Lord of Spells from Faerûn

The gray dwarf was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would ask him over the drow.

In the crowd, the eyes of a blond woman wearing prison uniform lit up. She was already in despair. Even if she escaped the enslavement of the drow, she would not be able to get out of this dark area, and she might even be captured by the group of orcs. As a fertility machine, in the prison car just now, she had already felt the eyes of these orcs who wanted to take off her clothes.

But now, a team of human professionals appeared. This was like a dawn from heaven. She quickly said loudly: "I know! I know!"

The drow turned back and glared at her with a gloomy face. She was very dissatisfied with the mage's behavior of ignoring her. The drow are a very narcissistic race. When they play with men, they will never allow themselves to be ignored by the other party, even just Even if they don't look at themselves during intercourse, they will arouse the thunderous wrath of these drow.

She said coldly: "Little mage, I advise you not to care about things that you shouldn't care about. In this dark area, I think you should know what will happen to those who dare to offend the drow clan. I don't want you to do this." It would be such a waste of natural resources for the pretty boy to be played in the hands of those gray dwarves."

Imric smiled slightly, and he was amused by the arrogance of this drow. He said softly: "You are unfortunate, drow. What I hate most are idiots who have no self-awareness. I hope you won't ask me to kill them for a while." you."

Facing a group of slaves and a spellcaster who was still showing off, Imric believed that her professional level would not exceed level nine.

The drow was stunned after hearing this, as if she couldn't believe that this despicable male actually wanted to go against her. Her face became angry and she said coldly: "You are looking for death!"

After that, she ordered the guards to attack: "Kill them! And those slaves, no one can escape!"

The male drow guards heard the order and divided into two groups. One rushed towards the slave and the other rushed towards Imrik.

The gray dwarf slaves were not afraid and rushed forward with roars.

Imric had no expression on his face, stretched out his head, and signaled Copper Furnace to take action.

Copper Furnace roared and rushed out. He had long disliked this arrogant drow elf, especially the taunt he had just made when he looked down on the tauren's "ability". Although he is now a French creature, strictly speaking She doesn't belong to the tauren, but he still wants to capture this drow and let her experience the true power of the tauren!

Jerome and the others next to him also rushed forward. Although Hamlein complained about Imrik for offending the beautiful drow, he became honest after Domira punched him in the stomach. ’s help from the side.

"Bloody fury!" Imrik raised one hand, a scarlet ball of light condensed in his hand, and a blood-colored ray shot into the body of the copper furnace. With the violent ability enabled, his combat power instantly increased, and he fired among the drow guards. Unparalleled.

Seeing the copper furnace being unstoppable in front of the drow guards, the drow female mage looked gloomy. She had to get rid of this damn monster first.

"Weak energy spell!" The drow female mage chanted a spell, and a black negative energy shot out of her hand and hit the copper furnace.

This powerful four-ring necromantic spell drained most of the power from Tonglu's body. The weak Faqu creature didn't even have the strength to stand up and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the male drow warriors around him wanted to take the opportunity to kill the copper furnace, Imric gently raised his hand and pointed at a huge stone, and the invisible power of his mind lifted the stone weighing 500 kilograms.

He snapped his fingers again, and the invisible power of his mind transformed into a form like a slingshot, throwing the boulder out.

"Bang!" A male drow who was about to chop at the copper furnace was hit in the head by a boulder, and his brains exploded with a bang.

"Psychic?!" The drow are facing a formidable enemy. This kind of psychic power is simply synonymous with terror in the Underdark, because the vast majority of those who possess it are those terrifying mind flayers.

With this twisted and strange power, the mind flayers made all living beings in the Underdark feel the terror of this race.

The black-robed mage didn't strike again after the first blow, but this still made the drow feel like a light on his back.

This is what Imrik did deliberately. Facing a mage with unknown means, he prefers to wait for the opponent to make the first move. The deterrence of spell countermeasures is a means that all mages below the fourth level must guard against.

On the battlefield, the gray dwarves are at a disadvantage, and the strength of the drow warriors makes it difficult for them to resist. However, although Imric has lost the powerful combat power of the Copper Furnace, it still has an advantage with the combat power of four fifth-level professionals. This It also made them hopeful and tried their best to delay time.

Domira secretly appeared behind the drow mage at this time. As early as the battle began, she had hidden her figure and wandered outside the battlefield, trying to give the most threatening enemy a fatal blow.

She looked at Master Zhuoer's unsuspecting back, a glint flashed in her eyes, secretly thinking of a good opportunity, the sharp dagger in her hand drew a silver line in the air, and stabbed Master Zhuoer's body fiercely.

"Grab of Oaks!"

The seemingly unsuspecting drow mage had already secretly chanted a spell and cast a three-ring divine spell.

She held it with one hand, as if holding something, and what followed was a sudden sharp pain in Domila's heart.

"Ah!" The severe pain in her heart made Domira unable to even hold the dagger. She only felt that her heart seemed to be squeezed by some invisible force, and she became more and more out of breath, as if it was about to explode.

As the drow master's virtual grip became stronger and stronger, Domira's heart was squeezed tighter and tighter, as if it was about to explode.

"Missile Storm!" Seeing that the drow mage was concentrating on casting spells, Imrik took the opportunity to cast a spell. Three scarlet spheres spurted out from his hands and shot towards the drow mage.

Seeing three magic missiles aimed at him approaching, the drow mage had no choice but to give up casting and raised his hand to cast a spell: "Shield!"

An invisible shield appeared in front of her, absorbing the attacks of three magic missiles.

Thanks to Imrik's support, Domira, who avoided having her heart crushed, finally breathed and quickly left the drow mage.

"Stinky Cloud Spell!" The drow mage chanted the spell ferociously, trying to cast this three-ring spell with a large range to include Imrik and the drow guards.

Imrik's eyes finally lit up when the opponent cast a spell he knew. He quickly activated the spell counterattack. The familiar wild magic followed the magic network and tore apart the spell model carefully prepared by the drow mage. The mental backlash made the drow unable to bear it. He bent over and vomited.

As streaks of silver mist flickered, Imric instantly approached Master Drow's side. He raised his hand, and the powerful psychic power of the psychic blast swept out. The powerful spiritual storm shocked Master Drow's mind into blankness. .

Although the duration of the shock was greatly shortened due to the powerful will test of the drow mage, the damage caused by the mental backlash made her even more unable to stand up.

"Astral cocoon!" The mysterious astral material turned into strands of bandages and tied the drow tightly, making him unable to move. In an instant, only those drow warriors were left on the battlefield!