Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 29 The Goblin and the Frame

There is a simple wooden wall and a watchtower near the portal. After everyone walked out of the wooden wall, they found that there was still a long tunnel outside. There were torches every few tens of meters in the tunnel, illuminating the distance.

According to the map, there is a dangerous area on the second floor, where a large group of goblins gather, and this is the first destination of everyone.

The wealth of Leyline Maze has always been concentrated in the habitat of monsters, whether it is the legacy of adventurers they slain, or the treasures they have collected themselves.

"Be careful, it's coming soon." Dwarf Zack reminded, as a race used to living underground, he is very sensitive to the underground environment.

Suddenly, everyone heard a small voice coming from the front. Imrik chanted a spell, and blessed himself with shield and mage armor, and the bard also blessed himself with tricks-blade protection.

Everyone looked at each other, and Domila walked silently into the distance with secretive steps, and she came back after a while, shaking her head with her hands outstretched to show that she didn't notice.

In order to prevent sudden battles, Imrik used a second-level monster summoning technique to summon a purgatory wolf and let it explore the way ahead.

Walking, there was a sound of "whoosh", and a bow and arrow shot out from an unknown corner in the distance, and nailed to the body of Purgatory Wolf.

The unintelligent purgatory beast howled in pain, which attracted the attention of the goblin tribe in the distance. Several goblins ran out and saw Imrik and his party shouting: "Humans! Humans!"

As the noise sounded, many goblins emerged, and even more than a dozen hobgoblins appeared.

Imrik looked back gloomyly at the direction of the bow and arrow. Although he didn't know who did it, it was obvious that the other party's purpose was to cause the goblins to fight with him.

Seeing the goblin appear, Jerome shouted vigilantly: "Ready to fight!"

Everyone drew out their weapons one after another, and Hamlein nervously raised the harp on his back. The large number of goblins made him feel insecure.

Imrik chanted the spell, and the breath of death emanated from him: "Manipulate the dead!"

Imrik cast this three-ring necromancy spell, turning an adventurer's skeleton next to him into a zombie.

The goblins rushed up, and the Purgatory Wolf was the first to pounce on it, biting one goblin tightly, regardless of the siege of the surrounding goblins.

Then everyone entered the arena one by one, fighting with the goblin.

A few goblins broke through the front line of melee defense and rushed towards the bard. Trembling with fright, Hamlein gestured a few spell-casting gestures with his hands, and chanted the spell: "Earthquake!"

As he released this ring of evocation spells, the little goblins who were about to pounce on him instantly fell to the ground staggeringly as if they had been hit hard.

Then he took out his dagger and stabbed the goblins one by one, but his weak physical fitness made it difficult for him to kill one of them.

The black-robed mage looked at the bard's distress and shook his head. He chanted a spell, and a yellow-green liquid formed a sphere and gathered in his hand: "Ma Youfu's Acid Arrow."

The second ring spell - Ma Youfu's strong acid arrow.

A ray splashed out of the sphere, hitting one goblin, and continued to spread the acid liquid on the ground, covering the rest of the collapsed goblins.

The strong acid liquid quickly corroded the bodies of these goblins, and the little goblins could only scream and watch themselves being corroded into skeletons.

Hamlein breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Imrik a thankful look.

Imrik focused his attention on the frontal battlefield, raised his hands, gathered a bloody magic ball, and shot a ray at the copper furnace. Primitive blood energy gushed out from the copper furnace body. It roared to the sky and slapped a goblin to death, venting the infinite energy brought by the spell.

Second ring spell - bloody rage.

Immediately afterwards, he recited the incantation again, and stretched out his finger to point at the Faqu creature. The copper furnace yelled, and a pair of arms grew out of his hand.

Three-ring spell - the blessing of the four-walled gorilla.

Under the blessing of the two transformation spells, the copper furnace showed great power, and the four arms went into battle in turn, killing little goblins one after another.

The dozen or so hobgoblins on the opposite side couldn't sit still, and they also rushed over on the rampage wolf.

Seeing the hobgoblins in the distance wanting to join the battlefield, how could Imrik let them do so? The black-robed mage stretched out a hand, and amazing fire elements gathered in it, and an extremely compressed fireball was summoned.

"Boom!" As the three-ring magic fireball hit the center of the hobgoblin, an explosion sounded inside the hobgoblin, killing five or six of them at once.The rest of the hobgoblins couldn't help shouting in fright when they saw this powerful power: "Mage! Mage!"

Without looking back, they gave up on the little goblins and ran back to the camp, leaving only the remaining little goblins to fight with everyone.

Seeing that even their bosses ran away, the surviving little goblins threw down their weapons and tried to escape in fright. Imric cast a spider web spell, and large pieces of pure white spider webs were formed on the ground. The goblins who were too late to escape were entangled in dense spider silk and could not move.

Jerome and the others stepped forward one by one and hacked the trapped goblins to death. After killing these goblins, everyone did not relax their vigilance, but they still haven't forgotten the arrow that caused these goblins.

"Papa papa." There was a burst of applause in the distance.

A few figures emerged from a distance, and a voice came from a short figure: "Excellent battle, but how many spell slots do you have left, black-robed mage, hehe, I have already said that following us is the right choice."

It turned out to be the halfling sorceress in the previous tavern.

Domila looked at the other party angrily: "You stinky cousin, you are really insidious. Do you think we have no fighting power? I'm sorry, these goblins don't take much effort from me at all."

The sorceress laughed loudly and said, "I don't pay attention to you rabble at all. My purpose is just to let these goblins consume the spell slots of this mage. Although I can't recognize them all, you have used at least seven spells just now, and there are three-ring spells such as fireball and controlling dead bodies. I want to see how many spell slots you have left."

The sorceress thinks that this mage only has level [-] strength at most, otherwise she wouldn't join this group of adventurers who are generally only level [-].

"Don't talk to them, I can't wait to wring that paladin's head off."

Among the teammates next to the sorceress, a strong Gnoll warrior said cruelly that he was a level 8 fighter. Although there was a gap between him and the Dragonborn paladin, the advantage brought by his level made him confident that he could beat him.

The black-robed mage looked at the professional team of level 7 to level 8 on the opposite side, smiled slightly, and said vicious words: "How sad, sorceress, your inferiority complex really makes me feel sorry for you. Does being rejected by me make you so angry? Since you are so eager to die, then I will let you understand what it means to die properly."

Imrik's merciless taunt made the sorceress scream angrily: "Damn mage! I'm going to skin you!"

(End of this chapter)