Master of Spells from Faerun

Chapter 115

the next day.

The barbarian troops entered Bremen's Pass before noon.They looked forward to announcing this glorious march with war songs, but they also knew that secrecy would be important if Dippernazen's plans were to be successfully carried out.

Dubner had gleefully admired the familiar sight of dotted sails on Lake Duerdon as he marched beside King Halfdan.This used to be his hometown, but this familiar hometown brought him nothing but endless humiliation.

He believed that this would be a perfect sneak attack, and he wanted to take revenge for all the humiliation he had suffered.

Then he noticed that some of the boats had raised red flags showing fish caught. "The winner gets more," he chuckled.

When the tribe of the bears left the main force for Tamaran, the barbarians had not yet begun to sing their war songs, but the smoke and dust raised would tell the alert people that something unusual had happened here.The rest of the army marched on to Bryn Shander, and when the main city came into view, they shouted their first cheers.

At this time in Tamarin, after Regis' warning, the combined army of the four towns by Lake Duerden hid in Tamarin Town.

Their goal is to quickly and forcefully strike the small tribe attacking this town, completely eliminate them in as short a time as possible, and then rush to help Bryn Shander, encircling the rest of the enemy army between the two armies, although some Prepared, but the number of barbarian armies is beyond imagination, and they must cherish every moment.

Kemp of Targos commanded the action on this side, but he promised the local speaker, Agwa, that Tamarin would strike first.

As Halfdan's army swarmed into the town, the first buildings were set ablaze.Tamarin is second only to Targos in terms of population among the nine fishing villages and towns, but its buildings are scattered irregularly, with many houses extending over a wide area, separated by roads.Its inhabitants are given privacy and room to breathe, giving the town an air of remoteness that obscures its true numbers.

However, Dibner once still felt that the place was unusual, and it seemed to be abandoned.He raised his concerns with the barbarian king beside him, but Halfdan assured him that the rats had simply fled and gone into hiding because of the bear's arrival.

"Pull them out of their holes and burn their houses!" yelled the Savage. "Let the fishermen of the lake hear their women's cries, and see the smoke of their burning towns!"

But then an arrow struck Halfdan in the chest, pierced deep through his flesh, and pierced his heart.The stunned savage looked down in terror at the still shaking shaft, but before he could utter a final cry, the darkness of death surrounded him on all sides.

Agwa of Tamaran silenced the King of the Clan of the Bears forever with his aspen bow.Then Agowa gave the signal to attack, and the troops of the four towns by the lake of Duerden jumped out.

They jumped from the roof of every house, from every alley and street corner.Facing the fierce attack of this large group of people, the confused barbarians tried to raise their weapons to fight back in a hurry, but the army that had already ambushed meticulously prevented them from even getting the last chance, and many people were killed before they took out their weapons. killed.

Some battle-experienced invaders formed small bands, but the forces of Ten-Towns, armed with weapons and shields forged by dwarven blacksmiths, soon advanced, fighting for their homeland and loved ones.These fearless defenders cut down many invaders by virtue of their numbers.

In a laneway on the edge of Tamarin, Regis hid under a pony cart as two barbarians fled by.The halfling struggles with a personal dilemma: he doesn't want to be seen as a coward, but he doesn't intend to jump back and fight someone taller than him.When the danger was over, he circled back to the carriage, feeling his way.

Suddenly, a dark-haired man whom Regis thought was a member of the Ten-Towns militia entered the lane and saw the halfling.Regis knew his game of peek-a-boo was over and it was time for him to step up. "Two scumbags have gone over there!" he yelled at the dark-haired southerner. "Come on, if we run faster, we can still catch up with them!"

Dibner had something else on his mind, however.He was desperate to survive, so he decided to sneak out of the alleyway and appear as a militiaman in another alleyway.He didn't want to leave behind any witnesses to his betrayal.He walked steadily towards Regis, the slender sword ready to strike.

Unsuspecting, Regis walked towards the dark-haired man, but he didn't know that the long sword was secretly preparing to pierce his heart.

"I said, don't stand there stupidly."

A silver light flashed, and the long sword in the black-haired man's hand stabbed fiercely at Regis. The halfling stood there stupidly, his body's instincts trembling slightly with fear.

"on"

After Regis finished speaking in a daze, seeing the black-haired man in front of him fixed on the spot with a ferocious face, the long sword was only one centimeter away from his chest, he finally came to his senses and was too scared to speak Lai jumped several meters back, rolling and crawling.

The mage in a gorgeous black robe came out of the shadows, and Imrik's eyes were still slightly bright, which was a sign that the powerful thoughts were working.

Dibner, who was held in place by the invisible spiritual power, was filled with fear in his heart, "What kind of power is this?" A low voice of fear sounded in his throat.

Imrik walked slowly in front of Dibner Zeng, and the invisible force of thoughts pressed the black-haired southerner to his knees like a boulder. brilliance.

"Tell me, are there any spellcasters in the barbarian army?"

Dibner, who was confused by the power of the spell, said mechanically: "No."

"How many people are there in total in this army?"

"5500 people, 6 professional barbarians."

Imrik stopped [Suggestion] with satisfaction. There were [-] strong barbarian troops, and [-] warriors or barbarian professionals. These corpses were enough for his future research without worrying about resources. , but also build a huge undead army.

"[Bryn Shander]'s defense army may not be able to match this barbarian army. Let them fight for a while. Only by giving these barbarians enough despair can the quality of the corpse be improved."

Imrik's eyes turned, thinking to himself, he didn't come to work for these people for nothing. With these people alone, it would be wishful thinking to defeat the main force of the barbarians without his own help.

The black-robed mage turned his head to look at Di Bo Nazeng who was kneeling on the ground. The black-haired southerner who had regained his sanity was kneeling on the ground and begging him to let him go.

Imrik chuckled, raised a hand, and chanted the incantation aloud.

Four-ring spell - [Dalamar's Lightning Javelin].

Two slender spears made of lightning were formed in Imrik's hands, and the strong electric current made a "squeaky" sound, and the lightning javelin shot out from Imrik's hand with a "swish", penetrating Dibo Nazeng's heart and left eye were damaged, and the strong electric current turned the whole body into a charred carbon corpse.

　Why do you have to write so many other people in ink, because I feel that the vision has been a little aesthetically fatigued on the protagonist, and describing the suffering of ordinary people on the battlefield can better reflect the superiority of the master
　　
　
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