Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 168 Capturing the Ancient White Dragon
Jerome and the others looked at the terrifying power of Imrik in shock. A spell of this level [Meteor Burst] had surpassed their imagination. Even Jerome, a paladin of level 13, might receive four spells head-on. The bombing of a meteor burst will either kill or injure.

"Now, are you willing to give me the horn of Drake?" Imrik said loudly, looking at the white dragon on the top of the iceberg in the distance.

Bailong looked ugly, but he couldn't hand over the horn. This not only involved the group of lunatics from the Dragon Witch Cult, but also a more lofty existence.

He took a deep breath, and a scale on his body dimmed.

The three-ring transformation spell - [Advanced Magic Tooth].

Alauser's dragon fangs and claws became sharper and more terrifying, with a frightening magical aura attached to them. He knew that he had to use the dragon's physical power to have a chance to fight the mage in front of him.

"Hail spell!"

The white dragon uttered dragon language, and a ball covered with ice thorns spit out from his mouth and shot towards Imrik. The ice ball exploded in mid-air, and countless ice cubes and ice thorns shot in all directions.

Seeing that the ice thorns were extremely sharp, Imrik raised his hand and released a [Force Field Wall]. The invisible wall blocked all the ice thorns like an indestructible shield.

But Alauser already knew that this simple three-ring evocation spell could not deal with the opponent, followed by the sharp nails on his huge dragon claws.

The dragon's claws whizzed past with a strong wind, Arauth's dragon body flashed behind Imrik, and a fatal attack was imminent.

A smile appeared on the corner of Imrik's mouth. [Precautionary Art] had shown him the attack route of the white dragon long ago. His figure disappeared, and a [Force Wall Art] rose from behind, blocking the attack of the dragon's claws.

"Dang!" After the dragon claw was blocked, what remained in place was a mass of pitch-black tentacles.

【Aivar black tentacles】.

The black tentacles rose from the ground, and they were prepared to wrap around the body of the white dragon. Fortunately, as a true dragon, the white dragon is extremely powerful. With a pull with all his strength, all the tentacles that wrapped around him were completely entangled. Torn apart, it turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared into the air.

As soon as Alauser raised his head, he saw Imrik standing in mid-air pointing at him, and countless fiery red laser rays hit him.

【Scorching Ray】×20.

Sixty laser rays shot out from Imrik's hand quickly, forming a rain of fire all over the sky. With a roar, Alauser covered his head with the dragon's claws and resisted this wave of wild magic attack with the hardest dragon's body.

"How is it possible! How could he release so many scorching rays at once? Damn it, even magic storage equipment can't store so many spells. Could it be some kind of advanced spell of scorching rays? Damn, this level may reach eight The level of the ring spell."

Alauser endured the scorching ray attack, and the scalding laser smashed small pits on the surface of his dragon body. As the ancient white dragon's powerful spell resistance, it resisted the terrifying magic laser, but as a price, The surface of his body was densely packed with numb holes.

Alauser spread out his dragon wings and activated the spell-like ability [Frozen Mist], a large amount of extremely low-temperature mist emitted from his body, and he chanted the dragon language loudly in the mist where he could not see his fingers: "Advanced Heroism!"

The six-ring spell [Advanced Heroism] brought an extremely powerful bonus to Bailong's body. His speed became faster and his strength became stronger. The huge dragon body rushed out of the mist like lightning, and quickly Crash into Imrik.

[Force Wall Technique].

An invisible force field appeared in front of Imrik again, Bailong felt depressed, how many wall of force spells this mage had memorized, and he couldn't use them all up.

The scales on Alauser dimmed again, and a dark green ray hit the force field wall.

Six-ring conjuration - [Dissociation].

The moment the disintegration technique touched the force field wall, it easily dissolved the force field wall. Without the hindrance of the force field wall, Alauser was confident that he could easily tear this fragile mage into pieces with his dragon claws.

"boom!"

With an incredulous look in his eyes, Alauser bumped into a wall of the force field, and the recoil force knocked him back to the ground. Imrik looked at him with a chuckle, and didn't really think that he just put a The force field wall is gone.

"Roar! Damn mage!" Alauser got up from the ground and roared angrily. Up to now, this mage has cast four or five force field walls instantly. He doesn't believe that these are all nine-ring spell slots in the opponent's memory. It must be released by relying on its own magic storage equipment, but even if it is an artifact, I am afraid it will consume all of today's spell slots!

Imrik raised his finger to the white dragon, and activated the ability of the crystal shard.

The eight-ring evocation spell——[Yang Yan Blast].

Light, appeared.

A huge ball of light appeared beside Bailong, and in an instant, an extremely violent explosion occurred, covering an area of ​​three to four hundred square meters.

Although the range of the spell is not as large as [Meteor Explosion], the central explosion power of Yangyan Explosion has reached the level of a nuclear bomb. The terrifying flames engulfed the white dragon, and the explosion soaring into the sky formed a small mushroom cloud.

Iceland once again suffered an unbearable attack. The entire iceberg made a "rumbling" sound. The strong earthquake knocked the kobold army to the ground, and Iceland was torn apart.

"Aw!" Bailong wailed, one-third of his dragon body was melted by the high temperature of Yang Yanbang, the entire left wing and two dragon claws were all vaporized, and Yang Yanbang blasted through the ice surface of Bailong's feet , Alauser sank into the icy sea water powerlessly.

[Manipulate water bodies].

Imrik's will stirred the water in the sea, and the huge wave pushed Alauser onto the fragments of the iceberg. Imrik's body flew down from the sky. Looking at the dying white dragon, he couldn't help but sigh. The vitality of the dragon is too strong, one-third of the body is gasified, but it can still survive.

The mage took out a purple crystal, which emitted a sinister light under the sunlight: "Control it, Clinshinibon."

The Shard of Magic Crystal unleashed a powerful controlling force, and Alauser, who was already dying and unable to resist, was instantly controlled.

"Give me the Drakhorn," Imrik ordered.

The white dragon sluggishly spit out a huge dragon horn-like horn from its mouth. It showed a deep black ebony tone, with dragon runes wrapped in bronze strips, and the whole body exuded a terrifying purple fire.

Imrik saw a strong magical aura on it, and it was obvious that this was the dragon artifact - [Drac's Horn].

Imrik took out the locator and sent Alauser back to [Twilight Star]. He is an ancient dragon and cannot be wasted. Swallowing him can greatly increase Imrik's life level again.

Then, he looked at the huge horn. When he raised his hand to take the horn in his hand, an accident happened.

(End of this chapter)