite energy brought by the spell.

Second level spell - bloody rage.

Immediately afterwards, he recited the incantation again and pointed a finger at the Faqu creature. The copper furnace yelled and an arm grew on his hand.

Third Ring Spell - Blessing of the Four-Wall Orangutan.

With the blessing of two transformation spells, the copper furnace showed great power, and its four arms took turns to fight, constantly beating the little goblins to death.

The dozen or so hobgoblins on the opposite side could no longer sit still, and they also rushed over on violent wolves.

Seeing the hobgoblins in the distance wanting to join the battlefield, how could Imric let them do so? The black-robed mage stretched out a hand, and the amazing fire elements gathered in it, and an extremely compressed fireball was summoned. .

"Boom!" As the third-ring magic fireball hit the center of the hobgoblin, an explosion sounded inside the hobgoblin, killing five or six people at once. Seeing this powerful power, the other hobgoblins couldn't help shouting in fright: "Mage! Mage!"

They gave up the little goblins without looking back and ran back to the camp, leaving only the remaining little goblins fighting with everyone.

Seeing that even their bosses had run away, the surviving little goblins were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and tried to escape. Imric cast a spider web spell, and large tracts of white spider webs were formed on the ground, and none of them had time to run away. The fallen goblin was entangled in dense spider silk and could not move.

Jerome and others stepped forward and chopped the trapped goblins to death one by one. After killing these goblins, everyone did not relax their vigilance. They have not forgotten the arrows that caused these goblins.

"Bah bang bang." A burst of applause came from the distance.

Several figures emerged from the distance, and a voice came from a short figure: "Wonderful battle, but how many spell slots do you have left? Black-robed mage, hey, you told me a long time ago that it is right to follow us. s Choice."

It turned out to be the halfling sorceress from the tavern before.

Domila looked at the other party angrily: "You stinky cousin, you are so insidious. Do you think we have no fighting power? I'm sorry, these goblins don't cost me much effort at all."

The sorceress laughed loudly and said: "I don't pay attention to you rabble at all. My purpose is just to let these goblins consume this mage's spell slots. Although I can't recognize them all, you just used at least seven of them." Spells, as well as third-level spells such as fireball and corpse control, I want to see how many spell slots you have left."

The sorceress believes that this mage is only at level six at most, otherwise he would not join this group of adventurers who are generally only at level five.

"What nonsense are you talking to them about? I can't wait to tear off the paladin's head."

Among the teammates beside the sorceress, a strong gnoll warrior said cruelly that he was a level 8 warrior. Although there was a gap between him and the dragonborn paladin, the advantages brought by his level gave him the confidence to defeat the opponent.

The black-robed mage looked at the team of professionals who were generally level 7 to 8 across the way, smiled and said vicious words: "How sad, sorceress, your low self-esteem really makes me feel pity for you. , does being rejected by me make you so angry? Since you can't wait to die so much, then I will let you understand what it means to die in a right way."

Imrik's ruthless taunts made the sorceress scream angrily: "Damn mage! I'm going to skin you!"