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Chapter 747: Neverwinter's Darkest Hour (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)

"Help! Can someone come and help me! I'm hurt!"

"Ahhh! Guards! There's a demon here!"

"Damn it! Can anyone tell me what happened? How did these dark elves get into the city?"

"Great God of Justice Tyr, please punish these evil monsters with divine punishment."

"It's bad! Several blocks to the east have already been destroyed. If this continues, we'll all die."

Accompanied by various cries for help and shouts, Neverwinter, the pearl of the North, entered its darkest hour.

Although the passages between several districts were equipped with sturdy iron gates due to the previous plague, the nearby guards immediately chose to close and cut off the connection between the districts after realizing that something was wrong.

But this is obviously of no use to the demon who has the ability to teleport and fly.

Dark elves can also move freely within the city through magic and sewers.

The only ones who were stopped were the fleeing civilians and the criminals whose dark sides were magnified in the chaos and who began burning, killing and looting.

Moreover, because the incident happened too suddenly, and the number of Neverwinter's defenders was small and they were scattered on the streets patrolling and maintaining law and order, they were unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Even worse, the premeditated assassinations by the drow assassins resulted in the deaths of all the prestigious Neverwinter high-ranking officials who had the power to stop the invasion and lead the soldiers.

Even the temple of Tyr, the god of justice, was besieged by demons.

Many low-ranking officers such as captains had no idea what to do and could only hold out with a few soldiers and wait for help or provide some protection for civilians.

Of course, all of this was a "man-made disaster" deliberately created by Eribes and General Taro after discussing it privately.

They all wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate the original forces of Neverwinter, led by Lord Nasir, so that they could completely bring it under the control of the empire.

So even after the invasion of Leicester Port, they knew it might be a trap, but they still worked together to deliberately create the illusion that the Imperial army was going out in full force to rescue it. The two airships before were merely the vanguard, and subsequent ground troops would depart from the port by ship, just to encourage Deszel to act boldly.

It would be best to clean up the nobles in the Black Lake District as well.

In this way, the upper echelons of Neverwinter's political power would completely disappear.

But in reality, there were a full thousand fully armed guards hidden in Neverwinter Castle alone, and above the clouds in the sky above their heads, there were several gunboats and dragon knight legions on standby.

But General Taro watched the whole city in chaos but remained as still as a rock.

Although Arian Zhende wanted to help the citizens, he had no command of the army and could only watch.

The only two people who were doing their best to quell the chaos and drive out the dark elves and demons were Dumbledore and Van Swick.

They first killed the dark elf assassin who came to assassinate them, and then helped a group of guards exile the demons back to their home in the abyss, and then took these people to support other places.

By constantly concentrating the scattered manpower and attacking those enemies who created chaos, it didn't take long to stabilize the situation in the central area of ​​the city.

Looking at the flames rising from the Beggar's Den in the distance, Dumbledore subconsciously frowned and muttered to himself in a puzzled tone: "Strange, why hasn't the castle responded yet? This is not like Thors' usual style."

"What are you talking about?"

Van Swick had just helped a wounded man bandage his wound and immediately turned around and asked a question.

Although he still has many healing spells, he can also convert all unused spell slots into positive energy healing spells as needed (an ability exclusive to good-aligned deity priests, while evil-aligned priests convert them into negative energy damage spells).

However, considering the current grim situation, there are definitely many seriously injured people who need treatment, so minor injuries are generally dealt with simply to ensure that there is magic to save lives in the event of serious injuries and dying.

As a priest of Tyr, the god of justice, although Vanswick is not good at fighting, he is an absolute expert in treatment and disease prevention. He can always reasonably allocate divine treatment and ordinary medical care to minimize the mortality rate of the wounded.

"Don't you think the reaction from the castle is a bit strange?

Under normal circumstances, if something like this happened, they should immediately send out elite troops to repel the enemy and restore order.

But now the castle gates are closed and they are on high alert.

It's like waiting for a powerful enemy to arrive."

Dumbledore gazed at the Neverwinter Castle standing in the distance and expressed his doubts.

"I think this may have something to do with Eribes leading his army to rescue Leicester Harbor. Right now, most of the imperial army has left, and the defenses in the city are very weak, so they can only prioritize ensuring the safety of the castle."

When mentioning his fiancée, Van Swick's eyes dimmed, and an expression of pain and struggle appeared on his face.

But Dumbledore shook his head: "No, this is not right. How many imperial troops were stationed in Neverwinter before? How many troops did Erebus take away? I always feel that there must be something hidden in this."

Van Swick smiled bitterly and replied, “Except for Eribes and General Taro, no one knows how many reinforcements the Empire has sent.

According to the statement given by the castle, basically all of them have been sent out.

I think the enemy must have gotten this information, so they launched a surprise attack on Neverwinter.

After all, Deszel was once the leader of the Church of Heim, and he must have left quite a few spies in the city."

"So it's unclear whether all the Empire's troops have been dispatched?"

Dumbledore had obviously noticed something, and there was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"You're not trying to say that there are enough troops in the castle, but they just do nothing and watch the city fall into chaos?"

Van Swick's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that Eribes could become so cold-blooded.

"I'm not sure what happened yet, but I'm sure that not all of the Empire's troops were sent out. Because based on my understanding of Soth, he's not the kind of person who would risk everything on one throw."

As he said this, a playful expression appeared on Dumbledore's face.

There was no doubt that his adventures in Neverwinter had brought him great satisfaction.

Whether it was the battle of wits and courage with Deszel, the fight with those cultists, or finding a compatible partner, these were things that could not be enjoyed on the magical earth.

Most importantly, he once again tasted the freshness and indescribable freedom.

"Perhaps the Emperor is a cautious man, but Erebus is clearly not. Now that Neverwinter is under her leadership, there is no guarantee that she will not take some extreme actions." Van Swick guessed in an uncertain tone.

"No, no, no, you don't understand.

South is the kind of person who tries to keep everything under his control as much as possible.

He might give Eribes the right to decide, but before that he would definitely give clear instructions or let another person restrict him.

If I'm not mistaken, the person responsible for restraining Erebus should be General Taro.

So the sudden closure of the castle must be in preparation for something.

You wait here, I'll go over and take a look."

After saying that, Dumbledore cast [Advanced Mage Armor] and [Stoneskin] on himself, and walked alone along the empty street towards the castle.

But before he reached the main gate of the castle, a team of fully armed dark elves and more than thirty high-level demons suddenly emerged from the darkness.

Especially the demons, there are six legendary Balrogs alone, and the rest are basically tough characters like six-armed snake demons, seducer demons, and berserker demons.

The most terrifying thing is that among these demons, there are three that are mutants and evolved forms influenced by the Odrachi.

One of them had hundreds of eyes like a beholder, and its body was a huge, hard ball of flesh, floating in midair; the other one was a complete octopus, with thick and huge tentacles densely packed underneath, and sharp poisonous hooks inside the tentacles;

The third one looked like an abstract giant mushroom, with glowing, wriggling flesh growing all over its face, and twisted tentacles of varying sizes beneath its cap, clearly inheriting the characteristics of Emrakul, the eldest of the three Eldrazi Titans.

If the previous war between the Abyss Will and the three Eldrazi Titans left any legacy to this universe, it is undoubtedly these half-demon creatures with Eldrazi characteristics and partial abilities.

Due to the chaotic nature of the Abyss, no one knows what they are or what abilities they possess.

Therefore, the danger and unexpectedness are at their highest level.

It is said that even many lesser demon lords died at the hands of their strange abilities.

At present, all demons are terrified of these things created during the war under the blessing of the will of the abyss, and believe that they are not their own kind at all.

A small group of obyris who wanted to stir up trouble even claimed that these new species were a precursor to the will of the abyss replacing the Tanar'ri, and then instigated the Tanar'ri to engage in large-scale war and killing with them.

As a wizard who had access to some information about the current situation of the Abyss, Dumbledore activated the invisibility ability of his cloak the moment he saw the demons and dark elves, hoping to avoid this encounter where his chances of winning were almost zero.

But unfortunately, in the dark night, the vision of both drow and demons is far superior to that of humans.

Before he discovered the other person, the other person had already discovered him.

What's more, starting from the seducer, higher-level demons basically all have the effect of permanent true seeing, and can see through all invisible creatures, secret doors and magical transformation effects within a range of thirty-six and a half meters.

Therefore, Dumbledore had no time to escape from the range of True Seeing. He saw a six-armed snake demon teleported directly in front of him. The six arms holding different weapons instantly waved out afterimages and smashed down on his head.

"Damn it!"

Realizing that he had been exposed, the principal did not hesitate for a second and directly activated a magic scroll.

moment!

An invisible force field wall stood between him and the demon.

The six-armed snake demon's violent attacks all hit the force wall at once, making a loud noise.

However, the force wall technique can obviously only resist for a while.

For a demon who can perform advanced teleportation at will, it doesn't take much effort to pass through the force wall.

Just as the six-armed snake demon was about to teleport to the other side of the wall to continue chasing the human wizard in front of him, Dumbledore made a very bold move, which was to release a three-ring [Daylight] that had no damage or protective effect.

When the extremely dazzling light directly illuminated the entire surrounding area, both the demons and the dark elves who were extremely sensitive to brightness immediately subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

The latter couldn't even help but scream in pain.

Because for the drow who have lived in the Underdark for a long time, this instantaneous high brightness light can cause severe pain to the eyes, accompanied by uncontrollable tears.

It is impossible to recover vision within at least one or two minutes, and even if it is recovered, only a blurry image can be seen.

More importantly, the bright light caused by the daylight spell does not last for a moment, but will last for at least fifty minutes to several hours depending on the level of the spell.

This meant that the team that had been secretly preparing to launch a surprise attack was instantly exposed to the sight of Neverwinter Castle.

Just one second later, the warning bell was sounded, followed by bows and crossbows and bullets shot from the arrow tower.

In less than two or three minutes, even the cannons started firing.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! One of the shells landed right in the middle of the dark elf team, killing six people on the spot, and seven or eight more were injured and fell to the ground.

It was obvious that the cunning Dumbledore had no intention of fighting so many enemies from the beginning.

He had only one real intention, which was to attract the attention of the castle defenders.

Obviously, the plan was successful.

As the long-range attack arrived as expected, the six-armed snake demon was hit continuously by the whistling bullets.

Although the smoke powder and ordinary bullets made by the Church of Gond could not cause any effective damage to this powerful demon, the huge kinetic energy still caused her to retreat uncontrollably until Dumbledore's figure disappeared from the range of True Seeing.

As emphasized in many books, for a wizard, the most powerful weapon is not the powerful magic he has mastered, but the smart and wise brain.

Sometimes, even when facing an enemy that is far stronger than you, as long as you can make reasonable use of everything around you, you can easily achieve your goal with just a few low-level spells.

Dumbledore had given a perfect textbook demonstration in just a few seconds.

Furthermore, the lasting effect of Daylight made it impossible for the Dark Elves to identify directions and see their surroundings for a long period of time, so they could only fly around like headless flies.

At the same time, it also allowed the defenders of Neverwinter Castle to clearly see the positions of these enemies and switch to more powerful artillery to bombard them.

In just a few minutes, this group of elite drow troops, who had been specially assembled to launch a surprise attack, suffered heavy casualties in the face of the powerful explosion.

After the Balrog released advanced dispel magic to destroy the effects of the Daylight Spell, the mistress saw that her most outstanding son had been broken into dozens of pieces, with only the head above the neck still barely recognizable.

She was so angry that she immediately roared, "Go in! Kill all those lowly surface humans inside. I want to hear their screams and wails!"

"As you wish, Madam."

A wizard immediately lowered his head in response, then hid behind a building and began to cast a spell.

In a flash, a transmission channel leading directly to the turret above the castle was opened.

After receiving the priest's divine enhancement, the warriors rushed in without saying a word and suddenly appeared behind the musketeers, crossbowmen and gunners at lightning speed.

The casualties caused by the previous long-range attacks made these evil and cruel guys even more violent than usual. The ordinary soldiers were no match for them and were soon slaughtered in a bloody manner.

More than seventy people stationed on top of the castle and in the arrow tower were all killed in less than ten minutes.

Of course, the seducer also contributed to this.

After all, their advanced teleportation and control magic are really suitable for this.

In contrast, the Balrog and the Six-Armed Snake Demon launched a fierce attack on the main gate of the castle without hesitation.

First, a series of fire storms burned and melted the gate, and then the six-armed snake demon put on [Blade Barrier] and rushed in to kill indiscriminately.

The Neverwinter guards, who knew nothing about the real plan, didn't even have time to react to what was happening before their bodies were torn into pieces by the sharp blades surrounding the demon's body.

Even the "Nine Neverwinter Guards" that were originally established to protect Lord Nasir suffered continuous injuries and even sacrifices in the brutal battle.

"It's no use. We can't hold on any longer. Let's go to the dungeon below the castle!"

After barely repelling the six-armed snake demon, a member of the Neverwinter Nine finally lost the will to continue resisting and issued the order to retreat.

Hearing these words, the defenders, whose morale had already collapsed, immediately abandoned the bodies of their companions and turned around to go into the passage.

Before leaving, he did not forget to press the mechanism to make the huge iron door fall down, blocking the way to the deeper part of the castle.

When the resistance in the entrance hall completely disappeared, a portal suddenly opened.

Deszel, wearing a scaly robe like a lizard, walked out, holding high in his hand a long staff with something like a silver amulet inlaid on the top.

Anyone who has read the scrolls of Netheril can immediately tell that this spell uses the same magical text presented in the former. It is also the first rune system in the continent of Faerun, which originated from the observation and summary of primitive energy and magic network phenomena.

"How did you come so quickly? We haven't completely occupied the castle yet." The mistress asked, waving a bloody snake-head whip.

Deszel smiled and replied, "It doesn't need to be completely occupied. It's enough to achieve the current level."

"You mean... the seal is in this hall?"

The mistress was obviously startled and began to look around vigilantly.

Because I have used detection magic, but didn't find anything suspicious.

And if there are secret doors or secret passages, those high-level demons should be able to find them.

“Hall? Hahahaha!

No, my dear mistress.

To be precise, the entire Neverwinter Castle is located on the ancient seal.

So it is time to welcome back the oldest civilization on the continent of Faerun, and the original owners of this land."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Deszel raised the long staff in his hand high.

moment!

Immediately afterwards, the magic net began to surge violently, and the ground began to tremble and shake. A large amount of dust and debris fell from the ceiling above, and the chandelier kept shaking as if it would fall down in the next second.

But after just a few seconds, the violent shaking stopped.

Instead, a tunnel leading deep underground appeared in the center of the hall.

It is like a deep well that goes straight up and down, with a spiral staircase on the front wall.

It's so deep that you can't see the bottom at all.

Just as a dark elf wizard curiously stuck his head out to look down, a huge beholder suddenly flew out, opened its bloody mouth and bit off his neck. Blood gushed out from the broken aorta, and then the headless corpse fell straight down.

Almost at the same time, the Eye Demon's magic rays began to sweep wildly, disintegrating two drow warriors into green powder on the spot, while others were harmed by negative energy and lay on the ground spitting blood.

This sudden change not only confused the mistress, but also dumbfounded Deszel, who had no idea what was going on.

Could it be that there was something wrong with my operation and I accidentally opened a passage leading to the Eye Demon's lair?

Or is it that this eye demon just happens to be blocking the seal door?

Just as a Balrog rushed forward to kill the Eye Demon, more Eye Demons of varying sizes suddenly emerged one after another from the bottom of the bottomless tunnel.

Just like the first one, they didn't communicate at all, they just appeared like crazy and attacked immediately.

Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with dazzling magical rays.

Several priestesses and male wizards wanted to cast spells, but were immediately enveloped by the anti-magic force field released by the Eye of the Beholder. As a result, they were unable to perform even a zero-ring trick and were directly bitten to death by the fangs of the Beholder that pounced on them.

"Asshole! What the hell did you do? This is different from what we talked about before!"

The mistress hid behind a magic shield and spit foul language at Deszel, all kinds of vicious curses and swear words that only dark elves could understand were hurled out without any repetition.

Don't be fooled by the beautiful, noble and elegant appearance of Rose's high priestesses.

In fact, they are all very wild and tough at heart, and if they are not satisfied, they will kill a slave to vent their emotions.

What's more, in just a few minutes, the number of beholders in the hall exceeded sixty.

Although many of them are low-level Gaussian Eye Demons, there are simply too many of them.

Even several Bewitching Demons and Six-Armed Snake Demons were killed. Instead, those strange creatures with mixed Eldrazi blood were able to fight back with their own abilities.

After all, the power of a single shot may not be a big deal to a high-level demon, but their numbers are simply too great.

Deszel hid behind a stone pillar and responded unhappily: "Do you think I want to encounter such an accident? In fact, I did it completely according to Magrim's notes. Even if there is a mistake, it is his fault."

"Are you still trying to shirk responsibility at this time? Hurry up and think of a solution! If we continue like this, we will definitely be killed by these beholders first."

As the mistress spoke, she cast a spell and released an anti-magic force field to block the dense magic rays.

She and Deszel had no idea that their every move was actually under Taro's watch.

Looking at the bottomless passage in the crystal ball, the general with great military achievements immediately asked, "Do you think this is the place where the creator race is sealed?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know."

Aireen Zhende shook her head slightly.

Because these are all history and legends from ancient times, there is no way to verify them.

Even the elves who claim to know the most about the history of Faerun basically know nothing about this.

"In that case, let's signal Ms. Eribes to stop playing and come back to take charge of business."

General Taylor made a prompt decision.

Not only that!

He also sent a message to the lich of the Arcane Mystic Society by touching the magic ring on his finger.

You have to know that these ancient creatures are the "experimental materials" that the other party specifically requests. They must be captured alive as much as possible and brought back to be placed on the laboratory table for anatomical research.

On the other side, after receiving the signal to return to Neverwinter, Erebus, who was dueling with Thrall, immediately raised his foot and kicked his opponent hard in the stomach, causing him to fly back seven or eight meters uncontrollably. He then praised him with an unsatisfied look, "You are very good. I am quite satisfied. Let's stop the game today. I have more important things to deal with."

"Wait! You actually knew from the beginning that we were bait, right?"

Thrall stood up from the ground holding the Hammer of Destruction and asked loudly.

Eribes pursed his lips and smiled and replied, "Ah, yes, isn't that obvious?

How could you possibly conquer the area around Neverwinter that is defended by the Imperial Army with just the mob behind you?

Deszel sent you here to die from the very beginning.

If it weren't for your accident, with just two gunboats and the dragon knights above, we could easily wipe out tens of thousands of monsters."

"What about the purpose? What is Deszel's purpose?"

Sal was obviously eager to know the truth behind the whole thing.

Only in this way can he convince the rest of the orcs to stay away from this war, rather than being used as cannon fodder and thrown onto the battlefield to die foolishly.

"Haha, you are really interesting. Because other orcs rarely have such independent thinking and rationality, and they don't care about any reasons or justifications. They just want to plunder, kill, and vent their uncontrollable animal desires."

Aribes had a playful smile on his face, obviously noticing the other person's unique temperament.

"Please don't avoid the question, ma'am. I have no intention of making an enemy of you, nor do I intend to plunder any town. I just want an answer."

Sarr once again emphasized his position.

Because of the education he received since childhood, he understood that plundering and killing alone could not truly allow a race to rise and become part of the civilized world.

This can be seen from the results of the two Orc Wars.

The orcs, who had no logistics bases at all and could only rely on looting to obtain supplies, had no room for error during the war. Just one fatal failure was enough to destroy all the advantages they had accumulated previously.

But what about the alliance?

Thanks to the stable rear area and the constant supply of food and weapons and equipment, even if the Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed and its capital was occupied and slaughtered, even if the front line advanced to the Alterac Valley, King Terenas could still calmly deploy his troops and take back everything that had been lost.

So Thrall has always been very clear that if he wants to change the orcs in this world, he must first change their living habits, teach them to plant, graze and raise livestock, and mine and make their own tools and weapons and equipment.

Therefore, he had no interest in this looting operation and just wanted to accumulate enough prestige and fame and then get away.

Looking into the other party's clear eyes, Eribes responded with a half-smile: "Deszel's goal from the beginning to the end was only one, that is to open the seal and release the creator race that established civilization on this land tens of thousands of years ago."

"The creator race?"

This was obviously the first time Sal had heard the word.

But it’s no wonder.

The first group he came into contact with after his reincarnation was the orcs, who were notoriously low in intelligence and unlearnable.

Not to mention something as profound and complex as history, even the conditions of the towns in the surrounding areas may not be understood.

"I'm sorry, due to time constraints I can only tell you this much.

The rest you can only learn by reading on your own.

Finally, a reminder, if you don’t want to die, then leave the North as soon as possible and hide as far away as possible.

For it won't be long before the great Dark Lord rids the land of all threats.

And the orcs just happen to be number one on the extinction list.”

After saying this, Eribes activated the teleportation spell in his magic storage ring and instantly disappeared from the spot.

With her departure, this wonderful one-on-one duel finally came to an end.

A large area outside the walls of Leicester Harbor has now been completely destroyed by explosions and other effects caused by the collision of magic and energy.

Some places became semi-permanent small volcanoes and lava pools, others became muddy swamps that could swallow up life, and even the sky above formed small-scale lightning storms.

As a responsible man, Thrall used the power of elements to restore everything to normal, and then he carried the hammer back to Obould Manyarrows.

Seeing the champion warrior of his tribe return triumphantly, the latter immediately gave him a bear hug and shouted in an excited tone: "Well done! I can't believe you beat that terrible woman! Now we can finally rush into the town and plunder to our heart's content."

"No, Chief, you seem to have misunderstood something. I did not win the battle, I just called a truce. I guarantee that if anyone dares to approach the wall, those dragon knights and gunboats will attack again."

Thrall issued a serious warning.

"What? So you mean that since so many of us have died, we can only flee in disgrace?"

Another orc chief shouted loudly, obviously very dissatisfied with the result.

Not only him, but other races like gnolls, ogres, trolls, giants and others also started clamoring.

Faced with this situation, Thrall had obviously anticipated it. He swung up the Hammer of Doom and smashed the first orc chieftain who took the lead in causing trouble from two meters to less than one meter and two meters. His entire neck and chest were deeply sunken, and blood, internal organs and broken bones splattered everywhere.

Such a bloody scene instantly made the chaotic scene of the previous second become silent.

The monsters were all looking at this young orc warrior with fear, who was willing to kill people at the slightest disagreement.

Sal wiped the brains stained on the hammer on the corpse and said in a very calm tone: "If anyone is unwilling, feel free to try.

But I have to make it clear in advance that I won’t take action again this time.

If those dragon riders swoop down again, it won't matter to me how many of you die.

Chief, if you don't want yourself and your entire tribe to die here, you'd better turn around and leave the North as soon as possible."

"Why...why? Attacking the North is God's will."

Obould Manyarrows asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because God treats us as cannon fodder, sending us to die continuously."

There was not a trace of respect for the orc gods in Thrall's tone.

Because these guys are his biggest enemies.

"Blasphemy! How can you evaluate the great orc gods in such an attitude!" A priest stood up and accused loudly.

Unfortunately, before he could call on other orcs to kill this disrespectful person, Thrall swung his hammer and did exactly the same thing as before.

The pastor's upper body was smashed and he fell on the ground with his face up.

Sal wiped the blood from his face as if nothing had happened and continued to ask, "Anyone else objects?"

moment!

All the orcs present fell silent, even the priests serving Gruumsh.

After all, they might be stupid and foolish, but they were definitely not fools. One could sense the murderous intent in the eyes of this young orc warrior.

Anyone who dares to stand up and oppose at this moment will suffer only one word - death.

If Thrall had used such means from the beginning, he might have been able to kill them all with his powerful force, but it would be absolutely impossible to suppress them.

But now, after he completed a series of feats such as slaying the dragon and dueling with Erebus, he has gained great prestige and fame.

Therefore, killing people to establish authority at this time would only make ordinary orcs think that this was a powerful, cold, and cruel leader, and also someone worth following.

After a brief silence, more than 5,000 orcs chose to retreat, returned to the rear to reunite with the women and children of the tribe, and embarked on a journey to find a new home.

As for the other monsters who didn't believe in evil, they rushed into the town and tried to grab a piece of cake.

But what awaited them was the dragon knights attacking again and the roar of aerial gunboats.

Needless to say, these tricks of Thrall's were not invented out of thin air.

Instead, it was after he became the Warchief that he cleaned out the remnants of the Shadow Council in the various orc clans, as well as those warlocks who were obsessed with fel power, and gained experience through constant trial and practice.

Just as the orcs were marching eastward in a mighty force, Neverwinter Castle was already in complete chaos.

The destructive power generated by hundreds of beholders gathered together is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two, but the combat effectiveness is increased exponentially.

Those densely packed magic rays would make anyone feel their scalp tingle.

As the person who opened the seal, Deszel no longer cared about anything else and ran out of the castle directly.

With him were the Dark Elf Matriarch and a small number of elite soldiers.

Just as they were about to rush into the dark alley and hide, a figure in black armor slowly walked out from inside. It was Eribes who had just teleported back.

As the saying goes, enemies become jealous of each other when they meet.

Deszel was obviously very aware that the other party would definitely not let him go, so he raised his hand and summoned a huge humanoid construct.

The densely packed runes and patterns flickering with magical light on it make it clear at a glance that it is a very powerful high-end product, not an ordinary steel golem.

"What a coincidence, isn't it?"

Eribes pursed his lips in a mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

She would never forget that it was this guy who sent the message that caused her to be ambushed on her way back and she almost lost her life.

If Zuo Si had not appeared in time, God knows how tragic the final result would have been.

Moreover, after being corrupted by Shar's dark power, Erebus's obsession with revenge and retaliation almost surpassed everything.

"Be careful! This woman has become more dangerous than before."

Deszel lowered his voice and reminded the drow mistress beside him.

"Go! Kill her!"

Realizing that the newcomer had ill intentions, the mistress immediately gave the dark elf warriors around her an attack order.

To be precise, it is to let him use his own life to test out what moves and trump cards his opponent needs to pay attention to.

The drow warrior did not dare to go against the will of his mistress. He simply raised his hand and released his innate racial talent - darkness, completely covering the area around Erebeth in a pitch-black darkness. Then he rushed in and tried to gain some advantages for himself by using sound positioning and blind fighting skills.

Unfortunately, this method might be somewhat useful against surface races that are not adapted to the dark environment, but it has little effect on Eribes, who is also proficient in blind fighting.

As a result, only a clanging sound was heard in the darkness, and an arm of the drow warrior quickly flew out.

This is followed by the second leg and the lower leg below the knee.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds, and the drow warrior, who was cut into a human stick, was thrown on the ground outside the coverage of the darkness, with obvious black charred marks on the wounds.

This scene suddenly made the mistress' pupils dilate.

Just as she was about to ask her subordinates who were wailing continuously what had happened, Eribes suddenly rushed out from the darkness, raised a two-handed giant sword burning with hellfire and chopped them down with great force.

In a panic, the mistress could only raise the snake-head whip to block, but as a result, both the whip and herself were split in half from the middle.

Countless brains, plasma and internal organs flowed out at once, and the scene was extremely bloody.