The food chain is the most intuitive embodiment of the dominance relationship between species.

If one species is on the diet of another species, then the former, when it encounters the latter, will often awaken the most primitive and instinctive memories in the genes, and then quickly turn on self-protection in time, so that the brain thinks that running away is the best option.

There is no doubt that for the humans of the Feron Continent, trolls are such a monster that can be called natural enemies.

Especially for ordinary people living in the countryside, trolls that can only be killed with flames and strong acid are nothing short of a nightmare.

Stories often circulate in the Northlands that a few hungry trolls break into the village at night, silently kill all the villagers, and then eat them little by little.

So except for the elites who often fought against powerful monsters, the rest had already begun to retreat when the trolls rushed in, and the reason why they did not collapse was due to the constant blessing of bards and priests with morale-boosting spells.

The mages did not dare to continue playing soy sauce, chanting incantations one after another, unleashing one strong acid spell after another, sending the dying trolls to hell.

Feeling the fear and despair emanating from the enemy camp, Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Not enough! Not enough! I want to crush their last hope!"

"Master, the guys in Waterdeep are about to run out, do you think you can launch a general attack?" asked Gar cautiously.

He was not a fool, and understood that this war was not about winning the war, but about annihilating the Deepwater City coalition and condensing a priesthood with the souls of those poor creatures.

"Don't worry, let those white dragons go out first, and focus on attacking the mage's location and depleting their spell slots. Zhang Cheng said as he raised his left hand and collected the souls of the entire battlefield that had died, regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies.

Obviously, although the quantity of these souls is enough, the quality is far from enough.

Priesthood is not something that can be obtained casually!

The only way to snatch it from the existing gods, or to wait for the gods, His Majesty Io, to give it is to induce mortals to have strong attachments, such as hatred, jealousy, greed, despair, pain, and so on.

When these thousands of obsessions come together, they form an authority that is recognized by the whole world.

When a god has authority, he can become the ruler of the realm, and all mortals who enter this realm must pay high respect to the god in exchange for the blessing of the other party.

In fact, although the mortals of the Faren Continent can only have one guardian god, when they are engaged in other industries, they will pray to the gods who hold the authority of that industry.

The most obvious example is that all blacksmiths and craftsmen, whether or not they are devotees of the god of craftsmanship and forging, choose to pray to this god when they make something, hoping that their work will be more refined.

Another example is that all the men and women who are courting the other half, whether they are followers of the goddess of love or not, will beg the fire-haired lady to send a favor to help them win the favor of their sweetheart.

There are not many creatures in the world that have divine power or divinity, but only when they truly obtain the priesthood can they be regarded as a veritable god and get a seat of their own in the ancient pantheon.

"As you wish!" Gar bowed respectfully, turning to his lieutenant.

The latter understood this, and quickly ran to the woods in the rear, untied the chains that bound the white dragons, and asked the dragon seeker to pour them with spring water tainted with demonic blood.

Moment!

These behemoths covered in white scales erupted in painful screams, their eyes quickly stained red with blood, and they struggled to soar into the air, swooping in the direction of the Waterdeep coalition forces at great speed, opening their mouths and spewing out large swaths of deadly freezing cold air.

"No! it's the white dragon!" an officer shouted at the top of his voice.

But unfortunately, because the entire formation had already been overwhelmed by the crazy trolls, there was no time to organize a counterattack, and all the places that were sprayed by the white dragon, whether it was the better the people or the war horses, all became frozen sculptures without exception.

In the extremely cold northland, the white dragon is the supreme overlord, the creature at the top of the food chain.

Aside from the equally powerful Frost Giants, there was little to threaten them.

Seeing several white dragons constantly wreaking havoc on top of his head, killing several mages who didn't have time to react in a row, the lord of Waterdeep finally panicked, took General Rams's hand and roared, "Damn! Think of a way! We must not lose! Otherwise, Waterdeep City and the Lord Alliance will be finished!"

"Shut up, fool! I'm fed up with your fingers! Now, gather those mages at once, and then gather fifty knights to protect them. Next, what we need is a large magic ritual and a strong crossbow, and we must take these dragons down. General Rams pushed the Lord of Waterdeep out of the way, and rushed with his own guards to a bed crossbow, quickly adjusting the angle and aiming at one of them to smash the hammer.

Airplanes!

With a slightly harsh sound, a three-edged heavy arrow more than a meter long rose into the air and slammed into the white dragon's fragile abdomen.

The scales on its body only slightly hindered it, and then blood spurted from the sky and slammed into the crowd.

However, the vitality of this dragon that has been eroded by the blood of the devil is quite tenacious, and before anyone can rush forward to mend the knife, he waved his sharp claws, and more than twenty soldiers broke their stomachs, and the dragon breath spewing out of their mouths froze more than forty people.

"Die, dragon!" a knight with a silver spear shouted, using the explosive power of his horse's dash to pour his spear directly into the lower left of his chest.

Burst!

This time, there was no accident at all, and he pierced the white dragon's heart on the spot.

It swayed from side to side twice, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Just when the knight thought that he had killed a dragon and was about to cheer loudly to boost morale, the dragon's corpse began to burst out with a dazzling green light for some reason.

Before anyone around them could react to what was happening!

Next Second......

Rumble!

The deadly flames of evil energy engulfed everything within a radius of ten meters around it!

Slaughter!

Death!

Destroy!

The blood of the Abyss Lord turned these behemoths, which were already favored by magical energy, into deadly bombs!

Once they are killed, they will immediately release all the energy in their bodies in one go, and their power far exceeds that of most Nine Ring magic......