Nimidona asked in an uncertain tone while staring at the Eye of Destruction sealed inside a crystal sphere.
As a nature goddess, she is no stranger to the power of thunder, fire and storm; these are even originally part of the great nature.
Among the several legendary spells she mastered, there was also magic like summoning thunderclouds to create a thunderstorm area out of thin air.
To some extent, if Talos, the god of storms, were not too chaotic and keen on destruction, he could be regarded as one of the gods of nature.
After all, what Silvanus, the god of nature and father of oaks, did when destroying towns and protecting wilderness and forests was not fundamentally different from the former.
The only difference is that Talos's destruction was random, while Silvanus's was planned and purposeful.
Zuo Si fiddled with the sealed crystal ball in his hand and replied with a smile, "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet.
After all, this thing is a powerful weapon.
And it is very likely still under the control of its original owner.
So I'm not going to do anything rash.
Even if you want to use it to create a weapon or equipment, you must first use the power of the planeswalker's spark to completely transform the divine power contained in it.
Why, do you want it?"
Nimidona stared at the two eyes emitting emerald green light and hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "I don't really know, I just feel that this eye has an inexplicable attraction. Whenever I see it, I feel very happy and delighted."
"That may be because I used too much green mana to symbolize nature when I created you.
Of course, it is not ruled out that your own original divine power and divinity are at work.
However, I do not recommend that you use or absorb the power of the Eye of Destruction.
Because even if the god behind you does not manipulate you, you will slowly lean towards the chaotic camp due to the power it contains.
The essence of Talos' power and divinity is natural disasters and the destruction they bring.
Natural disasters follow no rules and are full of chaos, disorder and randomness.
I think you don't want to become like this, right? Remember, there are many definitions of nature, and you should never limit yourself to a narrow range.
You should think and examine from a more macro perspective instead of simply accepting Silvanus's teachings.
The forest and wilderness he represents are nothing more than a tiny speck of dust in the face of the endless universe.
As a special demigod with divinity and divine power, you must stand as high and see as far as possible.
This will make you extra powerful.”
Zuo Si easily saw through why the nature god's servant was attracted to this eye.
To put it simply, it is the mutual induction of the forces of nature.
After all, terrible disasters such as hurricanes, hail, thunder, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, heavy rains, floods, forest fires, etc. are the coldest, cruelest and most violent aspects of natural forces.
Even the god of nature, Silvanus, would use the power of these natural disasters and even diseases to realize his so-called "sacred cycle" and "balance of power" theory.
But in Zuo Si's eyes, these two gods can be classified as "enemies of civilization", and they need to be repeatedly suppressed, controlled, or cleaned out by force from their believers and churches within their sphere of influence.
Especially those radical druid sects that believe in Silvanus, it is absolutely right to destroy one if you find one.
Because in order to protect the wilderness and forests and prevent civilization from expanding into wild areas, these guys have basically participated in more than one massacre of villages and towns.
You have to know that the killing of druids is not the war that people understand in the ordinary sense.
What they have done is even worse than many of the anti-human regimes that are considered to be extremely evil on Earth.
These guys would kill entire villages and even towns, from the elderly who were already lying in bed unable to move to newborn babies, without sparing a single one, in order to achieve the goal of reducing the population.
They even manipulate animals to eat living people, bury the corpses in the soil and plant plants on top, so that the rotting corpses can become nutrients for the growth of trees.
If the decision is to clean up an area, they may also deliberately allow the bodies to rot, thereby spreading deadly pathogens.
Then control the rats and bats that carry the disease and spread it around until a large number of residents in the area become sick and die, and they are no longer able to expand into the wilderness in a short period of time.
Obviously, the druids in Faerun are completely different from the "quiet and peaceful" druids in many games, stories, and film and television works, who like to hide in the forest and live a secluded life away from the world.
A large number of these guys are more like the most extreme and completely dehumanized environmentalists in modern society. They are also indifferent observers and cruel executors.
When the expansion of civilization does not threaten the forests and wilderness, they certainly will not be aggressive.
But when there is a fierce conflict between the two, the druid will choose to be the enemy of the former without hesitation.
It is estimated that only the sect serving the Earth Mother Goddess Changtiya would appear less threatening.
After all, this goddess, known for her benevolence, supported not only the development of agriculture but also the expansion of civilization, believing that civilization itself was part of nature.
In contrast, Silvanus's understanding of nature is very narrow, limited to forests, wilderness and swamps.
He simply didn't understand or comprehend that when magic and technology developed to a certain level, they could actually transform the natural environment at will.
Overprotection does not bring any benefits at all except keeping the world in a barbaric, primitive state.
There is no need to say much about technology. As long as we invest enough manpower and cost, even the vast desert can be brought back to life little by little by planting trees.
As for magic, the Netherese have proven through their actions that they can not only do it, but do it better.
In their most glorious golden age, the great arcanist Marvin invented the eleven-ring magic [Marvin's World Weaving].
This spell can change the climate within the affected area at will according to the caster's will, and adjust it at five levels: polar, sub-polar, temperate, subtropical and tropical.
In other words, factors such as temperature, precipitation, wind speed and even light will all be changed and reshaped by the powerful magical force.
Archmages can turn the cold Arctic into a tropical climate and the arid desert into a rainforest.
Each time it is cast, the climate within the affected area will shift one level toward the poles or tropics.
For example, if the area was originally a temperate zone, then a single release could turn it into a subtropical or subpolar zone.
Moreover, the effect is permanent and can be used repeatedly and superimposed until the limits in both positive and negative directions are reached.
What's even more outrageous is that the impact range of [Marvin's World Weaving] is extremely large, about 1.6 kilometers per spell level.
Considering that casting an eleventh-level spell requires at least thirty-five levels of Netherese arcanist, the spell's minimum range of influence is fifty-six kilometers in radius, which is approximately an area of five thousand two hundred square kilometers.
In addition, benefiting from the unique spellcasting mechanism of the Netheril era, a great arcanist with thirty-five levels of arcanist can cast [Marvin's Worldweaving] at least nine times a day, and the casting time is as short as one minute.
Therefore, transforming the natural environment is not a big deal for Netheril.
As long as a great arcanist who can perform [Marvin's World Weaving] is dispatched, a vast area of land can be made habitable or turned into a forbidden zone for life in just a few days.
According to historical records, this horrific spell was used hundreds of times during the days of Netheril.
The fate of countless lives was decided by a few gestures and syllables of the great arcanists.
It is difficult for people to not become arrogant when they possess such terrible authority and power.
Through [Marvin's Worldweaving], it is not difficult to understand why the great arcanists of Netheril would have the idea that "the gods are just more powerful arcanists."
Zuo Si really wanted to know what attitude Silvanus, the Father of Oak, had when the great arcanists were manipulating and changing the natural environment unscrupulously.
However, in the limited historical documents, there is no record of Netheril being attacked or harassed by a large number of druids or animals.
Obviously, this can only mean two things.
One is that Silvanus is also a typical god who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He knows that he cannot afford to offend Netheril, who is protected by the powerful first-generation goddess of magic, so he can only bow his head and honestly admit defeat and become a coward.
The other is his believers and followers, who are nothing compared to the floating city and the arcanists.
As soon as they made a little noise, they were ruthlessly suppressed and killed.
After the collapse of Netheril, Silvanus began to sell the theory of natural balance, and vigorously recruited druids to join his army, and began to massacre villages and towns in the North, where there was a lack of strong countries and political powers.
Zuo Si was obviously very clear that as he unified the west coast to establish a country and promoted the development and expansion of civilization, it was only a matter of time before conflict or even war broke out with Silvanus and his church.
And the latter will definitely get involved with the Harper Alliance.
This is why when dividing the priesthood of Xirik, he chose to contact the beast goddess Mara.
Although the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, he can still restrain the Church of the Oak Father to a certain extent.
As a person who thinks three steps ahead and likes to make decisions after careful consideration, Zuo Si started planning to deal with the God of Nature and his followers who were strongly hostile to civilization a long time ago.
However, unlike his mortal feud with Cyric, where he had to pull him down from the throne of powerful god power, his conflict with Silvanus was like his fight with Elminster. It was an opposition of thoughts and ideas, and there was no need to decide life or death.
Just clear the other party out of your sphere of influence.
The natural gods' servants are the trump cards used to deal with the druid sects hidden in the deep mountains and forests.
The natural power and divinity she possessed were enough to snatch control of the nearby mountains and forests from any great druid, and even shake the faith of some druids, ultimately changing their ideas and positions and becoming another force under Zuo Si's control.
Attacking the god of nature Silvanus, and winning over the forest goddess Mielikki, the goddess of springs and peace Eldath, the ranger god Gwaeron Storm, the unicorn goddess Larae, and the sprout goddess Sionlia, caused the existing natural god system to slowly split.
When the time is right, he will let his own goddess Talona take his place as the new god of natural cycles.
This was the plan Zuo Si secretly made.
In addition, he also prepared several emergency backup plans for unexpected situations.
You must be extremely cautious when dealing with a powerful divine power.
Of course, it is inevitable that some gods who are united in favor of order and support the development of civilization will join in to attack and pressure the Oak Father, forcing him to be unable to descend to the world and directly interfere with the material world.
As his understanding of the gods became deeper and deeper, Zuo Si had summed up many methods and techniques.
In addition, he would never be stupid enough to confront a god head-on by himself, but would habitually bring along a large number of like-minded allies, so he has not failed so far.
Nimidona had no idea what role the creator had arranged for her. She nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I think I know what to do. But my understanding of my own divinity is still vague, and I have not been able to fully tap its full potential."
Zuo Si explained patiently, "Divinity is a quality hidden deep in the soul. Only those who possess this quality are qualified to become gods. I believe you have seen the process of Karsus's deification in the library, right?"
"Yeah, I've seen it. But what does that have to do with divinity?"
Nimidona blinked in confusion.
"Karsas seized the priesthood and power of the first generation magic goddess, but he himself did not have divinity and could not ignite the divine spark to become a true god, which led to the magic network going out of control.
So divinity is a very special thing.
It is not pure energy like divine power that can be seen and touched, nor is it like a priesthood whose function can be understood just by hearing the name.
Just the opposite!
Divinity is the most complex and difficult to explain part of the creature that is God.
Even I still don't understand its meaning and function.
But one thing is certain.
When divinity accumulates to a certain level, it will change from quantitative change to qualitative change to form a brilliant divine spark.
The appearance of the divine spark means that this creature has become a quasi-god.
In addition, divinity also grants many extraordinary powers.
For example, memory and learning speed far exceed those of ordinary people.
Because Sancho possessed the divinity of Baal, he easily completed the basic theoretical knowledge that an ordinary wizard apprentice would take several years to learn in just a few days.
If I am not mistaken, divinity should be closely connected with philosophy, ideas and values, and also involves the cognition of self.
It depends on what you are willing to believe and firmly feel that it is the supreme truth that transcends any other material or idea.
Generally speaking, the broader the definition of belief and the more mortals who share the same view, the greater the power and influence of the god.
Of course, if it is something that exists objectively, like the sun, death, the magic net, planets, the moon and other celestial bodies themselves, even if there are not many mortals who believe in them, the gods representing them will still be very powerful.
So my advice to you is to read more books about planes, the universe, and time and space, and first build up a sufficiently grand and complete worldview.
Then, from your own perspective, you can understand what is nature in the macro sense, what is nature in the micro sense, and the relationship between the two.
If you notice anything changing during this process, feel free to come to me.”
Zuo Si concealed nothing and openly shared all of his current research results on divinity.
Needless to say, he also wanted to see what the natural servant would become after forming his own unique world view and values.
You must know that the Seraphic Servant itself is equivalent to a special demigod.
As long as they are willing, they can accept the worship of mortals at any time and become true gods.
So if the test on Nimidona is successful, it means that the same effect can be achieved when used on other gods.
"As you wish, father."
Nimidona bent down, took Zuo Si's hand and kissed it affectionately, her eyes revealing undisguised intimacy and fascination.
Zuo Si cupped the nature servant's cheek and kissed him gently on the forehead in response.
After watching this "daughter" leave, he turned his gaze to the sealed eyeball in his hand, touched his chin and said to himself: "How should I make the most of this thing now?
It would obviously be a waste if it was directly converted and absorbed.
If it is used to create a magical artifact, it also takes time and energy to think and design.
It would be better to give it to Sazastan, and then encourage this legendary lich to fight to the death with Velsharoon, and let the two of them snatch what the other has at all costs.
After all, Velsharoon now possesses the knowledge necessary to perform the ceremony, and this eye is an indispensable key prop in the ceremony.
Neither of them would give up the opportunity to become a god, and they would definitely fight each other.
When they are both defeated, I will take back the eye and the knowledge of the deification ceremony.
By the way, you can also get the two artifacts [Dead Moon Orb] and [Throne of Sakshir] from Sazastan for free.
Oh, right.
It seems that a demon lord named Eltaber is imprisoned in the [Throne of Sakshiel]..."
Obviously, since Zuo Si did not sign any contract with Sazastan, let alone become an ally, he could plot against the other party without any scruples.
Moreover, he planned to trade for the artifact in the other party's hand.
As for whether the chief of the necromancy could keep the Eye of God with destructive power after the transaction was completed, that was none of his business.
Anyway, as long as he can't get the knowledge in Visharoon's hands, even if Sazastan gets the Eye of the Storm, he won't be able to use it, and will instead expose himself to danger.
You must know that in the continent of Faerun, there are countless ambitious and powerful people who are looking for ways and opportunities to become gods.
As long as Zuo Si spreads the news through the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim, who knows what kind of attack Sazastan will encounter.
Who knows, the nosy Elminster, Simbu, Khelbourne, Leila and others might team up to attack them.
This kind of thing can not only bring in enough benefits, but also distract the enemy's attention, and at the same time test how many powerful people worthy of attention are hidden in this land. It is a sure win no matter how you look at it.
The most important thing is that what Zuo Si used was not a conspiracy but an outright open strategy.
Even though Sazastan was aware of the sinister intentions behind the deal, he could only swallow his anger and accept it silently.
Whether it was due to the hatred accumulated from centuries of fighting with Velsharoon or his desire to become a god, he would never let this crucial item fall into the hands of others.
At this moment, far in the north, on the south bank of the Chongsa River, was the camp of the Zhentarim army.
Sazastan, the chief of the Undead faction of the Red Wizards of Sel, has not yet realized what kind of cruel test and torture he will soon face. He is having a pleasant conversation with Fuzor Chamberlain, the chosen one of the God of Tyranny Bane.
Especially when it comes to ruling, both of them are staunch supporters of dictatorship and tyranny.
In addition, the Zhentarim had always maintained a good cooperative relationship with the red wizards during Manshoon's reign, so the two of them could be said to have had a very pleasant conversation.
Sazastan hopes to use the power of the Bane Church to help suppress his political opponents.
In exchange, he was willing to make Bane, the god of tyranny, the mainstream belief in Cyrene, as long as he did not threaten his rule.
There is no doubt that the combination of these two people will be a terrible nightmare for the coalition forces composed of Schnubel and Eltoril City on the other side of the river.
Because during this period of rest, Fuzor Chamberlain used the [Tyrant's Scepter] to recruit a large number of powerful monsters such as trolls, ogres, hill giants and other powerful monsters to supplement the army.
Although the loss of thousands of soldiers in the last defeat had not been fully recovered, the quality was superior.
After all, the fighting power of goblins, orcs, and gnolls is obviously not comparable to that of trolls, ogres, and hill giants.
As long as the latter wears solid armor, any one of them can make the former's team flee in panic.
In addition, Sazastan also did not come empty-handed, but brought his two most trusted vampire generals and an undead army of more than four thousand people.
You have to know that the undead army under his command are not the kind of civilian cannon fodder that were simply dug out from graves to make up the numbers and who did not even have a professional rank when they were alive.
Instead, they generally have professional levels, and when they were alive, they were either elite veterans and officers in the Cel, or well-known adventurers and mercenaries in the local area.
Either they signed an agreement with Sazastan to sell their corpses after death in order to gain more wealth, power and social status while they were alive, or they were secretly dug out after being buried and made into undead creatures.
Among them, the most numerous are skeletons and zombies that have been enhanced by magic.
A small number of vampires, ghouls, and wights that possess intelligence and self-awareness serve as officers in charge of command.
This is not uncommon in the Red Robe-ruled Cyre.
After all, people at least know how to restrain themselves when it comes to stealing corpses.
After another dozen years, the internal fighting among the red-robed wizards will become increasingly intense and eventually lead to division and a brutal civil war. All the bodies buried in the cemetery will be forcibly requisitioned.
Yes!
You heard it right!
That is, ignoring the reactions of the deceased's family members, forcibly digging out the bodies, and then transforming them into undead creatures on a large scale!
At that time, there will even be a strange sight of living soldiers fighting side by side with their long-dead fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, great-great-grandfathers and other ancestors.
If the soldier dies, he will soon be pulled up and continue to fight for the red robe wizards in undead form until his body is damaged to the extent that it can no longer be repaired.
This has undoubtedly gone far beyond the scope of what can be described as a joke from hell.
By the time Sazastan won the war, Serbia had completely become a country with more dead people than living people.
Undead creatures can even walk on the streets openly and obtain legal citizenship.
Those who managed to survive the war could only tremble in fear surrounded by undead creatures and accept the protection of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny.
Of course, Sazastan today is not yet that crazy.
After finishing the last topic, he immediately whispered: "Dear Sir Fuzoel Chamberlain, when do you plan to launch the attack? According to my observation, the legion under your command has sufficient strength.
It is entirely possible to cross the Chongsa River, kill all those ignorant resistance fighters on the other side, and then capture the city of Eltoril.
There is no need to worry about crossing the river.
I will have my mages and warlocks build a few magic bridges, and then we can just push through with our overwhelming numerical advantage."
The Moon Sea Tyrant smiled and replied, “Haha, that’s actually what I was planning.
However, in order to teach those metal dragons that came to join the battle a memorable lesson, I specially ordered someone to create a special weapon.
As soon as this weapon is completed, the attack will be launched immediately.
By then, if those metal dragons still dare to lower their altitude and spit out dragon breath, the new weapon will make them feel pain and regret."
As he spoke, there was a vicious gleam in Fuzzol Chamberlain's eyes.
"Special weapons?"
Sazastan said with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
But before he could continue asking, he saw the last clone of Manson walking in from outside holding a javelin emitting black mist.
Without saying anything, the guy gave Fuzzol Chamberlain a warm hug, grabbed his butt with both hands, and said excitedly: "I have prepared what you want!
This javelin can release a powerful curse on dragons, especially good-aligned metal dragons.
Their sturdy scales provide no protection at all and will be pierced in an instant, causing bleeding to continue.
The curse can also randomly cause effects such as inability to fly and inability to breathe dragon breath.
With it here, those metal dragons will become lambs to be slaughtered in a matter of minutes if they dare to swoop down and attack. "
"here you go!"
Fuzor Chamberlain took the magic javelin, felt the evil power contained in it, and praised it generously.
This is also why he would tolerate the other party's excessive harassment again and again.
When a legendary wizard like Manshoon is no longer an enemy but an ally, the benefits brought are simply insignificant.
If possible, Fuzor Chamberlain wouldn't mind letting the clone use magical power to transform into a young and beautiful woman, and then the two could maintain an intimate lover relationship.
But the problem is that what Mansong wants to do is one, not zero.
As for him, as the tyrant of the Moon Sea, with a character full of ambition and desire for control, it is naturally impossible for him to become Zero.
So Fu Zuoer Chamberlain doesn't have any better solution now and can only maintain this ambiguous and disgusting relationship for the time being.
Sazastan keenly caught this scene, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, but he did not expose it. Instead, he pretended that nothing had happened and asked: "Since we already have weapons, can we start the attack?"
"Of course! After dark, let's teach those ignorant fellows a lesson."
After saying this, Fuzor Chamberlain winked at his trusted confidant, a dark guard serving Bane.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, turned around and left the huge tent, and gave orders to the officers to prepare for battle.
After a while, the originally quiet and lazy camp became restless, and roars, growls and wolf-like howls could be heard from time to time.
Large iron pots sponsored by Zuo Si for free were quickly set up, and all kinds of dried meat, dried fish, pickled vegetables, grains, beans and other foods were poured into them, and then river water was added to stew until it became a sticky paste.
As for saltiness...
Dried meat, dried fish and pickled vegetables contain enough salt that there is no need to add any extra.
Although from a modern perspective, this thing is almost no different from pig food, and just looking at it makes people feel like losing their appetite and wanting to vomit.
But for monsters that can only eat one meal a day in the wild and can only get salt by robbing caravans, it is a rare delicacy.
The most important thing is that the quantity is large and it’s enough to fill you up!
Even the goblins, who serve as cannon fodder, can have a hearty meal before the battle.
So the morale of the monster army quickly became high as the fragrance permeated around the camp.
With such a big commotion, it was impossible for the Allied scouts on the other side of the river not to see it.
They did not dare to delay at all and quickly reported the news to the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Delt, who was a LV17 paladin.
The latter immediately convened a combat meeting and formulated a defense plan.
Due to previous successful experience, Delt once again set the battlefield on the north bank of the Chongsa River, hoping to make full use of this natural barrier to block the large number of enemies on the opposite side, rather than relying on the city’s walls and fortifications to hold on.
Although some people have raised objections to this, they feel that a sinister and cunning guy like Fuzzol Chamberlain would never fall in the same place twice.
However, Delt's last victory was so brilliant that most soldiers and adventurers were more willing to trust his judgment.
So the doubts were quickly drowned out by a chorus of agreement.
In addition, this guy believes in the guardian god Heim, and all believers of this god are more or less stubborn, so no one can persuade him to change his mind.
Finally, when night fell, Delt led the coalition forces out in full force, without leaving any people in the city to guard the house, but instead all of them gathered together on the river bank to form a battle line.
As a result, when Sazastan led the red-robed wizards to build magic bridges across the river, they were stunned.
Fuzzol Chamberlain, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, immediately ordered the entire army to attack.
While the enemy was stunned and unable to react, countless earth elves riding on wolves rushed past and rushed towards the archers, hacking and killing them crazily.
Behind them were ordinary goblins riding on [Goblin Dogs].
This is a large rodent that looks a bit like an ugly mastiff. It is about one and a half meters long and weighs about thirty to forty kilograms. It can only be ridden by small people such as goblins, kobolds, dwarves and halflings.
Not only do they emit a foul odor all over their bodies, but they also carry a non-lethal fungus on their skin that can cause a rash to anyone who comes into contact with it, and in severe cases, can even cause disfigurement.
While the combination of a goblin and goblin dog is not very powerful at all, any experienced human soldier can kill them in one-on-one combat.
But because there were ferocious earth elves and wargs leading the way, they also rushed in and created quite a bit of chaos.
Especially the goblin dog's skin, which is covered with red spots, hives and constantly falling debris, is enough to make anyone who sees it feel tingling, itchy and uncomfortable.
Women who are very concerned about their beauty continue to retreat.
They would rather face the evil dragon and be killed by its spit than have the germ-laden dander fall on their bodies.
"Don't be afraid! Keep your formation! They are just some weak goblins! Kill them all!"
Delt split the goblin and its goblin dog in half with one sword, and shouted at his soldiers at the top of his voice.
Ever since he saw the magic bridges built over the river, he realized that he had made a huge mistake.
Unfortunately, it's too late now.
If an order to retreat was given at this time, the defensive formation would immediately collapse, and the group would be chased and killed by the hobgoblins riding wolves and ordinary goblins.
It would be good if only one in ten people could return to the city alive.
Even if the remaining few people had the support of the city walls, they would never be able to withstand the tidal-like attack of the Zhentil Castle army.
So the only thing we can do now is to hold on, hoping to repel the enemy's first and most violent attack, and find an opportunity to retreat quickly during the rest period.
Of course, this is not an easy task.
Because the coalition forces, which were mainly composed of humans, had no night vision ability at all, they could only rely on torches and a small amount of magical light sources for lighting.
But the enemy's monster army basically has dark vision and low-light vision, and can see very far even at night.
Just when Delt was anxiously leading his "Hell Knights" to put out fires everywhere, he suddenly heard someone shouting.
"No... No! Look! It's trolls, ogres and giants!"
moment!
Many people's eyes were cast towards the magic bridge built on the river bank.
On the other side of the bridge, ogres, trolls and hill giants, who were considered to have no intelligence or rationality in the eyes of many people, were lined up in neat rows, wearing metal armor and holding sharp blades as tall as a person.
As soon as the order was given, they immediately roared and charged.
Due to their huge size, these guys' movement speed, although extremely clumsy, is not slow at all, and can even catch up with a slow horse.
"No!!!! Block the bridge quickly! Don't let them wash ashore!"
Delt was obviously a little panicked.
Although he divided his hundreds of cavalry into five teams to block the exits of the nearest magic bridges, there were actually twenty magic bridges on the Chongsa River.
Besides, how could the rampaging hobgoblin wolf riders give the other side such an opportunity?
Whenever an infantry phalanx or adventurers wanted to charge forward, they would attack from the side with ordinary goblins, trying every means to delay the opponent's advance.
As a result, when most of the troops were still a dozen or even dozens of meters away from the bridge exit, the first wave of ogres and trolls rushed over.
The weapons in their hands were very simple and crude, just giant thick-backed sabers.
Often, with one strike of the sword, he could cut several human soldiers in half, with intestines, blood and internal organs splattering everywhere.
Even the most elite knights would be seriously injured or even killed if hit.
What's even more terrible is that these extremely powerful monsters are completely different from those in the wild who have no protective gear at all. The vital parts of their bodies are covered with sturdy armor plates.
Therefore, it is difficult for ordinary swords and spears to pose a fatal threat to it in hand-to-hand combat.
Many soldiers mustered up the courage to rush forward and stab, but were easily blocked.
Then the ogres, trolls and giants can be killed with a single blow.
In just ten minutes, these three or four hundred giant monsters tore through the coalition forces' defense line.
Following behind them, the orcs, half-orcs, and gnolls quickly joined the battle.
As the number of troops in Zhentil Fort on the north shore increased and the coalition forces were defeated, the spellcasters and metal dragons who had been hiding in the woods as a surprise force could no longer sit still.
With the sound of chanting spells and the sound of dragon breath swooping down from the night sky, the seriously unfavorable situation was finally curbed.
Spells such as fireballs, lightning, spider webs, grease, and stinking clouds were cast one after another, quickly creating an insurmountable barrier on the river bank.
The trolls who had not cared about their injuries before became frightened and hesitant in the face of the magical flames.
Several giant metal dragons swooped down frequently, spewing at the places where the monster army in Zhentil Castle was most concentrated.
Whether it is the fire of the golden dragon or the ice of the silver dragon, it can cause quite astonishing damage.
Obviously, in this world full of supernatural powers, it is never the ordinary armies and soldiers who decide the direction and outcome of a war, but these guys who possess magical powers.
Especially for giant dragons that can fly freely in the sky, there are very limited things on the ground that can pose a threat to them.
Just when the coalition forces thought they had turned defeat into victory, a javelin emitting black smoke suddenly flew out from the other side of the river.
A male golden dragon that was diving had no time to dodge and was pierced through the chest by a javelin. Blood spurted out wildly in mid-air, then it flipped over and fell down, hitting the heads of several unlucky soldiers with a bang, smashing them into meat patties alive.
"No!!!!!!!"
The other silver dragon was obviously his companion. He immediately descended to see how serious the injury was and whether he needed divine treatment.
But when it was still dozens of meters away from the ground, a tall black shadow walked forward, pulled the javelin out of the golden dragon's chest, and threw it out again with force.
As a result, the silver dragon followed in the footsteps of the golden dragon and fell from the sky to the ground with a dull thud.
You don't need to ask to know that the person who threw the javelin was none other than Fuzzol Chamberlain.
He did not give the two metal dragons any chance to struggle or resist, and directly ordered his men to tie them up with thick magic chains.
Because they had been severely injured and were bleeding, the two dragons struggled for a few times but soon fell into a dying weak state and had to accept the cruel reality of becoming prisoners.
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