Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 77 The Drow Elf of the Mage and Priest

The gray dwarf was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party would ask himself beyond drow.

In the crowd, the eyes of the blond woman in prison uniform lit up. She was already in despair. Even if she escaped from the drow's slavery, she would not be able to get out of this dark area, and she might even be captured by the half-orcs as a reproductive machine. In the prison car just now, she had already felt the eyes of these half-orcs who wanted to strip her clothes off.

But now, a group of human professionals appeared. This is simply the dawn of heaven. She quickly said loudly: "I know! I know!"

The drow glared back at her with a gloomy face. She was very dissatisfied with the mage's behavior of ignoring her. The drow were a rather narcissistic race. While they were playing with men, they would never allow themselves to be ignored by the other party. Even just not looking at themselves during sex would arouse the fury of these drows.

She said coldly: "Little mage, I advise you not to care about things that you shouldn't. In this dark region, I think you should know what will happen to those who dare to offend the drow clan. I don't want your little white face to be played by those gray dwarves. It would be too violent."

Imrik smiled slightly. The drow's arrogance made him amused. He said softly: "You are very unfortunate, drow. I hate idiots without self-awareness. I hope you won't ask me to kill you for a while."

Facing a group of slaves and a spellcaster with a lot of fanfare, Imrik believed that her occupational level would not exceed level nine.

The drow was taken aback for a moment, as if she couldn't believe that this humble male was really going against her, she got angry and said coldly, "You're looking for death!"

After finishing speaking, she ordered the guards to attack: "Kill them! And those slaves, don't even try to escape!"

The male drow guards heard the order and divided into two groups, one rushed towards the slave and the other rushed towards Imrik.

The slaves of the gray dwarves didn't hesitate, and rushed up one by one roaring.

Imrik was expressionless, and stretched out his head, motioning for the copper furnace to make a move.

Tonglu let out a roar and rushed out. He had long been displeased with this coquettish drow, especially the taunt of the tauren's "ability" just now. Although he is now a Faqu creature, strictly speaking, he does not belong to a tauren, but he still wants to catch this drow and let her experience the true power of a tauren!
Jerome and the others next to him also rushed up. Although Hamlein complained that Imrik had offended the beautiful drow, he honestly stood aside and assisted after Domira punched him in the stomach.

"Bloody rage!" Imrik raised one hand, the scarlet light sphere condensed in his hand, and a blood-colored ray shot into the body of the copper furnace. After activating the berserk ability, his combat power instantly increased, and he became unparalleled among the drow guards.

Seeing the unstoppable appearance of the copper furnace in front of the drow guards, the drow female mage's face was gloomy. She had to get rid of this damned monster first.

"Weak energy!" The female drow mage chanted a spell, and a black negative energy shot out from her hand and hit the copper furnace.

This powerful four-ring necromancy spell drained most of the power in Tonglu's body, and the weak Faqu creature didn't even have the strength to stand up and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the surrounding male drow warriors wanted to take the opportunity to kill the copper furnace, Imrik gently raised his hand and pointed at a boulder, and the invisible force of thought lifted the stone weighing [-] kilograms.

He snapped his fingers again, and the invisible thought power transformed into a slingshot-like form, throwing the boulder out.

"Bang!" A male drow who was about to slash towards the copper furnace was hit in the head by a boulder, and his brains exploded with a bang.

"Psychic?!" The drow elves are facing a formidable enemy. This kind of spiritual power is simply synonymous with terror in the Underdark, because the vast majority of them are the group of terrifying mind flayers.

Relying on this twisted and weird power, the mind flayers made all beings in the Underdark feel the horror of this race.

The black-robed mage didn't make another move after one blow, but this still made the drow feel like a thorn in his back.

This was also done by Imrik on purpose. Facing a mage with unknown methods, he was more inclined to wait for the opponent to make the first move. The deterrence of counterspell is a method that all mages below the fourth ring must guard against.

On the battlefield, the gray dwarves were at a disadvantage, and the strength of the drow warriors made it difficult for them to resist. However, although Imric's side lost the powerful combat power of the copper furnace, they still had an advantage with the combat power of four fifth-level professionals. This also made them hopeful and tried their best to delay time.

At this time, Domira secretly appeared behind the drow mage. As early as the battle started, she hid her figure and wandered outside the battlefield, trying to give this most threatening enemy a fatal blow.

She looked at Master Zhuoer's unsuspecting back, a gleam flashed in her eyes, she secretly thought of a good opportunity, the sharp dagger in her hand drew a silver line in the air, and stabbed Master Zhuoer's body fiercely.

"Ox's Grab!"

The drow mage, who seemed defenseless, had already chanted a spell in a low voice and cast a three-ring spell.

She held it empty with one hand, as if holding something, followed by a sudden sharp pain in Domila's heart.

"Ah!" The pain in her heart made Domira unable to even hold a dagger. She only felt that her heart seemed to be squeezed by some invisible force, and she became more and more breathless, as if it was about to explode.

As the drow mage's grip became stronger and stronger, Domira's heart was clenched tighter and tighter, as if it was about to explode.

"Missile storm!" Seeing that the drow mage was concentrating on casting spells, Imrik took the opportunity to cast the spell, and three scarlet spheres spewed out from his hand and shot at the drow mage.

Seeing three magic missiles aiming at him approaching, the drow mage had no choice but to give up casting, and raised his hand to cast a spell: "Shield spell!"

An invisible shield appeared in front of her, absorbing the attacks of three magic missiles.

Thanks to Imrik's support, Domira, who had avoided her heart being crushed, finally took a breath and quickly left the drow mage.

"Stinky cloud spell!" The drow mage chanted the spell viciously, intending to cast this three-ring spell with a huge range, including Imrik and the drow guards.

Imrik, who finally waited for the other party to cast a spell he knew, lit up and quickly activated counterspell. The familiar wild magic power tore the spell model carefully prepared by the drow mage along the magic net, and the mental backlash made the drow bend down and vomit.

With the silver mist flickering, Imrik instantly approached Mage Drow, raised his hand a little, and the powerful spiritual power of psionic explosion swept out, and the powerful mental storm shocked Mage Drow's mind into a blank.

Although the time of shock was greatly shortened due to Master Drow's strong determination of will, the damage she received from mental backlash made her even more unable to stand up.

"Stellar cocoon!" The mysterious astral matter turned into strands of bandages and tied the drow tightly, making him unable to move. In an instant, only those drow warriors were left on the battlefield!
(End of this chapter)