Equipment Printing School Mage

"—Whoosh." Tarrasque swung his massive claws, stirring only the wind that stirred Shadow's hair. Unconvinced, he swung again, sending blades of grass flying and wood chips scattering. At this moment, Xingyong Shadow, perilously, leaped lightly to the side, her silver hair dancing, and let the claws whiz by her side unharmed.

This time, Tarrasque was really angry.

He leaned down, completely ignoring the fact that there seemed to be a second elf waiting for an opportunity to strike beside him.

The Tarrasque lowered its head, and the body of this huge and powerful monster almost completely bent down, with its legs bent, and endless power began to gather in its body.

It opened its bloody mouth, its teeth sharp enough to cut through metal and jade! The heaviest armor was nothing but resilient gummy bears before such a behemoth!

Even if you are just brushed against it, you are doomed to die or be crippled.

At this moment, Alestria had quietly ridden the Phantom Horse to Tarrasque's ankles.

Now, the Moon Blade that originally belonged to the Xingyong Family has been given to Youying.

In her hand was a leaf hammer recast by Emiya from Silver Moon Steel. The monkey's paw, representing the power of Tyche, had become the striking part of the new weapon.

Although Elastrid was a qualified priest, her physical strength could not be compared with Mars. However, the priest's divine arts were more inclined to strengthen themselves.

Elastrid was now surrounded by aura, and even if she only swung her hammer at the speed of a horse, it seemed to have the power to split mountains and split rocks - however, when this weapon hit the ankle that was almost as high as Elastrid herself, it seemed as if it had become a sharp weapon.

The layers of spiked shells on her ankles could not stop her. These equally sharp spikes scraped against the black silk armor on her body that seemed to have no protection, but could not even create a spark.

The time that Alestria chose to attack was when Tarrasque's body was tense to the extreme.

The tarrasque beast never expected that such power would be contained in that needle-like blow!

The sharp pain like a needle prick instantly ran through its muscles and throughout its thigh. It let out a deafening scream, and its huge body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground. The original attack instantly turned into a wild struggle in anger.

The Tarrasque's regenerative capacity is extremely high, making it nearly impossible to kill. However, due to its enormous size, its normal regenerative abilities are limited.

After achieving a hit, Elastrid naturally wanted to evade the subsequent impact as quickly as possible.

However, strangely enough, the tarrasque's completely random kicks, which had no rules at all, actually hit Elastrid right on target.

"...Goddess." Elastri flew away almost instantly, her body churning with emotions, but she could only grumble softly, "I'm used to it."

It is unlikely that she can complete such a large-scale battle alone without any trouble. She will definitely suffer some incredible and inexplicable injuries!

If she hadn't always encountered such seemingly unfortunate things, she wouldn't have been ostracized in her original church!

She adjusted her breathing and just as she tried to stand up, she found that the wind beside her was very strange.

It is winter now and the east wind is howling.

But, for some reason, the wind started to blow... upwards.

Elastrid looked up subconsciously.

A large amount of heavy objects are falling to the ground with sparks, like flowers scattered by fairies.

A few seconds later, a blurry, tiny shadow passed across the horizon.

Then, dozens of deafening explosions echoed around her almost simultaneously, and the gushing sound and mud swept over her head almost simultaneously. The explosions in the east were clearly mixed with the roar of the drow.

"...Huh?" Elastrid had seen and eaten it before, so she naturally knew what it was.

However, as far as she knew, shouldn't it be forbidden to drop these shells while moving because they are difficult to aim?

At the same time, a sparking metal ball also hit the Tarrasque. However, it seemed that due to some problem with its preservation, it did not explode immediately. Instead, it bounced off the shell and rose into the air again.

Tarrasque casually picked up the metal ball and looked at it curiously.

Then put it in his mouth.

crunch.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Friends who are often bombarded by artillery shells know that the power of artillery shell explosions is already terrifying, but what is more terrifying than being bombarded by artillery shells is that the artillery shells hit the inside of the structure and release all the energy in it into the body.

And now, a cannonball practically exploded within Tarrasque's body, sending a miserable wail emanating from it. Its original aura of devouring the world had been lost by 70% or 80%. The behemoth was instantly severely injured.

——Or rather, it's just a tarrasque. Even if it was a giant dragon, its head would have exploded by now!

Elaster and Shadow, who witnessed this scene, could not help but lower their eyes.

This kind of thing is why Elastrid always encounters various small troubles, but always comes back from various battles unscathed.

She experiences minor misfortunes, and her enemies experience major ones. Her enemies see lucky omens in seemingly insignificant places, while she experiences direct divine assistance in battle.

——Or, in other words, there is divine help.

However, when she cannot end the battle directly, a small victory means big trouble for her.

Elastrid would not miss the cries of the drow in the air—the drow were close at hand!

She had just gotten herself ready when a small group of drow teleported to her vicinity and immediately spotted her.

Naturally, the team that has the ability to teleport is because it is led by a mage.

The leader of this group was a male drow, dressed in elegant wizard robes, looking young and handsome. However, Baldur's Gate was not a common area for drow, so Alestria could not immediately identify him.

She had a pair of amber eyes like Emiya's - however, these eyes embedded in the drow made Elastrid extremely uncomfortable.

Being teleported near the enemy in this way was obviously beyond the male drow's expectation. His first reaction was to immediately keep some distance and let his subordinates protect him, but then he reacted.

Alestria's attire was unusual for a cleric—she wore a slim-fitting, dark robe instead of the usual heavy armor. The weapon in her hand shone with a beautiful, soothing moonlight, standing out against the darkness.

“…Alestria Star Song?!”

At this point, Alaster might not have been widely known on the side of good, but Zariel remembered the priest who had given her the staff, so the drow mage, who was Zariel's ally, recognized her immediately.

Elastrid also received the answer from Emya: [He is Gonff Baenre, the eldest son of the previous mistress, one of the oldest drow, and a great wizard comparable to Larloch! He is unbeatable, prepare to evacuate!]

...After good fortune comes even greater misfortune. Elastrid sighed quietly.

Twenty Chosen of Mythriel

The drow are one of the most terrifying enemies in the world - they hide in the Underdark, and it is difficult for outsiders to find the location of their homeland, which means it is difficult for you to take revenge.

Their lives were extremely difficult, and they were tortured to death by the goddess - which, in turn, proved that they were indeed highly regarded by the gods. If they wanted to plunder the drow who believed in the dark Silredrin, they would inevitably be retaliated by Lolth.

And can a lone priest fight against the drow army? At least, Gromph Baenre doesn't think Alestria has this ability.

Alaster Starsong wasn't completely unknown—after all, the Church of Luck in Baldur's Gate had only had this one elven priest. Not to mention, she had grown up in the church.

She became a priest very early, but despite her charming appearance and figure, and impeccable physical abilities, she was unable to handle interpersonal relationships within the church, and her promotion was ultimately slow. There were examples of human church members of her age who became bishops in other regions.

Outsiders may not know this information, but as long as you find those lucky priests who escaped from Baldur's Gate, you can get most of it out of them.

But now, she has too many secrets.

The dark elves naturally recognized the shadow of the Moon Blade—in fact, many Moon Elves who wielded it perished in the hands of drow. A Moon Blade also remained in Menzoberranzan—of course, if the drow dared to attempt to master this divine weapon, they would naturally be reduced to ashes.

How ridiculous! The fastest way to kill an enemy with a weapon is to get him to grab it.

But no matter what, the appearance of Shadow shows that Elastrid comes from a long-standing but declining moon elf family.

A young, beautiful and powerful female moon blade user.

This means that she is an excellent prey that the entire drow may not be able to capture in decades or even hundreds of years.

I heard that the Archdruid of the Sharptooth Forest is also considered young.

Gromph Baenre narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and said, "Sleeping poison."

"Sleeping poison?" Ban Rui's subordinates asked in a low voice.

In a situation like this, shouldn't a more potent poison be used?

Gromph Baenre shook his head and said meaningfully, "Menzoberranzan is far from peaceful right now."

The previous Matron had died at the hands of Drizzt's band a hundred years prior, and the position of Matron had been in turmoil ever since. Furthermore, the Spider Goddess had fallen into a years-long silence, during which Lolth's priests could not receive any divine spells. After several more years of strife, Quencel Baenre slew his sister, Drizzt Baenre, and became the new Matron.

Just three years later, the Scourge occurred.

Creatures in the Underdark have no sun, and their survival depends on the direct supply of magic. Therefore, this arcane disaster has severely damaged the development and survival of the drow. Nearly a hundred years have passed, and the drow have only just recovered their ability to move.

The damage was so severe that the priestesses of Lolth lost even the strength to kill each other. Quenther remained the matriarch for a hundred years. Sadly, however, her strength and wisdom were far inferior to her mother's. Furthermore, during these centuries, she was forced to rely on Gromph Baenre, whom she actually despised.

With each successive rise and fall, Gonff Banre's power within the family has actually begun to rival that of Quensel - although he cannot directly command Reverend Rose now, and they are unlikely to directly surrender to him anyway, his power is indeed growing.

To be honest, the reason why Gromph Baenre personally led his team here was actually to take advantage of the tarrasque monster - if the monster was knocked down, he could quietly take it away and sacrifice it to Rose, then the goddess would be more likely to turn a blind eye to his expansion.

But now, with Alestria Starsong right in front of her, the Tarrasque suddenly didn't seem so appealing anymore.

Does he have a chance of taking both at the same time?

Thinking of this, he repeated it in his team's telepathic connection: [——Of course it's the sleeping poison! Which is more important, the goddess's favor or your lives?]

This might be a theological question on the surface, but in Menzoberranzan, it's a matter of life and death.

Or both...

Or neither.

His subordinates immediately shut up and began to poison quietly.

And Gromph, the seemingly young drow, began to observe Elastrid's actions carefully.

She was preparing for a fight, but despite being outnumbered and weak against a strong opponent, she showed no fear.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Priest of the Church of Tymora, Priest of the Church of Lathander, Priest of the Church of Torm.

These three families are almost synonymous with reckless men among kind priests - they always have various reasons to convince themselves not to retreat from a battlefield where they are obviously at a disadvantage.

And Pastor Tymora is still the most outrageous among the three.

The Church of Lathander is not afraid of difficulties, while the Church of Torm faces challenges head-on.

As for the Church of Tymora... without difficulties and dangers, they found it boring.

The Miss Elaster before him was Reverend Tymora. Therefore, the battle with Reverend Tymora was a game of bravery.

Who wins and who loses depends on who becomes timid first.

Gromph looked up at the dark sky.

It's only just getting dark.

No matter how hard she tried to delay, she couldn't delay the battle until dawn.

It would be better to say that if a battle were to begin, it would inevitably be over within a few minutes.

Everyone has secrets, and there are very few people in this world who can understand their enemies so clearly.

The battlefield is the bloodiest casino. Some people bet because they are confident enough in their cards, some people bet to scare away their opponents, and some people bet simply for the thrill of excitement.

Most of the priests of Tymora actually belong to the third type.

Could this Miss Elaster belong to the third category?

Gromph Baenre doubted she had much up her sleeve—a moonblade imbued with shadows was rare enough.

The thunderclouds were very far away from them, beyond the range of the thunder summoning spell.

As for Emya? He had indeed defeated Larloch at Candlekeep, but that was while he was at ease. He didn't believe that if Emya was hastily forced onto this battlefield, she could defeat them so quickly!

Even if their business was successful, most of the credit would go to his foolish niece, Crachir Banry. Not to mention that the whole thing was the credit of the Banry family, and it didn't benefit his own status much.

The credit for capturing such a perfect Moon Blade Master alive belongs to him!

If he retreated, he would only be able to save himself; if he advanced, he would be able to take over half of Menzoberranzan and the Baenre family.

And Gromfu was already a thousand years old. It wasn't uncommon for a drow leader to have unstable rule, but it was rare to see one so unstable that he might even lose to a male wizard.

Even Gongfu felt his mouth dry when he thought about the disparity between risk and reward.

Gromph raised his staff and asked, "Miss Alestria, would you like to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" The Moon Elf didn't really seem to be afraid, but instead seemed to be suppressing her excitement.

"You're valuable in my eyes, and I'm probably valuable in yours, too," Gromph said. "How about we duel? The stakes are twofold: at the first level, the winner gets to leave unconditionally, with the other party barred from pursuing. At the second level, the winner can simply take the loser with them."

"That sounds great," Alestria asked. "How can I ensure that this bet goes smoothly?"

"Because I really don't want to scare you off," Gromph said. "After all, the worst that can happen is we're besieged like we were in the beginning."

"That makes sense." Alestria didn't even ask for her shadow's opinion. She twirled the moon-white hammer in her hand and said, "I agree—"

Before she could finish her words, Gromph had already begun chanting.

Panic was evident on her face, and she immediately rushed forward while trying to cast a spell to counterattack.