Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Gallby used all his strength to pierce the dire wolf's heart with his sword, and kicked away the goblin next to him.

He raised his head and gasped, looking at the short goblin holding a staff sitting on a ferocious wolf in the distance, and couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

Goblins are the old enemies of Banyue Village, but today's situation is far beyond what Gallebi has seen in his life. At least forty or fifty goblins and a dozen ferocious wolves work together to attack Banyue Village.

All the credit for this was caused by the goblin warlock opposite. Gallby had no way of knowing the level of the opposing Goblin Warlock, but one thing was certain that it was definitely better than Old John.

As early as half an hour ago, the goblin used a three-ring fireball to blast through the wooden gate of Banyue Village. The raging flames swept away and engulfed the three guards standing by the door.

What's even more frightening is that after the goblin succeeded in the attack, he never wasted his spells, but instead sent other goblins and dire wolves to attack the village.

According to Old John, even if it is just a fifth-level warlock who has just come into contact with third-level spells. All have at least three third-level spell slots. In other words, that terrible fire spell can be released twice.

Gallebi couldn't help but feel despair. Banyue Village was a small village, and he was the only professional. Even if he added the fourth-level mage Old John from the caravan, and the third-level warrior Carrot Waters, he might not be these. Goblin rival.

"Old John! Have you thought carefully about it? If we don't use those scrolls, we may not be able to survive!" Gallebi yelled at Old John.

Old John on the wooden wall looked hesitant and full of pain. He knew that based on the current situation on the battlefield, he had basically no hope of victory.

A large amount of supplies from the caravan are still in the village. Of course, these supplies include the 150 scrolls bought from Imrik today, 70 of which are magic missile scrolls.

If he used these scrolls, he was confident that he could destroy most of the goblins. However, Old John was just a hired mage, and the owner of the chamber of commerce behind the caravan was not easy to deal with.

Old John's five first-level spell slots and three second-level spell slots have been completely used up today, and even his own scrolls have been basically used up. It would take at least two magic missiles to kill a goblin completely, let alone those ferocious dire wolves.

If Old John uses up all the spell scrolls, he will owe a huge sum of money. As a normal low-level mage, Old John has no ability to make money from wholesale scrolls like Imrik.

Not only do you practice spells every day (ordinary mages can't use new spells just by copying them from a spell book, spells must be learned in depth before they can be remembered in the mind), in addition, they must practice for a long time before they can become proficient in magic. Release, otherwise the mage will easily fail to cast spells due to insufficient concentration, or have a poor hit rate.) will consume most of the spell slots, and he must reserve at least part of the spell slots every day to deal with various emergencies.

Not to mention that since he took this job, all his spell slots must be on standby every day to be fully prepared in case the caravan encounters danger. Therefore, these 150 scrolls are a huge sum for Old John. A huge amount of money that cannot be repaid.

However, even if most of the goblins were eliminated, those dire wolves, and most importantly, the goblin warlock of unknown level. . .

Old John felt bitter. A fifth-level warlock has the ability to have more spell slots than a wizard of the same level. Normally, a fifth-level wizard has two spell slots, but a fifth-level warlock has at least three. If the charm value is adjusted, then Maybe up to five.

Fortunately, looking at the ugly appearance of the little goblin, we can roughly confirm that its charm is not too high.

But according to Old John's experience, the goblin warlock's skillful casting gestures and powerful power when he released the fireball spell just now, the goblin warlock probably reached level six. In other words, it has at least four third-level spell slots. This is enough to have a decisive effect on the battlefield.

Just when Old John made up his mind to send someone back to get the spell scroll, a spell sounded behind him.

A first-level spell—magic missile.

Three scarlet magic spheres whizzed past Old John and hit the head of a goblin on the left side of Galbi. The powerful force field damage knocked the little goblin away and lay on the ground. It seems that I am exhaling more and inhaling less.

Old John looked back and said in surprise: "Imrik? Why are you here?"

Imrik put down the gesture he had just cast, put his hands into the wide black wizard robe, and said with a smile: "The goddess of luck told me that today is my harvest day, so I came here."

"Old John, do you need my help?"

"Of course! But, what price do I have to pay?" Old John looked at Imrik warily. In fact, he had roughly guessed Imrik's request.

"It's a very small price, Old John. You only need to lend me your spell book to copy a copy after the battle." Imrik looked at Old John happily. He knew that this was Old John. An offer that couldn't be refused.

Old John gritted his teeth and said: "Deal, but I want to remind you that those spell scrolls cannot be used, and I have no money to repay."

Imrik walked gently in front of Old John, analyzed the situation on the field, and said without looking back: "No need, I brought a lot myself."

Imric took out a bottle filled with fiery red liquid from his pocket. Old John said in surprise: "Fire Glue!"

While Imrik was chanting, he threw the bottle forward with all his strength. When the bottle flew to the highest point, he stretched out his finger.

Second-level spell - wind creation.

A strong wind appeared on the battlefield. The villagers and soldiers hurriedly inserted their swords into the ground to stabilize their bodies. The goblin who was leaning on the dire wolf also grabbed the dire wolf to prevent himself from being blown away. The small bottle filled with blazing glue flew to the location of the goblin warlock in the far distance with the force of the wind.

The goblin warlock hurriedly prepared to cast a spell to release the second-level spell scorching ray, trying to intercept the unknown liquid from the air. But due to the strong wind, by the time the Goblin Warlock was ready, the bottle had already flown in front of it.

Three fiery red blazing lasers were fired at the blazing glue from the goblin warlock's hand, but unfortunately, the blazing glue ignited when exposed to heat, and a strong explosion burst out from the bottle, comparable to the effect caused by the fireball spell.

The fierce flames ignited the body of the goblin warlock in front of him, and the wind assisted the fire. The strong wind brought abundant oxygen, which caused the burning glue to burn more violently.

The goblin warlock screamed and was thrown to the ground by the dire wolf whose crotch was also set on fire. After a while, he stopped moving. A sixth-level warlock with a third-level spell was unjustly burned to death.

Imrik couldn't help wiping cold sweat, feeling incredible at the stupidity of this goblin warlock.

The surrounding goblins saw everything in front of them and couldn't help shouting: "The high priest is dead! The high priest is dead! Run quickly! If you don't run, you will be hacked to death by the high priests!"

Like dominoes, the other goblins who didn't notice couldn't help but look back after hearing the shouting. They didn't even have time to take the goblin warlock's body and fled into the Twilight Forest.

Imrik climbed off the wooden wall and released a few more magic missiles. The scarlet missiles knocked the goblins who were unable to escape to the ground and walked towards Gallby.