Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 117 The Mage Hanging in the Sky

King Heafstad stared at everything in front of him solemnly. The range of this spell covered at least one-third of the barbarian army, while the eastern exiled army far away on the other side of the battlefield was not affected at all.

Yes, as the leader of the barbarians, King Heafstad will not be as ignorant as other ignorant barbarians. He knows that such power is far from being a god's apparition, but it must not be those armed with sharp weapons on the battlefield. Soldiers can do it.

"Spellcaster?" King Heafstad whispered softly. As a barbarian who admires strength and believes in the god of strength, Kord, he disdains the pursuit of magic power, thinking that they are all weak and weak, and he can do it with one palm. Squeezed to death, but he also had to admit how terrifying it was for a spellcaster who could release such powerful spells on the battlefield.

"boom!"

A burst of flames shot down from the blood-colored sky, the flames fell to the ground, and exploded violently. The violent flames burned violently, engulfing all the barbarians in a radius of ten meters, and the raging flames wiped out every part of their bodies. The flesh and blood were burnt to coke.

"Spellcaster! Damn humans, they found a spellcaster!"

As the flames shot through a part of the blood wind, the black-robed mage hanging high in the sky appeared in the sight of everyone, and the barbarians shouted loudly, even if they were the famous spell [Fireball], this time At that time, I also realized that everything was caused by the spellcaster standing above the sky.

Drizzt looked excitedly at the black-robed mage above the sky, and said excitedly: "It's Imrik! He's here to help us!"

There was surprise in Bruno's eyes, but his stubborn temper made him murmur a few words cowardly, and then he picked up the giant ax and slashed at the surrounding barbarians again, "This is No. 13."

The dwarf counted silently in his heart. The mage he thought he could not trust came to help them on the battlefield with a huge disadvantage. All he could do was to kill as many people as possible, which was the most important thing to do.

Without spells to deal with, dozens of barbarian archers took out the hard giant bow made of animal bones and aimed at the black-robed mage in the sky. They wanted to shoot him down with the giant arrow that could penetrate human beings.

"Let go!" Following the order of King Heafstad, countless giant arrows flew into the sky. Under the tremendous strength of the barbarians, these giant arrows had enough kinetic energy to lead them to rush into the sky at high speed.

Imrik looked indifferently at the galloping giant arrow, and the magic aura flowed on his body. A layer of invisible ripples blocked the countless arrows. The power of the three-ring spell [Reverse Arrow] flipped the arrows, and the invisible Kinetic energy propels the arrow back to the barbarian who fired it at the same speed.

The huge arrows from the sky, with the addition of gravity, pierced the barbarians with greater force. The thick and sharp arrows pierced through the corpses of the barbarians and firmly nailed them to the ground. The corpse of the barbarian was also half-standing in place due to the support of the giant arrow.

"Damn humans who use sorcery." King Heafsta gritted his teeth and looked at the black-robed mage above the sky. A sense of powerlessness hit his heart. He couldn't hit him, and his arrows would be bounced back. What should a barbarian who knows magic do? If he had known it earlier, he would have listened to that human Dibson and spent a lot of money to hire a Luskan wizard to help out.

It's a pity that I was reluctant to part with the huge amount of money at that time. Hiring a wizard to participate in the war itself was a very expensive thing, not to mention the powerful and greedy wizards of Luskan. work.

However, King Heafstar also understands that these spellcasters have very few spell slots. Unless they have a lot of magic equipment to support them, they will not be able to release a few spells. Humans are far more numerous and stronger.

"Kill it, let me see how many spells you have." King Heafstad sneered, and ordered the barbarians to ignore the spellcasters in the sky, and to respond to all changes with the same.

Seeing that the barbarians gave up attacking him, Imrik, who was hanging high in the sky, chuckled in his heart, confirming that the other party did not have magical power to support him.

"What a stupid savage."

In this sacred world, these savages have not learned to embrace the power of magic. Even if they have a mage of their own, they will not let him stand on top of their heads and shit at will and cannot fight back.

"Tide."

With Imrik's finger, a large piece of emerald green tide appeared from the void and knocked a dozen barbarians to the ground with huge waves.

Immediately the mage raised his hands high and chanted a mantra, a thunderbolt shot from his hands to the sky, a sizzling dark cloud appeared in the sky, and subtle electric currents faintly appeared in the clouds.

The mage locked on to the barbarian at his feet, snapped his fingers, and shot down ten thunderbolts in a row from the dark clouds. The continuous thunderbolts knocked a barbarian to the ground every time. All the barbarians who were thrown to the ground by the waves of the lake were all electrocuted to death.

With Imrik's tenth-level mage level now, casting [Thunder Summoning Technique] can strike down ten bolts of lightning in one go, even though the power is not as powerful as [Lightning Beam], but facing these barbarians with low magic resistance on the battlefield, Also enough.

Imrik continued to cast spells, and his chant sounded like a devil whispering continuously, resounding through the sky of the battlefield, ice, fire, thunder, boulders, sound waves, the power of magic hung in his hands like the sword of Damocles On top of each barbarian's head, in just a few minutes, hundreds of barbarians have been buried under this terrifying magical power.

Even with thousands of troops, such a terrifying speed of killing still makes King Heafstar terrified, and even the fearless barbarians feel powerless in the face of magic that cannot counterattack.

"How many spells does he have?" King Heafsta gritted his teeth and looked at the mage in the sky. The other party had released more than 13 powerful attack spells in a row within a few minutes. He had never seen a mage with such advanced magic power. Even a powerful [-]th-level archmage he had seen before couldn't do it. Why did such an existence appear here?
Bruno opened his mouth wide, unable to speak, he stammered and asked Drizzt, "Where did you find him, he turned out to be such a powerful mage."

Drizzt's eyes revealed a hint of shock, even though he grew up in [Mzoberranzan] and was used to seeing powerful mages, he knew that there are very few mages who can cast so many powerful spells even in the underground world where magic is excellent. Yes, even if the opponent has a high probability of being blessed with magic storage equipment, for a mage, money is also a part of strength.

(End of this chapter)