Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Seventh Ring War Spell [Extremely Effective and Powerful Spell Enhancement Spell Split Spell Twins - Advanced Chain Lightning]!

Violent lightning gathered in Imric's hand, shining like a small sun. The sizzling violent current formed a ball of light. The silver-haired mage flicked it, and the countless lightning bolts were as fast as snakes. Meandering out.

One after another lightning struck the demon people, and then fission-like turned into more lightning. Countless demon people were turned into coke by the violent lightning, and their pus-flowing bodies were roasted and emitted... The vomiting rotten smell, more and more lightning, formed a day-like light curtain in the sky, like a grand symphony, the beautiful notes kept beating, and the violent roar was their accompaniment.

Finally, everything came to an end, and the corpses of 2,500 monsters fell to the ground like raindrops. Not one more, but not too few. These monsters who relied on their own flying ability were frightened by the scene in front of them and screamed. They thought they would be able to survive with their high power. Due to his mobility, no spell can kill him. Just like the huge meteor just now, the number of monsters killed by it was very small, but the terrifying human in front of him killed thousands of his companions with just a casual spell. !

At this moment, all the demons were attracted. They flew towards the mage who was the greatest threat in the sky. Even at midnight, all the demons surrounding him disappeared. The female mage couldn't help but be curious when she saw this. Completely wrapped, she was unaware of her surroundings, but felt the ground shaking continuously.

At this time, the demon people left, and she saw everything outside through the rainbow light sphere. There were green flames everywhere, and dozens of tall demons were efficiently slaughtering the undead creatures all over the mountains and plains at extremely fast speeds. She couldn't help but Cold sweat, what's going on?

"midnight!!"

A familiar voice caught her attention. She turned around and saw that it was Kelanwo! The warrior was running towards her with a long sword, killing all the undead creatures in his way.

"Kelenvor!" Midnight shouted excitedly. She untied the barrier of [Rainbow Light Sphere], ran towards the opponent, and hugged the warrior tightly.

"Are you okay?" the soldier asked.

Midnight nodded vigorously and took out the slate in his hand: "Look, I found it, the second slate!"

Kelanvor's eyes dimmed and he said: "I lost the stone tablet you gave me. I later went back to the place where the explosion occurred to look for it, but there was nothing. I suspect Melkor had someone steal it."

Midnight was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel the ridiculousness of fate. After all the hard work, he got the second slate, but the first slate disappeared again.

"No!" Midnight suddenly came back to his senses and shouted loudly, "Melkor, he is the only one left. As long as we kill him, we can solve everything!"

Kelanvor looked at her in astonishment and asked, "Are you crazy? Kill the God of Death?"

Midnight lowered his head and touched his heart, shook his head vigorously and said: "No, I am no longer the same as before. No, it should be said that I have always had such power, I can kill him, you must believe me, Kellanvor.”

At this moment, the female mage finally understood that the endless mysterious knowledge and the easy control of the magic network were the goddess's last gifts to herself, and they were also the responsibilities she had to shoulder. She would replace the goddess and bring down the evil three gods of death. Kill them all! !

Kelanvor took a deep breath and said: "Let's not talk about it for now. It's not safe here. The golem summoned by Imric is fighting these undead creatures. We have to leave the dead city first, with Elminster and the army. meet."

The female mage nodded, and the two of them ran towards the exit of the dead city. All the undead creatures blocking the road were chopped down by the strong warriors. Midnight gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain in her head, and continued to release spell support. The two of them walked around the paths. , approaching the Black Stick Tower in the south.

Below the dead city, Melkor, who was about to arrive at the location of the female mage, felt that the stone slabs began to move again.

"Let's see where they take the tablet," he said to himself, "and then we decide what to do." Death turned around and walked back the way he came.

Cyric, a hundred feet away, noticed the zombie changing direction and cursed secretly. In order to track the zombies and their owners, he had spent half a day in the dark, smelly ditch. His nerves could no longer bear the burden of brushing against death again and again.

When he first entered the sewer, he almost had a chance to snatch the slab away. Zombies were attacking a patrol, and by the light of their torches, the thieves saw a guard chop off the arm of the zombie carrying the bag, and the slab fell into the water. Cyric hid under the water and swam through the jungle-like legs and feet, but just when he was within reach of the bag, a violent vibration came from the ground. He lost his grip, and then two hands snatched it away. .

The thief drew his weapon, rose to the surface, and tried to attack the man who had snatched the tablet away. But he immediately noticed Melkor casting a spell and smelled an acidic smell. He dived back underwater and walked away, and behind him, a cloud of poisonous gas killed the patrol. Since then, Cyric has stalked Death in the sewers, waiting for another chance to seize the tablet.

Cyric walked up the front passage, and his hand touched a ladder leading to a manhole. The thief climbed up the ladder, waiting with bated breath for the zombies to pass by, until the commotion was a hundred feet away, then climbed down.

Melkor did not know that he was being followed, and he focused solely on maintaining contact with the tablet and following it through the complex labyrinth of the sewers. As Midnight and Kelanvor walked through the chaotic streets, he had to pause, with no way to go. The passage would occasionally take unexpected turns, and he would have to turn back and find the route again.

Finally, the stone stopped moving, and Melkor was sure it had reached its destination. He walked along the passage to a ladder, climbed up, and lifted the lid just enough to see into the building his enemies had entered.

He had long noticed this tall tower without doors or windows. It belonged to Khelben "Blackstaff" Orosan, one of the most powerful wizards in Waterdeep. There are still a large number of troops stationed around the tower.

Melkor laughed sadly, just in time to catch them all.

Endless magic poured out of his body, and the rich aura of death attracted the attention of the undead creatures in the cemetery, as well as all the monsters, whether they were undead creatures fighting Hellfire, or fighting Imric. The fighting monsters, as if they had been summoned, quickly moved towards the south exit of the dead city. The vast army was like a doomsday, dyeing the air black.

"Yes, go, my people, turn all the living into the dead, turn all the colors into gray, I am the only one in the world, and only death is eternal!" Melkor raised his hands, enjoying being killed intoxicatedly In the wrapped world, the cold wind is biting, and the god of death with a sickle has officially appeared.