Equipment Printing School Mage

“—Kaha!”

Broken organs mixed with blood gushed out of Zelari's mouth.

But there was no fluctuation on Drizzt's face. He showed neither regret for killing his own people nor joy in punishing evil in the world.

He simply slid behind the drow priest like flowing water again, and with a light bump, threw the drow priest's broken body behind him, allowing her to help block the drow warriors' continuous slashing attacks. However, he jumped high on the snow on the mountain and fell into the shadows.

It was obvious that most of the drow troops had retreated to the Underdark. There was only one priest in this group. After killing the priest, the remaining drow warriors were completely insignificant and not worth wasting his time on.

He was still alive, but the priest he was supposed to protect was dead - these drow warriors were already dead, and there was no need for him to take any action.

Just when Trist had begun to think about his next target, a series of exclamations suddenly sounded behind him.

"......?!" The drow ranger turned around in mid-air in astonishment.

No matter how you look at it, Zelari, who should have been dead, was actually standing there safely.

The body that was almost split in two was restored to its original state, and the blood had not even completely frozen, making her chest a bright red.

In her hand, she was holding a ball of soft spider silk.

They were woven into soft whips in the air like silk, sweeping towards Trist.

And Zelari, who had just been seriously injured, had a look of madness and desire on his face, and his pupils had turned into the same deep purple as Trist's.

Her voice was surprisingly gentle: "—We haven't seen each other for so many years, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

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“——Aaaaaah!”

On the front line of Elturgard, the seriously injured Mars finally couldn't help but scream.

This soldier, who was one of the best on the front line, was in a miserable state at this moment.

His body was covered with blood holes oozing with salt water. His gorgeous armor had turned into tattered golden iron sheets. His entire right leg had completely disappeared, and there were three horrifying blood grooves at the wound.

His right leg was clearly torn off by a trident.

What made this holy warrior unbearable was that while the regeneration technique was regenerating his body, the thick sea salt was also seeping into every corner of his body.

Grimnir sighed as he watched the scene unfold, then sent a message far away: "Emmya, the good news is that your good friend has just accomplished an astonishing feat—he and the incarnation of Umberlee, the god of the sea, have both suffered heavy casualties, yet he's still alive. The bad news is that the gods of Faerûn are truly unsportsmanlike. Be prepared."

After a long while, Emilia finally replied: [So, guess what? I didn't even have time to reply to you remotely just now?]

Grimnir was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but take a breath: [You are also fighting with the incarnation of the god? ]

[Wrong answer.] Emiya answered, [I was pushed to the ground and beaten.]

One Hundred and Three Black Arrows (Part 4)

Time goes back a few minutes.

The black arrow was divine blood that hadn't yet fully solidified. This fact was of course a significant benefit to Emiya's group—no matter how powerful its origins were, it was now in Emiya's possession... right?

This is Black Arrow Castle. From the beginning, Emya never expected them to be able to operate under Gruumsh's nose for long, so from the beginning, they were thieves.

Those who are outside risk being besieged and fighting for their lives in a battle. At least they are not like the three of them, who may suddenly be faced with a god at any time.

"How to use this black arrow?" he asked.

"Originally, it was used as a spear or javelin... Don't look at me like that, I know a mortal can't use it," the King of Arrows replied. "Blessed by the gods, he used his immensely strong and gigantic body to thrust the Black Arrow forward. When the nation of Arrows was founded, its founding lord, Obould, snatched a crude giant ballista from a giant. The ancestor struggled to drag the Black Arrow to the top of a cliff and fired it from the ballista, successfully killing the giant king at the time. From then on, Obould of Arrows began to call this weapon, which had made such great contributions, the Black Arrow.

"This is all I know about the Black Arrow. How it came into the hands of our ancestors, and why it was hidden in a castle passed down through the generations, I have no idea. Everyone is keeping silent about this."

Silver replied, "There's only one reason for this: they came from a less than clean place. Or perhaps Obould should have returned them to the church."

"Maybe."

Emiya was about to cast a spell to shrink the black arrow, but Yin suddenly reached out to stop him: "Wait a moment."

She closed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and spread a shield of iridescent light around them. Then she opened her eyes and said, "We have three minutes. Within three minutes, Gruumsh will definitely not be able to discover what we are doing."

While quickly shrinking the black arrow and stuffing it into the already opened dimensional hole, Emiya asked casually, "What about three minutes later?"

Miss Yin spread her hands and said, "He'll definitely find out. We'd better run faster."

"I knew it!!!"

After seeing the former goddess of fate with her own eyes, Emiya seriously suspected that a considerable part of Yin's personality definitely came from Tyche!

The only good news is that three minutes is more than enough for them.

There were five black arrows. Emiya hurriedly cast spells on them one by one, and then immediately she and the Orc King dragged these strange arrows, which were still extremely heavy even after shrinking, out of the pillars.

They're probably not easily considered arrows. They're just really long, pointed cones. From the outside, there's nothing special about them.

But for some reason, Emilia could feel that beneath its plain color, there was a power that made his soul tremble.

The creature's instinct was telling him that this black arrow was extremely dangerous.

And his intuition told him that the source of the black arrow's power was inextricably linked to the sword of death that was killing everyone in the hazy realm.

That, perhaps, was the secret of the Seldarine that Corellon had never told him.

But at this moment, they still have to get out of here alive.

"Is the crossbow still preserved?" asked Emilia.

"It's on the cliff behind the castle, and it's been minimally maintained," Ocampos replied. "Based on my previous estimate, it can probably only fire one arrow now."

"It seems somewhat unqualified as a city defense weapon."

"This is also tradition," Ocampos replied while struggling to hold onto the still-heavy black arrow. "How in this world could there be a city defense weapon capable of bringing the capital itself within range?"

It is simply a weapon used to attack a powerful enemy that may appear in the capital at any time.

Emilia narrowed her eyes slightly.

——From the current perspective, this most powerful country among the orcs has been full of rebellion since its founding.

Four arrows fell into the bag, and just as the Orc King ran to drag the fifth one, the sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted their movements.

[…Gin, who’s that outside?] Emiya stopped what she was doing.

"Don't mess around," Yin replied in his mind. "I deliberately created a completely sealed barrier to hide from the gods. If I start to connect with the outside world now, or if I exchange additional materials, I won't last even three minutes."

The footsteps were unusually light. If their owner was not a wanderer skilled in stealth, then he must be a very small person.

This uninvited guest obviously had a purpose. He stopped for a moment, observed briefly, and then opened the door directly.

A short figure, a little orc boy who looked only a few years old.

The two orcs present looked at each other with their mouths wide open.

The orc child's eyes widened, tears filling up almost instantly: "...Dad...Dad! Dad! I...I...! You're still alive!"

"Sirocco! Why are you here?"

Oops.

Emiya sighed as she looked at the father and son who couldn't help but hug each other.

He didn't try to interrupt the father-son reunion, but simply closed the dimensional hole. There was no time to collect the fifth arrow.

In the eyes of his family, Ocampos had inexplicably disappeared. The loss of the family's pillar was unacceptable news.

Such emotional ups and downs cannot be calmed down in just a few minutes.

The little prince of arrows sobbed and said, "Uncle... drove us out of our home and forced us to live in a cave underground, and he wouldn't let us leave... I don't know why, but there were fewer uncles guarding the door today, so I sneaked out, thinking of finding weapons in Daddy's room to drive the bad guys away..."

Terrible timing for a father-son reunion.

Yin obviously couldn't quite understand the passionate emotions between father and son, but now she finally had some ability to read the air - so, she silently stretched out her hand again and placed a force field wall in front of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, Emiya's whole body tensed up involuntarily and began to tremble slightly.

This means they are seen!

The next second, the air was filled with a strong stench that made people want to vomit.

Freshly shed blood, broken organs, rotten flesh—the stench emanating from the sea of ​​corpses and blood almost instantly filled the entire castle.

Three minutes have passed.

"—He's going to run away!!! Hold on to your child!"

Emiya suddenly leaned forward and took the entire castle's structure into her mind.

"uncanny workmanship!"

The floor collapsed with a bang, and the castle's outer walls reshaped and reconstructed through the air, forming a wide slide. The original wall had completely opened up, letting the heavy snow and wind flow directly into the castle, throwing Emilia and her group against the mountain wall.

The next second as they fell, a javelin pierced into the castle.

A dark shadow, shaped like a gigantic lance, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, charged forward at a terrifying speed exceeding even the sound of a sound. The sturdy castle walls, like fragile cardboard before it, were instantly torn apart and pierced. Before the deafening roar had fully dissipated, the devastating impact had already transformed into visible ripples, spreading wildly along the massive walls and towers. In an instant, the entire towering castle seemed to have been struck by a giant, groaning from foundation to spire under the weight of the heavy load.

And Yin, at this moment, was in Emiya's arms watching this scene with great anticipation.

And she saw what she wanted to see.

At the end of the attack, the javelin smashed Ocampos's door with flying bricks and broken soil, and hit the force field wall heavily.

Force fields, in the ordinary sense, should be synonymous with indestructible. Throughout their journey, almost no enemy had been able to breach the force field wall head-on with brute force, leaving even the slightest scratch.

Previously, the only one who could have done this was Abel's water spirit, Flustana. She was practically a living ocean, and even a force field wall couldn't survive under that level of pressure.

And now, a second creature capable of destroying the force field wall has appeared.

“——Buzz.”

The magic net creaked amid the roar of the spears, and the force field wall woven with meticulous spells began to shake and vibrate. Finally, gorgeous cracks appeared at the point where the spear tip touched the force field wall, and the next second, the entire force field wall collapsed.

The javelin that pierced through the strongest mortal defense only slowed down for a moment before disappearing from the castle.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion echoed from the cliffs beyond the city walls. Years of accumulated snow trembled and trembled at the devastating blow, finally tumbling down from the towering mountains. Rocks crumbled, and an entire mountaintop was torn from its peak, tumbling and spinning through the air.

Finally, the instigator of everything jumped up, and the distance of dozens of meters and the height of more than ten meters became zero in an instant, entering Emiya's field of vision.

He was a burly man clad in jet-black armor. From his appearance, he looked more like a Titan than an orc. He was practically the very essence of size and strength, his explosive power practically overflowing through his armor.

He has only one eye, but it is not that he is missing an eye. Instead, like a Cyclops, he has only one eye growing right above the bridge of his nose. There are long grooves on both sides of his eye as if to facilitate the rotation of his eye.

Killing, death, and invasion are all gushing out of him at all times.

When a god unleashes his power without reservation, there's no need to guess his identity...

That kind of otherworldly pressure is not something that mortals can imitate.

Emya glanced silently behind Gruumsh.

Just now, that spear seemed to have completely shattered the old crossbow.

Gruumsh did not pursue immediately, but leisurely stretched out his right hand towards the cliff.

The Spine of the World trembled, and the spear that had been deeply embedded in the rock pierced through the rock again, whistling into the hands of the orc.

Here, Gruumsh, the one-eyed orc god, descends.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice was like the blast of countless trumpets: "Thousands of years have passed, Mystril. You are indeed still alive."

One Hundred and Four Black Arrows (V)

The destruction caused by Geumsh naturally shook the entire Black Arrow Fort with ease.

All the orcs still in Black Arrow Castle came out of their hiding places to see what was going on.

What came into their eyes was a horrific sight as half of Black Arrow Castle collapsed in a single blow, the towering stone bricks turned into dust and poured down like a torrent.

The exclamations soon became a wave, which was soon replaced by louder and clearer cheers.

The images of many gods are not very clear, and are often imitated by believers. Therefore, even if the gods appear, believers may not be able to recognize them at the first time.

However, the one-eyed and extremely strong black-armored orc must be unique to Faerun.

"That person... that person, could it be that..."

"Yes...it's His Majesty the Divine King!"

Among the orcs, ordinary orcs are not even qualified to call him by his name; only his priests can receive this honor.

And Gruumsh didn't seem to be in a hurry to tear them apart. Instead, he faced the orcs in Black Arrow Hold calmly and let out an earth-shaking roar.

The castle, which was already in ruins, almost collapsed violently again. Gruumsh stood on the remaining ruins, almost standing in mid-air.