Crown of Chaos

"Because, I feel that I should have an obligation to do something for this kingdom, Your Excellency, Lady Lord Arabelle."

Seeing many eyes focused on him, Aaron talked calmly.

This manor is not a very large manor near Susar, but today there are really many people gathered here.

Under the horseshoe-shaped steps on the left are several paladins. They are either from the Church of the Three Gods of Justice, the Church of the Lord of the Dawn, or from the relatively rare natural pantheon. Seeing Aaron appear, these paladins The attitude was bland, not hostile, but there was no enthusiastic reaction either.

Next to the paladins were the druids of the Emerald Green Garden. These druids were much more enthusiastic when facing Aaron, because during this period, Aaron frequently displayed life-based magic in front of everyone.

Needless to say, the attitude of the Harper Alliance was whistling, cheering, joking, and even a girl with black hair and black eyes who only wore dancer clothes and a short skirt that covered her hips in the winter, winked at Aaron. This made Eleanor a little unhappy.

Suren Mama is the patron goddess of the Harper Alliance, and their leader Samir and Aaron are good friends. This relationship is normal.

On the right side of the horseshoe steps are a group of Cormyr nobles, believers and priests of Tymora, the goddess of luck, and a group of mages from Waterdeep City.

Milman-Laure stood in the middle of the horseshoe steps, holding the hand of a beautiful and lovely girl. If Aaron guessed correctly, that should be Ms. Lauer's adopted daughter Christine.

At the same time, two female nobles stood behind Ms. Raul.

The first female noble was quite tall but extremely thin and looked sickly.

She should be Evan Strallana, Arabelle's guard chief and Ms. Raul's right-hand man.

Then the second female noble should be... Aaron looked at the second female noble.

She should be Irene, Ms. Raul's former adventure companion and best friend, who has always helped Ms. Raul as a friend over the years.

Aaron recalled the information Alice Serre gave him and couldn't help but smile: "Sir Raul, you don't think I'm here to gain military merit, do you?"

Countess Arabelle, who wears a phoenix crown on her head, has a slender figure and proud breasts, but her limbs are equally strong and impressive, and has scars on her face, smiled and shook her head: "Of course not, Your Excellency Aaron Salian We all see your strength, but everything needs a reason. I just want to know, are you as heroic and selfless as Manuel, or do you have other demands?"

"My father is brave and selfless, and my father also has some demands." Aaron glanced at Eleanor. He saw the helpless smile in the pastor's eyes, and stroked the end of her hair affectionately, and then raised his head. He raised his head and said loudly to Ms. Raul: "It is my father's wish to restore the family's old territory, or at least to regain a piece of territory."

"Saving your life for your country, risking your own life, and dedicating your life to Cormier is also my father's wish. Ms. Raul, I don't think the two are contradictory."

This guy... Eleanor pursed her lips and snickered.

"You are very candid, Sir Aaron." Ms. Raul frowned. As a senior member of the Harper Alliance, she did not like the attitude expressed by Aaron.

But thinking about it carefully, she found that Aaron's words were actually blameless. After being a nobleman for so many years, Millman-Laur knew one thing very well. Everyone in the noble circle spoke of justice, and thought in his heart are all interests.

During this time, she has rejected many young nobles like Aaron from joining.

The reason is very simple. Before many young nobles go to the battlefield, their heads are filled not with military regulations, but with "The Legend of Elminster".

Everyone enthusiastically believed that this was a victory parade. As long as they walked around, they would be filled with flowers, applause, honors, and trophies. Therefore, everyone enthusiastically and even tried their best to get into the army.

Despite experiencing the Holy Catastrophe and the Goblin War, most of the young nobles' impressions of the war are the same as those in neighboring Sambia or the rebellion wars within the territory: generally no one will focus on attacking officers, and even noble officers will be affected by both sides. Respect, even if you are captured, you will still eat and drink well. Basically, it is a model where aristocratic officers serve as commanders, and the scumbag soldiers below serve as cannon fodder and die. The aristocratic officers happily reap military exploits and honors.

"The mages are responsible for bombing, the soldiers are responsible for dying, and the nobles are responsible for reaping honors."

——National joke

And this time the opponent is not human beings, not even a decent alien civilization.

Their opponents are orcs, bloody and cruel orcs who are raging in the mortal world like a plague, bringing blood, killing and destruction again and again like locusts passing through!

There is no mercy or reason in the children of Gruumsh.

Milman Raul's entire left arm was severed by the orc Great Khan Turgeon. The female lord still remembers the pain, as well as the scars on her face.

Although Ms. Raul's entire left arm later grew back using the seven-ring regeneration technique, she still insisted on keeping the scar on her face - either regain her territory and have this scar removed, or die!

She had already made up her mind.

So, the question is, can Manuel's son, Aaron Salian, also make up his mind for this?

Ms. Lauer thought.

She watched Aaron walk into the crowd under the leadership of Samir, and soon became familiar with a group of people from the Harper Alliance. Another leader of the Harper Alliance, the "Poet Laureate" from the Sword Coast, was related to Aaron. While joking, the two discussed the use of the lute.

"Mom, that's a very charming brother." Ms. Raul's adopted daughter, Christine, looked bright in her eyes.

Milman Lauer smiled. She was a loving mother. After signaling her daughter to find a playmate, Ms. Lauer signaled her adjutant Evan Strallana to come over.

The deputy of the lady lord flashed behind Raul like a ghost: "Your Excellency, lord? Do you think we should accept Aaron Salian's joining?"

Ms. Raul narrowed her eyes slightly. Her originally beautiful appearance looked very ferocious under the scars on her face. The female lord said solemnly: "Accept? Of course you accept, because he has summoned the incarnation of the gods and defeated him." Judging from Dracolich’s feats, why don’t we accept it?”

Evan Strallana nodded first, and then asked hesitantly: "But... I always feel that he has ulterior motives."

"Anyone who joins my Liberation Army has an ulterior motive, Evan." Ms. Raul shook her head, thinking: "Some do it for fame, some do it for profit, some do it for wealth, some do it to realize their own justice, some rely on their own strength, Some people have special skills, some are proficient in arcane magic, and some are favored by gods."

"Now, any addition of a little bit of combat power can tip the scales of victory towards us."

"However, before that, let us see where the confidence of Mr. Aaron Salian comes from."

Ms. Raul turned her gaze in the direction of the wizard of Waterdeep City, and she gave a few instructions to her lieutenant. Evan Strallana immediately understood, and she quickly retreated, leaving Ms. Raul where she was.

The Lady Lord then turned her attention to Aaron.

Son of Manuel, show me your strength.

On the other side, Aaron was having a chat with the poet laureate. As Slaanesh's personal choice, Aaron had endless things to say on the topic of the bard.

His conversation was interrupted by a sudden guest.

"Ouch, who is this? Isn't this Cormyr's hero, Viscount Aaron Salian, nicknamed Diamondback and Goblin Slayer?"

A well-dressed Wizard of Waterdeep pushed away the crowd and approached with a smile. His elegant and gorgeous mage robes and carefully groomed long brown hair showed that he was of good origin. His blue eyes were He was full of interest in Aaron: "Are you interested in making friends? Sir Aaron, Gale from Waterdeep City, Abigail, you can just call me Gale."

"Hello, Mr. Gale, what do you do for me?" Aaron felt the provocation on his face, and he smiled half-heartedly: "Welcome to Cormyr, Mr. Gale from Waterdeep City, do you want to enjoy the purple color?" Dragon’s special delicacies, I still want to enjoy Zilong’s special entertainment, or..."

"I want to enjoy the unique magic of Cormyr. Sir Aaron, I heard that you and Ms. Karadna invented a new 'astral' magic system?" The mage of Waterdeep City snapped his fingers, and an arc of sparks burst out. Then it flew out and exploded in front of Aaron's eyes.

However, this small sneak attack was not successful. A thin barrier appeared on the surface of Aaron's body to block the electric sparks.

"Not bad technique. I would like to ask, is this the unique humor in Waterdeep City, or do you want to give me a little magical shock, Mr. Gale?" Aaron also snapped his fingers with a smile.

A wisp of Tzeentch's blue flame spurted out from the tip of his finger. The blue flame swirled in the air a few times, turning into a ferocious chaos demon, and suddenly turned into a red-faced golden helmet with wings on his back. Say hello to Gail, little guy.

Everyone around was amazed. Obviously, as a warlock, Aaron's magic control ability is actually better than this real mage from Waterdeep City!

"The venue here is too small, can we change it to another place?" The mage of Waterdeep City showed a serious look.

"Of course." Aaron did not refuse. The Viscount knew deeply that the country is a place full of dangers and strength is king. If you want to win the respect of others, your title, family background, and reputation are not enough. You must also have someone who can match them. Only the strength will do!

So when he first joined the Purple Dragon Knights, he had a fight with Disma to gain everyone's recognition. Now it's the same reason why the Waterdeep City mage is challenging him.

It's a mule or a horse, it has to be pulled out for a ride!

"Please!" Gale took the initiative to make an invitation gesture.

"Please." Aaron nodded.

The two of them moved to the large open space outside the manor, and the scene immediately became heated.

Two spellcasters are due for a duel of honor!

There's something good to watch today!

"When mages fight, civilians suffer."

——National Proverb

Ms. Raul chose a clearing between the woods for Aaron and Gale. The paladins provided arbitration and notarization, and the priest of Taimora came out to warn that if the outcome was decided, both sides must stop in time.

The maximum limit for spells is below level 4.

Aaron stared at his opponent, with the cold wind blowing across his face. He gave Eleanor a look that didn't worry him, and glanced at the crowd watching in the distance, as well as Ms. Raul, who looked interested. Finally, he focused his attention on Gale: "It's time to start, sir."

"My Lord Viscount, do you mind if I talk some rubbish?" Gale smiled. He arranged his robe and held a long staff in his hand: "Otherwise, it always feels a bit monotonous."

"Of course, as long as you don't mind me saying it too." Aaron nodded.

"Hahaha, Goddess Saint Mystra, the Magic Network is always fair. I said, of course you can say the same thing." Gale laughed three times, and the mage spoke first: "I know, this duel is not good for you. To be fair, you are a warlock, Lord Salian, we all understand the truth that everyone can excrete, this is the instinct of mortals, but we never regard it as a skill, am I right?"

"Hahahahahahahaha~" bursts of laughter came from the surroundings. Gale was obviously sarcastic that the warlock didn't know anything and relied on instinct to cast spells.

"You are right, so is this the reason why you were hit by my excrement when you were trying to climb the mountain?" Aaron was exceptionally calm. He pretended to be surprised: "I have been waiting for you for so long, why did you come back again?" Was it hit?"

"Hahahaha~" The surrounding people laughed louder. Aaron was obviously sarcastic that while the mage was still trying to climb the mountain, he was already at the top of the mountain.

"How can the instinct of a beast defeat wisdom!"

Gale was angry, he raised his hand, and three bright lights emerged.

Searing ray!

"You won't learn as many spells in a lifetime as I did when I was still babbling, sorcerer!"

"You're right." Aaron calmly used the Magic Screen of Tzeentch to directly block the scorching rays. He easily summoned a lightning arrow, and then summoned a Tzeentch flame to surround himself. The scorching rays formed The high temperature distorted the air around him, but it could not hurt him at all: "Spells are like a butcher's knife to me, buddy, maybe the pig doesn't think so, right?"

"Pigs always think they are smart, and the biggest difference between humans and pigs is that some people can admit their ignorance, while others are just like pigs."

"You!" Gale was irritated, he was really irritated!

The laughter around them became more and more harsh.

This charismatic warlock talks trash even more than he does!

The mage of Waterdeep City shouted angrily. He summoned a long thunderbolt. Following his movements, his brown hair floated like water waves. Looking suddenly, the lightning burned like a fire until it was white-hot, devouring it hungrily. Everything around.

He raised his arms above his head and threw the lightning out. The lightning stretched out to a length of 50 feet, roared and swept towards Aaron under the will of the owner.

Aaron immediately recognized it as a three-ring magic—a lightning beam.

The flashing white beam of electricity rushed toward Aaron, and the Viscount smiled.

The next scene made everyone around them hold their breath.

When the lightning beam was approaching Aaron, it suddenly changed direction and swooped towards Gale instead.

Gale watched in shock as his lightning rushed towards him. The mage of Waterdeep City found that he had directly lost control of his magic. He was about to resist, when bursts of intense pain suddenly arose in his body, and a few drops of blood dripped from his nostrils. .

It was too late, Gale could only call out his magic shield and let the thunderbolts from the clear sky wreak havoc on his magic shield.

The lightning beam tossed on the shield for a few seconds before dissipating. Gale reluctantly stood up. He watched Aaron make a standard mouth shape and standard movements, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Isn't this a fireball technique?

Warlocks can only cast fireballs.

Taking a few steps back, Gale activated his magic shield again.

Fireball? Watch my counterattack!

Gale held a third-level spell counterattack in his hand, waiting for Aaron to counterattack the moment he finished casting the spell.

However, things changed again.

It was obvious that Aaron's mouth shape was that of the Fireball spell, and his movements were those of the Fireball spell, but he finished casting the spell after only half of the words, and what was released were thorns and vines rising into the sky, and the spiked vines swept Gale away. It was tightly bound, making his body rattling.

What the hell? Why wasn't the fireball spell he released?

Holy goddess Mystra, please come and see what kind of magic this is?

Gale quickly looked for a response in the spells he memorized.

Got it!

From his left hand, a thunder exploded, and the thorns exploded.

The thunder wave of the rising ring shook open the thorn vines, and the impact went straight to Aaron's body.

Aaron stood up straight and raised his left hand. In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed. The thunder wave once again reversed its angle in the air incredibly and turned towards Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep City did not evade hastily and was hit by the thunder wave. The magic protected him. The shield collided with the thunder wave, bursting into dazzling sparks.

Finally, the magic shield that had withstood two powerful spells shattered. The mage of Waterdeep City was knocked away on the spot and fell out. His carefully matched robes and hair were stained with mud.

Gale immediately got up and said that he had not lost yet.

The duel continues.

But the mage was already covered in sweat, and a weight as heavy as the mountains of the North was pressing down on his shoulders.

Blood dripped from his nostrils.

The magic net is up there.

Gale swallowed.

This is really a fatal showdown.

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