Spellcasting Heavens

Three days passed in a flash.

When Luskan's army came out in full force, the situation in the entire Northland suddenly changed. Countless towns and villages were nervously watching their route, for fear of accidentally becoming the target of an attack.

With unparalleled army quantity and quality, Luskan is no longer the doormat often beaten by the Lords Alliance, but a completely militarized trade empire. In addition to the Silver Moon Alliance in the east and Waterdeep in the south, There is no third city that can compete with it.

When the vanguard of the army arrived at the outskirts of Neverwinter Forest, the lords of Waterdeep City finally couldn't sit still and immediately held an emergency meeting overnight to discuss how to prevent their ambition to annex Neverwinter City.

You must know that even an idiot can see that the city of Neverwinter, which has been ravaged by the plague, has long been unable to resist Luskan.

What's more, their traditional allies, Lord Nasir and the Church of the God of Justice, were expelled by the angry people, and now they can only hide in the castle with shamelessness.

We must send troops! Otherwise, Waterdeep City will lose not only a barrier, but also countless trades. Luskan's fleet will be like a sharp dagger, pressed against the throats of the merchants. A masked lord Stand up and speak out.

Damn it! We don't have that many soldiers now, let alone the money to recruit an army large enough to confront Luskan. Another lord held his forehead and cursed through gritted teeth.

Then take a loan! Borrow from merchants and mages! Use our future taxes as collateral!

That's right! We must fight this war! And we must win! Otherwise, if Luskan is allowed to continue to expand, the entire Sword Sea will soon be annexed by them, and then an evil empire will be born.

Are you idiots who know the dire consequences of mortgage taxes?

We can't mortgage taxes! Otherwise we won't have money to pay the soldiers and maintain the fragile order of this city.

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Just as the lords were arguing, the closed door suddenly opened with a bang.

I saw an officer in his thirties running in panting and shouting at everyone present: No... it's not good! Luskan's fleet is launching an attack on our port!

Wha...what?! Say it again! The first lord to speak suddenly stood up.

The tone was full of shock and anger.

Luskan's fleet is launching an attack on the port area! They have successfully destroyed and seized all the ships in the bay. They are estimated to have landed and started looting surrounding warehouses and houses. The officer hurriedly spoke in the fastest and most concise language Tell me what you know.

Asshole! How dare they?

War! Luskan is declaring war on Waterdeep City! Declaring war on the entire Lords Alliance!

Call the army immediately and drive these damn bandits into the sea!

Everyone! We have no retreat! Come on, put down all your baggage and let Luskan see the iron fist of justice.

Calling all the lords in the entire Northland! It's time to form a large coalition to teach them a lesson!

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It has to be said that Waterdeep City, which is strategically located, does have a profound foundation. In less than two hours, more than 5,000 troops and a number of adventurers were mobilized and began to wipe out Luskan, who was actually a pirate in the name of the army. navy.

Seeing his men retreating steadily, Ian calmly put away his telescope and said to his adjutant with a smile: Blow the horn and let everyone retreat. Our goal has been achieved.

The goal was achieved? The adjutant blinked in confusion.

Yes! We have only two tasks going south. One is to destroy the ships and force them to march to Neverwinter City from land. The other is to anger the lords of Waterdeep City and let them gather more troops. Yi En explained nonchalantly.

Sorry, Your Excellency, I don't quite understand the meaning of this.

You don't need to know too much, just remember to obey orders. The master wants more than just defeating Waterdeep. His goal is much bigger than you think.

When he said these words, a silvery white flame flashed in Ian's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was expecting something.

At the same time, the Mandarin Manor in Neverwinter also welcomed a special guest, a tall human man wearing chainmail. He had lost his right wrist and had bloody gauze wrapped around one eye.

Ah, this is really a rare visitor. I can't believe that after the turbulent years, you still dare to come to the mortal world. Zhang Cheng joked, pretending to be surprised.

Because the person who came was not a mortal at all, but the saint of Tyr, the god of justice, a real god.

You are not a mortal! Are you a demigod? No, no, you are not a demigod. You have not yet obtained the priesthood, but you have already learned how to use the power of faith. Who are you? the saint of the God of Justice asked with a serious expression. road.

Is it important who I am? My name is just a code name. When the seat belonging to me appears in the Pantheon, the gods will know it immediately. I am curious, what makes you willing to take huge risks? Did you come to the material world because I expelled your church? Zhang Cheng was not nervous or afraid at all, but took the initiative to pour a glass of fine wine to the other party.

He could feel that the other party was not looking for trouble at all, but just wanted to see who ruined his plan.

That's right!

The terrible plague that swept through the entire city of Neverwinter was just a trivial matter in the eyes of the God of Justice. What he really cared about was the race of creators hiding in the darkness.

For the human pantheon of Faerûn, these reptilian creatures, which are older than most of the gods, should not wake up from their slumber again, let alone reappear in this world.

Especially those primitive magics with astonishing power are a huge threat even to the gods.

So the creator race must die!

The Saint of Tire picked up the cup, took a sip of the slightly sour red liquid, and shook his head slightly: No! You did not use divine power in this game, so I will not disobey the God above the gods. The rules set by His Majesty Ao. I came because of another thing, a thing that even the gods are paying attention to, which is the resurrection of the creator race. You should feel it, the terrifying power controlled by those reptiles.

You want me to destroy them? Zhang Cheng asked with interest.

Yes! As long as you promise to do this, I promise that no god in the entire pantheon will interfere.

Okay! Leave it to me! I will make those cute little reptiles understand how pathetic and overestimating their plan is...