Climbing mountains, especially the kind of steep cliffs that are off the beaten track and have a large river running through them, is an absolute nightmare for all climbers.

Despite being the largest northeast to southwest running river north of Baldur's Gate, the Meandering River is actually divided into two parts, upstream and downstream.

The upstream source is called the Snake Tail River, and the fresh water sources come from the Supreme Forest, the Viper Mountains adjacent to the Supreme Forest, and the Cherimba Marsh further west, and finally converge at the three-way junction north of the Bariskell Bridge, and flow downstream into Sword Bay.

Troll's Claw, on the other hand, is one such mountain that stands on both sides of the upper reaches of a zigzag river.

Although it does not occupy a large area, its geographical location is very important for both warring parties.

Standing on the top of the hill, you can overlook almost the entire battlefield below, as well as the movement of enemy troops.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no ready-made road to the top of the mountain, and the only way to climb was to climb the rugged and steep rock walls and slopes, one of them would have rolled down and turned into a corpse to be eaten by the local trolls, who would have been fighting around the favorable terrain that occupied the heights.

You must know that since the troll's claws completely encircle the entire river on both sides, both the Baldur's Gate side and the Santil Fort side will actually face a two-front battle.

One of the battlefields is located on the north bank of the Meandering River, and the other is located in the Land of the Dead on the south bank of the Meandering River.

If you only concentrate your forces and want to gamble everything on one battlefield, then it is very likely that the enemy will sneak across the river and stab you in the ass, and completely collapse and be defeated under the attack from both sides.

On top of that, the mountains cut off the normal view, so that neither of the two battlefields could see the other side.

The Santil Fort side is a bit better, with a relatively large number of casters such as mages, warlocks, and priests, who can cast flying magic or magic eyes to observe at all times, and then notify the other side through magic such as teleportation.

But for Baldur's Gate, which has relatively little magic power, things get quite troublesome.

Although Shalovok also has a small number of mages and warlocks under his command, he can't match the family foundation that Santil Fort has accumulated through years of training.

What's more, the arcane magic resources around Baldur's Gate have long been monopolized by Habathar Delin, who has been promoted to the rank of legendary lich.

Without his nod of permission, where would any mage who was in this area dare to stand in line casually.

Once you accidentally offend this big guy and cause the sales and supply channels of the "witchcraft grocery store" to be cut off, it is not much different from being sentenced to death for most low-level arcane spellcasters.

It's hard to get even a lot of important spell casting materials, and there's no way to quickly exchange the equipment, props, and potions you make for money.

After all, not all mages waste time and energy learning to master the ability of [Spell Casting and Avoiding Materials].

Thankfully, through his men's efforts, Shalophok managed to win the support of a cult of shadow druids in the Cloak Forest.

The latter's ability to manipulate and talk to animals successfully makes up for its lack of magical reconnaissance and communication capabilities.

But the price was that after winning the war and becoming the ruler of West Hartland region, he had to order that the people were forbidden to cut down forests and trees, that no one should be allowed to hunt in the forests, and that all mines and metal smelting industries should be closed to ensure that the great forces of nature controlled the land.

There is no doubt that just listening to these requests will give you an idea of what virtue the Shadow Druids are.

They are the extreme lunatics who like to slaughter villages and destroy towns the most, trying in vain to wipe out all civilization, industry, agriculture and excessive population, and restore the world to the most primitive and barbaric state of the jungle.

But what the Shadow Druid Order didn't know was that Shalovok had no intention of fulfilling his promise at all, and that its real purpose was to create a horrific massacre, preferably with all the soldiers on both sides dying.

In this way, a large amount of killing and death will stimulate the divinity and divine power of Baal in his body, until the spark is ignited and the god inherits his father's blood throne in place.

Therefore, whether it is an army urgently recruited under his command, a Shadow Druid Sect, or a bandit, adventurer, and mercenary who join for money, land, and noble titles, they are all resources and consumables on the path to becoming gods.

Their only value is to die all on the battlefield and bring more kills to the enemy before they die.

As for winning or losing, become the king of the mortal world and gain more wealth, fame, land, beauty, and power......

Excuse me.

These things that are incomparably precious in the eyes of mortals, Shalofok, who is detached from low-level tastes, is not interested at all.

Right now, he was sitting in the largest tent in the camp, feeling that the power belonging to the murder god Baal was becoming restless with the continuous killing of small groups of cavalry outside, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, and he asked without raising his head: "How long will it take for our army to be fully assembled and reorganized?" ”

"At least five hours, Your Excellency."

A male officer who replaced the former Duke of Iltan's cronies and was in charge of the Flame Fist mercenaries hurriedly stepped forward and replied.

In any case, Shalovok became the Duke of Baldur's Gate and took power through the normal process.

Therefore, no matter how many people within the Flame Fist mercenaries miss Iltan, they must now obey the orders given by the new commander.

Otherwise, they will not be able to receive a good salary, and they are even at risk of being disbanded in place.

"It's too slow! Send someone to urge those who are still on the march to speed up. ”

There was a clear sense of dissatisfaction and impatience in Shalovok's tone.

He knew very well that the identity of his son of Baal would not be hidden for long, and that it would soon become known to everyone.

So the sooner the decisive battle is launched, the better.

Otherwise, if it drags on, there is a high risk of change.

Especially if his true intentions are known by his subordinates, the army of tens of thousands will fall apart in minutes.

"Your Excellency, our soldiers now march fifteen hours a day, almost from dawn to dark.

This is almost the limit.

If you speed up again, I'm afraid that there will be many people who can't stand it and choose to run away.

What's more, even if they dragged their tired bodies to the battlefield, they probably wouldn't be able to jump into battle right away.

After all, the enemy arrived on the battlefield several days ahead of us.

And there are a large number of trolls, ogres, orcs, gnolls, goblins, and other monsters among their soldiers.

They have far more advantages than us in terms of endurance and bearing casualties.

In addition, Santil Fort has a wealth of war experience due to its perennial conquests.

The organization and obedience of the Church of Bane, the God of Tyranny, are the strongest in the Continent of Faeron.

I don't think you should rush to play against them, and you should make sure you don't make any mistakes first. ”

Another officer cautiously suggested.

I have to say that there are still people who understand in Baldur's Gate, and they know that the odds of winning this war are actually very low for their own side.

Rather than take the initiative to attack and start a decisive battle, it is better to set up a camp in place and hold on, and then ask for help from Waterdeep in the north or Ammu in the south.

In fact, if you look at the history of the rise and expansion of Fort Santil, no city-state can stand alone against the evil army that unites around the church of Banne.

Excluding the interference of those top powerhouses, from the Sea of the Moon to the Sea of Falling Stars, there are only a handful of countries capable of defeating them in a head-on war.

Among them, the earliest feudal kingdom of mankind, Cormier, is one of them, the red-robed mage ruling Searle is also one of them, and the Mulholland Empire is barely one.

As for the rest, it is basically difficult to make any waves in the face of the formidable military force of Santil Fort and the infiltration, assassination, and control of the Santarin Society.

The towns that are heavily occupied by the Bane Church are a living example.

If it weren't for the Harperists League led by Ilminster, it is estimated that the west of the Moon Sea and the Sea of Falling Stars would have been the sphere of influence of the Bann Church long ago.

"Humph! Are you afraid of our enemies? ”

Shalovok jerked his head up and stared at the other with a slightly contemptuous and sarcastic look.

The officer hurriedly shook his head and explained: "No, Your Excellency, you have misunderstood, I just want to win at the lowest cost. ”

But Shalovok immediately interrupted with a sneer: "Misunderstanding? Hahahaha!

I don't think it's a misunderstanding.

Look at your fearful look!

Listen to what you just said!

You're just scared!

In fear!

If the soldiers of Baldur's Gate think like you, how can we defeat Fuzor Chamberry and drive the army of Santil Fort out of the sea?

Remember!

From now on, I don't want to hear anything about growing up and destroying my own prestige!

All you have to do is obey my orders!

Got it? ”

As the last word blurted out, both the servants loyal to Sharovok and the officers who had not been cleared out in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops were immediately shocked by the momentum unleashed by the son of Baal.

They did not dare to disobey the will of the supreme commander of the army at all, and could only respond loudly in affirmative.

Soon, under the orders of Shalovok, the Baldur's Gate side began to operate at full capacity.

Within a few hours, the soldiers who were still marching dragged their tired bodies into the camp one after another.

At this point, both warring sides have finally theoretically assembled all their teams.

Of the total, there were 12,000 men at Baldur's Gate, and more than 4,000 were reinforcements from surrounding towns like Belgoust.

As for the Fort, due to the cheating weapon of the Tyrant's Scepter, Fuzor Chamberbery was stunned to expand the number of monster armies under his command to the scale of 30,000, and more than 18,000 were ordinary goblins who existed as low-level coolies and cannon fodder.

No way.

The fertility and reproduction ability of this thing is so rebellious that it can almost be compared to cockroaches, rats, and mosquitoes.

No matter how harsh the natural environment is, you will always see these little green-skinned or brown-skinned people.

But the combat effectiveness of the average goblin......

I know everything.

To sum it up, don't hope for them.

In the Battle of Icewind Dale, the artifact Shattering Crystal, thousands of goblin armies flocked to the Ten Towns with unprecedented fervor frenzy, with the help of giants, barbarians, and other monsters.

But the result?

The guys were stopped by a militia of less than two hundred men and some armed civilians.

For every human they kill, goblins cost twenty to thirty casualties.

Such an outrageous battle loss ratio is enough to prove how far they are stretched.

Fuzor Chamberbury is undoubtedly very clear about the combat effectiveness of goblins, so he didn't expect them to play any key role at all.

In fact, recruiting goblins has only one real purpose, and that is to create chaos and drain the physical strength of enemy soldiers.

After all, killing people is quite physically demanding.

When the enemy is tired of killing goblins, and then send out elite orcs, half-orcs, and goblins, and cooperate with ogres, trolls, and giants to launch a fierce attack, which will inevitably cause huge casualties, and even collapse an infantry phalanx.

In addition, during the conquest of Soba, an important town near the Bariskell Bridge, Fuzor Chamberberry also made a trip to the Dragon Forest and reached a cooperation agreement with several green dragons living in it.

Therefore, in this big war that is about to break out, he firmly has the absolute upper hand in terms of both numbers and strength.

The only uncertain factor is Shalovk, the son of Baal, who has become very dangerous.

As a member of Bane's chosen people, who had worked with Samastre to study the mysteries of the Silver Fire, Fuzor Chamberbury knew all too well what it meant to be a son of God, especially a son of a Baal.

Although he also had a small amount of divine power from the god of tyranny in his body, it certainly couldn't compare to Shalophok, who was able to grow stronger by constantly devouring his brothers and sisters.

Once Shalovok's power has crossed a certain point, and even some of the authority of the priesthood of death and killing has been realized, even his own chosen people will not be able to compete with it.

The reason why Fuzol Chamberberry did not take advantage of the opponent's unstable foothold to launch an attack was actually because he was worried that a similar situation would occur.

Because Shalovok's various performances are too confident, even to the point of conceit.

Although Simon had sent another son of Baal, Fuzor Chamberberry did not believe that the stupid Aberdale would be a match for Shalovok.

Just as he was touching the beard on his chin and thinking about what to do next, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.

Before several other guards and mages around could react, Zuo Si walked out from the other side of the door and greeted with a smile: "Good morning." You don't see each other for a few days and you seem a little nervous? ”

"Nervous?

No, I'm just a little worried about the hole cards that the son of Baal called Shalovok has in his hands.

After all, the bridges and shoals near the Troll's Claw were the place where Baal, the murder god of the Year of Turmoil, fell.

Using this as a battlefield is prone to unexpected situations.

More than that, I'm interested in some of your recent actions.

If you don't mind, can you tell me what's going on with that newly-made Jebido Turan?

If memory serves, it was Sazastan who took the eye of the storm in the first place. ”

Fuzor Chamberbury looked up suddenly, his eyes glinting with curiosity and inquiry.

Ever since he took out the real Manzon and became the supreme leader of the Santil Fort and the Santarin, he has been able to get all sorts of information through the Dark Intelligence Network every day, including what happened in Searle.

"Didn't you already know the process through the intelligence network of the Santarin Society?

Why ask?

You must know that there are some things and secrets that mortals should not inquire about casually.

Too much curiosity will only hurt you! ”

Zuo Si warned meaningfully.

But Fuzor Chamberberry did not give up, and continued to try to analyze: "Jebido Turan should be one of the archmages of the Masked Mages Guild of Ascatla, and he is also a dwarf mage of the illusion department.

Since successfully seizing power from the Council of Six, he should be your subordinate.

In other words, you turned one of your own subordinates into a god in some unknown way, and you played Sazastan hard.

I think the head of the necromantic department of this red-robed mage must be about to hate you to death by now. ”

"So what? Can he still come and bite me? ”

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

Anyway, few people know what happened during the god ceremony.

One of those in the know, Visharon, has been transformed into a devil, and it's also a traveling mage's minon card, so there's no way he'll reveal its secrets.

As for the few remaining insiders, they are not mortals at all, but high gods.

First of all, the biggest beneficiary, Jebido Turan, who had just become the god of necromancy and lich, would certainly not tell the truth.

The second is Talos, the storm god who has been watching the development of events from beginning to end, with his violent, irritable, and devastating personality, he doesn't bother to explain anything to weak mortals.

Finally, Midnight, the goddess of magic, who is in a state of anxiety, is also impossible to reveal the secrets of mortal gods.

Therefore, no matter how the outside world speculates, what Zuo Si has to do is not to reveal any key information, maintain this sense of mystery that makes people reverie infinitely, and even make others have a strong awe and fear of themselves.

"It's really you, and it's really fearless. Maybe that's why the great Bane likes you! To be a tyrant is to stay strong and keep the weak at your feet. ”

Seeing that he couldn't ask for any useful information, Fuzor Chamberry quietly complimented him and decisively ended the topic.

However, he did not give up, but planned to wait until the war was over, and let Xi Manmeng investigate the relevant personnel.

Especially in the desert of the Purple Dust Plains, Vishalon dug out the eye of the storm.

Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed the other party's thoughts and intentions, smiled disappreciatively, and then asked, "When are you going to start a decisive battle?"

You must know that the longer the time drags on, the more likely it is to cause interference from external forces.

Waterdeep, in particular, and the Cormier Kingdom are now starting to get a little on the move.

Needless to say, you also know that those masked lords and guild leaders have always tried to maintain their absolute leadership position in the Sword Sea area.

This, combined with external pressures from trade alliances and a rapidly deteriorating business environment, has led to a strong willingness to do something to prove their hegemony in the region.

The current king of the Cormir kingdom, Yasan IV, is a man of great ambitions.

This can be seen from the fact that he traveled thousands of miles across the entire Falling Star Sea to support Thoreman in the north of Serre, and repelled the army of nomadic tribes from the endless wasteland.

His Majesty had not taken action before, mainly because of the instability caused by the sharp fluctuations in domestic food prices.

Now, with Sambia in the grip of civil war, food prices have become more and more normal with the closure of the borders, freeing up their hands to wage war.

With the strength of the Cormier Purple Dragon Knight and the Battle Mage, you can cut off your way back to Santil Fort at any time. ”

Fuzor Chamberbury was silent for a moment, and immediately responded: "Give me a day!"

This time tomorrow I'm going to set up a battle with Shalovok.

But are you sure that the son of Baal named Aberdale will actually succeed in killing Shalovok?

How do I think there is something wrong with his brain, giving him a feeling of being both impulsive and stupid? ”

Zuo Si chuckled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm not already here?"

Even if Aberdale fails, it's nothing.

I also have a lot of options to choose from.

What's more, I also plan to find out the current state of the murder god Baal through the fateful battle of these two sons of Baal. ”

"The state of the murder god Baal? Didn't he die at the hands of Ciric in a turbulent year? ”

Fazor Chamberberry frowned in confusion.

"To correct it, in fact, Baal died as a result of the god of thieves Musk's transformation of the god-killing sword.

At that time, Shirek was only a mortal and had no power to kill a god.

Also, what makes you think that a god who is dead is completely dead?

Even Bane was able to return from the astral plane, not to mention Baal, who had foreseen his death and had countless heirs.

In fact, the three gods of death who fell in the turbulent year did not die completely at all, but all left a back door to resurrection.

The back door of Bane, the god of tyranny, is his son of a god who has become a demigod;

Mirkor, the god of death, preserved his divine power, divinity, and part of his essence in the artifact, the crown of horns, at the moment of death, waiting for the opportunity to return again;

The god of murder, Baal, has created countless descendants in batches, intending to regather his power by killing and devouring each other, and finally achieve the goal of resurrecting in the body of the last son of Baal.

In other words, Baal, who is still lying in the astral plane, is actually conscious.

Each killing and devouring of the Sons of Baal increases his power and attracts his attention......"

Zuo Si did not hide anything, and generously stated the layout of the God of Murder on the eve of the arrival of the turbulent year.

You know, the Son of Baal wasn't made in just a few years, as many people think.

Quite the opposite!

This process may last for one or two hundred years or even two or three hundred years.

In particular, long-lived races such as dragons, elves, and giants need about a hundred years to grow into adulthood, so they must be sown early.

On the contrary, humans, goblins, orcs, and other relatively short-lived races are basically mass-produced on the eve of turbulent years.

Therefore, the age gap between the sons of Baal is very staggering, there are blue dragons like Abazigo who have even grown up with their sons, and little ones like Sancho and Aemon who are not yet eighteen years old.

"So...... Are you going to kill the resurrection plan of the murder god Baal, and then prop up one of your own people to ascend to the throne? ”

Fuzor Chamberbury seemed to sense something, and two bright lights burst out of his eyes.

"Hehe, that's just the most insignificant part of the whole huge plan.

For the Sons of Baal and the Empty Throne of Blood, I had a perfect idea a long time ago.

Whoever wants to join the game, or wants a piece of the pie, will be my enemy.

Oh, and by the way, make sure to kill all the monster bandits, shapeshifters, and shadow druids under Shalophok's command.

I don't want to go to great lengths to clean them up after taking Baldur's Gate. ”

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si left a playful expression for the Moon Sea Tyrant, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

Fuzor Chamberbury sat in his chair and savored the meaning, and after about two or three minutes he stood up and began to give the order, so that the army, which had been resting for several days, began to move.

He placed his main force on the plain on the south bank of the Meandering River, some distance from the Land of Death.

The rest of the army held the open ground with the best view on the north bank, preventing the cavalry of Baldur's Gate from crossing the river at a relatively shallow water level and launching a surprise attack around the rear.

Since the only bridge over the Meandering River, the Bariskell Bridge, was on the side of Fort Santil, Fuzor Chamberberry was able to move his army quickly without having to ride a raft or find a shallow place like his opponents.

……

On the other side, less than ten kilometers away, at the top of the peak of Troll's Claw, Aberdell and his party were sitting in a clearing to rest.

The reason why they chose to climb up with all their might was to occupy a vantage point where they could condescend to observe the entire battlefield, and then find and lock on to the location of Shalofok, waiting for the opportunity to launch a decapitation raid on it.

To this end, the team also obtained a group teleportation scroll from the last clone of Manson.

This scroll allows everyone to teleport anywhere in sight in an instant.

Don't think it's crazy to take the head of the enemy in the midst of all armies.

In the continent of Faeron, the same tactic is actually quite common when high-level spellcasters are involved.

That's why many powerful rulers must have a certain class level, or even be a powerful warrior or spellcaster themselves.

In many ancient aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, there are very few wastes or ruined children.

Because it is impossible for any family that has such a situation to continue to the present.

He had already died in frequent wars and clashes by the enemy's beheading, and in the end the entire family was slaughtered.

So in Feeron, a nobleman can be described as arrogant, evil, cunning, insidious, cruel, cold, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, but rarely stupid.

"How long are we going to wait here?"

After drinking a little clean mountain spring water, Aberdell wiped his face and couldn't help but ask.

I don't know if it's the influence of Baal's bloodline, or the desire to avenge his adoptive father Grion, or the anger caused by being framed, in short, his face looks quite scary at the moment.

In particular, the blood vessels under the skin faintly burst out near the forehead and cheeks, forming a very strange pattern and pattern.

If Zuosi or Shalophok were here, they would have recognized the patterns almost exactly as they had been after they had become Killers.

Jasila undoubtedly sensed this, and responded in a slightly worried tone: "Looking at the posture of the two sides, it should start at this time tomorrow."

That is, we need to stay in the mountains for at least a day or two.

How are you feeling right now?

Did you notice something amiss? ”

Aberdell clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and replied, "I'm fine!"

It's never been better!

It seems that there is an inexhaustible strength in the body!

This time, I must cut off Shalovok's head with my own hands to honor Glion.

At the same time, let him understand what the price of provoking us is. ”

"Be careful, I think you've been getting more bloodthirsty lately, and you're getting more and more emotionally out of control. That's not a good sign! Jasila reminded in a low voice.

"Rest assured, my anger will only be poured out on the enemy."

Aberdale apparently did not take the warnings of his adoptive father and friend to heart, but instead looked forward to the coming war.

In contrast, the other son of Baal, Aemon in the team, had apparently not yet awakened, did not feel the restlessness of the blood, and still maintained a quirky style and cheerful personality, relying on Atio to flip through a book on the principles and primers of magic.

Probably because she had become acquainted with the relationship, she was no longer as afraid of the white bear cub as she was at the beginning, and she liked to be with it very much.

On the one hand, there is a sense of security, and on the other hand, a girl of her age rarely resists the temptation of a furry and cute animal.

After all, when not in combat, Atio usually maintains himself in the size of a sub-adult black bear, which looks round and cute, and not dangerous at all.

"Hey! Xiaobai, if I become a powerful mage in the future, how about you become my magic pet? ”

Ammon abruptly put down the book in his hand and reached out a finger to poke Atio's soft belly.

"Woo-woo-"

Without hesitation, the white bear cub shook his head desperately in refusal.

It felt that if it dared to betray its master, even if it was lucky enough to survive, it would probably be punished by forcibly dismantling the eggs.

As a bear determined to pass on its genetics, it has long been prepared to find 180 female bears as mates as soon as it reaches adulthood, and then give birth to hundreds of offspring.

Until then, we must keep the tools of reproduction, and we must not lose them.

"Why? Because of your master, who hasn't shown up until now? Ammon continued to ask with great interest.

She was full of curiosity about this mysterious person who never showed up.

After all, according to Jasila, if you can make the darling of great nature, the Beastmaster, do your bidding, the other party must be a rather powerful legendary druid or soul shaman.

“……”

Artio was visibly hesitant to tell the truth.

But in the next second, it suddenly sensed something, suddenly turned around, set its eyes on a huge rock at the top of the mountain, and roared at the narrow gap between the rock and the ground: "Roar!!!!!! ”

Moment!

The other members of the team sitting not far away were all alarmed.

Jasila, who was very alert, ran over and asked for the first time, "What's the matter?" Did you find something? ”

Since the druid has a natural ability to understand animals, she quickly understood what the white bear cub meant, and immediately whistled and summoned a squirrel from a nearby tree.

The latter, after receiving the command, quickly swooped into the crevice of the rock.

Within three or five seconds, there was a childish scream and curse.

"Ah!!! Damn it! What the fuck is this? I don't care about you! Get out of my pant leg! ”

"Yes...... Someone? And it sounds like a boy! ”

Khalid grew his mouth in surprise.

You know, this mountain is not just a mountain that anyone can climb.

Not to mention that there are no roads, and many places require ropes to climb, and the troll hunters that haunt the neighborhood alone are enough to become a nightmare for many novice adventurers.

Without the power of strong acid and fire, there is no way to stop the troll's unreasonable regenerative ability.

Dozens or even hundreds of gold coins of a copy of the fiery glue and strong acid bottles are not something that any adventure team can afford.

"Just force him out of the inside."

Jasila completed the spell with great speed.

In the blink of an eye, a large group of spiders the size of fists appeared out of thin air and rushed into the cracks in the stone at a great speed.

Many of them are fluffy and covered with colorful patterns, and just looking at them makes me panic.

The sharp mouthparts were enough to bite through the skin and leave a terrible wound on it.

There is no doubt that this is a typical two-ring druid magic [Flying Insects and Beasts].

Its effect is to summon a swarm of bats, rats, and spiders to scare and distract enemies, making it impossible to keep them focused.

This trick works well for those who are afraid of rats, bats, and spiders.

There is even an 80% or 90% chance of interrupting the opponent's casting, which is the best method that druids can use against spellcasters.

Such a terrifying picture instantly frightened Amon to the point of paleness, and subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, while uncontrollably trembling slightly and sweating profusely.

As a kind-hearted girl, she has begun to sympathize with the boy hiding inside, and stares at Jasila with fearful eyes, as if she were looking at a devil from the hell of Bartow.

In less than a few seconds, the crevice in the stone crevice was just as everyone expected, and there was a scream of ghosts crying wolves.

"Spider ...... Spider? Ahhhh!!!!!h No! Stay back! ”

Immediately after, a boy in a mage's robe rushed out of it, and even his head collided with the stone several times without any reaction, apparently frightened by the spider army.

You don't need to ask to know that he is none other than Sancho, the son of Barr who was left here by Zuo Si before.

He hid in to avoid Aberdale.

Unfortunately, this rebellious boy avoided the sight of humans, but he could not escape the animal's keen sense of smell.

"Don't run! Brat! I think you should explain how you got up and why you were avoiding us. ”

Montaro, the halfling thief, grabbed Sancho by the collar.

Maybe he saw that the other party was just a human child, so he didn't take it to heart, let alone draw his weapon.

But in an instant, he paid the price for his carelessness.

I saw Sancho suddenly raise his hand and make a very strange movement, and at the same time emit jerky syllables from his mouth.

"Not good! He's a mage! ”

Sal's face changed suddenly, and he raised his voice to warn his companions.

But apparently it was too late.

Before Montaro could react, he saw a large hand made of force fields sweep under his feet.

Bang!

Almost instantly, he lost his balance and fell backwards on his back, the back of his head colliding intimately with a protruding stone, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

The one-ring plastic energy spell [Bigbay Wrestling Palm] is also the lowest-level spell in the Bigbay Big Hand series spells.

The spell only lasts for a split second, stumbling at the target enemy, and does not actually deal any damage.

But the problem is that Montaro is clearly unlucky.

Although the spell did not cause any damage, the back of the fragile head made close contact with the stone during the fall, resulting in a temporary loss of consciousness.

It is not known whether the vital tissues located in the back of the brain have been damaged as a result, or whether they have been permanently disabled.

However, a seven or eight-year-old boy managed to cast a ring of magic, apparently shocking everyone in the team.

In particular, Ammon, who is interested in magic, has a big mouth, and you can almost see the small tongue in her throat and eyes.

She knew too well how difficult it was to learn magic, and she couldn't imagine that a little fellow who was only half her age was already a full-fledged mage.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Seeing that his partner was dealt with with with one move, the human mage Thrall immediately became angry, and raised his hand to shoot several magic missiles.

This is a common trick in spell duels.

No mage would expect a few missiles to kill each other, the real intent is to interrupt the focus of casting spells and buy them time to prepare for their next spell.

If it is against ordinary low-level mages and apprentices, the tricks of magic missiles must be tried and tested.

The problem is that Sancho is clearly no ordinary apprentice.

First of all, he is a powerful son of Baal who has awakened his divine power and divinity, and secondly, his spell-casting skills have been honed under the training of the mage tower consciousness and Zuo Si.

So what are the characteristics of Zuo Si's spell casting when the level is relatively low?

The answer is very simple, that is, you can be as dirty as you want, as insidious as you want, and you don't care what the process is, all in order to win the final victory.

Sancho, who had studied under Zuo Si, undoubtedly inherited this spirit, and instantly activated the [shield technique] that the robe gave him once a day to block the magic missile, and then to everyone's surprise, he did not continue to cast the spell.

Instead, he took out a handful of powder made from something he didn't know what it was from his pocket and threw it at the enemy in front of him.

Because he seized the upwind when he rushed out, this handful of powder was sprinkled and immediately drenched on the faces and bodies of Aberdale and his party under the strong wind blowing on the top of the mountain.

The moment the skin came into contact with the powder, an indescribable itch quickly swept through the body.

In less than a second, the surface of the skin is densely covered with a layer of creepy red spots.

Out of a knee-jerk reaction, everyone began to scratch their faces, necks, and arms frantically, not to mention continuing to maintain their concentration on casting spells, and even grabbing weapons was delusional.

The only thing everyone in the squad can do right now is scratch the itch desperately.

What's worse is that some of the powder enters the nerve-dense nasal cavity and mouth along the respiratory tract and cannot be grasped at all, and even the breathing is abnormal because of this.

Anyone with a modicum of modern medical knowledge can tell that this is a very serious allergic reaction.

And those unknown powders are the culprits that induce allergies.

But Sancho, who had been wearing a pair of dragonskin gloves throughout, was not affected at all, and quickly withdrew from a safe distance, curling his mouth into a devilish sinister smile.

In fact, the screaming and swearing just now were all deliberately pretended by him to confuse Aberdell and his party.

The purpose is naturally to lower the vigilance of the other party, rush out to seize the upper hand position, and then spill this deadly powder taken from his mentor's laboratory.

Because Zuo Si taught him that many times young age is a huge advantage.

As long as you use it well, you can completely defeat enemies who are several times stronger than yourself.

Today, Sancho has experienced this firsthand.

In the same way, he also understood why there was always a saying in the mage world that "a famous teacher makes a good apprentice".

Having a good mentor can save apprentices from taking a few years or even more than a decade of detours......

(End of chapter)