Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 402 must be a special fate.

One or two bites sever limbs, three or four bites take lives.

With their movements restricted, the Drow scouts could only use their own bodies to withstand the terrifying bites of the Mad Hook. The unlucky one first had his right arm bitten off, then half of his head was taken away, leaving not even a whole corpse behind.

The more satisfying outcome is having one's skull smashed by Crazy Hook's iron chin, followed by a kick of the legs, and then ascending to bliss.

The most peaceful one was the one who was hit in the temple by a metal bullet. He went straight to the deep pit magic network to report for duty, without any pain or suffering. It was a peaceful death.

But one lucky survivor managed to break free from the barrage of deadly bullets fired by the old clockwork and hurriedly ran back to his own side.

However, Mr. Assund, the person involved, felt no joy or relief at surviving such a disaster; only one thought occupied his mind:
Run! Get away from that horrible iron golem and its damn projectiles, and that biting iron pincers.

It was half luck and half shrewdness that allowed him to escape the clockwork's torment. With the construct's skills, as long as he was out of its attack range, he was basically safe.

As Assund thought this, things turned out exactly as he expected. The steel monster could only futilely wave its large pincers and watch him leave, just like a fiddler crab out of water.

I finally survived...

Boing!
Before Assund could turn his head, he could only see a beam of light coming from his side and behind him out of the corner of his eye, piercing straight through his chest and disappearing into the night in the distance.

That idiot can even launch remote attacks?
With his last questions in mind, Assund's consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

Not far away, Old Tinker raised his redstone laser generator and, like a Western cowboy, put it to his lips and pretended to blow on it.

Samsung Tinker's built-in weapon, plus Tinker's own slight improvements, is powerful enough that even if it can't compare to a full-power laser cannon, it's still quite strong, especially when it hits a drow cursed by light, hitting a vital spot.

The four scouts were thus completely wiped out.

The dust had settled, and the one-sided battle, or rather the carnage, was now exposed to the approaching, stealthy drow mage.

Taybien, who originally intended to use underhanded tactics and underground boxing, turned cold-hearted.

If they were just two ordinary iron golems, they would certainly be troublesome, but there were ways to get around them. But it turned out to be a special golem!
These special types of golems are like special editions and limited editions among constructs. While they are almost synonymous with expensive and rare, they also often mean powerful or eerie.

Regardless of the type, they are the favorites of many spellcasters, usually kept as a hidden treasure in their lair. To find two of them today is truly a pleasant surprise.

Another thing that gave him the creeps was that the young human mage had disappeared!
The enemy, who should have been the target of the ambush, has vanished without a trace. Instead, our own scouts have become the prey, suffering heavy casualties.

As for the target's whereabouts, it's easy to guess. They must have hidden themselves and been observing from the shadows, just like me. They couldn't possibly abandon the construct golem to continue fighting and teleport away, could they?
A spellcaster, more powerful and wealthier than himself, was now lurking menacingly, eyeing him with predatory intent…

Ah this.

Having given up all hope, Taebien silently withdrew the Exorcising Explosive Arrow that he had originally intended to activate with his Archery Technique, and casually picked up the scroll that he had long wanted to use.

Given the current situation, let whoever wants to die die; I need to preserve my life to add a chapter to the history of arcane magic and the Abery family. Just as Taybien was about to unfold the teleportation scroll, he subconsciously glanced back at his older cousin. Good heavens, great minds think alike!

Seeing that the scouts had been defeated and never returned, Eirima quickly made up her mind. She even disregarded her own little brother and, after gathering a group of trusted followers, she set off decisively. The runes of the teleportation portal, accompanied by magical light, floated around her, and she was even faster than Taybien.

Taybien was filled with regret. He should have run away in time instead of being bound by these rules and consequences. He was still too naive and immature after leaving the ivory tower.

In the Zhuoer society where betrayal and treachery are commonplace, even the slightest hesitation or indecision can be considered a sin, making Rong Jin an honest person in the eyes of others.

The fate of honest people is also obvious. At this moment, the Drow mage was so shocked that he didn't even care about changing his position. He tore open the scroll and used all his chanting speed to guide the teleportation.

As the incantation was uttered, the aura of the spell disrupted the invisibility spell's coverage, exposing a somewhat hazy black shadow amidst the surrounding enemies.

Taybine was lucky; he was positioned some distance from Old Clockwork and the other dwarven warriors. The former had not yet installed the electromagnetic catapult on his grappling hook, and the latter had exhausted their throwing axes in the previous rounds of battle, so they couldn't really do anything to him for the time being.

The Tinker reacted quickly, raising his hand to unleash a laser beam that streaked across the night sky. The incandescent light nearly blinded Taybien, causing him to almost miss a beat in his already tense casting and chanting.

Fortunately, with the ripples that spread in front of him, an energy buffer shield burst like a soap bubble, canceling out the incoming beam of light.

Okay, bye-bye!

"Extreme Heavenly Wrath Fist!"

Before Master Zhuoer could even savor the joy of surviving a calamity, a voice rang in his ears that made his heart and lungs stop.

What the hell? You just silently cast a ninth-ring arcane spell without saying a word?

The wonderful opportunity to encounter such a powerful figure on his first mission on the surface left Tybion with a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't know whether to grit his teeth and continue casting the spell and gamble on luck or give up and beg for mercy.

However, the expected giant iron fist did not descend from the sky. Just as he was wondering what was happening, an ordinary fist, even somewhat white, came flying towards his forehead, sending stars flying everywhere.

Damn it, that despicable Garruk, he actually cheated.

These were Taybjörn's last thoughts before he fell into a coma. If Master Zhang could hear the thoughts of this drow, he would surely be proud of it.

After all, the word "despicable" is used as a compliment among the Drow.

Of course, there was no top-tier spell like the Extreme Heavenly Wrath Fist. In the rush, Zhang Yuan only had time to cast a Savage Bull's Might on himself, and then...
Just an ordinary punch!
With his already considerable strength amplified by magic, his power far surpasses that of the seemingly imposing minotaurs. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the unfortunate soul, who hadn't even had time to process what was happening, was instantly taken down.

As luck would have it, Tybion sneaked in and arrived right next to Master Zhang, only a few feet away. It was like two complete strangers reaching into the pockets of the same victim in a vast crowd.

What an incredible coincidence!

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