A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Father, what do you want to do with this Eye of God?"

Nimedona looked at the Eye of Destruction sealed inside a crystal sphere and asked in an uncertain tone.

As a goddess of nature, she is no stranger to the power of thunder, fire and storm, and these are even part of the great nature.

Among the several legendary spells she has mastered, there are also spells that are similar to summoning thunder clouds to create a thunderstorm area out of thin air.

To a certain extent, if the storm god Talos were not too chaotic and keen on destruction, he could be regarded as one of the gods of nature.

After all, the things that Silvanus, the god of nature and the father of the oak tree, did when destroying towns and protecting wilderness and woods were not fundamentally different from the former.

The only difference is that Talos's destruction was random, while Silvanus's destruction was planned and purposeful.

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

After all, this thing is an incredibly powerful killer.

And it is very likely that it is still under the control of its original owner.

So I'm not going to act rashly.

Even if you want to use it to build a weapon or equipment, you must first use the power of the Planeswalker Spark to completely transform the divine power contained in it.

What, do you desire it? "

Nimedona stared at the two emerald-green eyes and hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "I don't know exactly, I just feel that these eyes have an inexplicable attraction. Whenever I see them When it happens, I will feel very happy and happy.”

"That's probably because I used too many relationships that symbolized natural green mana when I created you.

Of course, it does not rule out that your own original divine power and divinity are 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 doesn't control it, you will slowly sway towards the chaotic camp due to the power it contains.

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

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

I guess you don’t want to become like this, right?

Remember, there are many definitions of nature, and never limit yourself to one that is too narrow.

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

The forest and wilderness he represents are nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the face of the endless universe.

As a special demigod with divinity and divine power, you must stand as high as possible and see further.

Only in this way can you become extra powerful. "

It was almost effortless for Zuo Si to see through the reason why the God of Nature would be attracted to this eye.

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

After all, hurricanes, hail, thunder, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, heavy rains, floods, forest fires and other terrible disasters are originally the most cruel, cruel and violent aspects of natural forces.

Even the god of nature, Silvanus, will use the power of these natural disasters and even diseases to realize his so-called "sacred cycle" and "one system balance" theory.

But in Zuo Si's eyes, these two gods can be classified into the category of "enemies of civilization", and they need to use force to repeatedly suppress, or control, or clean up their believers and churches within their sphere of influence.

Especially those radical Druids who believed in Silvanus found that it was absolutely right to destroy one.

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

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

What they have done is even beyond the reach of many anti-human regimes that are considered to be the most heinous crimes on earth.

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

They even control animals to eat living people, bury corpses in the soil and plant plants on top, so that the rotting corpses become nutrients for the growth of trees.

If they decide to clean up an area, they may also deliberately let the bodies rot to create deadly germs.

Then control the spread of germ-carrying rats and bats to the surrounding areas until a large number of residents in the area become sick and die, and are no longer able to expand into the wilderness in a short period of time.

Obviously, the druids of Faerûn are completely different from the "quiet and peaceful" image in many games, stories and film and television works, who like to hide alone in the forest and live a secluded life.

A large number of these guys are more like the most extreme and completely dehumanized environmentalists in modern society. They are also indifferent observers and cruel enforcers.

When the expansion of civilization does not threaten the forests and wilderness, they certainly will not be very aggressive.

But when there is a fierce conflict between the two, the druid will not hesitate to choose to become the enemy of the former.

It is estimated that only the sect that serves the Earth Mother Goddess Changdea will appear less threatening.

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

In contrast, Silvanus' understanding of nature is very narrow, limited to forests, wilderness, and swamps.

He simply doesn't understand or understand that when magic and technology develop to a certain level, you can actually transform the natural environment as you like.

Overprotection does nothing good except keep the world in a savage, primitive state.

Needless to say, there is no need to talk about technology. As long as enough manpower and cost are invested, even the vast desert can be rejuvenated bit by bit through tree planting.

As for magic, the Netherese have proven through practical actions that they can not only do it, but do it better.

In their most glorious golden age, the great arcanist Marvin invented the eleven-ring magic [Marvin's World Weaving Technique].

This spell can change the climate within the area of ​​influence at will according to the caster's will, and adjust it at 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 power.

Grand Arcanists can turn the cold Arctic into the tropics and the arid deserts into rainforests.

Each time it is cast, the climate within the area of ​​influence can be deflected by one level toward the poles or the tropics.

For example, if the area was originally a temperate zone, then a single release can turn it into a subtropical or subpolar zone.

Moreover, the effect is permanent and can be used repeatedly until it reaches the limit in both positive and negative directions.

What's even more outrageous is that [Marvin's World Weaving Technique] has a huge range of influence, almost 1.6 kilometers per caster level.

Combined with the fact that you need at least thirty-five Netherese arcanist levels to cast an eleventh-level spell, the minimum range of influence of this spell has a radius of fifty-six kilometers, which is almost an area of ​​5,200 square kilometers.

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

Therefore, modifying the natural environment is really not a big deal for Netheril.

As long as a great arcanist who can cast [Marvin's World Weaving Technique] is dispatched, the vast land can be made habitable in just a few days, or it can be turned into a restricted area for life.

According to historical records, this terrifying spell was used hundreds of times in the days of Netheril.

The fate of countless creatures was decided in a few gestures and syllables of the great arcane masters.

It's hard not to feel arrogant and arrogant when you have such terrifying authority and power.

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

Zuo Si wanted to know what the attitude of Silvanus, the father of the oak tree, was when the great arcanists were manipulating and changing the natural environment unscrupulously.

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

Obviously, this can only explain two problems.

One is that Silvanus is also a typical god who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He knows that he cannot offend Netheril, who is protected by the powerful first-generation magic goddess, so he can only bow his head and be a coward.

The other one is his believers and followers, who are nothing in front of the floating city and the arcane masters.

As soon as they made a little noise, they were immediately suppressed and killed without mercy.

After the collapse of Netheril, Silvanus began to peddle the theory of natural balance, and encouraged druids to join his command, and began to massacre villages in places like the Northland that lacked strong countries and political power. Destroy the town.

Zuo Si obviously knew very well that as he unified the west coast to establish a country and promote the development and expansion of civilization, it was only a matter of time before a conflict or even war broke out with Silvanus and his church.

And the latter will definitely get mixed up with the Harper Alliance.

This is why he chose to contact the beast god Mara when carving up the priesthood of Cyric.

Although the enemies of enemies are not necessarily friends, they can still contain the Church of the Oak Father to a certain extent.

As a person who takes one step at a time and likes to make decisions after careful consideration, Zuo Si has long ago begun planning to deal with the God of Nature and his followers who are strongly hostile to civilization.

However, unlike Cyric, who had to form a deadly feud and pull him down from the throne of powerful divine power, his conflict with Silvanus was just like the battle with Elminster. It was about thoughts and ideas. There is no need to differentiate between life and death.

Just clear the other party out of your own sphere of influence.

The God of Nature is used to deal with the trump cards of the Druid sect hidden in the deep mountains and forests.

The natural power and divinity she possesses are enough to snatch control of the nearby mountains and forests from any great druid, and even shake the faith of some druids, and eventually change their concepts and positions to become another person under Zuo Si's control. A force.

Attack the god of nature, Silvanus, and win over the forest goddess Melikai, the goddess of springs and peace Eddas, the ranger god Gueron Storm, the unicorn goddess Lari, and the sprout goddess Sionlia, making the existing The natural pantheon is slowly fragmenting.

When the time is right, let his own goddess Talona take her place and become the new god of natural cycles.

This was Zuo Si's secret plan.

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

One must be extremely cautious when dealing with a powerful divine force.

Of course, it is inevitable to include some gods who are united in favor of order and support the development of civilization, to challenge and put pressure on the father of the oak tree, forcing him to be unable to incarnate and directly intervene in the material world.

As his understanding of gods becomes deeper and deeper, Zuo Si has summarized many methods and techniques.

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

Nimedona had no idea what role the creator in front of her had arranged for her, and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what to do. But my understanding of my own divinity It’s still very vague and has never been able to realize its full potential.”

Zuo Si explained very patiently: "Divinity is a quality hidden deep in the soul. Only people with this quality are qualified to become gods. I believe you should have seen the process of Karsus becoming a god in the library. Yes, right?"

"Yeah, I've seen it. But what does that have to do with divinity?"

Nimidona blinked in confusion.

"Karsus took away the priesthood and divine power of the first-generation magic goddess, but he did not have divinity himself and was unable to ignite the spark of divinity to become a true god. This caused the magic network to go out of control.

So divinity is a very special thing.

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

Just the opposite!

Divinity is the most complex and difficult to explain part of the being that is God.

Even I still haven't figured out its meaning and function.

But one thing is certain.

When divinity accumulates to a certain level, it will transform from quantitative to qualitative changes into a bright spark of divinity.

The emergence of the divine spark means that this creature has become a quasi-god.

In addition, divinity also confers many extraordinary powers.

For example, the memory and learning speed are far beyond ordinary people.

Because of the divinity of Baal, Sancho easily completed the basic theoretical knowledge in just a few days that would take an ordinary mage apprentice several years to master.

If I guessed correctly, divinity should be closely connected with philosophy, concepts and values, and it also involves self-understanding.

It depends on what you are willing to believe, and firmly believe that that is the supreme truth, above all other substances and ideas.

Generally speaking, the more broadly defined this belief is and the more mortals who share it, the greater the power and influence of the god will be.

Of course, if it is something that exists objectively, such as the sun, death, magic network, planets, moon and other celestial bodies themselves, etc., even if there is not much mortal belief, the gods representing them will still be very powerful.

So my suggestion to you is to read more books about planes, universes, and time and space, and first establish a sufficiently grand and complete worldview.

Then use your own perspective to 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 changes during this process, you can always come to me. "

Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly told all his current research results on divinity.

You don't need to ask to know that he also wants to see what the God of Nature will look like after forming his own unique world view and values.

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

As long as they are willing, they can accept worship from mortals at any time and become true gods.

So if the test on Nimidona is successful, it means that the same effect can be produced on other gods.

"As you wish, Father."

Nimidona bent down, took Zuo Si's hand and kissed it lovingly, her eyes revealing undisguised closeness and infatuation.

Zuo Si cupped the cheek of the God of Nature and gently kissed him on the forehead in response.

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

It would obviously be too wasteful to directly convert and absorb it.

If it is used to create an artifact, it also requires time and energy to think and design.

It is better to give it to Sazastan, and then encourage the legendary lich to fight Velshalun, and let the two of them snatch what the other has in their hands at all costs.

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

Neither of them will give up this opportunity to become a god, and they will definitely fight.

When they fight to the point where both sides are injured, I will snatch back the eyes and the knowledge of the God Conferring Ceremony.

By the way, you can also buy the two artifacts [Death Moon Orb] and [Sakosil's Seat] in Sazastan's hand for free.

Oh, right.

There seems to be a demon lord named Eltab imprisoned in [The Seat of Zacosil]..."

Obviously, since Zuo Si has not signed any contract with Sazastan, let alone become an ally, he can plot against the other party without any scruples.

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

As for whether the chief of the necromancy department can keep the destructive power of the Eye of God after completing the transaction, that is none of his business.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't have the knowledge in Velshalon's hands, Sazhastan will not be able to use it even if he gets the Eye of the Storm, but will expose himself to danger.

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

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

Maybe the nosy Elminster, Simbu, Kelben, Lyra and others will form a group to knock on the door.

Like this, you can not only get enough benefits from it, but also distract the enemy's attention. At the same time, you can test how many powerful people worthy of attention are hidden in this land. No matter how you look at it, you can achieve multiple things with one stone and make sure you won't lose anything.

The most important thing is that what Zuo Si used was not a conspiracy but an outright conspiracy.

Even if Sazastan was aware of the sinister intentions behind the transaction, he could only swallow his anger and silently choose to accept it.

Whether it was out of hatred accumulated over centuries of fighting with Velsharon, or out of a desire to become a god, there was no way he would let this crucial item fall into the hands of others.

…

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

The leader of the Necromancer faction of the red-robed mage of Ser, Sazastan, has not yet realized what cruel tests and tortures he will soon face. Rui had a great time talking.

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

In addition, the Zhentarim had maintained a good cooperative relationship with the red robe mages during the period when Mansong was in power, so the two could be said to have a very happy conversation.

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

In exchange, he is willing to let Bane, the god of tyranny, become the mainstream faith of Ser, as long as the other party does not threaten his rule.

There is no doubt that the combination of these two people is definitely a terrible nightmare for the coalition forces composed of Sknubel and Eltoril City on the other side of the river.

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

Although the loss of thousands of soldiers caused by the previous defeat was not fully recovered, it was superior in quality.

After all, the combat prowess of goblins, orcs, and gnolls is obviously not comparable to that of trolls, ogres, and hill giants.

As long as the latter wears strong armor, they can beat any one they pick up. A small team of the former can run away with their heads in their arms.

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

You must know that the undead army under his command is not the kind of civilian cannon fodder that was dug out of graves casually and did not even have a professional level when they were alive.

Instead, they generally have professional ranks. When they were alive, they were either elite veterans and officers of Ser, or well-known local adventurers and mercenaries.

They either signed an agreement with Sazastan to sell their corpses after death in order to gain more wealth, power and social status while they were still alive, or they were secretly dug out and made into undead creatures after being buried.

Among them, the most numerous skeletons and zombies have been enhanced by magic.

A small number of vampires, ghouls, and wights with intelligence and self-awareness exist as commanding officers.

This is not a strange thing in Sale, which is ruled by red robes.

After all, the current behavior of stealing corpses should be restrained.

After more than ten years, the internal battles among the red-robed mages gradually intensified and eventually led to division and brutal civil war. All the bodies buried in the cemetery would be forcibly expropriated.

Yes!

You heard it right!

Just ignore the reaction of the deceased's family, forcibly dig out the corpse, and then transform it into undead creatures on a large scale!

At that time, there will even be a spectacle of living soldiers fighting side by side with their father, grandfather, grandfather, great-grandfather and other eighteen generations of their ancestors who have been dead for many years.

If the soldier dies, he will be quickly picked up and continue to fight for the red wizards in undead form until the body is damaged to the point that it can no longer be repaired.

This is undoubtedly far beyond the scope of what a joke from hell can describe.

By the time Sazastan won the war, Ser had completely become a country with more dead people than living people.

Undead creatures can even walk openly on the streets and obtain legal national status.

Those who were lucky enough to survive the war could only tremble under the siege of the undead and accept the protection of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny.

Of course, today's Sazastan is not that crazy yet.

After finishing the last topic, he immediately tried in a low voice: "Dear Sir Fu Zor Chanbury, when do you plan to launch an attack?

According to my observation, the legion under your command is already strong enough.

It is entirely possible to cross the Chongsa River, kill all the desperate resisters on the other side, and then capture the city of Eltoril.

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

I will let my mages and warlocks build a few magic bridges, and just push them across with overwhelming numerical advantage. "

The Tyrant of the Moon Sea smiled and replied: "Haha, that's actually what I planned.

However, in order to teach those metal dragons who came to join the battle an impressive lesson, I specially ordered someone to build a special weapon.

As soon as this weapon is completed, the attack will begin immediately.

By then, if those metal dragons still dare to lower their altitude and breathe dragon breath, the new weapons will make them taste pain and regret. "

When he said these words, Fu Zouer Chamberry's eyes flashed with evil.

"Special weapon?"

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

But before he could continue to ask, he saw the last clone of Mansong walking in from the outside holding a javelin emitting dark mist.

Without saying a word, this guy went up and gave Fuzoul Qianberry a warm hug, grabbed the latter's butt with both hands, and said excitedly: "I'll do what you want. Got it!

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

Their strong scales offer no protection at all, they will be penetrated in an instant and the blood will not stop flowing.

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

With it around, as long as those metal dragons dare to dive and attack, they will become lambs to be slaughtered in minutes. "

"here you go!"

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

This is why he tolerates the other party's harassment behaviors that go beyond the boundaries again and again.

When legendary mages like Manson are no longer enemies but allies, the benefits are simply not small.

If possible, Fuzoul Chamberlain actually wouldn't mind letting this clone transform into a young and beautiful woman with the help of magical power, and then the two parties would maintain a close lover relationship.

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

As for the tyrant of the Moon Sea, whose character is originally full of ambition and desire for control, it is naturally even more impossible for him to be Zero.

Therefore, Fuzuoer Qianberry has no good solution now, except to maintain this ambiguous relationship that makes him feel sick to his stomach.

Sazastan captured this scene keenly, with a strange glint in his eyes, but he did not expose it, but pretended that nothing had happened and asked: "Since we already have the weapons, can we Have you started attacking?"

"Of course! After it gets dark, let's show some color to those reckless guys."

After saying that, Fuzor Chambery winked at his cronies, a dark guard serving Bane.

The latter understood it instantly, turned around and left the huge camp, and issued orders to the officers to prepare for battle.

After a while, the originally quiet and lazy camp became restless, and from time to time, roars, growls, and wolf-like howls could be heard.

A large iron pot sponsored by Zuo Si for free was quickly set up, and various kinds of dried meat, dried fish, pickles, grains, beans and other foods were poured in, and then added with river water and simmered until it turned into a thick paste.

As for the saltiness...

Dried meat, dried fish, and pickled vegetables contain enough salt that no additional salt is needed.

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

But for monsters who can only get enough food in the wild, and salt can basically only be obtained by robbing caravans, it is a rare delicacy.

The most important thing is to eat plenty!

Even the cannon fodder goblins can have a good meal before the war begins.

Therefore, the morale of the monster army soon became high with the fragrance that filled the surrounding camp.

With such a big movement, it was naturally impossible for the coalition scouts responsible for reconnaissance on the other side of the river to miss it.

They did not dare to delay at all and quickly reported the news to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Delt, who had the LV17 paladin level.

The latter immediately held a combat meeting and formulated a defense plan.

Due to his previous successful experience, Delt once again planned the battlefield on the bank north of the Chongsa River, hoping to make full use of this natural barrier to block a large number of enemies on the opposite side, instead of relying on the city's walls and fortifications. Stick to it.

Although some people objected to this, it was felt that a guy as cunning and cunning as Fu Zouer Chambery would definitely not fall in the same place twice.

But Delt's last victory was so brilliant that most soldiers and adventurers were more willing to trust his judgment.

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

In addition, this guy believes in the guardian god Heim. Almost all believers of this god are more or less stubborn, so no one can persuade him to change his mind.

Finally, when night fell, Delt led the allied forces to mobilize. Not even a single person stayed in the city to look after their homes, but they all went to the river bank to form an array.

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

Fuzuoer Qianberry, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, immediately ordered the entire army to attack.

While the enemy was in a daze and could not react, countless hobgoblins riding wargs roared past, rushing towards the crossbowmen and slashing wildly.

Behind them were ordinary goblins riding [Goblin Dogs].

This is a large rodent that looks a bit like an ugly mastiff. It is about one meter and a half long and weighs about thirty to forty kilograms. It can only be ridden by small people such as goblins, kobolds, gnomes and halflings. take.

Not only do they exude a foul odor, but they also carry a non-lethal fungus on their skin that can infect anyone who comes into contact with a rash, which can even lead to disfigurement.

While the combination of goblins and goblin dogs is not at all powerful, any experienced human soldier can kill them in one-on-one combat.

But because there were fierce hobgoblins and wargs leading the charge, they rushed in and caused quite a bit of chaos.

In particular, the goblin dog's skin is covered with red spots, hives, and constant falling debris, which is enough to make anyone who sees it feel numb on the scalp, itchy, and uncomfortable.

Women who are very concerned about their beauty are constantly retreating.

They would rather face the evil dragon and be sprayed to death than have those skin flakes carrying germs fall on them.

"Don't be afraid! Keep your formation! They are just some weak goblins! Kill them all!"

Delt split the goblin and the goblin dog in half with one sword, and shouted at the top of his lungs at the soldiers under his command.

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

Unfortunately, it's too late now.

If a retreat is ordered at this time, the defensive formation will immediately collapse, and then they will be chased by hobgoblins and ordinary goblins riding wargs.

It would be good if only one tenth of them could return to the city alive.

Even if the remaining people have the city wall as a support, it is absolutely impossible to withstand the tide-like impact of Zhentil Castle's army.

Therefore, the only thing we can do now is to hold on, hoping to repel the enemy's first and most violent attack, and seize the opportunity to retreat quickly during the repair period.

Of course, this is not an easy thing.

Because the coalition forces, dominated by the human race, have no night vision capabilities at all, they can only rely on torches and a small amount of magic light sources for lighting.

But the opponent's monster army basically has dark vision and low-light vision, and can see far even at night.

Just when Delt was desperately leading his "Hell Knights" to put out the fire, he suddenly heard someone shouting.

"No...it's not good! Look! It's trolls, ogres and giants!"

moment!

Many people turned their attention to the magic bridge erected on the river bank.

On the other side of the bridge, ogres, trolls and hill giants, who in the eyes of many people had no intelligence or rationality at all, were arrayed in neat columns wearing metal armor and holding sharp blades as tall as a person.

When given the order, they immediately roared and charged.

Due to their huge size, although these guys move at a cumbersome speed, they are not slow at all and can even catch up with slower horses.

"No!!!! Block the bridge quickly! Don't let them wash up!"

Delt was obviously panicked.

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

In addition, how could the raging hobgoblin warg cavalry give the opponent such an opportunity.

Whenever an infantry phalanx or adventurers wanted to rush forward, they would lead ordinary goblins to attack from the side, trying every possible means to delay the opponent's progress.

As a result, when most of the troops were still ten or even dozens of meters away from the bridge exit, the first wave of ogres and trolls rushed over.

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

Often with one move of the knife, several human soldiers could be cut in half, with intestines, blood, and internal organs spraying everywhere.

Even the most elite knights could not escape the fate of serious injury or even death.

What's even more terrible is that these powerful monsters are completely different from having no armor at all in the wild. The vital parts of their bodies are covered with strong armor pieces.

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

Many soldiers mustered up the courage to rush forward and stab them, but were easily blocked.

Then the ogres, trolls and giants can be killed with a backhand knife.

In just ten minutes, these three to four hundred giant monsters tore through the coalition's defense line.

The orcs, half-orcs, and gnolls that swarmed behind them also quickly joined the battle group.

As the number of troops in Zhentil Fort on the north coast increased, and the coalition forces were defeated step by step, the spell casters and metal dragons who were originally hiding in the woods as surprise soldiers finally could no longer sit still.

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

One after another, spells such as fireballs, lightning, cobwebs, grease, and smelly clouds quickly built an insurmountable obstacle on the river bank.

Those trolls who didn't care about being injured before became frightened and hesitant in front of the magical flames.

Several giant metal dragons swooped down frequently, spitting at the densest area of ​​Zhentil Castle's monster army.

Whether it's the golden dragon's flames or the silver dragon's frost, they can cause quite astonishing damage.

Obviously, in this world filled with supernatural powers, it is never ordinary armies and soldiers that determine the direction and outcome of a war, but rather these guys with magical powers.

Especially for the giant dragons that can fly freely in the sky, the things that can pose a threat to them on the ground are really limited.

Just when the coalition 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 diving male golden dragon had no time to dodge, and was pierced through the chest by a javelin on the spot. He bled crazily in mid-air, then flipped over and fell down, hitting the heads of several unlucky soldiers with a bang, smashing them alive. meat pie.

"No!!!!!!!"

The other silver dragon was obviously his companion, and he immediately descended to see how serious the injury was and whether it needed magical treatment.

But when there were still dozens of meters away from the ground, a tall black figure stepped forward, pulled out the javelin from the golden dragon's chest, and threw it again.

As a result, the silver dragon also followed the golden dragon's footsteps and fell from the sky to the ground with a muffled sound.

You don't need to ask to know that the person who threw the javelin was none other than Fuzoul Chambery.

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

Due to being severely injured and bleeding all the time, the two dragons struggled a few times and soon fell into a dying state of weakness, and had to accept the cruel reality of becoming captives.