Chapter 473 The war begins (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
One day and night flies by in a blink of an eye.
When the sun slowly rises from the horizon the next morning, in the Land of Death at the foot of Troll's Claw Mountain south of the Wandering River, the troops of Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep The army finally formed a formation on the open plain.
In order to better see the opponent's troop movements and ensure a good field of vision during the battle, both sides did not hesitate to light the remaining wheat straw in the large wheat fields.
Fortunately, the harvest season has just passed, and most of the crops, especially staple foods, have been stored in the farm's barns, so there has not been much damage.
As for the local farmers and ranchers, they basically all ran away a few days ago.
Either seek refuge in places such as Baldur's Gate, Belgost, or Friendly Arms, or gather together and hide in a fortress with a solid wooden fortress on a large farm, and dare not approach it at all. An extremely dangerous battlefield.
Even Barry Skel Bridge, where businessmen, tourists, vendors and other people have always gathered, is now empty.
Only a 3,000-man orc army under Fuzor Chamberry is responsible for the garrison.
Their mission is simple, that is, guard the bridge and prevent the Baldur's Gate army that may bypass and launch a surprise attack from passing through, until Zhentil Keep's army defeats its opponent on the frontal battlefield.
In addition, there are some goblin cavalry with low combat effectiveness but extremely high mobility, which are scattered near the river for reconnaissance.
Once they find traces of the enemy, these goblins will immediately turn around and report to the commander of the Orc Legion.
No matter where Sarevok wants to cross the river for a surprise attack, the Orc Legion will be able to know it immediately and take action to intercept it.
Furthermore, Bariskel Bridge is very close to the Land of Death, and it only takes half an hour of rapid march to reach the fighting area.
Even if the enemy does not arrange a sneak attack team, it can still be used as a reserve team to enter the frontal battlefield at any time.
It can be said that with the help of the strong discipline and organizational ability of the Bann Church, Fu Zouer Chambery did not give his opponents even the slightest opportunity in the layout of the battlefield.
In comparison, Sarevok is much simpler and rougher.
This guy only left 1,500 people to guard the camp and ensure the safety of the retreat. He had no intention of crossing the river at all. He also gave the task of scouting the north bank of the Wanning River to someone who could control the falcon. Shadow druid.
In this way, he can concentrate all the troops at hand to fight a close battle with Zhentil Castle in the Land of Death.
You must know that in terms of pure number of troops, the latter is far stronger than the former.
Therefore, Sarevok had no intention of dividing his troops from the beginning, let alone launched a surprise attack to win victory at the minimum cost.
What he wants is to fight a protracted tug-of-war, head-on, and then continue to let living lives die, whether they are the enemy or his own people.
The complex formation lasted for several hours.
When the time came to 8:30 in the morning, and the sun was already high in the sky, bringing light and heat to the entire world, Zhentil Fort took the lead in blowing the horn and launched a tentative attack.
In the blink of an eye, six orc infantry phalanxes slowly advanced forward under the leadership of lower-level officers.
However, it is said that there are six phalanxes, but in fact there are not many. Generally speaking, a phalanx will not exceed fifty people at most. If it is less, there may be only more than thirty people. Six means less than three hundred people, and there is not even a staff responsible for blessing. Priest of divine magic.
Although the equipment looks quite sophisticated, it is not truly elite.
Due to the relationship between large-scale damage and the control of magic, wars in Faerûn rarely see complex and dense formations like those on Earth, with large phalanxes of hundreds or even thousands of people.
After all, in front of spellcasters, especially arcane spellcasters, simply stacking the depth and thickness of the phalanx cannot increase its defensive power.
On the contrary, you may be overwhelmed by the opponent's low-level Grease, Spider Web, Fireball, or Stinky Cloud Techniques and collapse in an instant.
As for resisting the cavalry attack...
Sorry, in this world full of supernatural powers, the cavalry really does not have such strong strength and noble status. It is just one of many arms.
The spell's ability to restrain them is even greater than that of infantry.
There are many examples of infantry defeating cavalry, and there is nothing to make a fuss about.
So what is popular in Faerûn is the small square array with a dozen or even thirty people as the basic unit.
If the professional level in the team is high enough, the number of people will be reduced to ten or even six, which is the configuration of a standard adventure team.
Among them will be healers such as priests and druids, as well as warriors as the core of defense and attack, mages and warlocks responsible for controlling and reversing the situation at critical moments, and occasionally a bard. The poet unleashes the magic of music to inspire his companions.
As for thieves, a sewer occupation that is extremely stretched in frontal combat, it is better to just do reconnaissance and sneak into enemy camps to steal intelligence.
In short, the number of people in a phalanx or even a squad on the battlefield is often inversely proportional to its true combat effectiveness.
Fewer people often mean more elite.
If there is a guy in a robe standing up, raising his hands in the air and starting to chant unfamiliar spells and make complicated spell-casting movements, then run as far as you can.
Anyone who is slower may be directly torn into pieces by the terrifying magical power.
Woo——
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the loud and penetrating horn sound and the thundering war drums amplified by magic, the tentative armies sent by both sides soon encountered each other in the center of the battlefield and started a bloody fight.
The human soldiers at Baldur's Gate wore leather armor and mail, and used traditional spears, while the orc soldiers used their favorite double-edged axes, and wore a stronger combination of mail and half-breastplates. .
Although the human soldiers had a longer and farther attack range, they were knocked to the ground in pieces at the moment of contact.
Many wooden spears are often unable to pierce the orcs' armor with one blow and cause effective damage to them. Instead, they are broken off by a heavy double-edged axe, losing their ability to cause damage. The biggest threat is the metal spearhead.
In less than ten minutes, one or two hundred human soldiers were chopped to the ground by strong orcs who had undergone strict training.
The leather armor and mail armor on their bodies cannot stop the attack of the heavy double-edged battle axe. Usually, after being hit once, the bones will break and blood will spurt out from the mouth and nose.
Rather than being hacked to death, it would be better to say that he was beaten to death.
Some helmets even dented immediately after being hit, and a large amount of viscous blood mixed with brain matter flowed out from inside.
Although some of the orcs died, most of the others were uninjured or only slightly injured.
To some extent, this also reflects the gap in logistics and equipment between the two sides.
Needless to say more about Zhentil Fort. All armor and weapons are produced through modern assembly lines and undergo a series of processes including high-temperature forging, heat treatment, stamping, etc.
Its quality is simply not comparable to that of ordinary blacksmiths and apprentices who knock it out bit by bit with a hammer.
The most important thing is to be large in quantity and fully equipped, so that soldiers of other races except goblins can be equipped
This alone can crush most of Faerûn. The armies of countries, city-states, and regions.
After all, even Amn, the most financially wealthy country, could only equip its soldiers with a metal helmet, a half-breastplate, and some other bits and pieces.
The rest of the small towns can only be equipped with some leather armor, and some use wooden armor.
But now, Fuzor Chamberry has the ability to equip the consumable orc soldiers with double-layer armor and double-edged battle axes that require a lot of fine steel. The luxury of his equipment is evident.
In contrast, there is only one city, and there is not even any iron ore to mine. It mainly relies on Baldur's Gate imported from Naxikai, an important town in Amn in the south. Even if it spends all its savings and borrows heavily, in the end, It can only guarantee that each soldier has one piece of leather armor or mail armor.
Only the elite among the elite can be equipped with armor with powerful protective power such as half breastplate, scale armor and full body armor.
As for the weapons, most of them are long pole weapons such as spears and spears that use relatively little iron.
No way.
The lack of iron ore resources has always been Baldur's Gate's biggest weakness.
The previous border conflicts with Amn were all about obtaining stable and cheap iron ingots.
"The great dark lord is protecting us! All those who resist will die in the end! Even the souls after death cannot escape Bane's control!"
After killing them all, Behind all the enemies, an orc officer held up a bloody head that had just been severed from the neck, and at the same time let out a rude and bloodthirsty roar at his men and enemies.
There is no doubt that they are different from the ordinary orcs in the wild who are chaotic in nature and only know destruction and killing.
These orcs, who have been trained and brainwashed by Zhentil Castle since childhood, simply look down on the orc gods, and even despise and spurn them, preferring to believe in the god of tyranny.
This is why King Asan IV of Cormyr even privately offered a very high price in order to obtain the command of a thousand orcs in Fort Zhentil.
The Orc Legion did not disappoint. When fighting the nomadic tribes that rushed out of the endless wasteland, they suffered an astonishing battle loss of more than ten to one, and they were firmly on the ground until the entire army was annihilated. He was nailed to the position without even taking a step back.
"Kill them all! Destroy them! Conquer them! Let them grovel and tremble under the feet of the God of Tyranny!"
"Spread the glory of the Dark Lord throughout the world!"
"Only obey Ben!"
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There is no doubt that they won such an overwhelming victory in the first battle, which immediately raised the morale of the Zhentil Fort side to the top. .
After all, before this, they had captured and occupied a large area of land from the Dragon Coast to West Heartland, as well as more than twenty important towns.
Except for a disastrous defeat at the gates of Eltoril, the others did not even encounter any decent resistance.
Some towns were afraid of being massacred after defeat, so they voluntarily surrendered after seeing the army approaching.
So many officers and soldiers who don't know the truth think that Fu Zouer Chambery can completely conquer this land and then establish an earthly heaven belonging to Ban.
And you can become a member of the ruling class, take away the houses, land and property of the indigenous people, and then turn them into slaves and slaves that you step on.
This is also why Zhentil Castle’s army is so powerful.
With the blessing of the will of the powerful lawful evil camp, as long as soldiers or officers can make contributions and win the war, they will be able to obtain amazing benefits, and even change their own class and gain access to advancement.
Even before Zuo Si redefined tyranny, there were countless countries and rulers in Faerûn who believed in Bane.
Because you want to expand quickly and become a military power, joining the camp of the God of Tyranny is the only option.
But soon, these orcs as the vanguard were fired by longbows from Baldur's Gate.
A large number of heavy arrows with armor-piercing effects fell from the sky, instantly killing and injuring most of them. The rest did not dare to stay within the shooting range, and turned around and retreated.
After all, although the protective ability of the half-breasted armor is very strong, it is not able to completely cover the whole body. The layer of chain armor underneath cannot stop the penetration of heavy arrows at all.
What's more, the orc warriors who use double-edged battle axes are not equipped with shields at all, and if they continue to stay, they may only be wiped out.
After a round of testing, the supreme commanders of both warring parties had a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the enemy and their own troops.
Fuzor Chamberry waved his hand without hesitation and said to the herald beside him: "Let our legion start taking action.
Especially the two wings.
If the hobgoblin cavalry and human cavalry can defeat the opponent's flank, then all the reserves will be thrown into the battlefield.
Remember, this war is best not to drag on too long. "
"Understood! ”
The herald hurriedly bent down and bowed, and quickly asked the mage on standby to convey the order to other middle and lower-level commanders through magic communication.
After a while, the entire group dispersed. Tilburg's war machine started to move.
The cavalry on both sides began to accelerate, making a large circle on the empty plain, trying to attract the opponent's attention.
Obviously, in this case, Sarevok had no choice but to separate his precious cavalry and cooperate with some infantry and crossbowmen to contain it.
As for taking the initiative to confront the opponent head-on, it is obviously not a wise move when the opponent has a numerical advantage.
What's more, although those swarming goblins and goblin dogs have great fighting capabilities, if they really rush in and cause chaos, the consequences will definitely be very serious.
In fact, Sarevok's tactical intention is very obvious, which is to rely on the terrain advantage to defend a wave first, and use the flesh millstones constructed in the formation to continuously consume the enemy's troops and create more killings and deaths.
In his eyes, tens of thousands of goblins are not cannon fodder at all, but food that can make him stronger and stronger.
In this way, with the loud shouts of killing, a war that attracted the attention of all forces finally kicked off.
For a time, the land originally used to grow wheat and other crops was quickly filled with dead bodies and blood.
It is foreseeable that the crops here next year will definitely grow better than this year.
Erenikas looked condescendingly at the tragic scene on the battlefield, and commented with a slightly arrogant and disdainful tone: "As far as I know, this land of death under my feet is actually the place where the Sword Coast countries and the A war broke out between the Amn empires to compete for this fertile land.
It was this war that led to the formation of a powerful country in the north of Amn, and many of them had royal families. The lineage family also declined and perished as a result.
But now, the same thing is happening again in the same place. This is really full of irony.
Speaking of which, short-lived races like you humans and orcs are really keen on waging war, causing destruction and killing, and will never learn from the lessons of the past.
Instead, we repeat the same mistakes we made before again and again. "
"Haha, what do you want to express? Does it reflect the superiority of elves with longer lifespan in terms of civilization level? "
Zuo Si raised his head and asked with a sneer, and then retorted unceremoniously: "Don't forget, the Crown Wars broke out several times between the elves more than 10,000 years ago. The casualties are no worse than those of humans.
Several ancient elven kingdoms were reduced to ashes in the war.
He even personally ruined his hegemony on the continent, causing the dark elves to settle in the Underdark, and eventually became an undying enemy.
In my opinion, elves are definitely better than humans when it comes to selfishness and evil.
It’s just that with the great Elf Lord Corellon suppressing them, most elves dare not act rashly for fear of being exiled like their dark-skinned evil cousins.
In addition, your magical rituals in creating the Eternal Gathering Island even tore apart the only continent at that time, causing the destruction of countless cities and civilizations, and killing hundreds of millions of creatures.
If Io, the supreme god, was not generous enough, and Changdea, the mother goddess of the earth, was not too lazy to care, it is not certain whether there is a race of elves in Faerûn.
Coupled with the destruction and killing caused by Dragon Madness and Mystery Lock over the years, elves still have the nerve to laugh at humans to show their sense of superiority?
Who gave you such courage?
The elves now seem to be indifferent to the world and are keen on art and enjoyment. In fact, it is just a helpless move to give up hegemony after their decline.
After all, the elves have long lost the capital to compete with humans for continental hegemony.
Because millions of humans have died and are still humans, the largest intelligent race in the world.
But if one million of the elves die, they may not be far from extinction.
The most important thing is, dear Irenicas, you are no longer an elf, both in appearance and in your inner soul. ”
In an instant!
Irenikas’s face became extremely ugly.
On the one hand, he was surprised that Zuo Si knew so much about the history of the elf race coming to the world of Toril. On the other hand, the last sentence "You have not been an elf for a long time" deeply hurt his heart.
There is no doubt that this legendary mage never gave up his elf identity and the pride that this identity brings.
You must know that the elves in Faerûn are very arrogant.
Especially those high elf nobles who were born in large cities with long history and splendid cultural heritage, almost every one of them looks down on other races, especially humans.
In their eyes, humans who only have a lifespan of a few decades are not only impatient and rude, but the towns they build seriously lack artistic beauty. They are often driven by greed and ambition. How can they be compared with the noble elves?
They are just a group of monkeys that have only been civilized for four or five thousand years.
Even the Netherese era, when human magic civilization reached its peak, was at best on par with the elves' unique magic system. And Irenicus is a typical example of this.
This is why he had such a huge obsession after being exiled.
After a long silence, Irenicas slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes to test: "Do you hate elves?"
Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't really hate it, I just don't like the arrogant expressions of the elf nobles.
After all, what right do a group of guys with dirty butts have to look down on others? ?
Don’t forget, humans are the natives of the world of Toril, one of the five creator races.
The elves are just a group of foreign invaders and colonists, and they even once invaded. The whole world is in a mess."
"I understand, in fact, your overall sense of elves is not very good.
This also means that if one day I fight back to the elf city Sodanisla in the Wildas Forest.
Not only will you not stop it, but you may stand on the sidelines and watch it be destroyed. ”
Erenikas touched his chin with a playful expression.
This is undoubtedly good news for his plan.
Wildas Forest is To the south of Amn and to the north of Tethyr, the West Coast Empire will definitely be the sphere of influence in the future.
If the leftists want to intervene, it will most likely have a huge impact on the entire plan.
But now that he has figured out his attitude towards the elves, Irenikas is not worried at all.
Because he knew that Zuo Si was obviously very happy to see the destruction of Sodanisla.
Once this important city is destroyed, the remaining elven villages can only rely on the protection of the human government to survive, otherwise only destruction awaits them.
At that time, we can not only resolve the possible conflict with the Elf Kingdom, but also pull out a nail that does not obey our will, unscrupulously cut down the expensive wood in this forest, and then expand the settlement and turn the forest into Farmland that can be farmed.
"Hahahaha! Don't say that. If Queen Alistar asks me for help, I will give her all support except substantial help, and I will strongly condemn you, the culprit."
Zuo Si laughed and expressed his attitude.
As a tyrant who aspires to build a unified empire, what he hates most is that there are various political entities with clear legal independent status in the area he rules.
Whether this political entity is a city built by elves in the forest, or an underground mine dug by dwarves.
Especially the possibility that Soldanisla maintains some kind of connection with the Elf Eternal Gathering Island, and the elf population ruled by the surrounding villages is as high as tens of thousands, which is simply a huge hidden danger.
It is no wonder that the previous rulers of the Kingdom of Tethyr actively sought to wage war against the elven forces of the Wildas Forest.
With such a group of guys accumulating strength there, who knows if they will suddenly jump out and stab them in the back decades or even centuries later, or suddenly claim the land in this area? It has belonged to a certain Elf Kingdom since ancient times, and substantial evidence can be produced.
After all, the elves have such a long history, and when they were most powerful, they almost occupied a large area of the richest land from north to south.
"Condemn? You really have a sense of humor."
The corner of Irenekas's mouth twitched slightly.
He obviously didn't think that he would be the kind of person who cared about reputation, and he wouldn't lose a piece of skin when he condemned something, so he could just condemn him casually.
Anyway, by the time he absorbs the power of the Tree of Life, he will have long since become one of the gods.
“No, this is not a sense of humor, but a necessary political attitude.
You can say it is hypocritical, but you must not not do it because of it.
< br>Also, how have you considered my previous proposal?
You must know that the fateful battle for the sons of Baal is about to begin.
When the war reaches an anxious state, Sarevok sends out all the reserve teams around him, and Aberdare's team will immediately use teleportation magic to rush in and perform the beheading.
If nothing else, this process will be very fast and will be over within a few minutes at most. ”
After that, Zuo Si turned his attention to the people at the top of another mountain on the other side of the river.
After having breakfast after the sun rose, they had been recharging their energy and kept working. Examine weapons, armor and carry magic items, scrolls, potions
The reason why he didn't take action immediately was that Sarevok still had a reserve team of about 2,000 people.
If you choose to teleport at this time, you will inevitably face the siege of a large number of enemies.
The best time to launch a surprise attack is only when the formation begins to become chaotic and the two warring parties are completely in a mess.
"Let's wait until the two Sons of Baal decide the winner. At least I want to confirm whether what you said before is true."
Erenikas gently Fidgeting with his fingers, his expression became obviously nervous.
Because he has extracted divine power and divinity from the bodies of other Sons of Baal, he can begin to feel that as the battle between the two armies causes more and more deaths, something in his soul is becoming more and more excited and exciting. The more excited he gets, the more he seems to be cheering at the top of his lungs.
This is obviously not normal.
At least not within the scope of what was originally expected.
Erenikas always felt that God was just a process from quantitative change to qualitative change after the accumulation of faith and powerful power.
But now it seems that it is not that simple, but there are still many hidden mysteries.
He was 100% sure that the young man in front of him must know more than himself.
After the simple conversation ended, the two quickly fell into silence again, condescendingly watching the battle below.
Obviously, a battle like this involving tens of thousands of people cannot be decided in a short while.
Both sides are constantly trying to squeeze each other in the midfield, forcing them to shrink to gain more space for themselves.
Whenever a phalanx or several phalanxes are compressed into a crowded circle and surrounded by the enemy, the people inside can basically be declared dead.
Because when too many people are crowded together, they can't move their arms and legs at all, let alone swing their weapons to kill the enemy. They can only watch their companions around them fall one after another until it's their turn.
That kind of helplessness and despair is enough to cause most people who are not mentally strong enough to completely collapse, and even choose to commit suicide.
Seeing that the battle situation was beginning to become anxious, and his army was a little unable to push forward, Fuzoul Chambery gave a wink to the Manson clone behind him who was always staring at his butt.
The latter immediately understood the idea, turned around and led the mage group to start chanting incantations loudly to perform magic rituals.
A total of more than forty Zhentil Castle mages joined in, each contributing at least one third-level spell slot.
When the ceremony was completed, dozens of dazzling red fireballs shot from the sky and hit the place where the Baldur's Gate army had the strongest resistance and the densest crowds.
Before anyone else could react to what happened, fire and explosions quickly swept through the surrounding area.
Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
More than two to three hundred of the most elite Flame Fist mercenaries and their experienced captains were completely devoured in the fierce burning.
After the explosion and fire dissipated, people could only see charred black corpses, soaked in almost molten steel.
The appearance of death can be as terrifying as it is.
What is even more frightening is that their deaths caused several gaps along the entire front.
Before the reserve team at the rear rushed forward to block it, thousands of goblins rushed in under the orders of the hobgoblin officers.
Because goblins are very short and do not wear armor, they can move much more nimbly than human soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, they rush into the queue along the cracks, using the sharp daggers at hand to cut the ligaments of the enemy's calves, or directly insert them into the vital parts of the lower body.
After only about three to five minutes, painful and piercing screams came from Baldur's Gate.
Many Flame Fist mercenaries fell to the ground clutching their lower bodies and twitching before they had time to show their strength. As a result, they were stabbed in the eyes or necks by the goblins who came in later.
As we all know, the most important part of an army in the cold weapon era is those veterans who have seen blood and killed people, and have rich combat experience and obedience.
For Baldur's Gate, these people are the Flame Fist mercenaries.
They are not only the best soldiers, but also the backbone of the entire army. They shoulder the important responsibility of supervising the battle team, setting up a command system, and rushing to block the gap at critical moments to prevent large-scale collapse and escape.
So now when so many Flame Fist mercenaries died at once, those recruits who couldn't bear the brutal fighting immediately had the idea of escape.
And their turning around and running away triggered a chain reaction, causing the soldiers around and behind them to also run together, eventually forming a coercion.
Even if an officer wants to stop it, there is probably nothing he can do now.
Either take a few punches and then run together, or be stabbed to death by a collapsed soldier.
If it were any other commander, he would probably panic to death immediately after seeing this situation, but Sarevok didn't care at all. He raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and rushed aside. The archer on standby ordered: "Aim at the fleeing soldiers and the pursuing goblins and fire three volleys."
"What? Your Excellency, are you crazy? Those are our soldiers!" Another officer next to him reminded in shock.
"Sorry, it wasn't the moment they escaped."
A frightening red light burst out of Sarevok's eyes instantly, and the former was so frightened that he couldn't help but beat him Shivering, he did not dare to continue to dissuade him, so he raised his hand to signal to start shooting.
In an instant, densely packed arrows soared into the air, drawing a beautiful parabola above the battlefield, and then plunged towards the target area.
Swish, swish, swish——
"Ah!!! I...I was hit by an arrow!"
"Damn it! What the hell is going on? Why are those crossbowmen aiming at us and shooting?"
"Not good! ! The second round of arrow rain is coming! Run in the opposite direction! "bastard! This must be intentional!" >
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Accompanied by screams and curses, the soldiers who finally escaped from the meat grinder in front could only rush towards the goblins who couldn't kill them no matter how they carried their weapons.
Seeing that the battle line was once again stabilized, Sarevok showed a proud expression and said to his cronies behind him: "Now you immediately bring the reserve team to press the battle line to ensure that those new recruits will not appear in large numbers again. Escape situation. Remember, kill anyone who dares to turn around, don't show mercy."
"As you wish, Master"
The human warrior put one hand on his chest. He bowed, then drew his sword and shouted loudly to his men to line up in rows and march toward the battlefield ahead.
After the reserve team went up, Sarevok was left with only a small number of archers and a few personal guards.
Just as he was enjoying the growing power and divinity in his body, a dazzling white beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.
The next second...
Aberdare rushed out, raised the giant sword in his hand and roared: "For Gillian! Prepare to die! Sarevok !”
Cang!
The two two-handed giant swords collided instantly, causing sparks to fly in all directions.
At the critical moment, Sarevok relied on his superb combat skills and experience to pull out his weapon in time to block the attack. He also used his stronger strength attribute to push the opponent away. He sneered and taunted: "I thought it was... Who is it? It turns out to be you, my half-brother. I didn’t expect that after you escaped from Baldur’s Gate with your tail between your legs, you didn’t quickly find a place to hide, but you actually joined the army of Zhentil Keep to seek revenge? You are so impatient!"
"It doesn't matter who is impatient! I swear, no matter where you go, I will chop off your head with my own hands."
Aberdare is obviously not a person who likes to think. After being repelled, he quickly began to swing his giant sword with both hands and attack fiercely.
A guard under Sarevok rushed up to protect his employer, but was cut in half with his terrifying sword. Blood, intestines and other internal organs instantly flowed to the floor.
About a second later, Jasira and others also rushed out of the teleportation beam.
Sancho unceremoniously threw a [Ma Youfu Acid Arrow] in the face of his enemy.
As Zuo Si's apprentice, he knew very well how to retaliate in order to make his opponent feel painful, so he decisively resorted to this "disfigurement magic" which is quite famous in the universe
Sarovok He happened to be entangled in Aberdare, so he couldn't use his hands to block or dodge. On the spot, he was smeared in the face with a strong green corrosive liquid.
One of the eyes was burned blind by strong acid on the spot.
The huge pain caused him to instantly burst out with terrifying power that ordinary people could not imagine.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! How dare you!!!"
I saw blood-red divine power spurting out of Sarevok's body like a tide. It came out and quickly swept hundreds of meters around it.
Anyone affected by the divine power will immediately feel a biting chill and an indescribable urge to kill.
Those who are timid and not strong-willed enough may even be frightened and collapse on the ground with a plop, feces and urine, and their whole bodies shaking uncontrollably.
That is the fear from the deepest part of the soul!
It is the best proof of the huge gap between mortals and gods!
After kicking Aberdare away, Sarevok finally raised his head and revealed his terrifying face corroded by strong acid. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Very good! Really!" Very good! I didn't expect you losers to have the courage to assassinate me! In that case, let me kill you all here."
With the last word, this person blurted out. The most powerful Son of Baal in the Sword Coast suddenly raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.
Aberdare instantly felt that his neck was stuck by an invisible force, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.
Following this, this force pulled him straight towards the sword in Sarevok's hand.
If he really hits him, the armor on his body may not be able to protect him. His heart will be penetrated in minutes, and he will die in a very short period of time.
“No!!!!!!”
At this moment of facing death, Aberdare obviously also burst out his potential, and his whole body quickly grew extremely hard. At the same time, a thick tail extends from the back of the buttocks, and the hands and feet look like sharp claws.
He finally succeeded in turning himself into one of the incarnations of Baal, the God of Murder, a killer who once made countless mortals shudder at the sight of him.
After the transformation was completely completed, Aberdare broke free from the shackles of divine power almost instantly, and pounced on Sarevok like a madman, trying to cut him into pieces.
It is not difficult to judge from those eyes that have no emotion and are completely like a beast. He has now completely lost consciousness, leaving only the most primitive desire for killing and death.
Bang!
Sarovok first forced Aberdare to dodge with his sword, then raised his iron-gloved fist and knocked him away. He grinned wildly and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! You really amaze me. I'm amazed, my dear brother.
I didn't expect that even a waste like you could tap into the power of my father's bloodline and gain the ability to become a killer.
But so what?
Do you think you are the only one who can transform into a killer? "
Sarovok also released the divine power in his body and showed his killer form.
But the difference from Aberdare is that although his eyes are also full of lust, The impulse of blood, but he did not completely lose his mind, but exuded the aura of destruction and death like a demon lord.
"Oh - my God! He... what kind of monsters have they become? ”
A Baldur’s Gate officer opened his mouth in disbelief.
"That's the Slayer! The incarnation of Baal, the late god of murder! If you don't want to die, stay away from them."
Jasira reminded everyone around her with a solemn expression.
Because the situation she was most worried about happened, and there was nothing she could do about it.
(End of this chapter)