Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 114

The barbarians had just set up camp when Drizzt reached the outskirts of the camp.The intruders were so close to Ten-Towns that they were heavily guarded; the first thing Drizzt noticed was that they had a lot of vigil.

But even though they were alert, the campfires were kept small to keep humans from finding out, and it was night, the time of the dark elves.Usually very powerful guards can't beat the elves who came from the world of light from ignorance.

He can cast a spell to create a darkness that cannot be pierced by the sharpest eye, and wear this darkness with him like a true cloak.Invisible as a shadow in the dark, his footsteps as silent as a tiptoeing cat, Drizzt passed through the guards and into the heart of the camp.

As he walked all the way, Drizzt's heart became colder and colder, this army of barbarians was bigger than he imagined, three thousand?four thousand?Five thousand?He couldn't even count the number of strong and sleeping savages in the tent, and there were even professionals everywhere in this army.

Just an hour ago the savages were singing and talking about the battle that would take place tomorrow.Although adrenaline and bloodlust flowed in their veins, it could not relieve the fatigue of their forced march.Most of them were sleeping peacefully, their heavy, regular breathing reassuring to Drizzt, who was looking for their leaders to discuss their battle plans.

In the camp, there are several tents grouped together.However only one of them had guards outside the entrance.The doorway was covered with curtains, but Drizzt could see and hear candlelight coming from inside. In the camp, several tents were clustered together.However only one of them had guards outside the entrance.The door was covered with a curtain, but Drizzt could see the candlelight coming from inside, and could hear hoarse voices coming from it, raising the volume now and then out of anger.

The dark elf went around behind that.Fortunately, no warriors were allowed to sleep behind that tent, so Drizzt was far from the others.Just in case, he took out a "panther-shaped" statue from his backpack.Then he drew his thin dagger, pierced a small hole in the buckskin tent, and peered inside.

There were eight of them, seven of them barbarian chieftains, and a small dark-haired man Drizzt could tell from his appearance to be a southerner.The chiefs sat in a semicircle around the southerner on the ground and asked him about the terrain and enemy forces he would encounter the next day.

"We're going to destroy that town in the forest first," insisted the largest man in the tent, perhaps the largest man Drizzt had ever seen, bearing the elk symbol. "Then we will go to the place called Bryn Shander according to your plan!"

The little man looked panicked and angry, but Drizzt could see that his fear of the giant savage softened his reaction. "Great King Heafstad," he replied tentatively, "if the fishing fleet finds out before we reach Bryn Shander, we shall find that within the walls of that city there are more men than we More troops are waiting for us!"

"Those are just weak southerners!" growled Heafstad, puffing out his massive chest proudly.

"Great lord, I assure you that my plan will satisfy your appetite for southern blood," said the dark-haired man.

"Speak then, Dibernazen of Ten-Towns. Prove your worth to my people."

Dibner bent down and picked up a parchment from his feet.He opened it and showed it to the Barbarian King.It was a crude map, with only some rough lines drawn, and the lines on it were blurred because of the slight trembling of the hands of the southerners, but Drizzt could clearly see that many marks on it represented Ten Towns in a vast wasteland. position on the

"West of the Cone of Cairn," Dubner had explained, running his fingers along the western shore of the largest lake on the map, "here lies a slender plateau called the Bremen Pass, Between the lakes. I believe this is the most direct route to Bryn Shander from our position."

"This town on the shore of the lake" Heafsta pretentiously deduced, pointing to the point on the map closest to him. "We are the first to destroy!"

"That's [Tamalan]," Dibner once replied. "It's all about fishermen, they'll be on the lake when we go over. There's no point in you being here."

"We're not going to keep a living enemy behind us!" Heafstad yelled, and several other chiefs shouted their agreement.

"No, of course not," Dubner once said. He knew that these stupid savages were only losing their temper at him for the sake of face, and he needed to convince them with reason.

"But when the boats are out fishing, you don't need so many people to defeat [Tamalan]. Let King Halfdan lead the tribe of bears to surround that village, while others follow the king, you and King Biog to attack【 Bryn Shander]. The fire that burns the town will make all the fleets, even the ships of other towns in Lake Dulden come ashore at [Tamalan], and King Halfdan will kill them all on the docks. We will let them It is very important to isolate [Targos Fortress]. Only in this way will [Bryn Shander] not be able to get support from other lakes in time, forcing them to fight against you alone. And the elk tribe will surround the city hills, blocking any escape or emergency reinforcements."

The strategy of this southerner is indeed perfect. He led this group of savages and offered them the most vicious strategy to slaughter his own kind. Drizzt looked at the scene in front of him with chills all over his body. The only thing he was grateful for was that Having seen through the opponent's tricks, he asked Regis to notify Ten Towns in advance.

"The city will fall before sunset!" Dubner once declared triumphantly. "Your men will enjoy the best loot in all Ten-Towns!"

The chiefs sitting around cheered at the southerners' declaration of victory.

At this moment, Drizzt suddenly noticed two guards talking while walking towards him.Although they were too far away, human eyes would only see him as a shadow by the tent, but he knew that if he moved, those people would definitely notice.

Drizzt sprang into action, setting the black statuette to the ground. "Guenhwyvar," he called softly. "Come to me, my shadow."

Somewhere in the vast star world, a leopard was following the image of a deer with swift and light steps.For example, real deer and leopards have done the same action countless times in nature, which is guided by instinct.The leopard is on his knees ready for the final leap, ready to fulfill the command of nature, the purpose of the leopard's existence, and meat is its reward.

However, when it heard its true name called, it stopped suddenly, throwing off all other instincts, and only listened to its master's call.

The leopard's soul leaped down the long, dark passage marking the void between the worlds and beyond, seeking the point of light that represented its life on the physical plane.Then it was at the side of the dark elf, its soulmate and master, crouching in Drizzt's shadow.

It understands the urgency of the master's call, and quickly opens its heart to listen to the master's instructions.

Two guards came here cautiously, trying to see clearly what the dark figure beside the chief's tent was.Suddenly Guenhwyvar leaped at them, over their drawn weapons.Swinging swords in vain, two guards ran after the leopard, screaming a warning to the rest of the battalion.

In this distracted surprise, Drizzt stalked quietly in the other direction.He heard the warning cries of the savages as Guenhyvar rushed past the camp of sleeping warriors.He couldn't help laughing as the leopard made its way through a large group of people.Seeing a leopard moving gracefully and swiftly like a feline god, the members of the tiger tribe not only did not chase after it, but knelt down and raised their hands to thank Tempus.

Drizzt escaped the confines of the camp without much trouble, for all the sentries ran in the direction of the commotion.When the dark elf was out in the darkness of the open tundra, he turned south to the Cone of Cairn and sped across the lonely plain, intent on completing the last crucial part of the defensive counterplan.The stars told him there were only three hours left until dawn, and he knew he couldn't delay his meeting with Bruno if he was to be fully prepared for a sneak attack.

The din of astonishment from the savages subsided quickly, except, of course, the sound of the tiger clan who thought they had encountered a god and would pray until dawn.A few minutes later, Guenhwyvar easily followed, running to Drizzt's side.

"You've saved my life so many times, my trusted friend," Drizzt said, patting the leopard's muscular neck, "more than a hundred times!"

The black panther, Guanhaifa, rubbed his head into the arms of the dark elf, and sobbed a few times coquettishly.

One person and one leopard walked towards the distance, and then disappeared into the dark night.

On the other side, Imrik and the others returned to [Bryn Shander] in the dark, and Regis hurriedly knocked on the door of the mansion of Casios, the leader of the city.

"Are you sure this information is true?"

Cassius, who was woken up in the middle of the night, turned livid. At this time, he was especially grateful for the choice of letting the halfling speak at the meeting.

The halfling's childish face was full of seriousness, and he said loudly: "My companion, Drizzt, has risked his life to go to the barbarian army to spy on intelligence, don't let his sacrifice be in vain, Your Excellency Cassios, ten The town must act, or catastrophe will befall."

Cassios pondered for a moment and sighed. Although he was full of distrust of the information provided by the so-called dark elf, he had no choice but to act at the moment. Kemp, the most powerful of the Ten Towns, had already agreed to this alliance. Why bother to be the first bird to object.

"Notice, the army of barbarians is coming." He waved his hand and gave an order.

The gears of war have been set in motion, and no one knows what the outcome will be.

(End of this chapter)