Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 69 Tao Ge Si Kou Sang

This sorcerer is none other than Zhang, and the transformation of the chicken into a live one was also his doing.

Before setting off, the wealthy Zhang, who had plenty of energy, had already purchased several new chess pieces, and the Shadow Shaman was one of them!

This troll shaman, commonly known as Little Y, has low defense, is fragile, and looks ugly. Apart from one skill, he has no redeeming qualities.

But it is this skill that gives him irreplaceable value.

Hex: Transforms an enemy into a harmless small animal. Duration: One round (six seconds).

This was Zhang Yuanliang's trump card. Although the opposing mage was indeed incredibly powerful to him at the moment, the spell-ineffective barrier he was under had even rendered the entire spellcasting team helpless.

However, there is no perfect spell, only a well-prepared mage.

Gaisas, who had the upper hand, really didn't think that his opponent could have any means to threaten him. Or rather, it wasn't that Gaisas's confidence was questionable, but that some of his methods had never appeared in this world before, so how could anyone defend against them?

Let alone Gaisas, even Arzus might not have imagined that a chess piece summoned by a level 1 summoning spell could actually use a level 4 spell.
This is really not magic! Someone thought to themselves.

But this is so overpowered! Someone was secretly delighted.

There are many happy things in the world, but if we had to rank them, having a cheat code would definitely be one of the top ones.

When everyone is playing the game honestly and following the rules, you suddenly get a cheat, or even a self-developed one, that makes the opponents look completely bewildered and causes chaos. That feeling is indeed quite nice.

Of course, using cheats in games is shameful, as it undermines the fairness of competition and diminishes the sense of accomplishment and enjoyment that fair competition brings.

However, in reality, there isn't that much fairness; if it works, it's reasonable.

Of course, if our mage Gaisas heard this, he would definitely be indignant and shout loudly.

Unfortunately, even if he could hear it, all he could make now was a series of cooing sounds.

Six seconds is a very short time, so short that you don't even have time to take off your pants.

Six seconds is a long time, long enough for someone to finish their business.

Don't get me wrong, we're talking about Scar, or rather, the sword Scar swung.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Skar did not disappoint the Shadow Shaman's sorcery. In just over six seconds, he was already in front of the white-feathered chicken.

He swung his sword, beheaded, and blood gushed like a fountain.

When the white-feathered chicken struggled in vain to escape but could not escape its fate of death, the fate of Gaisas, and even the entire Black Claw and Cold Blood gang, was already as imprinted on stone, unchangeable.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Unlike the Flame Fist group's pleasant surprise, the bandits experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.

First, they were panicked by the attack of the Flame Fist, then they were terrified when the enemy broke through their camp, and then they were encouraged by Gaisas's intervention. They thought they could finish off the enemy in one fell swoop, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and in the blink of an eye, the master was about to run away.

But before they could decide whether to feel grief or despair, something even more absurd happened: a powerful mage suddenly transformed into a chicken? Or rather, a newly-raised white-feathered chicken?

Now that the monk is dead, they no longer have to struggle with the question of grief or despair. Merciful fate has very considerately spared them from their dilemma.

When Skar killed Gaisas and led his elite reserves to slaughter the remaining bandits like tigers among sheep, the enemy's last line of resistance was on the verge of collapse. With most of the bandits either dead or surrendering, only two scattered groups of bandits remained, standing out like cranes among chickens, stubbornly resisting among the fleeing bandits.

At this moment, Togos Kosan felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

These damn idiots, even though they formed the Black Claw Mercenary Group, had their own name and organization, and even had the Iron Throne's secret support, a leopard can't change its spots.

These useless idiots! The scouts I assigned to keep watch were just going through the motions, taking a quick stroll around the perimeter of the fence and considering it a mission accomplished. And that damned Creedus I appointed was even playing around with women during his shift? He can't control his genitals, I should have cut him off back then.

While fending off the attacking Flame Fist soldiers, Tao Gesi cursed his men in his mind.

At this point, he understood that the situation was hopeless, but it wasn't that he didn't want to escape. At the crucial moment when Gaisas interrupted the opponent's attack, he believed that the opportunity to counterattack had arrived, so he decisively launched an attack.

It was he and the goblin leader Adenauer who rallied the remaining troops, launched a counter-offensive, and took advantage of the enemy's disarray to launch a brilliant counterattack.

But that was about all the effect they could get. After all, Flame Fist was well-trained. Once he reorganized his squad and stabilized his formation, the scattered bandits could hardly gain any advantage.

The two mages on the other side, unable to deal with Gaisath, were quite adept at bullying ordinary bandits. Two grease spells, two fireballs, and then a fear and a sleep spell, and the bandits, who already had no formation, scattered in all directions like chickens in a shed, their nest in disarray.

Tao Gesi, who could no longer rely on his own mage, wanted to retreat, but found that he had been too brave in leading the charge, and with a few confidants, he was like an arrow at the forefront.

This is a real problem. Trapped in enemy territory, there's practically no rear. His other men have either died or fled, and almost none are left. Only he and Adenauer are left with a group of trusted followers, fighting like cornered beasts.

It wasn't that he didn't want to surrender, but the problem was that as the leader of the mercenary group, he would likely face death even if sent to trial. Besides, the support from the Iron Throne didn't come without a price; they couldn't possibly entrust an entire armed force to him without any checks and balances.

His family members were enjoying the nominal care and accommodation provided by the Iron Throne. If they died in battle, that would be one thing, but what if they surrendered? Thinking of his nine-year-old child, Taugs still couldn't make up his mind.

So be it!

One man fights for his life, ten are helpless. Having calmly let go of everything, Tao Gesi no longer harbors resentment or fear. In his eyes, there are only enemies, only battle, and only his own destiny: death.

Regardless of who he was before, or what he had done, at this moment, Tao Gesi is truly worthy of the title of warrior.

Even the elite Flame Fist soldiers, when they charged in groups of three or five, could only barely maintain a stalemate with the enemy. What was more serious was that the stalemate was tilting more and more in the enemy's favor as their attacks became more and more resolute.

Belief is a power, and in this world, this power often exceeds the imagination of many who consider themselves rational.

Tao Gesi was undeniably gifted; as a level 11 warrior, he had already touched the threshold of becoming a high-level warrior.

However, they remained standing before this door for four years.

As the leader of a mercenary group and a wielder of the Iron Throne, he has endless trivial matters, intrigues, and dirty and tiring jobs to deal with every day.

These things, like a thick layer of dust, covered the fearless heart of the warrior.

Only now, when he no longer cares about loss or fear, has he truly begun to enjoy the battle and yearn for death.

"For the glory of Tempas!" Taugs roared, completely ignoring the longsword aimed at his heart. With a flick of his torso, the deflected sword slashed across his left ribs, but the sword in his own hand severed the other's throat.

The Flame Fist soldiers, grieving the loss of their comrades, put aside their last remaining concerns and stopped thinking about whether it was wise to fight a caged beast; their sole objective was to kill it.

(End of this chapter)