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 sneak 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.
不过现在搞清楚其对精灵的态度后，艾瑞尼卡斯反而一点都不担心了。
因为他知道，左思显然非常乐意看到索丹尼斯拉的毁灭。
一旦这座重要的城市遭到摧毁，那么其余的精灵村庄就只能依附于人类政权的保护生存，否则等待他们的就只有灭亡。
届时既能解决与精灵王国之间可能爆发的矛盾，又能拔掉一颗不服从自己意志钉子，肆无忌惮砍伐这片森林中的昂贵木材，再扩大定居点把森林变成可以耕种的农田。
“哈哈哈哈！千万别这么说。如果那位艾丽星女王向我求援，我会给予她除了实质帮助之外的一切支持，并对你这个罪魁祸首发出强烈谴责。”
左思大笑着表达了自己的态度。
作为一名立志于建立一个统一大帝国的暴君，他最讨厌的就是自己统治地区内有各种在法理上拥有明确独立地位的政治实体。
不管这个政治实体是精灵建立在森林中的城市，还是矮人们挖出来的地下矿坑。
尤其索丹尼斯拉这种可能跟精灵永聚岛保持着某种联系，连带周围村落统治的精灵人口高达好几万，简直就是一个巨大的隐患。
难怪前几任泰瑟尔王国的统治者都在积极寻求向维尔达斯森林的精灵势力开战。
有这么一群家伙在那里积蓄力量，鬼知道几十年乃至几百年之后，他们会不会突然跳出来从背后狠狠的捅一刀，亦或是突然宣称该地区的土地自古以来就是属于某某精灵王国的，而且还能拿出实质性的证据。
毕竟精灵的历史那么长，最强盛的时候差不多占据了从北到南大片最富庶的土地。
“谴责？你还真是有幽默感。”
艾瑞尼卡斯嘴角轻微的抽搐了一下。
他显然并不觉得自己会是那种在乎名声的人，谴责的什么的又不会掉一块皮，随便谴责好了。
反正等吸收完生命之树的力量，自己早就成为神明中的一员。
“不，这可不是幽默感，而是一种必须的政治态度。
你可以说它虚伪，但却绝不能因此而不去做。
另外，关于我之前的提议你考虑的怎么样了？
要知道巴尔之子的命运决战马上就要开始了呢。
等战争进行到焦灼状态，沙洛佛克把身边的预备队都派出去，阿伯戴尔所在的小队立刻就会使用传送魔法冲进去实行斩首。
不出意外的话，这个过程会非常快速，最多几分钟之内就会结束。”
说罢，左思将目光投向河对岸另外一座山峰顶端的众人。
从太阳升起之后吃过早饭，他们就一直在养精蓄锐，不停的检查武器、盔甲和随身携带的魔法物品、卷轴、药剂。
之所以没有立刻动手，原因在于沙洛佛克身边还有大概两千人左右的预备队。
如果这个时候选择传送，必然要面对大量敌人的围攻。
唯有当阵型开始混乱，交战双方彻底打成一锅粥不分彼此的时候，才是发起突袭的最佳时机。
“等两个巴尔之子分出胜负再说吧。至少我要确认一下，你之前那番话究竟是不是真的。”
艾瑞尼卡斯轻轻摆弄着手指，神色明显变得有些紧张。
因为他已经从其他巴尔之子体内抽取了神力与神性，所以开始可以感受到伴随着两军交战导致的死亡越来越多，自己灵魂中也有某些东西正在变得越来越兴奋、越来越激动，就仿佛在声嘶力竭地欢呼。
这显然并不正常。
至少不在原本预料的范畴之内。
艾瑞尼卡斯以前总觉得，神不过是信仰和强大力量堆砌后从量变到质变的过程。
但现在看来，似乎并没有那么简单，而是还有很多隐藏起来的奥秘。
他百分之百确定，眼前的年轻人肯定比自己知道的更多。
结束了简单交谈，两人很快再次陷入沉默，居高临下注视着下边的战况。
很显然，像这种上万人的大会战，绝不是一时半会儿能够分出胜负的。
双方都在中场不断尝试挤压对方，迫使其不断收缩为自己争取到更多活动的空间。
每当一个方阵或者几个方阵被敌人压缩成一个人挤人的圆形包围起来，那么这里边的人基本就可以宣告死亡了。
因为当太多人挤在一起后，手脚根本施展不开，更无法挥动武器杀敌，只能眼睁睁看着身边的同伴一个接一个倒下，直至轮到自己。
那种无助跟绝望足以让大部分心理不够坚强的人彻底崩溃，甚至是选择主动自杀。
眼看战局开始变得焦灼，自己麾下的军队有点推不动了，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞这才给身后始终盯着自己屁股的曼松复制体使了个眼色。
后者立刻心领神会，转身便带着法师团开始高声吟唱咒语举行魔法仪式。
一共超过四十名散提尔堡法师加入其中，每个都贡献了至少一个三环法术位。
当仪式完成的刹那，几十颗刺眼的红色火球从天而将，砸向博德之门军队抵抗最顽强、人数堆砌最密集的地方。
还没等其他人反应过来发生了什么，火光和爆炸声便迅速席卷了周围。
轰！轰！轰！轰！轰！ 足有两三百多名最精锐的焰拳佣兵和他们经验丰富的队长，在猛烈的燃烧中彻底被吞噬。
等爆炸与火光散去之后，人们只能看到一具具焦黑色的尸体，浸泡在近乎融化的钢铁中。
那死相要多恐怖就有多恐怖。
更可怕的是，他们的死亡导致了整条战线上出现了好几道缺口。
后方的预备队还没冲上去将其堵住，数以千计的地精便在大地精军官的命令下一股脑涌进去。
由于地精的个子非常矮，而且还没有穿戴铠甲，行动起来要远比人类士兵灵活得多。
它们眨眼功夫就顺着裂缝冲进队列之中，利用手头锋利的短剑去割敌人小腿的韧带，又或者直接狠狠的插进下半身要害位置。
才三五分钟左右，博德之门一方便传出痛苦刺耳的惨叫。
不少焰拳佣兵还没来得及发挥自己的实力，就捂着下半身浑身上下抽搐着倒在地上，结果被后续涌进来的地精插进眼睛或是脖子补刀。
众所周知，在冷兵器时代一支军队最重要的组成部分就是那些见过血、杀过人，有着丰富战斗经验和服从性的老兵。
而对于博德之门来说这部分人就是焰拳佣兵。
他们不仅是最好的士兵，同时也是整个军队的主心骨，肩负着从督战队到搭建起指挥系统、再到关键时刻冲上去堵口子防止出现大规模崩溃逃亡的重要责任。
所以现如今当一下子死了如此多的焰拳佣兵之后，那些承受不住惨烈厮杀的新兵立刻便有了逃跑的念头。
而他们的转身逃跑又引发了连锁反应，导致周围和后边的士兵也跟着一起跑，最终形成裹挟。
哪怕有军官想要阻止，这会儿恐怕也无力回天了。
要么挨上几拳后跟着一起跑，要么被崩溃的士兵一剑捅死。
如果换成其他指挥官，在看到这种情况后恐怕立刻会慌得要死，但沙洛佛克却一点都不在意，直接抬起手打了个响指，冲一旁原地待命得弓箭手吩咐道：“给我瞄准那些溃逃得士兵和追击的地精来三轮齐射。”
“什么？大公阁下，您疯了吗？那可都是我们得士兵！”旁边另外一名军官目瞪口呆得提醒道。
“抱歉，从他们逃跑的那一刻就不是了。”
沙洛佛克眼睛里瞬间迸射出骇人得红光，吓得前者忍不住打了个哆嗦，也不敢再继续劝阻，唯有抬起手示意开始射击。
转瞬之间，密密麻麻得箭矢便腾空而起，在战场上方划过一道优美得抛物线，然后一头扎向目标区域。
嗖嗖嗖嗖嗖——
“啊！！！我……我中箭了！”
“该死！这他妈是怎么回事？那些弓弩手为什么瞄准我们射击？”
“不好！第二轮箭雨来了！快！快朝反方向跑！”
“混蛋！这肯定是故意的！沙洛佛克想用箭雨逼我们重新杀回去！”
……
伴随着惨叫声和谩骂声，好不容易从前方绞肉机逃出来的士兵，只能再一次拎着武器冲向那些怎么杀都杀不完得地精。
眼见战线再一次被稳住，沙洛佛克这才浮现出得意表情，冲身后的亲信说道：“现在你立刻带上预备队压阵，确保那些新兵不会再出现大规模溃逃的情况。记住，谁敢转身就杀了他，千万别手下留情。”
“如您所愿，主人。”
人类战士单手抚胸鞠了一躬，紧跟着便拔出剑大声招呼着手下排成横列，浩浩荡荡向前方战场进发。
等这支预备队顶上去之后，沙洛佛克身边就只剩下少量的弓箭手和几名贴身护卫。
正当他享受着自己身体里的神力与神性不断增长时，一道炫目的白色光柱突然凭空出现在眼前。
下一秒……
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)