"Father, what do you want to do with this Eye of God?"
Nimedona looked at the Eye of Destruction sealed inside a crystal sphere and asked in an uncertain tone.
As a goddess of nature, she is no stranger to the power of thunder, fire and storm, and these are even part of the great nature.
Among the several legendary spells she has mastered, there are also spells that are similar to summoning thunderclouds to create a thunderstorm area out of thin air.
To a certain extent, if Talos, the god of storms, were not too chaotic and keen on destruction, he could be regarded as one of the gods of nature.
After all, the things that the god of nature and the father of oak trees, Silvanus, did when destroying towns and protecting wilderness and woods were not fundamentally different from the former.
The only difference is that Talos's destruction was random, while Silvanus's destruction was planned and purposeful.
Zuo Si fiddled with the sealed crystal ball in his hand and replied with a smile: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet.
After all, this thing is an incredibly powerful killer.
And it is very likely that it is still controlled by its original owner.
So I don’t plan to act rashly.
Even if you want to use it to build a weapon or equipment, you must first use the power of the Planeswalker Spark to completely transform the divine power contained in it.
What, do you long for it?"
Nimidona stared at the two eyes with emerald green light and hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "I'm not sure, I just feel that these eyes have an inexplicable attraction. Whenever I see them
When it happens, I will feel very happy and happy."
"That may be because when I created you, I used too many relationships that symbolized natural green mana.
Of course, it does not rule out that your own original divine power and divinity are at work.
However, I do not recommend that you use or absorb the power of the Eye of Destruction.
Because even if the god behind it does not control it, you will slowly sway towards the chaotic camp due to the power it contains.
The divine power and divine essence of Talos is natural disaster and the destruction it brings.
Natural disasters have no rules and are full of chaos, disorder and randomness.
I think you don’t want to be like this, right?
Remember, there are many definitions of nature, and never limit yourself to an overly narrow range.
You should think and examine from a more macro perspective instead of simply accepting the teachings of Silvanus.
The forest and wilderness he represents are nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the face of the endless universe.
As a special demigod with divinity and divine power, you must stand as high as possible and see further.
Only in this way can you become extra strong."
Zuo Si could easily see through the reason why the God of Nature was attracted to this eye.
To put it bluntly, it is actually the interaction between the forces of nature.
After all, hurricanes, hail, thunder, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, heavy rains, floods, forest fires and other terrible disasters are originally the most cruel, cruel and violent side of natural forces.
Even the god of nature, Silvanus, will use the power of these natural disasters and even diseases to realize his so-called "sacred cycle" and "one system balance" theory.
But in Zuo Si's eyes, these two gods can be classified into the category of "enemies of civilization", and they need to use force to repeatedly suppress, control, or clean up their believers and churches within their sphere of influence.<
/p>
Especially those radical Druids who believe in Silvanus find that it is absolutely right to destroy one.
Because in order to protect the wilderness and forests and prevent civilization from expanding into wild areas, these guys have basically participated in more than one massacre of villages and towns.
You must know that the killing of druids is not a war in the ordinary sense.
What they have done is even beyond the reach of many anti-human regimes that are considered to be heinous crimes on earth.
These guys will kill entire villages and even towns, from the elderly who are already lying in bed unable to move, to the newborn babies, in order to achieve the purpose of reducing the population.
They even control animals to eat living people, bury corpses in the soil and plant plants on top, so that the rotting corpses become nutrients for the growth of trees.
If they decide to clean up an area, they may also deliberately let the corpses rot to produce deadly germs.
Then control the spread of the germ-carrying rats and bats to the surrounding areas until a large number of residents in the area get sick and die, and are no longer able to expand into the wilderness in a short period of time.
Obviously, the druids of Faerûn are completely different from the "quiet and peaceful" image in many games, stories and film and television works, who like to hide alone in the forest and live a secluded life.
A large part of these guys are more like the most extreme and completely dehumanized environmentalists in modern society. They are also indifferent observers and cruel enforcers.
When the expansion of civilization does not threaten the forests and wilderness, they certainly will not be very aggressive.
But when there is a fierce conflict between the two, the druid will not hesitate to choose to become the enemy of the former.
It is estimated that only the sect that serves the Earth Mother Goddess Changdea will appear less threatening.
After all, this goddess known for her kindness not only supports the development of agriculture, but also supports the expansion of civilization, and believes that civilization itself is also a part of nature.
In contrast, Silvanus's understanding of nature is very narrow, limited to forests, wilderness and swamps.
He doesn't understand at all, nor does he understand that when magic and technology develop to a certain level, you can actually transform the natural environment as you like.
Over-protection will not bring any benefits at all except maintaining the world in a barbaric and primitive state.
Needless to say, there is no need to talk about technology. As long as enough manpower and cost are invested, even the vast desert can be rejuvenated bit by bit through tree planting.
As for magic, the Netherese have proven with practical actions that they can not only do it, but do it better.
In their most glorious golden age, the great arcanist Marvin invented the eleven-ring magic [Marvin's World Weaving Technique].
This spell can change the climate within the area of influence at will according to the caster's will, and adjust it at five levels: polar, subpolar, temperate, subtropical and tropical.
In other words, factors such as temperature, precipitation, wind and even light will all be changed and reshaped by powerful magical power.
Grand Arcanists can turn the cold Arctic into the tropics and the arid desert into a rainforest.
Each time it is cast, the climate within the area of influence can be deflected by one level toward the poles or tropics.
For example, if the area was originally a temperate zone, then a single release can turn it into a subtropical or subpolar zone.
Moreover, the effect is permanent and can be used repeatedly until it reaches the limit in both positive and negative directions.
What's even more outrageous is that [Marvin's World Weaving Technique] has a huge range of influence, almost 1.6 kilometers per caster level.
Combined with the fact that you need at least thirty-five Netherese arcanist levels to cast an eleventh-level spell, the minimum range of influence of this spell has a radius of fifty-six kilometers, which is almost an area of 5,200 square kilometers. p>
In addition, benefiting from the unique spell-casting mechanism of the Netheril era, a Grand Arcanist with thirty-five levels of Arcanist can cast [Marvin's World Weaving] at least nine times a day, and the casting time is as short as
One minute.
Therefore, modifying the natural environment is really not a big deal for Netheril.
As long as a great arcanist who can cast [Marvin's Worldweaving Technique] is dispatched, the vast land can be made habitable in just a few days, or it can be turned into a restricted area for life. p>
According to historical records, this terrifying spell was used hundreds of times in the era of Netheril.
The fate of countless creatures was decided in a few gestures and syllables of the great arcane masters.
It’s hard not to feel arrogant and arrogant when you have such terrifying authority and power.
Through [Marvin's World Weaving], it is not difficult to understand why the great arcanists of Netheril have the idea that "gods are just more powerful arcanists".
Zuo Si wanted to know what the attitude of Silvanus, the father of the oak tree, was when the great arcanists were manipulating and changing the natural environment.
However, in the limited historical documents, there is no record of Netheril being attacked or harassed by a large number of druids or animals.
Obviously, this can only explain two problems.
One is that Silvanus is also a typical god who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He knows that he cannot afford to offend Netheril, who is protected by the powerful first-generation magic goddess, so he can only bow his head and be a coward.
The other one is his believers and followers, who are nothing in front of the floating city and the arcane masters.
As soon as they made a little noise, they were immediately suppressed and killed without mercy.
After the collapse of Netheril, Silvanus began to peddle the theory of natural balance, and encouraged druids to join his command, and began to massacre villages in places like the Northland that lacked strong countries and political power.
Destroy the town.
Zuo Si obviously knew very well that as he unified the west coast and established a country and promoted the development and expansion of civilization, it was only a matter of time before a conflict or even war broke out with Silvanus and his church.
And the latter will definitely get mixed up with the Harper Alliance.
This is why when he was carving up the priesthood of Cyric, he chose to contact the beast god Mara.
Although the enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend, it can still contain the Church of the Oak Father to a certain extent.
As a person who takes one step at a time and likes to make decisions after careful consideration, Zuo Si started planning to deal with the God of Nature and his believers who are strongly hostile to civilization a long time ago.
However, unlike Cyric, who had to form a deadly feud and pull him down from the throne of powerful divine power, his conflict with Silvanus was just like the battle with Elminster. It was about thoughts and ideas.
There is no need to differentiate between life and death.
Just remove the other party from your sphere of influence.
The God of Nature is used to deal with the trump cards of the Druid sect hidden in the deep mountains and forests.
The natural power and divinity she possesses are enough to snatch control of the nearby mountains and forests from any great druid, and even shake the faith of some druids, and eventually change their concepts and positions to become another person under Zuo Si's control.
A force.
Attack the god of nature Silvanus, win over the forest goddess Melikai, the goddess of springs and peace Eddas, the ranger god Gueron Storm, the unicorn goddess Lari, and the sprout goddess Sionlia, making the existing
The natural pantheon is slowly moving towards fragmentation.
When the time is right, let your own goddess Talona take her place and become the new god of natural cycles.
This is Zuo Si's secret plan.
In addition, he also prepared several backup plans in case of emergencies.
You must be extremely cautious when dealing with a powerful divine force.
Of course, it is inevitable to include some gods who are united in favor of order and support the development of civilization, to attack and put pressure on the father of the oak tree, forcing him to be unable to incarnate and directly intervene in the material world.
As his understanding of gods becomes deeper and deeper, Zuo Si has summarized many methods and techniques.
In addition, he is never stupid enough to confront a certain god on his own, but habitually recruits a large number of like-minded allies, so he has not turned over so far.
Nimedona had no idea what role the creator in front of her had arranged for her, and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what to do. But my understanding of my own divinity
It's still very vague and has never been able to fully realize its full potential."
Zuo Si explained very patiently: "Divinity is a quality hidden deep in the soul. Only those who possess this quality are qualified to become gods. I believe you should have seen the process of Karsus becoming a god in the library.
Yes, right?"
"Yeah, I've seen it. But what does this have to do with divinity?"
Nimidona blinked her eyes in confusion.
"Karsus took away the priesthood and divine power of the first-generation magic goddess, but he did not have divinity himself and could not ignite the spark of divinity to become a true god, which caused the magic network to go out of control.
So divinity is a very special thing.
It is not just pure energy like divine power, which can be seen and touched, nor is it like a priest whose role one can understand just by hearing its name.
Quite the opposite!
Divinity is the most complex and difficult-to-explain part of a creature like God.
Even I still haven’t figured out its meaning and function.
But one thing is for sure.
When divinity accumulates to a certain level, it will transform from quantitative to qualitative changes into a bright spark of divinity.
The emergence of the divine spark means that this creature has become a quasi-god.
In addition, divinity will also bestow many extraordinary powers.
For example, memory and learning speed far exceed those of ordinary people.
Because of the divinity of Baal, Sancho easily completed the basic theoretical knowledge in just a few days that would take an ordinary mage apprentice several years to master.
If I guessed correctly, divinity should be closely connected with philosophy, concepts and values, and it also involves self-understanding.
It depends on what you are willing to believe, and firmly believe that it is the supreme truth, superior to any other substances and ideas.
Generally speaking, the broader the definition of this belief and the more mortals who hold the same view, the greater the power and influence of God will be.
Of course, if it is something that exists objectively, such as the sun, death, magic network, planets, moon and other celestial bodies themselves, etc., even if there is not much belief in mortals, the gods representing them will still be very powerful.
So my suggestion to you is to read more books about planes, universes and time and space, and first establish a sufficiently grand and complete worldview.
Then use your own perspective to understand what is nature in the macro sense, what is nature in the micro sense, and the relationship between the two.
If you find any changes in this process, you can come to me at any time."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly told all his current research results on divinity.
You don't need to ask to know that he also wants to see what the God of Nature will look like after forming his own unique world view and values.
You must know that the Blazing God is equivalent to a special demigod.
As long as they are willing, they can accept worship from mortals at any time and become true gods.
So if the test on Nimedona is successful, it means that the same effect can be produced on other gods.
"As you wish, Father."
Nimedona bent down, took Zuo Si's hand and kissed it lovingly, her eyes revealing unabashed closeness and infatuation.
Zuo Si cupped the cheek of the God of Nature and gently kissed him on the forehead in response.
After watching this "daughter" leave, he turned his attention to the sealed eyeball in his hand, touched his chin and said to himself: "How should I make the most of this thing now?
It would obviously be too wasteful to directly convert and absorb it.
If it is used to create an artifact, it also requires time and energy to think and design.
It is better to give it to Sazastan, and then encourage the legendary lich to fight Velshalun, and let the two of them snatch what the other has at all costs.
After all, Vesharon now possesses the knowledge necessary to perform the ritual, and this eye is an indispensable key prop during the ritual.
Neither of them will give up this opportunity to become a god, and they will definitely fight.
When they fight to the point where both sides are injured, I will snatch back the eyes and the knowledge of the God Conferment Ceremony.
By the way, you can also buy the two artifacts [Death Moon Orb] and [Sakosil's Seat] in Sazastan's hand for free.
Oh, by the way.
There seems to be a demon lord named Eltab imprisoned in [The Seat of Zacosil]..."
Obviously, since Zuo Si has not signed any contract with Sazastan, let alone become an ally, he can plot against the other party without any scruples.
And he plans to use trading to exchange for the artifact in the other party's hands.
As for whether the chief of the necromancy department can keep the destructive power of the Eye of God after completing the transaction, that is none of his business.
Anyway, as long as the knowledge in Velsalun's hands is not available, Sazhastan will not be able to use it even if he gets the Eye of the Storm, but will expose himself to danger.
You must know that on the continent of Faerun, there are countless ambitious and powerful people who are looking for ways and opportunities to become gods.
As long as Zuo Si spreads the news through the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network, God knows what kind of attack Sazastan will encounter.
Maybe the nosy Elminster, Simbu, Kelben, Lyra and others will form a group to attack.
Like this, you can not only gain enough benefits from it, but also distract the enemy's attention. At the same time, you can test how many powerful people worth paying attention to are hidden in this land. No matter how you look at it, you can achieve multiple things with one stone and make sure you won't lose anything. p>
The most important thing is that what Zuo Si used was not a conspiracy but an outright conspiracy.
Even if Sazastan was aware of the sinister intentions behind the transaction, he could only swallow his anger and choose to accept it silently.
Whether it was out of the hatred accumulated from the centuries-long battle with Velsharon, or out of the desire to become a god, he could not let this key item fall into the hands of others.
……
At this moment, in the camp of the Zhentarim army on the south bank of the Chongsa River in the far north.
The chief of the necromantic faction of the red-robed mage of Sere, Sazastan, has not yet realized what cruel tests and tortures he will soon face.
Rui had a great time chatting.
Especially when it comes to governance, both of them are firm supporters of dictatorship and tyranny.
In addition, the Zhentarim have maintained a good cooperative relationship with the red robe mages during the period when Mansong was in power, so the two of them can be said to have a very happy conversation.
Sazastan hopes to use the power of the Bann Church to help suppress political opponents.
In exchange, he is willing to let Bane, the god of tyranny, become the mainstream faith of Ser, as long as the other party does not threaten his rule.
There is no doubt that the combination of these two people will be a terrible nightmare for the coalition forces on the other side of the river composed of Sknubel and Eltoril City.
Because during the period of repair, Fuzor Chamberry used the [Tyrant Scepter] to recruit a large number of powerful monsters such as trolls, ogres, and hill giants to add to the army.
Although the loss of thousands of soldiers caused by the last defeat has not been fully recovered, it is still superior in quality.
After all, the combat effectiveness of goblins, orcs and gnolls is obviously not comparable to that of trolls, ogres and hill giants.
As long as the latter wears strong armor, they can beat any one they pick up. A small team of the former can run away with their heads covered.
In addition, Sazastan also did not come empty-handed, but brought two of his most trusted vampire generals, as well as an undead army of more than 4,000 people.
You must know that the undead army under his command is not the kind of civilian cannon fodder that was dug out of graves casually and did not even have a professional level when they were alive.
Instead, they generally have professional ranks. When they were alive, they were either elite veterans or officers of Ser, or well-known local adventurers and mercenaries.
They either signed an agreement with Sazastan to sell their corpses after death in order to gain more wealth, power and social status while they were still alive, or they were secretly dug out and made into undead creatures after being buried.
Among them, the most numerous skeletons and zombies have been enhanced by magic.
A small number of vampires, ghouls, and corpses with intelligence and self-awareness exist as commanding officers.
This is not a strange thing in Sale, which is ruled by red robes.
After all, the current behavior of stealing corpses should be restrained.
After more than ten years, the internal battles among the red-robed mages will gradually intensify and eventually lead to division and brutal civil war. All the bodies buried in the cemetery will be forcibly expropriated.
Yes!
You heard it right!
They just ignored the reaction of the deceased's family and forcibly dug up the corpse, and then transformed it into undead creatures on a large scale!
At that time, there will even be a spectacle of living soldiers fighting side by side with their father, grandfather, grandfather, great-grandfather and other eighteen generations of ancestors who have been dead for many years.
If the soldier dies, he will be quickly picked up and continue to fight for the red wizards in undead form until the body is damaged to the point that it can no longer be repaired.
This is undoubtedly far beyond the scope of what a joke from hell can describe.
By the time Sazastan won the war, Sayre had completely become a country with more dead people than living people.
Undead creatures can even walk openly on the streets and obtain legal national status.
Those who were lucky enough to survive the war could only tremble under the siege of the undead and accept the protection of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny.
Of course, today's Sazastan is not that crazy yet.
After finishing the last topic, he immediately tried in a low voice: "Dear Sir Fu Zor Chamberry, when do you plan to launch an attack?
According to my observation, your legion already has sufficient strength.
It is entirely possible to cross the Chongsa River, kill all the desperate resisters on the other side, and then capture the city of Eltoril.
There is no need to worry about crossing the river.
I will let my mages and warlocks build a few magic bridges, and just push them across with overwhelming numerical advantage."
The Tyrant of the Moon Sea smiled and replied: "Haha, that's actually what I planned.
However, in order to teach those metal dragons who came to join the battle an impressive lesson, I specially ordered someone to build a special weapon.
As soon as this weapon is completed, the attack will be launched immediately.
By then, if those metal dragons dare to lower their altitude and breathe dragon breath, the new weapons will make them taste pain and regret."
When he said these words, Fu Zouer Chamberry's eyes flashed with evil light.
"Special weapon?"
There was a hint of curiosity in Sazastan's tone.
But before he could continue to ask, he saw the last clone of Mansong walking in from the outside holding a javelin emitting dark mist.
Without saying a word, this guy went up and gave Fuzoul Qianberry a warm hug, grabbed the latter's butt with both hands, and said excitedly: "I'll do what you want.
Got it!
This javelin can unleash a powerful curse on dragons, especially metal dragons of the good camp.
Their strong scales have no protective effect at all, they will be penetrated in an instant, and the blood will not stop.
Its curse can also randomly produce effects such as the inability to fly and the inability to breathe dragon breath.
With it here, those metal dragons will become lambs to be slaughtered in minutes as long as they dare to swoop in and attack."
"Well done!"
Fuzoul Chamberry took the magic javelin, felt the evil power contained in it, and praised it without hesitation.
This is why he tolerates the other party’s harassment behaviors that go beyond the boundaries again and again.
When a legendary mage like Manson is no longer an enemy but an ally, the benefits are simply not small.
If possible, Fuzoul Chamberlain actually wouldn't mind letting this clone transform into a young and beautiful woman with the help of magical power, and then the two parties would maintain a close lover relationship.
But the problem is that what Manson wants to do is one, not zero.
As for the tyrant of the Moon Sea, he is naturally full of ambition and desire for control, so naturally it is even more impossible for him to be that Zero.
Therefore, Fuzuo Erqianberry has no good solution now, except to maintain this ambiguous relationship that makes him feel sick to his stomach.
Sazastan captured this scene keenly, with a strange glint in his eyes, but he did not expose it, but pretended that nothing had happened and asked: "Since we already have the weapons, can we
Start attacking?"
"Of course! When it gets dark, let's show some color to those people who don't know how to live or die."
After saying that, Fuzor Chambery winked at his cronies, a dark guard serving Bane.
The latter understood it instantly, turned around and left the huge camp, and issued orders to the officers to prepare for battle.
After a while, the originally quiet and lazy camp became restless, and from time to time, roars, growls and wolf-like howls could be heard.
A large iron pot sponsored by Zuo Si for free was quickly set up, and various kinds of dried meat, dried fish, pickles, grains, beans and other foods were poured in, and then added with river water and simmered until it turned into a thick paste. As for the saltiness...
There is enough salt in dried meat, dried fish and pickled vegetables, so there is no need to add additional salt at all.
Although from a modern perspective, there is almost no difference between this stuff and pig food, just looking at it makes people feel unappetizing and want to vomit.
But for monsters who can only get enough food in the wild, and salt can only be obtained by robbing caravans, it is a rare delicacy.
The most important thing is to eat as much as you can!
Even the cannon fodder goblins can have a good meal before the war begins.
Therefore, the morale of the monster army soon became high with the fragrance that filled the surrounding camp.
With such a big movement, it was natural that the coalition scouts on the other side of the river who were responsible for reconnaissance could not miss it.
They did not dare to delay at all and quickly reported the news to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Delt, who had the LV17 paladin level.
The latter immediately held a combat meeting and formulated a defense plan.
Due to his previous successful experience, Delt once again planned the battlefield on the bank north of the Chongsa River, hoping to make full use of this natural barrier to block the large number of enemies on the opposite side, instead of relying on the city's walls and fortifications.
Stick to it.
Although some people have raised objections to this, it seems that a sinister and cunning guy like Fuzoul Chamberlain will definitely not fall in the same place twice.
But Delt's last victory was so brilliant that most soldiers and adventurers were more willing to believe in his judgment.
So the doubts were quickly drowned out by a chorus of echoes.
In addition, this guy believes in the guardian god Heim. Almost all believers of this god are more or less stubborn, so no one can persuade him to change his mind.
Finally, when night fell, Delt led the allied forces to mobilize. Not even a single person stayed in the city to look after the house, but all gathered together to form an array on the river bank.
As a result, when Sazhastan led the red-robed wizards to build magic bridges on the river, they were instantly dumbfounded.
Fuzuoer Qianberry, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, immediately ordered the entire army to attack.
While the enemy was in a daze and could not react, countless hobgoblins riding wargs roared past, rushing towards the crossbowmen and slashing wildly.
Behind them are ordinary goblins riding [Goblin Dogs].
This is a large rodent that looks a bit like an ugly mastiff. It is about one meter and a half long and weighs about thirty to forty kilograms. It can only be ridden by small people such as goblins, kobolds, dwarfs and halflings.
Multiply.
Not only do they exude a stinking smell, but they also carry a non-lethal fungus on their skin, which can cause anyone who comes in contact with a rash, and in severe cases may even lead to disfigurement.
Although the combination of goblins and goblin dogs is not powerful at all, any experienced human soldier can kill them in a one-on-one battle.
But because there were fierce hobgoblins and wargs leading the charge, they also rushed in and caused quite a bit of chaos.
In particular, the goblin dog's skin is covered with red spots, hives and constant falling debris, which is enough to make anyone who sees it feel numb on the scalp, itchy and uncomfortable.
Women who are very concerned about their beauty keep retreating.
They would rather face the evil dragon and be sprayed to death than have those skin flakes carrying germs fall on them.
"Don't be afraid! Keep your formation! They are just some weak goblins! Kill them all!"
Delt split the goblin and the goblin dog in half with one sword, and shouted at the top of his lungs at his soldiers.
Ever since he saw the magic bridges erected on the river, he had realized that he had made a huge mistake.
It's a pity that it's too late now.
If you order a retreat at this time, the defensive formation will immediately collapse, and then you will be chased by hobgoblins and ordinary goblins riding wargs.
I’m afraid it would be good if only one out of ten people could return to the city alive.
Even if the remaining people have the support of the city wall, it is absolutely impossible to withstand the tide-like impact of the Zhentil Fort army.
Therefore, the only thing we can do now is to hold on, hoping to repel the enemy's first and most violent attack, and seize the opportunity to retreat quickly during the repair period.
Of course, this is not an easy thing.
Because the coalition forces, dominated by the human race, have no night vision ability at all, they can only rely on torches and a small amount of magic light sources for lighting.
But the opponent's monster army basically has dark vision and low-light vision, and can see very far even at night.
Just when Delt was desperately leading his "Hell Knights" to put out the fire, he suddenly heard someone shouting.
"No... it's not good! Look! It's trolls, ogres and giants!"
Instantly!
Many people have turned their attention to the magic bridge erected on the river bank.
On the other side of the bridge, ogres, trolls and hill giants, who in the eyes of many people have no intelligence or rationality at all, are wearing metal armor and holding sharp blades as tall as a person, arranged in neat columns. p>
When given the order, they immediately roared and charged.
Due to their huge size, the movement speed of these guys may not be considered cumbersome, but they are not slow at all and can even catch up with slower horses.
"No!!!! Block the bridge quickly! Don't let them wash ashore!"
Delt was obviously a little panicked.
Although he divided his hundreds of cavalry into five teams and tried to block the exits of the nearest magic bridges, there were currently twenty magic bridges on the Chongsa River.
In addition, how could the raging hobgoblin warg cavalry give the opponent such an opportunity?
Whenever an infantry phalanx or adventurers want to rush forward, they will lead ordinary goblins to attack from the side, trying every means to delay the opponent's progress.
As a result, when most of the troops were still ten or even tens of meters away from the bridge exit, the first wave of ogres and trolls rushed over.
The weapons in their hands are very simple and crude, just giant thick-backed sabers.
Often with one move of the knife, several human soldiers can be cut in half, and intestines, blood and internal organs are sprayed everywhere.
Even the most elite knights cannot escape the fate of serious injury or even death.
What's even more terrible is that these powerful monsters are completely different from having no armor at all in the wild. The vital parts of their bodies are covered with strong armor sheets.
Therefore, ordinary swords and spears are difficult to pose a fatal threat to them in hand-to-hand combat.
Many soldiers mustered up the courage to rush forward and stab them, but were easily blocked.
Then the ogres, trolls and giants can be killed with a backhand knife.
In just ten minutes, these three to four hundred giant monsters tore through the coalition's defense line.
The orcs, half-orcs, and gnolls that swarmed behind them also quickly joined the battle group.
As the number of troops in Zhentil Fort on the north coast increases, the coalition forces have been defeated step by step. The spell casters and metal dragons who were originally hidden in the woods as surprise troops finally could no longer sit still.
Accompanied by the sound of chanting spells and the dragon's breath swooping down from the night sky, the seriously unfavorable situation was finally contained.
One after another, fireballs, lightning, cobwebs, grease, smelly clouds and other spells quickly built an insurmountable obstacle on the river bank.
Those trolls who didn't care about being injured before became fearful and hesitant in front of the magical flames.
Several giant metal dragons swooped down frequently, spitting at the densest area of Zhentil Castle's monster army.
Whether it's the golden dragon's flames or the silver dragon's frost, they can cause quite astonishing damage.
Obviously, in this world filled with supernatural powers, it is never ordinary armies and soldiers that determine the direction and outcome of a war, but these guys with magical powers.
Especially for giant dragons that can fly freely in the sky, the things that can pose a threat to them on the ground are really limited.
Just when the coalition thought they had entered the rhythm of turning defeat into victory, a javelin emitting black smoke suddenly flew out from the other side of the river.
A diving male golden dragon had no time to dodge, and was pierced through the chest by a javelin on the spot. He bled crazily in mid-air, then flipped over and fell down, hitting the heads of several unlucky soldiers with a bang, smashing them alive.
Meatloaf.
"No!!!!!!!"
The other silver dragon was obviously his companion, and he immediately descended to see how serious the injury was and whether it needed magical treatment.
But when there were still dozens of meters away from the ground, a tall black figure stepped forward, pulled out the javelin from the golden dragon's chest, and threw it again.
As a result, the Silver Dragon also followed in the footsteps of the Golden Dragon, falling from the sky to the ground with a muffled sound.
You don’t need to ask to know that the person who threw the javelin was none other than Fuzoul Chambery.
He didn't give the two metal dragons a chance to struggle or resist, and directly ordered his men to tie them up with thick magic chains.
Due to being severely injured and bleeding all the time, the two dragons struggled a few times and soon fell into a dying state of weakness, and had to accept the cruel reality of becoming captives.