Lord of Spells from Faerûn

On the stone wall, the mage lowered his eyes and made a mysterious gesture with his hands on his chest.

The thin body under the black robe makes people feel infinite power. The white hair is flowing under the shadow of the hood. A pair of deep black eyes that can see everything. The elegant hands shine with platinum light, like a spell recited from the heart. Mixed with hissing.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up on the battlefield, and the sky was filled with yellow sand. A violent sandstorm rose and rolled up among the lizard men.

Kallis flapped his wings frantically, but still could not stop the fierce wind mixed with sharp gravel from blowing him around, and the gas caused by the stinking cloud technique was blown away.

Imric gently raised a pale and slender finger and pointed at the warlock in the sky, and a deep chant filled the air from his mouth: "Downdraft."

Third-level spell - downdraft.

A small tornado with strong suction formed around Kalis. No matter how Kalis struggled, he was sucked to the ground by this airflow and was suppressed unable to move.

Imric reached out and pointed again, this time pointing in the direction of the lizardmen troops who were dizzy due to the sandstorm.

"Surge."

The plaintive chanting brought about one huge wave after another, which was summoned from the invisible by the mage and rushed towards the lizard man.

Third-level spell—Tide.

The elemental magic originating from the druid summoned a huge tidal wave, and the green tide knocked a large number of lizardmen upside down.

Seeing all the lizardmen collapsed in the water, Imrik chanted loudly again, raising his hands high to call for the coming of thunder.

Third-ring spell—Thunder Summoning.

A blue ray shot out from his hand, and the sky suddenly roared with lightning and thunder, and a bolt of thunder descended on the heads of the lizard men's troops.

"Boom!" The unlucky guy who was hit by the thunder was instantly blackened by the electricity. The powerful current spread along the flowing water, electrocuting all the lizardmen around him.

Imrik once again activated the thunder summoning technique in his mind, and after four lightning strikes fell in succession, the dark clouds exhausted their energy and dispersed.

All the lizardmen on the ground were dead and injured, and only a few who had not been affected looked at this natural disaster-like force in fear.

"Damn it! A senior mage appears out of nowhere, damn it!"

The lizardmen wearing heavy armor in the distance looked at the rout of the lizardmen on the battlefield fiercely, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

Kallis also observed the black-robed mage with solemn eyes. Although the sorcerer's meager knowledge prevented him from identifying other spells except summoning thunder, there is no doubt that the effects alone are powerful spells, and they can be released in one breath. There are so many spells with at least three levels and above, which is undoubtedly a tough challenge.

"No, we can't go on like this. Damn lizard people, they are a bunch of trash. I must find a chance to assassinate that mage. I can't escape, otherwise."

When the warlock thought about how his mentor would punish him if he failed this time, his heart froze, and he made up his mind to become a benevolent person if he failed.

Kallis recited a spell and released the third spell of the day - a third-circle spell to dispel the magic.

Mysterious magic characters emerged from the body of the warlock and rushed into the downdraft around him, instantly erasing the control effect.

He flew high into the sky again, raised his hands, and with a burst of blasphemous words, a tiny fireball slowly condensed from his hands.

Third-level spell—Fireball.

Imrik recognized this unique evocation spell, and he also gestured for the fireball spell and spat out a few characters quickly.

Third level spell - counterspell.

As a wild magic power followed the magic net and crushed the spell model in the hands of the magician, the fireball in his hand stopped suddenly. The backlash caused by the spell's counterattack caused him to suffer mental damage, and he felt a sense of nausea. forehead.

The warlock retched and stared unwillingly at the black-robed mage on the stone wall in the distance.

His current state was terrible. The mental backlash made him temporarily unable to concentrate on casting spells, and there was only one spell slot left. He had already recognized the gap between the two sides and had to choose to give up.

He flapped his black wings and quickly flew in the direction of the heavily armored lizard man.

Imrik saw the other party trying to escape and sneered. He had already regarded the warlock as a trophy. He was very interested in the evil spells recorded in the warlock's exclusive Book of Shadows.

Powerful magic power condensed from the mage's hands wearing black storage gloves, and a red fireball rotated in the palm of his hand.

Imric threw the fireball in his palm in the direction of the warlock. The fireball whizzed past and was about to hit the opponent.

Kalis's heart tightened, and he felt a burst of hot energy coming from behind. When he looked back, he was frightened out of his wits. He quickly recited the name of the sect master silently in his heart and prayed for blessings.

In the dark, an invisible force descends around the Warlock. The dark power is so evil that it even distorts the fate of the Warlock himself.

Maybe it was a breeze blowing by, but it was supposed to hit Kallis and suddenly deviated from the distance and hit several lizardmen in the distance who were blown to the ground by the sandstorm.

Violent flames burst out instantly, swallowing up several lizardmen. The strong shock wave even blew away the surrounding sandstorms, forming a short-term vacuum zone, but soon the sandstorms from other places swept in and continued to occupy this place.

Kalis took a dangerous look at the effect of the fireball in the distance, and quickly continued to flap his wings and fly away into the distance.

The warlock felt a sense of catastrophe in his heart. If he hadn't called out the name of the sect master and used his once-a-day professional ability - Dark Luck to change his fate of being hit by the fireball spell, he would have been burned to cokes. He did.

The black-robed mage silently watched Kalis escape, unable to catch up at such a distance.

"Is this dark luck? A magician who believes in the evil master?"

These magicians will not randomly appear in areas where humans are active. They believe in evil gods and have always been cruel and cunning conspirators. I am afraid it will not be that simple.

Imrik thought in his heart that he didn't like this unknown threat. He would eradicate any factors that endangered him. No one could stop him.

The black-robed mage turned and left. The enemy's main combat power had been destroyed by him, and he was too lazy to help them deal with the remaining three melons and two dates.

"Let's go, Tongluo, your trip has been in vain."

Imric summoned the magical creatures around him. This was the first time that he officially faced a battle with a spellcaster alone. He had never had a clear idea of ​​how strong he was. He summoned the copper furnace just to gain more combat power. force.

Now he was sure that ordinary three-ring mages were like ants in front of him.

After this battle, he also understood the value of his biggest golden finger, the Endless Book.

Logically speaking, every time spellcasters in Faerûn fight, they will be carefully prepared and crushed with wisdom and strategy. There is a saying that a well-prepared spellcaster can kill any enemy.

But even if he is as powerful as a mage, he still needs the help of other teammates or servants. Without the protection of warriors, a mage without spell slots is just a fragile ordinary person with no power. In reality, there are too many factors. It can consume the mage's spell slots.

But for Imrik, who has unlimited spell slots and does not need to prepare in advance, as the spells he possesses continue to increase, he can form an army by himself, or even an enemy country.

And such a comprehensive and overwhelming advantage is something that even a legendary mage cannot possess.

You must know that even in the country of red robe wizards, the ruler of Thrall, the legendary lich Sazastan, still needs his minions to help him rule the territory.

Becoming the second Sazastan and surpassing him to become the absolute ruler of a magic empire is the first goal of Imrik's ambition.

Thanks to Seven Deadly Sins of Laziness and 20199025200117099 for the reward~ I’ll commemorate the first time I received a reward.