"Father, what do you want to do with this vision?"

Nimidonna asked in an uncertain tone as she stared at the Eye of Destruction, which was sealed inside a crystal sphere.

As a nature attendant, she is no stranger to the power of thunder, fire, and storms, even though they are part of the great nature in the first place.

Among the few legendary spells she mastered, there was also magic similar to summoning thunderclouds to create a thunderstorm area out of thin air.

In a way, if it weren't for the fact that Talos, the god of storms, was too chaotic and obsessed with destruction, he could have been considered one of the gods of nature.

After all, the things that Sivannas, the god of nature and the father of oaks, did when he destroyed towns and protected the wilderness and woods, were not too different from the former.

The only difference is that the destruction of Talos is random, while the destruction of Sivanus is planned and purposeful.

Zuo Si fiddled with the sealing crystal ball in his hand and replied with a smile, "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet."

After all, it's a powerful weapon.

And most likely, it is also under the control of its original owner.

So I'm not going to rush it.

Even if you want to use it to craft a weapon or equipment, you must first use the power of the Brigade Mage's spark to completely transform the divine power contained in it.

What, are you craving it? ”

Nimidonna stared at the two eyes that emitted an emerald green glow and hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "I don't know, but I just feel that this eye has an inexplicable attraction." Whenever I see it, I feel very happy and happy. ”

"Maybe I used too much of the natural green mana when I created you.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is your own original divine power and divinity that is at work.

However, I do not recommend that you use or absorb the power of the Eye of Destruction.

Because even if the god behind it is not manipulated, you will slowly drift towards the chaos camp due to the power it contains.

The divine power and divine nature of Talos is the natural disaster and the destruction it brings.

Natural disasters have no rules to follow, and are full of chaos, disorder and randomness.

I don't think you want to be like this, right?

Remember, there are many definitions of nature, and don't limit yourself to too narrow.

You should think and examine from a broader perspective, rather than simply accepting the teachings of Svannaus.

The forests and wildernesses he represents are nothing more than insignificant specimens of dust in the face of the infinite universe.

As a special demigod with divinity and divine powers, you must stand as high and see as far as you can.

In this way, you can make yourself extra strong. ”

Zuo Si almost effortlessly saw through the reason why the natural god attendant was attracted to this eye.

To put it bluntly, it is actually the mutual induction of the forces of nature.

After all, hurricanes, hailstorms, thunderstorms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, torrential rains, floods, forest fires and other terrible disasters are the most ruthless, cruel and violent aspects of natural forces.

Even Sivannas, the god of nature, would use the power of these natural disasters and even diseases to implement his so-called "divine cycle" and "one system of balance" theories.

But in Zuo Si's eyes, these two gods can be classified as "enemies of civilization", and they need to use their power to repeatedly suppress, or control or purge their believers and churches in their sphere of influence.

Especially those radical Druids who believe in Sylvanus, it is absolutely right to find one to destroy the other.

Because in order to protect the wilderness and forests and prevent civilization from expanding to the wilderness, these guys have basically participated in more than one slaughter of villages and towns.

You must know that the killing of druids is not a war in the ordinary sense of the word.

What they have done is unmatched by many anti-human regimes on Earth that are considered to be the most heinous of crimes.

These guys will kill entire villages and towns, from the elderly who are already lying in bed and unable to move, to the newborn babies, in order to achieve the goal of reducing the population.

They will even manipulate animals to eat living people, bury the carcasses in the soil and plant plants on them, so that the rotting carcasses can become the nourishment for the growth of trees.

If the area decided to be cleaned up was an area, they could also deliberately allow the corpse to decompose and create deadly germs.

Then control the spread of germs and rats and bats to the surrounding area, until the number of inhabitants in the area is sick and dead, and there is no longer the ability to expand into the wilderness in a short time.

Obviously, the druids of the continent of Faeron are completely different from the image of "quiet and peaceful" in many games, stories, and film and television works, and like to live a secluded life in the forest by himself.

A large part of these fellows are more like the most extreme, utterly dehumanized environmentalists of modern society, as indifferent observers and ruthless enforcers.

When the expansion of civilization does not threaten the forests and wilderness, they certainly do not behave aggressively.

However, when the two clashed violently, the druids would not hesitate to choose the former as their enemy.

It is estimated that only the sects that serve the Mother Earth goddess, Sarya, will appear less threatening.

After all, the goddess, known for her benevolence, supported not only the development of agriculture, but also the expansion of civilization, believing that civilization itself was part of nature.

In contrast, Sylvanus's understanding of nature was very narrow, confined to forests, wildernesses, and swamps.

He didn't understand or understand that when magic and technology developed to a certain extent, they could actually transform the natural environment as they wished.

Overprotection will not do anything good at all other than keep the world in a savage, primitive state.

Needless to say, as long as enough manpower and cost are invested, even the vast desert can be revitalized little by little by planting trees.

As for magic, the Nessera have proven themselves not only to do it, but to do it better.

In their most glorious golden age, the Grand Arcanist, Marven, once invented the eleventh ring magic [Marven's World Weaving].

The spell can change the climate in the area of influence at will according to the caster's will, and can be adjusted on five levels: polar, subpolar, temperate, subtropical, and tropical.

In other words, factors such as temperature, precipitation, wind, and even light will all be changed and reshaped by powerful magical forces.

The Grand Arcanists can turn the cold Arctic into the tropics and the arid desert into a rainforest.

Each time it is cast, it will tilt the climate in the area of influence by one level towards the polar or tropical regions.

For example, if the region is originally temperate, a single release can turn it into a subtropical or subpolar region.

Moreover, the effect is permanent, and the superposition can be repeated until the limit of both directions is reached.

What's even more outrageous is that the influence range of [Marven's World Weaving Technique] is extremely large, almost 1.6 kilometers per cast level.

Combined with the fact that you need at least thirty-five Nessriel Arcanist levels to cast an Eleven Ring spell, the minimum area of influence of this spell is also a radius of fifty-six kilometers, which is almost an area of five thousand two hundred square kilometers.

In addition, benefiting from the unique spell casting mechanism of the Nexera era, the Grand Arcanist with thirty-five Arcanist levels can cast [Marven's World Weaving] at least nine times a day, and the cast time is as short as one minute.

So transforming the natural environment is really not a matter for Nessreel.

With the dispatch of a Grand Arcanist who can perform Marven's World Weaving, he can make a vast land habitable or a forbidden area for life in just a few days.

According to historical records, this terrifying spell was used hundreds of times during the time of Nessreel.

The fate of countless beings was thus decided in a few gestures and syllables of the Grand Arcanists.

With such terrible power and power, it is difficult not to feel arrogant.

Through Marven's World Weaving, it is not difficult to understand why the great arcanists of Nessreel have the idea that "the gods are just more powerful arcanists".

Zuo Si wanted to know what kind of attitude the father of the oak tree had when the Grand Arcanists were unscrupulously manipulating and changing the natural environment.

However, in the limited historical records, there is no record of Nessera being attacked or harassed by a large number of druids or animals.

Obviously, this only says two things.

One is that Sivannas is also a typical god who bullies the weak and fears the hard, and knows that he can't afford to provoke Nessreel, who is protected by the powerful first generation of magic goddesses, so he can only bow his head and honestly admit to being a shrunken turtle.

The other is his followers and followers, who are not even a fart in front of the Floating City and the Arcanists.

Just made a small commotion, and was immediately ruthlessly suppressed and wiped out.

After the collapse of Nessreel, Sivannas began to peddle the theory of natural balance, and urged the druids to join him and began to massacre villages and towns in places like the Northlands, where there was no strong state and power.

Zuo Si was clearly aware that as he unified the West Coast to establish a state and promote the development and expansion of civilization, it was only a matter of time before conflict or even war broke out with Sylvanus and his church.

And the latter is 100 percent mixed with the Harpists' League.

This is also why, when it comes to dividing up the priesthood of Shirek, he chooses to come into contact with the beast god Mara.

Although the enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend, it can contain the church of the Father of Oak to a certain extent.

As a man who takes one step at a time and sees three steps, and likes to make deliberate decisions before making decisions, Zuo Si has long been plotting against the god of nature and his cultists who are fiercely hostile to civilization.

However, unlike a mortal feud with Ciric, who must be pulled down from the throne of powerful divine power, his conflict with Sivanus is like a battle with Ilminster, a clash of ideas and ideas, and there is no need to distinguish between life and death.

Just clear the other side out of your sphere of influence.

And the Divine Servants of Nature are the trump cards used to deal with the Druid sects hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

The natural divine power and divinity she possessed were enough to snatch control of the nearby mountains and forests from any of the Great Druids, and even shake the beliefs of some Druids, and eventually change their concepts and positions to become another force under Zuo Si's control.

Fight against the god of nature, Sivannas, and win over the goddess of the forest, Mericay, the goddess of springs and peace, Edas, the goddess of springs and peace, the god of rangers, the goddess of the rangers, the unicorn goddess Rari, and the goddess of sprouts, Theonlia, so that the existing nature god system is slowly splitting.

When the time comes, let his own goddess Talona replace her as the new god of natural cycles.

This is the plan that Zuo Si secretly formulated.

In addition, he has prepared several backup plans in case of emergencies.

You have to be extremely cautious when dealing with a powerful divine power.

Of course, it is inevitable that some gods who unite towards order and support the development of civilization will join them to challenge and pressure the father of the oak tree to prevent him from coming to the incarnation to directly interfere with the material world.

As his understanding of the gods deepened, Zuo Si had summed up a lot of methods and techniques.

In addition, he is never stupid enough to confront a god on his own, but habitually wants to pull in a large group of like-minded allies, so he has not turned over so far.

Nimidonna didn't know what kind of role the creator in front of her had arranged for herself, and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what to do." However, my understanding of my divinity is still vague and I have not been able to reach its full potential. ”

Zuo Si patiently explained: "Divinity is a quality hidden in the depths of the soul, and only those who possess this quality are qualified to become gods. I'm sure you've already seen the process of Karthus's canonization in the library, right? ”

"Well, I've seen it. But what does this have to do with divinity? ”

Nimidonna blinked inexplicably.

"Karthhas is because he has seized the priesthood and divine power of the original goddess of magic, but he has no divinity himself, and he cannot ignite the spark of divinity to become a real god, so the magic net is out of control.

So divinity is a very special thing.

It is not a simple energy like divine power, which can be seen and touched, nor is it like a priest who can understand its function by hearing the name.

Quite the opposite!

Divinity is the most complex and difficult to explain part of the creature that makes up God.

Even I still haven't figured out what it means or what it does.

But one thing is certain.

When divinity accumulates to a certain extent, it will change from quantitative to qualitative to form a brilliant spark of divinity.

And the appearance of the divine spark means that the creature has become a quasi-god.

In addition to this, divinity will also confer a lot of supernatural powers.

For example, it is far beyond the memory and learning speed of ordinary people.

Sancho was able to easily complete the basic theoretical knowledge that an ordinary mage's apprentice could only take a few years to complete in just a few days.

If I'm not mistaken, divinity is supposed to be closely related to philosophy, ideas, and values, as well as to the knowledge of the self.

It depends on what you are willing to believe and firmly feel that it is the supreme truth, above any other matter or idea.

Generally speaking, the broader the definition of this belief and the more mortals who share the same views, the greater the power and influence of God will be.

Of course, if it is something that exists objectively, such as the sun, death, the magic web, the planets, the moon, and other celestial bodies themselves, etc., even if there are not many mortals who believe in them, the gods who represent them will still be very powerful.

So my advice to you is to read more books on planes, universes, and space-time, and build a big enough worldview first.

Then, from your own perspective, you can understand what is nature in the macro sense, what is nature in the micro sense, and the relationship between the two.

If you notice anything that has changed along the way, you can always come to me. ”

Zuo Si didn't hide anything, and Dafang Fang said all the research results of his current research on divinity.

He also wanted to see what would become of the nature gods after they formed their own unique worldview and values.

You must know that the Blazing God Servant itself is equivalent to a special demigod.

As long as they wish, they can accept the worship of mortals at any time and become true gods.

So if the test on Nimidonna is successful, it means that it can be used against other gods to have the same effect.

"As you wish, father."

Nimidonna bent down and took Zuo Si's hand and kissed it affectionately, her eyes revealing undisguised closeness and fascination.

Zuo Si cupped the cheek of the natural god and gently kissed the other party on the forehead in response.

After seeing this "daughter" leave, he turned his eyes to the sealed eyeball in his hand, touched his chin and said to himself, "How should I make the most of this thing now?"

If it is directly converted and absorbed, it is obviously a bit too wasteful.

To create an artifact, it also takes time and effort to think about and design.

Give it to Sazastan, and then encourage the legendary lich to fight Vishalon, and make the two of them snatch each other's things at all costs.

After all, Vishalon now has the knowledge necessary to perform the ritual, and this eye is an indispensable key prop in the ritual process.

Neither of the two will give up this opportunity to be a god, and they will definitely fight.

When they are defeated, I will snatch back the knowledge of the god sealing ceremony with my eyes.

By the way, you can also prostitute the two artifacts in Sazastan's hand, the [Dead Moon Orb] and the [Sakohir's Seat].

Oh yes.

It seems that there is still a demon lord named Eltabor imprisoned in the seat of Sakohir......"

Obviously, since Zuo Si did not sign any contract with Sazastan, let alone become an ally, he could calculate the other party without any scruples.

And he plans to trade in exchange for the artifact in the other party's hand.

As for whether or not the Necromantic Chief will be able to keep the Vision with its devastating power after the deal is completed, it is none of his business.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't get the knowledge in Vishalon's hands, even if Sazastan gets the eye of the storm, he can't use it, but he will expose himself to danger.

You must know that on the continent of Faerun, there are countless ambitious powerhouses who are looking for ways and opportunities to become gods.

As long as Zuo Si spreads the news through the dark intelligence network of the Santarinhui, God knows what kind of attack Sazastan will encounter.

Maybe the nosy Ilminster, Simb, Kelburn, Leila and others will form a group to hit the door.

This kind of can not only get enough benefits from it, but also distract the enemy, and at the same time test how many strong people are still hidden in this land that are worth paying attention to.

The most important thing is that Zuo Si is not using a conspiracy but an outright conspiracy.

Even if Sazastan sensed the sinister intentions behind the deal, he could only swallow his anger and silently choose to accept it.

Whether it was out of hatred over the centuries of feud with Vicharon, or out of a desire to become a god, he couldn't have let this crucial tool fall into the hands of anyone else.

……

At this moment, far away in the camp of the Santarinhui army on the south bank of the Chongsa River in the north.

Sazastan, the leader of the Necromantic Faction of the Red Mage of Serre, has not yet realized what kind of cruel trials and tortures he will soon face, and is having a good conversation with the Chosen One of the tyrannical gods, Bane, Fuzor Chamberberry.

Especially when it comes to domination, both of them are staunch supporters of dictatorship and tyranny.

In addition, during the time when the Santarin Society was in power in Manson, he had always maintained a good cooperative relationship with the red-robed mages, so the two could be said to have a good conversation.

Sazakstan hopes to use the power of the Bann Church to help suppress his political opponents.

In exchange, he was willing to make Bane, the god of tyranny, the dominant faith of Serge, as long as the other party did not threaten his rule.

There is no doubt that the combination of these two will be an absolute nightmare for the coalition of Scanubel and the cities of El Torel on the other side of the river.

Because during the repair period, Fuzor Chamberberry used the [Tyrant's Scepter] to recruit a large number of powerful monsters such as trolls, ogres, and hill giants to supplement the army.

Although the losses of thousands of soldiers as a result of the last defeat did not fully recover, it was qualitatively superior.

After all, goblins, orcs, and gnolls are obviously not comparable to trolls, ogres, and hill giants.

As long as the latter wears sturdy armor, he can take out any one of them, and the former can be beaten by a small team.

In addition, Sazastan did not come empty-handed, but brought two of his most trusted vampire generals, as well as an army of more than 4,000 undead.

You must know that the undead army under his command is not the kind of civilian cannon fodder who is casually dug up in the grave and does not even have a professional level during his lifetime.

Instead, they generally have a professional rank, and when they are alive, they are either elite veterans and officers of Serre, or well-known adventurers and mercenaries in the local area.

They either signed an agreement with Sazastan to sell their bodies after death in order to gain more wealth, power, and social status while alive, or they were secretly dug up after burial to make undead creatures.

Among them, the number of magically enhanced skeletons and zombies is the largest.

A small number of intelligent and self-aware vampires, ghouls, and ghouls exist as officers in charge.

This is not an unusual occurrence in the red-robed Searles.

After all, at the moment, this kind of stealing corpses still knows the convergence point.

After a dozen years, the internal strife of the red-robed mages gradually heated up and eventually led to division and brutal civil war, and all the corpses buried in the cemetery would be forcibly requisitioned.

Yes!

You heard it right!

It is to ignore the reaction of the deceased's family and forcibly dig up the corpse, and then transform it into an undead creature on a large scale!

At that time, there will even be a spectacle of living soldiers fighting side by side with their long-dead fathers, grandfathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers and other ancestors of the eighteen generations.

If the soldier dies, he will soon be pulled up and continue to fight for the red-robed mages in undead form until the corpse is broken to the point where it can no longer be repaired.

This is undoubtedly far beyond what a hell joke can describe.

By the time Sazakstan won the war, Serge had been completely reduced to a country with more dead than alive.

Undead creatures can even walk the streets in the open and gain legal national status.

Those who survived the war were left to tremble under the surrounds of the undead and accept the protection of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny.

Of course, Sazastan today is not mad enough to that extent.

After finishing the last topic, he immediately whispered tentatively: "Dear Your Excellency Fuzor Chamberbery, when do you plan to attack?"

From what I've observed, your legion has enough strength.

It is possible to cross the Chongsa River, kill all the resisters on the other bank, and then capture the city of Eltoriel.

As for crossing the river, there is no need to worry about it.

I'll have my mages and warlocks build a few magic bridges and push them through with an overwhelming numerical advantage. ”

The Moon Sea Tyrant smiled and replied, "Hehe, that's exactly what I planned.

However, in order to teach the metal dragons who came to participate in the battle a memorable lesson, I specially ordered someone to build a special weapon.

As soon as this weapon is completed, it will attack.

At that time, if those metal dragons still dare to lower their altitude and spit dragon breath, the new weapon will give them a taste of pain and remorse. ”

As he said this, Fuzor Chamberberry's eyes flashed with a vicious light.

"A special weapon?"

There was a hint of curiosity in Sazastan's tone.

But before he could continue to ask, he saw the last clone of Manson walk in from the outside with a javelin that emitted a dark mist.

Seeing that this guy didn't say a word, he went up and gave Fuzor Chamberbury a warm hug, and grabbed the latter's ass with both hands, and said excitedly: "I've done what you want!"

This javelin can unleash a powerful curse on dragons, especially the metal dragons of the good faction.

Their sturdy scales don't protect them at all, they are pierced in an instant, and they bleed incessantly.

Its curse can also randomly produce effects such as being unable to fly and breathing dragon breath.

With it, those metal dragons will become lambs to the slaughter in a matter of minutes as long as they dare to dive and attack. ”

"Well done!"

Fuzor Chamberbury took the magic javelin, felt the evil power contained in it, and praised it without hesitation.

That's why he tolerates the other party's harassment over and over again.

When a legendary mage like Manson is no longer an enemy but an ally, the benefits are nothing short of striking.

If he could, Fuzor Chamberberry didn't really mind letting the clone turn into a young and beautiful woman with the help of magical powers, and then maintain an intimate lover relationship.

But the problem is that what Manson wants to do is one, not zero.

As for the tyrant of the Moon Sea, who was already full of ambition and desire to control his personality, it was naturally impossible for him to be that zero.

So Fuzor Chamberberry doesn't have a good way now, but to maintain this ambiguous and disgusting relationship for the first time.

Sazastan keenly captured this scene, his eyes flashed with a strange ghostly light, but he did not debunk it, but pretended that nothing had happened and asked: "Now that the weapon is already available, can we start attacking?" ”

"Of course! When it gets dark, let's give those guys who don't know whether they're alive or dead a little bit of color. ”

With that, Fuzor Chamberberry gave his cronies, one of the Dark Guardians who served Bane, wink.

The latter understood in an instant, turned away from the huge tent, and gave the officers the order to prepare for battle.

In a few moments, the camp had become restless, and every now and then roars, roars, and howls like wolves could be heard.

A mouthful of large iron pots sponsored by Zuo Si for free were quickly propped up, and all kinds of dried meat, dried fish, pickled vegetables, grains, beans and other foods were poured into it in one go, and then added to the river water to stew until it became a sticky paste.

As for the salty ......

There is enough salt in jerky, dried fish and pickled vegetables that there is no need for additional additions at all.

Although from a modern point of view, this thing is almost indistinguishable from pig food, and just looking at it makes people feel unappetizing and want to vomit.

But for monsters who can only be hungry and full in the wild, and salt can only be obtained by robbing caravans, it is a rare delicacy.

The most important thing is to be full in quantity!

Even the goblins, who are cannon fodder, can feast on a meal before the war begins.

So the morale of the monster army soon rose with the scent that permeated the camp.

With such a big movement, it is naturally impossible for the coalition scouts in charge of reconnaissance on the other side of the river to be invisible.

They didn't dare to delay at all, and quickly reported the news to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Delt, who has the rank of LV17 Paladin.

The latter immediately convened an operational meeting and drew up a defense plan.

Based on his previous successes, Dert once again set the battlefield on the banks north of the Okina River, hoping to make full use of this natural barrier to keep the large number of enemies on the opposite side, rather than relying on the city's walls and fortifications.

Although some have disputed this, it feels that a sinister and cunning fellow like Fuzor Chamberberry will certainly not fall in the same place twice.

However, Delt's last victory was so glorious that most of the soldiers and adventurers preferred to trust his judgment.

So the doubts were quickly drowned out by a chorus of echoes.

In addition, this guy believes in the god of guards, Haim, and all believers in this god are almost more or less stubborn, so no one can convince him to change his mind.

Eventually, when night fell, Dert led the coalition forces into action, and instead of staying in the city to look after their homes, they were pulled to the banks of the river in formation.

As a result, when Sazastan led the red-robed wizards to build magic bridges on the river, they were instantly dumbfounded.

Fuzor Chamberbery, who had long been holding back the fire in his belly, immediately ordered the whole army to attack.

Taking advantage of the enemy's daze and unresponsiveness, countless goblins riding wolves roared past and rushed towards those crossbowmen to slash wildly.

Behind them there are also ordinary goblins riding [Goblin Dogs].

It is a large rodent that looks a bit like an ugly mastiff, about 1.5 meters long and weighs about 30 to 40 kilograms, and can only be ridden by small people such as goblins, kobolds, gnomes, and halflings.

Not only do they smell hot and smelly, but they also carry a non-lethal fungus on the surface of their skin that can infect anyone who comes into contact with them with a rash that can even lead to disfigurement.

Although the goblin and goblin dog combination is not great at all, any experienced human soldier can kill it in a one-on-one fight.

But with fierce goblins and wolves in front of them, they rushed in and caused a lot of chaos.

In particular, the goblin dog's skin covered in red spots, measles, and constantly dropping debris is enough to make anyone who sees it feel numb, itchy, and uncomfortable.

Women who care very much about their beauty are constantly retreating.

They would rather face the evil dragon and be sprayed to death than the germ-laden skin that falls on them.

"Don't be afraid! Stay in formation! It's just some weak goblins! Kill them all! ”

With a sword Delt split the goblin and the goblin dog in half, he shouted at his soldiers.

Ever since he saw those magic bridges erected over the river, he had realized that he had made a huge mistake.

It's a pity that it's too late by now.

If a retreat is ordered at this time, the defensive formation will immediately collapse, and then it will be chased by the big goblins and ordinary goblins riding on the wolf seats.

I'm afraid it would be nice to make it back to the city alive.

Even if the rest of the people had the city wall as their backing, it would be absolutely impossible to resist the onslaught of the army of Santilburg.

So the only thing that can be done at the moment is to hold on, hoping to repel the first wave of the enemy's fiercest attack, and to see the opportunity to retreat quickly between repairs.

Of course, this is not an easy thing to do.

Because the coalition forces, which are mainly human races, have no night vision at all, they can only rely on torches and a small number of magical light sources for lighting.

But the other party's monster army basically has dark vision and dim vision, and can see far away even at night.

Just when Dalter was anxious to lead his "Hell Knights" around to fight the fire, he suddenly heard someone shouting.

"No...... Oh no! Look! Trolls, ogres, and giants! ”

Moment!

Many people's eyes are on the magic bridge erected on the riverbank.

On the other side of the bridge, ogres, trolls, and hill giants, who were seen by many as having no intelligence or reason at all, were lined up in neat columns, clad in metal armor and holding blades more than a man high.

As soon as the order was given, they roared and charged.

Due to their sheer size, these guys don't move at any speed, but they are not slow at all, and they can even catch up with the slow horses.

"No!!!!! Block the bridge! Don't let them wash ashore! ”

Delt was visibly panicked.

Although he divided his hundreds of cavalry into five teams to block the exit of the nearest magic bridges, there were now twenty magic bridges on the Chongsa River.

In addition, how could the rampaging Goblin Wolf Cavalry give the other party such a chance.

Whenever an infantry phalanx or adventurer wanted to rush forward, they would attack from the flank with ordinary goblins, trying to delay the opponent's march.

As a result, when most of the army was still a dozen or even tens of meters away from the exit of the bridge, the first wave of ogres and trolls rushed over.

The weapons in their hands were very simple and crude, which were giant thick-backed swords.

Often, a single stroke of the knife can cut several human soldiers in the middle, spraying intestines, blood, and internal organs everywhere.

Even the most elite knights could not escape the fate of serious injuries and even death.

What's worse is that these powerful monsters are completely different from those who have no armor at all in the wild, and they are covered with sturdy armor pieces on the vital parts of their bodies.

Therefore, ordinary swords and spears are difficult to pose a lethal threat to them in hand-to-hand combat.

Many soldiers plucked up the courage to rush forward and stab them, but they were easily stopped.

Then ogres, trolls, and giants can kill them with a single backhand.

In just ten minutes, these three or four hundred giant monsters tore through the defense line of the coalition army.

The orcs, half-orcs, and gnolls who swarmed behind them quickly joined the warband.

As the army of Fort Santil on the North Shore grows in number and the coalition forces are defeated, the spellcasters and metal dragons who had been hiding in the woods as surprise soldiers can no longer sit still.

With the sound of chanting incantations, and the dragon's breath swooping down from the night sky, the seriously unfavorable situation was finally contained.

One spell after another, such as fireballs, lightning, cobwebs, greasy, and stinky clouds, quickly established an insurmountable obstacle on the riverbank.

The trolls who didn't care about being hurt before also became frightened and hesitant in front of the magic flames.

Several metal dragons swooped down frequently, spitting at the densest area of the monster army of Santil Fort.

Whether it is the flame of the golden dragon or the frost of the silver dragon, it can cause quite amazing damage.

Obviously, in this world full of supernatural powers, it is never the ordinary armies and soldiers who decide the outcome of a war, but these guys who wield magical powers.

Especially for dragons who can fly freely in the sky, there are too few things on the ground that can pose a threat to them.

Just when the coalition forces thought they had entered the rhythm of turning defeat into victory, a javelin emitting black smoke suddenly flew out from the other side of the river.

A swooping male dragon didn't have time to dodge, and was pierced through the chest by a javelin on the spot, surging blood madly in mid-air, then flipping and falling, slamming into the heads of several hapless soldiers, smashing them alive into meatloaf.

"No !!!!!!"

The other silver dragon, apparently his companion, immediately descended to see how serious the injury really was and whether it needed divine healing.

But when it was still a few dozen meters from the ground, a tall black shadow stepped forward, pulled out the javelin from the golden dragon's chest, and threw it again.

As a result, the silver dragon also followed in the footsteps of the golden dragon, and fell from the sky to the ground with a muffled bang.

You don't have to ask to know that it was none other than Fuzor Chamberberry who threw the javelin.

He didn't give the two metal dragons a chance to struggle and resist at all, and directly ordered his men to tie them up with thick magical chains.

Due to the battered and bleeding relationship, the two dragons struggled twice and soon fell into a dying state of weakness, forced to accept the cruel reality of being a captive.