Chapter 630: A Loving Mother and a Filial Son (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)



Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Accompanied by deafening noises and intensive artillery roars,

As a super airship that can easily carry more than 5,000 people and a large amount of supplies, the recently manufactured Thunder implements the design concept of "bigger is better, more is beautiful". No matter its width, length or height, it is far superior to a 200,000-ton cargo ship.

Moreover, the inventor of the Gund Church who was responsible for its construction was also a loyal believer of the "Multi-Turret Cult".

Relying on the powerful technology and magic of the West Coast Empire, he installed more than two dozen double and even triple rotating turrets on the side, and the total number of gun barrels exceeded seventy.

You should know that this thing is not the original version of the primitive cannon loaded from the back hall, but it is very close to the artillery of the World War II era, and has been greatly improved in both loading and firing rate.

The formula for smoke powder provided by the craftsman god Gund also incorporates magical elements, and its explosive power is more than ten times the original.

If only one side of the turret opens fire, the entire airship will continue to drift in the opposite direction due to the huge recoil force, and the main function is to provide fire coverage.

As for accuracy...

Sorry, this thing was not taken into consideration at all.

As long as the firepower coverage is dense enough to directly cover the entire battlefield, accuracy is not important at all.

In fact, every member of the Inventors' Guild currently serving the West Coast Empire believes in the science of firepower superiority, and their minds are full of thoughts on how to install more and larger-caliber guns on giant airships.

There was no thought at all about range and precision guidance.

After all, the West Coast Empire is the only one in the entire continent of Faerun that owns airships on a large scale, and the Empire is the only one that mass-produces and uses thermal weapons, and each gunboat is also equipped with a certain number of dragon knights for escort.

Therefore, apart from those magic ships capable of space and extra-dimensional travel, they did not need to consider air battles under the same conditions, and naturally the technology tree was distorted, emphasizing only the comprehensive suppression of air to ground.

Those semicircular turrets extending from the outer shell of the airship pod can not only rotate 180 degrees left and right, but also adjust 45 to 60 degrees up and down.

This undoubtedly ensured that no matter which direction the airship was facing, it would always be able to fire at a part of the battery.

Of course, in addition to expensive items such as artillery shells, the Thunder also carried incendiary bombs, cluster bombs and heavy aerial bombs weighing hundreds of kilograms or even tons.

This thing is placed directly in the suspended ammunition bay at the bottom of the airship.

As long as the commander gives the order to open the safety gate, the bullets can be dropped from the sky like raindrops, causing unimaginable damage to fixed targets on the ground.

So when the airship's artillery began to roar continuously, and heavy bombs and incendiary bombs were thrown over the heads of the dark elves and monsters, the originally bad battle situation was curbed at once.

Hundreds of enemies didn't even have time to scream in the flames and explosions, their bodies were either torn into pieces or burned to charcoal alive.

In short, it looked like hell at first glance.

The dark elves, who were used to fighting with cold weapons and magic, had never seen such a scene before and were stunned for a moment.

The monsters behaved even more terribly and immediately fell into chaos.

The short distance of a few hundred meters from the rear to the city wall was littered with incomplete corpses and wounded soldiers howling in pain under the flames.

After a round of attacks stopped, the originally flat grass and woods were covered with craters of various sizes.

Many ancient trees that were dozens of meters high were directly blown off by artillery shells, while others were turned into sky-high torches by the effect of incendiary bombs and collapsed with a crackling sound.

"No matter who it is! Destroy that flying ship! Now! Immediately!"

Seeing that his own side had suffered such heavy casualties and their morale was in danger of collapsing at any moment, Cripple Jazz immediately roared like a madman at the priests, mages, and the dragons flying in the sky around him.

Although before launching the attack he had already overestimated the ability of this powerful weapon to make the Red Robe Mage of Sel retreat.

But who could have imagined that the destructive power of this thing in war was beyond one's imagination.

But it’s no wonder.

After all, the old models of airships still used outdated cannons, which was equivalent to moving a wooden battleship from the sea to the air.

But what about this latest model of Thunder? After a period of explosive development of magic and technology, it has directly leapt from the era of sailing to the level of World War II.

Even the pod and the airbags themselves are equipped with protective armor and adopt an integrated design, so they can withstand the dragon's scratches, bites, and spit for a while.

Of course, those old models of airships have also been modified into new ones.

Currently, the entire empire maintains a total of seven aerial gunboat formations, which are deployed in important strategic locations to deter neighboring countries and forces.

But so far no one has been so blind as to dare to come out and try out the power of these new weapons.

"Oh my God! Is this the famous aerial gunship of the West Coast Empire? It's simply a war fortress!"

Severil, the commander of the elven army, pulled the sword out of the eye of the hill giant he had just killed, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Although Evermeet Island has a space fleet composed of star-wing magic warships, whose powerful magic force is enough to wipe a city off the map in an instant, that is the result of the joint efforts of dozens of high-level elven wizards.

But what about this gunboat now?

Apart from a few mages in the central control room who are responsible for maintaining magical protection during battles, no human control is needed at all.

All the shells and bombs are manufactured in advance at the rear and moved into the cabin for storage.

Moreover, after Shuoyou's transformation, both the turret and the ammunition supply are fully automatic.

The commander and the dragon knight were the only living people on the entire ship, the rest were simple constructs and undead creatures without exception.

This means that as long as the finances of the West Coast Empire allow, it is entirely possible to mass-produce dozens of ships, directly cross the seas and mountains to launch surprise bombings on targets thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away, and raze enemy cities and villages to the ground.

"Look! Those dragons are flying over and trying to attack our allies!"

A ranger shouted, pointing at the red dragon, green dragon, and black dragon that were seizing the high ground in space and then swooping down from different directions.

"Don't worry, our allies are capable of protecting themselves. Instead of worrying about them, you should be careful about how these vicious cousins ​​will react next."

As he spoke, Severell led the charge to the area where the enemy was most concentrated, wielding the silver-glowing Moon Blade in his hand and killing indiscriminately.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen elite dark elf warriors fell in a pool of blood, covering their necks, eyes and other vital parts with unwilling looks on their faces.

Because the enemy coalition was blocked by artillery fire and bombs, the part that climbed up the city wall had become an isolated force and was being besieged by elven soldiers that outnumbered them several times.

Without backup they wouldn't have lasted long.

As for the summoned demons and yugoloths, they immediately cast teleportation spells and retreated to the rear when they saw the situation was not good.

This is why Cripple Jazz is so nervous and anxious.

His original plan was to use a surprise attack to directly fight the elves on the wall, forcing the other party not to easily use those large-scale destructive spells and artillery attacks.

But now there is a huge loophole in this plan. Although the airship dare not bomb the battle area near the wall of both sides, it can cut off the people who rush up later.

Therefore, the Drow coalition must shoot down or even drive away the gunboat at all costs.

At the very least, we must prevent it from carrying out such indiscriminate bombing from such a high position.

Following Cripple Jazz's order, the first one to rush towards the airship was an old male red dragon with a bad temper.

It is over twenty-five meters long and is obviously larger and more ferocious than other dragons.

He stubbornly endured the defensive lightning shot from the airship and rushed directly to the flight deck, wanting to open his mouth and spit out a deadly breath of fire.

But unfortunately, at this critical moment, two dragon knights and their dragon companions suddenly jumped out of the side cabin and rushed over from the left and right directions respectively.

One of them spewed out biting frost, and the other spewed out a highly corrosive acid liquid.

If it was an ordinary spell, with the resistance brought by the old red dragon's physique and scales, there was no need to pay any attention to it at all.

But the problem was that he didn't dare to underestimate the breath from his own kind, so he immediately made a sharp turn and flew to a higher place at an angle of almost ninety degrees.

Just as the original propeller fighter fights liked to seize the commanding heights, the battles between dragons were the same.

Whoever occupies the high point will have a wider field of vision, and it will also be easier to dive and attack the enemy.

On the other side, several other dragons were also entangled by the dragon rider, and an extremely rare air battle unfolded around the huge airship.

Although the dragons of the Dragon Knights were all bred by Zuo Si through the fusion of multiple dragon species through genetic and magical transformation technology, their actual age is often very young.

But their size is already approaching that of a young or even adult dragon in this world.

The damage caused by dragon breath is also almost the same.

I guess the only thing he lacks is rich combat experience and spell-like abilities.

However, with the help of specially trained knights and the fact that they were outnumbered, they did not suffer much.

But after the dragon's attack, the airship obviously couldn't fire as recklessly as before, but had to be careful to avoid accidentally hurting its own people.

The decrease in the intensity of firepower immediately restored the morale of the Drow coalition forces on the ground and they rushed towards the wall again.

One of the female drow even released an unknown spell at an extremely fast speed after approaching the city gate.

The next second...

Snap! The originally solid door instantly shattered into countless tiny pieces like glass.

These fragments were extremely sharp and immediately caused serious damage to the elf soldiers who were waiting behind the door. The one closest to them had a bloody face and his eyes turned into creepy blood holes.

Although the enchanted armor on their bodies blocked most of the damage, some of their exposed skin was still pierced and scratched by the sharp fragments, and they fell to the ground with screams.

"Right now! Rush in and kill all these damn surface fairies! The great Queen God will bless us!"

Another high-ranking priestess wearing the holy emblem raised her mace and charged with a group of giant spiders and spider-like drow that suddenly jumped out of the ground.

Especially the latter, which can not only crawl on 90-degree walls and even ceilings like a spider, but also has a strong jumping ability like a grasshopper, and can easily jump to a height of two floors or a distance of more than ten meters.

Once these guys jump into the crowd, they will immediately destroy the formation that has been organized with great difficulty, causing the surrounding elf soldiers to fall into chaos.

Almost at the same time, the earth giants enslaved by magic also crawled out from the ground, relying on their extremely hard shells, and rushed through the crowd like heavy tanks.

The goblins who served as cannon fodder could finally make use of their numerical advantage. They used their short height to get between their opponents' legs and use the daggers and daggers in their hands to attack their vital parts or thighs.

Some elf warriors would often feel a sudden sharp pain coming from below while fighting, and when they lowered their heads, they found that they had been severely stabbed by the goblins.

There is no doubt that the Dark Elf coalition taught these self-righteous "young master soldiers" from Yongju Island a solid lesson with their fearless attack.

If the elves themselves did not have much fear of death, humans would have collapsed long ago.

At this moment, more than 600 of the 5,000 soldiers have died, and nearly 1,400 to 1,500 are injured to varying degrees.

But Silinxi remained unmoved and still had no intention of starting the magic ceremony. Instead, she watched these elven warriors, priests and low-level wizards fighting bloody battles.

Because she knew that the Queen asked her to lead this team so that they could experience the ups and downs and realize the cruelty of this world again, and eventually grow into pillars with firm will.

As for those who died in the battle, they can all be resurrected by high-level priests after the battle is over.

Yes, you read that right, it is a collective resurrection.

For forces like Evermeet and the drow cities in the Underdark where divine magic is rampant, large-scale resurrection has never been a difficult task.

In Drizzt's hometown, Menzoberranzan, in almost every war between families, the bodies of the dead would be taken away by the victorious side and then resurrected to become their own fighting force.

The Du'erden family relied on wars time and time again to expand from an unknown small family to a wealthy family with hundreds of elite warriors.

So casualties were not a big problem from the beginning.

What Silinxi has to do is to put as much pressure on these elves as possible so that they can be tempered in adversity, and then give up those unrealistic fantasies and grow into excellent officers and experienced warriors.

This is also the most important reason why the top leaders of Yongju Island strongly support the restoration of the Kingdom of Cormanthor.

On the other side, Cripple Jazz also led an elite commando team into the interior of the airship with the help of teleportation magic, intending to seize and occupy this powerful aerial fortress.

But when these dozens of people appeared inside the cabin, they were immediately dumbfounded.

Because they did not find any operators on the turrets, only fully enclosed turrets and automated ammunition supply systems.

The turret will automatically rotate to lock onto the ground target, and then fire without hesitation, firing shells or incendiary bombs that can produce violent explosions.

Needless to say, this airship is also essentially a New Phyrexian-style oil-burning creation, with an independent consciousness in charge of its operation.

To it, these turrets are like human fingers and toes.

"Damn it! This thing is a magical creation!"

A leader of the Ozkven clan showed an expression of great astonishment.

In his opinion, anything that can move on its own is most likely related to magic.

"We have to find the control room!"

Cripple Jazz immediately came to his senses and looked towards the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Just as he was limping towards the stairs, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly came from above his head.

Before anyone could react, two golems made entirely of steel appeared out of nowhere and blocked the only intersection.

At the same time, a large number of modified undead creatures appeared out of thin air behind him, forming a double team from the front and back.

Since the entire airship is a whole, it naturally knows that there is an invader in its body, and directly sounds the alarm to summon all the golems and undead creatures stationed nearby.

Among them is the extremely difficult undead creature like the Death-Eyed Tyrant.

"Damn it! This is troublesome! How did they find out that we came in? There is clearly nothing here..."

Cripple Jazz couldn't help but swear, and his expression became extremely ugly.

"Idiot! Look at those turrets that rotate and fire automatically. This ship must be covered with invisible monitoring magic. You're going to kill me now!"

Another drow warrior quickly drew out the two-handed giant sword from his back and prepared for the battle.

He knew very well that his innate magic skills were completely useless against golems and undead creatures. He could only rely on his brute force to fight his way out and find the so-called "control room" in his imagination.

Fortunately, there were quite a few mages and priests in the team, so the commandos were not too panicked.

One of the mages used the narrow space of the airship cabin corridor to directly block one side of the golem with a wall of force, intending to deal with the undead that were easier to deal with first.

But just a second later, he realized that he had made a mistake, a huge mistake.

The walls and the ground of the originally blocked corridor suddenly began to sink, and then more golems dropped directly from the upper level.

What is even more incredible is that many members of the commando team were separated into different levels because of their scattered positions.

A drow wizard wanted to transform into a spirit and pass through the ceiling to meet up with his teammates, but he was instantly blown away by a strong airflow and fell out of the airship.

Before he could react to what was happening, a dragon and a knight swooped down and spewed deadly flames.

In the end, the poor wizard was killed in his spirit state, and his charred body fell from a high altitude to the ground and shattered into pieces.

At this moment, the commander in the control room, a dark guard who believed in Bane, suddenly grinned with a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, and without turning his head, he ordered his subordinates: "Activate all defense mechanisms immediately.

I want to see how long these fools can last in the endless traps and sneak attacks.

I hope they can give a wonderful performance with their lives.

"As you wish."

The mage leader who was assigned to the airship shuddered involuntarily, his eyes revealing his genuine fear of the dark guards.

The reason was very simple. He knew that this guy was an absolute pervert and a sadist.

Any enemy that falls into the hands of the Dark Guards is unlikely to die a quick death unless they are played with too much, tortured to death, or suffer a complete mental and will collapse.

What's more, this airship is alive! It can secrete horrible oil and turn people into monsters!

Anyone who saw that scene would feel their scalp tingling.

Therefore, the wizard leader understood that these dark elves who had no idea about the airship had no chance of escaping by chance.

Because at the beginning of the first battle, each of them was inadvertently infected with the black grease.

What awaits them will be becoming slaves of this airship and never being able to stand up again, just like those strange undead creatures.

While the warring parties were fighting selflessly for the control of this land, in an open space far outside the battlefield, Zuo Si was confronting a male dark elf wearing a mask on his face and a cloak that looked like the stars in the night sky.

确切地说从战争开始的时候,他们俩就已经站在这里了,但谁也没有开口说话,更没有任何动作,只是相互注视着彼此。

其中左思的神态明显很轻松,就仿佛在进行饭后散步。

可戴着面具的黑暗精灵却十分紧张,而且目光中透露出赤裸裸毫不掩饰的愤怒与仇恨。

不用问也知道,这家伙就是黑暗精灵男性所信奉的阴谋之神维伦。

他原本降临化身是想要偷袭丝琳希,重伤乃至杀死这位最强的凡人法师,以确保自己的信徒们可以赢得胜利,继续占据科曼索的土地繁衍生息。

最好能破解迷锁的奥秘,然后把整个森林变成更加适合黑暗精灵生活的永夜之地。

但遗憾的是在他降临的一刹那,左思也随之出现并拦住了去路。

于是乎两人就开始在这里对峙。

对于左思而言,只要把维伦堵在这里什么都干不了就算对得起科瑞隆给的好处了。

另外有丝琳希坐镇,光凭一群乌合之众想要打赢这场战争简直就是白日做梦。

所以他压根一点不着急。

相比之下,维伦无疑才是那个心急如焚的。

毕竟奥兹克文氏族和杰勒家族都是他暗中发展了许多年,好不容易才在地表世界形成规模的势力。

正打算再接再厉建立一个属于自己的国度和信仰根基呢。

怎么可能坐视他们遭到地表精灵的重创乃至歼灭。

可问题是面对眼前这个风头正盛的旅法师兼大魔鬼,维伦还真是有点不太自信。

无论是联合诸神搞垮如日中天的谎言王子希瑞克,还是前不久才亲手弑杀了刚刚复活的谋杀之神巴尔,都证明了左思无疑是个拥有弑神能力的家伙。

除此之外,维伦还十分忌惮左思背后那一群阵容堪称豪华的盟友,随便叫来一两个都能把自己按在地上反复摩擦。

再加上他原本就活在母亲罗丝的阴影之下习惯了隐忍,如果不是有足够的把握根本不敢轻易动手。

左思明显察觉到了这位黑暗精灵阴谋之神的想法,率先打破沉默笑着问道:“你确定真的不动手就和我在这里僵持吗?

要知道伱那些信徒根本撑不了太久。

一旦丝琳希与精灵法师联合释放魔法仪式,亦或是直接夺取迷斯·卓诺的魔法迷锁,他们可就要彻底完蛋了。

或许不会全部死光,可一旦被迫重新返回幽暗地域,必然会遭到你那位残忍恶毒的母亲追杀。

一下子失去如此多的信徒,说不定你会从弱等神力直接跌落到微弱神力的半神。

到时候罗丝会不会动手干掉你我不知道,但伊莉丝翠一定会非常乐意消灭你这个邪恶的兄长。”

“你究竟想要怎样?”

维伦强忍着怒火低声质问。

“别担心,我不会针对你。

之所以出现在这里也仅仅是因为与你那位父亲做了一笔交易。

只要你老老实实的待在这,我自然也乐得清闲。

不过要是你想要动手,我同样不介意稍微活动一下筋骨。

毕竟我最近可是得到了一些很有趣的力量和魔法想要在实战中尝试一下。”

说罢,左思瞬间启动刻印在自己灵魂中的魔法,当场将对方笼罩在其中。

“迷锁?!”

维伦顿时又惊又怒。

身为精灵神系中的一员,他对于迷锁自然不可能陌生,一下子感受到无形的规则正在压制自己的力量。

作为弱等神力,他的化身原本就不是很强,这一下子无疑变得更加虚弱。

“没错!就是迷锁,而且还是我精心改良过的进阶版本,即便是对神明和类神力也依然有效。怎么样,很不错吧?”

左思不断启动着一条有一条的规则。

每启动一条,维伦就会感觉自己的身体变得愈发沉重,就连紧握着加速长剑的手也在轻微颤抖。

顺便提一句,这位神所使用的武器在黑暗中是透明且不可见的。

唯一能看到的就是墨黑色的剑柄。

也正是凭借这样一把不可见的武器,他的偷袭成功率出奇的高,只有盗贼之神马斯克能够在该领域与之相媲美。

“所以这就是你跟我那位父亲达成的交易?他给了你可以使用精灵魔法的权限,以换取你阻止我干涉科曼索复国?”

维伦脸色顿时变得铁青,语气中更是充满了怨恨。

左思笑着摇了摇头:“不,当然不是。因为我要阻止的可不仅仅只有你,还有你的母亲、整个黑暗精灵族群的主宰者,伟大的蜘蛛女神罗丝。事实上她早就已经来了。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出,左思立刻将目光投向不远处的洞穴。

没过一会儿功夫,一名身材窈窕且美艳无比的女性黑暗精灵便缓缓从洞穴深处走了出来,正是罗丝本人。

要知道这位可是诸神中最喜欢搞事情的几位之一,作死能力仅次于夜之女神莎尔、谎言王子希瑞克和死亡三神。

只不过她作死针对的都是以科瑞隆为首的精灵神系,因此往往并不为地表世界所熟知。

像这种同时涉及到地表精灵和自己不孝儿子的事情,怎么可能会不冒出来插一脚。

那些吻蛛者和地底突袭队就是在罗丝的授意下加入了这个联盟。

“好久不见,亲爱的索斯,你好像又变得强大了不少呢。”

女神笑盈盈的率先开口打了声招呼,同时用轻蔑和不屑的眼神注视着自己的儿子。

在老母亲那充满威胁的眼神下,维伦顿时吓得瑟瑟发抖想要后退并伺机逃走。

因为他根本没有勇气与母亲正面为敌。

可以遗憾的是还没等退出安全距离之外,维伦就立刻感觉自己脖子一凉。

稍微扭过头一看,一柄泛着银白色光芒的月之刃不知何时已经架在脖子上。

而持剑的人则是一名全身上下一丝不挂的卓尔精灵少女。

“兄长,见到母亲连一声问候都没有就想要匆忙离开是不是太过于无礼了一点?”

伊莉丝翠用恬静的声音说出了让维伦感到胆寒的话语。

后者做梦都没想到,自己居然会在这里同时遇到两个死敌,脑海中不由自主的开始联想这是否是一个针对自己的阴谋。

眼见女儿用剑架在儿子的脖子上,罗丝立刻浮现出玩味的笑容调侃道:“伊莉丝翠,把你的剑在稍微用力一点。别担心,维伦的脖子很硬,没那么容易死的。”

不得不说,挑动子女自相残杀的母亲,估计也只有她这么一个了。

但遗憾的是伊莉丝翠虽然与自己的兄长关系不好,可同样对母亲也充满敌意,仅仅是将维伦逼回来就收起了武器。

看着这相互勾心斗角关系复杂的一家三口,左思饶有兴致的提议道:“既然你们都没有想要在这里动手的意思,不如就各自返回属于自己的国度,凡人的事情还是让他们自己解决好了。”

“让他们自己解决?你说得倒轻巧。有丝琳希在,我的信徒怎么可能打得过永聚岛的精灵,这根本就不太公平。”维伦咬牙切齿的抗议道。

事到如今,他已经看出自己想要保住这群好不容易才发展起来的信徒绝对是没戏了。

所以想要退而求其次,争取多撤离一部分到其他地方寻求发展。

在能伸能屈这方面,维伦还是相当现实的。

不然正面硬刚他早就被罗丝活生生打死了。

“公平?这句话从你的嘴里说出来还真是充满了讽刺意味。我可不记得你的这些信徒在奴役人类和地表精灵的时候讲过什么公平。更何况这场战争可是你的信徒先挑起来的。”左思毫不留情的嘲弄道。

“不!不是我的信徒!而是那些来自永聚岛的精灵!他们明明已经离开了好几百年,现如今这片土地早已是无主之物。”

维伦装出一副义愤填膺的样子,仿佛自己才是遭受入侵的原住民,而那些地表精灵才是万恶的侵略者。

只可惜,左思压根不吃这一套,直截了当的回应道:“我不关心谁才是这片土地的合法所有者,更不在乎居住在上边的究竟是地表精灵还是黑暗精灵。我唯一知道的就是自己跟精灵诸神达成了协议,不管是谁想插手这场战争都会自动成为我的敌人。相信你应该不会希望与我为敌,对吧?”

啪啪啪啪啪——

伴随着清脆的鼓掌声,罗丝用一种幸灾乐祸的口吻称赞道:“真不愧是被阿斯摩蒂尔斯看重的人,所有魔鬼的典范。

你对于契约的遵守简直完美体现了自己的守序倾向。

不过我有个小小的疑问。

如果科瑞隆没有给你任何好处,你还会出现在这里保护那些地表精灵吗?”

“当然不会。我又不是傻瓜,怎么可能会做这种平白无故去帮助一群与自己毫不相干人的事情。”

左思非常干脆的给出了否定答案。

通常来说他去做一件事情,要么是出于利益的趋势,要么是出于本人的兴趣。

In short, they will never be like those holy knights and paladins who selflessly help others for some just and kind goal, or even sacrifice their precious lives.

"That is to say, if I have enough compensation, I can also ask you to help me with some things?" Rose pursed her lips and asked tentatively with a smile.

Zuo Si nodded slightly. "That's right in theory. But I doubt whether you have enough bargaining chips to reach a contract with me. After all, cooperating with you means becoming an enemy of the entire elven pantheon, and I can't satisfy my appetite by just giving a little benefit."

"Haha, of course I know that."

Rose smiled meaningfully, and then gave an order to everyone through the faith connection with the priestesses on the battlefield.

In a flash!

Hundreds of commandos and spider kissers from the Underdark staged a spectacular show of turning against their own side in the middle of a battle.

They simply left the surface elves behind and turned to charge towards the formation of Velen's believers. In just a few minutes, they killed two or three hundred people.

Especially the powerful high-level divine arts, which can often paralyze or even kill large numbers of targets at once.

This sudden backstab not only plunged the dark elf coalition into unprecedented chaos, but also left the surface elves stunned.

Although they had heard a lot on Evermeet about how evil and capricious these dark-skinned expressions were.

Even in the Dark Elf language, the word "ally" originally meant cannon fodder who could be betrayed at any time.

But the act of suddenly swinging the sword at a companion was too explosive, so much so that many elven warriors stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react.

"NO!!!! What are you doing?"

Weiren was obviously angered by his mother's ruthless tactics.

You know, the death of a mere two thousand believers may not mean anything to Rose, but those ten thousand dark elves are his lifeblood.

"What? Of course I want to see your power weakened, my dear silly son. Otherwise, do you really think that I let them join the coalition just for fun?"

Rose suddenly revealed an extremely cruel and vicious expression.

To attack the faith of her son and daughter and to try to keep the faith of the entire dark elves firmly in her own hands, this has been the strategy she has adopted for tens of thousands of years.

It's just that Eilistraee recently moved her believers to the basement of Dragonspear Castle and built a heavily defended city, which is still under the protection of Zuo Si, so the Spider Goddess has no better solution for the time being.

But Viren was less fortunate.

It just so happens that they encounter the elves of Evermeet Island who have returned to the mainland and Sirinsi who wants to rebuild Cormanthor. This is a good opportunity to wipe out their main believers.

This is why, after so many years of development, except for Rose who has medium power, the rest of the dark elf gods are basically either of weak power or very weak power.

Watching his believers being slaughtered one after another and their souls entering the outer planes one after another, Velen's plan that he had been plotting for many years finally came to an end.

As Sirinsi finally restarted the core of the maze and teamed up with other elven wizards to perform an incredibly powerful magic ritual, more than two-thirds of the tens of thousands of dark elf warriors were killed or injured on the spot.

Their bodies swelled and deformed, and finally exploded with a bang, causing splash damage to the surroundings.

The scene was bloody and cruel, totally unlike the style of ordinary elves.

After a short while, the rest of the people who were frightened to the point of insanity quickly scattered like birds and beasts.

Obviously, this was a deliberate way for Sirinsi to announce her return and her supreme control over the magical puzzle of Mith Drannor.

As for the evil dragons that were bribed with the promise of treasure to join the battle, some had died and some were injured under the siege of the dragon riders. Even if they survived, the only fate that awaited them was enslavement.

Even worse, it might directly become experimental material and spellcasting material.

After this war, it is estimated that no one will dare to provoke the Kingdom of Cormanso ruled by Sirinsi for a long time.

Looking at the battlefield littered with corpses, Vilen's eyes had turned blood red with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he might rush up and fight with his mother at any time.

But in the end he held back, quickly withdrew this incarnation and disappeared on the spot.

Having achieved her goal, Rose smiled indifferently and disappeared deep into the entrance to the underworld.

After the two gods left completely, Iristri let out a long sigh of relief.

Needless to say, this short family gathering made her feel tremendous pressure.

Especially the threats from her mother Rose, which always made this kind goddess feel inexplicably anxious, as if she sensed that the other party was planning some terrible plan.

(End of this chapter)


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