In particular, the birth of the Dark Prince Greya and the spectacular scene of the incarnation of the Prince of Lies Xirik being Devoured alive by him spread throughout the streets and alleys in just a few days.

Some bards even created corresponding songs and stories to be sung in taverns and inns.

The most important thing is that after Yalusel killed so many people and completely quelled the rebellion in the capital Susar, he officially announced to the outside world that the young King Assan V had been killed by the rebels, and Queen Mother Phil Farrell also came forward to confirm this.

This means that as the last descendant of Azzan IV, she must inherit the throne and become the new queen of Cormyr.

As the heir, Graya will automatically become the only heir.

At present, the Dark Prince has led a regular army consisting of guards, three hundred reorganized soldiers of the Purple Dragon Legion fifty, and about two thousand men selected from the captured private soldiers of the nobles, and has set out directly from Susar on a journey to suppress the rebellion.

In just three days, he easily captured Masonburg, the second largest city in the kingdom ruled by the Skorel family. Lord Bildrin was instantly blasted into pieces by magic during the battle to defend the city.

The reason why it is so fast is mainly because the two cities are too close.

If you take the sea route, it may not take half a day.

After regaining this important transportation hub, Graya immediately took advantage of the river network and began a full-scale expedition across the southern region of the kingdom.

He simply did not accept the surrender of any nobles. Wherever he went, he uprooted ancient families that had existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. Regardless of gender, age or status, as long as they were direct descendants, they were all executed. Then he placed bureaucrats from the empire in place to re-establish administrative and taxation institutions.

Although at the beginning many civilians who were loyal to the noble lords were very resistant to this untraditional practice, and even frequently launched armed resistance to taxation under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives.

But after several of the most turbulent villages and towns were suddenly wiped off the map overnight, all the unrest subsided in an instant.

Facts have proven that as long as one has absolute violence, one does not need to care about things like public opinion.

Not convinced?

Bear with it!

Otherwise, go die! Anyway, after a dozen or twenty years of killing a batch of people, the new generation of people will grow up and naturally forget the past and get used to the new centralized political system.

No form of reform can be accomplished without bloodshed.

This is the case with fiscal and tax reforms, not to mention such a drastic change in the political system from top to bottom.

If we don't kill all opponents on the physical level, any leniency will mean huge hidden dangers.

So from the moment Yalusel made up his mind, the entire Kingdom of Cormyr was destined to be a river of blood.

The role currently played by the Dark Prince Graya is actually the sharpest knife in his mother's hand, and he will chop wherever there is disobedience.

Shap, the Lord of Huailun City, who had always been famous for his opposition to the royal family, was hanged in public after the city was captured.

Hundreds of local residents tried to rush forward to rescue people, taking advantage of the fact that the majority could not be held responsible. As a result, 657 people were arrested and all of them were eventually sentenced to death for treason and obstruction of justice.

You have to know that this small city has only about 6,000 to 7,000 people in total. It is equivalent to killing nearly one-tenth of them at once, and most of them are young and middle-aged men. It directly broke the backbone of the entire city.

From then on, all the living citizens would look at the patrols passing through the streets with great awe and fear, and would no longer dare to take pride in defying the royal family.

And Lord Shap, who was once regarded as a hero, also turned from a hero admired by everyone to a culprit despised by everyone.

Because if he had not taken the lead, the residents in the city would not have thought that it was a very glorious thing to oppose the royal family, which would have led to countless families losing their husbands or sons who were the pillars of the family.

Now, this small town, where most of the people are women, the elderly and children, is likely to have to live a hard life for some time.

Through the ruthless suppression of the rebels, the Kingdom of Cormyr, which had been hit by a rebellion by aristocratic warlords, quickly restored peace, and also established an efficient centralized ruling system in the process of suppressing the rebellion.

What surprised Yalusel the most was that after the turmoil, war and killing that affected the whole country, although a large number of people were lost, the financial situation did not deteriorate but became better than before. Tax revenue increased sevenfold, and this did not include the income from the confiscation of noble property.

Needless to say, the reason for this situation is that the taxes that were previously paid to local nobles have now all flowed back into the national treasury.

This is also a reflection of the superiority of the centralized system over the feudal system.

After all, leaving aside supernatural powers such as magic, assuming that the technology and military are almost the same, the overall strength of a country lies in its ability to draw financial, human and material resources from the areas it rules.

In this respect, the centralized system is far superior to the feudal system.

The Dark Prince Greya obviously didn't care about these trivial internal affairs at all. He was currently leading his army, which had expanded to 5,000 people, across the edge of the Storm Cape Mountains and heading towards the northernmost city of the kingdom, Tivanton.

Just five days ago, he had recaptured Arabel, which had been occupied by goblins and orcs after the death of Athan IV.

Now, as long as they take over the last city, Tivanton, which has been lost for several years, the entire territory of Cormyr will be completely conquered.

However, this battle of restoration, which seemed exciting to outsiders, was actually just like going out for sightseeing for Graya.

Because so far, he has not met an opponent who can really make him nervous.

Many times, it only takes a slight release of the power of darkness, and the enemy soldiers' psychological defenses will quickly collapse and they will turn and flee.

The next thing to do is to choose between persuading the enemy to surrender and following and killing him.

Along the way, they basically didn't fight any serious battles, but the number of troops continued to grow like a snowball.

Even though he left some garrison troops in the towns along the way, he still has more than 5,000 men under his command.

Of course, Graya never expected that these rebel soldiers, most of whom were recruited to surrender, could fight any tough battles. The reason he brought them with him was mainly to occupy the captured cities and maintain basic order.

When faced with an enemy that resisted fiercely, the Dark Prince would usually draw his sword and attack himself.

"Your Highness, would you like some water?"

A female officer handed over the water bottle she was carrying with a concerned look on her face.

She noticed that under the scorching sun just after noon, her prince's face looked paleer than usual, and he was swaying slightly from side to side on his horse as if he was about to have heatstroke, and he looked listless.

"No, thanks."

Graya rejected the other party's kindness in a slightly low voice.

Because he didn't look sick or uncomfortable, he just felt uncomfortable with the sun and the overly bright light.

After all, the essence of his power is darkness, so he will only return to normal at night or in a dark underground environment.

"If it really doesn't work, just find a shady place to stop and rest for a while. This damn weather is too hot, and we only have one town, Tivanton, to recapture, so there's no need to be too anxious." The female officer continued to comfort him.

It was not difficult to tell from her armor that she was a member of the Regent Guard, and was also someone specially sent by Yalucel to take care of his son's daily life and assist in the management of the army.

"How far is it from here to Tivanton?"

Graya gently pulled the black hood on his head, raised his head and looked at the rolling mountains in front of him with his deep black eyes.

The female officer quickly replied: "According to the current marching speed, we should be there in about half a day.

With the great power you possess, taking it down will be a piece of cake.

The only trouble is that Tivanton has long been a battlefield between the Zhentarim and the City of Ghosts, which calls itself the Empire of Netheril.

It was said that mutilated bodies were found in the streets and alleys every night.

There are a lot of spies, agents, and assassins everywhere, and it will probably take a lot of effort to clean them all up."

Hearing this, Graya's bloodless mouth slightly raised, and he said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "Don't worry, these people can't cause any trouble. Because I am the master of darkness, their every move will not escape my eyes."

"Yes! You are the great Dark Prince, the most powerful heir to the throne Cormyr has ever known. Any fool who dares to be your enemy will be crushed."

The female officer's tone and eyes revealed naked and undisguised fanatical admiration, and even a hint of love.

After all, she was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, so it was inevitable that she would develop special feelings for a prince with noble blood, great power and handsome appearance.

This is just like how many poor boys from farming families always dream of marrying a beautiful princess one day, which is human nature.

What's more, she now has the opportunity to get close to the prince every day.

But unfortunately, what the female officer didn't know was that although Graya had the appearance of a teenager, he was actually less than one year old, and he didn't understand or have any interest in things like love between men and women.

While leading his troops to quell the rebellion, he was basically either studying his own powers or trying to use and control the Magic Weave and Shadow Magic Weave.

Especially the latter, which even gave him the illusion that it was a part of his body. There was no need for spells or casting actions, just a thought could instantly generate a nine-ring spell.

What's worse, it can control the surrounding large areas of shadow magic web to form an energy storm that is powerful enough to destroy everything.

Either they kill all the creatures in the range and transform them into undead, or they cast illusions that are so realistic that they can be mistaken for real ones, or they directly control the opponent's mind and turn it into their slave or even puppet.

Although Graya has learned from his father that the Shadow Magic Net is the private property of the Night Goddess Shar, and only those with permission can use it.

However, he did not seem to be subject to any restrictions, nor was he prohibited from touching the shadow magic web.

Just the opposite!

The Dark Prince can enter the deepest core of the Shadow Web at will and peek into the essence of the dark power.

A large amount of evil and forbidden knowledge was placed randomly on the shelves for him to browse like merchandise in a store.

Sometimes Graya even wondered if this was a trap set by Shar, deliberately using the Shadow Magic Net as a bait.

But after trying it many times and finding no problems, he felt confident and bold to use it as an extension of his dark power in the field of magic.

After all, if you want to cast spells on the planet Toril, the Magic Weave and the Shadow Magic Weave are two systems that you cannot avoid.

At least until you ignite a planeswalker spark yourself or receive one from your father.

However, what the Dark Prince didn't know was that the Goddess of Night had already noticed it from the moment he touched the Shadow Magic Net.

It was Shar who gave him the authority to control the Shadow Weave at will.

At this moment, the ancient evil goddess was sitting on her own throne, looking at Graya with an almost doting look, and suddenly asked: "Is the gift I asked you to prepare ready?"

"Yes, goddess."

A woman wearing a black robe and a veil knelt on one knee and gave an affirmative answer.

Shar nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, then send someone to send it to Tifton immediately. I can't wait to see his reaction when his dark power is closely connected with the shadow plane."

"Great goddess, I don't understand why you are so generous to give the offspring of this enemy the artifact that all evil gods covet?"

The woman looked up, her tone full of doubt and confusion.

"The conflict between me and Soth has nothing to do with Graya.

What's more, the offspring of the enemy does not necessarily mean that they are enemies. The nature of dark forces is to attract each other.

As long as he continues to use and integrate into the Shadow Magic Net, continues to draw power from the Shadow Plane and even becomes a part of it, he will one day fall into my arms.

Just like the relationship between Talona and Soth.

I can also slowly change the Dark Prince's mind and turn him into my ally and voter.

Remember, your current efforts will lead to greater returns in the future.

You have to take a long-term view, because only by playing the long game can you catch the big fish."

After saying that, Shar no longer paid attention to anyone and focused on looking at Graya's pale and handsome face, as well as the seriousness and concentration he showed in studying the shadow magic web, which was exactly the same as some psychopathic weird aunt.

At this moment, the goddess of night finally understood why Talona had become almost crazy about Zuo Si after meeting him.

Besides the emotional aspect, what is most important is the attraction of the Divine Essence.

The feeling that cannot be described in words is like two drops of water that are very close to each other and want to merge into one.

If it weren't for Zuo Si's stern warning, Shar would have sent down his incarnation and injected the dark power into Graya's body directly through a kiss, and then declared that this was his chief chosen one.

But unfortunately she can't do that now.

As long as she sends down her incarnation, Zuo Si will appear in an instant.

So in the end, we can only choose this more obscure method.

"As you wish."

The woman bent down and bowed deeply, then turned and left holding a cube that looked a bit like a Rubik's Cube and was made up of countless tiny blocks.

However, its surface does not have any bright colors, but is completely non-reflective pure black, exuding a terrifying aura of nothingness, as if it wants to swallow up all the matter, time and space around it.

When this terrifying artifact was sent to the intricate sewers beneath the ground of the city of Tivanton, the originally sunny sky was instantly shrouded in darkness. At a glance, the corners of the streets and alleys were filled with shadows that seemed to have life and deeper dark vortices.

Thousands of residents tried to escape in panic, only to find that as long as they rushed into the darkness, their figures would become blurry after a few seconds and would eventually be completely swallowed up by the darkness.

What's even worse is that all the areas shrouded in darkness have turned into chaotic magic areas that spellcasters shudder with fear.

Several mages stationed in the Ghost City wanted to cast teleportation magic to escape, but their entire bodies exploded with a bang when they were halfway through chanting the spell.

For a while, everyone was trapped in the city walls or even in their own homes, and they didn't dare to go out at will.

Because even if you go a few blocks away, you may get lost in the pitch-darkness.

This small town with a population of nearly 10,000 people inexplicably turned into a ghost town.

"Can anyone tell me! What on earth is going on? What happened?"

"Don't ask me how I know. The sky suddenly darkened, and then it was shrouded in darkness. This is obviously not something that ordinary magic can do."

"Could it be the work of those guys in the Ghost City?"

"Impossible! If they were responsible, then what about those guys who tried to escape by teleporting but ended up exploding?"

"Can magic communication still be used?"

"Sorry, no, our communication has been completely cut off."

…

As the tense discussion continued, in the secret base of the Zhentarim in the city of Tivanton, several leaders who were deeply trusted by Ximanmon showed expressions of fear and panic.

After all, they are not ordinary civilians outside who are unaware of the seriousness of the problem. They know very well that such visions often mean that something terrible may happen next.

Now the whole city is like fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

In fact, not only the Zhentarim, but also the secret base in the City of Ghosts felt the biting cold.

The only difference is that since they have lived in the shadow plane for a long time, they can vaguely feel the power of Shar.

But the problem is that I don't know what the Goddess of Night wants to do, and what role I play in it.

Because of the emphasis on secret relationships, Shar's followers basically have no unified church management, but instead form independent small circles.

It is perfectly normal to stab each other in the back or sacrifice each other as pawns.

Moreover, Tiveton has a very special geographical location. It is located at the northernmost tip of the Kingdom of Cormyr, the southernmost tip of the Anauroch Desert, and close to the valley to the east. It is the only pass between the Storm Cape Mountains and the Desert Mouth Mountains. It is a typical city that serves as both a transportation hub and an important border town.

This place was suddenly shrouded in endless darkness, which immediately attracted the attention of the City of Ghosts, which called itself the Netherese Empire, and Zhentil Keep.

Even the newly recovered elven kingdom of Cormanthor, as well as the protector of the valley, the great sage Elminster, and the Harper Alliance, were involved.

When Graya led his army to arrive, what they saw was a scene full of vitality and flourishing of all things.

The people of Shade City were having a heated exchange of views on the use of magic with the elves of the Kingdom of Cormanthor, while Simamon and Fuzol Chamberlain led their men in a tense confrontation with their old friend Elminster and the top leaders of the Harpers.

Therefore, the first two chose to temporarily cease fire at the same time, and chose the latter two as their opponents respectively, but they still remained wary of each other, and no one dared to really go all out.

This complex relationship is beyond ordinary confusion.

If a delicate balance and mutual restraint could be maintained before, the arrival of the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr completely broke this balance.

Especially the Dark Prince Graya, who attracted everyone's attention from the moment he appeared.

"Hahahaha! Look who's here! Welcome, Your Highness. I'm sure your father must have mentioned me to you."

Fuzzol Chamberlain was the first to grin and look happy.

But if you look closely, you will find that fleeting fear in his eyes.

Elminster's reaction was just the opposite. His face was full of vigilance and solemnity. It was obvious that he had sensed the strong aura of shadow magic web emanating from Graya through the silver fire in his body.

Especially the dazzling red camp aura that symbolizes evil, which is enough to prove that he is definitely not a good person.

“If I remember correctly, Tivendon should be an undisputed territory belonging to the Kingdom of Cormyr.

Could you please explain to me what you are doing here without permission, crossing the border? Or...

Can I kill you all as invaders?"

As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya instantly released his dark power, forming an extremely huge energy projection that was between illusion and reality behind him. It was exactly the form he used when he devoured Xirik's incarnation.

Not only that, he also drew out the long sword burning with black flames.

moment!

The already tense atmosphere at the scene immediately dropped to freezing point.

Given the Dark Prince's habit of always keeping his word, no one dared to ignore such warning words.

"Are you declaring war on all of us?"

The arrogant ghost prince, Lamolek Tanshull, was the first to stand up and question.

As a legendary spellcaster with LV19 mage level, LV7 shadow mentor, and a total arcane spellcasting level of LV26, he obviously has strong confidence in his own strength.

In particular, those who inherited the ideas of the great arcanists of the Netheril era always felt that gods and quasi-divine powers were just a group of more powerful spellcasters.

So even though he knew that the other party had devoured an incarnation of weaker divine power when he was just born, he was not afraid at all.

"Declare war?"

Graya smiled contemptuously, and then instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

Just 0.001 seconds later, he appeared directly behind the Ghost Prince and thrust the sword in his hand into the opponent's back at lightning speed.

Poof! Scarlet blood continued to flow out along with the black energy on the sword blade that was like ink, and then flowed back into the body in an extremely strange way.

In just a few seconds, Lamolek Tanshul's body completely collapsed, leaving only his soul filled with black energy, floating in place like a shadowy creature.

All the protective spells cast by this legendary wizard, as well as the magical items he wore, seemed to have completely lost their effect and had no reaction at all.

Only Elminster, who had studied silver fire and divine power, noticed that the black flame on the sword seemed to have the effect of spell splitting and stance decomposition. The moment it got close, it would destroy the spell structure and make it unable to work as before.

Obviously, this is a kind of divine power that Graya possesses.

Unless the protective spell also adds equal strength, or the magic item worn is an artifact, it cannot be offset at all.

In the end, Lamolek Tanshul was completely sucked into the black magic sword from body to soul.

"This... This is impossible! He... He actually killed our prince!"

A female high-level wizard let out a shrill scream, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

After all, in the eyes of the people of Ghost City, the Supreme Lord Telamante and his sons are almost invincible.

Even in a dangerous place like the Shadow Plane, the City of Ghosts has been protected from external threats for hundreds of years.

But now, one of them was crushed by a more powerful force, and he didn't even have the ability to fight back during the whole process.

After witnessing the powerful Ghost Prince being killed so easily, the remaining people no longer had any will to fight and wanted to turn around and flee without saying a word.

The mages activated the teleportation magic immediately.

But Graya obviously did not intend to let the people from the Ghost City go. He raised his other hand and made a waving gesture.

In a flash!

One of the arms in the huge energy projection behind him turned into a solid entity, and its terrifying claws swept across the area over two or three hundred meters in front of him at lightning speed, regardless of friend or foe.

Elminster reacted the fastest, and immediately teleported the Harp leaders several kilometers away.

The two selfish guys, Fuzor Chamberlain and Simonmon, simply abandoned their men and ran away.

The elven mage of Cormanthor was not within the attack radius because of the long distance, so he escaped by luck.

But all the rest were torn to pieces alive by this blow.

From the boiling dark energy, one could vaguely see their shadowy souls wailing in agony.

The Prince of Darkness absorbed the souls of these enemies into the magic sword in his hand, and said to all the remaining survivors in an emotionless tone: "I am declaring war on you, so what? The weak are not qualified to pretend and bargain in front of the strong.

Remember, this will be the result if you enter Cormyr territory without permission.

I'm not a father who will play those boring political games and power games with you.

My attitude towards my enemies is simple, that is to kill them all and then devour all their strength and souls."

"Damn it! This guy is even more dangerous than Soth."

Fu Zuoer Chamberlain stared at the huge scratch on the ground with lingering fear and couldn't help cursing under his breath.

Because dark energy has the property of shielding all sounds and vibrations, Graya's sudden attacks are often difficult to detect, let alone predict in advance.

Coupled with his tendency to take matters into his own hands when he disagrees with something, the danger level can be said to be extremely high.

In comparison, Zuo Si, who was willing to sit down and negotiate, and even bargain for exchange of interests, was simply harmless.

At least before you touch his bottom line, you don't have to worry too much about being suddenly attacked.

"What should we do? Do we still need to go there now?"

Ximanmeng asked in an uncertain tone.

Fuzzol Chamberlain immediately shook his head: "Don't be ridiculous! I'm not in the habit of taking risks with my life.

Immediately notify all our spies in Cormyr to retreat.

Since this place has become a country ruled by a tyrant, there is no need for us to continue infiltrating.

What's more, an important ghost prince died in Ghost City this time. Telramant might be furious and declare a full-scale war on the Kingdom of Cormyr.

If this happens, we can take the opportunity to catch our breath and reap the benefits."

"What about Elminster? As long as this old guy is alive, he will be a huge threat to us."

There was a vicious gleam in Ximanmeng's eyes.

"Don't worry about him for now. Anyway, he and his Harper allies have been suppressed and suffered heavy losses. They can't interfere with our plans in the short term."

After saying that, the Moon Sea Tyrant activated the magic item and teleported away.

After confirming that he had completely left, Ximanmeng took off his disguise and stared at Graya, who had killed the ghost prince single-handedly in the distance and made the two gods' chosen people dare not act rashly. An extremely envious expression appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "Is he born with powerful quasi-god power? This cold and cruel world is really as unfair as ever.

It would be great if one day I could gain the power to become a god or a quasi-god and no longer be controlled by others.

I don’t know if I can defeat or even kill a ghost prince with the power I have now…”

Before he finished speaking!

The controller of the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network took off his hood and mask, revealing a creepy face.

The once pale and handsome human mage now had red crystallized skin all over his body, and due to muscle activity, it was covered with dense spider-web-like cracks. His eyes had turned into lava balls like a red dragon.

You have to know that he transformed himself into a vampire a long time ago, and is an out-and-out undead creature.

Without even asking, one would know that the reason why he is like this is definitely the result of long-term consumption of the blood of the ancient red dragon and performing a series of evil magic rituals.

In other words, the power of vampires and red dragons is combined through magic to create a new subspecies of vampires.

Of course, the risks of doing this are high.

Because the undead rely on negative energy to survive, while the red dragon relies on the energy of the fire element, which is generally more positive, there is a huge conflict between the two.

If there is any disturbance in the balance in the body, Ximanmeng will explode on the spot without leaving any residue.

The cracks on his skin surface hidden in the red crystals are the best proof.

But with great risk comes great reward.

Since the successful fusion, Ximanmeng's physical strength and magical power have been greatly enhanced.

Even without using any magic, he could easily defeat a LV13 warrior with his bare hands. At the same time, as he absorbed more blood from the ancient red dragon, he began to gain a natural spellcasting level similar to that of a warlock.

The most important thing is that the power of the fire element in its body gives it resistance to positive energy. Even if it is exposed to a powerful positive energy spell like [Sunburst], it will not be destroyed instantly like other undead creatures.

After personally confirming the power possessed by Zuo Si's second offspring, Ximanmeng quickly activated the teleportation magic and returned to his own nest.

Right now, the only person left outside the city is Elminster, the first chosen one of the Goddess of Magic.

He took the initiative to step forward and suggested to Graya: "Young man, the dark power shrouding the sky above Tivanton is definitely not ordinary. I think I can provide some help."

"unnecessary."

Graya did not show any mercy at all because of the other party's identity, but chose to refuse directly.

This almost rude attitude obviously made the Harpist leaders present very unhappy.

Especially Storm Silverhand, who was also a chosen one and inseparable from Elminster, immediately frowned and wanted to talk about the danger of this dark force and the harm it might cause to the residents in the city.

But before she could even open her mouth, Graya simply left the army behind and walked into the city alone, disappearing into the pitch-darkness.

"He...he actually went in like that?!"

Storm Silverhand was completely dumbfounded.

Elminster sighed helplessly: "Alas - haven't you figured it out yet? This was set up specifically for him by the goddess of night, Shar.

The darkness that we cannot see through has no effect on him at all.

What really puzzles me is why Soth didn't react at all? Didn't he know the consequences of letting Shar get close to his son?

"What are you going to do next?" Storm Silverhand asked in a low voice.

"Of course we have to go inside the city. At least we have to find out Shar's intentions and what she wants to do to this young man. Let's go, just the two of us this time, because the others can't fight against the darkness inside without the power of the Silver Fire."

After saying that, Elminster walked straight towards the entrance of the city with his cane.

Although in the eyes of others it was pitch black ahead, he could vaguely see the outline of the city gate through the darkness.

After all, silver fire is also a kind of divine power and divinity, and part of it comes from Shar, the goddess of the night.

Storm Silverhand drew his sword and followed closely behind without saying a word.

When the two voters passed through the city gate and entered the interior, they immediately noticed something was wrong.

Because this place has almost completely integrated into the shadow plane, rather than remaining in the material world.

What's even worse is that the normal magic network has been weakened here to the point where even normal spellcasting is difficult.

If casting a fireball required a third-level spell slot before, now it requires at least a fifth-level spell slot.

Otherwise, it will cause the magic network to resonate and form a spell.

What really dominates here is Shar's Shadow Weave.

If it were any other spellcaster, they might be able to use the Shadow Weave to deal with it temporarily, but Elminster and Storm Silverhand couldn't do that.

Because the silver fire in their bodies is so bright and dazzling that they will be discovered by the Goddess of Night as soon as they touch the shadow magic net.

In the worst case, Shar will secretly inject dark power into the Shadow Magic Net to corrode the Silver Fire, eventually leading to the complete exposure of the core secrets of the Deep Magic Net.

Feeling the darkness and coldness in the surrounding environment, Storm Silverhand couldn't help but say, "It seems that you are right. There is absolutely no other god besides Shar, the goddess of night, who can pull a city directly into the shadow plane."

"Be careful! Since we have been pulled into the shadow plane, there must be countless dangerous shadow creatures around. It is possible that all the residents of the city have been slaughtered and become one of them."

Elminster drew out the Thunder Sword with enchantment level +5 hanging on his waist.

Just a second later, a shadowy creature with a dog-like outline suddenly jumped out of the darkness, opened its bloody mouth and pounced.

Before it could bite anything, it was split in half by the great sage's sword.

The alertness and reaction developed from years of adventurous life were fully demonstrated at this moment.

However, the crisis has not been resolved.

Because creatures like Shadow Mastiffs that live in the shadow plane never act alone or in pairs, but in groups.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of them rushed out one after another and surrounded the two voters.

Behind them, one can vaguely see more and more powerful shadows, night shadows, and even several gigantic shadow dragons.

Needless to say, from the moment they set foot in Tivendon, the goddess of night, Shar, had her eyes on Elminster and Storm Silverhand.

She would never allow these two chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic to interfere with Graya's attempt to obtain the artifact.

Boom!!!! With bright and dazzling silver flames exploding in the air, the battle between the two sides with a huge disparity in numbers finally began.

Having sensed that something was wrong, Elminster used the power of silver fire without reservation.

With just one strike, more than half of the Shadow Mastiffs were devoured by the silver fire.

Storm Silverhand cast a protective spell on himself, wielding his sword and standing back to back with Elminster to fend off the enemies coming from the other side.

Although her spellcasting ability ranks last among the seven sisters, she at least has several sixth-ring spell slots, so she is able to cast large-scale destructive spells.

Once it is discovered that there are too many enemies coming, it will immediately release energy-shaking spells or unleash the power of silver fire without hesitation.

After a while, the circular area formed around the two people became filled with dense negative energy due to the deaths of too many shadow plane creatures, and even their breathing would produce large amounts of white air.