Equipment Printing School Mage

The hot dragon breath left the dragon's mouth and nose, and the dark sky was instantly illuminated by flames.

And Emilia simply released the bowstring and recited the arrow's activation words: "——This arrow will break all magic!!!"

When the arrow just left the bowstring, its acceleration was abnormally slow due to the influence of anti-gravity.

But when the activation words were spoken, a green halo with a radius of several meters suddenly burst out around the sword.

It rushed into the dragon's breath with a green glow. The green halo seemed to be a kind of paintbrush, forcibly smearing the indestructible dragon's breath from the world, while the dragon's breath that did not enter the halo range continued to roar upwards as usual.

Even when the arrow flew out of the range of the dragon's breath, the dragon's breath that had been wiped out actually reappeared, as if the disappearance just now was just an illusion.

In any case, the arrow passed through the dragon's breath unscathed and appeared in front of Khara.

Keha blinked in confusion, unable to immediately react to what he was facing. But soon, the fear that penetrated deep into his bones almost froze his brain.

"Anti-magic field?!"

He changed his shape again almost in panic. The red dragon that was originally tens of meters long instantly turned into a butterfly-winged dragon the size of a palm, and tried hard to change his direction of advance.

But it's too late.

The ban is now lifted, but the druid does not have a spell that allows him to jump in mid-air.

The arrow easily approached his body. In the green light, Archdruid Khar instantly turned back into a somewhat decrepit old man.

"Pfft."

The arrow pierced Korhal's throat with incredible accuracy.

At the same time, the gravity on Khar returned again.

He stopped accelerating and his speed in mid-air slowed down.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—" Keha wanted to say something, but the gas in his lungs was constantly spewing out from the arrow wound.

He struggled to hold the arrow, trying to pull it out of his throat, even though blood and bubbles gurgled out of his hand.

This would result in more horrific wounds, but would not be worse than falling to death.

At this moment, Khar saw out of the corner of his eye that an ice-blue comet suddenly appeared from the sky and roared towards him.

Stars fall.

One of the druid spells.

Conjuration system, sub-system of creation.

He was very clear about the level of each druid in the Sharptooth Forest Circle.

Besides him, there was only one other druid capable of casting this spell.

"Fenwei——"

With the last bit of air in his chest, Khar let out a final wail.

The huge comet easily entered the range of the green halo without being affected at all, and hit him heavily in the chest.

With a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, Khar stopped ascending.

Finally, he began to descend along the same path he had come from.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and finally it hit the center of the holy land like a meteor, raising a large amount of soil.

The fallen leaves and wood that had originally ascended to the sky began to follow his path, returning to the earth. Countless sharp wood stubble and sawdust fell from the sky, but due to the strong wind, their landing point was slightly offset.

Regardless, dirt, rocks, broken wood, and branches—everything, the destruction caused by the treants and Korhal, fell relentlessly from the sky, crashing into the center of the holy site and burying Korhal completely.

Korhal is dead.

Emiya and Fenwe fell from the sky, and their speed suddenly slowed down when they were about to hit the ground. Finally, they landed on the ground as lightly as two feathers.

At first, Emiya tried to find Khara's location, but after seeing the mess on the ground, she had to give up the idea.

Besides, from a height of several hundred meters and with the impact of the comet, the body would have been broken into countless pieces**.

"...A long life will become the rope that hangs you." Emilia shook his head and took a breath. He looked at the pile of broken wood and swayed a little, but was immediately supported by Fenwei. "In this holy land where fire is forbidden, the sacred tree can be ignited by ambition."

Author's Note: *Note 1: Although I think this is quite troublesome, since some readers like the law, I can use it to increase the word count (although it is actually written in the work-related section). The spell of anti-gravity has gone through many versions without fail, and its specific effects have changed many times. However, the anti-gravity of the second edition is not included in the priest spell list. The most obvious feature of the anti-gravity of this version is that it has no height limit and the duration is. Considering that one round in the second edition is one minute. A wizard who can cast anti-gravity can easily use it to fly out of the atmosphere. It was not until the third and fifth editions that druids got anti-gravity, but they also liked to increase the height limit, which was maxed out at about level 20, which is 30 meters in height (of course, this height is already very high).

1. Continued: In this story, for dramatic effect, Korhal has access to 2nd edition anti-gravity, which he shouldn't have. However, the book never states which edition the ruleset follows (if anything, it's generally 5th edition). The author does his best to research the source material, but even a fun scene wouldn't be too far from the book itself. After all, the first iron rule of DND is: DMs are supreme. So, as the author, I clearly have the same authority as the DM.

**Note 2: I use the word "uncertain" here to emphasize the protagonist's precision. I personally don't have a habit of extending the life of a boss. This kind of full-scale fall, with enough damage to cost several lives, is definitely the boss's death.

Forty-nine Wolves and Bears

mercenary.

The image of this profession in Faerun can be said to be ever-changing.

Doing things for money without caring about whether it is good or evil?

Bully the weak and fear the strong, disobey orders, and run away at the first sign of trouble?

In a broader sense, those adventurers who are least afraid of danger are essentially mercenaries.

The above impressions are mostly true and false. Most of the time, it depends on the overall atmosphere of the mercenary group.

In some cities, mercenary groups have long been renowned across the continent for their dedication to duty—even to the point where their leaders have successfully become one of the city's highest leaders. Even if other leaders in the city constantly change, the mercenary leader always maintains his position.

Coincidentally, the city that served as the example was Baldur's Gate, home to the Crimson Moon. Although the Flaming Fist Mercenaries had been the most important official force in Baldur's Gate for over a century, they still maintained their mercenary status and offered their services to the public.

It is clearly the military core of a city-state, but it can still maintain military business exchanges with other forces, which is a rare sight.

Priests of the Gods Not Gods Society, former druids, the hobgoblin tribe, the Crimson Moon Group—all of these people had almost no interaction with each other before today, but now they were rushing to the same battlefield.

"Stop!" The first one to stop was the captain of the Red Moon Group.

The sturdy middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop everyone from moving forward.

Moonsong frowned: "What?"

"Hollow Corner is just three kilometers away." The Red Moon captain shook his head. "We don't know much about this village. We only know that these woodcutters live in scattered places. If we go together, just a few howls from your precious wolf will make those country bumpkins run away without a trace."

Having said this, he paused, silently took off his badge, and put it into the bag around his waist: "I want to make it clear that once the villagers here escape from the forest, we will not pursue them at all."

"Alright." Moonsong nodded. "I'll repeat it again—we only want people, dead or alive. You can take whatever property you want."

The leader of the Red Moon Group spat on the ground and said, "Anyway, remember whose kindness you received."

Moonson replied: "Of course."

After that, the two people parted ways.

After making sure they had walked far enough, the deputy captain looked at the endless dark forest and curled his lips.

He whispered to his leader, "...Brother Mant, it would be a long time to find someone in such a large forest at night. They don't care about the lives of these villagers anyway. Do you want to...?"

He stretched out his hand, made a trumpet shape with his mouth, and blew into it.

"Yor, you're talking nonsense again." The captain snorted coldly, "We are just ordinary mercenaries now. The Grand Duke doesn't have any deep relationship with these druids. We are just here to show our support. A few steps will be enough for our sake."

"Oh, that makes sense!"

The Red Moon mercenaries extinguished their torches and began to wander through the lightless forest. Yet, miraculously, their pupils shone a subtle green light in the darkness. They easily circumvented the dense undergrowth and other obstacles, moving freely through the forest.

Yoel was clearly a talkative person. As they hurried along, the vice-captain casually complained, "It's strange. I've never heard of a village scattered throughout a large forest. What kind of village is this?"

"God knows." The mercenary named Mount shook his head.

They were still standing too close together, and the forest was too big.

Their mission was clear - to provide temporary assistance, leave quickly, and not reveal their identities.

If we continue to gather like this, if we are unlucky, we might not meet anyone in the whole night.

Mount hesitated for a moment, then turned back and shouted, "... Groups of three, spread out! Don't be too careless. These woodcutters might be quite strong. If anyone gets strangled to death by these axe wielders, I'll be too embarrassed to tell the boss when I get back!"

The mercenaries roared in agreement, but judging by their casual steps, no one took the words seriously.

Even Mount himself was just there to be on the safe side.

However, the battle came faster than he expected and was more unexpected.

Mount was walking briskly through the forest with the other two men. Just then, a gust of fishy wind blew in his face, choking Mount and causing him to sneeze. He couldn't help but curse, "Damn, it smells so strongly of honey... These woodcutters actually have honey to drink?"

At this moment, two figures walked out of the bushes, and the two teams happened to walk onto the same path.

The two figures were wearing loose coarse cloth, with large areas of their sturdy bodies exposed without any care. One was a man and the other a woman, and the woman only had two more pieces of cloth wrapped around her chest.

At the same time, a terrifying axe was looming on his shoulder.

The three members of the Red Moon Group were at least wearing leather armor.

Although it was dark, both sides discovered each other almost at the same time.

Mount looked at the two villagers in astonishment and almost burst into curses.

He learned that the villagers of Hollow Corner generally made a living by logging and were physically strong.

At the time, he thought, this is nonsense - how can a skinny bamboo pole do the work of a woodcutter?

But now, he just wanted to slap the source of the intelligence twice.

Can this be described with just one word, "strong"?!

The upper arms of these woodcutters are as thick as your two fucking babies' heads! The bugbears are as skinny as chickens next to them! They're basically two ogres!

The big paladin in the forest looked like a young man who had not grown up in front of these woodcutters!

Mount almost subconsciously looked at his body: he prided himself on being strong, but unfortunately, his arm circumference was visibly thinner than that of the two woodcutters.

He shook his head. "—Why is there someone out in the forest in the middle of the night? Aren't they sleeping?"

The two villagers had apparently spotted the three men. The male villager nonchalantly clapped his axe in his hand and said, "Sorry, it's curfew in Hollow Corner now. Go back to where you came from, and you'll see the sunrise."

"otherwise--"

The villager waved his hand to the side, and in an instant only half of the waist-high bushes remained.

"Don't blame me for being rude."

Mount spat. "Bullshit! I'm telling you, you can take one...two axes from me! I'll call my men back immediately without saying a word."

"Fuck you, little chicken! I'm telling you, you can withstand two of my axes. You can enter the Hollow Corner as you please!"

So, the two reached a consensus in a strange way.

The villagers used heavy felling axes, while Mount used a real battle axe, which was both maneuverable and sharp.

Logically speaking, no matter which side was hit, it would be a serious injury that could be fatal. Moreover, neither of them was wearing heavy armor, so this was a life-and-death battle.

But although there was anger on their faces, there was no tension on either of them.

The two men didn't even bother to look for each other's weaknesses with their feet. They just swung their axes at each other without dodging or avoiding.

Without dodging or evading, the two men naturally hit their targets easily.

The battle axe embedded itself into the villager's left chest, while the woodcutter's axe struck the mercenary directly in the head.

Time seemed to stand still, and shock appeared on both of their faces.

The two men drew their weapons lightly and took a step back.

Both of them clearly hit the other's vital points, but there was only a slight trace of blood on the axe blade.

Maybe some damage was caused, but it was just a break in the skin and it has recovered as before.

"...?!"

Almost everyone present was shocked.

The male villager looked incredulous and spat on his hands twice: "You were lucky with the first axe! Come again!"

Mount didn't say anything, but he already had some guesses.

Maybe he really should call his men away.

The second blow clearly hit the same spot as the previous wound, but the result was exactly the same - not to mention the wound, even the bone didn't move.

This can no longer be a coincidence.

Mount wiped the corner of his mouth: "So they are cousins."

The two villagers obviously understood what was going on, but they had no intention of becoming related to him: "Who the hell is your cousin, you piece of shit."

The last word obviously stimulated the three mercenaries present, and they almost roared in anger immediately.