There is a price to be paid for slaying dragons!

This has always been a well-known common sense in the Faren Continent!

Not to mention the revenge that may be faced after the success of the dragon slaying, the dragon itself is not a soft persimmon, and most of the famous "dragon slaying warriors" are actually very lucky, and there are not many people who really crush the dragon with their own strength.

But today, for the first time, General Rams realized that the corpse of the dragon after its death could also cause such astonishing casualties.

The three dead white dragons killed the two most elite armies under his command, and even affected the mage regiment accompanying the army, at least twenty mages died on the spot, and more than a dozen people were seriously injured.

You must know that the mages sent by Waterdeep City this time are only about sixty people in total, including legendary mages like Kelburn and Lyra, and they basically have other more important things to do, and they can't be contacted at all.

But now before he has started to exert his strength against the mage, more than half of his side has been killed or injured, which is simply a complete disaster.

Yes!

In Rams's eyes, the war was a mistake from the start, and the so-called coalition forces, although superior in numbers, often did not mean quality.

In particular, the uneven militia of large and small lords from the Northland has seriously dragged down the original elite combat effectiveness of Deep Water City, and even several phalanxes have collapsed and are being chased by half-orcs riding wolves.

From hundreds of battles in Icewind Dale, Gar has developed a keen sense of smell and knows when to send infantry to a head-on collision, and when to send cavalry to crush his opponent and expand the victory.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Master, those guys are almost out of the will to fight, aren't we going to launch a full-scale attack?"

"Send a signal to Erebeth to attack the mages of Waterdeep from behind! Remember, we don't need captives and slaves for this war! I only need one thing, and that's the soul of pain, death, and despair. No mercy, no forgiveness......" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a chilling glow.

Because he could feel that as more and more human soldiers began to fall into fear, despair, madness, and other negative emotions, an unprecedented power gradually coalesced in his body.

Unlike faith and divine energy, it is a control, a authority, a special power given by the whole world.

Undoubtedly, this is a sign that the typical priesthood is condensing.

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At the same time, Erebes, who had been playing soy sauce on the flanks of the Waterdeep City coalition forces, finally noticed that the gem explanation on his hand began to glow continuously, and immediately curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and said to the shapeshifter officer next to him: "The time has come!

"Understood!"

Without saying a word, the shapeshifter officer directly exchanged glances with his own kind.

Moment!

More than a dozen guys who took advantage of the chaos to quietly infiltrate the mage group pulled out the Demon Breaking Dagger, and with lightning speed, they all chose one of the mages and stabbed them violently.

Although three or four high-level mages triggered the accident spell, some activated the teleportation magic to escape, but the teleportation magic failed, and some wrapped a layer of body protection stone skin, but they could not block the magic weapon with the demon-breaking attribute.

The poison smeared on the blades simply did not give them a chance to unleash spells and use magical items.

"Kill all the minus of Waterdeep, this time Luskan is our ally!"

Although the soldiers of Neverwinter were shocked by this sudden turn of events, and were not even sure if it was true.

However, when the shapeshifter officers took the lead in a frantic attack on the nearby Waterdeep coalition phalanx, they also had to follow suit and turn against their former allies.

Obviously, their defection was fatal, directly plunging the entire sideshift into complete chaos and collapse.

In addition, the mages led by Valindra continued to throw a large number of charm and control spells at the places where the crowd was most concentrated, while Gar himself led a general attack with a backbone of orcs, goblins, barbarians, bear goblins, giants, and ogres.

Under this overwhelming onslaught, even the elite troops, known for their bravery and toughness, reached their limits, were completely crushed in just ten minutes, then divided and surrounded, and all that remained was a brutal and bloodthirsty massacre.

For humans to occupy the best land and resources in the world, other intelligent beings can be said to be both jealous and jealous, so there is no need to hesitate to be ruthless.

In less than half an hour, the 50,000 allied troops initiated and formed by Waterdeep City were killed and wounded, and the rest of the soldiers and officers who were surrounded by layers were also desperately huddled back to back, trying to pull as many backs as possible before being killed.

"Come on, monster, come and kill me!" General Rams roared loudly, covered in blood and brandishing his sword.

But unfortunately, the monsters around them for some reason just besieged but did not attack, and those eyes full of bloodthirsty, tyrannical and murderous intent were simply chilling.

As for the lord sent by the Council of Waterdeep, he had already been ripped off his mask in the melee, revealing a mature and beautiful female face, dragged aside by a dozen strong male orcs, and pressed to the ground to stage an eighteen forbidden action blockbuster, and the screams were enough to make most normal people have nightmares at night.

Just as Rams silently prayed to the god he believed in, intending to rush forward and die together, the dense monsters around him suddenly separated, making way for a narrow passage.

I saw a boy about thirteen years old, looking a little pale and gloomy, walked out and greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, Your Excellency General." If you don't mind, can you talk to me for a few words?"

"Who are you?" Rams asked, frowning.

"If you're asking for my name, I can tell you it's pointless. Because the boy's body you're seeing now isn't really me. Zhang Cheng replied as he took out a bottle of fine wine and handed it to the other party.

Rams did not refuse, took the dagger he carried with him, dug open the wooden stopper, raised his head and poured several sips.

In normal times, he would always prepare a goblet and pour half a glass to taste it in the most elegant way, to taste it, and to make a good or bad evaluation.

But now, he is about to die, and he just wants to drink wine one last time before he dies, and by the way, he reminisce about his life.

After a full two or three minutes, the general was reluctant to throw away the empty bottle, burp, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "Good wine! I really didn't expect to be able to drink the fine wine from the Cormier Kingdom before he died." Say, what do you want to talk to me, a loser?"

"Quite simply, tell me about what you think of the faith......"

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