Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Before the God of Loyalty could dodge, Bane had already rushed to his side, held his shoulders, and hugged Thom into his death embrace. Countless spikes pierced the lion-headed saint, and Tom roared in pain.

Both of them had lost all their strength, and they didn't fall just because they supported each other. Bane laughed, his voice low and hollow, echoing throughout Dragon Bay. Thom stared into the Dark Lord's eyes, revealed a sharp fang, and slowly pressed against Bane's throat.

The laughter of the God of Strife stopped abruptly.

"Here we come." Imric's face at the top of the tower was heavy. He knew that the most dangerous time would come next. The death of Thom and Bane would cause a disaster far greater than that caused by the fall of Mystra. The earth beneath the mage's feet has gathered a large number of civilians, and he must resist the first wave of impact before the bell of Alain Atrykus rings at midnight.

On the high tower, Midnight loosened the rope in her hand. It was useless. She tried again and again to make the Bell of Alan Atrykus ring again, but what greeted her was failure again and again.

"Try again!" Elminster roared, looking up at the sky of Tanris.

"Elminster, I can't do this." Midnight drooped her shoulders tiredly.

The sage's eyes never strayed from the strange lights above the city. At this time, the fragile link that maintained reality seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and magic beams penetrated the sky. The center of this energy network is the battlefield of the two saints. The vortexes caused by their power rise to the clouds, and the blue light traces are intertwined with amber green and red and black colors.

The magic network has been completely chaotic, various spell effects emerged from the void, and huge bolides fell from the sky, destroying every corner of the city. Buildings collapsed, ships were sunk, and Elminster saw a meteor hit the side of the Zhentil warship, blowing a large hole and sinking the ship forever into the Dragon's Bay.

Nine-ring protection spell [extremely effective and powerful expansion - iridescent sphere]!

The incomparable mana formed a huge iridescent light curtain in the air. The light screen was like a semicircular cover, encompassing the tower and the surrounding civilians, but Imrik did not stop.

Five Ring War Spell [Extremely Effective and Powerful Expansion - Force Field Wall] × 50!

A huge transparent force field covers the top of the red light curtain, layer after layer, guarding the safety of the light curtain.

"boom!!"

Fireballs hit the spell one after another, each one possessing power beyond the nine-ring spell [Meteor Explosion]. The sky was dyed fiery red, just like the arrival of the promised day predicted by God.

Under this terrible bombing, the force field wall was quickly penetrated. Even though Imric continued to cast spells to resist the impact of bolides, many bolides still exploded onto the [Rainbow Sphere], causing waves of shaking. .

Other areas of Tanres were not so lucky. In this violent arcane catastrophe, other residential areas had been completely razed to the ground. A large number of civilians who had not yet reached the tower were bombed to death on the way. Crying at midnight She tried to knock the big bell hard, but in vain. Every time the civilians lost their lives under the bombing, the power in her hands became even weaker.

Elminster in the tower felt his old heart beating rapidly, "You must try again." He spoke slowly and looked back at the black-haired mage.

Midnight knelt on the ground, holding the rope in her hands. "Can't you teleport the refugees into the barrier?"

"Magic cannot penetrate the barrier," said Elminster. "You know that."

Imrik was sweating profusely at this time. In addition to the bolide, various powerful and terrifying spells appeared in the twisted magic network, including black lightning, green acid water, and each magic had at least nine With the power of the ring spell, the force field wall was consumed at an alarming rate. Even if he continued to increase the force field wall instantly, it could not keep up with the speed of destruction.

The old sage walked to Midnight, he helped her stand up, and put his hand on her shoulder, his old palm carrying a heavy power.

"Midnight," Elminster said in a gentle tone, which was very different from his usual naughty and irritable tone. "Only you are capable of completing this task. Mystra also thinks so. It is time to repay her trust. Forget the fear in your heart and concentrate on Save this city."

After saying that, the old sage turned and left the clock tower. Midnight looked at his back in confusion and said, "Where are you going?"

The old sage said without looking back: "From now on, you can only rely on yourself."

Midnight turned back and stared blankly at the big clock, imagining how it would sound when it was struck. She could almost see it swinging from side to side, and could almost hear its resonance ringing through the clouds. She closed her eyes, the image still lingering in her mind.

Until this moment, Midnight finally understood why Elminster left, because only by eliminating external interference and concentrating on ringing the bell could she possibly make the bell ring again.

At this moment, Midnight had no thought, no consciousness, and no even breathing.

Then she pulled the rope, and the Bells of Alain Atricus sang again.

It was so powerful that it almost deafened Midnight. The biting cold wind blew on her body, and the amber light shone at the end of the bell tower. Black lightning met with it and climbed up to the sky. The iridescent light curtain that originally covered the surroundings had disappeared, and an invisible protective wall quickly spread out in all directions, panicking. The refugees of Tamris suddenly found themselves safe.

The power that can shake the [Iridescent Sphere] is like child's play in front of this invisible protective wall, and there is not even a ripple. The appearance of extremely dim golden lines on the protective wall indicates the source of the mysterious power.

Midnight ran outside the tower to observe the expansion of the protective wall, but it began to slow down after crossing the southern mountains. This made her gasp, and immediately returned to the tower, holding the rope again. The mage tried her best, ignoring the howling of the cold wind and the wild howling of the bells, and rang the Bell of Alain Atricus again and again. She no longer cared about herself, and only saw this building full of A devastated city.

Every time the bell rang, Midnight felt herself becoming weaker. The giant bell was like a greedy vampire, sucking all the power out of her body. Finally, she couldn't hold on anymore, and the rope in her hand loosened.

Midnight's persistence allowed the barrier to expand again. Even if it had not yet enveloped the castle and the Temple of Tom, it had already protected most of Tanres.

Imrik breathed a sigh of relief, and passed the first wave of impact, but

The mage looked into the distance with a hint of caution in his eyes. He didn't know if the explosion of the god's fall could be blocked by this protective wall.

"boom!!"

With a sudden loud noise, the bells began to sound chaotic, and a huge black shadow appeared among the mountains to the north of the city. Its shape shifted, blood-red energy stretching at its core. A second shadow also appeared behind it, but it was extremely blue, with an amber core that shone like the morning sun.