Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 118 The Horror Storm Sweeping the Battlefield

At this time, Imrik in the sky stopped casting spells, and all the barbarians breathed a sigh of relief. While fighting, they had to guard against the terrifying explosion that would fall from the sky at any time, or the extremely powerful Thunder, it's really terrifying.

King Heafstad also breathed a sigh of relief. He guessed that there was a high probability that the mage had exhausted his spell resources. No spellcaster could avoid the situation that his limited spell space was far from enough to face the endless enemies on the battlefield. .

But even so, King Heafstad still looked sadly at the corpses of hundreds of barbarians who were torn apart by the roaring elemental power in the hands of the mage, and there were even many professional barbarians among them. Slaughtered all the human and dwarf troops.

Imrik stood in the sky, and this kind of opportunity to vent his spell power was rare, but he released various spells for several minutes, even if he had unlimited spell slots, chanting made his mouth dry.

He took out a water bag and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. The pampered throat of the mage became a little hoarse due to the continuous singing.

Six-ring spell [Sandstorm].

After resting for a while, the mage saw that the barbarian on the ground became complacent because he hadn't attacked for a while, and with a finger, he activated his spell-like ability.

Three consecutive [Sandstorms] were used up by Imric at one time, and the effect was extremely terrifying. Three powerful hurricanes with a wind speed of more than 75 miles appeared on the battlefield, and the raging hurricane continuously swayed a lot of sand , The terrifying sandstorm covered two-thirds of the entire battlefield.

Drizzt's heart was not good, and he quickly thrust the two scimitars in his hand into the ground, and prostrated himself on the ground with all his strength to prevent himself from being swept into the sky by the strong hurricane.

Bruno was lucky enough to find a huge boulder beside him. The bottom of this boulder was connected to the earth. He hugged the boulder tightly. The back half of his short and stubby body was blown up into the sky by the strong wind. He held on to the boulder firmly with all his strength. , so that he will not be blown up.

The other barbarians who didn't react were not so lucky. A large number of barbarians hugged each other, but they still couldn't stop themselves from being blown into the sky by the hurricane. The sand brought by the yellow wind made them unable to breathe heavily in the air. Some were even suffocated by the dense sand at the center of the storm.

"No, cough, cough! Quick, cough, let him stop Drizzt!"

The dwarf shouted loudly in the sandstorm, and even swallowed a mouthful of sand and was choked to cough.

Drizzt saw that many soldiers of the Eastern exiled army were also killed by the sandstorm on the other side, so he barely let go of one hand, and used the other hand to firmly hold the other scimitar to fix himself, shouting Yi Merik's name, waving his hand laboriously, the dark elf's own magical talent made him summon a cloud of black mist on his hand, trying to attract the mage's attention.

Standing in the sky, Imrik saw a black mist out of the corner of his eyes. When he fixed his eyes, it turned out to be Drizzt. Seeing the dark elves and dwarves in distress under the terrifying power of the fusion of three sandstorms, Imrik shook his head. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers casually to dismiss the sandstorm.

The sandstorm raging on the battlefield finally stopped according to the mage's will. Countless barbarians and humans who were swept up in the sky fell to the ground and were thrown to death. Faced with this "natural disaster" spell, at least more than 1000 Savages became corpses.

King Heafsta, who was supporting his body with a huge ax in one hand, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. After using such a powerful spell, this mage should stop at last. He looked at the messy battlefield in front of him, and even If he wanted to withdraw his army, one of these strong barbarian elites could equal two humans, and he was extremely distressed to lose so much at once.

But the truth is not always so good. Murphy's law says that when you are afraid of something, that thing will always happen. King Heafsta watched in horror as the mage took out a golden ball from the invisible void The shape, the golden ball of light is suspended on the mage's chest, emitting a slight light.

Imrik smiled slightly. Originally, he wanted to use three exhausted [Sandstorms] to disperse the army at once. In this case, let them experience despair again.

【Summon Mastiff God Envoy】, 【Monster Summoning】, 【Undead Summoning】.
Imrik first cast a spell to summon a large number of creatures. A large number of more than a dozen summoned creatures led by the giant mantis of purgatory rushed to the barbarian army. These barbarians who are accustomed to relying on their own strength faced these creatures with various immunity and A large number of summons with spell-like abilities are well-prepared, but killing these summons is by no means an easy task.

The giant praying mantis cut a barbarian in half with a single swing of the knife, and the mastiff-headed angel also killed all directions in the crowd with the eleventh-level paladin level, although the strength of these summons was far worse than that of Drizzt and Bruno Yes, but the advantage lies in the addition of spells or its own body shape.

With a roar, King Heafsta picked up his long sword and rushed towards the Mastiff God Envoy. His powerful strength and super high professional level allowed him to cut off the long sword in the hands of the Mastiff God Envoy with one blow, and swung the ax again to kill the Mastiff God Envoy. The decapitated head was cut off and sent back to the heavens.

Imrik, who stood in the sky, stared at him. The tribal leader of this barbarian seems to be very powerful. A paladin with a career level of 11 is not the enemy of the opponent. Such a powerful barbarian, coupled with his The armor with a faint magical aura on his body, I am afraid that his own spell resistance is also extremely strong.

At this time, the dark elf with double blades appeared in front of King Heafstad wrapped in black mist. He looked at him quietly without saying a word. He knew that this powerful barbarian had no one but him. It is the opponent, he must stop the opponent with the scimitar in his hand.

When Heafstar found out that his new opponent was a dark elf, his anger redoubled. "A dog of sorcery!" he roared, raising his gigantic ax high into the air.

As he spoke, Drizzt flicked his fingers, and a purple flame burned from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.Heafstar growled in terror of the magical flames, which were in fact illusions and did not burn his skin.Drizzt rushed forward, his scimitar whistling, constantly crossing high and low, and the barbarian king could not block two elusive knives at the same time.

Blood dripped from the wound, but Heafsta seemed to shake off the cuts from the scimitars with a flick, as if they were only slightly uncomfortable for him.The big ax swung down, and although Drizzt blocked the blow, his arm went numb.The barbarian swung his ax again.Drizzt spun to avoid the deadly blow, but Heafstad lost his balance and fell a few steps, giving Drizzt a chance to fight back.Without hesitation, Drizzt slashed one of his knives deep into the barbarian's side.

Howling in pain, Heafstar backhanded the dark elf.Drizzt thought the blow he had thrown was deadly, but the blunt side of Heafstad's ax caught him in the ribs and sent him flying.He was extremely surprised by the barbarian king's tenacity.The savage rushed at once to kill the dangerous foe before he could gain a foothold.

But Drizzt was as quick as a cat.After rolling in the air, he landed on the ground, and met him with another scimitar that he held firmly.Heafstad's ax was still held helplessly above his head, and the startled savage couldn't stop before his belly sliced ​​the point.

He glared at the dark elf, and struck down with the axe.Drizzt had already confirmed the savage's superhuman strength, and he took defensive action.He stabbed under the first with the second knife, slicing across Heafsta's lower abdomen.

Heafstad's ax fell limply to the ground, and he clutched at the wound to keep his stomach from spurting blood.His huge head hung from side to side, and it felt like the world was spinning and he was sinking endlessly.

Ignoring the pursuit of the dwarves behind, several barbarians rushed over desperately and caught the barbarian king before he fell to the ground.They fought desperately to protect King Heafstad, two carried him away on their backs, while the other two faced Bruenor who was coming.

Although they knew that facing this equally powerful dwarf, they would die, but their wish was to give their comrades enough time to bring the king of the tribe to safety.

Drizzt rolled away from the savages, then jumped to his feet, trying to go after the two men carrying Heafstad.

He had an ominous feeling that the dreadful barbarian could live even with such a wound, and he decided to get the job done.But when he stood up, he also began to feel dizzy.The side of his cloak was stained with his own blood, and he suddenly found himself out of breath.The midday glare of the sun burned in his night-fit eyes, and he was drenched in sweat.

Drizzt fell into the darkness.

Imrik, who was standing in the sky, was relieved to see the leader of the barbarians being dealt with, otherwise he would have used the [Legendary Spell Enhancement] once a day to kill him.Fortunately, the dark elf killed him.

"Then it's my turn."

Imrik raised the metamagic orb in his hand and chanted the spell loudly.

[Extremely powerful and powerful expansion - fireball].

The three bursts of power were bombarded by the super-amplified fireball technique, causing three huge explosions like meteors falling from the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The three-way fused fireball technique changed drastically, and its power was far-reaching. Hundreds of barbarians were torn apart by the huge explosion, and the charred remains of severed fingers were everywhere.

This powerful and terrifying explosion finally made these barbarians feel enough fear. The mages in the sky seemed to have endless spells, swaying their power wantonly.

Coupled with the fact that their tribal leader was even seriously injured, the surviving barbarian army began to retreat.

(End of this chapter)