Because with the defeat of Demogorgon's incarnation, Prim had no time to condense into a giant form and was destroyed again and again. He finally began a ruthless hunt for the City of Ghosts.
Whether it was the high-level mages and priests of Shar, the officers and ordinary soldiers, or the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry who were forced to submit to the former, they were all treated equally.
No sympathy!
No mercy!
Some were just merciless slaughters! Hundreds and thousands of people were crushed to death like ants, and then swallowed up by endless darkness. Wherever the black curtain passed, there was only death and silence, and not even corpses were left.
Even if someone kneels on the ground and cries bitterly, expressing his willingness to surrender and become a slave, he will not be pardoned.
Graya's expressionless handsome face and cold eyes fully demonstrated his character and the flaws of his innate divine power.
Any scholar who has done a little research on the innate divine powers such as the wild gods and ancient evil creatures that do not rely on faith to maintain their existence knows that these powerful and terrifying lives often have one thing in common, that is, a serious lack of compassion and empathy.
The reason is simple.
They have never truly experienced the feeling of being weak, so how could they possibly understand the idea that they could easily beat or step on mortals to death?
Moreover, these beings do not need to rely on faith to maintain their existence. They basically do not listen to the prayers of believers every day like gods, or feel the joys and sorrows of ordinary people's daily lives. They are often regarded as toys to kill boring time, or as resources of certain value.
Therefore, most wild gods, ancient evil creatures and other innate quasi-divine powers are evil, and they scoff at the morality, order and laws established by mortal society.
Apparently, the Dark Prince Greya has the same problem.
In his opinion, from the moment Telamante chose to go to war with him, the entire Ghost City from top to bottom was doomed.
He wanted to use a thorough massacre to make a declaration to the entire continent of Faerun, letting everyone know what it meant to be his enemy.
In fact, this lack of compassion and empathy is not unique to Graya. Zuo Si's other offspring, little Annie, is actually the same.
It's just that the latter's mind is still very immature and not very mature, so it has a certain plasticity and can be slowly corrected through education.
But since Graya gained a relatively complete and mature mind soon after he was born, he was more obvious in this aspect and almost never cared about the feelings of mortals.
In the Dark Prince's cognition, mortals are divided into only three types.
The first type is the "resources" and "property" that will belong to them in the future, such as the residents and the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr. They need to be treated with a little more gentleness and given shelter. The second type is the residents of other regions who have nothing to do with them and can be simply ignored. to be cleaned up quickly with a heavy blow, like mowing the grass, to leave no future troubles.
Therefore, Graya's current large-scale massacre was not out of bloodthirstiness or impulse, but an extremely rational decision made after careful consideration.
It is precisely because of this that Storm Silverhand feels that he is far more terrifying than those tyrants, ambitious people, and leaders of evil organizations.
Because once this young quasi-godlike being starts taking action, he will never stop easily. Instead, he will kill thousands of people with unimaginable efficiency, without even giving others a chance to react or intervene.
Storm Silverhand couldn't help but feel nervous, worried and anxious when he thought that the Dark Prince would become the monarch of the Kingdom of Cormyr in the future, and that the valley where Shadowdale was located just happened to share a large land border with Cormyr.
She was unsure whether the future Kingdom of Cormyr would reach out to the hitherto scattered valley and try to annex this rich, arable land.
But what is certain is that the relationship between the two sides will definitely not be as easy and harmonious as before.
Especially with the support of the huge West Coast Empire, the power of the Cormyr royal family will inevitably grow exponentially, and it won't be long before it becomes so powerful that it is daunting.
If we include Sembia, which ended its civil war after a round of reshuffle, the valley is almost surrounded, and only the newly liberated elven kingdom of Cormanthor in the north can barely be considered an ally.
If even Storm Silverhand could think of it, it was natural that Elminster could not fail to think of it.
So after a brief moment of thought, he finally made up his mind to lead the Harper Alliance into the melee, hoping to cool down the situation a little.
But the interesting thing is that before the group got close to the battlefield, a dramatic scene took place.
To be precise, they encountered a group of high-ranking members of the Zhentarim, including Fuzzolcherberry, the clone Mansong and Ximamon.
As an intelligence organization that has been engaged in a love-hate relationship with the Harper Alliance for hundreds of years, the Zhentarim had obviously noticed Elminster's movements long ago, and were also very concerned about the situation in Tivendon, and had a hostile relationship with the City of Ghosts.
How could they not get involved in something like this where it was obvious that there was a chance of getting something for free?
After all, whether it was the defeat of Shade or the heavy damage to the Harpists, the Zhentarim could take advantage of the situation to weaken their opponents, or even eliminate a powerful enemy once and for all.
Looking at Fuzzolcherberry's sinister and cunning face, Storm Silverhand immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes and asked, "What on earth do you want to do here?"
“It’s very simple.
I don't want you to interfere in this war of shadows.
Because the threat posed to the Moon Sea by the return of Ghost City to the material plane is too great.
So I hope that the Dark Prince Graya can help me kill all of Telamante and his sons without leaving a single one alive.
This way I can easily deal with the threat from the Anauroch Desert and achieve the goal I have always wanted to achieve."
Fuzzlecherberry made no secret of his intention and stated it directly.
It is not difficult to tell from the gloating revealed in his eyes and tone that he is very satisfied with the outcome of this war.
After all, as long as Ghost City is completely destroyed, the pressure faced by Zhentil Castle will disappear instantly.
Relying on the strong power of integrating the towns and villages around the Moon Sea to establish a dictatorship, it would be a good choice to go south to seize the land of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor or go east to invade the Hantu and Imbutu.
As the chosen one of the God of Tyranny Bane, after witnessing how Zuo Si built the vast West Coast Empire from scratch, Fuzzolcherberry's ambition grew like wild weeds in the wilderness, and he longed to build an empire of his own.
Considering that there was almost no room for expansion in the west, he naturally turned his attention to the east, which was easier to conquer and occupy.
Of course, all this is based on the complete destruction of Ghost City.
Otherwise, if there were still a few ghost princes and dozens of high-level wizards alive, they would use the Shadow Sea as a base to form a strategic threat to Zhentil Keep.
"Ha! Killing someone with a borrowed knife? When did you, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea, become as fond of scheming as Manshoon? Do Thors and his descendants really scare you so much?"
Elminster was obviously amused by the other party's shamelessness.
He originally thought that the Zhentarim were blocking here to kill him or to capture all the high-ranking members of the Harper Alliance.
After all, this kind of thing happened more than once when Mansong was still the leader.
But who would have thought that he just didn't want anyone to stand up and save the precarious Ghost City.
However, Elminster did want to help the City of Ghosts.
Because the Harper League he founded has always advocated the theory of balance, and what the area surrounding the Anauroch Desert needs right now is to maintain a balance of power.
In particular, preserving the City of Ghosts can not only deter Zhentil Keep from invading and harming other areas, but also slightly restrict the Kingdom of Cormyr, which will fully turn to the West Coast Empire in the future, so that it will not expand too fast and affect the valley.
Before Fu Zuoer Chebery could refute, Xi Manmeng, the controller of the Dark Intelligence Network, stepped forward and questioned with a smile: "If you are not afraid, why didn't you stand up at the first time?
Especially when the incarnation of the demon prince Demogorgon is still there.
Admit it, Elminster.
As you get older, you are no longer as brave and fearless as you imagined.
Moreover, the Dark Prince has already demonstrated his strength through two battles.
You have to know that neither Cyric nor Demogorgon is a soft persimmon.
He deserves everyone's respect, doesn't he?"
After saying that, Ximanmeng did not forget to glance at Graya standing at the top of the huge black curtain out of the corner of his eye.
Although at this moment this quasi-divine being who looked like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was just standing there motionless, he still exuded an aura of darkness and nothingness that was above all living beings, as if this night belonged to him.
Under the curtain, countless shadowy creatures constantly attack the defenses built by the soldiers and mages of Ghost City.
Although since the City of Ghosts once lived in the shadow plane for thousands of years, they should be quite experienced in dealing with such creatures.
But even the most powerful magic is of no use in the face of overwhelming numbers.
Spells target shadow creatures, such as Daylight, Sunburst, and Fireball, illuminate the night sky one after another, often killing hundreds of black shadows in an instant, or even directly clearing a large area ahead.
But this does not slow down the pace of death at all.
Every time a group of shadowy creatures were killed, more would emerge from the curtain behind them, wave after wave like huge waves in a storm.
Under the impact of these guys, even the protective barrier formed by the joint casting of dozens of high-level wizards was shattered.
If you encounter a shadow dragon, a high-level shadow, a creation twisted by a legendary wizard or other powerful monsters, such as the lost incarnation of Demogorgon, you may not be able to last even a minute.
What's more, there is the traitor Brenas who is carrying the Demon Moon Blade and causing destruction everywhere, making it impossible for any barrier or magic circle to last for more than ten minutes.
Feeling more and more souls being absorbed by him, the Dark Prince Graya couldn't help but curl up his lips slightly and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "So everything that is happening before our eyes is within your expectations, father, right?"
Whether it is Ovo and the floating city he controls, or Brenas, the pre-arranged traitor, they are all prepared to deal with the Ghost City.
These people are placed in important positions quietly like chess pieces, waiting to step out and play their roles when needed.
Especially Brennus, you should have made it into a summoned creature card for the planeswalker a long time ago, right? Interesting, really interesting.
I really want to know how many of these hidden chess pieces you have planted."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya suddenly felt something and turned around sharply to stare at his right side.
Although there was nothing there in the eyes of outsiders, he felt the spark that was unique to the Planeswalker.
There is no mistaking the resonance that cannot be described in words.
"I have arranged a lot of chess pieces like this, more than you can imagine. After all, I have a lot of enemies, so I always have to make a few emergency backup plans, don't you think?"
Zuo Si's voice came from where the Dark Prince was staring.
Graya immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked in an uncertain tone: "When did you come? Why can't I see anything?"
Zuo Si remained invisible and replied with a smile, “I have been here since the beginning.
It just uses some technique to distort reality and the perception of everyone around you, making it invisible to everyone, including you.
I have to say that I am quite satisfied with your performance today in the face of danger.
You know, I thought you were going to suffer a little at the hands of Telamante and Demogorgon.
In addition, how did you create this kind of divine dark curtain?
It is like a demiplane between the material world, the Plane of Shadow, and the Blind Eternity.
But it can provide you and those shadow creatures with additional strength bonus, as if it is some kind of exclusive domain."
When talking about this, Graya finally showed a hint of pride. He pointed to the large area of land around Tifton and explained, "I sent people to bury some gadgets made from fragments of my own divine power in the soil in advance. Through these props, I can release my own divine power to pass through one network node after another until it forms the scene you see."
"Using props made from fragments of divine power to form a network?"
In order to facilitate communication, Zuo Si changed himself from invisible to semi-transparent so that only a rough outline could be seen. His eyes were shining slightly, and he was obviously amazed by his son's wonderful ideas and creativity.
Although this thing is easy to say, it is quite difficult to actually do it. It can even be said that more than 80% of the gods cannot do it.
“That’s right.
But I also made use of the Shadow Magic Net and the blessing of the dark power of the night in the continent of Faerun.
If it was daybreak or in a place without the shadow magic web, it would be difficult to form such a huge curtain.
At least on a much smaller scale.”
Graya stated the limitations of this ability very bluntly.
But Zuo Si praised him nonchalantly, saying, "Even so, you have accomplished a remarkable feat.
After all, the power of a planeswalker is to use his own spark to connect endless time and space and the universe.
Then use everything, including energy and rules, for your own use.
With just one little land card, you can bring the shadow web and nighttime of Faerun to any world."
"Thank you for your compliment. But this time, it was all thanks to Brennus you placed in the City of Ghosts, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily."
The Dark Prince placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express his gratitude to his father.
Because Brennus not only created division and chaos within the City of Ghosts, he also bound the most difficult Demogorgon, allowing the deadly sealing magic to hit himself.
"Haha, I hope you can learn from this lesson. Next time when you fight other enemies, it's best to find a way to plant a spy or several spies among them. Although this is not easy for others, it is not difficult for a planeswalker."
With a smile on his face, Zuo Si, as a veteran and senior, taught his son about how to use the abilities of a planeswalker.
Graya was obviously very smart and understood the meaning immediately. He asked thoughtfully, "Do you mean to make an important person of the other party into a planeswalker summoning creature card?"
Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "Absolutely correct.
Remember, intelligence is always the most important factor in determining the outcome of a war.
You have to build your own messaging channel and make sure you always have control over it.
Otherwise you will become deaf and blind.
No matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably fall into a passive position, or even be led by the enemy."
"I see. I think I know how many mistakes I have made unintentionally this time. By the way, how do you think I should deal with the Ghost City and how should I end it all?"
Graya pretended to be humble and asked for advice.
Since he had no relevant experience, he was eager to get some guidance from his father.
But Zuo Si simply shook his head: "Don't ask me.
You started this war, so you make your own decisions. Don't expect me to clean up your mess for you.
Also, don't imitate your mother.
Because her political talent and ability are really hard to describe.
You know, being a qualified ruler is not as easy as you think.
Not only do we need to understand the nature and operation of power, but we also need to learn to distinguish the information we need from all kinds of lies and deceptions.
When you can easily control the entire bureaucratic system and make those who exercise power love and fear you, you will be qualified to be called qualified. "
After hearing this, the Dark Prince fell silent for an instant. After a full minute, he raised his head and asked tentatively: "Why did you choose mother? Was it because of her beauty or her special identity?"
“It’s the latter.
I want to exert influence over the Kingdom of Cormyr, or even indirectly control it.
Your mother happens to be a nearly perfect candidate.
And when there are no outsiders around, she is really wild and full of passion that ordinary women don't have, which brings me a lot of happiness."
Zuo Si openly admitted his true feelings for the Iron Princess Yalucel without hiding anything.
"So she is also a chess piece under your control?" Graya continued to ask curiously.
Zuo Si answered without hesitation: “Strictly speaking, yes.
Because in politics, if you don't take the initiative, the other side will take the initiative.
This is a complete zero-sum game, a winner-takes-all game. There is no such thing as a win-win situation.
You can show your kindness when you win, but you must never pin your hopes on the kindness of the other party, otherwise you will definitely lose miserably.
What's more, I played my role almost perfectly and satisfied everything your mother desired.
Believe me, there is only one answer you will get, and that is love.
Besides, without my intervention, your mother would never have sat on the throne of Cormyr.
With her political level, she would only be able to assist Assan V as regent until he came of age, and then be kicked away like trash.
After all, politics and the game of power are so cruel that they never consider family affection and blood ties. "
"So... I can also use the same method to control those women, making them fall in love with me and willingly become pawns under my control?"
Graya's eyes lit up slightly as if he had opened the door to a new world.
Due to his lack of moral sense and empathy, he did not get angry or furious because his mother Yalusel was just a pawn. Instead, he felt that his father's methods were very clever and he was eager to learn and emulate them.
Because the cost of this method is very low, but the benefits that can be obtained from it are huge.
Faced with his studious son, Zuo Si certainly would not hide anything and gave a direct affirmative answer.
"sure.
However, it should be noted that although you can treat them as tools, you must also meet their spiritual, material, physiological and psychological needs.
You can think of this as a transaction.
Only by constantly giving positive feedback will those women be devoted to you and even willing to sacrifice their lives and even souls for you.
Mind control and slavery is a very profound subject.
I suggest you pick a relatively simple goal to practice with first.
Such as the maids in the court of the Kingdom of Cormyr or the women of noble families loyal to the royal family."
There is no doubt that if an outsider heard the conversation between the father and son at this moment, he would be shocked beyond words.
After all, there are many fathers who teach their sons how to pick up girls, but there are definitely few who are as explicit as this one.
What's more, the Dark Prince was born not long ago, strictly speaking, he is less than one year old.
Just when Graya wanted to ask for more details and techniques, he suddenly felt an amazing energy coming from afar. He turned around and saw a dazzling silver fire suddenly exploded in the air, making a deafening roar.
Boom!!! A high-level mage from the Zhentarim fell down, his entire body almost burned into a mutilated skeleton by the terrifying energy.
"That's the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic!"
With his divine-like power and superhuman vision, Graya directly locked onto Elminster and Storm Silverhand, and also discovered the clones Mansong, Fuzzolcherberry, and Ximamon who were having heated exchanges with them.
It was obvious that the two groups failed to reach an agreement and ended up fighting.
Including the Harper League and the Zhentarim, there are battles of floating cities and spell duels of great arcanists from the Netheril era in the sky above, and on the ground there is a civil war between Brennath and other ghost princes and high-level wizards.
The scene of all things thriving with vitality makes people sigh that this is truly the continent of Faerun.
Only in this land where there are so many different organizations can we see other forces in a war that originally only involves two parties.
"Haha, Elminster is still the same, he can't change his bad habit of meddling in other people's affairs.
However, the Zhentarim will do their best this time to make you completely destroy the City of Ghosts.
Fuzzlecherbury, in particular, has begun to use the power given to him by Bane.
It seems that the two sides will not be able to determine the winner for a while."
Zuo Sirao jokingly said this, not taking this small scene seriously at all.
After all, at this point, the power he possesses is no longer something that Elminster and Fuzzolchbury can match.
"Do you want to stop these two gangs?"
The Dark Prince frowned subconsciously.
"No, you should hurry up and end this war. Because I can already feel the gazes of several gods looking at me."
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored his son's reaction and directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, a beautiful woman wrapped in black translucent gauze, exuding a mysterious aura from head to toe, appeared out of nowhere.
"Shar, the goddess of the night?!"
Graya confirmed the other party's identity almost instantly, and at the same time, he clenched the long sword burning with black flames in his hand and entered a combat state.
"Relax, my child. There's no need to be so nervous. I believe you already know that I have no ill will towards you, right?"
Shar walked towards him slowly with graceful steps.
When the distance between them was less than half a meter, she stopped and stretched out her slender fingers to gently place them on the shoulders of the Dark Prince. Suddenly, she moved her face closer and took a deep breath like a drug addict, and then let out a moan that was enough to make people imagine endlessly.
What a pure darkness! What a silent nothingness! All this made the goddess of night seem to have returned to the good old days at the beginning of creation, before the sun appeared.
Instinctively, Shar opened her arms and hugged the Dark Prince tightly in her arms, never to let go.
But unfortunately, the latter obviously did not like this overly intimate action. He suddenly released a powerful divine power to push Shar back, and at the same time retreated to a relatively safe distance.
"I'm sorry, but I can't trust you right now."
Graya expressed his attitude clearly.
Not to mention the goddess of night in front of him, even the hugs and kisses from his mother, Yalucel, would make him feel extremely uncomfortable.
If anyone else had done something so offensive, Shar would have turned hostile and brought down divine punishment.
But towards Graya, she showed extraordinary tolerance. Instead of getting angry, she took off her black veil to reveal a beautiful face that could drive all men crazy, and said with a smile, "I can understand your vigilance and suspicion.
After all, your father Soth and I have many irreconcilable conflicts, and we have even become open enemies.
But please believe me, I don't have even the slightest bit of ill will towards you.
On the contrary, I want to help you understand the dark powers within you and become stronger.
Because you are the only person in this world who can make me feel at peace, and the only person who is worthy of my love.
I have to say, fate is sometimes a very interesting thing.
Soth is clearly my enemy, yet he gave birth to you."
Seeing the Night Goddess's reaction, which seemed to be a genuine expression of her feelings, Graya's tense nerves relaxed a little. He put his sword back into its sheath and cautiously asked, "What do you want to do today? Save the Ghost City that is about to be destroyed?"
"The City of Ghosts?
Ha ha ha ha!
No, my child, the City of Ghosts means nothing to me.
From the moment they started plotting against you, I had completely abandoned them.
As long as you nod, I can even destroy it with my own hands and make those daring fools pay the heaviest price for offending you.
In fact, I came into this world entirely for you.
You know, it's not easy to avoid your sinister and treacherous father."
As he said this, Shar glanced at the floating city above his head with a look filled with disgust.
Because since returning to the material world, the poor performance of Ghost City has really disappointed her.
In particular, Telramante's cowardice led to many missed opportunities.
But the most important thing is that he cooperated with the demon prince Demogorgon without authorization and wanted to capture his own dark son as a bargaining chip.
"So you want me to be your voter?"
Graya seemed to have noticed something.
"voter?
No, that is something prepared for mortals and is not worthy of your status at all.
In fact I want you to be my Son of God.
Just like the status Talona gave to your father Soth.
You don't need to follow any rules or doctrines, you can do whatever you want, and all my churches on earth must obey your orders."
Shar opened her arms and made her offer in an excited and thrilled tone.
If she wasn't afraid of scaring the Dark Prince, she would have wanted to tie him up and bring him back to her own kingdom, hug him like a pillow, and have a good sleep.
Graya lowered his head and thought for a moment, and finally declined: "I need time to think about it. I can't give you a definite answer right away."
"It's okay. You can take your time to think about it. My door is always open to you. But in return for this kindness, can you let me hug you for a while? Just for a little while..."
Shar blinked her big watery eyes and looked pitiful.
"Can!"
After hesitating for a moment, Graya agreed.
After all, it was just a hug and he wouldn't lose any weight.
After getting the response she wanted, the Goddess of Night jumped up excitedly like a little girl in love. Without saying a word, she rushed forward and hung on the Dark Prince like an octopus, greedily sniffing the scent emanating from the latter.
Before the latter could react, Shar closed her eyes and fell asleep.
This is something that Graya can't do directly.
He first tried to wake the other person up, but found that it was useless. He wanted to get him off his body but couldn't pull him off.
“Damn it!”
The Dark Prince finally realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but curse under his breath.
It was obvious that Shar had played a little trick on this matter.
Graya, who lacked life experience, was tricked by the other party accidentally.
The only way out at the moment is to activate the planeswalker's spark and leave Faerûn.
But doing so is obviously inconsistent with the original intention of maintaining a good relationship with the Goddess of Night.
In the end, he had no choice but to rush towards the remaining troops of Ghost City who were still resisting with Shar hanging on his body, intending to finish the war as soon as possible.
You should know that the place where Shar's incarnation descends most often is the City of Ghosts.
Therefore, many people in the Ghost City Army recognize the appearance of the incarnation of the Goddess of Night.
So when Graya appeared in everyone's sight, Revalan once again suffered a critical hit that far exceeded his own health limit. He fell to his knees with a plop, stunned, pinching his thighs and slapping his mouth to make sure that this was not a dream or an illusion.
Because no believer of the Goddess of Night would mistake the beautiful woman lying in the arms of the Prince of Darkness as Shar.
The contrast between his personalities before and after is really too great.
But the problem is that the divine power emanating from the other party is real.
What happened? Is the world going to end? How could our mysterious, evil, cold and cruel goddess become like this? All Shar's followers tried to find a reasonable and convincing reason like crazy.
Unfortunately, reality is often so cruel and abstract.
After slapping himself several times in a row, the burning pain on his face made Rivalan finally realize that this was not an illusion. His eyes suddenly lost all their luster, and he stopped all resistance like a walking corpse.
About two or three minutes later, he yelled hysterically like a madman: "Come on! Kill me! What are you waiting for?"
The Dark Prince always responded to requests like this. He pierced the man's chest with his sword and said sarcastically in a cold tone, "You are so pathetic. You are trapped in the vortex of faith even when the time comes. You put all your hopes on the gods? What do you think gods are? A universal wish-granting machine for mortals?"
"Shall...Great Shar! My beloved goddess of the night! Why did you abandon me? I am so pious and loyal to you..."
It was obvious that Rivalan was not listening to what Graya said at all. Instead, he wanted to reach out and touch Shar's bare white feet before he died.
But just when it was about to touch, a powerful force instantly bounced him away. The whole person fell heavily on a rock, spat out a mouthful of blood, and swallowed his last breath with unwillingness.
There is no doubt that this is the tragic state of being abandoned by the gods.
For most pure professional priests, losing the grace and faith of God often means losing everything.
The death of Rivalan was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly triggering a chain reaction of collapse.
Everyone realized that the destruction of Shade City was unstoppable because Shar had abandoned them and supported the enemy.
As panic and despair spread, the selfish mages were the first to turn around and flee, followed by officers and soldiers.
As we all know, in most wars, the real casualties usually do not come from frontal combat, but from being chased and killed when morale collapses and people start to flee.
At this time, since everyone is thinking about escaping, no one is willing to stay behind and buy time for their teammates with the belief that they will die, so they rarely encounter stubborn resistance when killing.
In just a few minutes, more than one-third of the fleeing Ghost City army suffered casualties. All of them were dragged into the darkness and killed by the shadowy creatures that pursued them, and then twisted into their own kind.
But even so, the others who were still running away showed no intention of stopping.
At this moment, there was only one thought in their hearts, and that was to escape from this nightmarish place as soon as possible.
As for ideals like the City of Ghosts and the revival of Netheril, just get as far away from them as possible. The most important thing is to save your own life first.
Normally, the mages should start activating teleportation magic and teleport away instantly at this moment.
But the problem is that Graya will specifically target those who try to activate teleportation magic.
Once discovered, he would immediately appear in front of the opponent and kill him with the sword in his hand.
This directly led to those who were preparing to use teleportation magic not daring to use it easily, and could only use transformation magic or acceleration magic to make themselves run faster.
At the same time, the spell duel between the great arcanists in the sky above was coming to an end.
Even though Telamante had revealed all of his cards, as well as all the new spells and spellcasting techniques he had developed over thousands of years in the Shadow Plane, he was still no match for the Undead Ovo.
He now had almost no spell slots left, and the equipment and scrolls on his body were either destroyed or temporarily suppressed by the effect of the Modernken Great Disintegration, and were completely useless.
"Hoo—hoo—hoo—"
With heavy breathing, the founder of the City of Ghosts finally closed his eyes and stopped struggling in any way.
Because Telramante knew that there was no point at all, and he had already lost the battle from the beginning.
After all, he only has the physique of a ghost, not an immortal lich. Once he is killed, he will really die.
But what about Ovo?
There are hundreds of boxes that can be split from his life alone, and he can be resurrected infinitely.
Even if you fail this time, there will be countless opportunities to try again.
After realizing this, Telramante urged with a hoarse voice: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it! Don't tell me you are soft-hearted and want to spare my life."
"Soft-hearted?" Ovo laughed piercingly. "Hahaha! Do you think such a ridiculous thing will happen to me? The main reason I haven't killed you is because your life and death are not in my hands."
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