I am a god in another world

Mysnoel is ingenious in terms of both its construction technology and overall layout. From bottom to top, it is divided into five layers, presenting a three-dimensional shape and entangled together.

Some places are separated, and some places are intertwined.

A large number of crystal arch bridges are used inside to integrate the living rock towers with the mountain. Those living rock towers have two entrances and exits, which are extremely convenient.

Of course, this is for those who do not have flying mounts.

For Gavin, the most convenient way is to use Rena for airdrop.

The premise is that the maze of Mysnoel is in a collapsed or closed state like now.

Normally, those big cities are prohibited from flying. Those with mazes will directly add the ban to the maze, and those without mazes usually have air control.

After the festering mystery was burst by the God's root's unrestrained infusion of power, Mysnoel was the first to bear the brunt. Not to mention the living tree buildings and the various plants inside were soaked in the corrupt power, even the living rock buildings were stained gray and black.

If you want to restart this city, at least the corrupt power here must be completely eliminated.

"Huh? So soon there are intelligent creatures taking action here?" Gavin said in surprise.

Mysnoel is not an empty city now, but a battle for the city is going on.

Neither of them belongs to ordinary races. One has moist skin like ebony, deep violet eyes, and long silver hair. The clothes are exposed, the stature is short and agile. Wherever he goes, darkness follows like a shadow. Who else can it be but the drow elves?

The other side is a tall race with an average height of more than 2.2 meters. They have rock-like skin, dotted with different shades of spots. There are coin-sized protruding bones on their necks, shoulders, and arms. They also tend to wear revealing clothes, exposing large sections of unique skin, especially those with spots. The weapons in their hands, whether axes, giant swords, or longbows, are all large and look quite intimidating.

This group of half-giants has unimaginable agility. In the complex terrain of Misnoel, they run as fast as flying and walk on flat ground.

This is a group of Goliaths, a half-giant race. There are not a few of them in Faerun, but they are not common because they belong to the mountain race. Their favorite living environment is mountains. They like to migrate from one mountain peak to another.

You can see a single Goliath on the plains, but you will never see a whole tribe of Goliaths, unless they are on their way to another mountain. It is as difficult to persuade a Goliath to give up living in the mountains as it is to persuade a dwarf to leave the mines or a fey to leave the forest.

The mountains have made the Goliaths special. When they give up the mountains, are they still Goliaths?

Whether they are drow elves or Goliaths, they have one thing in common, that is, they have traces of festering of varying degrees on their bodies-there is no doubt that they are also victims of Moando's pet servants.

The same situation did not unite them, but was full of deadly competition.

The two are heading in the same direction, the tallest building in Mithnoel.

It is a crystal spire, located at the top of the mountain where the city is located, and it is also the center of the city.

Unlike those buildings that are dyed black and gray, it maintains its original color, and the whole body is crystal clear, as if there is energy pulsating in it. The most eye-catching thing is the slowly rotating crystal ball on the crystal spire. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is not an ordinary thing.

Although he did not communicate with the two groups of competitors below, Gavin was 100% sure that they were going for the crystal ball.

"We will go too." As Gavin spoke, he had already spread out the specially made shadow cloak behind him, which suddenly became two sizes larger. Not only did he cover himself, but also the half-moon horse. Both the man and the horse entered the shadow stealth state at the same time.

This is the advantage of being able to customize magic items. You can cut and modify them at will according to your needs.

Although I don’t know the specific effect of the crystal ball, I will take it first.

At least I can’t let it fall into the hands of the drow.

In Faerun, the drow are notorious examples, second only to demons and devils.

There is a black joke about the drow in Faerun. If the drow are captured, there is no need for trial at all. They will be executed on the spot. Ninety-nine percent of them are not wronged.

The only exception is the good believers of the dark girl Eilistraee.

When two forces, especially the surface forces and the drow elves, conflict, the chance of error in helping the surface forces is almost zero, provided that the helper is kind.

After a few minutes of observation, Gavin saw the direction of this small-scale war conflict.

Whether it is the Goliath or the drow elves, not only are their goals extremely clear, but they also have rich experience in fighting against each other, and it is obvious that this is not the first time they have fought.

In terms of individual strength, those Goliaths have an absolute advantage.

Even with the assistance of spell-like abilities, three or two drow elves are not a match for a Goliath.

And the Goliaths have the seamless cooperation that those drow elves do not have, which is a kind of trust in life and death.

When they have one or two comrades behind them, they can attack without scruples, because they believe that before their comrades fall, they will never be attacked from behind.

Three or five people working together can be an unstoppable chariot that can charge forward without any scruples.

They easily tore apart the joint blockade of more than a dozen drow elves. Unlike Goliath, these drow elves interpret selfishness to the extreme. Before fighting, they do not consider how to attack, but how to retreat and how to save themselves.

As long as there is a situation that endangers their lives, they basically run away first.

In this case, it is easy to cause a team's defense line to collapse completely.

For this situation, the drow elves are also accustomed to it.

They will not completely collapse and retreat, but hide in the darkness again, just like dog-skin plasters, sticking around these Goliath teams, jumping out from time to time to do dirty things.

When the advancing Goliath team encounters the blockade of the second drow elf team, they often get into trouble.

This is the disadvantage of Goliath. These Goliaths are only a hundred or so people at most, which is definitely a large tribe among Goliaths.

Not to mention that this size of team is not good enough among humans, even among drow elves, it is not good enough.

This drow elf army is not large in size, but it is at least four or five times the size of Goliath.

However, in Gavin's opinion, the biggest advantage of this group of drow elves is that they have an excellent battlefield commander who fully utilizes the complex three-dimensional terrain of Misnoel and maximizes the numerical advantage and spell-like abilities of the drow elves.

Tactically separate those Goliaths, use half of the troops to pin down more than two-thirds of the Goliath soldiers, and the remaining half of the troops against the remaining one-third of the Goliaths, using more to fight fewer.

Seeing this situation, a passage from "The Art of War" came to Gavin's mind.

The way to use troops is to surround them if you have ten, attack them if you have five, divide them if you have twice as many, fight them if you are the enemy, escape if you have fewer, and avoid them if you are not as good as them.

Translated into the common language, it is the principle of using troops. If you have ten times the enemy's strength, surround the enemy; if you have five times the enemy's strength, attack the enemy; if you have one times the enemy's strength, try to disperse the enemy; if you have equal strength, try to defeat the enemy; if you have fewer troops than the enemy, retreat; if you are weaker than the enemy, avoid a decisive battle.

In a nutshell, try to create a situation where you can defeat the enemy with more troops and crush them with troops.

I don't know if this drow commander has read the Sun Tzu's Art of War in the Way of War, but his current approach is in line with the approach in the military book.

The opponent can be precise in command under such complex terrain, and must be like himself, looking down at the battlefield directly, and the most convenient place is undoubtedly in the air.

"Found you!" Gavin narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, revealing a smile of a hunter eyeing his prey.

The opponent used the drow's spell-like ability of levitation, and was also in an invisible state.

It was a male drow, not very tall, about 1.65 meters, but as strong as a cheetah. He would talk to himself from time to time, and the position of the drow team below would shift, and the situation would start to turn in the drow's favor.

Of course, the other party was not really talking to himself, but communicating with the drow below through magic or magic equipment to make tactical adjustments.

What really caught Gavin's attention was the black half-mask on his face.

A male drow commander, a black half-mask with lenses, moving on the surface.

All three pointed in the same direction, Velen, the drow's god of conspiracy, also known as the god of thieves, the masked king, or the masked god of the night.

He is one of the dark Seldarine gods, the son of Corellon, the main god of the elves, and Lolth, the goddess of spiders, and the brother of the dark maiden Eilistraee. As an accomplice in Arosh (Lolth's name before she was demoted to the Spider Queen)'s plan to destroy Corellon, he was expelled from the kingdom of Arvandor by the Seldarine gods.

Due to the high degree of overlap of priesthood, he is sometimes mistaken by some surface races as the shadow king and the god of thieves, Mask. Wick himself never explains this wonderful misunderstanding and uses the same holy emblem.

Especially since the turbulent year last year, the series of conspiracies and intrigues made by the shadow king Max not only failed, but he misread the Cyre Scripture, allowing the dark sun Cyric to take away his conspiracy priesthood. The goddess of the night, Shar, is eyeing his shadow priesthood, and he has also provoked the chaos dog Kozef, which makes him a bit exhausted.

The Masked King took the opportunity to expand his influence among the surface races and convert the other party's believers into his own. If there is a chance, Velen is very happy to annex all of Max's believers and priesthood.

The Masked King is an active promoter of the drow's return to the night world (the name of the surface world by its believers). His believers in the drow are mainly distributed among the surface drow elves.

In the underground drow, especially in the cities where the belief of Spider Queen Lolth is dominant, it is a secret belief and is rarely known by people outside the belief.

Because he opposes Lolth's matriarchy, he teaches that male drow and female drow have equal abilities and values, which leads to an extremely tense relationship between the evil mother and son, and they poach each other.

Spider Queen Lolth has not completely destroyed Velen until now, not because of the mother-son relationship, but because she is weaving her own conspiracy plan. The rebellion led by the Masked King and his believers among the drow elves is the greatest honor for her. Her priesthood itself has two things: betrayal and chaos.

Velen is also a chaotic evil god who is vindictive. He forced the drow to return to the surface, not to reintegrate into the elven family, but to engage in evil activities here, seek greater territory and power, and prepare for a full-scale confrontation with his mother.

Maybe he has been dealing with the gods too much recently. Every time he sees the gods' believers, especially the drow, a race that is seriously influenced and manipulated by their gods, the first thing he thinks of is the master behind them.

Just as Gavin was about to launch a fatal attack on the drow commander, the half-moon colt suddenly neighed, the power of nature surged, and the free sprint started. The speed suddenly increased to the extreme and entered a rapid decline state.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Three consecutive alarm bells rang from Gavin's head, and then turned into the most rapid and impassioned war song. The magic of the music was in tune with it, giving him +2 strength and constitution at the same time.

The Singing Stone was frantically warning Gavin.