Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 116 Rust Plague
The main force of the barbarians had reached the long, low hill to Bryn Shander, not knowing what had happened to their comrades in Tamarin.Here they parted again, with Heafstar leading the elk tribe to encircle the east side of the hill, and Biog leading the rest straight to the walled city.Now this group of barbarians sang the battle song, hoping to further intimidate the panicked people in Ten Towns.

But the scene behind the walls of Bryn Shander was not what the barbarians imagined.The army of the city itself and the reinforcements of the towns of Kekkoni and Cadineva were all ready with bows and spears and barrels of hot oil.

In the sharp irony of the situation, the Elk tribe, who could not see what was happening before the city wall, heard the first scream of death on the hill, and shouted loudly, thinking that the dead must be the unprepared people of Ten Towns.Seconds later, after Heafstad led his men around the easternmost point of the hill, they too met disaster.The armies of Meadtown and Dougan's Hole waited, and the barbarians were forced to retreat before they could figure out what was attacking them.

After an initial moment of confusion, however, Heafstar regained control of the situation.These fighters have experienced many battles and do not know what fear is.Even with the damage in the initial attack, they were still outnumbered by the army in sight, and Heafstar was sure he could deal with the fishermen quickly and get his men into position.

Next, the troops of the Eastern Exile rushed down the Eastern Road clamorously, advancing on the left flank of the barbarians.Heafstad remained unmoved.But just after ordering the troops to change their formation to resist this batch of new enemies, another ninety battle-hardened dwarves wearing heavy armor came from behind.These fierce dwarves formed a wedge with Bruenor at the tip.They charged into the elk tribe, cutting down the savages like a low-swinged scythe through tall grass.

The barbarians fought valiantly, and many of the fishermen of Ten-Towns fell on the eastern slopes of Bryn Shander.This group of dwarven surprise attack teams is powerful and is all composed of professionals, but compared to the huge army of barbarians, it is still a drop in the bucket.

There will be seven more marks on Bruno's ax handle, and he is now facing the eighth enemy today, that is a tall and slender barbarian youth, young enough to have no stubble on his tanned face, but very Experienced to carry the elk tribal banner.

Bruno wondered curiously about the appealing gaze and calm face as he charged at the young man.He was surprised not to find in the young man's face the brutal flame of a savage's bloodlust, but instead saw a wary and understanding depth.It pained the dwarf to find himself killing such a young and extraordinary man, and his pity made him hesitate when the two fought.

However, this young man was as fierce and fearless as his race was born, and Bruno's hesitation gave him the opportunity to strike first.

With deadly precision he struck his enemy's head with the pole of the standard, which snapped in two.The surprisingly powerful attack dented Bruenor's helmet and sent Bruenor bouncing.Yet he was as hard and tenacious as the rock he had mined, and Bruenor put his hands on his hips and stared at the young barbarian, whose weapon almost fell to the ground in overwhelmed amazement that the dwarf hadn't fallen.

"Stupid boy," Bruno growled as he slashed at the young man's leg.Didn't anyone ever tell you not to hit a dwarf on the head? ’ The young man tried to stand up again, but Bruno hit him in the face with the iron shield.

"The eighth!" cried the dwarf, as he ran away for the ninth.But he glanced back, shaking his head at the waste of such a tall and strong young man, with intelligent eyes that could match martial arts, a rare combination among the wild and fierce natives of Icewind Dale.

Under the leadership of Bruno, the dwarves fought bloody battles like the legendary three hundred warriors of Sparta, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by brave martial arts alone.

"No!"

The sharp blade pierced through the heart of a seriously injured dwarf. Finally, he could no longer hold the giant ax in his hand and fell to the ground. Bruno roared angrily at the side. Such scenes began to appear everywhere on the battlefield.

When Bruno was distracted by the great sadness, the young barbarian who was knocked unconscious by Bruno stood up. He sneaked up behind Bruno, and quickly stabbed the long sword in Bruno's heart. .

With a sound of "ding", the silver-haired and black-skinned dark elf finally arrived at the scene in time. He held the scimitar with his powerful hands and firmly blocked the sharp sword that was stabbing at his friend.

"Be careful, Bruno, I don't want to collect your body." Drizzt said with a smile, but under his seemingly relaxed expression, there was a serious look in his eyes. Such a huge barbarian army, they alone can't resist, Why didn't the group of humans standing on the city wall come down to support?

If these barbarians are allowed to wipe out all the dwarves and the weak army in the Eastern Exile, even relying on the city wall, Drizzt can foresee that [Bryn Shander] will be breached, and the reinforcements from [Tamaran] will be destroyed by the barbarians. Is it really hopeless if the troops separated by the people block it?

Drizzt and Bruno are back to back, relying on their strong martial arts to temporarily avoid danger on the battlefield, but even so, the balance of failure has gradually begun to tilt towards them.

Suddenly, a gust of rusty breeze blew across the battlefield without anyone noticing.

"What is this smell?" King Heafsta frowned. At first he thought it was the smell of blood, but upon closer inspection, it seemed a little different.

Above the sky, dark blood-red patches began to appear, and the originally invisible breeze became colorful and intense.

"Kord, what happened, did the gods send down punishment?" Countless barbarians looked at the blood-red sky and the blood-colored gas spreading from above in horror.

"Damn it, my armor." Bruno screamed, and he found that the bloody breeze had corroded his heavy armor, and large pieces of rust appeared on it, and the metal fell off with a slight shake.The only luck is that the high-quality magic scimitar in Drizzt's hand and the powerful battle ax inherited from the dwarven tribe in Bruno's hand were not eroded by this weird blood wind.

But other people on the battlefield were not so lucky. The barbarians in the center of the battlefield found that the long swords in their hands and the armor on their bodies were corroded and vulnerable, and there were not a few of them.

(End of this chapter)