Equipment Printing School Mage
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Seventeen Bloody Battles
A mage or a beholder, who has stronger firepower?
Honestly, this wasn't a problem at all. It took a mage quite some time to painstakingly cast a spell, and during that time, the beholder's dozen or so eye stalks had already unleashed a torrent of rays that obscured the sky.
Some beholders even claim that many arcane spells were inspired or even plagiarized from beholders, and these plagiarisms are so poor that it takes a lot of effort for a wizard to imitate even one of them.
Considering that the disintegration rays among the Eye Demon's rays are almost perfectly aligned with the mage's arcane spells, this statement may not be groundless.
This also illustrates a problem: perhaps the diversity of the Eye Demon's rays is far less than that of the Mage, but this has nothing to do with the unlucky guy standing in front of the Eye Demon.
And now, Trist was the unlucky one.
To make matters worse, the Many-Armed One clearly has no intention of defeating Drizzt alone.
The eye demon opened its main eye again, and at the same time, it actually flew lightly in the forest.
The main eye swept over, and a wide cone nearly a hundred meters long began to swirl in the forest. Wherever it passed, even the densest jungle would be instantly revealed by Trist who had just entered invisibility - even the most important treasure of this ranger, the Ring of Acceleration, was completely disabled by the invisible and tangible anti-magic cone.
To compensate for this, the beholder's eyestalks danced in the air—countless rays bombarded the area at the edge of the anti-magic cone:
Charm, paralysis, fear, slowness, weakness, dissociation, telekinesis, hypnosis, petrification, death.
Most of the Eye Demon's rays are fatal to Trist at this moment!
However, even though the Eye Demon could not see, it could still barely observe the direction in which the wolves were moving and adjust its own direction accordingly.
The only good news was that the breath of the winter wolves was ineffective in the magic cone, and the eye demon's rays could not affect Drizzt who was inside the anti-magic cone.
The Anti-Magic Field is a double-edged sword that makes people love it but also hate it. Even the Beholder itself is not immune to it.
Just as the "Multi-Armed Man" began to attack, the whistle that had just stopped sounded again.
Of course, there is more than one tamer in the Blood Wolf family.
However, this does not mean that Drizzt is safe——
Winter wolves and wild wolves were completely different species. If his divine weapon lost its power, he would inevitably be trapped in a difficult battle under the siege of the wolves. It would be difficult to quickly kill an enemy of the winter wolf's level with just ordinary weapons.
Drizzt quickly figured out a strategy.
He had to, and had to, immediately charge towards the Eye Demon.
All his current predicaments stemmed from the Multi-Armed One, and the only way to break through was with this powerful Elder Eye.
According to his observation, the relationship between this Elder Eye and the Blood Wolf Clan was definitely not close. However, at this moment, the two sides were cooperating quite closely—this was probably some kind of compromise under pressure from external enemies.
In this situation, his only choice was to force one of the parties to withdraw from the battlefield and break this unspoken tacit understanding and balance!
The Elder Eye had clearly realized this and was constantly increasing its altitude. The actual terrain they were currently on was a vast plain. As long as the Beholder quickly ascended into the sky and spread its anti-magic cone, Drizzt would be invincible unless he could leap dozens of meters with his own flesh and blood.
And this is not a very difficult task.
There was already a distance of dozens of meters between Drizzt and the Beholder. By the time Drizzt rushed in front of the Beholder, the Beholder had already taken off into the air!
Drizzt was trying desperately to leap through the phantom forest, trying to find a path... so that he could at least throw his fangs and force the beholder to close the anti-magic field.
As long as he gets the support of Shadow Spirit again, everything can still be saved.
However, having to try to circumvent the anti-magic field meant he couldn't take the shortest route.
The dense jungle appeared and disappeared in front of Drizzt, causing him to climb and fall in the forest.
And wolves' adaptation to this terrain would only be better than that of creatures that walk upright.
The wolf pack that was originally left behind by Drizzt was getting closer and closer to him, and the body odor of the winter wolves began to get closer and closer along with their roars.
At the same time, a small group of new wolves joined the battlefield.
They were completely black, without a single stray hair. Compared to winter wolves, they were unusually silent. Their bright orange eyes gleamed faintly in the dark forest.
Their most distinctive feature is their unusually long fangs—they are vampire wolves.
Driven by the Blood Wolf family's trainer, these monsters almost rushed towards Trist head-on, and at the same time locked onto his position without hesitation and pounced on him.
To make matters worse, two packs of wolves were heading towards each other, helping the Many-Armed One easily determine Drizzt's true location.
The anti-magic field silently spread over Drizzt's body, revealing his position. At the same time, the vampire wolves howled and barked wildly.
Vampire wolves are slightly different from winter wolves. They do have advanced intelligence, but this intelligence is almost always used in combat.
Although the vampire wolves had long canine teeth, they had no interest in Trist's neck. They aimed at his legs without any hesitation.
—Not to cause harm, just to make him lose his balance and fall to the ground.
“…Damn it!”
With no other choice, Drizzt had no choice but to draw his swords and try to kill as many of the vampire wolves that had already pounced on him as possible before he was enveloped by the anti-magic field.
The familiar scene was repeated—the shadow blade tore through the flesh of the vampire wolf, causing horrific damage to it.
However, these creatures, which were more like hounds than monsters, did not care about their own injuries and bit Trist's legs tightly, their long canine teeth crunching on his mithril chain mail.
A vampire wolf lunged forward, dragging Drizzt's leg backward, while its companions worked together to bite the other leg, dragging it forward and bending it.
Trist was not known for his strength, and it was impossible for him to wrestle with so many monsters at the same time, which also meant that he had officially lost his mobility.
The most desperate thing is that the anti-magic field has finally arrived.
The shadow blade that was originally tearing the body of the vampire wolf apart was suddenly stopped. The flesh and blood that had been defenseless just now seemed to become extremely tough in an instant, so that Trist could not move it even a little bit no matter what.
At the same time, the power of his mithril chainmail also collapsed significantly. Almost at the moment of being suppressed by the anti-magic field, the vampire wolf's fangs successfully pierced the mithril chainmail. After a slight sting, the blood in the ranger's legs began to slowly flow into the vampire wolf's body.
Meanwhile, the winter wolf finally caught up.
This ranger, who was once famous throughout Faerun, could hardly avoid the fate of dying in the Sea of Wolves.
However, at this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the rain clouds above the swamp. This bright light almost ignited the dark sky... and also outlined the location of the Beholder.
Then, more than a dozen bolts of lightning suddenly burst out from the clouds, and the dark blue broken line connected the rain cloud and the Eye Demon together with a deafening roar.
“——BOOM!!!!!!”
The "Long-Armed One" also let out a scream of shock and anger in mid-air: "Thunder Summoning Technique!"
When a druid circle acts collectively, it is one of the most feared joint attacks by the enemy.
It allows the druid to call upon the same thundercloud and summon thunder to launch extremely ferocious lightning strikes towards the same enemy under the thundercloud!
It represents the druid's attitude: the druid may not be able to repel all enemies, and may not even be able to protect the sacred forest...
But at least there is a solution for you.
The Eye Demon's vitality might be strong enough to allow it to survive this lightning strike, but the strong smell of burning and the burning pain also warned the Eye Demon that it would definitely not survive a second round of lightning strikes.
At this point, the "Many-Armed Man" no longer has time to worry about hunting down Trist.
It turned around in mid-air with difficulty and aimed the anti-magic field towards the thundercloud - this way, the thunder could not hurt it!
As for what to do with Drizzt...
The ranger has been surrounded by wolves, and there is nothing he can do even if he regains his ability to cast spells... At least that's what the "Many-Armed One" thinks.
However, the wolves didn't think so.
The shawl on Trist's body made a slight buzzing sound, and then a cloud of sulfur-smelling smoke suddenly burst out, and Trist's body disappeared in the smoke.
One of the Long-Armed One's eyestalks hovered slightly in the air.
It was wondering - why did a cloud of sulfur-smelling smoke suddenly come towards it?
Its answer was a sharp blade that was still as dim as night in the bright light of thunder.
"Thank you for the shawl, Your Majesty." As Trist whispered, the shadow double blades whizzed down.
The folds of the Elder's Eye, accumulated over the years, and the slender eye stalks all fell like rain after Zhan Tie flashed by.
"It's a pleasure to work with you. Goodbye."
Then, the Elder Eye's earth-shaking roar ignited the dark forest: "—Drizzt!!!!"
"…Drizzt?"
The Elder Eye's dying roar was so mournful and clear that even the participants in the battlefield and near the battlefield trembled slightly because of the roar.
At the same time, the Banrui family army, which had already approached the battlefield, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The leading Reverend Rose looked at her colleagues and held their breath involuntarily. There was a sudden realization in their eyes, and then there was ecstasy.
There are actually quite a few dark elves who try to escape from the Underdark and even from Rose's sight.
However, the vast majority of them met the same end: they died from hunting at the hands of the Church of Rose and other members of their tribe.
Among the countless corpses, there is only one target who is still safe and sound. That is Drizzt Do'Urden.
All of House Baenre's attempts to hunt him ultimately failed. The most devastating incident was a general attack on Drizzt's dwarven friends. That attack ended in a devastating defeat: House Baenre was defeated, and their matron was killed instantly by Drizzt's companion, Bruenor.
This was one of the greatest losses in the history of House Baenre. The deceased Matron was over two thousand years old at the time, a miracle among the relatively short-lived drow. The drow almost no longer mentioned her real name, Yvonnel, but simply called her Matron Baenre.
When she inherited the Baenre family, Baenre had not yet risen to prominence. And it was she who pushed the Baenre family to the position of the most powerful family in Menzoberranzan and even the drow, and it remained so for hundreds of years.
It can be said that she represents the rise of Banrui itself.
If the reason why Banrui declined ten thousand years ago is a huge mystery, then the death of the former mistress is an absolutely intolerable hatred.
Now, the main object of hatred was right in front of them, and it was very likely that he was the one who had single-handedly created the terrible situation of the Banrui family in the Malar Church.
At this point, there was no need for mobilization, as all the drow could instinctively sense the most critical relationship.
Capture Drizzt, or kill him!
This is an unprecedented feat, a remarkable achievement that would move even Rose!
The commander-in-chief of this operation, Kraqir Banrui, took a deep breath and suppressed his nervousness.
"Mr. Aesop Bloodwolf, did you hear that?" she said. "The most notorious drow is in the forest. Are all the previous misunderstandings now self-evident?"
"Ah, of course." Aesop took a deep breath, turned around and shouted, "It's time! Let the Tarrasque charge!!!"
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The tarrasque's call is very distinctive.
His body was strong but not bulky, his armor thick but not hindering his movements. And his cry was similarly loud but not shrill.
To be honest, it's like the waves when you're playing at the beach.
The sound of waves rolling and hitting the shore should be extremely loud, but when you really arrive at the beach, the noisy sound seems to become the background noise in your ears. As long as you don't listen carefully, it's as if it doesn't exist.
And that was the cry of the Tarrasque.
At first, Emilia just felt that the silent forest seemed to have more life for some reason, but then he realized that the forest was shaking with the roar of the tarrasque.
"...I see." Emiya finished the experiment and slowly stood up.
There was a significant difference between the time he was possessed by Igilok. The frost spirit's voice always revealed arrogance and ridicule. Tarrasque's emotions, on the other hand, were much purer.
Angry, and hungry.
[Havfont?] Emiya asked in the telepathic connection, [What's the situation on the front lines now?]
"Lord Drizzt has been of great assistance. With the Elder Eye dead, my illusions can now function normally," Halffont said. "In short—the previous attacks were successful. But my people are running low on energy. After we've relieved the renowned ranger, the druids must take over."
Having said that, Haverfont added: [—Lightning summoning alone is not enough.]
[Just retreat.] Emiya said.
"Then I'll just casually complain about one small thing." The Shadow Spirit Illusionist said, "Drow are disgusting."
[…Is there?]
"Their skin color is our hair color, and our hair color is their skin color," the shadow spirit complained. "It's fine at first glance, but once you get close... it really makes me uncomfortable."
[…I can’t understand.]
"I'm an illusionist," Haverfont said seriously. "I'm much more sensitive to color and perception!"
"Yes, yes, please retreat now—or do you intend to defeat Tarrasque before leaving?"
【no way.】
The Tarrasque's spiky shell can deflect projectiles, making it a natural enemy of the Shadow Spirits. The Tarrasque's entry into battle means that most Shadow Spirits must retreat.
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