Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The God of Death wore a black hood covering his head. The skin under the hood was covered with flakes and wrinkles, and was mottled. His lips were black and cracked, and his eyes were sunken, almost skeletal, with two blazing blue flames burning where the pupils should have been.

The slender white bone fingers drew a mysterious circle in the air, and Melkor's low groan rang in everyone's ears. As the spell was completed, a black hole appeared in the air, and there were faint scales emitting black light drawn from behind the hole. Pass.

"Hiss."

Kelanwo stood in front of everyone with a long sword to block the incoming zombies. He glanced uneasily at the black hole in the air. Just as he was on guard, a black shadow shot out with a hissing sound.

It was a giant snake covered with black scales. The green mud dotted on the scales looked particularly evil. Its forked letters flashed with black light in its mouth. Before Kelanvor had time to react, he was tightly entangled by the giant snake. Unable to move.

The serpent tripped Kelemvor to the ground, and Melkor's other zombies came to the roof. Midnight picked up the slate and retreated, while Elminster calmly waited for the zombies to leave the stairs, and then cast spells on them, hoping to give them a huge surprise.

The result made the old sage greatly relieved. A large number of fireballs jumped out of his hands, and each one accurately hit the chest of a zombie. Most of the fireballs knocked zombies off rooftops, and some exploded, leaving only embers and charred bones of corpses. Almost instantly, the spell destroyed all the zombies protecting Melkor.

Melkor heard Elminster's voice and saw the burst of fire, and he knew he had to deal with the woman and her friends alone. They dared to come after him and, when the pursuit failed, stole a stone tablet. These three will continue to harass him until he eliminates them completely.

At this time, Kelemvor was being choked by the giant snake summoned by the saint. Midnight was anxious and wanted to help Kelemvor, leaving Elminster alone to face death.

"Ice wind."

The old sage began to chant the spell [Ice Storm] to the saint, but Melkor just raised a hand and cast [Silence] instantly. Everything within five feet of the old mage suddenly became silent, including him of course. Own. Unable to speak, Elminster was unable to complete the verbal requirements of the spell, and the spell became ineffective.

Midnight noticed what was happening to Elminster, and her attention shifted from Kelemvor to Melkor.

"Come, dear," said Melkor, his voice hoarse and harsh. "Give me the slate and I will spare your friend."

Midnight had no time to argue with the gods about this promise, so she summoned a consecrated [Magic Missile], lowered the slab and released the spell. A dozen golden arrows appeared from her fingertips and struck Melkor - then dissipated harmlessly, leaving only a golden halo clinging to Death's decaying form.

Melkor raised his arm to inspect the fresh light, then laughed at her failed spell, "Are you mocking me? Mortal!"

Midnight found that her body began to feel hot and she couldn't stop shivering. Although the spell [Magic Missile] is usually very simple, its effectiveness increases with her caster level, otherwise she would not be able to shoot more than a dozen magic missiles at once. According to the rules of the spell, this requires at least level 25. It took a caster level above to do this, which had a greater impact on her control than expected.

Melkor held out his hand, "Again, give me the tablet." He looked at Kelemvor and made a gesture, and the serpent immediately tightened its grip on the warrior's throat, and his face turned purple. "You have one last minute left before your friend dies."

The mage would not believe for a moment that Melkor would actually keep his promise to spare her lover. She never wanted to do what was asked of her, but she couldn't just watch Kelemvor die. She looked away from Melkor and looked at the surrounding cities, hoping that her indecision would buy her some time to think about tactics.

A huge black smoke column rose from the north of the city, and you could almost hear distant screams and the sound of steel clashing at midnight. That was when some of the monsters who tried to escape ran into the barrier and were subsequently killed by the griffin knights guarding the edge of the city. However, the number of monsters was more than that of the griffin knights. Those precious warriors were moving at extremely fast speeds. sacrifice.

The God of Death raised one hand to the sky, as if calling for the arrival of something. Then, blue lights lit up from all corners of the city, flying towards the Black Staff Tower like meteors.

"It's the soul!" the old sage shouted with a grimace. After experiencing the Battle of Tanres, he already understood the meaning of the soul to the gods.

The army of death soldiers was being called by the God of Death. They condensed into a huge blue ball of light in the palm of his hand. The God of Death said sarcastically: "Don't waste any more time, mortal. If you don't hand over the tablet of destiny, I will You will cast powerful spells you have never seen before, killing all mortals on the Sword Coast!"

The light ball where the soul was condensed began to emit a faint black light, and seemed to be catering to Melkor's statement. It was about to transform into the raw material for Melkor's spells, annihilating all living beings.

"What is your decision?" Melkor asked.

"You win." Midnight said, squatting down and picking up the stone slab at his feet, as if he had accepted his fate.

There was a hint of darkness and determination in Elminster's eyes. He did not expect to encounter such a situation.

"Can I accept it? A dark world permanently ruled by the evil god of death?" Elminster gritted his teeth in his heart and seemed to have made some kind of decision. A purple pattern like an eagle lit up on his forehead. Just as the old man When the sage was about to connect to the unknown existence at all costs, Midnight's hand behind his back gestured to him, making the old sage stop.

Yes, Midnight did not compromise. While she was preparing to hand over the slate, she was secretly preparing a powerful spell that she had never cast before - [Eternal Stasis]!

This spell is very difficult and may consume all her physical strength. In addition, in order to prevent Death from discovering it, Midnight will use an instant metamagic skill. The high price of the instant spell will make the cost of this spell a terrifying 14 Ring spell, this terrible price is unbearable even for her who has accepted the knowledge of the goddess, and may even burn her completely.

But she had no choice. If the spell succeeds, Melkor will be trapped in stagnant time, giving her and her friends plenty of time to deal with him. And if it fails, Death will become the final winner.

Midnight shook off the random thoughts from his mind and cast the spell. It was as if a heat wave rushed through her body, and she fell on the roof. Her muscles and nerves could no longer support her, and her whole body felt like needles pricking her. The mage tried to breathe, but she lost the strength to even open her mouth, and darkness enveloped her eyes.

Melkor's time stopped.