It means that it will instantly bring almost unlimited morale, making the soldiers who were originally fleeing in panic stop and have the thought "we can win" in their hearts.
Some even began to think that Thrall had received a blessing from the orc god Gruumsh or the storm god Talos.
How else could a warrior cause such a shocking storm that even the mighty dragons could not continue to fly and fight in such bad weather?
At this moment, Thrall was standing on the dragon's corpse, allowing madness and torrential rain to hit him. He was like a god of war descending to earth, full of domineering aura that could not be described in words, as if all this existed just to highlight his power.
admiration!
respect!
worship!
Thousands of orcs kept shouting the name of "Dragon Slayer" like crazy, as if they wanted to vent all the frustration and anger they had just felt at being chased by dragon riders and aerial gunboats.
After seeing this scene, the rest of the monsters also gathered together, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining a certain degree of organization and combat effectiveness.
Especially Obould Many-Arrows, who unceremoniously annexed several tribes of orcs and half-orcs whose chiefs had died under his own command in the name of the leader of the Dragon Slayer tribe. The look in his eyes when he looked at Thrall was full of ecstasy and undisguised ambition.
Because he knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, this incredibly powerful young orc warrior would become a legend, and his name alone would be enough to make countless tribes bow down to him.
All he needs to do is make good use of this, and establishing an orc kingdom of his own will be just around the corner.
Right now, Obould Many-Arrows' mind was full of thoughts on how to win over Thrall, and which of his daughters was the most beautiful and most suitable for the other party's taste. If that didn't work, he could just send a few more at once.
After all, in the orcs' concept, women are nothing more than men's accessories and part of their property.
The only role is to do the laundry and cooking to satisfy the latter's desires, to conceive and give birth to healthy warriors, and to provide some treatment and other services.
Even the goddess Rusike, who is known as the mother of orcs, teaches orc women that they must submit to men and are not even allowed to touch or use any weapons.
Therefore, many orc chiefs would use the method of sending their daughters to win over the strongest warriors in the tribe. If necessary, it is not impossible to send the daughter's mother as well.
Anyway, they don't have the ethical and moral concepts of the civilized world, and they don't even have concepts like husband and wife, partners, and marriage.
Men have absolutely no feelings for women, they just possess and dominate them like animals.
Strong men can have several, dozens or even hundreds of women at the same time, have relationships with them and produce a large number of offspring to continue their bloodline.
When he began to get tired of some of them, he would give them and his daughters as rewards to the warriors under his command.
Although Obould Manyarrows had few women, at least in the eyes of the orcs, and he had only eight sons approaching adulthood, he had many daughters.
There are not only pure-blooded orcs, but also mixed-bloods such as humans, elves, ogres, and hill giants.
Of course, the latter are basically born with war, prisoners and rape.
On weekdays, Leobold Manyarrows didn't care about the lives of these daughters, and was too lazy to count their numbers. Some of them he had never seen since they were born.
But now, they can finally be put to use.
Just as the orc chieftain was looking forward to a bright future with a burning heart, a giant dragon covered in red flames suddenly appeared on the deck of a gunboat in the distant sky. It looked almost twice as big as the other dragon knights' mounts.
Although it was raining heavily under the raging storm, not a single drop of rain could fall on the dragon's scales that were as hot as lava.
To be precise, the rain had already been evaporated into water vapor by the terrifyingly high temperature before it had a chance to get close, and from a distance it looked like it was shrouded in white mist.
Faintly, through the white fog, you can see a figure wearing pure black full body plate armor on the dragon's back.
The flaming dragon spread its wings and leaped, swooping down directly from the flight deck of the aerial gunship.
Because the speed is too fast and all liquid water will evaporate into gas, it leaves a striking white line in the sky along the way, and it itself looks as spectacular as the shock wave formed by breaking the sound barrier.
boom!!!!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the diving flaming dragon.
But unfortunately, when the lightning struck, an invisible light curtain absorbed all the destructive force. It was obviously a protective spell like [Protection from Energy Damage] and [Energy Immunity] that was at work.
However, this result did not surprise Sal too much.
It would be strange if they dared to attack in such a terrible storm without any preparation.
You know, even among the giant dragons with blue dragon bloodlines that are completely immune to lightning damage, few dare to continue flying in the pouring rain.
Because maybe they are not afraid of lightning, but they cannot ignore the power of super tornadoes.
If you are accidentally attracted there, you will be injured even if you don't die.
What's more, even if the dragon can withstand it, the knight on its back cannot and will definitely be thrown off and smashed into a meat paste.
In just a few seconds, the giant flaming dragon covered in white vapor descended hundreds of meters and was very close to the ground.
The monsters below and the residents of Leicester Port could even clearly see the faint glow of fire emerging from the white mist, as well as the hideous and terrifying huge head.
Just when everyone thought that he would spit out hot dragon breath to burn everything in front of him, the dragon suddenly came to an emergency stop and flapped its wings and landed steadily on the muddy ground.
Chi chi chi chi——
The high temperature and heat wave instantly vaporized the accumulated water on the ground, and even the mud that was like paste hardened and cracked in an instant. The trees, weeds and roots began to burn violently and quickly turned into ashes.
The high-temperature steam in the surrounding environment even severely burned the skin and respiratory system of the dozen orcs closest to them, causing them to fall to the ground and howl in pain.
The terrifying dragon's might made the monster army, which was in an excited state just now, become silent in an instant.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, a figure wearing hideous black plate armor stepped on the dragon's head and jumped down. His heavy boots left two deep footprints on the ground with a thud.
When she walked out of the area covered by the white steam, the monsters finally saw clearly that it was a woman.
To be exact, she is a beautiful half-elf with long brown hair that is slightly reddish and slightly pointy ears.
The exquisite carvings and patterns on the armor, as well as the huge dark red gem on the chest, all exude a deep and evil aura.
The two-handed giant sword on his back was like the giant dragon behind him, constantly spewing out bright and dazzling flames, and the rain evaporated into white water vapor before it could even fall.
A woman?!
All the monsters present showed expressions of shock and disbelief at the same time.
In stark contrast to them, the residents of Leicester Port began to cheer loudly as if they had seen a savior.
"Damn it! I remember now! She... She is Erebeth de Timalande! Lord Nasir's deputy and the second most important person in Neverwinter."
An ogre magician was the first to recognize the other party's identity, and his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and fear.
"Erebeth? Isn't she a paladin of Tyr, the god of justice? Why is her alignment aura red, which symbolizes evil?"
Another gnoll priest wearing Yeenoghu widened his eyes in surprise.
After all, there is no tribe in the Neverwinter Forest that has not heard of the name "Erebeth de Timalande".
Those who tend to be good will see it as a benevolent protector, while those who tend to be evil will see it as the biggest threat and obstacle.
Over the years, countless monsters, bandits, and beasts that invaded villages and towns have died at her hands, including a team of red-robed wizards from Cyre.
But now, this former holy warrior has become something completely different.
Whether it was the hideous skull on the black armor, the pair of eyes flashing with malice, or the crimson camp light, all pointed to a terrible outcome.
Depravity!
And it's not just ordinary corruption, but he has also gained the favor of a powerful evil being.
While the ogre mage and the gnoll priest were talking, Erebeth had already arrived in front of Thrall and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. After a full minute, he pursed his lips and smiled and commented: "You are really good to be able to kill an imperial dragon knight and his mount, and summon a storm of this magnitude."
"Are you here to avenge your men, ma'am?"
Sal undoubtedly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party, and his face suddenly became extremely serious.
"revenge?"
Eribes glanced at the dragon rider and the dragon's corpse and laughed contemptuously.
"No, of course not.
I'm not interested in doing something so boring.
What's more, this is war. Killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy is a common occurrence and there is nothing to complain about.
I just want an opponent who is strong enough to test my current strength, that's all."
"So you chose me?"
Thrall subconsciously tightened his grip on the Hammer of Destruction.
It is not difficult to judge from the conversation between the two that neither of them knows each other's identity and that they are both serving the same master.
Eribes raised his chin slightly and smiled, "That's right! Because you are the only opponent worth fighting among these monsters.
As for the others, they are just a mob.
They are like ants and small insects on the ground. Whether they are alive or dead, they will not have any impact on the world. "
As the last word came out of his mouth, Eribes suddenly raised his hand and gestured to the flaming dragon behind him.
The next second...
The latter pounced directly at the nearest werewolf, opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a super-giant fireball with a diameter of more than 30 meters.
The moment it expanded and exploded, hundreds of gnolls were instantly swallowed up by the horrific high temperature. They didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to ashes.
When the dazzling flames gradually faded, the soil and rocks on the ground showed obvious signs of melting.
The rain will evaporate immediately when it hits it, and form a thick fog around it.
The flaming dragon used the fog to block the view as a cover, and rushed in at lightning speed to kill indiscriminately, clearing the entire area in a short while.
Hearing the terrified and desperate shouts coming from afar, the corners of Eribes' mouth rose noticeably. He drew out the Hellfire Two-handed Greatsword with an enchantment level +5 behind him and invited him in an irresistible tone: "Come on, let me see what you can do. If you can't satisfy me, don't even think about leaving alive."
Before he finished speaking!
The huge gem on her chest suddenly spewed out the sinful fire from the hell of Baator, wrapping her whole body, and then rushed forward and started to chop her with great force.
Clang! The sharp sword blade fiercely left its own mark on the scarred Hammer of Destruction.
The flying sparks made Thrall feel the astonishing heat, as well as the unspeakable evil and filth in the flames.
As a shaman, communicating with the elements and borrowing their power is as easy for him as breathing.
But the foul hellfire before him was nothing like ordinary elemental flame. It was more like an energy with a strong evil consciousness, and the flame was just its superficial manifestation.
After realizing this, Thrall immediately summoned the power of water elements to infuse his warhammer to resist the possible erosion of the filth.
Bang! With the gushing of the torrent, Eribes was instantly pushed out more than ten meters away, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Just as she was about to rush forward and launch an attack again, she suddenly felt a violent vibration from the ground beneath her feet.
Then a huge rock hand rose from the ground and grabbed the whole person tightly in its palm.
If it were an ordinary person, they would basically be powerless to do anything if they encountered this situation.
But Eribes suddenly urged the hellfire to burn fiercely, melting the rock hands that bound him into boiling magma.
The moment she landed, she immediately saw a war hammer flashing with lightning coming down towards her.
But this time she did not choose to take it head-on, but instead teleported a short distance to the back of her opponent and swung the giant sword at her legs.
As a gladiator champion, Thrall had experienced too many fierce battles, so after losing his target, he immediately realized how dangerous his situation was. He instantly used the power of the wind element to create a strong airflow to push himself, just enough to avoid the fatal attack from behind.
After completing the exchange of positions, he quickly landed on the ground, turned around, and stared at the dangerous woman a few steps away with full alert, breathing heavily.
In order not to affect his concentration, Thrall even gave up distractions to guide the storm.
This directly caused the dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and tornadoes that originally covered the entire area to gradually dissipate.
When the wind and rain subsided to a certain extent, even people from a long distance could observe Eribeth and Thrall fighting in the middle of the battlefield.
Even though they were all wearing armor and wielding heavy weapons, it looked like a contest of pure strength and martial arts.
But the result was just the opposite!
All kinds of powerful and strange magic and energy constantly collide in the air, erupting into brilliant flames, lightning, mist and magma.
Thrall's magical power comes from the elements. The four energies of fire, water, wind and earth are constantly changing in his hands.
The magical power of Eribes comes from the divine arts bestowed by Zuo Si and the hellfire filled with evil power.
Therefore, the battle scene gives people the illusion that two great wizards are fighting face to face.
But it is undeniable that in terms of visual impact, this is obviously much more exciting than a pure spell duel or warrior duel.
Especially after realizing that the Flame Dragon was no longer chasing them, Obould Manyarrows and other orcs quickly climbed up the slope, staring at this battle that was worthy of being recorded in history, afraid of missing any exciting moment.
After all, the professional level of most orc chieftains is around LV10, and the worse ones may not even reach LV7.
Obould Manyarrows himself is a LV5 barbarian and a LV4 warrior.
So he was very clear about how outrageous and exaggerated the fighting power displayed by Thrall was.
This is a height that only legends and even voters can reach.
He can even summon giant elementals and even elemental elders from the elemental plane to assist him.
But what made Obould Manyarrows feel even more incredible was that after his fall, Aribeth could actually compete with such a powerful orc warrior on equal terms, and often started with seventh-, eighth-, or even ninth-ring divine arts.
Various strengthening and healing magics can be cast on you for free.
"Chief...Chief, what should we do now?"
A strong orc warrior asked tremblingly.
The reason why he was so frightened was that just a few hours ago he had humiliated and educated the newcomer, Thrall, under the banner of "senior".
Whenever he thought back to his arrogant attitude at that time and Sal's cold and emotionless eyes, the water stain in the middle of his pants would expand.
Because this is basically equivalent to walking through the gates of hell.
Although the orc warrior didn't quite understand why such a powerful Thrall didn't kill him on the spot for being ignorant of his own life or death.
But what is certain is that from now on his status in the tribe will plummet.
Everyone will try to curry favor with the champion warrior by suppressing, bullying and insulting him.
"We can't do anything, just wait here for the result of the duel."
After saying this, Obould All-Arrows cautiously stared at the flaming dragon standing not far away, fearing that this deadly beast would attack again.
However, just when everyone's attention was attracted by the duel between Eribeth and Thrall, Deszel, who was hiding in the dark, finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Watching the fierce fight in the crystal ball, a smug expression appeared on his face, and he sneered and said sarcastically: “What a bunch of stupid idiots, they were fooled so easily.
You have great power, but you are still at my mercy.
They had no idea that the attack on Leicester Harbor was only intended to lure out Neverwinter's defenders.
My real purpose is to launch a surprise attack using the passages connecting the Neverwinter warehouse to the Underdark.
As long as the seal can be opened and the great creator race is released, the entire Neverwinter City will be destroyed in an instant.
Dear Matron, are you and your drow army ready?"
"Of course! My people will give that surface city a big surprise with the poisoned daggers."
A dark elf priestess grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Remember to bring all the summoned demons with you. I want Lord Nasir to witness the entire Neverwinter city being destroyed in fear and despair."
As he said this, Deszel turned his gaze towards the old man who was being tortured to death not far away.
Needless to say, this old man is the only legitimate lord of Neverwinter - Nasir.
He struggled to raise his head and stared at Deszel, roaring with all his strength: "You are dreaming! Neverwinter will not be destroyed by a damn traitor like you!"
"Haha, I advise you to save your energy.
Otherwise, it would be a shame if he died before Neverwinter was destroyed.
更何况你知道过了这么久，为什么艾瑞贝斯始终都没有派人来营救你吗？ 因为她早就已经投靠了帝国，把自己连带无冬城一起献给了索斯。
现如今的无冬城充斥着来自帝国的官僚和军队。
只要你一死，艾瑞贝斯立刻便会顺理成章的坐上领主宝座，把你试图保留下来的独立性完全摧毁。
所以就算万一我失败了，你熟悉的那个无冬城也将不复存在。”
德斯泽尔径直走到近前，拿起摆放在桌子上的皮鞭高高举过头顶，劈头盖脸就是一顿猛抽，直至纳西尔领主彻底晕死过去才停下来。
紧跟着，他又非常杀人诛心的为其释放了一个治疗神术，再在尚未完全愈合的伤口处撒上盐水。
“啊啊啊啊！！！！！”
剧烈的疼痛瞬间让纳西尔领主恢复清醒，浑身上下不受控制的抖动。
这种折磨和虐待显然让德斯泽尔感到非常的满足，直截了当冲站在一旁看戏的黑暗精女祭司说道：“主母，你可以开始行动了。毕竟我也不知道艾瑞贝斯和萨尔之间的决斗究竟会持续多久，您最好争分夺秒的拿下关键地方的控制权。”
“没问题。顺便提一句，如果你想要让那个可悲的人类品尝到更多痛苦，我倒是可以提供几个不错的点子。”
女祭司伸出舌头用一种充满诱惑的动作舔了舔嘴唇。
毫无疑问，传统的黑暗精灵、尤其是罗丝的女祭司，有一个算一个都格外精通痛苦与折磨的技巧。
而且她们非常享受这个过程，能够把受刑者的痛苦转化为自身的愉悦。
据说就连无底深渊的恶魔都会在这个领域跟卓尔们学上两手。
“等你凯旋归来，我们可以找个时间好好探讨一下。”
德斯泽尔面带微笑的做出了回应。
就这样，一支来自幽暗地域的卓尔军队迅速借助传送魔法抵达了位于无冬城地下深处的废弃隧道中。
尽管他们的数量并不多，但却是个顶个的精锐，平均一个卓尔战士能轻松干掉五个以上的无冬城守军。
更不用提队伍中还有大量的法师、术士和牧师。
由于无冬城所在位置的文明历史很长，最早可以追溯到数万年前创造者崛起的时代，后来精灵皇冠战争结束后又在这里建立了多种族混杂的定居点，最终逐渐演变成为现如今的样子。
这也就意味着它经历了不止一次的毁灭。
每一次在原本废墟之上的重建，都会把以前古老的遗迹掩埋在地下深处。
几次加盖下来，已经没人记得那些隐藏在地底深处的危险。
不过像黑帮、盗墓贼之类从事非法活动的家伙为了躲避守卫，偷偷在一些建筑内部挖地道，无意之中发现了其中的一部分，然后通过持续不断地挖掘将各个部分打通，形成了一条走私、销赃、绑架、暗杀和贩运违禁品的黑暗网络。
这也是为什么无冬城表面上看起来治安相对比较好的原因之一。
与其他城市盗贼公会以半公开的形式活动不同，本地犯罪组织都是隐藏在地下。
所以几次为了争夺地盘和生意爆发的冲突根本没有惊动无冬城的守卫。
但是眼下，这些贯穿了下水道、地下遗迹曾经的街道、古代城市下水道的秘密通道，却成为了黑暗精灵发起突袭的绝佳地点。
为了最大程度发挥自身战斗力，主母特地耐心等待了一会儿。
直到太阳落山夜晚降临的时候，她才给自己的儿子打了个手势。
后者顿时心领神会，拔出利剑带着几十名等候已久的精锐战士，直接从藏身地点冲出去对准那些正在做交易的黑帮成员就是一顿疯狂的砍杀。
由于之前从来没有发生过类似的事情，所以这些本地的犯罪组织压根没有一丁点心理准备，立刻就被砍得人仰马翻。
再加上黑暗精灵的武器基本都掺杂了精金并附着邪恶的魔法，所以普通的皮甲、链甲压根就起不到什么防护作用，用力砍一下或刺一下就穿透了。
才短短不到十几秒钟左右，超过三十名黑帮成员就这样死了个精光。
其中有不少在临死前都承受了巨大的痛苦。
因为卓尔战士扭曲、残暴跟嗜血的性格，使得他们非常喜欢在杀死猎物的时候故意选择一些能够带来剧烈痛苦的非致命部位。
比如说精准的切开半颗蛋、从中间把小兄弟一分为二、划开肚子让肠子流出来，亦或是用钝器砸碎手指和脚趾的骨头。
总之在这个领域他们是不折不扣的大师，让你三分钟之后死就绝不会在两分半结束。
杀掉这些碍事的家伙之后，黑暗精灵立刻分散开沿着四通八达的隧道朝地面移动。
沿途不管遇上谁都是二话不说直接干掉了事。
可以预见，这场战争结束之后，无冬城的治安水平必然会大幅度的提升，甚至是出现犯罪绝迹的情况。
原因非常简单！ 绝大部分的犯罪组织经历了这场屠杀之后，其核心成员恐怕根本剩不下几个了。
等主母从码头区的一处仓库地下室钻出来的时候，这里已经血流成河，横七竖八到处都是尸体、断肢、内脏，跟随黑暗精灵一起行动的恶魔更是开心的大快朵颐，享受这场血腥盛宴。
踩着粘稠的血浆，这位罗丝的高阶女祭司径直走到窗户边上，透过窗帘的缝隙向外面张望，头也不回的问：“你没有惊动外面的人吧？”
“当然没有。您是知道的，我一直以来都非常擅长这种秘密入侵。他们在死的时候甚至连声音都没来得及发出，更不可能有任何漏网之鱼逃出去。”
男性战士信誓旦旦的给出了保证。
要知道所有的黑暗精灵不管什么职业，潜行和无声行动都是必修课，否则根本不可能在幽暗地域这种危机四伏的地方生存。
他们中的绝大部分在这个领域的技巧都足以媲美LV5级左右的盗贼。
所以像黑帮据点，根本没几个人能察觉到卓尔的到来，结果自然也就不言而喻了。
这个结果无疑让女祭司非常满意，面带微笑的轻轻点了下头：“棒极了！
我就知道你不会让我失望的。
现在我要求你把队伍分成三队。
一队负责带着低级恶魔去四处放火杀戮制造混乱和恐慌；
另外一队去暗杀这座城市的高层； 最后一队跟我一起向无冬城堡进发。”
“现在就去无冬城堡？德斯泽尔可没有给我们开启封印的权利之咒。”
队伍中的另外一名女祭司忍不住提醒了一句。
可主母却不以为意的笑着回答道：“你以为当我们攻占无冬城堡后，德斯泽尔还会躲在他的老鼠洞里吗？ 相信我，他会在第一时间带着权力之咒出现，将苏醒的创造者种族全部放出来。
到时候我们就能趁乱完成伟大女神的旨意。”
“明白了。”
女祭司两眼微微放光，赶忙单手抚胸深深拒了一共向主母表达尊敬和臣服。
伴随着黑暗精灵成功潜入，原本平静的城内很快就开始变得混乱起来。
首先发生暴乱的是关押了许多危险罪犯的监狱。
确切地说是一小队卓尔故意杀死守卫将他们全部放了出来。
这些家伙在获得武器和装备之后立马开始疯狂的报复。
不光该地区的卫兵遭到围攻，就连平民也没能逃过一劫。
长期监禁导致这些原本就有暴力倾向的家伙有精力没地方发泄，现在出来之后自然是奸淫掳掠无恶不作，隔着老远都能听到房子里女人发出的惨叫声、哭泣声和哀求声。
除此之外，第二个失去秩序和法律约束的地方则是乞丐之巢。
由于这里基本全都是穷人主的地方，一眼望去全都是木板堆砌的小房子和棚户，所以黑暗精灵仅仅只是放了一把火就让整个区域火光冲天。
在逃命的过程中，失去一切的穷人内心之中罪恶自然而然开始滋生，最终彻底彻底走向失控。
站在无冬城堡上层的窗台前，情报总管——艾瑞恩·甄德正居高临下看着城内一片火光和混乱的景象，用颇为感慨的声音说道：“终于要开始了呢。我原本还以为德斯泽尔会再忍耐一段时间。”
“我想这应该是艾瑞贝斯女士离开无冬城的缘故。德斯泽尔认为这是一个千载难逢的好机会，所以就果断出手了。”
泰罗将军摸着下巴上浓密的胡子说出了自己的猜测。
事实上两艘空中炮艇的救援和艾瑞贝斯的出击，都是为了引诱德斯泽尔主动出击。
Otherwise, God knows what this guy is doing hiding in the Neverwinter Forest every day.
"It seems that Deszel has revealed all his cards. Not only the dark elves' army has entered the city, but also a large number of demons. I don't know if the Church of the God of Justice can withstand it."
Even as they were talking, the two saw the most magnificent temple in the city ablaze with flames. Dense swarms of demons flew into the temple through the windows, launching indiscriminate attacks on the priests, paladins and ordinary believers.
In addition, more demons have already begun chasing pedestrians on the streets and biting and devouring them.
Upon seeing this, the officers in charge of patrolling and maintaining public order immediately organized their soldiers to resist, while covering the evacuation of civilians to relatively safe places.
For a moment, all kinds of shouting, fighting, crying, and wailing mixed together, forming a scene like purgatory.
Such a bloody and tragic scene immediately made Airen Zhende show a look of pity, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Aren't you going to take action yet?"
"Now? Are you kidding? If we reveal our strength now, all the planning and arrangements we made before will be in vain.
Because we need Deszel's help to find the hiding places of the creator races."
General Taylor rejected the proposal without hesitation.
As a traditional Kalinshan man, he didn't like Neverwinter at all, and even less did he like the Church of the God of Justice that dominated the city.
Most importantly, the mission he received was not to protect Neverwinter and its residents, but to eliminate the threat of the Creator race once and for all.
This meant that as long as the goal could be achieved, even if Neverwinter was destroyed and two-thirds of the population died, it would be an acceptable loss.
Just as the two were talking, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in the alley in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, the bodies of more than six dark elf warriors who were blocking the entrance were torn into pieces in a very strange posture, and the broken parts of the bodies were very smooth, as if they were cut by something extremely sharp.
But the problem was that nothing they were wearing, including armor, clothes, and cloaks, was damaged at all.
"What is that?!"
Airien Zhende's eyes widened in shock.
You should know that the dark skin of the drow elves has extremely strong resistance to magic. Many of them can still continue to fight alive and well even after being hit by a full bolt of lightning.
"At this time and with this kind of magical power, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be Mr. Dumbledore."
General Taro thought for a moment and immediately gave an answer.
Just as he expected, after about ten seconds, a wizard in robes walked out. It was Albus Dumbledore himself.
Behind him followed a handsome elf.
"Van Swick? How could they be together?!"
Aierian Zhende couldn't help but frown.
Although he was the chief of intelligence, he had long known that there was an abnormal close relationship between the two.
But since Aribeth announced that she would hold her wedding in a few months, Van Swick has become a reclusive and honest person for a long time.
He thought that the other party had changed his ways and was ready to live a good life.
After all, Eribes was a goddess admired by the entire Neverwinter City. Many young people were heartbroken when they heard the news of her engagement, and spent the whole day in taverns and hotels drinking to drown their sorrows.
So after learning that Van Swick had an affair with an older man, Ariane Genderton's first reaction was anger. She wanted to immediately tell Aribeth to end the marriage in time.
But later, for some unknown reason, after learning the truth, Eribes did not want to cancel the engagement. Instead, she went against her usual behavior and chose to forgive her fiancé in public and announced the date of the wedding.
Such gentleness and generosity make countless admirers jealous to the point of going crazy.
There was even a vicious case where someone wanted to poison Van Swick.
Arain Zhende totally couldn't understand why Vanswick chose to betray again even though Aribeth had done so much.
The intelligence chief obviously didn't know that Eribes's public forgiveness and the announcement of the wedding date were only intended to completely ruin Vanswick's reputation and make him speechless and endure the mental torture with a green prairie on his head.
In Aribeth's plan, not only would she attend the wedding with a big belly, but she would also have to wait until the child was born to invite Zuo Si to visit her every now and then, and perform various restricted action movies in front of Van Swick.
Van Swick, who was originally a bit naive and extremely fragile inside, could not stand this and immediately broke down and suffered from severe depression.
Coupled with the influence of the permanent magic potion, he would naturally seek comfort from Dumbledore.
As the two of them talked back and forth, they inevitably ended up talking about bed.
In addition, although the principal plays a zero role in this relationship, his character is not zero at all, but rather very strong.
This is also one of the reasons why he and Gellert Grindelwald eventually fell out.
In a relationship, usually when one party is stronger, the other party must be weaker in order for the relationship to last long.
Otherwise, it would be strange if two strong people didn't fight each other.
But Van Swick is different.
Although he plays a hero, his character is very cowardly, and even makes people feel that he is unmanly and like a sissy.
As a result, a wonderful chemical reaction occurred between the strong-willed Zero and the weak-willed One.
The result is that the two of them are not only very compatible, but also have no conflicts in values and outlook on life...