Red Dragon Roar

During the time when Farahlon was deploying his troops, the spider-like drow's army had already rushed to the city, but Farahlon's Mystery Lock was a hurdle that they could not get around no matter what.

Even if the city gate is in front of you, this thin light curtain separates a sense of sight between heaven and earth.

Countless magic, knives and axe, the impact of the battering ram fell on the light curtain, and the final result was all bounced off.

Their power level is too low, even if the attack frequency and number of attacks reach a certain level, they cannot cause a qualitative change, the light curtain is still unshakable, and it is unbelievably tough.

A few minutes later, the drow defenders arrived late, and they commanded the attacking Orequel army.

"Get rid of these freaks!"

"Dirty bastard, how dare you attack Farlan!"

"Kill them all!"

The drow occupied a favorable location, and the city wall more than 60 meters high was enough to widen the distance from the enemy, so the arrow rain arrived at the battlefield first.

Ordinary arrows are not powerful enough for the monsters of the Red Dragon Legion, but for Orequel's army, they are like the scythe of death, and a wave of arrows can harvest a large number of lives.

Across a thin light curtain, the caster of the drow elf began to use his power recklessly, stirring up the situation on the battlefield.

The magic elements in the air became even more chaotic, and complex magic circles appeared outside the city, followed by a powerful blast of flames that exploded in Orequel's army!

A surging cloud appeared in the air, and it soon began to rain heavily. This is not ordinary rain, but acid rain, which can easily corrode rocks and flesh and turn enemies into bones.

For a time, Orequel's army suffered heavy losses and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Any of their attacks will be blocked by the Mystery Lock. On the other hand, the drow elves have red eyes and are completely mad.

These brainless guys are simply sent to the door to find death, and they are living targets!

On the towering platform near the port, the ruler of Aurequel looked at the thin light curtain, and a sneer appeared on his face, who was severely burned and could no longer recognize the outline of his basic facial features.

His name was Fred, oh, wrong, that's his old name.

A thousand years ago, Fred was a drow elf with extremely high spell talent in Farren, but he failed to pass the faith test of the spider goddess. Ugly spidered drow.

He was ridiculed and spurned by his former clan, and finally banished to the abyss by his own family's mistress, becoming a mind flayer's slave.

During more than ten years of slavery, Fred awakened to his psychic abilities.

The plot after that is more old-fashioned. He killed the mind flayer who imprisoned him, quietly returned to Farallon, and killed his own family mistress, slaughtering all 782 members of the entire family.

In the end, of course, he was wanted by the whole city, but Fred did not choose to be captured. He used his psychic ability to infiltrate the Academy of Warlocks and the Academy of Spiders, and stole a large number of arcane secret books and priests' codex.

He hates Farlan, and even more hates the cruel rule of the spider **** queen over the drow elves. It was she who turned herself into an ugly half-human half-spider.

Fred is single-minded about subverting this decaying city-state, and decides to rebuild a more democratic and free city himself. With such a dream, he escaped from the city, but he was stopped by a mysterious lock the moment he left the city.

Later, he was besieged by the drow army, desperate, Fred seized an elemental tower, successfully detonated it and perished with the besieging drow army.

More than ten years later, a spider-like drow with an iron mask appeared in the Underdark. He called himself the Faceless.

At that time, the Faceless had hundreds of followers, all of whom were exiled spider drow wandering around the Underdark. The Faceless called these spider drow "sons of redemption" and handed them over to senior leaders. spells and fighting skills.

After that, he took all the "Children of Redemption" to capture a small drow city-state, liberated all the spidered drow, and renamed the city-state.

This is a brief history of this country of deformed children.

"Your Majesty the Faceless, the sacrifices are almost done." A spider drow in a red robe said respectfully.

Yes, the army that Orequel is now sieging the city are all abandoned sacrifices, and most of them are the drows of Farren, and they all have the blood of Farren!

The Faceless replied telepathically that his vocal cords were damaged in the explosion that year and he could not speak normally.

The Faceless took out a phalanx from the dimensional ring and placed it at the very center of the formation under his feet.

This phalanx was stolen by him when he secretly sneaked into the Warlock Academy. This is the phalanx of the founder of Myth Lock, a legendary mage.

Originally it was supposed to be an intact right hand bone, but in order to get out of Farlan, he consumed most of it, and now, only this phalanx remains.

This is why the faceless man dares to speak out and earnestly say that it can weaken the defense strength of the Mystery Lock, because he did such a thing in the past, and he still made the Mystery Lock temporarily invalid for a few seconds.

But now, due to insufficient casting materials, the defense can only be weakened as much as possible.

The nine archmages began to chant, and the magic circle under their feet burst into scarlet light.

On the battlefield, the bloodlines that originally belonged to Farren gathered together because of a strange force, forming a series of obscure blood-colored spell sequences.

"Your Majesty the Supreme Father, the Faceless, Farren will become history, and Orequel will eventually replace this rotten and depraved city-state. You are the hope of all drow elves, and you will carry forward justice and justice."

The eight red-robed mages said in unison.

The Faceless nodded lightly and replied telepathically.

"I wish~www.wuxiaspot.com~Falen's mythical locks will become fragile."

"I make a wish that Orequel's army will march forward."

"I wish that drow society will return to peace."

"I make a wish that the reign of spider madness will collapse in the middle."

"I make a wish that Farren will be history."

"I make a wish that Orequel will bring light."

"I make a wish..."

The words fell, and the eight high-level red-robed mages burst into a cloud of blood. This is, they used their own lives to open the way for the upcoming war.

The blood mist dyed the bones of the legendary mage blood red, and then turned into powder and dissipated in the blood-filled wind, and silently melted into the thin light curtain...