The knight in the abyss

Chapter 108 Karalin's Plan
The siege engines that launched these boulders did not seem to be very accurate, and many stones fell on the inside of the city instead of the walls.This doesn't quite match the usual harsh impression of the devils, probably because these siege machines were improvised.

So the question is, where to find materials to build these siege machines?
"Old Rip, besides the forest to the south, are there other woodlands nearby?"

"No, this plane is severely allergic to most plants." The werewolf shrugged, "Why do you ask this?"

"I'm wondering where the equipment for launching this stone was made." Lancelow pointed upwards, a burning fireball passed through about fifty feet above their heads, and knocked down a stone not far away. The made towers were smashed to pieces.

A few Berserkers crawled out from the ruins, roaring angrily.The few rags they wore caught fire, though the tanar'ri had high resistance to fire.This level of flame can't do much damage, but it can ignite the anger of this group of demons.

"I see what you mean." The werewolf said dryly, "there shouldn't be many devils left there at the moment, I mean, the battle has already begun, right? And the burrows dug by the gnolls are like There are plenty of exits, so it shouldn't be hard to find one to slip out without anyone watching."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes." What the werewolf said still had some truth, and Lancelow no longer entangled in this topic.As long as you don't come out of the middle of the devil's camp, it's not a big problem.He just slaughtered a Limor today, and his confidence is full.

On the other side, the berserkers crawled out of the ruins of the tower and muttered to each other.Out of curiosity and boredom, Lancelot focused his listening on those big toads, so he heard the following conversation:
"Those damned baatezu! I'll break their bones and drink their brains!"

"Stay here! Legion Commander Raziel ordered us to guard this tower! Do you want to taste his wrath?"

"Ah! Fuck you! How unlucky! Why is it my turn to guard this broken tower?"

"Those Baatezu are mostly coming over in a line to kill the guys on the city wall, and we can only guard these broken stones!"

With an idea, Lancelot imitated the voices and intonations of those Berserker Demons with the secret technique of sound transmission, and sent a sentence into the ear of the loudest complaining big toad.

The Berserker was stunned for a moment, and suddenly roared:
"What did you say? The tower is destroyed, so our mission is over?"

"Who said that?" Another berserk demon's confused voice sounded, but was immediately interrupted by other berserker demons excitedly.

"It makes sense! The tower has been destroyed, so of course there is no need to guard it!"

"Does that mean we can leave?"

"Definitely!"

"That's right!"

"It must be so!"

"You are so smart! Go away!"

"The battle is calling me!"

Immediately, the group of Berserkers ran away with a whoosh.A few of them ran past the gate of the slave enclosure, making the Berserkers guarding the gate envious. They wanted to join them but did not dare to leave their posts without permission. The child saw the little friends playing in the square through the window.

"Did you see it? It's another group of guys who couldn't suppress their desire to fight and left their posts without authorization." Old Leip poked out half of his head, aiming at the running away demons, "Let's wait a little longer, these gatekeepers The guy will definitely not be able to hold back."

Lancelot was not so sure.But if another rockfall knocked down the gate to the slave pen, he could do something a little more.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a plan, and waved Kara Lin over.

"What's the matter?" The scholar touched it carefully, wondering if Lancelow had any new ideas.

"Can your phantom magic simulate the effect of a fireball falling from the sky?"

"Uh, I'm afraid not." Kara Lin shook his head, "The secondary phantom can either create a small static phantom, or create a sound. To simulate the effect of falling boulders, you need a 3rd-level spell, an advanced phantom, but just now When I fought against the demon, my only third-level spell slot was used up."

"What's your plan?" Phil asked curiously. "Is there anything my bomb can do to help?"

"I'm thinking, if we can destroy that gate, then the things these demons want to guard will no longer exist." Lancelow explained, "At the same time, we must convince those big toads that this is the masterpiece of the devil's engineer, Maybe that's enough to make them go away."

"Oh! This is a good idea!" Phil rubbed his hands excitedly, "I have several kinds of bombs that can blow up that gate completely!"

"My original plan was to go up and talk to them in person, have Karaline create the illusion of a falling fireball, and while the demons are focused on the sky, throw your bombs and blow the surroundings to pieces, and then convince the group of madmen The war demons will seek revenge from the devils." Lancelow shrugged, "It seems that this method will not work."

"Oh, no!!!!" Phil was like a child who learned that the midwinter gift was gone, he was anxiously twirling on the ground, "I like this idea so much! Karaline, you really can't Have you cast a third-level spell? Are there any second-level spells that can be used? Those big toads are stupider than you think, and a fake one can fool them!"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it won't work." Karaline looked at everyone apologetically, "Aramir, Uncle Werther, is there anything in your magic that can help you?"

The elf priest and his dwarf counterparts looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

The goblin looked extremely aggrieved.With a sad face, he took down a dimensional bag from his waist, took out a shocking giant bomb that was two heads taller than the goblin himself, and caressed the black shell of the bomb like a lover, muttering Said to himself:
"Don't be sad, Casalia, Dad will find you a better home next time, I promise..."

"This guy is completely crazy." Old Rip looked at the big bomb nervously. "I think we'd better stand a little farther away. Any items made by this guy in my field of vision make me very uncomfortable."

"Lancelow provided a good idea." Karaline groped his perfect succubus chin, "How much does this thing weigh?"

"240 seven pounds twelve and three quarters ounces." Phil reported the exact figure directly, and the goblin looked hopefully at the scholar who had turned into a succubus, "What did you think of?"

"False illusions can't be created, why don't we just make it real?" Kara Lin had a rare smirk on his face, "First of all, let me confirm that your bomb will not explode due to the shaking caused by handling, right? "

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