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As a price, he must be loyal to his new master and sacrifice everything he has.

Perhaps at the beginning, this change made him a little bit resistant, but after seeing him with his own eyes, the resistance soon turned into an indescribable impulse, the impulse to kneel down to obey and praise, just like the young man in front of him It is the master who has been waiting for his whole life.

Not only him, almost all mages and warlocks who have been transformed into dragon people have similar feelings.

Through the power of the dragon's blood, Zhang Cheng was even able to distinguish everyone's emotions, and responded with a smile: "These two things do not conflict. We can have a little fun for ourselves while studying the mysteries of magic. "

"Looking for fun?!" Valindra raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Hehe, why, don't you think it's very interesting to destroy the spirit and will of the supreme leader of Silvermoon City, Ailas Zhuo?" Zhang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth to hint meaningfully.

"Oh? Can you tell me what you plan to do?" Valindra was obviously very interested in this topic, with strong curiosity revealed in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "It's very simple. Hasn't she always appeared in the eyes of the world with the image of justice, selflessness, kindness and guardian?

We used this to create a few tragedies to make everyone realize that she is not omnipotent, and then find a few potential targets among the victims to induce and cultivate them.

Then these people will start to think, why didn't the Lady Hope they admired come to protect themselves?

Why do tragedies only happen to me?

It doesn't take long for jealousy and suspicion to turn into hatred, and then hatred turns into a strong feeling of revenge.

Just imagine, if one day Alastriol found that the people she tried her best to protect hated her and launched attacks again and again to kill herself, would her spirit and will be as strong as now?

If her spirit and will are no longer firm, will she fall like a paladin?

If she fell, would Silvermoon City still be Silvermoon City?

Knowing this, the other voters of the Goddess of Magic will choose to turn against each other, or will they desperately save her once noble soul?

There are too many unknowns waiting for us to explore, this is the game that a powerful spellcaster organization should play.

As for things like expanding the territory, or ruling the world, it's too boring. I don't mind secretly supporting one or two puppets to play, but I will never put all my energy and resources into it.

Our goal is to become a black hand hidden behind the scenes, instead of stepping up to the foreground and becoming the target of countless people's attacks. "

After hearing these words that radiated an evil breath from his bones, Valindra couldn't help laughing wildly, and praised loudly while laughing: "Hahahaha! My dear master, this idea is really great! You are simply Conspiracy and evil incarnate! Please allow me to express my sincerest respect to you. If one day you plan to put this plan into practice, please be sure to entrust it to me. I am very much looking forward to seeing Erastriol's will collapse screen."

"No problem. But now, I want you to inform Gar and let him and his army get ready to occupy Luskan immediately after the army outside the city goes south..."

Chapter 462 A War Without a Winner

In May of 1357 in the valley calendar, a history that was destined to be remembered, and also an important part of Zhang Cheng's crazy plan, was finally going to be staged on the plain ten kilometers away from the city wall of Neverwinter.

The expeditionary army from Waterdeep City has joined the guards of Neverwinter City at this moment, and they are arranged in a neat square formation, ready for a fierce battle.

Especially the huge mage group and church organizations are simply enough to make most enemies fall into complete despair.

This is also the reason why no city on the entire west coast dares to make an enemy of Waterdeep City.

Even though they knew that they were about to face the owner of the Shard of Magic Crystal and a powerful black dragon, they still had no intention of retreating, let alone hiding behind the wall and shivering. Instead, they chose to take the initiative to attack, preparing to defeat the enemy head-on.

Of course, Luskan's army was not bad, and even stronger. The cannon fodder made up of monsters alone exceeded tens of thousands.

Under the suggestion of the magic crystal shard, they are not only extremely fanatical, but also never have to worry about morale issues, even if they are all dead, they will not violate the master's order.

After all, the south of the Spine of the World is not the desolate frozen land like Icewind Dale. For a powerful mage, as long as he is willing to spend a little time, he can easily find various tribes of goblins, orcs, half-orcs, and gnolls. , and then control their leaders with the help of the magic crystal shards, making them for their own use.

In addition, the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, also sent many priests and dark guards to join them, intending to take the opportunity to expand their influence.

All in all, this war is no longer a contest between Waterdeep City and Luskan for supremacy in the North, but more about beliefs and the gods hidden in the dark.

Standing on a high platform made of trees and mud, Deltagle looked at the neat enemies on the opposite side, and suddenly turned around and asked with a smile: "My dear friends, what do you think we should do after this war is over?" Neverwinter? Send people to take it over, or destroy it directly?"

"Of course it was destroyed! I hate this city! I hate that old guy who professes kindness and justice all day long!" Yalu Taras made no secret of his hatred for Neverwinter City, and expressed his opinion straightforwardly.

"What about you? Dear Lord of the North Tower?" Deltagle didn't know what he was thinking, and turned around to look at Zhang Cheng.

"I think it's too wasteful to destroy it. If you don't mind, you can hand over this city to me for renovation. I guarantee that it will become the bridgehead for us to attack Waterdeep City in a few years." Zhang Cheng didn't move. Sensually gave another answer.

Perhaps others would think that Del Tagore had a very high chance of winning and occupying Neverwinter, but as the mastermind behind the scenes, he knew very well that the other party had no hope of winning at all.

Because after the great commanders led the army through the Everwinter Forest, Gar, who had been waiting for a long time, led his monsters to capture Luskan, and the dragon mage and lich in the lair of the Arcane Brotherhood also joined hands to control the mage tower .

In other words, the seemingly powerful army in front of them has actually lost the support of the rear. No matter what the final outcome of the war is, what awaits them will be defeat.

"Since you like this city, it will be yours after we defeat the army of Waterdeep City." After finishing speaking, Deltagle nodded to the herald.

The latter understood, immediately raised the huge horn, and blew it down with all his strength.

woo-woo-woo-

With the muffled voice echoing over the plain, Luskan's army finally started to move.

Thousands of soldiers holding longbows ran out from behind the phalanx and quickly lined up in three rows, then took out arrows and drew their bows to the sky and shot them out.

Normally, such a long distance obviously far exceeds the maximum range of the longbow.

But then, magic rituals led by low-level mages and apprentices made up for the shortcomings.

After chanting a short incantation, a strong wind suddenly appeared out of thin air, blowing all the arrows high, drawing a beautiful parabola, and when they reached the highest point, with the help of gravity acceleration, they hit Waterdeep City and Neverwinter City like raindrops coalition forces.

"Raise the shield!!!!!!!"

"Raise your shield!"

"Raise your shield!"

……

The officers of Waterdeep City noticed the arrows falling from the sky and immediately issued corresponding instructions.

moment!

Thousands of shields were pieced together to form an impenetrable shield wall.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom……

Although there were still quite a few arrows passing through the gap and causing slight damage and confusion, most of them were blocked by the shields, and only a dozen or so wounded were quickly dragged to the rear for you priests to heal.

"Hahahaha! How stupid! It only took one round of arrows for them to gather the soldiers together."

Seeing this scene, instead of being annoyed, Deltagle laughed happily and held up the Shard of Magic Crystal to bathe it in the midday sun.

A few seconds later, a blinding white light descended from the sky, directly plowing out an open space between the coalition formations of Waterdeep City and Neverwinter City. The terrifying power of Rongcheng's dark red molten iron immediately shook the hearts of many soldiers.

"Long live the great Deltagle!"