The great storm that Faeron had ever counted completely blocked Waterdeep from the outside world, and the waves on the sea were as high as fifty feet, enough to overturn a large sea ship with a draft of six feet.

At this time, the sea is furious like a delicate child, ruthlessly destroying everything that can be seen and invisible, not to mention the humans, elves and other land creatures who are afraid of the sea, and even the fishmen who have been blessed by the ocean are also trembling in this disaster. In the port area, where no one dares to approach, the devastated corpses of the fish-people are hit to the ground by huge waves every day.

With the Three Rings as a hub, Aang controls the scope of the storm so that it does not destroy the entire city. What he needed was a city of radiance intact, not a storm-ravaged ruin. Therefore, Chen Ang must not only maintain the suppression of Amberi's divine power, but also fight with the angry God of the Scourge, Tajans, to seize control of the storm.

Although the battle between the divine power and the Force was fierce every day, the situation gradually fell under Chen Ang's control.

The dark tide swelled in Waterdeep, and the sudden natural disaster surprised everyone, the astrologers did not find the slightest thing, and the mages of the Prophecy School found nothing, it seemed to be a storm that should not have happened. The pastor prayed to the gods, but received only a vague message.

"It's a conspiracy, Lord Mayor!" The celebrant explained to Mayor Pierguelen: "Our old friend, Ambori, the goddess of the sea, who covets the prosperity and riches of the Radiant City, the maddened god of the scourge who is jealous of the peace and order here, and a whole new dark power! ”

"The sleeping dragon has not woken up, and darkness is coming!"

Pierguelen shook his head, the guards of Waterdeep were three points tighter than before, but a solemn uneasiness had always hung over him, the greed of the nobles and guilds had exhausted him recently, and the fragile balance between Waterdeep adventurers, merchants, and magnates. Faltering. Piergalen was keenly aware of the invisible hand behind this.

"Tays and Ambery? Are the evil minions of Skull Harbor ready to move again? ”

"It's not Him, Mayor!" The old priest stepped forward and leaned in front of Bill Galen and said in a low voice: "My lord's instructions will not be wrong, the new dark power is different from all other evil beings that have appeared. He is the deepest darkness! Not so long ago. We can all hear the abyss and hell echoing a name! ”

"Morgoth!"

The two of them spoke in unison, uttering this syllable that seemed to echo in the dark abyss, with a lingering smell of evil and blood. As soon as this cold name was spoken, the surrounding light was much darker.

"We don't know anything about Him except by that name!" Piergalen walked around the same place twice in a restless way, and finally stopped in front of the window, and through the curtain he looked up and saw the dark clouds hanging low in the sky, "These days. The crumbs in Skull Harbor seem to be a lot quieter, but that's not a good thing......"

"We all know who raised these jackals, who cherished their white gloves, but made other people's hands bloody. Below the resplendent mansions, who does not know their filth! They thought they could manipulate me, but they ......"

"But they succeeded, didn't they?" The celebrant stands behind Pilgalen. Sigh: "This is the ...... order"

As he said this, there was a knock at the door of the guard. Pilgalen returned to his seat, but the Guardian brought him news that had made him lose his temper.

In the deepest part of the shadows, the skull harbor was filled with murderous sounds, and dozens of arm-long crossbow arrows, screaming flat out of the darkness, nailed several loitering men in leather armor to the stone walls.

The slaughter continues. The kobolds carry delicate crossbows and shoot in small formations in remote corners of the battlefield, usually in groups of nine, with two of the best wanderers as alternate starters. For each shot, the starter leads two crossbowmen as a firing point. One shot guaranteed. There are at least three crossbow arrows, one assault with at least three firing points, three crossbow bolts cross-firing, three cross-firing points cross-covering powerful lethality.

It was extremely difficult for the wanderers to dodge the tight nets, the kobolds were kept dozens of paces away, their crossbow arrows were incredibly long-range and terrifyingly powerful, and they were in small groups, crossing forwards, covering each other, never breaking away from the support group of goblins and ogres. Dodging dozens of crossbow arrows is a deadly challenge for even high-level wanderers.

Even if they could do it desperately, they would first have to dodge the vicious sorcery of ogre wizards and the Ouroboros of orc berserkers before they could rush into the kobolds and slaughter.

The reasonably arranged killing formation and cover formation ensure the killing efficiency of the kobold scout team.

The orc heavy infantry regiment in the middle was frantically advancing along the main road of the scheduled battle, and the green-skinned stupid beasts were tireless and did not know pain, Chen Ang did not add these things to them, the only thing he knew was to carry out Chen Ang's will to kill. The small, sharp weapons used by the evil forces are not much tougher than wooden sticks in the face of heavy armor weighing three hundred pounds.

Under the crush of war like a steel barrier, there are few survivors, and only a very small number of spellcasters can still bring them some threats under the hunt of the Demon Addiction Spellcaster Legion. But soon, these mages with few spell slots could only be reduced to a blur of flesh under heavy crossbows and war hammers.

Skull Harbor is home to an underground city of assassins, thieves, pirates and mercenaries that leads to a real war, bloody and brutal, like a nightmare that cannot be resolved. Limbs were scattered everywhere, torsos were shattered, and in this moment of being consumed by blood, steel and flesh collided earth-shatteringly. Hideous orcs, crazy ogres, can't wait to tear face after face apart.

The ogre, armed with a massive war hammer of more than one hundred and fifty pounds, made the closest contact with the skull of a skinny warrior, his skull shattering with an overwhelming weight, and red and white splattered to the ground.

Darkness and terror engulf the place, and the murderers who once brought nightmares and terror to the innocent have their own nightmares. The power of the One Ring permeated the place silently, and in the midst of killing and fear, the twisted dark power infected the flesh smeared on the ground and infiltrated the fighting crowd.

"Master, the overall situation here has been decided." Helast leaned over and gestured to Chen Ang. The overwhelming side of the battlefield has emerged. Or rather, it was always a one-sided massacre.

"It's time to go!" Chen Ang nodded in reply.

It's been a while since he came to Faeron, and Chen Ang, or the Bloody Hand, has not clashed with the thieves' union in Skull Harbor, and most of the suppression and threats received by the Bloody Hand Gang come from here. Assassinations, poisoning, kidnapping and coercion, such things have happened many times, many things have happened, but ......

So what? Chen Ang didn't care at all.

He didn't even understand what was going on, and he didn't care. What did Chen Ang do when he decided that the thieves' guild could not interfere with him? It's not in Chen Ang's consideration. Chen Ang rarely reacts to the actions of others, most of the time he is going to do one thing and then finish it.

Just like now, Chen Ang wants to get Deep Water City, so he is ready to clean up some players outside the board and eliminate interference, which includes the Faeron Continent outside Deep Water City, the gods. And a few bits and bits of Waterdeep itself.

So he closed the shipping route and created a relatively stable internal environment. Decide who will be able to participate in the game next, and then exclude the bits and pieces that are not in his plan. Unfortunately, everything in Skull Harbor is included in this 'bits and pieces'. This is the purest malice and efficiency, the simplest damage and plunder.

From beginning to end, it was Chen Ang who took the initiative to hurt people, he was doing his own thing. And the means are getting closer and closer to the essence of the world.

The killing didn't end for long, it was probably over at dusk, and when Chen Ang teleported out of the Deepwater Castle, it was still a little late, when Hyrust flashed behind him. He asked, "How's the preparation?" ”

Hylaste hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It's hard for me to convince the support of those lords, they are too cautious, and they don't have a chance to control them, except for the two secret lords under my control, we can't get more support!" ”

"That's pretty much it." Chen Ang paused and said, "Don't think about things too hard, most of the difficulties are just a matter of strength, it is not difficult to have a complete city, especially a city like Deep Water City, which practices secret rule. Because they themselves don't know who the master of the city is, the Council of Sixteen Lords? ”

"Which sixteen?"

Chen Ang gently closed his hood, hiding his face in the darkness, his voice coming from the thick and inseparable darkness at the mouth of the hat, calm and firm.

A light rain began to fall in the sky, and Chen Ang walked along the mountain road towards the Deep Water Fort, a typical knight's fort, with a stable structure and made of stones with very good anti-magic properties. Although it is very uncomfortable to live in, dark and stuffy, after all, this is a military building, but the security is very good, and there are many dead and wounded people here.

It was the headquarters of the city sentinels and city guards, heavily guarded, and looked like a mysterious young mage, dragging a thick, short 'wand', about two palms long, silver-gray, which he carried behind him like a sword. Walking on stagnant water, braving the drizzle, he walked alone towards the deep-water fort.

The guard at the gate raised his crossbow without asking, and when the sharp arrow pierced the rain, the black shadow melted into the rain like a puff of smoke. Chen Ang's silhouette slowly disappeared and disappeared, and the alarm bell sounded in an instant.

Trained guards guarded the important checkpoints, and several mages, under the instructions of the guards, released the 'probe portal' to the clearing, and the vision of the aether plane, representing the ripples of spatial change, slowly spread in the clearing. But there was no trace of the portal, and not even the shadow power of the shadow plane could be detected.

"He's not there!" The young mage looked back. Suddenly, he heard a short sound, like a beam of lightning passing through a human body, but softer.

It's a nice "z".

Then he saw a red streamer, brilliant and blazing, jumping around, beautiful like a pure red rainbow, passing through the body of the oldest mage. (To be continued......)

PS: Two shifts today