Chapter 471: A famous teacher gives birth to a great disciple (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Mountain climbing, especially climbing a steep cliff that is inaccessible and has a river running through it, is definitely a nightmare for all climbers.
Although it is the largest river running from northeast to southwest in the north of Baldur's Gate, the Winding River is actually divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts.
The source of the upper reaches is called the Snake Tail River. The fresh water resources come from the High Forest, the Viper Mountains adjacent to the High Forest, and the Cherimba Swamp further west, and finally north of the Baliskel Bridge. The three forks meet together and flow into the Sword Bay along the downstream several-shaped river.
The Troll's Claw is such a group of mountains that are not too high in altitude standing on both sides of the upper reaches of the several-shaped river.
Although it covers a small area, its geographical location is very important to both warring parties.
Standing on the top of the mountain, you can almost overlook the entire battlefield situation below, as well as the enemy's troop movements.
If there is no existing road to the top of the mountain, you can only climb hard on the rugged and steep rock walls and hillsides. If you are not careful, you will roll down and become a corpse and be eaten by the local trolls. Dropped, they probably had already started fighting around occupying high and favorable terrain.
You must know that because the Troll's Claw completely surrounds both sides of the entire river, both Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep are actually facing a two-front battle.
One of the battlefields is located on the north bank of the Wan Ting River, and the other battlefield is located on the south bank of the Wan Ting River in the Place of Death.
If you only concentrate your troops and want to bet everything on one battlefield, you will most likely be attacked by the enemy by sneaking across the river and back, and you will be completely collapsed and defeated under the attack from both sides.
The most important thing is that the mountains block the normal view, making it impossible for anyone on the two battlefields to see the situation on the other side.
Zhentil Castle is a little better. There are relatively many spellcasters such as mages, warlocks and priests. They can cast flying magic or observe with magic eyes at all times, and then use communication spells and the like. Magic notifies the other side.
But for Baldur's Gate, which is relatively lacking in spell power, things have become quite troublesome.
Although Sarevok also has a small number of mages and warlocks under his command, they cannot match the wealth that Zhentil Castle has accumulated through years of training.
What's more, the arcane magic resources in the Baldur's Gate area have long been monopolized by Habatha Delin, who was promoted to the legendary lich.
Without his nod of permission, all the mages hanging around in this area would not dare to take sides casually.
Once you accidentally offend this big boss and the sales and supply channels of the "Witch Grocery Store" are cut off, for most middle and low-level arcane spell casters, it is not much like being sentenced to death. the difference.
Maybe even many important spell-casting materials are difficult to obtain, and there is no way to quickly convert the equipment, props, and potions you make into money.
After all, not all mages waste time and energy learning to master the ability of [casting without materials].
Fortunately, Sarevok gained the support of a shadow druid sect in Cloak Forest through the efforts of his men.
The latter's ability to control and talk to animals has successfully made up for its lack of magical reconnaissance and communication capabilities.
But the price is that after winning this war and becoming the ruler of the West Hartland region, he must order a ban on people cutting down forests and trees, not allowing anyone to hunt in the forest, and closing everything at the same time. The mines and metal smelting industry ensure that the great forces of nature have dominance over the land.
There is no doubt that just listening to these requirements will tell you what kind of virtue the Shadow Druid sect is.
They are those extreme lunatics who like to massacre villages and towns. They attempt to eliminate all civilization, industry, agriculture and excessive population, and return the world to the most primitive and barbaric state of the law of the jungle.
But what the Shadow Druid Order didn't know was that Sarevok had no intention of fulfilling his promise at all. His real purpose was to create a tragic massacre, and it would be best if all the soldiers on both sides died.
In this way, a large number of killings and deaths will stimulate the divinity and power of Baal in the body, until a spark is ignited to become a god in situ and inherit the blood throne of his father.
So whether it is the army urgently recruited by his subordinates, the Shadow Druid sect, or the bandits, adventurers and mercenaries who joined for money, land, and noble titles, they are all on the road to becoming gods. Resources and consumables.
Their only value is to die on the battlefield and bring more killings to the enemy before dying.
As for winning or losing, become the king of the mortal world and gain more wealth, fame, land, beauty and power...
Excuse me.
Sarovok, who is out of vulgar taste, is not interested at all in these things that are extremely precious in the eyes of mortals.
Right now, he is sitting in the largest tent in the camp, feeling that the power belonging to Baal, the God of Murder, is becoming restless as the small groups of cavalry outside continue to kill each other, and his eyes are flashing with horror. With a red light, he asked without raising his head: "How long will it take for our army to be fully assembled and reorganized?"
"At least five hours, Your Excellency the Grand Duke."
One A male officer who replaced the former Duke Iltan's crony in charge of the Flame Fist mercenaries quickly stood up and answered.
In any case, Sarevok became the Duke of Baldur's Gate and took power through the normal process.
So no matter how many people within the Flame Fist mercenaries miss Iltan, they must now obey the orders issued by the new commander.
Otherwise, they will not be able to receive generous military pay, and may even risk being disbanded on the spot.
"Too slow! Send someone to urge them to speed up those who are still marching."
Sarovok's tone was obviously filled with strong dissatisfaction and impatience.
He knew very well that his identity as the son of Baal could not be kept secret for long, and it would soon become known to everyone.
So the sooner the decisive battle is launched, the better.
Otherwise, once the delay continues, things may change.
Especially if his true intentions are known to his subordinates, an army of tens of thousands may fall apart in minutes.
“Your Excellency, our soldiers march for fifteen hours every day, almost from dawn to dusk.
This is almost the limit.
If we speed up further, I am afraid many people who cannot bear it will choose to run away.
What's more, even if they drag their exhausted bodies to the battlefield, they may not be able to join the battle immediately.
After all, the enemy arrived on the battlefield several days before us.
And among their soldiers there are a large number of trolls, ogres, orcs, gnolls, goblins and other monsters.
They are far superior to us in terms of endurance and ability to withstand casualties.
In addition, Zhentil Castle has rich war experience due to its constant fighting in various places.
The organization and obedience of the Church of Bane, the God of Tyranny, are the strongest in Faerûn.
I think you must not be in a hurry when playing against them. You should first ensure that you do not make any mistakes. "
Another officer suggested cautiously.
It has to be said that there are still people in Baldur's Gate who understand that the odds of winning this war are actually very low for our side.
Instead of taking the initiative to attack and initiate a decisive battle, it is better to establish a camp on the spot and then ask for help from Waterdeep City in the north or Amn in the south.
In fact, looking at the history of the rise and expansion of Zhentil Castle, we know that no city-state can rely on its own strength to fight against this evil army united around the Benn Church.
Excluding the interference of those top powerhouses, from the Sea of Moon to the Sea of Fallen Stars, there are only a handful of countries capable of defeating them in a frontal war.
Cormyr, the earliest feudal kingdom of mankind, is one of them, Sere ruled by red-robed wizards is also one of them, and the Mulhorand Empire can barely be counted as one.
As for the rest, in the face of the powerful military power of Zhentil Keep and the infiltration, assassination and control of the Zhentarim, it is basically difficult to make any waves.
The large number of towns occupied by the Bann Church are living examples.
If it were not for the Harper Alliance led by Elminster to cause trouble, it is estimated that the west of the Sea of Moon and the Sea of Fallen Stars would have been the sphere of influence of the Bane Church.
"Hmph! Are you afraid of our enemies?"
Sarovok suddenly raised his head and stared at the other party with a slightly contemptuous and sarcastic look.
The officer hurriedly shook his head and explained: "No, Your Majesty the Grand Duke, you misunderstood. I just want to win at the minimum cost."
But Sarevok immediately interrupted with a sneer: "Misunderstanding ? Hahahaha!
I don’t think this is a misunderstanding.
Look at your fear of the enemy!
Listen to what you just said. !
You are just afraid!
Afraid!
If we, the soldiers of Baldur's Gate, think like you, how can we defeat Fuzor Chambery and drive Zhentil Keep's army into the sea?
Remember!
From now on, I don’t want to hear anything about making others’ ambitions destroy my own prestige!
All you have to do is obey my orders!
Do you understand? ”
As the last word blurted out, both the servants loyal to Sarevok and the officers who had not been cleared out in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops in the tent were immediately released by the Son of Baal inadvertently. The momentum was overwhelming.
They did not dare to disobey the will of the supreme commander of the army, and could only respond loudly.
Soon, under Sarevok's order, Baldur's Gate is in full swing
Within a few hours, the soldiers who were still marching dragged their exhausted bodies into the camp one after another.
At this point, both warring parties have finally assembled all their teams in theory.
Among them, there are a total of 12,000 people from Baldur's Gate, and more than 4,000 are reinforcements from surrounding towns like Belgost.
As for Zhentil Castle, thanks to the cheating device of the Tyrant's Scepter, Fuzor Chamberlain suddenly expanded the number of monsters under his command to 30,000, with more than 18,000. They are ordinary goblins who exist as low-level coolies and cannon fodder.
No way.
The fertility and reproductive capabilities of this thing are so incredible that it can almost be compared to cockroaches, mice, and mosquitoes.
No matter how harsh the natural environment is, you can always see these little green-skinned or brown-skinned people.
But the fighting power of ordinary goblins...
Everyone understands it.
To sum it up in one sentence, don’t have any hope for them.
In the Battle of Icewind Dale triggered by the artifact - the Shattered Magic Crystal, thousands of goblin armies, supported by magical charm, suggestion and brainwashing, swarmed into the ten towns and launched attacks with unprecedented fanaticism, and even There are giants, barbarians, and some other monsters to help.
But what’s the result?
These guys were blocked by a militia of less than two hundred people and some armed civilians.
On average, for every human killed, the goblins need to pay twenty or even thirty casualties.
Such an outrageous battle loss ratio is enough to prove the extent of their span.
Fuzor Chamberry is undoubtedly very clear about the combat effectiveness of goblins, so he does not expect them to play a key role at all.
In fact, recruiting goblins has only one real purpose, and that is to create chaos and consume the physical strength of enemy soldiers.
After all, killing is a very physically demanding job.
When the enemy is tired of killing the goblins, then send out the elite orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins to cooperate with the ogres, trolls, and giants to launch a fierce attack. This will definitely cause huge casualties, and even It was to destroy an infantry phalanx.
In addition, when conquering Soba, an important town near Baliskel Bridge, Fuzor Chambery also took a trip to the Dragon Forest and reached an agreement with several green dragons living there. Cooperation Agreement.
Therefore, in this upcoming war, he firmly holds the absolute upper hand in terms of quantity and strength.
The only uncertain factor is Sarevok, the son of Baal who has become very dangerous.
As a chosen one of Bane and someone who has worked with Sammaster to study the secrets of Silver Fire, Fuzor Chambery knows very well what the Son of God, especially the Son of Baal, means. .
Although he also has a small amount of divine power given by the God of Tyranny in his body, it is certainly not comparable to Sarevok, who can strengthen himself by constantly devouring his brothers and sisters.
Once Sarevok's power exceeds a certain critical point, and he even understands how to use part of the power of the priesthood of death and killing, even himself, the chosen one, will not be able to compete with him.
The reason why Fuzuoer Chamberry did not take advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing to launch an attack was actually because he was worried that a similar situation would occur.
Because Sarevok's various performances were too confident, even to the point of arrogance.
Although Ximenmen also sent another son of Baal, Fuzor Chambery did not believe that the stupid Aberdare would be Sarevok's opponent.
Just as he was stroking the beard on his chin and thinking about what to do next, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.
Before the other guards and mages around him could react, Zuo Si walked out from the other side of the door and said hello with a smile: "Good morning. Haven't seen you for a few days, you see. You seem a little nervous?”
"Nervous?
No, I'm just a little worried about the trump card held by the Son of Baal named Sarevok.
After all, the bridges and fords near Troll's Claw are murder in the year of turmoil. The place where God Baal fell.
Using this place as a battlefield is prone to unexpected emergencies.
Rather than this, I am very interested in some of your recent actions.
If you don't mind, could you tell me what's going on with Gebido Turan, who just became a god?
If I remember correctly, the person who took away the Eye of the Storm was Sazastan. "
Fozor Chambery suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with curiosity and inquiry.
Since killing the real Manzon, Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim After becoming the supreme leader, he can get all kinds of information through the dark intelligence network every day, including what happened in Sere.
"You haven't gotten it through the Zhentarim's intelligence network. Do you know the specific process?
Why even ask?
You must know that there are some things and secrets that ordinary people should not inquire about casually.
Excessive curiosity will only harm you! "
Zuo Si warned meaningfully.
But Fuzuoer Qianberry did not give up and continued to try to analyze: "Gebido Turan should be Aspen. One of the archmages of Katla's Masked Mage Guild, he is also a dwarf mage of the illusion system.
Since successfully seizing the power of the Council of Six, he should be your subordinate.
In other words, you turned one of your subordinates into a god through some unknown method, and you also played a cruel trick on Sazastan.
I think this red-robed mage and chief necromancer must hate you to death right now. "
"So what? Could he still bite me? ”
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
Anyway, few people now know exactly what happened during the ceremony of conferring gods.
One of the insiders, Velshalon, has been transformed into a devil, and it is also a summoned creature card of the planeswalker. There is no way he can reveal the secret.
As for the few remaining insiders, they are not mortals at all, but superior gods.
The first is the biggest beneficiary, Gebidor Turan, who has just become the God of Necromancy and Lich. He will definitely not tell the true situation.
The second is Talos, the God of Storms who has been paying attention to the development of the situation from beginning to end. With his violent, irritable, and keen on destruction character, he is probably too lazy to explain anything to weak mortals.
Finally, the goddess of magic Midnight is in a state of distress. It is also impossible for mortals to reveal the secret of becoming a god to the public.
So no matter what the outside world speculates, what Zuo Si has to do is not to reveal any key information, maintain this sense of mystery that arouses endless reverie, and even make others feel strong awe and fear of him.
"As expected of you, you are really confident. Maybe this is why the great Bane likes you! Being a tyrant means staying strong and making the weak surrender under his feet."
Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information out of the question, Fuzoul Chamberry gave a quiet compliment and decisively ended the topic.
However, he did not give up. Instead, he planned to let Xi Manmeng investigate the relevant personnel after the war was over.
Especially Veshalon who dug out the Eye of the Storm in the Purple Dust Plains desert.
Zuo Si was undoubtedly aware of the other party's thoughts and intentions, smiled nonchalantly, and then asked: "When do you plan to launch the decisive battle?
You must know that the longer the delay, The more likely it is that it will cause interference from external forces.
Especially Waterdeep City and the Kingdom of Cormyr are beginning to be a little bit impatient now.
Needless to say, you know that the former are masked. The lords and guild leaders have always tried to maintain their absolute leadership position in the Sword Sea area
Coupled with the external pressure formed by trade alliances and the sharp deterioration of the business environment, they have a strong willingness to do something to prove their hegemony in the region.
The current king of the Kingdom of Cormyr, Assan IV, is a man with great ambitions.
This can be seen from the fact that he traveled thousands of miles across the entire Sea of Fallen Stars to bring troops to support Threiman in the north of Cyre, and repelled the army of nomadic tribes from the endless wasteland.
His Majesty the King did not take action before, mainly because of the unstable situation caused by the violent fluctuations in domestic food prices.
Now that Sambia has fallen into civil war and food prices have gradually normalized with the border closure, it is now free to start a war.
With the strength of Cormyr's Purple Dragon Knights and Battle Mage, they can cut off your way back to Zhentil Keep at any time. "
Fuzuoer Qianberry was silent for a moment and immediately responded: "Give me a day!
At this time tomorrow, I will set up a battle formation with Sarevok.
But are you sure that the son of Baal named Aberdare can really succeed in killing Sarevok?
Why do I feel like there is something wrong with his brain, making him feel impulsive and stupid? ”
Zuo Si smiled softly and comforted: "Don't worry, am I already here?
It doesn't matter even if Aberdare fails.
I still have many optional backup plans.
What's more, I plan to find out the current state of Baal, the God of Murder, through the fateful battle between the two sons of Baal."
"Isn't he already in the state of Baal, the God of Murder? Died at the hands of Cyric in the Year of Troubles?"
Fuzuo Er Qianberry frowned in confusion. "Correction, in fact Baal was killed by the god-killing sword that was transformed into the god of thieves, Mask.
At that time, Cyric was just a mortal and had no ability to kill a god. .
In addition, what makes you think that when a god dies, he is completely dead?
Even Bane can return from the star realm, let alone predict his own death in advance? Baal who gave birth to countless descendants
In fact, the three gods of death who fell in the Year of Turmoil were not completely dead at all, but all left behind a backdoor for resurrection.
The backdoor of Bane, the god of tyranny, is his son of the god who has become a demigod;
Melkor, the god of death, preserved his divine power, divinity and part of his essence at the moment of death. The artifact - the Crown of Horns, is waiting for the opportunity to return again;
The god of murder, Baal, has created countless descendants in batches, intending to re-gather strength through the killing and devouring of these descendants, and finally achieves it in the last one The purpose of resurrection within the body of the Son of Baal.
In other words, Baal, who is still lying dead in the star world, is actually conscious.
Every killing and devouring among the sons of Baal will increase his power and attract his attention..."
Zuo Si did not hide anything, and openly stated the plan of the God of Murder on the eve of the Year of Turmoil. .
You must know that the Son of Baal was not created in just a few years as many people think.
It is quite the opposite! It may last for one to two hundred years or even two to three hundred years
Especially for long-lived races such as dragons, elves, and giants, it takes hundreds of years to grow to adulthood, so they must be sown early.
On the contrary, races with relatively short life spans such as humans, goblins, and orcs were basically mass-produced on the eve of the Year of Turmoil.
So the age gap between the sons of Baal is very shocking. There are blue dragons like Abazigo whose sons are adults, and there are little guys like Sancho and Imoen who are not yet eighteen years old.
"So...you plan to kill the resurrection plan of Baal, the God of Murder, and then support one of your own to take power?"
Fuzoul Chambery seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes flashed. Shoot out two rays of light.
"Haha, this is just the most insignificant part of the entire huge plan.
I have a complete idea about the Son of Baal and the empty Blood Throne a long time ago.
No matter who it is Anyone who wants to join this game, or wants a piece of it, will be my enemy.
Oh, by the way, remember to kill the monster bandits, shapeshifters and shadows under Sarevok's command. Kill the druids cleanly
I don’t want to spend a lot of effort cleaning them up after taking over Baldur’s Gate.”
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si gave the Moon Sea Tyrant a playful expression, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
Fuzuoer Qianberry sat on the chair and silently savored the meaning. After about two or three minutes, he stood up and began to issue orders, so that the army that had rested for several days began to take action.
He placed the main force on the south bank of Wan Ting River, on the plain some distance away from the place of death.
The rest of the army is guarding the open area with the best view on the north bank to prevent Baldur's Gate's cavalry from crossing the river where the water level is relatively shallow and launching a surprise attack around the back.
Since the only bridge on the Wandering River, the Baliskell Bridge, is controlled by Zhentil Keep, Fuzor Chambery can quickly mobilize the army without having to do so like his opponents. Ride a raft or find shallow water.
...
On the other side, at the top of the Troll's Claw Peak less than ten kilometers away, Aberdare and his party were sitting in the open space to rest.
The reason why they chose to climb up with all their strength was because they wanted to occupy a favorable position to observe the entire battlefield from a high position, then find and lock Sarevok's position, and wait for the opportunity to launch a beheading raid on him.
To this end, the team also obtained a group teleportation scroll from the last clone of Mansong.
This scroll allows everyone to instantly teleport to any place within sight.
Don't think it's crazy to take the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops.
In Faerûn, the same tactic is actually quite common when high-level spellcasters are involved.
This is why many powerful rulers must have a certain professional level, or even be a powerful warrior or spellcaster themselves.
In many ancient aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, there are rarely waste or prodigal sons.
Because it is impossible for any family in this situation to continue until now.
He had long been killed by the enemy's beheading operations in frequent wars and conflicts, and in the end the entire family was slaughtered.
So in Faerun, a noble can be described as arrogant, evil, cunning, insidious, cruel, cold, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical, but stupidity is rarely used.
"How long do we have to wait here?"
After drinking some clean mountain spring water, Aberdare wiped his face and couldn't help but ask.
I don’t know if it’s the influence of Barr’s bloodline, the desire to avenge his adoptive father Gillian, or the anger caused by being framed. In short, his face at the moment looks quite scary.
Especially the blood vessels under the skin bulged faintly near the forehead and cheeks, forming a very strange pattern and pattern.
If Zuo Si or Sarevok were here, they would definitely recognize that these patterns are almost exactly the same as they look after they transform into a killer.
Jasiela undoubtedly noticed this and responded with a slightly worried tone: "Looking at the postures of both sides, the fight should start at this time tomorrow.
In other words, we Need to stay in the mountains for at least a day or two.
How are you feeling now?
Did you notice anything wrong? "
Aberdare clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth and replied: "I'm fine!
Better than ever!
There seems to be endless strength in the body!
This time, I must personally cut off Sarevok’s head to pay homage to Gillian.
At the same time, let him understand the price of provoking us. "
"Be careful, I think you have become more and more bloodthirsty recently and your emotions are getting easier and easier to lose control of." This is not a good sign! "Jasiela reminded in a low voice.
"Don't worry, my anger will only be poured out on the enemy. ”
Aberdare obviously did not take the warning of his adoptive father’s friend to heart, but was looking forward to the coming war.
In contrast, another son of Baal in the team Eamonn has obviously not yet awakened, and does not feel the restlessness of his bloodline at all. He still maintains his quirky style and cheerful personality, and is leaning against Atio while flipping through a book on the principles and introduction to magic
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Perhaps because of the familiar relationship, she was no longer as afraid of this white bear cub who would show extreme violence during battles as she was at first, but she really liked being with him.
On the one hand, she feels safe, and on the other hand, few girls her age can resist the temptation of cute and fluffy animals.
After all, when not in combat, Atio usually maintains the size of a sub-adult black bear. He looks chubby, cute, and not dangerous at all.
"Hey! Xiaobai, if I become a powerful mage in the future, how about you be my magic pet?"
Imoen suddenly put down the book in his hand and stretched out a A finger poked Atio's soft belly.
"Woooooooo-"
The white bear cub shook his head desperately in rejection without hesitation.
It feels that if it dares to betray its master, even if it is lucky enough to survive, it will probably be forcibly opened as punishment.
As a bear determined to pass on its genetic genes, it has long been prepared to find one hundred and eighty female bears as mates as soon as it reaches adulthood, and then give birth to hundreds of offspring.
Before that, we must keep the reproduction tools and never lose them.
"Why? Because of your master who hasn't shown up yet?" Imoen continued to ask enthusiastically.
She was full of curiosity about this mysterious man who never showed up.
After all, according to Jasila, if you can make the beast king, the darling of great nature, take orders from you, the other party must be a very powerful legendary druid or soul shaman.
“…”
Atio was obviously hesitant to tell the truth.
But the next second, it suddenly noticed something, turned around suddenly, cast its gaze on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, and roared sharply at the narrow gap between the rock and the ground: "Roar!!!!!!"
Instant!
The other team members sitting not far away were all alerted.
Thinking of it, Jasira, who was very alert, ran over immediately and asked: "What's going on? Did you find something?"
Druids are born with the ability to understand animals. ability, so she quickly understood the meaning of the white bear cub, and immediately whistled to summon a squirrel from a nearby tree.
After receiving the instruction, the latter quickly swooped into the rock crevice.
Within three to five seconds, a childish scream and curse came from inside.
"Ah!!!! Damn it! What the fuck is this? Get out of here! Get out of my trousers!"
"Is... someone? And listen to the sound The audio is a boy!”
Khalid’s mouth opened in surprise.
You must know that not just anyone can climb this mountain peak.
Not to mention that because there are no roads, many places require the use of ropes to climb. The presence of troll hunters nearby is enough to become a nightmare for many novice adventurers.
Without the power of acid and fire, there is no way to stop the troll's unreasonable regeneration ability.
Bottles of hot glue and strong acid worth dozens or even hundreds of gold coins are not something that any adventure team can afford.
“You’ll know just by forcing him out.”
Jasila completed the spell casting at an extremely fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, a large group of fist-sized spiders appeared out of thin air and swarmed in along the cracks in the stone at extremely fast speeds.
Many of them are furry and have colorful patterns all over their bodies. Just looking at them makes you panic.
The sharp mouthparts are enough to bite through human skin, leaving horrific wounds.
There is no doubt that this is a typical second-level druid magic [flying insects and beasts].
Its effect is to summon a swarm of bats, rats, and spiders to frighten and distract the enemy, making them unable to maintain their attention.
This trick is great for those who are afraid of rats, bats and spiders.
There is even an 80 to 90% probability of interrupting the opponent's spellcasting, which is the best way for Druid to deal with spellcasters.
Such a terrifying scene instantly frightened Aimeng so much that he turned pale and subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. At the same time, he was trembling slightly and sweating profusely uncontrollably.
As a kind-hearted girl, she has begun to sympathize with the boy hiding inside, and stares at Jasira with fearful eyes, as if looking at a devil from the hell of Baator.
In less than a few seconds, as everyone expected, screams of ghosts and wolves were heard coming from the cracks in the stone.
"Spider...Spider? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! No! Don't come here!"
Following that, a boy wearing a mage's robe rolled out from inside The crawler rushed out and even bumped his head against the stone several times without any reaction. He was obviously frightened out of his wits by the spider army.
You don’t need to ask to know that he is none other than Sancho, the son of Baal who was left here by Zuo Si before.
I went in and hid to avoid Aberdare.
It's a pity that although this rebellious boy avoids the sight of humans, he cannot escape the sensitive sense of smell of animals.
"Don't run! Boy! I think you should explain how you got up here and why you are hiding from us."
The halfling thief Montaro grabbed Sang Joe's collar.
Maybe he saw that the other party was just a human child, so he didn't take it to heart and didn't draw his weapon.
But in an instant, he paid the price for his carelessness.
Sancho suddenly raised his hand and made a very strange movement, and at the same time uttered unintelligible syllables from his mouth.
"No! He is a mage!"
Thall's face suddenly changed, and he shouted a warning to his companions.
But it was obviously too late.
Before Montaro could react, he saw a big hand made of a force field sweeping from beneath his feet.
Bang!
He almost instantly lost his balance and fell backwards. The back of his head collided closely with a protruding stone on the spot, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.
The one-ring evocation spell [Bigby's Throwing Palm] is also the lowest level among the Bigby's Big Hand series of spells.
This spell can only exist for a moment, trip the target enemy, and cannot actually cause any damage.
But the problem is that Montaro is obviously unlucky.
Although the spell did not cause any harm to him, the fragile back of his head came into close contact with the stone when he fell, eventually causing him to temporarily lose consciousness.
It is unknown whether the important tissues located in the back of the brain were damaged as a result, or whether it caused lifelong disability.
However, a seven or eight-year-old boy successfully cast a ring of magic, which obviously shocked everyone in the team.
Especially for Imoen, who is interested in magic, her mouth has grown so big that you can almost see the little tongue in her throat.
She is very aware of how difficult it is to learn magic, and she cannot imagine that a little guy half her age is already an official mage.
"You ignorant brat!"
Seeing his partner being killed with one move, the human mage Thrall immediately became angry and raised his hand to shoot several magic missiles.
This is a common trick in spell duels.
No mage would expect a few missiles to kill the opponent. The real intention is to interrupt the concentration of spell casting and buy time for himself to prepare the next spell.
If you are dealing with ordinary low-level mages and apprentices, the magic missile trick must be tried and tested.
But the problem is that Sancho is obviously not an ordinary apprentice.
First of all, he is a powerful son of Baal who has awakened his divine power and divinity. Secondly, his spell-casting skills were trained by the Mage Tower consciousness and Zuo Si.
So what are the characteristics of Zuo Si’s spellcasting when he is at a relatively low level?
The answer is very simple, that is, be as dirty as you want, and be as sinister as you want. You don’t care about the process at all. Everything is just to win the final victory.
Sancho, who studied under Zuo Si, undoubtedly inherited this spirit. He instantly activated his robe to give himself the [Shield Technique] once a day to block magic missiles, and then to everyone's surprise did not continue to cast spells.
Instead, he took out a handful of powder made of unknown stuff from his pocket and sprinkled it vigorously towards the enemy in front of him.
Because he grabbed the upper wind when he rushed out, the handful of powder that was sprinkled immediately drenched the faces and bodies of Aberdare and his party under the strong wind on the top of the mountain.
The moment the skin came into contact with the powder, an indescribable itch quickly swept through the whole body.
In less than a second, a layer of creepy red spots appeared on the surface of the skin.
Out of a subconscious reaction, everyone began to scratch their faces, necks and arms crazily. Not to mention continuing to concentrate on casting spells, even grabbing a weapon was a wishful thinking.
The only thing everyone in the team can do now is scratch the itch desperately.
What’s even worse is that some of the powder enters the nerve-dense nasal cavity and mouth along the respiratory tract and cannot be caught at all, causing even breathing abnormalities.
Anyone with a little knowledge of modern medicine can tell that this is a very serious allergic reaction.
And those unknown powders are the culprits of allergies.
But since Sancho was wearing a pair of dragon leather gloves from beginning to end, he was not affected at all. Instead, he quickly retreated to a safe distance and raised his mouth with a sinister smile like a devil.
In fact, the screaming and cursing just now were all deliberately pretended by him to confuse Aberdare and his party.
The purpose is naturally to lower the opponent's vigilance, rush out to seize the upper wind position, and then spill the deadly powder taken from his mentor's laboratory.
Because Zuo Si taught him that young age is often a huge advantage.
As long as you use it well, you can defeat enemies several times stronger than yourself.
Today, Sancho experienced this firsthand.
Similarly, he also understood why there was always a saying in the mage world that "famous teachers make great disciples".
Having a good mentor can save an apprentice several years or even ten years of detours...
(End of Chapter)