When the sun slowly rose from the horizon the next morning, in the Land of Death at the foot of the Troll Claw Mountain south of the Winding River, the armies of Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep finally deployed their troops on the open plain.
In order to better see the enemy's troop movements and ensure a good view during the battle, both sides did not hesitate to set fire to the remaining wheat straw in the large wheat fields.
Fortunately, the harvest season had just passed and most of the crops, especially the staple food, had been stored in the farm's barns, so no major losses were caused.
As for the local farmers and ranch owners, most of them fled a few days ago.
They either sought refuge in places like Baldur's Gate, Belgost, and the Friendly Arm, or gathered together and hid in a sturdy wooden fortress on a large farm, not daring to approach the extremely dangerous battlefield.
Even the Balriskael Bridge, where merchants, travelers, vendors and other people usually gather, is now empty.
Only a 3,000-man orc army under the command of Fuzor Chamberlain was responsible for garrisoning.
Their mission was simple: to defend the bridge and prevent the Baldur's Gate army, which might launch a surprise attack from behind, from passing through until the army of Zhentil Keep defeated the enemy on the front battlefield.
In addition, there are some goblin cavalrymen with weak combat effectiveness but extremely high mobility, who are dispersed near the river for reconnaissance.
Once they find any trace of the enemy, the goblins will immediately turn around and report to the commander of the Orc army.
No matter where Sharevok wanted to cross the river to launch a surprise attack, the Orc Army would immediately know about it and take action to intercept him.
Moreover, the Balriskael Bridge is very close to the Land of Death, and it only takes half an hour's forced march to reach the battle area.
Even if the enemy does not arrange a team to launch a surprise attack from behind, we can still serve as a reserve force and be deployed to the front battlefield at any time.
It can be said that with the help of the strong discipline and organizational ability of the Church of Bane, Fuzzol Chamberlain did not give his opponents even the slightest opportunity to take advantage of the battlefield.
In comparison, Sarevok is much simpler and more brutal.
This guy only left 1,500 people to guard the camp and ensure the safety of the retreat. He had no intention of crossing the river at all. He also gave the task of scouting the north bank of the Wanting River to the shadow druid who could control falcons.
That way, he could focus all his forces to fight an evenly matched battle with Zhentil Keep in the Land of Death.
You must know that in terms of the sheer number of troops, the latter is far stronger than the former.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Sarevok had no plan to divide his troops, nor did he launch a surprise attack to gain victory at the lowest cost.
What he wanted was to fight a head-on, protracted tug-of-war, and then to kill a steady stream of lives, whether they were enemies or his own people.
The complex deployment of troops lasted for several hours.
When it was half past eight in the morning and the sun was already high in the sky, bringing light and heat to the whole world, Zhentil Castle was the first to blow the horn and launch a tentative attack.
In the blink of an eye, six orc infantry phalanxes slowly advanced forward under the leadership of lower-level officers.
However, although there are six phalanxes, there are actually not that many of them. Normally, a phalanx would not have more than fifty people at most, and at least there might be only thirty or so. Six phalanxes would be less than three hundred, and they don't even have priests responsible for blessing divine spells.
Although their equipment looks fairly good, they are not truly elite.
Because of the large-scale damage and control magic, wars on the continent of Faerun rarely see complex, dense, large square formations with hundreds or even thousands of people like those on Earth.
After all, in front of spellcasters, especially arcane spellcasters, simply stacking up the depth and thickness of the formation cannot increase its defense.
On the contrary, you might be knocked down and collapsed instantly by the opponent's low-level Grease, Spider Web, Fireball, or Stinking Cloud spells.
As for resisting cavalry attacks...
Sorry, in this world full of supernatural powers, cavalry does not have such strong strength and noble status. It is just one of many types of troops.
Spells have a far greater restraint on them than infantry.
There are countless examples of infantry defeating cavalry, so there is nothing to be surprised about.
Therefore, small square formations with a dozen or even thirty people as the basic unit are popular in the continent of Faerun.
If the professional level of the team is high enough, the number of people will be reduced to ten or even six, which is the configuration of a standard adventure team.
Among them are healers such as priests and druids, warriors who serve as the core of defense and attack, mages and warlocks who are responsible for control and turning the situation around at critical moments, and occasionally a bard will join in to release music magic to inspire his companions.
As for thieves, a sewer profession that is extremely incompetent in frontal combat, it is better for them to just do reconnaissance and into the enemy camp to steal intelligence.
In short, the number of people in a phalanx or even a squad on the battlefield is often inversely proportional to its actual combat effectiveness.
Fewer people often means more elite.
If a guy in a robe appears, raises his hands, starts chanting awkward spells and making complicated casting movements, run as far away as possible.
If you were a little slower, you would be torn into pieces by the terrifying magical power.
Woo——
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Accompanied by the loud and penetrating sound of horns and the deafening sound of war drums amplified by magic, the tentative armies sent by both sides soon encountered each other in the center of the battlefield and started a bloody fight.
The human soldiers on the Baldur's Gate side wore leather armor and mail, and used traditional spears, while the orc soldiers used their favorite double-edged axes and wore a more sturdy combination of mail and half-chest armor.
Although human soldiers have a longer and farther attack range, they are knocked to the ground in large numbers the moment they come into contact with the enemy.
Many wooden spears were often unable to pierce the orcs' armor and cause effective damage to them in one strike. Instead, they were broken by a single blow from the heavy double-edged axe, losing the metal spearhead that could pose the greatest threat.
As a result, in less than ten minutes, one or two hundred human soldiers were chopped to the ground by the strong and rigorously trained orcs.
The leather armor and mail mail they wore were no match for the attacks of the heavy double-edged battle axes. Usually, after being hit by one, their bones would immediately break and blood would spurt out of their mouths and noses.
It would be more accurate to say that he was smashed to death rather than being hacked to death.
Some helmets even dented immediately after being hit, with a large amount of sticky blood mixed with brain matter flowing out from inside.
Although some orcs died, most of the others were not injured or only suffered minor injuries.
To some extent, this also reflects the gap in logistics and equipment between the two sides.
There is no need to say much about Zhentil Castle. All the armor and weapons are produced through modern assembly lines, undergoing a series of processes including high-temperature forging, heat treatment, stamping, etc.
Its quality is simply incomparable to those made by ordinary blacksmiths and apprentices by hammering them out bit by bit.
The most important thing is that the quantity is large and sufficient, and soldiers of other races except goblins can be equipped with it.
This alone is enough to crush the armies of most countries, city-states and regions on the continent of Faerun.
After all, even Amn, the most financially wealthy nation, could only equip its soldiers with a metal helmet, a half-breastplate, and some other odds and ends.
The rest of the small towns could only make do with leather armor, and some even used wooden armor.
But now, Fuzor Chamberlain has the ability to equip the orc soldiers, who are consumables, with double-layer armor and double-edged battle axes that require a lot of fine steel. This shows how luxurious his equipment is.
In contrast, there is only one city, and it doesn't even have any iron ore to mine. It mainly relies on Baldur's Gate, which is imported from Nashkel, an important city in Amn in the south. Even if it spends all its savings and borrows heavily, it can only ensure that every soldier has one piece of leather armor or chain mail.
Only the elite among the elite can be equipped with armor with powerful protective power such as half-breastplate, scale armor and full-body armor.
As for weapons, most of them are long-pole weapons such as spears and lances that use less iron.
no way.
The lack of iron ore resources has always been Baldur's Gate's biggest weakness.
The previous border conflicts with Amn were also for the purpose of obtaining stable and cheap iron ingots.
"The great Dark Lord is protecting us! All those who resist will eventually die! Even the souls after death cannot escape Bane's control!"
After killing all the enemies, an orc officer held up a bloody head that had just been chopped off the neck, and let out a rude and bloodthirsty roar at his men and the enemies.
There is no doubt that they are different from the ordinary orcs in the wild who are chaotic in nature and only know how to destroy and kill.
These orcs, who have been trained and brainwashed in Zhentil Keep since childhood, look down on the orc gods, and even despise and spit on them, preferring to believe in the god of tyranny.
This is also why King Assan IV of Cormyr even offered an extremely high price in private in order to gain command of the 1,000-man orc army of Zhentil Keep.
And the Orc Legion did not disappoint them, and in the battle against the nomadic tribal army rushing out of the endless wasteland, they inflicted an astonishing casualties of over ten to one, and they remained firmly nailed to their positions without retreating a single step before their entire army was wiped out.
"Kill them all! Destroy them! Conquer them! Make them tremble at the feet of the god of tyranny!"
"Spread the glory of the Dark Lord all over the world!"
"Only obey Bane!"
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There is no doubt that such an overwhelming victory in the first battle immediately raised the morale of the Zhentil Castle side to its peak.
After all, before this, they had already conquered and occupied a large area of land from the Dragon Coast to West Heartland, as well as more than twenty important towns.
Apart from a disastrous defeat at the city of Eltoril, they had not encountered any decent resistance since then.
Some towns were afraid of being massacred after being defeated, so they surrendered when they saw the army approaching.
Therefore, many officers and soldiers who did not know the truth thought that Fuzzol Chamberlain could completely conquer this land and then establish a paradise on earth belonging to Bane.
And they could transform themselves into a member of the ruling class, seize the houses, land and property of the indigenous people, and turn them into slaves and servants under their feet.
This is why the Zhentil Castle army is so powerful.
With the support of the powerful lawful evil camp, whether soldiers or officers, as long as they can make contributions and win the war, they can gain amazing benefits and even change their own class to gain promotion.
Even before Zuo Si redefined tyranny, there were countless countries and rulers in Faerun who believed in Bane.
If you want to expand quickly and become a military power, joining the camp of the God of Tyranny is the only option.
However, soon, these orcs as the vanguard were hit by a volley of longbows from the Baldur's Gate side.
A large number of heavy arrows with armor-piercing effect fell from the sky, killing or injuring most of them instantly. The rest did not dare to stay within the range and turned around to retreat.
After all, although the protective ability of the half-breastplate is very strong, it cannot completely cover the whole body, and the layer of chain mail underneath cannot prevent the penetration of heavy arrows.
What's more, the orc warriors using double-edged battle axes were not equipped with shields at all. If they stayed, they would probably be annihilated.
After a round of probing, the supreme commanders of both warring parties had a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the enemy and their own armies.
Fuzor Chamberlain waved his hand without hesitation and said to the herald beside him: "Let our legion take action.
Especially the hobgoblin cavalry and human cavalry on both wings.
If you can defeat the enemy's flank, then throw all your reserves into the battlefield at once.
Remember, it is best not to drag this war on for too long."
"clear!"
The herald quickly bent down and bowed, and quickly asked the wizard on standby to convey the order to other middle and lower-level commanders through magic communication.
After a while, the entire war machine of Zhentil Castle started moving.
The cavalry on both wings began to accelerate first, making a big circle on the empty plain, trying to attract the enemy's attention.
Obviously, in this situation, Sharevok had no choice but to separate his precious cavalry and cooperate with some infantry and archers to contain the enemy.
As for taking the initiative to confront the opponent head-on, it is obviously not a wise move when the opponent has numerical advantage.
What's more, although the fighting power of those huge numbers of goblins and goblin dogs is low, if they are allowed to really rush in and create chaos, the consequences will definitely be very serious.
In fact, Sharevok's tactical intention was very clear, which was to rely on the terrain advantage to defend first, and then use the flesh and blood mill constructed by the formation to continuously consume the enemy's troops and create more killings and deaths.
In his eyes, tens of thousands of goblins were not cannon fodder at all, but food that could make him stronger and stronger.
Just like that, accompanied by deafening shouts and cries of killing, a war that attracted the attention of all parties finally kicked off.
In a short time, the land originally used to grow wheat and other crops was quickly filled with corpses and blood.
It can be predicted that the crops here will definitely grow better next year than this year.
Erinikas looked down at the tragic scene on the battlefield and commented with a slightly arrogant and contemptuous tone: "As far as I know, this land of death under my feet is actually the site of a war between the Sword Coast Kingdoms and the Empire of Amn for this fertile land.
It was also because of this war that a powerful country was never formed in the area north of Amn, and many families with royal blood declined and perished as a result.
But now, the same thing is happening again in the same place, which is really ironic.
Speaking of which, short-lived races like you humans and orcs are really keen on launching wars, causing destruction and killing, and will never learn from past lessons.
Instead, they repeat the same mistakes over and over again.”
"Haha, what do you want to express? To show the superiority of the elves with longer lifespans in terms of civilization level?"
Zuo Si raised his head and asked with a sneer, then he refuted without any hesitation: "Don't forget that the elves fought several Crown Wars more than 10,000 years ago, and the casualties caused by fighting each other were no less than those of humans.
Several ancient elven kingdoms were reduced to ashes in the war.
He even destroyed his own hegemony on the continent with his own hands, causing the Dark Elves to sink into the Underdark and eventually become mortal enemies.
In my opinion, when it comes to selfishness and evil, elves are definitely better than humans.
However, due to the pressure from the great elven god Corellon, most elves dared not act rashly for fear of being exiled like their evil dark-skinned cousins.
In addition, the magic ritual you used to create the Eternal Island of the Elves even tore apart the only continent at that time, causing the destruction of countless cities and civilizations, and killing hundreds of millions of lives.
If the God of Gods Io had not been magnanimous enough and the Earth Mother Goddess Changtiya had not been too lazy to care, it is not certain whether there would be the elves in the continent of Faerun now.
Add to that the destruction and killing caused by the Dragon Madness Mystery Lock over the years, and the elves still have the nerve to laugh at humans for showing off their superiority? Who gave you such courage?
The elves' current appearance of being at peace with the world and indulging in art and pleasure is actually just a helpless move to give up hegemony after their decline.
After all, the elves have long lost the capital to compete with humans for continental hegemony.
Because even if millions of humans die, they are still human, the most numerous intelligent race in the world.
But if one million elves died, they would probably be close to extinction.
Most importantly, dear Erinikas, you are no longer an elf, neither in your appearance nor in your soul."
moment!
Erinikas's expression turned extremely ugly.
On the one hand, he was surprised that Zuo Si knew so much about the history of the elves coming to the world of Toril. On the other hand, the last sentence "You are no longer an elf" deeply hurt his heart.
There is no doubt that this legendary wizard never gave up his elf identity and the pride that comes with this identity.
You have to know that the elves on the continent of Faerun are very arrogant and conceited.
Especially those high elf nobles who were born in large cities with a long history and brilliant cultural heritage, almost all of them look down on other races, especially humans.
In their eyes, humans, who only live for a few decades, are not only impatient and rude, but the towns they build seriously lack artistic beauty. They are often driven by greed and ambition. How can they be compared with the noble elves?
They are just a group of monkeys that have only been civilized for four or five thousand years.
Even in the age of Netheril, when human magic civilization reached its peak, it was at best on par with the unique magic system of the elves.
This is also why he had such a strong obsession after being exiled.
After a long silence, Erinikas slowly raised his head, narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Do you hate elves?"
Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't hate it, I just simply don't like the arrogant faces of the elf nobles.
After all, what qualifications do a group of guys who are not clean themselves have to look down on others?
Don't forget that humans are the indigenous inhabitants of the world of Toril and one of the five creator races.
The elves were just a group of foreign invaders and colonizers, and they even messed up the whole world for a time."
“I see, actually your overall perception of elves is not very good.
This means that if one day I return to the elven city of Sodanisla in the Wildas Forest.
Instead of stopping it, you might just stand by and watch it get destroyed.”
Erinikas stroked his chin with a playful expression.
This is undoubtedly good news for his plan.
The Wildas Forest is located south of Amn and north of Tethyr, and will definitely be the sphere of influence of the West Coast Empire in the future.
If left-wing ideas were to intervene, it would most likely have a huge impact on the entire plan.
But now that he has figured out his attitude towards the elves, Erinikas is not worried at all.
Because he knew that Zuo Si was obviously very happy to see the destruction of Sodanisla.
Once this important city is destroyed, the remaining elven villages can only rely on the protection of human regimes to survive, otherwise only destruction awaits them.
By then, it would be possible to resolve the possible conflicts with the Elf Kingdom, and to remove a nail that disobeyed its will. It would be possible to unscrupulously cut down the expensive timber in the forest, and then expand the settlement to turn the forest into arable farmland.
“Hahahaha! Don’t say that. If the Queen of Elly Star asks me for help, I will give her all the support she can get except for the actual help, and strongly condemn you as the culprit.”
Zuo Si expressed his attitude with a big laugh.
As a tyrant determined to build a unified empire, what he hated most was the existence of various political entities with clear independent status in legal terms within the areas he ruled.
Whether this political entity is a city built by the elves in the forest or an underground mine dug by the dwarves.
Especially for someone like Sodannisla, who might have some kind of connection with the Elf Evermeet Island and who ruled over the surrounding villages with a population of tens of thousands of elves, this was a huge hidden danger.
It is no wonder that previous rulers of Tethyr actively sought to make war on the elven forces of the Wildas Forest.
There is a group of guys accumulating strength there. Who knows whether they will suddenly jump out and stab you in the back decades or hundreds of years later, or suddenly claim that the land in the area has belonged to a certain elven kingdom since ancient times, and they can also provide substantial evidence.
After all, the elves have such a long history, and when they were at their most powerful, they occupied a large area of the richest land from north to south.
"Condemn? You really have a sense of humor."
The corner of Erinikas' mouth twitched slightly.
He obviously didn't think he was the kind of person who cared about his reputation. Condemning it wouldn't hurt him at all, so he could just condemn it casually.
Anyway, by the time he absorbed the power of the Tree of Life, he would have become one of the gods.
“No, this is not a sense of humor, but a necessary political attitude.
You can call it hypocritical, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't do it.
Also, what do you think about my previous proposal?
You know, the fateful battle of the Sons of Bhaal is about to begin.
When the war reached a stalemate, Sharevok would send out all the reserve troops around him, and Aberdare's team would immediately use teleportation magic to rush in and carry out the decapitation.
If nothing goes wrong, the process will be very quick and will be over in a few minutes at most.”
After saying that, Zuo Si turned his gaze towards the people on the top of another mountain on the other side of the river.
Since sunrise and after breakfast, they have been gathering their strength, constantly checking their weapons, armor, and the magic items, scrolls, and potions they carry with them.
The reason why they didn't act immediately was that Sharevok had a reserve force of about two thousand people around him.
If you choose to teleport at this time, you will inevitably face the siege of a large number of enemies.
Only when the formation begins to become chaotic and the two sides are completely confused and unable to distinguish each other, is it the best time to launch a surprise attack.
"Let's wait until the two sons of Bhaal decide the winner. At least I want to confirm whether what you said before is true."
Erinikas fiddled with his fingers gently, his expression becoming noticeably nervous.
Because he had extracted divine power and divinity from other Sons of Bhaal, he began to feel that as the battle between the two armies resulted in more and more deaths, something in his soul was becoming more and more excited and agitated, as if it was cheering at the top of its lungs.
This is obviously not normal.
At least not in the scope of what was originally expected.
Erinikas used to think that God was nothing more than a process of quantitative change to qualitative change after the accumulation of faith and powerful force.
But now it seems that it is not that simple, and there are still many hidden mysteries.
He was 100% sure that the young man in front of him knew more than he did.
After the brief conversation, the two soon fell silent again, looking down at the battle situation below.
Obviously, a large-scale battle like this involving tens of thousands of people cannot be decided in a short period of time.
Both sides were constantly trying to squeeze the other side in the midfield, forcing it to shrink and gain more space for themselves.
Whenever a square formation or several square formations are compressed by the enemy into a crowded circle and surrounded by people, the people inside can basically be declared dead.
Because when too many people are crowded together, they can't move their hands and feet at all, let alone swing weapons to kill the enemy. They can only watch their companions fall one after another until it is their turn.
That kind of helplessness and despair is enough to make most people who are not mentally strong enough completely collapse, and even choose to commit suicide.
Seeing that the battle situation was becoming tense and his army was having trouble advancing, Fuzor Chamberlain winked at the Manson clone who was staring at him from behind.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, turned around and led the group of mages to chant spells loudly and perform a magic ceremony.
In total, more than forty Zhentil Keep wizards joined in, each contributing at least one third-level spell slot.
The moment the ceremony was completed, dozens of dazzling red fireballs fell from the sky and smashed into the place where the Baldur's Gate army's resistance was the most tenacious and the number of people was the most densely packed.
Before anyone could react to what was happening, flames and explosions quickly spread around.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! More than two or three hundred of the most elite Flame Fist mercenaries and their experienced captains were completely devoured in the fierce burning.
After the explosion and flames died down, people could only see charred corpses soaked in nearly molten steel.
The death was as horrific as it could be.
What’s more terrifying is that their deaths caused several gaps in the entire battle line.
Before the reserve troops in the rear could rush up to block it, thousands of goblins rushed in at the command of the goblin officers.
Because the goblins are very short and are not wearing armor, they are much more agile than human soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the ranks through the cracks, using the sharp daggers in their hands to cut the enemy's calf ligaments, or directly stabbing into vital parts of the lower body.
After only about three or five minutes, a piercing scream of pain was heard from one side of Baldur's Gate.
Many Flame Fist mercenaries fell to the ground, covering their lower bodies and twitching all over, before they had a chance to display their strength. As a result, they were stabbed in the eyes or neck by the goblins who rushed in later.
As we all know, in the era of cold weapons, the most important component of an army was the veterans who had seen blood, killed people, and had rich combat experience and obedience.
For Baldur's Gate, these people are the Flaming Fist mercenaries.
They are not only the best soldiers, but also the backbone of the entire army, shouldering important responsibilities from supervising the battle team to building the command system and then rushing to plug the gaps at critical moments to prevent large-scale collapse and escape.
So now, when so many Flame Fist mercenaries died at once, those new recruits who could not withstand the brutal fighting immediately thought of running away.
Their turning around and fleeing triggered a chain reaction, causing the soldiers around and behind them to run along as well, eventually leading to them being engulfed.
Even if an officer wanted to stop it, it would be too late now.
Either you get hit by a few punches and run along, or you get stabbed to death by a collapsed soldier.
If it were any other commander, they would have panicked immediately after seeing this situation, but Sharevok didn't care at all. He just raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and ordered the archer who was waiting on the spot: "Aim at the fleeing soldiers and the pursuing goblins and fire three rounds of volleys."
"What? Your Excellency the Grand Duke, are you crazy? Those are our soldiers!" Another officer nearby reminded in amazement.
"Sorry, not since the moment they ran away."
A terrifying red light suddenly flashed in Sarevok's eyes, frightening him so much that he couldn't help but shiver. He didn't dare to continue to dissuade him, so he just raised his hand to signal to start shooting.
In a flash, dense swarms of arrows flew into the air, drew a graceful parabola above the battlefield, and then plunged into the target area.
Swish swish swish——
"Ah!!! I...I was hit by an arrow!"
"Damn it! What the hell is going on? Why are those crossbowmen aiming at us?"
"Oh no! The second round of arrow rain is coming! Quick! Run in the opposite direction!"
"Asshole! This must be intentional! Sarevok wants to use a rain of arrows to force us to fight back!"
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Accompanied by screams and curses, the soldiers who had finally escaped from the meat grinder in front could only rush towards the goblins who could never be killed no matter how hard they tried, with their weapons in hand.
Seeing that the battle line was stabilized again, Sarevok showed a smug expression and said to his confidant behind him: "Now take the reserve troops to hold the line and make sure that the new soldiers will not flee on a large scale again. Remember, whoever dares to turn around will be killed. Do not show mercy."
"As you wish, Master."
The human warrior placed one hand on his chest and bowed. He then drew his sword and shouted to his men to line up in a horizontal line and march forward to the battlefield in a mighty manner.
After this reserve force arrived, only a small number of archers and a few personal guards were left by Sharevok's side.
Just as he was enjoying the growing power and divinity in his body, a dazzling white beam of light suddenly appeared before his eyes out of thin air.
The next second...
Aberdare rushed out, raised the great sword in his hand high and roared: "For Gorion! Prepare to die! Sarevok!"
Ding! The two two-handed giant swords collided instantly, emitting sparks that flew everywhere.
At the critical moment, Sarevok used his superb fighting skills and experience to draw his weapon in time to block the attack, and used his stronger strength attribute to push the opponent away. He sneered and mocked: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you, my half brother. I didn't expect that after you escaped from Baldur's Gate with your tail between your legs, you didn't quickly find a place to hide, but actually joined the army of Zhentil Keep to seek revenge? You are really impatient to live!"
"Who knows who is tired of living? I swear, no matter where you run to, I will chop off your head with my own hands."
Aberdare was obviously not a man who liked to think. After being repelled, he quickly began to attack and rush forward with his two-handed greatsword.
A guard under Sarevok rushed forward to protect his employer, but was cut in half by his terrifying strength. Blood, intestines and other internal organs instantly flowed all over the ground.
About a second later, Jasira and others also rushed out from the teleportation beam.
Sancho even threw a [Ma Youfu Strong Acid Arrow] at his enemy's face without any hesitation.
As Zuo Si's apprentice, he knew very well how to retaliate in order to make his opponent feel pain, so he decisively used this "disfiguring magic" which was quite famous in the universe.
Sarevok was entangled by Aberdare, so he couldn't free his hands to block or dodge, and a stream of green corrosive liquid was smeared on his face on the spot.
One of his eyes was blinded by the strong acid on the spot.
The immense pain caused him to instantly burst out with terrifying power that ordinary people could not imagine.
"Ah ...
The blood-red divine power suddenly gushed out of Sharevok's body like a tide, quickly sweeping over the area of hundreds of meters around him.
Anyone who is affected by the divine power will immediately feel a biting chill and an urge to kill that cannot be described in words.
People who are timid and weak-willed may even be frightened to the point of collapsing on the ground, shitting and pissing all over, with their whole body shaking uncontrollably.
That was the fear from the deepest part of the soul! It was also the best proof of the huge gap between mortals and gods! After kicking Aberdair away, Sarevok finally raised his head and revealed his horrible face corroded by strong acid. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Very good! Really very good! I didn't expect that you, a bunch of stray dogs, would have the courage to assassinate me! In this case, let me kill you all here."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the most powerful son of Bhaal in the Sword Coast suddenly raised his hand and made a grasping gesture.
Aberdare suddenly felt his neck being firmly gripped by an invisible force, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.
Immediately afterwards, the force pulled him straight towards the sword in Sarevok's hand.
If he really hits it, the armor on his body will probably not provide any protection. His heart will be pierced in a minute, and he will die in a very short time.
"No!!!!!!!"
In this moment of facing death, Aberdare obviously also burst out his potential. Extremely hard cuticles quickly grew all over his body. At the same time, a thick tail extended from behind his buttocks, and his hands and feet looked like sharp claws.
He finally succeeded in transforming himself into one of the incarnations of Baal, the god of murder, a killer that once terrified countless mortals.
After the transformation was completely completed, Aberdare broke free from the constraints of divine power almost in an instant, and pounced on Sarevok like a madman, wanting to tear him into pieces.
It was not difficult to judge from those eyes that were devoid of any emotion and completely like those of a wild beast that he had completely lost consciousness and was left with only the most primitive desire for killing and death.
Bang! Sarevok first forced Aberdare to dodge with his sword, then swung his gloved fist and knocked him away, grinning and laughing wildly: "Hahahaha! You really make me look at you in a new light, my dear brother.
I never thought that even a loser like you could tap into your father's blood power and gain the ability to transform into a killer.
But so what? Do you think you are the only one who can transform into a killer? "
Sarevok also released the divine power in his body and showed his killer form.
But the difference from Aberdare is that although his eyes are also filled with bloodthirsty impulses, he has not completely lost his mind, but exudes the breath of destruction and death like a demon lord.
"Oh--my God! He...what have they become?"
An officer from Baldur's Gate opened his mouth in disbelief.
"That's the Slayer! The incarnation of the late Baal, the God of Murder! If you don't want to die, stay away from them."
Jasira reminded everyone around him with a serious expression.
Because the situation she was most worried about still happened, and there was nothing she could do about it.
(End of this chapter)
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