Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 25 Rolling
On the stone wall, the mage lowered his eyes and made a mysterious gesture with his hands on his chest.

The thin body under the black robe makes people feel infinite power, the white hair is flowing under the shadow of the hood, a pair of deep black eyes that see through everything, and the elegant hands are shining with platinum light, like a spell chanted from the heart mixed with hissing.

In an instant, there was a strong wind on the battlefield, and the sky was full of yellow sand. A violent sandstorm rose and rolled up among the lizardmen.

Kalis flapped his wings frantically, but he still couldn't stop the violent wind mixed with sharp gravel from blowing him around, and the gas caused by the stinking cloud technique was even blown away.

Imrik lightly raised a pale and slender finger, pointing at the warlock in the air, and chanted faintly from his mouth: "Downdraft."

Three-ring spell-downdraft.

A small tornado with strong suction formed around Kalis. No matter how Kalis struggled, he was sucked to the ground by this airflow, and he was suppressed and couldn't move.

Imrik pointed again, this time pointing in the direction of the Lizardman troops who were dazed by the sandstorm.

"Tide."

The mournful chanting sound like water brought huge waves wave after wave that the mage summoned from the invisible, and rushed towards the lizardman.

Three-ring spell - tide.

The elemental magic originating from the druids summoned huge waves like a tidal wave, and the emerald green tide turned a large number of lizardmen on their backs.

Seeing that the Lizardmen were all collapsed in the water, Imrik chanted loudly again, raising his hands and calling for the thunder to come.

Three-ring spell-calling thunder.

A blue ray shot out from his hand, the sky instantly roared loudly, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and a thunderbolt descended on the heads of the lizardmen troops.

"Boom!" The unlucky guy who was hit by the thunder was instantly scorched black by the electricity, and the powerful current spread along the flowing water, electrocuting all the lizardmen around him to death.

Imrik summoned lightning again in his mind, and after four consecutive strikes, the dark cloud exhausted its energy and dissipated.

The lizardmen on the ground were all killed and injured, and only a few looked at this natural disaster-like force with fear.

"Damn! A high-ranking mage who came out of nowhere, damn it!"

In the distance, the lizardmen in heavy armor watched viciously the lizardmen's defeat on the battlefield, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

Kalis also watched the black-robed mage solemnly. Although the warlock's meager knowledge made him unable to recognize other spells except Summoning Thunder, there was no doubt that they were all powerful spells based on their effects alone. It was undoubtedly a problem to release so many spells with at least three rings or above in one go.

"No, I can't go on like this. Damn lizard people, what a bunch of trash, I must find a chance to assassinate that mage, and I can't escape, otherwise."

When the magician thought about how his mentor would punish him if he failed this time, he felt a chill in his heart, and he made up his mind that if he failed, he would be benevolent.

Callis chanted the spell and released the third spell of the day - the three-ring spell, dispelling the magic.

Mysterious magic characters emerged from the Warlock's body, rushing into the downdraft around him, instantly erasing the control effect.

He flew high into the sky again, raised his hands, and with a burst of profane words, a tiny fireball slowly condensed from his hands.

Three-ring spell - fireball.

Imrik recognized this very distinctive evocation spell, and he also made a gesture like fireball, spitting out a few characters short and quickly.

Three Rings of Spells - Counterspell.

As a wave of wild magic power followed the magic net and smashed the spell model in the hands of the warlock, the fireball in his hand stopped suddenly, and the backlash caused by the counter spell caused him to suffer mental damage, and a feeling of nausea rushed straight to his forehead.

The magician retched, and he stared unwillingly at the black-robed mage on the stone wall in the distance.

His current state is terrible, and the mental backlash temporarily prevented him from concentrating on casting spells, and there was only one spell slot left. He had already recognized the gap between the two sides and had to choose to give up.

He flapped his black wings and quickly flew in the direction of the heavily armored lizardman.

Imrik sneered when he saw the other party trying to escape. He had already regarded the wizard as a trophy, and he was very interested in the sorcery recorded in the book of shadows exclusive to the wizard on the other party.

Powerful magic power condensed from the mage's hands wearing black storage gloves, and a red fireball spun in the palm of his hand.

Imrik threw the fireball in his palm towards the direction of the warlock, the fireball roared past, and was about to hit the opponent.

Calis's heart tightened, and he felt a burst of fiery energy coming from behind. When he looked back, he was frightened out of his wits, and quickly recited the name of the suzerain in his heart, praying for protection.

Somewhere, an invisible force descended on the wizard. The dark power was so evil that it even distorted the fate of the wizard himself.

Maybe it was a gust of wind, and it was supposed to hit Calis and suddenly deviated from the distance, hitting a few lizardmen who were blown to the ground by the sandstorm in the distance.

The violent flames erupted in an instant, swallowing several lizardmen, and the strong shock wave even swept away the surrounding sandstorms, forming a short-term vacuum zone, but soon the sandstorms from other places swept in and continued to occupy this place.

Callis took a thrilling glance at the effect of the fireball technique in the distance, and hurriedly continued to flap his wings and flew into the distance.

The magician felt a sense of survival after a catastrophe. If he hadn't called the suzerain's name and used his once-a-day professional ability - Dark Fortune to rewrite his fate of being hit by the fireball, he would probably be the one who was burnt to ashes.

The black-robed mage silently stared at Kalis and fled, and it was impossible to catch up at such a distance.

"This is... dark luck? A magician who believes in the demon suzerain?"

These magicians will not randomly appear in areas where humans are active. They believe in evil gods and they have always been cruel and cunning conspiracy spokesmen. I am afraid that it will not be that simple.

Imrik thought in his heart that he didn't like this kind of unknown threat. He would eradicate any factors that endangered himself, and no one could stop him.

The black-robed mage turned around and left. He had wiped out all the main combat power of the enemy, and he didn't bother to help them deal with the remaining three melons and two dates.

"Let's go, Copper Furnace, it's a waste of time for you to go."

Imrik called the Faqu creature beside him. This was the first time he formally faced the battle with the spellcaster alone. He had never had a clear concept of how strong he was, and he called the copper furnace just to have more combat power.

Now he was sure that ordinary three-ring mages were like ants in front of him.

After this battle, he also understood the preciousness of his greatest golden finger, the endless book.

It stands to reason that every time a spellcaster in Faerun Continent fights, they will go through careful preparation and strategic crushing. There is a saying that a well-prepared mage can kill any enemy.

But even if he is as powerful as Magee, he still needs the help of other teammates or servants. Without the protection of warriors, a mage without a spell slot is just a weak ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken. In reality, there are too many factors that can consume a mage's spell slot.

But for Imrik, who has unlimited spell slots and does not need to prepare in advance, as his spells continue to increase, he can form an army with one person, or even an enemy country.

And such a comprehensive and overwhelming advantage cannot be possessed even by legendary mages.

You must know that even in the kingdom of red-robed mages, the ruler of Thrall, the legendary Lich Sarzastan also needs his minions to help him rule the territory.

To become the second Sazastan, and surpass him, to become the absolute ruler of a magic empire is the first goal of Imric's ambition

　Thanks to the seven deadly sins of laziness and 20199025200117099 for the reward~ I received the reward for the first time to commemorate it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)