Spellcasting Heavens

The food chain is the most intuitive manifestation of the dominance relationship between species.

If one species is on the diet of another species, when the former encounters the latter, it will often wake up the most primitive and instinctive memory in its genes, and then quickly turn on self-protection in time, so that the brain thinks that it is best to escape s Choice.

There is no doubt that for the humans of Faerûn, trolls are such a monster that can be called natural enemies.

Especially for ordinary people living in the countryside, trolls that can only be killed with flames and strong acid are nothing short of a nightmare.

There are often stories in the Northland that a few hungry trolls broke into the village at night, quietly killed all the villagers, and then devoured them bit by bit.

Therefore, except for those elites who often fight against powerful monsters, the rest have already started to retreat when the trolls rushed in. The reason why they did not collapse is entirely due to the continuous blessing of bards and priests to boost morale. Spells.

The mages in the army did not dare to continue to make soy sauce, and they chanted incantations one after another, releasing one after another strong acid spells, sending those dying trolls to hell.

Feeling the fear and despair emanating from the enemy camp, Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Not enough! Not enough! I want to crush their last hope!"

"Master, the guys in Waterdeep City can't hold it anymore, do you think it's time to launch a general attack?" Gar asked cautiously.

He is not a fool, he understands that the goal of this war is not to win victory, but to wipe out the allied forces of Waterdeep, and use the souls of those poor creatures to condense a priesthood.

"Don't worry! Let the white dragons go out first, and focus on attacking the location of the mage, consuming their spell slots." Zhang Cheng raised his left hand while speaking, and collected all the dead souls on the battlefield, regardless of whether they were enemies or foes. .

Obviously, although the number of these souls is enough, the quality is still far from it.

Priesthood is not something you can get by accident!

Apart from snatching it from the existing gods, or waiting for the gift of His Majesty Io, the **** of gods, the only way is to make mortals have strong obsessions, such as hatred, jealousy, greed, despair, pain, etc.

When these thousands of obsessions come together, they form an authority recognized by the entire world.

When a **** has authority, he can become the ruler of the field, and all mortals who enter this field must pay high respect to the **** in exchange for the blessing of the other party.

In fact, although the mortals of Faerûn can only have one patron saint, when they are engaged in other industries, they will pray to the gods who hold the authority of the industry.

The most obvious example is that all blacksmiths and craftsmen, whether they are followers of Gond, the **** of craftsmanship and forging, choose to pray to this **** when making something, hoping that their work will be better.

For another example, all men and women who are pursuing the other half, whether they are followers of the goddess of love, Suna, will beg Ms. Huofa to confer gifts and help them win the favor of their sweethearts.

There are actually not many creatures with divine power or divinity in the world, but only when they truly obtain the vocation can they be regarded as a veritable deity, and they can obtain a seat of their own in the ancient pantheon.

"As you wish!" Gar bowed respectfully and turned to wink at his adjutant.

The latter understood and quickly ran to the woods in the rear, untied the chains that bound a few white dragons, and let the dragon seekers pour the spring water contaminated by the blood of the devil.

moment!

These behemoths, covered with white scales, let out a scream of pain, their eyes were quickly stained with blood, and they struggled to rise into the air. They dived towards the Allied Forces of Waterdeep City at a very fast speed, and opened their mouths to spew out a large deadly mass. of freezing cold.

"No! It's the White Dragon!" An officer spotted the White Dragon first and shouted loudly.

But unfortunately, since the entire formation had already been overwhelmed by the crazy trolls, it was too late to organize a counterattack. Any place that was sprayed by the white dragon, no matter the better person or the horse, became a frozen sculpture without exception.

In the extremely cold north, the white dragon is the supreme overlord and the creature at the top of the food chain.

Except for the equally powerful frost giants, there is almost nothing to threaten them.

Watching several white dragons raging above his head, killing several mages who had no time to react, the lord of Waterdeep finally panicked, grabbing General Rams's hand and roaring: "Damn it! Think of a way! We must not lose! Otherwise, Waterdeep and the Alliance of Lords will be doomed!"

"Shut up! Idiot! I'm fed up with your point-and-shoot! Now, gather those mages right away, and mobilize fifty knights for protection. Next, what we need is a large magic ritual and a strong crossbow, so be sure to put this Several dragons have been shot down." General Rams pushed the lord of Waterdeep City away, and rushed to the side of a crossbow with his guards, quickly adjusted the angle, and smashed the hammer at one of them.

hum!

Accompanied by a slightly harsh sound, a three-edged heavy arrow over one meter long rose into the air and plunged into the fragile abdomen of the white dragon.

The scales on its body only slightly hindered it, and then it fell from the sky with blood spurting, and slammed into the crowd.

However, the vitality of this dragon, which has been eroded by the blood of the devil, is quite tenacious. Before anyone can rush to make up the knife, he waved his sharp claws, and more than 20 soldiers opened their stomachs, and the dragon breath in their mouths was frozen. There were more than forty people.

"Go to hell! Evil dragon!" shouted a knight holding a silver spear. With the help of the explosive force brought by the sprinting horse, he poured the spear in his hand directly into the lower left of his chest.

puff!

There was no accident this time, and it pierced Bai Long's heart on the spot.

It swayed from side to side and finally fell to the ground with a bang~www.readwn.com~ Just when the knight thought he had killed a dragon and was about to cheer loudly to boost his morale, the dragon's corpse began to shoot out for some reason. Harsh green light.

Haven't waited for the people around to react to what happened!

next second...

boom!

The deadly fel flames devoured everything within a ten-meter radius!

Kill!

die!

destroy!

The blood of the abyss lord turned these giant beasts, which were originally favored by magical energy, into deadly big bombs!

Once they are killed, they will immediately release all the energy in their bodies in one go, their power far exceeding most of the nine-ring magic...