The raging chaotic magic storm lasted a full five minutes from beginning to end.

By the time it was over, the surrounding woods and monster camps had already been ravaged and shattered.

Large areas of towering trees that were once lush and leafy are now left with only the severely carbonized trunks near the roots, some of which still have remaining embers of fire.

As for the corpses of the dead monsters, most of them looked like tattered rag dolls that had been smashed and crushed by a sledgehammer. It was impossible to tell their original race and appearance. All that was left was a pile of rotten flesh wrapped in skin.

As long as it is slightly squeezed by external force, it will immediately explode with a bang, splashing a mixture of broken bones, flesh and internal organs everywhere.

In addition, the surrounding magic net was severely distorted by the influence of the chaotic magic storm, and it would probably take several months to restore it to its original state.

There is no doubt that the amazing power of the card [Spell Disaster] far exceeded Zuo Si's expectations.

It might be because he let too many magic cards in the cemetery get involved, causing everything within the storm's coverage, including the soil and stones on the ground, to turn into tiny particles like sand.

To be precise, this land has been completely turned into a desert under the ravages of magical power.

Looking at the doomsday-like scenery in front of him, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh: "Well, now I finally understand why so many places in Faerun were turned into deserts by powerful magic. It seems that I should use this card less in the future. Otherwise, it will sooner or later be regarded as a huge threat by those druids and gods who advocate the protection of nature."

Anyone who knows a little about the history and geography of Faerun knows this.

Originally, there was no extreme terrain like desert on this ancient continent.

Almost without exception, the three major deserts today were created by some horrific magical disaster.

The "Kalin Desert" in the south is where a large-scale war broke out between wind giants and fire giants from other dimensions, causing the originally prosperous land to completely turn into an endless sea of ​​sand.

The "Anoak Desert" at the site of the Netheril civilization in the north was drained of the vitality and magic of the surrounding environment by the terrible magic-sucking creature "Faerinn", eventually forming the largest desert in the entire Faerun.

The "Lhayan Desert" in the east was created out of thin air during a war between another human magic civilization in ancient times, the "Imaskar Empire", and the gods now known as the "Enther Pantheon".

In the past, Zuo Si always felt that these legends and historical records must be largely exaggerated.

But today, after seeing the destruction caused by [Spell Disaster] with his own eyes, he suddenly realized.

When two or more powerful magical energies intertwine to form a chaotic magical storm that is powerful enough to sweep away and destroy everything, anyone who tries to cast spells or use magical items nearby will automatically become a battery that provides energy for the chaotic magical storm.

If it is a large-scale war or battle, there may be thousands of spellcasters involved.

In addition, the storm can also draw some power from the twisted magic web.

Then it would not be difficult to permanently change the natural environment of a large area.

After figuring out the working principle of the card [Spellbane], Zuo Si turned his gaze to the motionless body of the red dragon lying on the ground not far away.

Needless to say, after being ravaged by the magic storm for so long, the male red dragon Beltogas had already died.

However, the dragon's inherent resistance to magic did not turn him into a pool of rotten meat wrapped in skin like other monsters or the summoned mage allies.

Quite the opposite!

Except for the wings that were destroyed by the soldiers and the orc Rhett, and the brain that was turned into a paste by the chaotic magic storm, the rest of the corpse remained basically intact.

In particular, the thick scales covering the body surface did not have any serious scratches.

Just as Zuo Si approached and was about to squat down to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a slight vibration in the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds coming from afar.

After about a few minutes, a group of cavalrymen holding torches rushed in.

When they saw the huge corpse of the dragon on the ground and the surrounding environment that had been ravaged beyond recognition by the chaotic magical storm, they were all shocked and speechless.

"Soth! Are you okay?"

But Zuo Si waved his hand to stop him: "No need to treat me. I'm fine, not hurt at all."

"Sir Soth, were you the one who created the chaotic magic storm just now?"

The old wizard who came with the cavalry asked impatiently.

As an arcane spellcaster, he could now feel how severely the surrounding magic network was distorted.

Most wizards, warlocks, and bards probably wouldn't be able to successfully cast magic in this environment.

Even if it is released successfully, it is estimated that the effect will be far from the original one.

"That's right. This red dragon is more difficult to deal with than I expected. He even summoned six wizard allies after being injured. As a last resort, I had no choice but to use my trump card."

As he spoke, Zuo Si pointed at the mysterious men on the ground whose faces had been disfigured and some had even been blown into pieces.

Although the bodies could not be identified, their attire and some belongings were preserved intact.

"What? This red dragon has allies!"

Upon hearing the news, Earl Wicks Target's face suddenly changed. He quickly dismounted and, along with his entourage and soldiers, began to search for valuable clues in a pile of rotten meat with a pungent smell of blood.

After a while, he and his men found six rings that were almost identical in shape.

The biggest feature of these rings is that they are not inlaid with gems, but a lifelike mark.

The mark looks like a flame with two eyes on the top and a claw on the bottom.

A high-ranking priest of the Loyalty and Courage Torm only took a glance and immediately exclaimed: "The emblem of the Dragon Worship Cult! This dragon is actually related to the Dragon Worship Cult?"

"What? The Dragon Cult? That crazy organization that wants to transform all dragons into dracoliches and then conquer and rule the world?"

Lord Wicks Target's voice suddenly rose an octave.

You can't blame the lord of Myratma for making a fuss.

It's just that the Cult of the Dragon is too notorious throughout Faerun.

Wherever they frequently move around, terrible disasters are bound to break out.

Its founder, Sammaster, was once the chosen one and lover of the goddess of magic, and he also had an affair with Alustriel Silverhand, one of the seven sisters in the north who was also the chosen one.

However, later, under the deliberate guidance of a follower of Bane, the god of tyranny, he eventually fell into darkness due to his overly paranoid character and fragile heart, and embarked on a crazy path of no return.

Count Wix Target shuddered at the thought that there was an evil red dragon cooperating with the Cult of the Dragon near his territory.

After all, a living dragon is difficult enough to deal with.

If this dragon transforms itself into a lich that can be resurrected infinitely, and comes to the vicinity of Mylatma to cause trouble every once in a while, no one can withstand it.

"Fortunately, he and those members of the Dragon Cult are all dead. Otherwise, if they escaped with serious injuries, the consequences would be unimaginable." The old wizard sighed with lingering fear.

The high-ranking priest who was loyal to Torm the Body of Courage nodded in agreement. "Yes! If a dragon is seriously injured, those lunatics will take the opportunity to persuade it to accept the ritual of transformation into a dracolich. Once the transformation is successful, the dragon will definitely plot revenge, or even secretly plan a terrible conspiracy."

It must be said that the Dragon Worshipping allies suddenly summoned by Beltogas saved Zuo Si a lot of explanation.

As the saying goes, "Facts speak louder than words."

Nothing stirs up tensions like an evil red dragon mixed with the Cult of the Dragon.

(End of this chapter)