A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Help! Someone can help me! I'm hurt!"

"Ahhh! Guards! There's a demon here!"

"Damn it! Who can tell me what happened? How did these dark elves enter the city?"

"Tyr, the great god of justice, please send down divine punishment to kill these evil monsters."

"It's bad! Several blocks to the east have been completely destroyed. If this continues, we will all die."

…

Along with all kinds of calls for help and shouts, Neverwinter, the Pearl of the North, has completely ushered in its darkest moment.

Although due to the previous plague, strong iron gates were installed at the passages between several districts. After noticing that something was wrong, the nearby guards immediately chose to close and cut off the connection between the urban areas.

But this is obviously of no use to demons with the ability to teleport and fly.

Dark elves can also come and go freely within the city through magic and sewers.

The only people who were stopped were the fleeing people and the criminals whose dark sides were magnified in the chaos and started burning, killing and looting.

And because the incident happened so suddenly, and because there were not many defenders in Neverwinter City and they were scattered on patrol on the streets to maintain law and order, it was impossible to organize an effective counterattack.

What's even more terrible is that the premeditated assassinations by the drow assassins resulted in the death of all the high-level officials of Neverwinter who had the authority and ability to stand up to stop and lead the soldiers.

Even the temple of Tyr, the god of justice, was besieged by demons.

Many low-level officers such as captains have no idea what to do and can only lead a few soldiers to wait for reinforcements or provide some protection for civilians.

Of course, all of this was a "man-made disaster" deliberately created after private discussions between Aribes and General Taylor.

They all want to take this opportunity to eliminate the original forces in Neverwinter headed by Lord Nasir, so that they can be completely brought under the control of the empire.

So after the Leicester Port was invaded, we knew it might be a trap, but they also worked together to deliberately create the illusion that the imperial army was dispatched to rescue. The two airships before were just forwards, and ground troops would follow. The ship set off from the port in order for Deszell to take action boldly.

It would be best to also clean up the nobles in the Black Lake District.

In this way, the upper echelons with political power in Neverwinter City will completely disappear.

But in fact, there are a thousand fully armed guards hidden in Neverwinter Castle alone, and there are several gunboats and dragon knight legions on standby above the clouds in the sky above.

But General Taylor remained motionless even as he watched the whole city become chaotic.

Although Aerion Zhende wanted to help those citizens, he did not have the authority to command the army and could only watch.

The only ones trying their best to quell the chaos and drive out the dark elves and demons were Dumbledore and Vanswick.

They first killed the dark elf assassins who came to assassinate them, and then helped a group of guards to banish the demons back to their hometown in the abyss, and then took these people to support other places.

By continuously gathering scattered effective forces and simultaneously attacking those enemies who caused chaos, it didn't take long for the situation in the central area of ​​the city to be stabilized.

Looking at the scene of Beggar's Nest with flames soaring into the sky in the distance, Dumbledore frowned subconsciously and murmured in a doubtful tone: "Strange, why has there been no response from the castle until now? This is not like Soth. That’s the way it’s always been.”

"what are you saying?"

Vanswijk had just helped an injured person treat and bandage his wounds and immediately turned around and asked.

Although he still has a lot of healing spells, he can also convert all unused spell slots into positive energy healing spells as needed (a special ability for priests of good alignment gods, and evil alignment into negative energy damage spells).

However, considering the current unoptimistic situation, there must be many seriously injured people who need treatment, so minor injuries are generally treated simply to ensure that there is magic that can save lives in the case of serious injuries and near death.

As a priest of Tyr, the God of Justice, Vanswijk is not outstanding in combat, but he is an out-and-out expert in treatment and disease prevention. He can always rationally allocate magical treatment and ordinary medical care to minimize the risk of disease. Mortality rate of the injured.

“Don’t you think the reaction from the castle is a bit strange?

Normally if something like this happened, they would have immediately sent out their elite to repel the enemy and restore order.

But now the castle gate is closed and ready to go.

It's like waiting for the arrival of a powerful enemy. "

Dumbledore stared at the Neverwinter Castle towering in the distance and expressed the doubts in his heart.

"I think this may be related to the fact that Aribes led the army to rescue Leicester Port. At present, the imperial army has basically left, and the defense force in the city is very empty, so they can only prioritize ensuring the safety of the castle."

As soon as he mentioned his fiancée, Vanswijk's eyes darkened, and a look of pain and struggle appeared on his face.

But Dumbledore shook his head: "No, this is wrong. How many imperial troops were stationed in Neverwinter before? How many troops were taken away by Erebes? I always feel that there must be something hidden in this."

Vanswijk replied with a wry smile: "Except for Aribes and General Taylor, no one knows how many reinforcements the empire has sent.

According to the statement given by the castle, basically everyone was sent out.

I think the enemy must have gotten this information, so they launched a surprise attack on Neverwinter City.

After all, Deszel was once the leader of the Church of Helm, and he must have left quite a few informants in the city. "

"That means we can't be sure whether all the empire's troops have been sent out?"

Dumbledore had obviously noticed something, and there was a strange glint in his eyes.

"You don't mean to say that there are enough troops in the castle, but they just do nothing and watch the city fall into chaos, right?"

Vanswijk's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that Aribes would become so ruthless.

"It's not clear exactly what happened, but I'm 100% sure that not all the empire's troops were sent out. Because based on what I know about Soth, he is not the kind of person who would put all his efforts into action."

When saying this, a playful expression appeared on Dumbledore's face.

There was no doubt that his adventures in Neverwinter made him extremely satisfied.

Whether it's a battle of wits with Deszell, a fight with those cultists, or finding a compatible partner, these are things you can't enjoy on the magical earth.

Most importantly, he once again tasted freshness and a freedom that was indescribable.

"Perhaps His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire is a cautious person, but Irebes is obviously not. Now under her leadership, there is no guarantee that Neverwinter will not make some extraordinary moves." Fanswijk guessed in an uncertain tone.

“No, no, no, you don’t understand.

South is the kind of person who tries to keep everything under his control as much as possible.

He may give Aribes the right to make the decision, but before that he must give clear instructions or let another person restrict it.

If I guessed correctly, the person responsible for restraining Erebes should be General Taylor.

So the sudden closure of the castle must be something to prepare for.

You wait here, I want to go over and take a look. "

After that, Dumbledore directly blessed himself with [High Mage Armor] and [Stoneskin], and walked alone along the empty streets in the direction of the castle.

But before he could reach the main entrance of the castle, a group of fully armed dark elves and more than thirty high-level demons suddenly emerged from the darkness.

Especially the demons, there are six legendary Balor Balrogs alone, and the rest are basically ruthless characters such as six-armed snake demons, enchanted demons, and crazy fighting demons.

The most frightening thing is that three of these demons are mutant evolutions influenced by the Eldrazi.

One of them was covered with hundreds of beholder-like eyes, and his body was a huge and hard ball of flesh, floating in mid-air;

The other one is completely like an octopus, with thick and huge tentacles densely growing underneath, and inside the tentacles are sharp poisonous hooks;

The third one looks like an abstract giant mushroom, with its face covered with glowing wriggling sprouts, and under the umbrella are twisted tentacles of different sizes. It is obviously inherited from the eldest sister of the three Eldrazi Titans, Emrakul. Characteristics.

If the previous war between the Will of the Abyss and the three Eldrazi Titans left any legacy to the universe, it was undoubtedly these half-demon creatures who possessed Eldrazi traits and some abilities.

Due to the chaotic nature of the bottomless abyss, no one knows what they are and what abilities they possess.

Therefore, its danger and unexpectedness are directly maximized.

It is said that even many secondary demon lords died at the hands of their strange abilities.

At present, all demons are afraid of these gadgets created under the blessing of the will of the abyss during the war, thinking that they are not their own kind at all.

A small group of Obiris demons who wanted to cause trouble even claimed that these new species were precursors for the will of the abyss to replace the Tanar'ri, and then encouraged the Tanar'ri to start large-scale wars and killings with them.

As a mage who has channels to learn more about the current situation of the Abyss, Dumbledore activated the cloak's invisibility ability the moment he saw the demons and dark elves, hoping to avoid this encounter with almost zero chance of winning. .

But unfortunately, in the dark night, both drow and demons have far better vision than humans.

Before he discovered the other party, the other party had discovered him first.

What's more, starting from the Enchanted Demon, all the higher-level demons above basically have the effect of permanent true seeing, and can see through all invisible creatures, secret doors and magical deformation effects within a range of 36.5 meters.

Therefore, before Dumbledore had time to escape from the influence of True Seeing, he saw a six-armed snake demon teleporting directly in front of him. The six arms holding different weapons instantly waved out afterimages and smashed him down.

"Damn it!"

Realizing that he had been exposed, the principal did not hesitate for a second and directly activated a magic scroll.

moment!

An invisible force field wall stood between him and the demon.

The six-armed snake demon's violent attacks hit the wall of force with a huge sound.

However, the force wall technique can obviously only resist for a while.

For a demon who can cast advanced teleportation spells at will, it doesn't take much effort to get through the blockage of the force wall.

Just when the six-armed snake demon was about to teleport to the other side of the wall of power and continue to hunt down the human mage in front of him, Dumbledore made a very bold move, which was to release a three-ring magic weapon with no damage or protective effect. [Daylight Technique].

When the extremely dazzling bright light directly illuminated the entire surrounding area, both demons and dark elves who were extremely sensitive to light immediately subconsciously blocked their eyes with their hands.

The latter even couldn't help but scream in pain.

Because for the drow who have lived in the underdark for a long time, this instantaneous bright light will cause severe pain to the eyes, accompanied by uncontrollable tears.

It would be impossible to regain vision for at least a minute or two, and even if it did, it would only be a blurry image.

More importantly, the bright light caused by the daylight spell is not instantaneous, but will last for at least fifty minutes to several hours depending on the caster level.

This also means that the team that was originally discrediting and preparing to launch a raid was instantly exposed to the sight of Neverwinter Castle.

Just one second later, the warning bell rang completely, followed by crossbows and bullets fired from the arrow tower.

In less than two or three minutes, even the cannons started firing.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

One of the cannonballs landed right in the middle of the dark elf team, killing six people on the spot, and seven or eight others who were injured also fell to the ground.

Obviously, the cunning Dumbledore had no intention of fighting so many enemies from the beginning.

His only real intention was to attract the attention of the castle defenders.

Apparently, the plan worked.

As the long-range strikes arrived as expected, the six-armed snake demon was immediately hit by the whizzing bullets.

Although the smoky gunpowder and ordinary bullets produced by the Gond Church could not cause any effective damage to this powerful demon, the huge kinetic energy still caused her to retreat uncontrollably until Dumbledore disappeared in Zhenzhi. The scope of influence of the technique.

As emphasized in many books, for a mage, the most powerful weapon is not the powerful magic he masters, but the smart and wise brain.

Sometimes, even when faced with an enemy whose strength far exceeds one's own, as long as one can rationally use everything around him, one can easily achieve the goal with only a few low-level spells.

Dumbledore gave a textbook-level perfect demonstration in just a few seconds.

Moreover, the continuous effect of the daylight spell also made the dark elves unable to identify the direction and the surrounding environment for a long time, and could only bump around like a headless fly.

At the same time, it also allowed the defenders of Neverwinter Castle to clearly see the positions of these enemies and turn more powerful artillery to bombard them.

In just a few minutes, this group of drow elites who had gathered specifically to launch a surprise attack suffered heavy casualties in the face of the powerful explosion.

After the Balor Fire Demon released the advanced dispelling magic to destroy the effect of the daylight spell, the mistress saw that her most outstanding son had been reduced to dozens of pieces, with only the head above the neck still barely recognizable.

She was extremely angry and immediately roared: "Go in! Kill all the lowly surface humans inside without leaving a single one behind. I want to hear their screams and howls!"

"As you wish, Mistress."

A mage immediately lowered his head in response, then hid behind a building and began to cast spells.

In an instant, a teleportation channel opened directly to the fort above the castle.

After being strengthened by the priest's magic, the soldiers filed in without saying a word, and suddenly appeared behind the musketeers, crossbowmen and gunners at lightning speed.

The casualties caused by the previous long-range strikes made these evil and cruel guys become even more violent than usual. Ordinary soldiers were no match at all, and they were soon bloody massacres.

More than seventy people who were stationed above the castle and in the arrow tower all died before they could hold on for ten minutes.

Of course, this is also due to the enchantment.

After all, their advanced teleportation and control magic are really suitable for this.

In contrast, the Balor Fire Demon and the Six-Armed Snake Demon did not hesitate to launch a fierce attack on the main entrance of the castle.

First, a series of fire storms burned and melted the door, and then the six-armed snake demon put a [Blade Barrier] on himself and rushed in to kill.

The guards of Neverwinter, who knew nothing of the real plan, even had time to realize what was happening before their bodies were torn apart by the sharp blades surrounding the demon's body.

Even the "Nine Winter Guards" originally established to protect Lord Nasir were constantly injured and even sacrificed in the fierce battles.

"No, we can't hold on any longer. Let's go to the dungeon below the castle!"

After barely repelling the six-armed snake demon, a member of the Neverwinter Nine finally lost the will to continue resisting and gave the order to retreat.

Upon hearing these words, the defenders, whose morale had already collapsed, immediately abandoned the bodies of their companions and turned around and got into the passage.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to press the switch to let the huge iron gate fall to seal the way into the deeper part of the castle.

When the resistance in the entrance hall completely disappeared, a portal suddenly opened.

I saw Deszel, wearing a robe with scales like a lizard, walking out of it, holding high a long staff with something like some kind of silver charm inlaid on the top.

Anyone who has read the scrolls of Netheril can immediately tell that this spell uses the magic words presented by the former. It is also the first rune system in Faerûn, derived from the exploration of primitive energy and magic. Observation and summary of network phenomena.

"Why did you come so fast? We haven't completely occupied this castle yet." The matron asked, waving a snake-head whip stained with blood.

Deszell replied with a smile: "It does not need to be completely occupied. It is enough to achieve the current level."

"You mean...the seal is in this hall?"

The mistress was obviously taken aback and began to look around vigilantly.

Because the detection magic has been used, but nothing suspicious was found.

And if there is a secret door or passage, those high-level demons should be able to discover it.

"hall?

Ha ha ha ha!

No, my dear mistress.

To be precise, the entire Neverwinter Castle is located on the ancient seal.

So it’s time to welcome back the oldest civilization in Faerûn and the original owner of this land. "

With the last word blurted out, Deszel raised the long staff in his hand high.

moment!

The talisman emitted bright and dazzling light, illuminating the entire surroundings of Neverwinter Castle as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, there was a violent surge in the magic network, and at the same time, the ground began to tremble and shake. A large amount of dust and debris fell from the ceiling above the head, and the chandelier kept shaking as if it would fall down in the next second.

But after just a few seconds, the violent shaking stopped.

Instead, a tunnel leading deep underground appeared in the center of the hall.

It is like a deep well that goes straight up and down, with a spiral staircase on the former wall.

The bottom is too deep and you can't see what the bottom looks like.

Just when a dark elf mage poked his head out and looked down curiously, a huge beholder suddenly flew out, opened its bloody mouth and bit his neck directly. Blood spurted out from the broken artery, and then nothing happened. The head's body fell straight down.

Almost at the same time, the beholder's magic rays began to fire wildly, disintegrating the two drow warriors into green powder on the spot. Others were injured by negative energy and lay on the ground vomiting blood.

This sudden change not only confused the mistress, but also Deszell was dumbfounded and had no idea what was going on.

Could it be that there was something wrong with my operation and I accidentally opened a passage to the beholder's lair?

Or is this beholder just blocking the door to the seal?

Just when a Balor Fire Demon rushed up to kill the beholder, more beholder demons of different sizes suddenly appeared one after another from the bottom of the bottomless tunnel.

Like the first one, they didn't communicate at all, appearing like crazy and immediately attacking.

Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with dazzling magic rays shining.

Several priestesses and male mages tried to cast spells, but they were immediately enveloped by the anti-magic force field released by the beholder's main eye. As a result, they were unable to cast even a zero-ring trick and were directly bitten to death by the beholder's fangs. .

"Asshole! What the hell have you done? This is different from what we said before!"

The mistress hid behind a magic shield and breathed fragrance at Deszel, and all kinds of vicious curses and swear words that only dark elves could understand came out in a wild and random manner.

Don't be fooled by the beautiful, noble, and elegant appearance of the high-ranking priestesses of Lolth.

In fact, they are very wild and fierce at heart, and they will kill a slave to vent their emotions if they don't get their way.

What's more, in just a few minutes, the number of beholders in the hall exceeded sixty.

Although there are many low-level Gauss Beholders, there are simply too many to handle.

Even the enchanted demons and six-armed snake demons were killed several times. On the contrary, those strange creatures mixed with Eldrazi blood were able to fight back and forth with their own abilities.

After all, maybe the power of a single ray is nothing to a high-level demon, but the number is simply too much to handle.

Deszel hid behind a stone pillar and responded angrily: "Do you think I am willing to encounter such an accident? In fact, I followed Magrim's notes exactly. Even if he is wrong, it is his fault. 's fault."

"Are you still thinking about shirking responsibility at this time? Think of a way quickly! If this continues, we will definitely be killed by these beholders first."

As the mistress spoke, she used magic and released an anti-magic force field to resist the intensive magic rays.

She and Deszel had no idea that every move they made was actually under Taylor's watchful eye.

Looking at the bottomless passage presented in the crystal ball, the accomplished general immediately asked: "Do you think this is the sealed place of the creator race?"

"Sorry, I don't know."

Erin Zhende shook his head slightly.

Because these are all history and legends from ancient times, there is no way to verify them.

Even the elves who claim to know the most about Faerûn's history basically don't know anything about it.

"In that case, let's send a signal to Ms. Aribes to stop playing and come back to take care of business."

General Taylor made a prompt decision.

Not only that!

He also activated a message to the lich of the Arcane Order by touching the magic ring he wore on his finger.

You must know that these ancient creatures are the "experimental materials" that the other party wants by name. They must be captured alive as much as possible and brought back to the experimental table for dissection and study.

…

On the other side, after receiving the signal to return to Neverwinter, Irebes, who was dueling with Thrall, immediately raised her foot and kicked her opponent in the stomach, causing him to fly backwards uncontrollably seven or eight meters away. , followed by the unfinished praise: "You are very good, which makes me quite satisfied. That's the end of today's game, I have more important things to deal with."

"Wait! You actually knew we were bait from the beginning, right?"

Thrall picked up the Doomhammer and asked loudly.

Aribes pursed her lips and smiled and replied: "Ah, yes, isn't this obvious?

With just the ragtag group of people behind you, how can it be possible to defeat the area around Neverwinter that is defended by the imperial army.

Deszell has asked you to die from the very beginning.

If it hadn't been for your accident, tens of thousands of monsters could have been easily driven away with just two gunboats and the Dragon Knight Legion above. "

"What about the purpose? What is Deszell's purpose?"

Sal clearly wanted to know the truth behind the whole thing.

Only in this way can he convince the rest of the orcs to stay away from this war, instead of being stupidly thrown to death on the battlefield as cannon fodder.

"Haha, you are really interesting. Because few other orcs have such independent thinking and rationality, and they don't care about reasons and reasons. They only want to rob, kill, and vent their animal desires without restraining them."

Aribes had a playful smile on her face, obviously aware of the other person's unique temperament.

"Please don't evade the question, ma'am. I don't want to be your enemy, nor do I intend to plunder any town. I just want an answer."

Thrall once again emphasized his position.

Due to his childhood education, he understood that plundering and killing alone could not truly allow a race to rise and become part of the civilized world.

This can be gleaned from the results of the two Orc Wars.

The Orcs, who did not have any logistics base at all and could only rely on robbing to obtain supplies, had no room for error during the war. Just one fatal failure was enough to destroy all the advantages accumulated previously.

But what about the alliance?

With a stable rear area and a steady supply of food and weapons and equipment, even if the Kingdom of Stormwind is defeated, the capital is occupied and massacred, and even if the battle line advances into the Alterac Valley, King Terenas can still Calmly deploy your troops and generals to regain everything you lost before.

So Thrall has always been very clear that if you want to change the orcs in this world, you must first change their living habits, let them learn to plant, herd and raise livestock, and dig and build their own tools and weapons.

Therefore, he had no interest in this robbery. He just wanted to accumulate enough prestige and reputation and then leave.

Staring into the other party's clear eyes, Aribes responded with a half-smile: "Deszel's purpose has been only one from beginning to end, and that is to open the seal and release the civilization that was established on this land tens of thousands of years ago. The creator race.”

"A race of creators?"

This was obviously the first time Sal had heard the word.

But it’s no wonder.

The first group he came into contact with after his reincarnation was the orcs, and the orcs were notoriously low-intelligence and did not like to learn.

Not to mention something as profound and complicated as history, even the conditions of cities and towns in the surrounding areas may not be fully understood.

"Sorry, I can only tell you so much due to limited time.

The rest you can only rely on yourself to read and understand.

One final reminder, if you don’t want to die, leave the Northland and hide as far away as possible.

Because it won't be long before the great Dark Lord eradicates all threats from this land.

And the orcs happen to be the number one race on the extinct list. "

After saying these words, Aribes activated the teleportation spell in the magic storage ring and disappeared instantly.

With her departure, this wonderful one-on-one duel finally came to an end.

A large area outside the walls of Port Leicester has been completely destroyed by explosions and other effects caused by the collision of magic and energy.

Some places turned into semi-permanent small volcanoes and lava pools, while other places turned into life-devouring mud swamps, and even small-scale thunder and lightning storms formed in the sky above.

As a responsible person, Thrall used the power of the elements to restore everything to normal, and then returned to Obould Arrows with the hammer.

Seeing the champion warrior of his tribe returning in triumph, the latter immediately gave him a bear hug excitedly and shouted in an excited tone: "Well done! I can't believe you actually defeated that terrible woman!" Now we can finally rush into the town and loot as much as we want."

"No, Chief, you seem to have misunderstood something. I did not win the victory, just a truce. I can guarantee that if anyone dares to approach the wall, those dragon knights and gunboats will attack again."

Thrall issued a serious warning.

"What? What do you mean, so many of us have died, and now we can only run away in despair?"

Another orc chief shouted loudly, obviously very dissatisfied with the result.

Not only him, but other races such as gnolls, ogres, trolls, giants, etc. also started shouting non-stop.

Faced with this situation, Thrall had obviously expected it. He directly swung the Doomhammer and smashed the first orc chief who took the lead in booing from 2 meters to less than 1.2 meters. His whole neck and chest were deeply dented. , blood, internal organs and broken bones scattered everywhere.

Such a bloody scene immediately turned the chaotic scene a moment ago into silence.

The monsters were all looking at this young orc warrior with fearful eyes, who would kill someone at the slightest disagreement.

Thrall wiped the brain stained on the hammer on the corpse and said in a very calm tone: "If anyone is unwilling, you can try it.

But let me declare in advance that I will not take action this time.

If those dragon knights swoop down again, it has nothing to do with me how many of you die.

Chief, if you don’t want yourself and your entire tribe to die here, you’d better turn around and leave the Northland immediately. "

"Why... why? Attacking the North is God's will."

Obould Arrows asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because God treats us as cannon fodder and lets us die continuously."

There was no trace of respect for the orc gods in Thrall's tone.

Because these guys are his biggest enemies.

"Blasphemy! How can you evaluate the great orc gods with such an attitude!" A priest stood up and loudly accused.

Unfortunately, before he could call on other orcs to kill this disrespectful man, Thrall picked up the hammer and did exactly the same thing as before.

The priest's upper body was beaten and he fell to the ground on his back.

Sal wiped the plasma on his face like a normal person and continued to ask: "Is there anyone else who objects?"

moment!

All the orcs present fell silent, even the priests who served Gruumsh.

After all, they may be stupid and stupid, but they are definitely not fools. One can feel the murderous look in the eyes of this young orc warrior.

Now whoever dares to stand up and oppose will end up with one word - death.

If Thrall had used such a method from the beginning, he might be able to kill them all with his powerful power, but it would be absolutely impossible to subdue them.

But now, after he completed a series of feats such as slaying the dragon and dueling with Aribes, he seemed to have gained great prestige and fame.

Therefore, killing people to establish authority at this time will only make ordinary orcs think that this is a powerful, cold, and cruel leader, and he is also a person worth following.

After a brief silence, more than five thousand orcs all chose to retreat, returned to the rear to join the women and children of the tribe, and embarked on a journey to find a new home.

As for the other monsters who did not believe in evil, they swarmed up and tried to rush into the town to grab a piece.

But what awaited them was the Dragon Knight attacking again and the roar of the gunship in the air.

You don't need to ask to know that Thrall's tricks were not imagined out of thin air.

Instead, after becoming the warchief, he cleaned up the remnants of the Shadow Council in various orc clans, as well as the experience gained by those warlocks who were addicted to the power of evil through constant trial and practice.

Just as the orcs were marching toward the east, Neverwinter Castle was completely in chaos.

The destructive power produced by the gathering of hundreds of beholders is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two, but a geometric increase in combat effectiveness.

Anyone who looks at the dense magic rays will feel their scalp numb.

As the one who opened the seal, Deszel could no longer care about anything else and ran out of the castle.

Along with him were the Dark Elf Matron and a small number of elites.

Just when they were about to rush into the dark alley and hide for more, a figure wearing black armor slowly walked out from inside. It was Irebes who had just been teleported back.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Deszell clearly knew that the other party would not let him go, so he directly raised his hand to summon a huge humanoid construct.

The densely packed runes and lines that sparkled with magical light made it clear at a glance that it was a very powerful high-end product, not an ordinary steel golem.

"What a coincidence, isn't it?"

Aribes pursed her lips in a mocking manner, like a cat playing with a mouse.

She would never forget that the guy in front of her sent the message, causing her to be ambushed on the way back and almost lost her life.

If Zuo Si hadn't appeared in time, God knows how miserable the final result would have been.

What's more, after being corrupted and corrupted by Shar's dark power, Erebeth's obsession with revenge and revenge almost surpassed everything else.

"Be careful! This woman has become more dangerous than before."

Deszel lowered his voice to warn the drow matron beside him.

"Go! Kill her!"

Realizing that the visitor was evil, the mistress immediately gave an attack order to the dark elf warriors around her.

To be precise, it was to let him use his own life to test out his opponent's moves and trump cards that needed attention.

The drow warrior did not dare to go against the will of his mistress, and directly raised his hand to release the innate racial talent-darkness, completely surrounding Aribes in a layer of darkness that could not be seen, and then he rushed Going in, I wanted to gain some advantages for myself through listening to sounds and blind fighting skills.

Unfortunately, this method may be useful against surface races that are generally not adapted to dark environments, but it will not have much impact on Aribes, who is also proficient in blind fighting.

As a result, only a jingling sound was heard in the darkness, and an arm of the drow warrior quickly flew out.

This is followed by the second and lower leg below the knee.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds. The drow warrior, who had been chopped into a human stick, was thrown to the ground outside the darkness. There were obvious black scorch marks on the wound.

This scene suddenly made the mistress' pupils dilate.

Just when she was about to ask what happened to her subordinates who kept wailing, Irebeth suddenly rushed out of the darkness, raised her two-handed giant sword burning with the flames of hell, and struck with power.

In panic, the mistress could only raise the snake-headed whip to parry and block, but in the end, the whip and the person were cut in two directly from the middle.

Countless brains, plasma, and internal organs flowed out at once, and the scene was extremely bloody.