Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 4 Goblin
With all his strength, Galabi pierced the dire wolf's heart with his sword, and kicked away the goblin beside him.

He raised his head panting heavily and looked at the little goblin with a staff sitting on top of a dire wolf in the distance, and he couldn't help feeling cold in his heart.

The goblins are the old enemies of Banyue Village, but today's situation is far beyond what Galbi has seen in his life. At least forty or fifty goblins and a dozen dire wolves are working together lovingly to attack Banyue Village.

All of this is due to the goblin warlock opposite.Galabi couldn't know the level of the Goblin Warlock on the other side, but one thing was certain was that it must be better than Old John.

As early as half an hour ago, this goblin blasted through the wooden gate of Banyue Village with a three-ring fireball. The raging flames swept and swallowed three guards standing beside the gate.

What was even more frightening was that once the goblin succeeded, he never wasted his spells and instead sent other goblins and dire wolves to attack the village.

According to Old John, even if it is just a fifth-level warlock who has just come into contact with three-ring spells.All have at least three third-level spell slots.In other words, that terrible fire spell, it can be cast twice.

Galabe couldn't help feeling desperate. Banmoon Village was a small village, and he was the only professional. Even with the caravan's fourth-level mage Old John and the third-level warrior Carrot Waters, he might not be a match for these goblins.

"Old John! Have you thought about it carefully? If those scrolls are not used, we may not be able to survive!" Galaby yelled at Old John.

Old John on the wooden wall had a hesitant face full of pain.He knew that according to the current situation on the battlefield, he basically had no hope of winning.

A large number of supplies from the caravan are still in the village. Of course, these supplies also include the 150 scrolls bought from Imric today, 70 of which are scrolls of magic missiles.

If these scrolls are used, he is confident that most of the goblins can be wiped out.However, Old John is just a hired mage, and the owner of the Chamber of Commerce behind the caravan is not easy to deal with.

Old John's five first-level spell slots and three second-level spell slots have been completely consumed today, and even his own scrolls are basically used up.If a goblin is to be completely killed, at least two magic missiles are needed, not to mention those ferocious dire wolves.

If Old John used up all the spell scrolls, he would owe a huge sum of money. As a normal low-level mage, Old John simply couldn't afford to make money by wholesale scrolls like Imric.

Not only practicing spells every day (ordinary mages can’t use new spells just by copying spell books, spells must be studied in depth before they can be memorized in their minds, and in addition, they must go through a long period of practice to master the release of magic, otherwise mages will easily fail to cast spells due to lack of focus, or the hit rate is very poor.) will consume most of the spell slots, and he also needs to reserve at least a part of spell slots every day to deal with various emergencies.

Not to mention that since he took this job, all his spell slots have to be on standby every day, so as to be fully prepared for the danger of the caravan, so these 150 scrolls are a huge sum of money for Old John that he cannot repay.

However, even if most of the goblins were dealt with, those dire wolves, and most importantly, the goblin warlock of unknown level. . .

Old John felt bitter. A fifth-level sorcerer had more spell slots than a wizard of the same level. A normal fifth-level mage had two spell slots, while a fifth-level warlock had at least three. If the charm value adjustment was added, it might reach five.

Fortunately, looking at the ugly appearance of the little goblin, it can be roughly determined that its charm will not be too high.

But according to Old John's experience, the skillful gestures and powerful power of the goblin warlock when he released the fireball just now, the goblin warlock probably reached level six.In other words, it has at least four third-ring spell slots.This is enough to have a decisive effect on the battlefield.

Just as Old John made up his mind to send someone back to fetch the spell scroll, a spell sounded behind him.

A ring of spells - Magic Missile.

Three scarlet magic spheres whizzed past Old John, and smashed heavily on the head of a goblin on the left side of Galeby. The powerful force field damage sent the little goblin flying over.

Old John looked back and said in surprise, "Imric? Why are you here?"

Imrik put down the gesture of casting the spell just now, put his hand in the large black wizard robe, and said with a smile: "Lady Luck told me that today is my harvest day, so I came here."

"Old John, do you need my help?"

"Of course! But, what price do I need to pay?" Old John looked at Imrik warily, and he had probably already guessed Imrik's request in his heart.

"It's a very small price, Old John. You just need to lend me a copy of your spell book after the battle is over." Imrik looked at Old John happily. He knew that this was an offer that Old John couldn't refuse.

Old John gritted his teeth and said, "Deal, but I want to remind you that those spell scrolls cannot be used, and I have no money to repay them."

Imrik walked gently in front of Old John, analyzed the situation on the field, and said without looking back: "No need, I brought a lot myself."

Imrik took out a bottle filled with fiery red liquid from his pocket, and Old John said in surprise: "Fiery glue!"

While reciting in Imrik's mouth, he threw the bottle forward vigorously, and when the bottle flew to the highest point, he stretched out his finger.

The second-ring spell——Wind Breeze.

A strong wind appeared on the battlefield, and the villagers and soldiers hurriedly stuck their swords on the ground to stabilize their bodies, and the goblin who relied on the dire wolf also grabbed the dire wolf tightly to prevent themselves from being blown away.The small bottle filled with blazing glue flew to the location of the goblin warlock far away by the force of the wind.

The goblin warlock hurriedly prepared to cast a spell to release the scorching ray of the second ring spell, trying to intercept the unknown liquid from the air.But due to the strong wind, by the time the goblin warlock finished preparing, the bottle had already flown in front of it.

Three fiery red lasers shot from the goblin warlock's hand to the blazing glue, but unfortunately, the blazing glue ignited when heated, and a strong explosion burst out from the bottle, comparable to the effect caused by the fireball spell.

The fierce flame ignited the body of the goblin warlock in front of him. The wind helped the fire, and the strong wind brought abundant oxygen, which made the blazing glue burn more violently.

The goblin warlock screamed, and was thrown to the ground by the dire wolf whose crotch was also ignited. After a while, he stopped moving.A sixth-level sorcerer with three-ring spells was burned to death unjustly.

Imrik couldn't help wiping his cold sweat, feeling incredible at the stupidity of this goblin warlock.

The goblins around saw everything in front of them, and couldn't help shouting: "Grand... the high priest is dead! The high priest is dead! Run! If you don't run, you will be hacked to death by the big ones!"

Like dominoes, the rest of the goblins who didn't notice couldn't help but look back after hearing the yell, and they fled into the Twilight Forest before they even had time to get the corpse of the goblin warlock.

Imrik turned over and fell down the wooden wall, and released magic missiles several times. The scarlet missiles blasted the goblins who could not escape in time, and walked towards Galaby.

(End of this chapter)