Chapter 470: A famous teacher gives birth to a great disciple
Climbing a mountain, especially a steep cliff that is inaccessible and has a river running through it, is definitely a nightmare for all climbers.
Although it is the largest river north of Baldur's Gate and runs from northeast to southwest, the Winding River is actually divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts.
The source of the upper reaches is called the Snake Tail River. Its fresh water resources come from the Supreme Forest, the Viper Mountains adjacent to the Supreme Forest, and the Cherimba Swamp further west, and finally meet at the three forks north of the Baliskel Bridge.
, flows into Sword Bay along the downstream several-shaped river.
The Troll's Claw is such a group of mountains that stand on both sides of the upper reaches of a zigzag river with an altitude that is not too high.
Although it does not occupy a large area, its geographical location is very important to both warring parties.
Standing on the top of the mountain, you can almost overlook the entire battlefield situation below, as well as the enemy's troop movements.
If it weren't for the fact that there is no existing road to the top of the mountain, and one can only climb hard on rugged and steep rock walls and hillsides, if one is not careful, he will fall down and turn into a corpse and be eaten by the local trolls, they would have probably been there long ago.
There was a big fight around occupying high and favorable terrain.
You must know that because the Troll's Claw completely surrounds both sides of the entire river, both Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep are actually facing a two-front battle.
One of the battlefields is located on the north bank of Wan Ting River, and the other battlefield is located on the south bank of Wan Ting River at the Place of Death.
If you only concentrate your forces and want to bet everything on one battlefield, you will most likely be attacked by the enemy by sneaking across the river and then being attacked from both sides.
The most important thing is that the mountains cut off normal vision, making it impossible for anyone on the two battlefields to see the situation on the other side.
Zhentil Castle is a little better. There are relatively many spellcasters such as mages, warlocks and priests. They can use flying magic or magic eyes to observe at all times, and then notify the other side through magic such as communication.<
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But for Baldur's Gate, which is relatively lacking in spell power, things have become quite troublesome.
Although Sarevok also has a small number of mages and warlocks under his command, they cannot match the wealth that Zhentil Castle has accumulated through years of training.
What's more, the arcane magic resources in the Baldur's Gate area have long been monopolized by Habatha Delin, who was promoted to the legendary lich.
Without his approval, all the mages hanging around in this area would dare to take sides casually.
Once you accidentally offend this big boss and the sales and supply channels of the "Witch Grocery Store" are cut off, for most middle and low-level arcane spell casters, it will be no different than being sentenced to death.
Maybe even many important casting materials are difficult to obtain, and there is no way to quickly convert the equipment, props, and potions you make into money.
After all, not all mages will waste time and energy learning to master the ability of [casting without materials].
Fortunately, Sarevok won the support of a shadow druid sect in Cloak Forest through the efforts of his men.
The latter's ability to control and talk to animals has successfully made up for its lack of magical reconnaissance and communication capabilities.
But the price is that after winning this war and becoming the ruler of the West Hartland region, he must order a ban on people cutting down forests and trees, not allowing anyone to hunt in the forest, and at the same time closing all mines and metal smelting industries.
Ensure that the great forces of nature take control of the land.
There is no doubt that just listening to these requirements will tell you what kind of virtue the Shadow Druid sect is.
They are those extreme lunatics who like to massacre villages and towns. They attempt to eliminate all civilization, industry, agriculture and excessive population, and return the world to the most primitive and barbaric state of the jungle.
But what the Shadow Druid Order didn't know was that Sarevok had no intention of fulfilling his promise at all. His real purpose was to create a tragic massacre, and it would be best if all the soldiers on both sides died.
In this way, a large number of killings and deaths will stimulate the divinity and power of Baal in the body, until a spark is ignited to become a god in situ and inherit the blood throne of his father.
Therefore, whether it is the army urgently recruited by his subordinates, the Shadow Druid sect, or the bandits, adventurers and mercenaries who join for money, land, and noble titles, they are all resources and consumables on the road to becoming a god.<
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Their only value is to die on the battlefield and bring more killings to the enemy before dying.
As for winning or losing, become the king of the mortal world and gain more wealth, fame, land, beauty and power...
Sorry.
Sarevok, who is out of vulgar taste, is not interested at all in these things that are extremely precious in the eyes of mortals.
Right now, he was sitting in the largest tent in the camp, feeling that the power belonging to Baal, the God of Murder, was becoming restless as the small groups of cavalry outside continued to kill each other. His eyes were flashing with a terrifying red light, and his head was shaking.
He asked without looking up: "How long will it take for our troops to be fully assembled and reorganized?"
"At least five hours, Your Excellency."
A male officer who replaced the former Duke Iltan's crony in charge of the Flame Fist mercenaries quickly stood up and answered.
In any case, Sarevok became the Duke of Baldur's Gate and took power through the normal process.
Therefore, no matter how many people within the Flame Fist mercenaries miss Iltan, they must now obey the orders issued by the new commander.
Otherwise, they will not be able to receive generous military pay, and may even be at risk of being disbanded.
"It's too slow! Send someone to urge them to speed up those who are still marching."
There was obvious dissatisfaction and impatience in Sarevok's tone.
He knew very well that his identity as the son of Baal could not be kept secret for long, and it would soon become known to everyone.
Therefore, the earlier the decisive battle is launched, the better.
Otherwise, if the delay continues, things may change.
Especially if his true intentions are known to his subordinates, an army of tens of thousands may fall apart in minutes.
"Your Excellency, our soldiers march for fifteen hours every day, almost from dawn to dusk.
This is almost the limit.
If we speed up any more, I'm afraid many people who can't stand it will choose to run away.
What's more, even if they drag their exhausted bodies to the battlefield, they may not be able to join the battle immediately.
After all, the enemy arrived on the battlefield several days before us.
Moreover, there are a large number of trolls, ogres, orcs, gnolls, goblins and other monsters among their soldiers.
They are far more advantageous than us in terms of endurance and ability to withstand casualties.
In addition, Zhentil Castle has rich war experience due to its years of fighting in various places.
The organizational power and obedience of the Church of Bane, the God of Tyranny, are the strongest in Faerûn.
I think you must not be in a hurry when fighting against them. You should first ensure that you do not make any mistakes."
Another officer suggested cautiously.
It has to be said that there are still people in Baldur's Gate who understand that the odds of winning this war are actually very low for our side.
Rather than taking the initiative to attack and launch a decisive battle, it is better to build a camp and defend it on the spot, and then ask for help from Waterdeep in the north or Amn in the south.
In fact, if you look at the history of the rise and expansion of Zhentil Castle, you will know that no city-state can rely on its own strength to fight against this evil army united around the Benn Church.
Except for the interference of those top powerhouses, from the Sea of Moon to the Sea of Fallen Stars, there are only a handful of countries capable of defeating them in a frontal war.
Among them, Cormyr, the earliest feudal kingdom in mankind, is one of them, Sere ruled by red-robed wizards is also one of them, and the Mulhorand Empire can barely be counted as one.
As for the rest, in the face of the strong military power of Zhentil Keep and the infiltration, assassination and control of the Zhentarim, it is basically difficult to cause any trouble.
A large number of towns occupied by the Bann Church are living examples.
If it weren't for the Harper Alliance led by Elminster to cause trouble, it is estimated that the west of the Sea of Moon and the Sea of Fallen Stars would have been the sphere of influence of the Bane Church.
"Hmph! Are you afraid of our enemies?"
Sarevok suddenly raised his head and stared at the other party with a slightly contemptuous and sarcastic look.
The officer quickly shook his head and explained: "No, Your Majesty the Grand Duke, you misunderstood. I just want to win at the minimum cost."
But Sarevok immediately sneered and interrupted: "Misunderstanding? Hahahaha!
I don't think this is a misunderstanding.
Look at how fearful you are!
Listen again to what you just said!
You are just afraid!
Afraid!
If we, the soldiers of Baldur's Gate, think like you, how can we possibly defeat Fuzor Chambery and drive Zhentil Keep's army into the sea?
Remember!
From now on, I don’t want to hear anything about making others’ ambitions destroy my own prestige!
All you have to do is obey my orders!
Do you understand?"
As the last word blurted out, both the servants loyal to Sarevok and the officers in the tent who had not been cleared out in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops were immediately shocked by the momentum unintentionally released by the Son of Baal.
They did not dare to defy the will of the supreme commander of the army and could only respond loudly and affirmatively.
Soon, under Sarevok's order, Baldur's Gate began to operate at full capacity.
Within a few hours, the soldiers who were still marching dragged their exhausted bodies into the camp one after another.
At this point, both warring parties have finally assembled all their teams in theory.
Among them, there are a total of 12,000 people from Baldur's Gate, and more than 4,000 are reinforcements from surrounding towns like Belgost.
As for Zhentil Castle, thanks to the cheating device of the Tyrant's Scepter, Fuzor Chamberlain suddenly expanded the number of monsters under his command to 30,000 people, and more than 18,000 of them were used as low-level coolies and cannon fodder.
Ordinary goblins that exist.
No way.
The fertility and reproductive capabilities of this thing are really incredible, almost comparable to cockroaches, mice, and mosquitoes.
No matter how harsh the natural environment is, you can always see these little green or brown people.
But the fighting power of ordinary goblins...
I understand everything.
To sum it up, don’t have any hope for them.
In the Battle of Icewind Dale triggered by the artifact - the Shattered Magic Crystal, thousands of goblin armies, supported by magical charm, suggestion and brainwashing, swarmed into the ten towns and launched attacks with unprecedented fanaticism, and even
There are giants, barbarians and some other monsters to help.
But what’s the result?
These guys were blocked by a militia of less than 200 people and some armed civilians.
On average, for every human killed, goblins need to pay twenty or even thirty casualties.
Such an outrageous battle loss ratio is enough to prove the extent of their span.
Fu Zou Er Chambery is undoubtedly very clear about the combat effectiveness of goblins, so he does not expect them to play a key role at all.
In fact, recruiting goblins has only one real purpose, which is to create chaos and consume the physical strength of enemy soldiers.
After all, killing is a very physically demanding job.
When the enemy is tired of killing the goblins, he can then send out the elite orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins to cooperate with the ogres, trolls, and giants to launch a fierce attack. They will definitely be able to cause huge casualties, and even destroy an infantry phalanx.
Break down.
In addition, when conquering Soba, an important town near the Baliskel Bridge, Fuzor Chambery also took a trip to the Dragon Forest and reached a cooperation agreement with several green dragons living there.
Therefore, in this upcoming war, he firmly holds the absolute upper hand in terms of numbers and strength.
The only uncertain factor is Sarevok, the son of Baal who has become very dangerous.
As a chosen one of Bane, and someone who has worked with Sammaster to study the mystery of Silver Fire, Fuzor Chamberry knows very well what the Son of God, especially the Son of Baal, means.
Although he also has a small amount of divine power given by the God of Tyranny in his body, it is certainly not comparable to Sarevok, who can strengthen himself by constantly devouring his brothers and sisters.
Once Sarevok's power exceeds a certain critical point, and he even understands how to use part of the power of the death and killing priesthood, even himself, the chosen one, will not be able to compete with him.
The reason why Fuzoul Chamberry did not take advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing to launch an attack was actually because he was worried that a similar situation would occur.
Because Sarevok's various performances were too confident, even to the point of arrogance.
Although Ximenmen also sent another son of Baal, Fuzor Chambery did not believe that the stupid Aberdare would be Sarevok's opponent.
Just as he was stroking the beard on his chin and thinking about what to do next, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.
Before the other guards and mages around him could react, Zuo Si walked out from the other side of the door and said hello with a smile: "Good morning. I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem a little nervous?" "Nervous?
No, I'm just a little worried about the trump card held by the son of Baal named Sarevok.
After all, the bridges and fords near Troll's Claw are the places where Baal, the god of murder, fell in the Year of Troubles.
It is easy for unexpected emergencies to occur if this is used as a battlefield.
Compared with this, I am very interested in some of your recent actions.
If you don't mind, could you tell me what happened to the newly-consecrated Gebido Turan?
If I remember correctly, the person who took away the Eye of the Storm was Sazhastan."
Fuzoul Chamberry suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with curiosity and inquiry.
Ever since he killed the real Manzon and became the supreme leader of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, he has been able to get all kinds of news through the dark intelligence network every day, including what happened in Ser.
"Didn't you already know the specific process through the Zhentarim's intelligence network?
Why even ask?
You must know that there are some things and secrets that ordinary people should not inquire about casually.
Excessive curiosity will only harm you!"
Zuo Si warned meaningfully.
But Fuzor Chamberry did not give up, and continued to try to analyze: "Gebido Turan should be one of the archmages of the Askatra Masked Mage Guild, and he is also a dwarf of the illusion system.
Master.
Since successfully seizing the power of the Six-person Council, he should be your subordinate.
In other words, you turned one of your subordinates into a god through some unknown method, and you also played a cruel trick on Sazastan.
I think this red-robed mage and chief necromancer must hate you to death right now."
"So what? Can he still bite me?"
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
Anyway, few people now know what exactly happened during the ceremony of conferring gods.
Velshalon, one of the insiders, has been transformed into a devil, and it is also a planeswalker's summoned creature card, so there is no way he will reveal the secret.
As for the few remaining insiders, they are not mortals at all, but aloof gods.
The first is the biggest beneficiary, Gebido Turan, who has just become the God of Necromancy and Lich. He will definitely not tell the truth.
Secondly, Talos, the God of Storms, has been paying attention to the development of the situation from beginning to end. With his violent, irritable, and keen on destruction character, he is probably too lazy to explain anything to weak mortals.
Finally, the goddess of magic Midnight is in a state of distress. It is also impossible for mortals to reveal the secret of becoming a god.
So no matter what the outside world speculates, what Zuo Si has to do is not to reveal any key information, maintain this sense of mystery that arouses endless reverie, and even make others feel strong awe and fear of him.
"As expected of you, you are really confident. Maybe this is why the great Ben likes you! Being a tyrant means staying strong and making the weak surrender under his feet."
Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information out of the question, Fuzoul Chamberry gave a quiet compliment and decisively ended the topic.
However, he did not give up, but planned to let Xi Manmeng investigate the relevant personnel after the war was over.
Especially Veshalon who dug out the Eye of the Storm in the Purple Dust Plains Desert.
Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed the other party's thoughts and intentions, smiled indifferently, and then asked: "When do you plan to launch a decisive battle?
You must know that the longer the delay, the more likely it is that external forces will interfere.
Especially Waterdeep City and the Kingdom of Cormyr are starting to get a little ready to move.
Needless to say about the former, you know that those masked lords and guild leaders have always tried to maintain their absolute leadership position in the Sword Sea area.
Coupled with the external pressure formed by trade alliances and the sharply deteriorating business environment, they have a strong desire to do something to prove their hegemony in the region.
The current king of the Kingdom of Cormyr, Assan IV, is a man with great ambitions.
This can be seen from the fact that he traveled thousands of miles across the entire Sea of Fallen Stars to bring troops to support Threiman in the north of Cyre, and repelled the army of nomadic tribes from the endless wasteland.
His Majesty the King did not take action before, mainly because of the unstable situation caused by the violent fluctuations in domestic food prices.
Nowadays, as Sambia falls into civil war and food prices gradually return to normal as the border is closed, we can now free up our hands to launch a war.
With the strength of Cormyr's Purple Dragon Knights and War Mage, they can cut off your way back to Zhentil Keep at any time."
Fuzuoer Chamberry was silent for a moment and immediately responded: "Give me a day!
At this time tomorrow, I will set up a battle formation with Sarevok.
But are you sure that the son of Baal named Aberdare can really succeed in killing Sarevok?
Why do I feel that there is something wrong with his brain, making him feel impulsive and stupid?"
Zuo Si smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm already here, right?
It doesn't matter if Aberdare fails.
I still have many alternative options.
What's more, I also plan to find out the current state of Baal, the god of murder, through the fateful battle between these two sons of Baal."
"What is the state of Baal, the God of Murder? Didn't he die at the hands of Cyric in the Year of Troubles?"
Fuzuoer Chamberry frowned in confusion.
"Correction, Baal actually died from the god-killing sword that transformed from the god of thieves, Mask.
At that time, Cyric was just a mortal and had no ability to kill a god.
In addition, what makes you think that when a god dies, he is completely dead?
Even Bane was able to return from the star realm, not to mention Baal who had predicted his death in advance and gave birth to countless heirs.
In fact, the three gods of death who fell in the Year of Turmoil were not completely dead at all, but all left behind a backdoor for resurrection.
The backdoor of Bane, the god of tyranny, is his son of God who has become a demigod;
At the moment of death, Melkor, the god of death, preserved his divine power, divinity and part of his essence in the artifact - the Crown of Horns, waiting for the opportunity to return again;
Baal, the god of murder, has created countless descendants in batches, intending to regroup his strength through the killing and devouring of these descendants, and ultimately achieve the purpose of being resurrected in the body of the last son of Baal.
In other words, Baal, who is still lying dead in the star world, is actually conscious.
Every killing and devouring among the sons of Baal will increase his power and attract his attention..."
Zuo Si did not hide anything, and openly stated the plan of the God of Murder on the eve of the turbulent year.
You must know that the Sons of Baal were not created in just a few years as many people think.
Quite the opposite!
This process may last one to two hundred years or even two to three hundred years.
Especially for long-lived races such as dragons, elves, and giants, it takes hundreds of years to grow to adulthood, so they must be sown early.
On the contrary, races with relatively short lifespans such as humans, goblins, and orcs were basically mass-produced on the eve of the Year of Turmoil.
Therefore, the age gap between the sons of Baal is very shocking. There are blue dragons like Abazigo whose sons are adults, and little guys like Sancho and Imoen who are not yet eighteen years old.
"So...you plan to kill the resurrection plan of Baal, the God of Murder, and then support one of your own to take power?"
Fuzuoer Qianberry seemed to have noticed something, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes.
"Haha, this is just the most insignificant part of the entire huge plan.
I had a complete idea about the Sons of Baal and the empty Blood Throne a long time ago.
No matter who wants to join this game, or is eager to get a piece of it, they will be my enemies.
Oh, by the way, remember to kill the monster bandits, shapeshifters and shadow druids under Sarevok's command.
I don't want to spend a lot of effort cleaning them up after taking Baldur's Gate."
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si left a playful expression on the Moon Sea Tyrant, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
Fuzoul Chanbury sat on the chair and silently savored the meaning. After about two or three minutes, he stood up and began to issue orders, so that the army that had rested for several days began to take action.
He placed the main force on the south bank of Wan Ting River, on the plain some distance away from the place of death.
The rest of the army is guarding the open area with the best view on the north bank to prevent Baldur's Gate's cavalry from crossing the river where the water level is relatively shallow and launching a surprise attack around the back.
Since the only bridge on the Meandering River, Baliskell Bridge, is controlled by Zhentil Keep, Fuzor Chambery can quickly mobilize his troops without having to take rafts or find water like his opponents.
Shallow place.
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On the other side, at the top of Troll's Claw Peak less than ten kilometers away, Aberdare and his party were sitting in the open space to rest.
The reason why they chose to climb up with all their strength was because they wanted to occupy a favorable position and observe the entire battlefield from a high position, then find and lock Sarevok's position, and wait for the opportunity to launch a beheading raid on him.
To this end, the team also obtained a group teleportation scroll from the last clone of Mansung.
This scroll allows anyone to teleport instantly to any place within sight.
Don’t think that this act of taking the enemy general’s head from the crowd is crazy.
In Faerûn, the same tactic is actually quite common when high-level spellcasters are involved.
This is why many powerful rulers must have a certain professional level, or even be a powerful warrior or spellcaster themselves.
In many ancient aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, there are rarely waste or prodigal sons.
Because it is impossible for any family in this situation to continue to this day.
He had died in the enemy's beheading operations in frequent wars and conflicts, and finally the entire family was slaughtered.
Therefore, in Faerûn, describing a noble can be arrogant, evil, cunning, insidious, cruel, cold, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical, but stupidity is rarely used.
"How long are we going to wait here?"
After drinking some clean mountain spring water, Aberdare wiped his face and couldn't help but ask.
I don’t know if it’s the influence of Barr’s bloodline, the desire to avenge his adoptive father Gillian, or the anger caused by being framed, but in short, his face looks quite scary at the moment.
In particular, the blood vessels under the skin bulge faintly on the forehead and cheeks, forming a very strange pattern and pattern.
If it were Zuo Si or Sarevok here, he would definitely recognize that these patterns are almost exactly the same as what they look like after transforming into a killer.
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Jasira was undoubtedly aware of this and responded with a slightly worried tone: "Looking at the postures of both sides, the fight should start at this time tomorrow.
In other words, we need to stay in the mountains for at least a day or two.
How are you feeling now?
Did you notice anything wrong?"
Aberdare clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth and replied: "I'm fine!
Better than ever!
There seems to be endless strength in the body!
This time, I must personally cut off Sarevok’s head to pay homage to Gillian.
At the same time, let him understand the price of provoking us."
"Be careful, I think you have become more and more bloodthirsty recently, and your emotions are getting easier and easier to lose control of. This is not a good sign!" Jasira reminded in a low voice.
"Don't worry, my anger will only be poured out on the enemy."
Aberdare obviously did not take the warning of his adoptive father's friend to heart, but was looking forward to the coming war.
In contrast, Imoen, the other son of Baal in the team, has obviously not yet awakened, and does not feel the restlessness of his bloodline at all. He still maintains his quirky style and cheerful personality, and is leaning on Atio while flipping through a book.
This is a book about the principles and introduction to magic.
Perhaps because of the familiar relationship, she is no longer as afraid of this white bear cub who will show extreme violence during battles as she was at first, but she likes to be with him very much.
On the one hand, she feels safe, and on the other hand, few girls her age can resist the temptation of furry and cute animals.
After all, when he is not in a fighting state, Atio usually maintains the size of a sub-adult black bear. He looks chubby, cute, and not dangerous at all.
"Hey! Xiaobai, if I become a powerful mage in the future, how about you being my magic pet?"
Imoen suddenly put down the book in his hand, stretched out a finger and poked Atio's soft belly.
"Woooooooo——"
The white bear cub shook his head vigorously to express his refusal without hesitation.
It feels that if it dares to betray its master, even if it is lucky enough to survive, it will probably be forcibly opened as punishment.
As a bear determined to pass on its genetic genes, it has long been prepared to find one hundred and eighty female bears as mates as soon as it reaches adulthood, and then give birth to hundreds of offspring.
Before that, you must keep your reproduction tools and never lose them.
"Why? Because of your master who hasn't shown up yet?" Imoen continued to ask enthusiastically.
She was full of curiosity about this mysterious man who had never shown up.
After all, according to Jasila, in order to make the beast king, the darling of great nature, take orders from him, the other party must be a very powerful legendary druid or soul shaman.
"..."
Atio is obviously hesitant to tell the truth.
But the next second, it suddenly noticed something, turned around suddenly, cast its eyes on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, and roared sharply at the narrow gap between the rock and the ground: "Roar!!!!!!!" p>
Instantly!
The other team members sitting not far away were all alarmed.
Jasira, who was very alert, immediately ran over and asked: "What's going on? Did you discover something?"
Since the druid has the innate ability to understand animals, she quickly understood the meaning of the white bear cub, and immediately whistled to summon a squirrel from a nearby tree.
After receiving the instruction, the latter quickly swooped into the rock crevice.
Within three to five seconds, a childish scream and curse came from inside.
"Ah!!!! Damn it! What the fuck is this? Get out of here! Get out of my pants!"
"Is there...someone? And the voice sounds like a boy!"
Khalid opened his mouth in surprise.
You must know that not just anyone can climb this mountain peak.
Not to mention that because there are no roads, many places require the use of ropes to climb. The presence of troll hunters nearby is enough to become a nightmare for many novice adventurers.
Without the power of strong acid and fire, there is no way to stop the troll's unreasonable regeneration ability.
A bottle of hot glue or strong acid worth dozens or even hundreds of gold coins is not something that any adventure team can afford.
"Just force him out and you will know."
Jasila completed the spell casting at an extremely fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, a large group of fist-sized spiders appeared out of thin air and swarmed in along the cracks in the stone at extremely fast speeds.
Many of them are furry, with colorful patterns all over their bodies. Just looking at them makes you scared.
The sharp mouthparts are enough to bite people's skin, leaving horrific wounds.
There is no doubt that this is a typical second-level Druid magic [Flying Insects and Beasts].
Its effect is to summon a swarm of bats, rats and spiders to frighten and distract the enemy, making it impossible for them to maintain their attention.
This trick is great for those who are afraid of rats, bats, and spiders.
There is even an 80 to 90% chance of interrupting the opponent's spellcasting, which is the best way for druids to deal with spellcasters.
Such a horrifying scene instantly frightened Imon so much that she turned pale and subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. At the same time, she was trembling slightly and sweating profusely uncontrollably.
As a kind-hearted girl, she has begun to sympathize with the boy hiding inside, and stares at Jasira with fearful eyes, as if looking at a devil from the hell of Baator.
In less than a few seconds, as everyone expected, screams of ghosts and wolves were heard from the cracks in the stone.
"Spider... spider? Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! No! Don't come here!"
Immediately afterwards, a boy wearing a mage's robe rushed out and crawled out. He even bumped his head against a stone several times without any reaction. He was obviously frightened out of his mind by the spider army.
You don't need to ask to know that he is none other than Sancho, the son of Baal who was left here by Zuo Si before.
I went in and hid to avoid Aberdare.
It is a pity that although this rebellious boy has avoided the sight of humans, he cannot escape the sensitive sense of smell of animals.
"Don't run! Boy! I think you should explain how you got up here and why you are hiding from us."
The halfling thief Montaro grabbed Sancho by the collar.
Maybe he saw that the other party was just a human child, so he didn't take it to heart and didn't draw his weapon.
But in an instant, he paid the price for his carelessness.
Sancho suddenly raised his hand and made a very strange movement, and at the same time uttered unintelligible syllables from his mouth.
"No! He is a mage!"
Sal's face suddenly changed, and he shouted a warning to his companions.
But it's obviously too late.
Before Montaro could react, he saw a big hand made of a force field sweeping past his feet.
Bang!
He almost instantly lost his balance and fell backwards. The back of his head collided closely with a protruding stone, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.
A one-ring evocation spell [Bigby's Throwing Palm], it is also the lowest level among the Bigby's Big Hand series of spells.
This spell can only exist for a moment, trip the target enemy, and cannot actually cause any damage.
But the problem is that Montaro is obviously unlucky.
Although the spell did not cause any harm to him, the fragile back of his head came into close contact with the stone when he fell, eventually causing him to temporarily lose consciousness.
It is unknown whether the important tissues located in the back of the brain were damaged as a result, or whether it caused lifelong disability.
However, a boy of seven or eight years old successfully cast a ring of magic, which obviously shocked everyone in the team.
Especially Imoen, who is interested in magic, has an even bigger mouth, and you can almost see the little tongue in her throat.
She is very aware of how difficult it is to learn magic, and she cannot imagine that a little guy half her age is already an official mage.
"You idiot!"
Seeing that his partner was eliminated with one move, the human mage Thrall immediately became angry and raised his hand to shoot several magic missiles.
This is a common tactic in spell duels.
No mage would expect a few missiles to kill the opponent. The real intention is to interrupt the concentration of spell casting and buy time for himself to prepare the next spell.
If you are dealing with ordinary low-level mages and apprentices, the magic missile trick must be tried and tested.
But the problem is, Sancho is obviously no ordinary apprentice.
First of all, he is a powerful son of Baal who has awakened his divine power and divinity. Secondly, his spell-casting skills were trained by the Mage Tower consciousness and Zuo Si.
So what are the characteristics of Zuo Si’s spellcasting when he is at a relatively low level?
The answer is very simple, that is, be as dirty as you want, and be as insidious as you want. You don’t care about the process at all. Everything is just to win the final victory.
Sancho, who studied under Zuo Si, undoubtedly inherited this spirit. He instantly activated his robe to give himself the [Shield Technique] once a day to block magic missiles, and then to everyone's surprise did not continue to cast spells.
Instead, he took out a handful of powder made of unknown stuff from his pocket and sprinkled it vigorously towards the enemy in front of him.
Since he grabbed the upper wind when he rushed out, the handful of powder he sprinkled immediately hit the faces and bodies of Aberdare and his party under the strong wind on the top of the mountain.
The moment the skin came into contact with the powder, an indescribable itch quickly swept through the whole body.
In less than a second, a layer of creepy red spots appeared on the surface of the skin.
Out of a subconscious reaction, everyone began to scratch their faces, necks and arms crazily. Not to mention continuing to concentrate on casting spells, even grabbing a weapon was a wishful thinking.
The only thing everyone in the team can do now is to scratch the itch desperately.
What's even worse is that some of the powder enters the densely packed nasal cavity and mouth along the respiratory tract and cannot be caught at all, causing even breathing abnormalities.
Anyone with a little knowledge of modern medicine can tell that this is a very serious allergic reaction.
And those unknown powders are the culprits in inducing allergies.
But since Sancho was wearing a pair of dragon leather gloves from beginning to end, he was not affected at all. Instead, he quickly retreated to a safe distance and raised his mouth with a sinister smile like a devil.
In fact, the screaming and cursing just now were all deliberately staged by him to confuse Aberdare and his party.
The purpose is naturally to lower the opponent's vigilance, rush out to seize the upper wind position, and then spill the deadly powder taken from his mentor's laboratory.
Because Zuo Si taught him that young age is often a huge advantage.
As long as you use it well, you can defeat enemies several times stronger than yourself.
Today, Sancho experienced this firsthand.
Similarly, he also understood why there is always a saying in the magician world that "famous teachers make great disciples".
Having a good mentor can save an apprentice from several years or even ten years of detours...