Chapter 775 Conversation between father and son (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
There is no doubt that Storm Silverhand’s evaluation of Dark Prince Graia is undoubtedly very accurate.
Because with the defeat of Demogorgon's incarnation, Prim was destroyed again and again before he could condense into the form of a giant. He finally began to pursue the City of Shadows mercilessly.
Whether it was high-level mages and priests of Shar, officers and ordinary soldiers, or the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry who were forced to surrender to the former, they were all treated equally.
No sympathy!
No mercy!
Some are just killing without mercy!
Hundreds of people were crushed to death like ants, and then swallowed by the endless darkness. Wherever the black curtain passed, there was only death and silence, and not even the corpses were left. Down.
Even if someone kneels on the ground and weeps bitterly to express his willingness to surrender and become a slave, he will not be forgiven.
Graia's expressionless handsome face and cold eyes vividly demonstrated his character and the flaws of his natural god-like powers.
Any scholar who has done a little research on natural god-like powers that do not rely on faith to maintain their existence, such as wild gods and ancient evil creatures, will know that these powerful and terrifying beings often have one thing in common, and that is a serious lack of compassion and empathy.
The reason is simple.
They have never truly experienced the feeling of being weak, so how can they understand the idea that they can casually shoot or trample mortals to death.
And these beings do not need to rely on faith to maintain their existence at all. They basically do not listen to the prayers of believers every day like gods, and feel the joys, sorrows and joys of ordinary people's daily lives, and often regard them as a kind of distraction. A toy for boring time, or a resource of certain value.
So most of the gods, ancient evil beings and other innate god-like powers are evil and scorn the morality, order and law established by mortal society.
Obviously, the Dark Prince Graya also has the same problem.
In his opinion, from the moment Telamante chose to go to war with him, the entire City of Shadows should die from top to bottom.
He will use a complete massacre to declare to the entire Faerûn continent, so that everyone will understand what it means to be an enemy of him.
In fact, this lack of sympathy and empathy is not unique to Grea. Zuo Si’s other heir, Little Annie, is actually the same.
It’s just that the latter’s mind is still very naive and not very mature, so it has a certain degree of plasticity and can be slowly corrected through education.
But since Grea gained a relatively complete and mature mind soon after his birth, he was even more obvious in this regard, almost never caring about the feelings of mortals.
In the Dark Prince's understanding, there are only three types of mortals.
The first one is the "resources" and "property" that will belong to you in the future, such as the residents and the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr. You need to treat them with a little more gentleness and give them shelter;
The second type are residents of other areas who have no relationship with you, just ignore them;
The third type are guys who are controlled by your opponents. These people usually have strong hostility towards themselves. And as the fights, violence and killings escalate, irreconcilable hatred will gradually develop, requiring heavy blows to be cleared up quickly like mowing grass without leaving any further consequences.
Therefore, Grea's current large-scale massacre is not due to bloodlust or impulsiveness, but an extremely rational decision made after careful consideration.
It is precisely because of this that Storm Silverhand feels that he is far more terrifying than those tyrants, careerists, and leaders of evil organizations.
Because this young god-like power will never stop easily once he starts taking action. Instead, he will kill thousands of people with unimaginable efficiency, without even allowing others to react or intervene. Chance.
When he thinks that the Prince of Darkness will become the monarch of the Kingdom of Cormyr in the future, and the valley where the Shadow Valley is located happens to have a large land border with Cormyr, Storm Silverhand can't help but feel nervous, worried and anxious. .
She is not sure whether the future Kingdom of Cormyr will reach out to the valley that is still a stretch of sand and try to annex this rich land suitable for farming.
But what is certain is that the relationship between the two parties will not be as easy and harmonious as before.
Especially with the support of the huge size of the West Coast Empire, the power of the Cormyr royal family will inevitably grow exponentially, and it will not be long before it becomes formidable.
If you include Sambia, which ended the civil war after a round of reshuffling, the valley is almost surrounded, and only the newly recovered Elf Kingdom Cormanthor in the north can barely be regarded as an ally.
Even Storm Silverhand can think of things that Elminster cannot possibly think of.
So after a brief moment of thinking, he finally made up his mind to lead the Harper Alliance people to join the melee, hoping to cool down the situation a little.
But the interesting part is that before the group of people could get close to the battlefield, a dramatic scene happened.
To be precise, they encountered Zhentarim high-level officials such as Fu Zolcheberry, the clone Manson, and Simon Meng.
As an intelligence organization that has been in love with the Harper Alliance for hundreds of years, the Zhentarim have obviously been aware of Elminster's movements a long time ago, and are also very concerned about the situation in Tiffanton, and It also has a hostile relationship with Yinhun City.
How could they not get involved when it was obvious that there might be something cheap like this?
After all, whether the City of Shade is defeated or the Harper Alliance is severely damaged, the Zhentarim can take advantage of the situation and weaken their opponents, or even eliminate a powerful enemy once and for all.
Looking at the insidious and cunning face of Fu Zolcheberry, Storm Silverhand immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes and asked: "What do you want to do here?"
"Very Simple.
I don't want you to interfere in this shadow war.
Because the threat posed to the Moon Sea by the return of Ghost City to the material plane is too great. >
So I hope that the Dark Prince Graia can help me kill all Telamante and his sons
This way I can easily deal with the threat from the Enook Desert and achieve what I've always wanted to achieve. ”
Fu Zolcheberry did not make any cover up and stated his intention directly.
It is not difficult to see from the gloating revealed in his eyes and tone that he was disappointed with the outcome of this war. It can be said that he is very satisfied.
After all, as long as the Ghost City is completely destroyed, the pressure faced by Zhentil Castle will disappear instantly.
By integrating the towns and villages around the Moon Sea. With the strong strength of the dictatorship, whether it is to go south to seize the land of the Elf Kingdom Comanso, or to go east to invade Hantu and Inbutu, it will be a good choice.
As a voter of Bane, the god of tyranny, after witnessing with his own eyes how Zuo Si built a huge west coast empire from scratch, Fuzzolcheberry's ambitions grew like wild weeds in the wilderness, and he also longed to build a huge empire on the west coast. An empire of its own.
Considering that there was almost no room for expansion in the west, he naturally set his sights on the east, where it was easier to conquer and occupy.
Of course, all this must be based on the complete destruction of the City of Shadows.
Otherwise, as long as there are still a few ghost princes and dozens of high-level mages alive, they will use the Shadow Sea as a base to form a strategic deterrent to Zhentil Castle.
"Ha! Killing with a borrowed knife? When did you, the tyrant of the Moon Sea, become as fond of intrigues as Manson? Do Soth and his heirs really frighten you so much?"< br>
Elminster was obviously angry at the other party's shamelessness.
He originally thought that the Zhentarim would block here because they wanted to kill him or capture all the senior leaders of the Harper Alliance.
After all, this kind of thing often happened more than once when Manson was still the leader.
But who would have thought that they just don’t want anyone to step forward and save the precarious City of Shadows.
However, Elminster does have the intention to win over the City of Shadows.
Because the Harper Alliance he founded has always advocated the theory of balance, and what the area around the Eno Oak Desert needs right now is to maintain a balance of power.
In particular, retaining Ghost City can not only deter Zhentil Keep from invading and harming other areas, but also slightly restrict the Kingdom of Cormyr from expanding in the future, which will fully turn to the West Coast Empire. So fast that it affects the valley.
Before Fuzuolcheberry had time to refute, Xi Manmeng, the controller of the dark intelligence network, stood up and questioned with a smile: "If you are not afraid, why didn't you do it in the first place? Time to stand up?
Especially while the incarnation of the demon prince Demogorgon is still around.
Admit it, Elminster.
As you get older, you are actually not as brave and fearless as you thought.
And the Prince of Darkness has already shown his strength through two battles.
You must know that neither Cyric nor Demogorgon is a soft persimmon.
He deserves everyone's awe, doesn't he? "
After saying that, Ximanmeng did not forget to glance at Greia standing at the top of the huge black curtain with the corner of his eye.
Although at this moment this godlike boy who looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was just standing there motionless, he still exuded an aura of darkness and nothingness that towered over all living beings, as if the night belonged to him.
Under the curtain, countless shadow creatures continue to attack the defense line built by the soldiers and mages of the City of Shadows.
Although the City of Shadows has lived in the shadow plane for thousands of years, it should be quite experienced in dealing with such creatures.
But in the face of overwhelming numbers, no matter how powerful the magic is, it is of no avail.
Daylight, Sunburst, Fireball and other spells targeting shadow creatures illuminate the night sky one after another, often killing hundreds of black shadows in an instant, or even clearing them completely. A large area ahead.
But this does nothing to slow down the coming of death.
Every time a shadow creature is killed, more will emerge from the curtain behind it, one after another like huge waves in a storm.
Under the impact of these guys, even the protective barrier formed by dozens of high-level mages jointly casting spells was shattered.
If you encounter a shadow dragon, a high-level shadow, a creature twisted by a legendary mage or other powerful monster, such as the lost incarnation of Demogorgon, you may not be able to survive even a minute.
What's more, there is the inner ghost Brenas who is carrying the Demon Moon Blade everywhere to cause destruction, making it impossible for any barrier or magic circle to last for more than ten minutes.
Feeling that more and more souls were being absorbed by him, Prince of Darkness Graya could not help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "So everything that happened in front of you was what you expected, father, right?
Whether it is Ovo and the floating city he controls, or Brenas, the mole who has been arranged in advance, they are all prepared to deal with the Ghost City.
These people are like. The chess pieces are quietly placed in important positions, waiting to stand up and play a role when needed.
Brenath, in particular, should have been made into a planeswalker summoning creature card by you.
Interesting, really interesting.
I really want to know how many of these hidden pieces you have planted. ”
As the last word blurted out, Greya suddenly felt something, turned around suddenly and stared at his right side.
Although there was nothing there in the eyes of outsiders, but But he felt the spark that was unique to the planeswalker.
That kind of resonance that cannot be described in words is absolutely unmistakable.
"I have arranged many chess pieces like this, so many. Beyond your imagination. After all, I have a lot of enemies, so I always need to make a few more emergency backup plans, right? ”
Zuo Si's voice came from the place where the Prince of Darkness was staring.
Graia immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked in an uncertain tone: "When did you come? Why can't I see anything?"
Zuo Si still remained invisible. He smiled and replied: "I have been here from the beginning.
It's just that I used some kind of technique to distort reality and the perception of everyone around me, making everyone including you invisible.< br>
I have to say that I am quite satisfied with your calm performance in the face of danger today.
You know, I thought you were going to suffer a little loss at the hands of Telamante and Demogorgon.
Also, how did you create this divine-like dark curtain?
It is like a demiplane between the material world, the Shadow Plane and the Dark Void.
But it can provide you and those shadow creatures with additional strength bonuses, as if it is some kind of exclusive domain. "
When mentioning this matter, Grea finally showed a hint of pride. He pointed to the large area of land around Tifantun and explained: "I sent someone in advance to make some small objects made of fragments of my own divine power. The thing was buried in the soil. Through these props, I can release my god-like power through network nodes one after another until the scene you see is formed. ”
"Use props made from fragments of divine power to form a network?"
In order to facilitate communication, Zuo Si made himself change from invisible to translucent with a slight outline, his eyes shone slightly, and he was obviously attracted by I was amazed by my son's whimsy and creativity.
Because although this thing is easy to say, it is quite difficult to actually do it. It can even be said that more than 80% of the gods cannot do it.
“Yes.
But I also used the shadow magic network and the blessing of dark power at night in Faerûn.
If it were daylight or in a place where there was no shadow magic net, it would probably be difficult to form such a huge curtain.
At least the scale is much smaller. ”
Graia stated the limitations of this ability very simply.
But Zuo Si praised indifferently: “Even so, you have accomplished something quite remarkable.” feat.
After all, the power of a planeswalker is to use its own spark to connect endless time, space and universe.
Then use things including energy and rules for your own use.
With only a small land card, you can bring the shadow magic network and night of Faerûn to any world. ”
“Thank you for the compliment. But this time, it’s thanks to Brenas you installed in Ghost City, otherwise I wouldn’t have won so easily. "
The Prince of Darkness put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express his gratitude to his father.
Because Brenas not only created division and chaos within the City of Shadows, but also restrained The most difficult person to deal with was Demogorgon, and he let the fatal sealing magic hit him
"Haha, I hope you can learn this lesson. Next time you fight against other enemies, you'd better find a way to plant a spy or a few inside them. Although this is not easy for other people, it is not easy for planeswalkers. But it’s not that difficult.”
With a smile, Zuo Si taught his son the relevant experience of how to use the planeswalker’s abilities as a veteran.
Graia was obviously very smart and understood the meaning immediately, and asked thoughtfully: "You mean to make an important person of the opponent into a planeswalker summoning creature card? "
Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "Absolutely correct.
Remember, intelligence is always the most important part in determining the outcome of a war
You have to establish your own messaging channel and make sure it's always in control.
Otherwise you will become deaf and blind.
No matter how strong you are, you will inevitably fall into passivity, or even be led by the enemy. "
"Understood, I think I already know how many mistakes I made unintentionally this time. By the way, what do you think I should do with the City of Shadows, and how should I end it all? ”
Graia pretended to be asking for advice humbly.
With no relevant experience at all, he was eager to get some guidance from his father.
But Zuo Si shook his head directly: "Don't ask me.
You started this war, so it's up to you to make the decision. Don't expect me to wipe your ass for you. .
Also, don’t imitate your mother
Because her political talent and talent are beyond words.
You must know that becoming a qualified ruler is not as simple as imagined.
Not only must we understand the nature and operation of power, but we must also learn to identify the information we need from all kinds of lies and deceptions.
When will you be able to easily control the entire bureaucracy and make those agents of power love and fear you, then you will be qualified. "
After hearing these words, the Prince of Darkness fell into silence for a moment. After a full minute, he raised his head and asked: "Why did you choose your mother in the first place? Is it because of her beauty or special status? ”
“It’s the latter.
I want to exert influence over the Kingdom of Cormyr, even indirectly control it.
Your mother happens to be a near-perfect candidate.
And she is really wild when there are no outsiders, full of a kind of enthusiasm that ordinary women do not have, and brings me a lot of happiness. "
Zuo Si openly admitted his truest feelings for Steel Princess Yalusel without any concealment.
"So she is also a pawn under your control? "Greya continued to ask with curiosity.
Zuo Si replied without hesitation: "Strictly speaking, yes.
Because in politics if you don't take the initiative, then the other party will take the initiative.
This is It is a complete zero-sum game, and it is a winner-takes-all game. There is no win-win situation.
You can show your kindness when you win, but you must not place your hopes on the other party. Mercy, otherwise you will definitely lose miserably.
What's more, I played my role almost perfectly and fulfilled everything your mother desired. If you don't believe it, you can ask. Does she love me?
Believe me, there is only one answer you will get, and that is love.
Besides, without my intervention, your mother would never have sat on the throne of Cormyr.
With her political level, she would only assist Assan V as regent until adulthood, and then be kicked away like garbage.
After all, the game of politics and power is so cruel, and there is never any talk of family ties and blood ties. ”
"So... I can also use the same method to control those women, making them fall in love with me and willingly become pawns under my control?"
Graia's eyes shone slightly as if she had opened a new world. door.
With no sense of morality and empathy, he did not get angry because his mother Yalusel was a pawn. Instead, he felt that his father's methods were very clever and he eagerly wanted to learn and Follow suit.
Because the cost of this method is very low, but the benefits that can be obtained from it are very huge.
Faced with his eager-to-learn son, Zuo Si certainly would not hide his secrets and gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
"Of course.
But it should be noted that although you can use them as tools, you must also meet their spiritual and material, physical and psychological needs.
You can use them as tools. This kind of thing is regarded as a transaction.
Only by constantly giving positive feedback, those women will be devoted to you and even be willing to sacrifice their lives and even their souls for you.
Control and enslavement is a very profound science.
I suggest you pick a relatively simple target as your practice target first.
For example, the maids in the palace of the Kingdom of Cormyr or the women of noble families who are loyal to the royal family. ”
There is no doubt that if any outsider heard the conversation between the father and son at this moment, they would be shocked beyond measure.
After all, although there are many fathers who can teach their sons how to pick up girls, There are absolutely not many people who are so naked.
Not to mention that the Prince of Darkness was just born, technically he is less than one year old.
Just when Greya wanted to ask for more details and techniques, he suddenly felt an astonishing energy coming from the distance. He turned around and saw a dazzling silver fire suddenly bursting in mid-air, making a deafening roar.
Boom! ! ! ! !
A high-level mage from the Zhentarim fell down, and his entire body was almost burned into a mutilated skeleton by the terrifying energy.
“That is—the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic!”
Greya directly locked onto Elminster and Storm Silverhand with her divine-like power that surpassed ordinary people’s vision, and also discovered The clones Manson, Fozolcheberry, Ximanmeng and others were having a heated exchange of opinions with them.
Obviously, the two groups couldn't reach an agreement in the end and started fighting.
Including the Harper Alliance and the Zhentarim, there is the Battle of the Floating City and the spell duel of the Grand Arcanist of the Netheril era in the sky above. On the ground, there are Breenas and other ghost princes, high-level Civil war among mages.
The scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing makes people can’t help but sigh that it is indeed the continent of Faerûn.
Only in this land with so many organizations of all kinds can we see the presence of other forces in a war that originally only involved two parties.
“Haha, Elminster is still the same as before, and he can’t change his bad habit of being nosy.
However, the Zhentarim will go to great lengths this time to allow you to completely destroy the City of Shades.
Especially Fu Zolcheberry, has begun to use the power given to him by Bane.
It seems that the two sides can't tell the winner for a while. "
Zuo Sirao joked with a half-smile, not taking this small scene seriously at all.
After all, the power he possesses is no longer that of Ir. Münster and Fuzholchbury are within their reach
"Are you going to stop these two groups?"
The Prince of Darkness frowned subconsciously.
"No, you should hurry up and end this war. Because I can already feel the eyes of several gods coming towards me."
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored his son. In response, he directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.
As soon as he walked away, a beautiful woman wrapped in black translucent gauze, exuding a mysterious aura from head to toe, appeared out of thin air.
"Share, the Goddess of Night?!"
Greya confirmed the opponent's identity almost instantly, and at the same time, she clenched the long sword burning with black flames in her hand and entered the fighting state.
"Relax, my child, there is no need to be so nervous. I believe you already know that I don't have any ill intentions towards you, right?"
Shar walked slowly and gracefully. Coming towards you.
When the distance between the two was less than half a meter, she stopped and stretched out her slender fingers to gently rest on the shoulders of the Prince of Darkness. She suddenly brought her face closer like a drug addict. He took a deep breath, and then let out a moan that was enough to make people think endlessly.
What pure darkness!
What a silent nothingness!
All of this makes the Night Goddess seem to have returned to the beautiful era before the sun appeared at the beginning of her creation.
Out of instinctive reaction, Shar opened his arms as if he was holding the Prince of Darkness tightly in his arms and never let go.
But unfortunately, the latter obviously didn't like this kind of overly intimate action, and suddenly released a powerful god-like power to push Shar back, while at the same time retreating to create a relatively safe distance.
"Sorry, I can't trust you yet."
Graia expressed her attitude clearly.
Not to mention the goddess of the night in front of him, even hugging and kissing Yalusel as a mother would make him feel strong discomfort.
If it had been anyone else who had made such an almost offensive move, Shar would have turned against him and imposed divine punishment.
But for Greia, she showed extraordinary tolerance. Instead of being angry, she took off her black veil and revealed a beautiful face that could drive all men crazy. She smiled and said: "I can understand your wariness and suspicion.
After all, I have many irreconcilable conflicts with your father, Soth, and we have even openly become enemies.
But please believe me, I don't have even the slightest ill will towards you.
On the contrary, I want to help you understand the dark power you possess and become stronger.
Because you are the only person in this world who can make me feel at peace, and you are also the only person worthy of my love.
I have to say that fate is a very interesting thing sometimes.
Soth is obviously my enemy, but he gave birth to you. "
Seeing the goddess of the night's reaction, which seemed to reveal her true feelings, Greya's tense nerves relaxed a little. She put the sword back into its sheath and carefully tested: "You are here today. What do you want to do? Save the city of ghosts that is about to be destroyed? "
"The City of Shadows?
Hahahaha!
No, my child, the City of Shadows is of no importance to me.
I've given them up completely since they started plotting against you.
As long as you nod, I can even destroy it myself and make those daring fools pay the heaviest price for offending you.
In fact, my incarnation is entirely for you.
It’s not easy to avoid your cunning father. "
While saying these words, Shar glanced at the floating city above his head with eyes full of disgust.
Because since returning to the material world, Yinhun City's crotch-stretching performance has really disappointed her.
Especially Telemante who was as timid as a mouse and missed many opportunities.
But the most important thing is to cooperate with the demon prince Demogorgon without authorization in order to capture his son of darkness as a bargaining chip.
“So you want me to be your chosen one?”
Graia seemed to have noticed something.
"The Chosen One?
No, that is something prepared for mortals, not worthy of your status at all.
In fact, I want you to be my son of God.
Just like the position Talona gave your father Soth.
You don’t need to follow any rules and dogma. You can do whatever you want. All my churches in the world must obey your orders.”< br>
Shar opened her arms and made the offer in an excited and excited tone.
If she wasn't afraid of scaring the Prince of Darkness, she would have wanted to tie him back to her own country and hold him in her arms like a pillow and have a good sleep.
Graia lowered his head and thought for a moment, and finally declined politely: "I need time to think about it, and I can't give you a definite answer right away."
"It doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly, My door here is always open to you, but in return for this kindness, can you let me hold you for a while..."
Shar blinked her watery eyes. His eyes looked pitiful.
"Yes!"
After hesitating for a moment, Grea agreed.
After all, it’s just a hug, and he won’t lose a piece of meat.
After receiving the desired response, the goddess of the night jumped up excitedly like a little girl in love, and then rushed forward without saying a word, her whole body hanging in the darkness like an octopus. The prince greedily sniffed the scent emanating from the latter.
Before the latter could react, Shar closed her eyes and fell asleep.
This will not be dealt with directly by Grea.
He first tried to wake the other person up, but found that it was useless. He tried to get it off his body but couldn't pull it off at all.
“Damn it!”
The Prince of Darkness finally noticed something was wrong and couldn’t help but curse in a low voice.
Obviously Shar played a little trick on this matter.
Grea, who lacked life experience, accidentally fell into the other party's trap.
The only way to escape the current situation is to activate the planeswalker's spark and leave Faerûn.
But doing so is obviously inconsistent with the original intention of maintaining a good relationship with the goddess of the night.
In the end, he had no choice but to rush towards the remaining troops of Shade City who were still resisting with Shar hanging on his body, intending to complete the ending work of the war as soon as possible.
You must know that the place where Shar's incarnation appears most often is the City of Shadows.
Therefore, many people in the Yinhun City army know the appearance of the incarnation of the goddess of the night.
So when Greya appeared in everyone's sight, Revalan once again suffered a critical hit that far exceeded the upper limit of his own blood volume. He knelt on the ground with a plop and was dumbfounded. He pinched his thigh hard and twitched. Mouth made sure it wasn't a dream or hallucination.
Because no believer of the Goddess of Night would regard the beautiful woman lying in front of him like a bird in the arms of the Prince of Darkness as Shar.
The contrast in personality between before and after is really too great.
But the problem is that the divine power overflowing in the other party is real.
what happened?
Is the world going to end?
How did our mysterious, evil, cold, and cruel goddess become like this?
All of Shar's followers were as stunned as they were trying to find a reasonable and convincing reason.
Unfortunately, reality is often so cruel and abstract.
After spanking himself several times, the burning pain on his face made Revalan finally realize that this was not an illusion. His eyes suddenly lost all their energy, and he stopped all resistance like a zombie.
About two or three minutes later, he shouted hysterically like crazy: "Come on! Kill me! What are you waiting for?"
For this request, The Prince of Darkness has always responded to requests. He directly penetrated the opponent's chest with his sword and said sarcastically in a cold tone: "You are so pathetic. You are trapped in the whirlpool of faith and unable to extricate yourself. Put all your hopes in the gods. What do you think a god is? A universal wishing machine for mortals?" "Shar... My beloved goddess of the night! Why do you want me?" So pious and loyal..."
Revalan obviously didn't listen to what Greya said, but wanted to reach out and touch Shar's bare foot before he died. white and tender bare feet.
But at the moment when it was about to touch, a powerful force instantly bounced it away. The whole person was placed on a rock and spit out a mouthful of blood, and swallowed his last breath with reluctance.
There is no doubt that this is the tragic situation of being abandoned by the gods.
For most purely professional priests, losing the gift and faith of the gods often means losing everything.
Revalan's death was like the straw that broke the camel's back, instantly triggering a chain reaction of collapse.
Everyone realized that the destruction of Shade City was unstoppable, because Shar had given up on them and supported the enemy.
As panic and despair spread, the mages, who had always been selfish, took the lead in turning around and running away, followed closely by the officers and soldiers.
As we all know, in most wars, the real casualties usually do not come from frontal battles, but from the pursuit when morale breaks down and people start to flee.
At this time, because everyone is thinking about escaping, no one is willing to stay behind with the belief that they will die to buy time for their teammates, so they rarely encounter strong resistance when killing.
In just a few minutes, more than a third of the fleeing Ghost City army suffered casualties. All of them were dragged into the darkness and killed by the chasing shadow creatures, and then twisted into their own kind.
But even so, the others who were still running had no intention of stopping.
At this moment, there is only one thought in their hearts, and that is to escape from this nightmare place as soon as possible.
As for ideals such as the City of Shadows and the revival of Netheril, it is only true to keep your life as far as possible.
Normally speaking, mages should start activating teleportation magic and teleport away immediately.
The problem is, Grea will focus on those who try to activate teleportation magic.
Once discovered, he will immediately appear in front of the opponent and kill him with the sword in his hand.
This directly led to the fact that those who were preparing to teleport magic did not dare to use it easily, and could only use transformation magic or acceleration to make themselves run faster.
At the same time, the spell duel of the Grand Arcanist in the sky above us is coming to an end.
Although Telamante has shown all his trump cards, as well as various new spells and spell-casting techniques developed over thousands of years in the shadow plane, he still cannot defeat the "Undead" Austrian fertile.
Right now, he has almost no spell slots. The equipment and scrolls on his body have been either destroyed or temporarily suppressed by the disintegration of Modern Ken, rendering them useless at all.
“Hoo—hoo—hoo—”
With heavy breathing, the founder of Ghost City finally closed his eyes and stopped struggling in any form.
Because Telamant knew that this was meaningless at all, and he lost from the beginning of the battle.
After all, he only has a ghost physique, not an immortal lich. Once he is killed, he will really die.
But what about Ovo?
There are hundreds of boxes that can be split by light life, and they can be resurrected infinitely.
Even if you fail this time, there are countless opportunities to try again.
After thinking about this, Telamant urged in a hoarse voice: "What are you waiting for? Take action quickly! Don't tell me that you are soft-hearted and intend to spare my life."< br>
“Soft-hearted?” Owo burst into a harsh laugh. "Hahahaha! Do you think such a bloody thing will happen to me? The main reason why I haven't killed you yet is because your life and death are not in my hands."
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