Spellcasting Heavens

There is a price to pay for slaying a dragon!

This has always been common knowledge in Faerûn!

Let’s not talk about the possible retaliation after successfully slaying the dragon. The dragon itself is not a soft persimmon, and most of the famous “dragon-slaying warriors” actually have a lot of luck. They really rely on their own There are actually not many people who are powerful enough to crush a giant dragon.

But today, General Ramsay realized for the first time that the corpse of a dragon after death could also cause such shocking casualties.

Only three dead white dragons killed his two most elite armies, and even affected the mage group accompanying him. At least twenty mages died on the spot, and more than a dozen others were seriously injured.

You must know that there are only more than sixty mages sent by Waterdeep City this time, including legendary mages like Kelben and Laila. They basically have other more important matters and cannot be contacted at all.

But now, before the opponent's mages even started to exert their strength, more than half of them were killed or injured on their side, which was a complete disaster.

Yes!

In Ramsay's eyes, this war was a mistake from the beginning. Although the so-called coalition forces had a numerical advantage, quantity often did not mean quality.

Especially the uneven militias from the large and small lords of the Northland, which seriously hindered the original elite combat effectiveness of Waterdeep City. Several phalanxes have even collapsed and are being chased by orcs riding wargs.

From hundreds of battles in Icewind Valley, Gar has developed a keen sense of smell, and understands when to send infantry for a head-on collision, and when to send cavalry to defeat the opponent to expand the results.

Staring at the chaotic battlefield ahead, he finally couldn't help but ask: Master, those guys have almost lost their will to fight. Why don't we launch a full-scale attack?

Send a signal to Aribes! Let her attack the mages in Waterdeep from behind! Then you can do whatever you want. Remember, we don't need prisoners or slaves in this war! I only want one thing, that It is the soul of pain, death and despair. No mercy, no forgiveness... Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a chilling light.

Because he could feel that as more and more human soldiers began to fall into negative emotions such as fear, despair, and madness, an unprecedented power gradually condensed in his body.

Different from belief and divine energy, it is a kind of control, an authority, a special power given by the whole world.

no doubt,

This is a sign that the typical priesthood is condensing.

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At the same time, Aribes, who had been playing soy sauce on the flank of the coalition forces in Waterdeep City, finally noticed that the gemstone she was wearing began to glow. She immediately raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said to the shapeshifting officer next to her: The time has come! Take action! Bar!

clear!

Without saying a word, the shapeshifting officer directly exchanged glances with his own kind.

moment!

A dozen guys who took advantage of the chaos and quietly infiltrated next to the mage group pulled out their magic-breaking daggers, and with lightning speed, they unanimously selected one of the mage and stabbed them fiercely.

Although three or four high-level mages triggered the accidental spell, some activated teleportation magic to escape, but the teleportation magic failed, and some were wrapped in a layer of protective stone skin, but they could not block the magic-breaking magic. Magic weapons.

The poison smeared on the blade gave them no chance to release spells and use magic items.

Go! Kill all the bastards in Waterdeep City! This time Luskan is our ally! Irebes expressed his alignment without any secret.

Although the soldiers in Neverwinter were very shocked by this sudden change, they were not even sure whether it was true.

But when the shapeshifting officers took the lead and launched a frantic attack on the coalition formation in Waterdeep City nearby, they had to follow closely and turned against their former allies.

Obviously, their defection was fatal and directly plunged the entire side shift into chaos and collapse.

In addition, the mages led by Valindra continuously threw a large number of charm and control spells at the most concentrated places. At the same time, Gar personally led his men to consist of orcs, hobgoblins, barbarians, bugbears, giants and ogres. formed the backbone to launch a general offensive.

Under this overwhelming violent impact, even the elite troops known for their bravery and strength reached their limit. They were completely overwhelmed in just ten minutes, and then divided and surrounded. What was left was a cruel and bloodthirsty massacre.

For humans occupying the best land and resources in the world, other intelligent creatures are jealous and jealous, so there is no need to hesitate to act cruelly.

In less than half an hour, the 50,000 coalition forces initiated and formed by Waterdeep City were killed and injured. The remaining soldiers and officers who were surrounded layer by layer also huddled together back to back in despair, trying to be killed. I tried to pull as many back pads as possible before.

Come on! Monster! Come and kill me! General Ramsay, covered in blood, roared loudly while waving his sword.

But unfortunately, for some reason, the surrounding monsters just surrounded but refused to attack. Those pairs of eyes filled with bloodthirsty, brutality and murderous intent were simply chilling.

As for the lord sent by the Waterdeep City Council, his mask had long been torn off in the melee, revealing a mature and beautiful female face. He was dragged aside by a dozen strong male orcs and pinned to the ground to stage a blockbuster action movie. , the screams are enough to give most normal people nightmares at night.

Just when Ramsay silently prayed to the gods he believed in, and was about to rush forward and die together, the densely packed monsters around him suddenly separated, leaving a narrow passage.

A boy of about thirteen years old, who looked a little pale and gloomy, came out and greeted with a smile: Good afternoon, Your Excellency General. If you don't mind, can you chat with me for a few words?

Who are you? Ramsay asked, frowning.

If you are asking about my name, I can tell you that it is meaningless. Because the boy's body you see now is not the real me. Zhang Cheng answered while taking out a bottle of fine wine. hand the wine to the other party.

Ramsay did not refuse, he took over and used the dagger he carried to dig out the cork, raised his head and took several sips.

Normally, he would have prepared a goblet, poured half of it into the cup, tasted it in the most elegant way, thought about it, and made a good or bad evaluation.

But now, he is about to die, and he just wants to drink wine one last time before dying and recall his life.

After two or three minutes, the general reluctantly threw away the empty bottle, burped, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: Good wine! I didn't expect that I could drink wine from the Kingdom of Cormyr before I died. Fine wine. Tell me, what do you want to talk to me, a loser?

It's very simple, tell me how you view faith...

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