There is no doubt that Storm Silverhand's evaluation of the Dark Prince Graya 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 the high-level mages and Shar's priests, the 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 corpses were left behind.
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.
Graya's expressionless handsome face and cold eyes vividly demonstrated his character and flaws in his natural god-like powers.
Any scholar who has done some research and understanding of wild gods, ancient evil beings, and other innate divine powers that do not rely on faith to maintain their existence 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 possibly understand the idea that they can just slap or trample mortals to death.
Moreover, 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 and sorrows of ordinary people's daily lives. They often regard them as toys to kill boring time.
Or resources of certain value.
Therefore, most wild gods, ancient evil beings and other innate god-like powers are evil and scorn the morality, order and laws 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 wanted to use a complete massacre to announce to the entire Faerûn continent and let everyone understand what it meant 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 is the "resources" and "property" that will belong to the army, such as the residents of the Kingdom of Cormyr, who will belong to them in the future. They need to be treated with a slightly more gentle approach and given protection;
The second type is residents of other areas who have no relationship with themselves, so just ignore them;
The third type is the guy who is controlled by his opponent. This kind of person usually has strong hostility towards himself, and will gradually develop irreconcilable hatred as the fighting, violence and killing escalate, and he needs to punch hard as fast as mowing grass.
Clean it up without leaving any trouble.
Therefore, Greia's current large-scale massacre is not due to bloodthirsty 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 once this young god-like power starts, he will never stop easily. Instead, he will kill thousands of people with unimaginable efficiency, without even giving others a chance to react or intervene.
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 Valley of Shadows is located happens to have a large land border with Cormyr, Storm Silverhand can't help but feel nervous, worried and anxious.
She was not sure whether the future Kingdom of Cormyr would reach out to the valley that was 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 empire on the west coast, the power of the Cormyr royal family will inevitably grow exponentially, and it won't be long before they become formidable.
If you include Sembia, which ended the civil war after a round of reshuffles, the valley is almost surrounded, with only the newly recovered Elf Kingdom Cormanthor in the north barely considered an ally.
Even Storm Silverhand can think of things that Elminster can't 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 Fu Zor Cheberry, the clones Manzon and Shimamon and other high-level officials of the Zhentarim.
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. They are also very concerned about the situation in Tifanton, and are also hostile to the City of Shades.
relation.
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 the opponent, or even eliminate a powerful enemy once and for all.
Looking at the sinister and cunning face of Fu Zol Cheberry, Storm Silverhand immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes and asked: "What on earth do you want to do here?"
"It's very simple.
I don't really want you to interfere in this war of shadows.
Because the threat posed by the return of Ghost City to the material plane to the Moon Sea is too great.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! So I hope that the Dark Prince Graia can help me kill all Telamante and his sons without leaving a single one behind.
This way I can easily deal with the threat from the Enook Desert and achieve what I have always wanted to achieve."
Fuzor Chebery made no secrets and stated his intention straightforwardly.
It is easy to see from the gloating in his eyes and tone that he is very satisfied with the outcome of this war.
After all, as long as the City of Shadows is completely destroyed, the pressure faced by Zhentil Castle will disappear instantly.
With the strong strength of integrating the towns and villages around the Moon Sea and establishing a dictatorship, Yinbutu will be a good choice whether it is to go south to seize the land of the Elf Kingdom Cormanthor or to go east to invade Hantu.
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, Fuzor Chebery's ambition grew wildly like weeds in the wilderness, and he also longed to establish
Build an empire of your own.
Considering that there was almost no room for expansion in the west, he naturally turned his attention to 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?"
Elminster was obviously angry at the other party's shamelessness.
He originally thought that the Zhentarim would block here to kill him or to 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 help the City of Shades.
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, which will fully turn to the West Coast Empire in the future, so that it will not expand too fast and threaten the valley.
have an impact.
Before Fuzuo Er Cheberry could refute, Xi Manmeng, the controller of the dark intelligence network, stood up and questioned with a smile: "If you were not afraid, why didn't you stand up in the first place?
Especially when 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 demonstrated his strength through two battles.
You must know that neither Cyric nor Demogorgon is a soft persimmon.
He deserves everyone's respect, doesn't he?"
Having said that, Ximanmeng did not forget to glance at Greia standing at the top of the huge black curtain with the corner of his eye.
Even though 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 continued to attack the defense line built by the soldiers and mages of the City of Shadows.
Although since Shadow City 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.
Spells targeting shadow creatures such as daylight, sunburst, and fireball illuminate the night sky one after another, often killing hundreds of black shadows in an instant, or even clearing a large area in front of them.
But this does nothing to slow down the pace of death.
Whenever 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, Dark Prince 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 arranged in advance, they are all prepared to deal with the Ghost City.
These people are quietly placed in important positions like chess pieces, waiting to step up and play a role when needed.
Especially Brenas, you should have made it into a planeswalker summoning creature card a long time ago, right?
Interesting, really interesting.
I really want to know how many such hidden chess pieces you have planted."
As the last word blurted out, Greya suddenly felt something and turned around suddenly to stare at his right side.
Although there was nothing there in the eyes of outsiders, he felt the spark that belonged only to the planeswalkers.
That kind of resonance that words cannot describe is absolutely unmistakable.
"I have arranged a lot of chess pieces like this, more than you can imagine. After all, I have a lot of enemies, so I have to make a few more emergency backup plans, don't you think?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zuo Si's voice came from the place where the Prince of Darkness was staring.
Greya 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 remaining invisible, smiled and replied: "I've been here from the beginning.
It's just that some kind of technique is used to distort reality and the perception of everyone around you, making everyone including you invisible.
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."
Mentioning this matter, Grea finally showed a hint of pride, pointing to the large area of land around Tifantun and explaining: "I sent people in advance to bury some gadgets made from fragments of my own divine power into 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."
"Using 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 appearing. His eyes shone slightly, and he was obviously amazed by his son's whimsical ideas 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.
"That's right.
But I also used the magic network of shadows 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 it’s much smaller.”
Grea stated the limitations of this ability very simply.
But Zuo Si praised nonchalantly: "Even so, you have accomplished a quite remarkable feat.
After all, the power of a planeswalker is to connect endless time, space and universe with its own spark.
Then use things including energy and rules for your own use.
With just a small land card, you can bring the shadow magic network and night of Faerûn to any world."
"Thank you for your compliment. But this time, it's thanks to Brenas that 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 Demogorgon, the most difficult person to deal with, and allowed the fatal sealing magic to 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 several spies 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 on his face, Zuo Si taught his son the relevant experience of how to use the abilities of planeswalkers as a veteran and an old-timer.
Greia was obviously very smart and understood the meaning immediately, and asked thoughtfully: "You mean to make an important person of the other party into a planeswalker summoning creature card?"
Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "Absolutely correct.
Remember, intelligence is always the most important link in determining the outcome of a war.
You have to establish your own messaging channel and make sure it's always under control.
Otherwise you will become deaf and blind.
No matter how powerful 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, how do you think I should deal with the City of Shadows, and how should I end all this?"
Greia 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, never imitate your mother.
Because her political talent and talents are really hard to describe in words.
You must know that becoming a qualified ruler is not as simple as you think.
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 you can easily control the entire bureaucracy and make those agents of power love and fear you, will you be qualified."
After hearing these words, the Prince of Darkness fell into silence for a moment. It took a full minute before 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, and 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 Iron Princess Yalusel without any concealment.
"So she is also a pawn under your control?" Greya continued to ask with a curious face.
Zuo Si replied without hesitation: "Strictly speaking, yes.
Because in politics, if you don't take the initiative, the other party will take the initiative.
This 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 can never place your hope on the kindness of the other party, otherwise you will definitely lose miserably.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! What’s more, I played my role almost perfectly, and at the same time, I fulfilled everything your mother desired.
If you don't believe it, you can ask her if she loves me.
Believe me, there is only one answer you will get, and that is love.
Beyond that, without my intervention, your mother would never have been able to take the throne of Cormyr.
With her political level, she would only serve as regent to assist Assan V until he reached adulthood, and then be kicked away like garbage.
After all, the game of politics and power is so cruel, and there is no talk of family ties or blood ties."
"So... I can also use the same method to control those women and make them fall in love with me and become willing pawns under my control?"
Grea's eyes shone slightly, as if the door to a new world had opened.
Since he has 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 imitate them.
Because the cost of this method is very low, but the benefits that can be obtained from it are very huge.
Faced with his studious son, Zuo Si certainly would not hide his secrets and gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
"sure.
However, 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 think of this as a transaction.
Only by constantly giving positive feedback will those women be devoted to you, and even be willing to sacrifice their lives and even souls for you.
Mind control and slavery is a very profound science.
I suggest you first pick a relatively simple target as your practice object.
For example, the maids in the court 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 outsiders heard the conversation between 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 definitely not many who are as naked as this.
What's more, the Prince of Darkness was just born, technically speaking he was 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 exploding 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!"
Greia directly locked onto Elminster and Storm Silverhand with her divine-like vision that surpassed ordinary people. She also discovered the clones Manson, Fuzor Chebery and Ximanmon who were having a heated exchange of opinions with them.
et al.
Obviously, the two groups couldn't reach an agreement in the end and started fighting.
Including the Alliance of Harpers 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, and there is also the civil war between Breenas and other ghost princes and high-level mages on the ground.
The scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing makes people can’t help but sigh that it really deserves to be 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 stinky habit of being nosy.
However, the Zhentarim will go to great lengths this time to allow you to completely destroy the City of Shades.
In particular, Fuzor Cherberry has begun to use the power given to him by Bane.
It seems that the two sides won’t be able to tell the winner for a while.”
Zuo Sirao joked with a half-smile, not taking this small scene seriously at all.
After all, by now, the power he possesses has long been beyond the reach of Elminster and Fuzor Chebery.
"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 that, Zuo Si ignored his son's reaction and directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
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.
"Shar, the goddess of the night?!"
Grea confirmed the opponent's identity almost instantly, and at the same time clenched the long sword burning with black flames in his 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 towards him slowly with elegant steps.
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 and took a deep breath like a drug addict.
, and then let out a moan that is enough to make people think endlessly.
What pure darkness!
What a silent nothingness!
All of this makes the goddess of the night seem to have returned to the beautiful era before the sun appeared at the beginning of her creation.
Out of instinctive reaction, Shar opened her arms as if she was holding the Prince of Darkness tightly in her 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."
Greia expressed his attitude clearly.
Not to mention the goddess of the night in front of him, even hugging and kissing his mother Yalusel would cause him 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 you."
Be wary and suspicious.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After all, your father Soth and I have many irreconcilable conflicts, and we have even become enemies openly.
But please believe me, I don't have 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 peaceful, 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 that seemed to reveal her true feelings, Greya's tense nerves relaxed a little. She put the sword back into its sheath and carefully tried: "What do you want to do today? Save the people who are about to be destroyed."
The city of ghosts?"
"City of Shadows?
Ha ha ha ha!
No, my child, the City of Shadows is of no importance to me.
From the moment they started plotting against you, I have completely abandoned them.
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.
You know it's not easy to avoid your cunning and cunning father."
While saying these words, Shar's eyes were full of disgust as he glanced at the floating city above his head.
Because since returning to the material world, Yinhuncheng's crotch-stretching performance has really disappointed her.
In particular, Telamante was as timid as a mouse and missed many opportunities.
But the most important thing is that he cooperated 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 elector?"
Graya seemed to notice something.
"voter?
No, that is something prepared for mortals and is 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 do not need to abide by any precepts or dogma, you can do whatever you want, and all my churches in the world must obey your orders."
Shar opened her arms and made the conditions in an excited and exciting 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.
Greya 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 will always be open to you. But in return for this kindness, can you let me hold you for a while? Just for a little while..."
Shar blinked his big watery eyes and looked pitiful.
"Can!"
After a moment of hesitation, Greia agreed.
After all, it's just a hug, and he won't lose a piece of meat.
After getting 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, hanging on the prince of darkness like an octopus, greedily
Smell the scent emanating from the latter's body.
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.
It was obvious that Shar was playing a trick on this matter.
Grea, who lacked life experience, accidentally fell into the other party's trap.
The only way out now 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 Ghost City who were still resisting with Shar hanging on his body, intending to complete the final work of the war as soon as possible.
You must know that the place where Shar's incarnation appears most frequently is the City of Shadows.
Therefore, many people in the army of Shadow City know the appearance of the incarnation of the goddess of night.
So when Grea 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 smacked his mouth to make sure that this was not a dream.
Or hallucinations.
Because no believer of the Goddess of Night would regard the beautiful woman lying in front of him with a snuggling look 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 could 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 his whole body stopped resisting like a zombie.
After about two or three minutes, he shouted hysterically like crazy: "Come on! Kill me! What are you waiting for?"
For this kind of request, the Prince of Darkness has always responded to every request. He directly penetrated the opponent's chest with a sword and said sarcastically in a cold tone: "You are so pathetic. You are actually trapped in the whirlpool of faith and unable to extricate yourself. Put everything away."
All hope is pinned on gods? What do you think gods are? A universal wishing machine for mortals?"
"Shar... Great Shar! My beloved goddess of the night! Why did you abandon me! I am obviously so pious and loyal to you..."
Revalan obviously didn't listen to what Grea said at all, but wanted to reach out and touch Shar's white bare feet without shoes and socks before he died.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But at the moment when it was about to touch, a powerful force instantly bounced it away, and the whole person was placed on a rock and spit out
Blood, he breathed 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 abandoned 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 combat, 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 that you have to go as far as you can to save your own life first.
Normally, mages should start activating teleportation magic and teleport away right now.
But the problem is, Grea will keep an eye on those who try to activate the 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 between the great arcanists in the sky above us was coming to an end.
Even though Telamante had shown all his trump cards, as well as all the new spells and spell-casting techniques he had developed over thousands of years in the Shadow Plane, he still could not defeat the "Undead" Ovo.
At the moment, he has almost no spell slots, and 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-ho-ho-"
Accompanied by heavy breathing, the founder of Ghost City finally closed his eyes and no longer struggled in any form.
Because Telamant knew that this was meaningless at all, and he had lost from the beginning of the battle.
After all, he only has a ghost physique and is not an immortal lich. Once killed, he will really die.
But what about Owo?
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."
"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.