Soon, groups of Mala believers encountered heavy rain again, and the mud that kept shaking in the rain, but the mud was strangely located in the middle of a small open space corridor in the woods.

Unfortunately, the width of this muddy area is not too long, so these Mala believers can jump directly over it from the tree.

That’s what they thought, and that’s what they did.

A considerable number of Malar believers quickly climbed up the tall trees, then jumped up from the treetops and stretched out their hands towards the long branches not far away.

The jumping posture is very standard, the body is stretched, and the distance estimation is also correct.

There was only one problem: when their hands touched the branches, they passed right through the treetops.

Then, these Malar believers fell straight into the mud below.

However, when they really touch the mud, they will find that it is far more than mud, it is a real swamp.

They fell from a height, and almost instantly half of their bodies sank into the swamp. A moment of hesitation, or a subconscious struggle, and the swamp would swallow their legs whole.

And once someone started trying to cast a spell to escape from the quagmire, an arrow would whiz out from the forest and pierce their head.

Then, one corpse after another sank into the swamp, and even the gushing blood disappeared in the heavy rain.

Still invisible, Drizzt Do'Urden touched his neck awkwardly.

Fortunately, he didn't jump along.

Mixing phantoms into the real forest... these arrangements are too insidious.

One archer can easily monitor a distance of nearly half a kilometer!

Moreover, Drizzt glanced back with a frown.

He realized a strange phenomenon: these Mala believers did not act collectively, but were extremely scattered.

...But for some reason, a considerable number of Mala believers, after wandering around in the forest, generally gathered in such a small corridor.

He glanced back at the dense jungle behind him.

He had originally planned to continue being an observer here. He had been cooperating quite happily with these silent shadow spirits a few days ago... But now, it seemed that the shadow spirits' tactics had been upgraded again!

Sixteen Embraces: The Unity of Faith and Fire (Part 4)

As time went by, Trist witnessed with his own eyes the growth of the Malar followers.

From ordinary humans to various beastmen, their animal companions also upgraded from ordinary wild wolves to various strange carnivorous creatures.

Warg, Owlbear, Winter Wolf, Vampire Wolf, Displacer, Griffin, Werewolf, Basilisk, Cockatrice, Chimaera...

All Trist could say was that he was also truly eye-opening.

At the same time, his position became increasingly dangerous—his safety could no longer be guaranteed by invisibility alone.

At first, Malar followers were afraid to light torches at night, and had to stop their activities at night. But as more Malar followers came, their monster companions became more and more bizarre, and more and more combinations including dark vision were available.

The good news, however, is that even with this, the drow's thermal vision in darkness is still unmatched in Faerûn. Even better, the shadow elves on the other side of the swamp have grown up in a lightless world and are equally adept at night combat. Therefore, the change in weather isn't a significant problem for them.

The only problem is that the Malar followers' attacks are irregular, but it is impossible for the Shadow Spirit to completely avoid rest.

There are a few priests among the Shadow Spirits, but Drizzt doesn't know what gods they believe in. However, even though priests can help restore physical strength, there is a limit to the number of divine spells they can use.

According to Drizzt's observations, the Shadow Spirits weren't particularly well-mannered, at least definitely not enough to support three shifts. Therefore, the Shadow Spirits' defenses would weaken over time, while the Malar followers' power would grow stronger.

This unbreakable defense will inevitably gradually reach a critical point.

Trist decided to take action - he must delay the moment when the defense line collapsed as much as possible.

He was actually quite suited to the job.

He only needed to grasp the hilt of Nightfire, and this magical sword given by the King of Halruaa would reveal the location and race of all nearby enemies. Drizzt had previously escaped the pursuit of the Baenre family entirely due to Nightfire's reconnaissance.

Now, he only needs to make some small movements towards the pointed target.

As the sky gradually darkened, four balls of light would quietly emerge from the head of every lone Mala believer, forming a bright arrow pointing to the enemy below.

Naturally, no Malar follower would fail to notice this unusually striking symbol. However, when they subconsciously raised their heads and exposed their throats, a silver light would suddenly burst through the air from the other side of the swamp, quickly and efficiently helping the unfortunate person to breathe.

However, Trist gradually couldn't stay here any longer.

——The body began to decay.

Too many bodies fell into the wet swamp. Although it was winter, the forest defenders had obviously adjusted the temperature to maintain the existence of the swamp.

Although there are not many mosquitoes and flies now, the stench of corruption has begun to spread around.

At this moment, Emya's voice entered Drizzt's mind: "Mr. Drizzt, prepare to retreat. We estimate that the Malar followers should be seriously injured. Those little tricks will not be effective against the elite troops behind."

The drow ranger breathed a sigh of relief.

During this time, he barely dared to relax for a moment as he walked through the forest. Even though he was a warrior of Mielikki, it was impossible for him to be completely free of physical exhaustion.

He still has enough strength to fight, which is more than enough for evacuation.

Then, as usual, Drizzt turned around to check behind him, his expression becoming serious. "Your Majesty Emya, I'm afraid the opposite is true—not only can I not leave, but I'm in urgent need of help."

At the same time, the howling of wolves gradually sounded from the other side of the forest.

At this point, ordinary wild wolves are no longer able to and are not qualified to be sent into the battlefield.

Even the monsters that come to this forest cannot be classified as wild beasts.

Drizzt jumped down from the treetop lightly.

Over the past few days, the shadow spirits have been practicing with moving targets for several days and nights in a row - it's time for him to practice.

The temperature in the forest seemed to drop several degrees silently.

In the darkness, streams of white water were spewing out white frost, running and leaping in the forest.

Coming towards us was a pack of winter wolves rushing and howling.

Drizzt exhaled, and gently unsheathed his new weapons, Iron Slash and Nightfire.

It was amazing—he could now even rely on the constant feedback from Nightfire on the distance between himself and the enemy to constantly revise his estimate of the winter wolf's running speed.

By chance, two winter wolves happened to pass by Drizzt.

The dark elf ranger's body began to spin.

The two magical weapons danced like the wind in the dark forest, as if they were the shadow of the moon wandering in the forest.

The fur of the winter wolf is said to be thick, tough and warm, making it the material for expensive and practical fur, and also the capital for monsters like the winter wolf to gain a foothold in the world.

But in front of the Shadow Blade, it showed a strange...fragility.

The shadow blade pierced the flesh of the winter wolf, and the thick fur stretched tight by the flesh almost instantly bounced back to the surroundings, allowing the shadow blade to cut through the winter wolf's back.

And when Drizzt saw the two sharp blades easily piercing into the backs of the winter wolves, splitting the fur, muscles, blood and bones of the two monsters in two, and pushing them out of the narrow wounds with ease, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The severed spinal cord flew to the ground in the forest along with the iron blade, and the remaining gas in the body of the winter wolf, which had just been so aggressive, turned into two meaningless wails.

"two."

The wolves that had been howling through the forests on both sides of Drizzt suddenly stopped and their forward charge slowed down unconsciously.

The figure of the dark elf emerged in the dark forest, and the blood and spinal cord of the winter wolf were dripping from the blade.

Winter wolves, being highly intelligent and even capable of speech, naturally would not tolerate such brazen provocation. The winter wolf formation, originally deployed forward, immediately reversed course, weaving a thick circle around Drizzt, while the whistles of the Malar followers began to rise and fall.

Drizzt naturally had no interest in being frozen into a popsicle by the winter wolf's breath.

The Winter Wolf Army, I'm afraid it's the Blood Wolf Family's hunting masters who have finally made their appearance.

Good news—Shadow Blade Nightfire faithfully pointed out the only werewolf among the countless winter wolves to Drizzt.

The ranger crouched down and began to run forward at full speed, and soon found the trainer who was hiding behind a tree trunk.

The animal trainer was clearly aware of the approach of death, but he did not dare to leave the towering tree that provided him with protection.

He was very much doubtful that the moment he took a step to escape, he would be torn to pieces by those terrifying swords.

He could only call on the wolves and ask his family's animal companions to stop the terrible killer.

However, the cost of this obstruction seemed to be much greater than he had imagined.

The winter wolves didn't realize the difference in strength between them at first, and almost subconsciously pounced on Drizzt. However, before the fishy wind from their mouths could reach the ranger, the two black weapons moved.

Even Apodel Adrian had to praise the sharpness of Trist's sword.

Beheaded, cut in half, split in two. The head was separated from the body, the left half was missing the right half, the upper body was missing the abdomen, and the scattered bodies of the winter wolf almost instantly filled the entire forest.

The sharp black sword cut through the winter wolf's flesh and bones, just like tearing white paper!

The ranger's figure spun among the enemy group like a whirlwind. Almost in one encounter, all the winter wolves beside him were torn into pieces.

When a martial arts master possesses a magical weapon that can cut through iron like mud, the battlefield where he is will become the bloodiest mill.

The chilling sound of flesh being torn apart not only destroyed the morale of the winter wolves, but also woke up the Malar believers behind the tree.

Mala advocates hunting by relying on the strong to bully the weak, and never encourages them to face challenges and die in vain in front of enemies that they cannot resist at all.

"Breath! Breath!" He didn't dare to reveal his body and could only scream, "Don't get close to him!!!"

The winter wolves, who were originally at a loss as to what to do due to fear, hesitated for a moment, quickly retreated, and then opened their mouths.

Then, surrounded by the winter wolves and in full view of everyone, the ranger crossed his swords and suddenly disappeared.

“…He disappeared!?”

"He's invisible!"

"Can you smell it?"

"There's blood everywhere, how am I supposed to smell it?!"

The winter wolves' breath intertwined in the air, then dripped onto the ground, turning the thick winter wolf blood into crystals - it was obvious that all their attacks had failed.

Then, at this moment, the ranger's voice suddenly sounded behind the Blood Wolf Family Priest: "Let me tell you a secret."

puff.

The priest was clearly leaning against a giant tree that was so large that it took several people to hug it. Even if he were attacked, it would be difficult to hit his vital parts directly.

Then, a dark sword pierced through the thick tree, penetrated the hide on the priest's back from behind, and opened a terrible gash in his heart.

At this moment, Trist's right hand was deeply embedded in the trees.

Trist just shook his hands in the tree trunk, completely crushing the priest's chest, and then with a light shake, he pulled the weapon out of the trunk with ease.

In fact, from the beginning to now, all participants in this offensive have not entered the Sharp Tooth Forest.

The only real thing is the swamp, and the so-called forest outside the forest is just one of the illusions created by Haverfont - and because of this, she can readjust the layout of the forest with extraordinary ease.

Mirage, as an illusion, especially after being assisted by Havelfont using shadow sand, can truly mix reality and illusion.

However, this illusion still has a fatal flaw: if it comes into direct contact with a living creature, it may still be forcibly destroyed by the creature's magic resistance.

At the same time, Haverfont also has the ability to fine-tune reality and illusion: those Malar followers who inexplicably fell from the branches into the swamp died here.

And Drizzt just used the drow's magic resistance to crush the existence of the tree itself.

However, having just killed the commander of this pack of winter wolves, Drizzt did not breathe a sigh of relief.

Because he had already seen that a target he didn't want to see had also entered the forest and appeared at the end of his sight.

Apparently, the target also saw Drizzt.

That target is so conspicuous.

The world meticulously designed by Haverfont was being easily suppressed by the visitor's dominant eye. Wherever its gaze reached, the dense forest that obscured the sun and sky vanished without warning, even the black sand floating in the air fluttered to the ground. However, the moment its gaze shifted, the forest reappeared in its original place.

The Eye of the Elder, "The Many-Armed One".

The most remarkable feature of this creature is that each of its eyes can release terrifying magic. Its largest main eye can even release an anti-magic field, the natural enemy of all magic.

At the same time, its appearance also means another fact: the most elite group of Mala believers have finally stepped onto the battlefield.

The beholder sighed, "—I was so badly deceived. I actually thought you were a deserter from House Baenre."

Drizzt said calmly, "House Baenre did indeed want to kill me, and I was indeed a traitor to Menzoberranzan. However, my so-called 'treason' didn't happen just a few days ago, but a hundred years ago."

"I'm sorry, but I still don't recognize you," the beholder said. "Are you Drizzt Do'Urden? Or perhaps a follower of Eilistraee?"

"You can guess," Drizzt replied.

With a slight shake of his hands, the blade, covered in blood, suddenly fell to the ground.

The ranger and his two swords disappeared into the darkness again.

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