Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The officer turned and headed toward the barricade. The archers who were the first to arrive at the wall rained arrows into the forest, but the Valley People didn't show up. "Some guys, tear our trucks apart and build a ramp to get over the damn thing!" the young officer yelled, returning to the group.

Within thirty minutes, the Zhentil were ready to scale the wall. Bane waited anxiously for his men to break through the barrier and start killing again. The energy of the hundreds of souls Melkor had brought was flowing through his veins, but the God of Strife wanted more.

The Dark Lord heard the chorus of his troops shouting, and the hairs on his back stood up as they prepared to rush over the obstacle. Soon, Ben thought, soon I will have the power of a god again.

Less than a hundred feet away, the young Zhentil officer mounted his horse and prepared to lead his army over the barrier. At the same time, dense rain of arrows fell from the woods to the north of the road, and most of the soldiers died before they could even take three steps on the wall. The officer's cost of climbing over the wall was even smaller. He only received an arrow in his leg and the side of his mount.

His horse jumped hard and landed on the ground at the other end of Shadow Valley, and the Valemen dispatched the small group effortlessly. Until his death, the young officer was still cursing Ben for his stupidity and arrogance.

Still a little unconvinced, they chose to rush through from the front, but the sudden burst of flames made them realize that the seemingly empty front was actually the most dangerous trap.

The frantic fighting on the barricade lasted for nearly an hour, and the Zhentil finally gathered enough troops on the west side of the barrier to drive the Valemen off the road. Kelemvor ordered a retreat, and the archers and soldiers ran towards the end of the forest, which was the clearing west of Kragg's Pool.

By this time, Ben was already standing on top of the barricade. He smiled as he gazed at the retreating Vale troops and the thousands of corpses slumped against the walls. Victory will belong to him, and he can feel the absorbed soul surging in his fragile body.

The Lord of Darkness turned around and made an impassioned speech to his army: "We have overcome the challenge that the enemy has prepared for us, and the worst moment is over. I will leave you temporarily and go to another front, Fu Zuor and The mage Semomon will lead you to continue to the Valley of Shadows. This is the order of your Lord God."

The rotating stream of light enveloped the Lord of Darkness, and the God of Strife disappeared within it.

After Ben disappeared, Fu Zuoer felt that the full power in his body disappeared instantly. He knew that this was because he was too far away from the gods, and he could no longer use magic again.

Semomon stood up as a powerful level 19 shaper. He wanted to find a way to regain the victory for Bane's army, which suffered heavy losses.

There is indeed no way to deal with the mage Thurmomon in Kelanvor's plan. Secret messages brought to Morglin by the Harpers indicate that Bane placed a ban on spellcasters because unstable magic could not be relied upon in such an important campaign. Only a few very powerful spellcasters are able to accompany the armies against the Vale, and those powerful mages like Thurmomon who are allowed to take part in the battle are made officers.

Looking at the fleeing Kelamvor army, Semomon murmured a spell. He wanted to use spells to violently cancel all the magic traps along the way.

Ten huge fireballs exploded the knotted trees in front of Semomon, blasting out a passage and killing all the soldiers who fell under the trees. The branches began to burn.

"No!" the mage screamed, "that's not the spell I cast!" He tried another spell again, but it seemed to summon an earthquake, and the earth trembled. The soldiers around the caster were frightened and screamed one after another.

"You will kill us all, idiot!" Fuzuo Er shouted. He couldn't believe that this mage dared to use spells so wantonly. Did he think he was the reincarnation of Mystra?

"Go forward, for Bane!" Fu Zuoer roared, "For glory!"

He wants to fill the road ahead with human lives.

The army advanced all the way, and their huge numbers made them irresistible to Shadow Valley even if they suffered heavy losses. They arrived in front of Shadow Valley.

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Kelemvor watched helplessly as a small group beside him rushed into the battlefield and fell before the evil god's dark army. He himself is also fighting against the enemy, but the death of the other party cannot bring him any satisfaction. The purpose of his fight is different from that of the soldiers. His current fight is just to delay the inevitable fall of Shadow Valley.

Bane's army was too powerful. Even though many troops had been consumed along the way, Shadow Valley was still outnumbered. Under the leadership of Storm Silverhand, the battle inevitably ended in failure.

Storm's chest was shot by an archer. She vomited blood and turned her last mana into a fireball and threw it into the distance. The huge flame exploded instantly, rising up and swallowing more than a dozen soldiers. The blazing heat Their metal armor burned into liquid and stuck to the charred corpses.

But this is still a drop in the bucket. As a bard with limited spellcasting ability, even if Storm is the chosen one, it cannot play a decisive role.

"Elminster." Storm lay on the ground, feeling his beating heart getting slower and slower. "You need to speed up."

When she was about to fall into darkness, the figure of a silver-haired mage fell from the sky, and the warm white light healed her.

"Elminster has sent me to help you," Imrik said with a smile. "Go back and rest. It's enough to leave this place to me."

Feng Feng touched his chest in confusion, and the wound healed. Is this the power of divine magic?

The silver-haired mage stood in the sky, raising his hands high, and terrifyingly huge mana spurted out from his body. The air was blown up by the sticky mana, strong winds blew, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, seeming to be ready to witness what was about to appear. God's punishment.

"Imric, stop!" Storm shouted hurriedly, "Don't cast such a powerful spell, it's too dangerous! You will be backlashed!"

Imric's condensed mana frightened the storm. It had reached the level of a legendary spell. Now that the Magic Network has collapsed, the probability of failure is extremely high when using such a powerful spell.

The silver-haired mage in the sky ignored it. The pendant hidden in his clothes was emitting a faint blue light. The violent magic network was like a docile rabbit in front of him, without any threat.

Nine-ring war spell——[Advanced Yangyan Explosion]!

Light appeared.

A huge sphere emitting infinite white light appeared behind Bane's army. Fiery heat was continuously released from it, even the air was baked. The collision of hot and cold air caused a small whirlwind to appear around the sphere.

"No!!!" Fuzuo'er screamed in fright, and he quickly activated the magic energy immunity ring in his hand.

"boom!!!!"

The sun of death bloomed.

There was a loud sound, and in the unprecedented bright light, the terrifying explosion was like an out-of-control world-destroying beast, swallowing up everything. Like a majestic castle built by children on the coast meets the cascading waves of high tide, the violent shock wave swept away everything it touched.

The earth trembles, twists, cracks, and surges. Thousands of years old trees in the forest were uprooted and burned into flames. The exposed rocks made loud cracking sounds amid the violent burning.

The horizon became blurred in the endless white light, and everything disappeared, leaving only a huge pit and the ashes scattered in the air enjoying the stage show of their own destruction.

"This..." Kelanwo opened his chapped lips, feeling as if his throat was on fire and unable to speak. The destructive explosion crushed his mind. In the face of this terrible natural disaster, , he felt as small as a leaf in the sea. Everyone in the Valley of Shadows was silent, and many people were even blinded by the terrible bright light.

"A very good spell." The silver-haired mage standing in the sky simply evaluated it, as if he had just released a magic missile just now, but for Bann's army, they were already frightened.

[Advanced Sunfire Explosion] wiped out 80% of Bane's army, leaving only a few archers, trebuchet gunners and officers who were very far away.

In fact, Imrik has reduced the power of the spell. In order to prevent accidental damage to the soldiers in Shadow Valley, [Advanced Sunfire Explosion] not only did not use any metamagic amplification, but also deliberately reduced the explosion area, but even so, these mortals could not I have never seen such terrifying power.

The silver-haired mage flew to the ground and said to the storm: "My mission has been completed. I need to go to help Elminster. The threats he faces are more than all of us combined."

Storm nodded worriedly, facing a god, no matter who it was, one must be prepared to die.

Imrik flew high into the sky again, and his figure disappeared, leaving only the awed eyes of many Shadow Valley militiamen. After this battle, the terrifying bottomless pit flowing with magma will follow Imrik. His name will be passed down forever.

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Bane's power continued to grow with each death, and a layer of amber mist gradually appeared in his vision. His fragile mortal body was blistered by the unbearable power, but he was very willing to endure it. This discomfort. Teleporting away from those obstacles was already an unattainable dream. He found himself at the edge of the valley, so he quickly cast an invisibility spell on himself, using the absorbed soul energy to lift himself into the air.

He arranged for a small team to enter Shadow Valley from the north and fight the soldiers at the crossroads in the city. Bane originally believed that the defenders would make their final resistance here. The force would number less than five hundred men, and many would be held back by the defensive lines placed by Moglin's men along the roads and in the farms to the north.

Flying towards the crossroads, Ben was happy to find that at least a hundred people were coming from the north, but it seemed that the enemy had expected them. Ben maintained his invisibility and landed in the center of the battle. He could see the Holy Stairs of Heaven in the distance. Its shape was constantly changing, as if it was waiting for him in the air, urging him to go home.

In addition, the bright Temple of Lathander also caught his sight. Bane suddenly realized that there was an opponent who had not been seen throughout the battle. Bane suddenly realized where he might be hiding.

"Elminster," laughed Ben, "that's unexpected."

At this time, someone was walking towards him with a sword, it was Moglin.