DOOOOOOMMM！

The third time the bell rang loudly, and before it, the wooden beams trembled and the walls cracked. The resonance caused by the previous ringing has not stopped, and this further bell ringing only adds to the dissonant sound.

Hearing the Skaven artifact Calamity Bell, some of the mortals whose willpower could not pass the test had already fallen into madness.

However, as the bell continued to ring, the deepest recesses of Baldur's Gate began to appear.

From the monastery on the edge of the collapsed city stepped an inconspicuous monk.

He had the simplest long hair, a red turban, the most rudimentary burlap clothes, leggings, no weapons in his hands, only two dragon tattoos from the palm to the arm, he looked very young, but thirty years old, black hair and black eyes, at first glance not a native of Baldur's Gate.

The Skaven found him and besieged him, but the warrior monk only folded his hands, and there was not a single ripple on his body, whether it was a throwing stone, a dart, a spear, or a machete in the nezumi's hand.

"Why do you want to break this peace? Mouse? ”

The warrior monk folded his hands in compassion, he looked at the hundreds of rats surrounding him in the middle, watched them frantically besiege him in vain without even hurting a single cold hair, and then looked at the Gate of Baldur, which had destroyed a large part of the city, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of anger.

"The world's martial arts, out of Shaolin."

The warrior monk kicked his legs violently, kicking the upper body of several ratmen in front of him into the air, his arms rotated, the red dragon symbolizing the flame and the blue dragon symbolizing the ice drew a circle along his movements, and his fists were sent, and the ice and fire dragons swept within a radius of a hundred meters, and all the ratmen evaporated on the spot.

"The secret of the dragon, my battle technique." The warrior monk raised one leg and put on a posture: "Buddhism is boundless, the donor does not listen to good words, and turns into a lion's roar!" ”

"Shaolin disciple Liu Kang meets the dragon in the wild!"

The warrior monk jumped out of a distance of dozens of meters with a dodge, he screamed and slammed his fists on the ground, and the nearby stone slabs and ground all turned into small broken stones, and the ice and fire dragons ascended to the sky, like a dragon's scorching flames and cold frost and snow explosions, destroying all the nearby enemies!

"Dragon-turning!"

The two fists were withdrawn, and then pushed, accompanied by the blazing fire wind and cold freezing rain, punch after punch, and the warrior monk only used a few moves to defeat the entire Skaven Rat Legion that attacked!

The nearby Bode people were stunned, and they only learned today that the warrior monk in the monastery who cleaned and carried water all day long, liked to play ball with children, and loved to drink wine and eat meat (especially roast lamb legs) was actually a legendary Dragon Venerable warrior monk.

Moreover, looking at him like this, it is very likely that he is a high-level legend!

"Ahh The Dragon Venerable continued to scream, but everywhere he passed, all the rats and rats were killed with a single blow!

On the other side, in the collapsed fruit shop, a tall black figure also got up from the cracked watermelons, apples, grapes, and durian marked today's sale, his head was still dripping with coconut juice, and the watermelon skin covered half of his head.

The owner of the fruit shop, Blonn, who was two meters tall and two meters away, roared angrily and recklessly, pouring out his primal fury at the nezumi, his majestic arms looked thicker than the waist of an ordinary woman, his muscular muscles bulged rapidly, and his muscles jumped up.

The fruit shop owner stomped on the ground with only one foot, and he pulled out a double-edged rune giant axe one meter seven long from the shop, carried it on his shoulder, and shook off the watermelon skin on the bald top.

"Bloom wants to sell fruit, you don't let Bron sell fruit, you make Bron angry!"

The fruit shop owner's brown eyes grew blood-red, and his already immensely muscular body swelled again in his roar, like a balloon, until his head hit the ceiling.

Barbarian - Berserk!

In the blink of an eye, the fruit shop owner Bron was three meters tall.

It wasn't over yet, as he inhaled again, the forces of nature surged around him.

Legendary Barbarian Rage - Boulder Ice Wind Rage!

Like a powerful ice storm that shook the earth, and like a boulder standing forever on the supreme ice field, Bron's body has swelled to a height of more than six meters, he is like a mountain of meat, the surface of the huge muscle mass full of infinite power gradually emerges the luster of eternal ice, the wind flows on his incomparably tough skin, and his thick chest hair, the whole person looks as terrifying as the legendary mammoth of the ice field!

"Stand behind Bron!" Roshan patted his chest vigorously and said to the nearby Bode people with his usual hearty smile, and then he erupted into an earth-shattering savage roar: "Ice !! ”

The big axe swirled, and under the hurricane of sharp blades, a whole street of rats and rats turned into a bloody rain and wind!

This explosion has really woken up too many beings in Baldur's Gate!

At the entrance of the Rainsdorf Chamber of Commerce Mansion in Uptown, the Great Trench Merchant Rainsdorf watched the battle with cold eyes, his two legendary guards were fighting the Skaven Grey Prophet, and Jerry Rainsdorf thought about what business opportunities this explosion could bring to him, and quietly opened the trade permit granted to him by the Lord of Mankind.

The legendary Echo Knight Wagner sword is blazing, each blow can kill a heavily armed nezumi, and more importantly, each attack of Wagner has a probability of calling for a "Echo" clone of his own, as the battle continues, the Legendary Echo Knight fights more and more, and the fight becomes more and more fierce.

Eventually, the Great Trench Merchants of Human Supremacy began to obtain a trade license from the Lord of Mankind.

- Clusters of phosphorus fire exploded abruptly in the rat colony.

Ghostly whispers rang out from the burning air, and shadows emerged from the infernal flames, condensing into shape—pitch-black armor, hollowed-out bone ornaments, and four Imperial Curse Legion warriors entangled in the flames of the Aether!

The entire city is in flames, and the nezumi are determined to poison the water source of Baldur's Gate.

As the Blight Clan poured their Plague Censer and Cauldron containing the Great Horned Plague into Baldur's Gate's City Fountain System, a thunderous rain of water bombs swept through the plague up and down.

It wasn't until the last plague monk was shot in the head by a water bomb that his brain exploded, and the existence of the spring was revealed.

The five-meter-tall, utterly water-elemental body of the legendary water elemental, Arturo, slowly crawled out of the spring, its entire body shrouded in hazy waves, revealing only a pair of hateful eyes in the forward mass of water.

Born in the ancient years of the continent of Abor-Torrell, Arturo is a god and demon descendant born from the melting of a pure ice ball from the water elemental plane during the fall during the separation.

Born to be legendary.

"Today, Arturo is also joining the hunt." The legendary god and demon descendant was furious because he was disturbed, it turned into a wave form, and followed the nezumi army formation, the whole process was only the sound of waves, his movements were beautiful and almost cruel, like a cold elegy for the soul, the first and last feeling of the nezumi was a deadly storm through the body, a trickle, corresponding to a nezumi, the sound of the wave flowed, and a life fell.

The water slid through the front of the chest and out from the back, and the turquoise waves gently slid into the gaps in the armor and skin, dissolving the victim's internal organs into a liquid in a matter of milliseconds, and the water containing the laws of the water system swept by, and Skaven's body exploded, leaving only a mist of blood.

Downtown, the "Devil's Tip" shop.

Two richly dressed, slightly reddish-skinned, aristocratic human males stood side by side, staring at the entire army of Skaven ratmen that had completely surrounded them.

The nezumi legion is led by a nezumi warlord and a grey prophet, and the enemy is more than 2,000 people, and the only two people stand in front of the devil's tip shop, protecting the shop.

Long spears and short cannons, rotating shock drills, aiming slings, and a forest of storm rats were aimed at them.

However, these two old men seem to be very relaxed, one of them is the bald singer, Aaron's old acquaintance, the big devil Morgan, who is checking the quality of the soul coins he has just received, and the other one......

"You shouldn't be here, Morgan." The aristocratic man with a brown flat head and a handsome and elegant face, who from time to time recited some of the details of the extra-thick primordial contract, folded his hands behind his back: "What attracted the presence of His Excellency Morgan, one of the favorite great devils of the Third Prison Grand Duke Maman?" Is it for that Enriyes lover of yours, or is it for some other purpose? ”

"Curiosity kills not only cats, but also a great devil, Raphael." The bald singer Morgan tossed a soul coin into the air, and the Great Devil tested his junior in a flirtatious tone: "Didn't your father Mephistopheles teach you?" ”

"My father taught me that every action of the devil must have its reasons, but what about yours? Morgan, Morgan, we're friends, aren't we? ”

Standing beside Morgan was Raphael, the son of Mephistopheles, the son of Mephistopheles, the devil's archduke of the eighth hell of Bato.

"Since Mephisto taught you, didn't he tell you what I was doing? Raphael, it seems that you are not as favored as you say. Morgan calmly spoke to Raphael.

Raphael's eyes moved.

Since his father participated in the grand celebration of Salian and obtained one of the Nine Books of Salian, he studied the knowledge and magic of the Nine Books of Salian all day behind closed doors, looking for a way to defeat Asmodeirs, the Lord of the Nine Prisons, Raphael finally got the opportunity to come out and act.

According to secret sources, Morgan, the Great Devil of the Third Prison, and Aaron Salian have frequent contact and close communication.

If the Nine Books of Salian can provide the knowledge and strength to defeat Asmodeus, then it must also provide itself with the knowledge and strength to defeat his father...... Or at least overthrow the knowledge and power of Zariel, Grand Duke of Aphners, the First Prison!

Interesting.

Morgan glanced at Raphael with a praising look, for the orderly and evil camp, it is the most basic requirement to be moody, and then it is appropriate to use emotions to seduce the other party, and as for cooperating with someone like Aaron, it is necessary to further show honesty and gain the trust of the other party.

Raphael at least cultivated to the level of moodiness.

"I propose that we have a game." Morgan blinked at all the Skaven men who surrounded him: "The stake is, a thousand soul coins!" We bet on who will destroy the rat people more. ”

Raphael looked a little stunned, and for a moment, he opened his mouth to bargain, but soon his more greedy look covered the expression of surprise: "Ten thousand, with one condition, you are absolutely interested." ”

"On what terms?" Morgan really came to be interested, the son of the Grand Duke seems to have a lot of money?

"I won, you introduced me to Aaron Salion, I lost, I tell you the news of a treasure in my father's treasury...... I heard you've always been interested in color-resistant relics, haven't you? "Rafael is very confident.

"Deal." Morgan grinned.

Behind them, the portal to hell opened, and columns of legionnaires, berserkers, and nightmare demons who had participated in the bloody battle of the abyss drove into battle.

The Great Devil tosses a Soul Coins.

"The moment the coin hits the ground, the game begins."

"Crush them!"

The bloody elite devils and the Skaven rat collided head-on, and an entire block collapsed and collapsed in the tumbling and collision between the two, and the two big devils kept casting spells and fighting, tearing a bloody passage in the nezumi line.

Chaotic battles raged one after another, and every corner of the city was in the midst of the battle.

Even some species that are usually completely hidden in the dark have appeared.

The legendary Mind Flayer Monarch disguised as a female Sun Elf noblewoman swept through all the living creatures in front of him, desperately unleashing his psychic abilities everywhere, he seemed to be particularly angry today, and his psychic ability guidance was fully opened, and a group of rat people were pinched into a huge lump of flesh in the air under his guidance.

Powerful Shaped Blast!

One by one, the Sovereign's psionic bombardment ignites the flesh balls, and the legendary Mind Flayer stands beneath the statue of Baldur's Gate founder, Bodan, who unfolds a black hole leading to the astral plane, sucking all the nearby nezumi into the black hole.

"You're not welcome here, rats." The Legendary Mind Flayer Monarch stared at the half-destroyed city, distant memories coming back to his mind, and a long-lost sense of pain and irritability made it show great anger at the nezumi: "At least, I'm very unwelcome. ”

The Mind Flayer stopped above a stone arch bridge in Uptown, and all the nezumi who tried to cross the bridge were shattered to pieces by psychic abilities.

Not far from the bridge, the wrath of Ambori, the goddess of the sea, has descended, and the tsunami has swept away all the nezumi who tried to attack the temple of Amberi, while the Naga royal guards and the army of Sahua fishmen who have been emerging from the ocean are stabbing their prey in the belly with their tridents.

As one legend after another emerges, either actively or passively, many of the nezumi legions raging in the upper and lower cities have been defeated, and Baldur's Gate is waking up from surprise attacks.

Since then, the first wave of Skaven's onslaught, which took advantage of the Dimensionstone nuclear bombardment, was a failure.

The Generalissimo of the Marching Path of the Skaven Rats, Benjamin Netanya from the Voltkin clan, sensed that something was wrong.

The Horned Rat God is on top!

The enemy is far much stronger than we imagined!

The magic elements of the rat ~ rat ~ world are much thicker, and the enemies of the rat ~ rat ~ world are also much stronger!

Netannian rats soon realize that the only way they can win this war is to ring the bell of calamity.

"Knock ~ Knock ~ Ring the bell for me!"

The thirteen-headed Grey Prophet constantly channeled energy into the Calamity Bell.

DOOOOOOOOMMMMMM！！！

This is already the fourth bell ringing.

Ring the Calamity Bell thirteen times, and the great Horned Rat God will come to His new Skaven Magic Capital!

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

(End of chapter)