One day and one night flies by in a blink of an eye. When the sun slowly rose from the horizon the next morning, in the Land of Death at the foot of the Troll's Claw Mountains south of the Wandering River, the armies of Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep finally met on the open plains. Swing up to form a formation.
In order to better see the opponent's troop movements and ensure a good field of vision during the battle, both sides did not hesitate to light the remaining wheat straw in the large wheat fields.
Fortunately, the harvest season has just passed, and most of the crops, especially staple foods, have been stored in the farm's barns, so no major losses were caused.
As for the local farmers and ranchers, they basically all ran away a few days ago. They might seek refuge in places such as Baldur's Gate, Belgost, or Friendly Arms, or they might gather together and hide in a strong wooden fortress on a large farm, not daring to get close to the more dangerous battlefield.
Even Barriskel Bridge, where businessmen, tourists, hawkers and other people have always gathered, is now empty.
Only a 3,000-man orc army under Forzor Chamberry was responsible for the garrison. Their mission is simple, that is, guard the bridge and prevent the Baldur's Gate army that may launch a surprise attack from behind, until Zhentil Keep's army defeats its opponent on a frontal battlefield.
In addition, there are some goblin cavalry who have low combat effectiveness but extremely high mobility and are scattered near the river for reconnaissance.
Once they find traces of the enemy, these goblins will immediately turn around and report to the commander of the Orc Legion.
No matter where Sarevok wanted to cross the river for a surprise attack, the Orc Legion would know it immediately and take action to intercept it.
Moreover, Bariskel Bridge is very close to the Land of Death, and it only takes half an hour of rapid march to reach the fighting area.
Even if the enemy does not arrange a sneak attack team, it can still be used as a reserve team to enter the frontal battlefield at any time.
It can be said that with the help of the strong discipline and organizational ability of the Benn Church, Fu Zuoer Chamberry's battlefield layout did not give the opponent even the slightest opportunity to take advantage of it.
In comparison, Sarevok is much simpler and rougher. This guy only left 1,500 people to guard the camp and ensure the safety of the retreat. He had no intention of crossing the river at all. He also handed over the task of reconnaissance on the north bank of Wanning River to Shadow Dru Yin who could control the falcon.
In this way, he can concentrate all the troops at hand to fight a close battle with Zhentil Keep Death Place.
You must know that in terms of pure troop strength, the latter is far stronger than the former. Therefore, Sarevok had no intention of dividing his troops from the beginning, let alone launched a surprise attack to win victory at the minimum cost.
What he wants is to fight a protracted tug-of-war, head-on, and then continue to let living lives die, whether they are the enemy or his own people.
The complex formation lasted for several hours. When the time came to 8:30 in the morning, and the sun was already high in the sky, bringing light and heat to the entire world, Zhentil Fort took the lead in blowing the horn and launched a tentative attack.
In the blink of an eye, six orc infantry phalanxes slowly advanced forward under the leadership of lower-level officers. However, it is said that there are six phalanxes, but in fact there are not many. Generally speaking, a phalanx will not exceed fifty people at most. If it is less, there may be only more than thirty people. Six means less than three hundred people, and there is not even a staff responsible for blessing. Priest of divine magic.
Although the equipment looks quite sophisticated, it is not truly elite. Because of the large-scale damage and control of magic, wars in the Lun Continent rarely see complex and dense formations like those on Earth, with large phalanxes of hundreds or even thousands of people.
After all, in front of a spellcaster, especially an arcane spellcaster, simply stacking the depth and thickness of a square array cannot increase its defense.
On the contrary, it is possible that the opponent's low-level Grease Technique, Spider Web Technique, Fireball Technique, and Stinky Cloud Technique will make you stand on your back and collapse in an instant.
As for resisting the cavalry attack... I'm sorry, in this world full of supernatural powers, the cavalry really doesn't have that much strength and noble status. It's just one of many arms.
Spells can restrain them even more than infantry. There are many examples of infantry defeating cavalry, and there is nothing to make a fuss about.
Therefore, what is popular in Lun Continent is a small square array with a dozen or even thirty people as the basic unit. If the professional level in the team is high enough, the number of people will be reduced to ten or even six, which is the configuration of a standard adventure team.
Among them there will be healers such as priests and Dru Yin, as well as warriors as the core of defense and attack, mages and warlocks responsible for controlling and reversing the situation at critical moments, and occasionally a bard will be added to release music magic to inspire companion.
As for thieves, a profession in the sewers that is extremely stretched in frontal combat, it is better to just do reconnaissance and sneak into enemy camps to steal intelligence.
In short, the number of people in a phalanx or even a squad on the battlefield is often inversely proportional to its true combat effectiveness.
Smaller numbers often mean more elite. If there is a guy in a robe standing up, raising his hands in the air and starting to chant unfamiliar spells and make complicated spell-casting movements, then run as far as you can.
Anyone who is slower may be directly torn into pieces by the terrifying magical power. Woo-winter! winter!
winter! winter! Accompanied by the loud and penetrating horn sounds and the thundering war drums amplified by magic, the tentative armies sent by both sides soon encountered each other in the center of the battlefield and started a bloody fight.
The human soldiers at Baldur's Gate wore leather armor and mail, and used traditional spears, while the orc soldiers used their favorite double-edged axes, and wore a stronger combination of mail and half-breastplates. .
Although the human soldiers had a longer and farther attack range, they were overturned in patches the moment they came into contact.
Many wooden spears are often unable to pierce the orcs' armor with one blow and cause effective damage to them. Instead, they are broken off by the heavy double-edged axe, losing the metal spearhead that can pose the greatest threat.
As a result, in less than ten minutes, one or two hundred human soldiers were hacked to the ground by strong orcs who had undergone strict training.
The leather armor and mail armor on their bodies cannot block the attack of the heavy double-edged battle ax at all. Usually, after being hit once, the bones will break immediately and blood will spurt out from the mouth and nose.
Rather than being hacked to death, it would be better to say that he was beaten to death. Some helmets even dented immediately after being touched, and a large amount of viscous blood mixed with brain matter flowed out from inside.
Although some of the orcs died, most of the others were uninjured or only slightly injured.
To some extent, this also reflects the gap in logistics and equipment between the two sides. Naturally, more needs to be said about Fort Zhentil. All armor and weapons are produced through modern production lines and undergo a series of processes including high-temperature forging, heat treatment, stamping, etc.
Its quality is simply not comparable to that of ordinary blacksmiths and apprentices who knock it out bit by bit with a hammer.
The most important thing is to have large numbers and sufficient control, so that soldiers of other races except goblins can be equipped. This alone can crush the armies of most countries, city-states and regions in London.
After all, even Amn, the wealthiest country, could only equip its soldiers with a metal helmet, a half-breastplate, and some other bits and pieces.
The rest of the small towns can only be equipped with some leather armor, and some use wooden armor. But now, Fuzuoer Chambery has the ability to equip the orc soldiers who are consumables with double-layer armor and double-edged battle axes that require a lot of fine steel. The luxury of his equipment is evident.
In comparison, there is only one city, and there is not even any iron ore to mine. It mainly relies on Baldur's Gate imported from Naxikai, a major town in Amn in the south. Even if it spends all its savings and borrows heavily, it can only guarantee that every A soldier has a piece of leather or mail armor.
Only the elite among the elite can be equipped with armor with powerful protective power such as half breastplate, scale armor and full body armor.
As for the weapons, most of them are long pole weapons such as spears and spears that use relatively little iron. no way.
The lack of iron ore resources has always been Baldur's Gate's biggest weakness. The previous border conflicts with Amn were all about obtaining stable and cheap iron ingots.
"The great dark lord protects us! All those who resist will die in the end! Even the souls after death cannot escape Bane's control!" After killing all the enemies, an orc officer held up a stone that had just been taken from him. The bloody head severed from the neck simultaneously let out a rude and bloodthirsty roar towards his subordinates and enemies.
There is no doubt that they are different from the ordinary orcs in the wild who are chaotic in nature and only know destruction and killing. These orcs, who have been trained and brainwashed by Zhentil Castle since childhood, simply look down on the orc gods, and even despise and spurn them, preferring to believe in the god of tyranny.
This is why King Asan IV of Cormyr even privately offered a very high price in order to obtain the command of a thousand orcs from Zhentil Castle.
The orc army did not disappoint. When fighting the nomadic tribes that rushed out of the wasteland, they suffered an astonishing battle loss of more than ten to one, and they did not retreat even half a step from their position before the entire army was annihilated. .
"Kill them all! Destroy them! Conquer them! Let them tremble under the feet of the prostrate god of tyranny!"
"Sprinkle the glory of the Dark King over the world!"
"Only obey Ben!"... There is no doubt that they won such an overwhelming victory in the first battle, which immediately raised the morale of the Zhentil Fort side to the peak.
After all, before this, they had conquered and occupied a large area of land from the Dragon Coast to West Heartland, as well as more than twenty important towns.
Except for a disastrous defeat at the gates of Eltoril, the others did not even encounter any decent resistance.
Some towns were afraid of being massacred after defeat, so they voluntarily surrendered after seeing the army approaching. Therefore, many officers and soldiers who did not know the truth thought that Fu Zuoer Chambery could completely conquer this land and then establish an earthly heaven belonging to Ban.
And he can become a member of the ruling class, take away the houses, land and property of the indigenous people, and then turn them into slaves and slaves who step on them.
This is also the reason why Zhentil Castle's army is so powerful. With the blessing of the will of the powerful lawful evil camp, as long as soldiers or officers can make contributions and win the war, they can get amazing benefits from it, and even change their own class and gain access to advancement.
Even before Zuo Si redefined tyranny, there were countless countries and rulers in the Lun continent who believed in Bane.
Because if you want to expand quickly and become a military power, joining the camp of the God of Tyranny is the only option.
But soon, these orcs as the vanguard were fired by longbows from Baldur's Gate. A large number of heavy arrows with armor-piercing effects fell from the sky, instantly killing and injuring most of them. The rest did not dare to stay within the shooting range, and turned around and retreated.
After all, although the protective ability of the half-breasted armor is very strong, it cannot completely cover the whole body. The layer of chain armor underneath cannot stop the penetration of heavy arrows at all.
What's more, the orc warriors who use double-edged battle axes are not equipped with shields at all, and if they continue to stay, they may only be wiped out.
After conducting a round of testing like this, the supreme commanders of both warring parties had a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the enemy and their own troops.
Fuzuoer Chambery waved his hand without hesitation and said to the herald beside him: "Let our legions start taking action. Especially the hobgoblin cavalry and human cavalry on both wings. If we can defeat the opponent's cavalry, flank, then put all the reserves into the battlefield at one go. Remember, it is best not to drag on too long."
"Understood!" The herald hurriedly bent down and bowed, and quickly asked the mage on standby to convey the order to other middle and lower-level commanders through magic communication.
After a while, the entire Zhentil Fort war machine started to move. The cavalry on both sides began to accelerate first, making a large circle on the empty plain, trying to attract and mobilize the opponent's attention.
Obviously, in this case, Sarevok had no choice but to separate his precious cavalry and cooperate with some infantry and crossbowmen to contain it.
As for taking the initiative to confront the opponent head-on, it is obviously not a wise move when the opponent has a numerical advantage.
What's more, although those swarming goblins and goblin dogs have great fighting capabilities, if they really rush in and cause chaos, the consequences will definitely be very serious.
In fact, Sarevok's tactical intention is very obvious, which is to rely on the terrain advantage to defend a wave first, and use the flesh and blood millstones constructed through the formation to continuously consume the enemy's troops and create more killings and deaths.
In his eyes, tens of thousands of goblins are not cannon fodder at all, but food that can make him stronger and stronger.
In this way, with the loud shouts of killing, a war that attracted the attention of all forces finally kicked off.
Suddenly, the land originally used to grow wheat and other crops was quickly filled with dead bodies and blood.
It is foreseeable that the crops here next year will definitely grow better than this year. Erinikas looked down at the tragic scene on the battlefield, and commented in a slightly arrogant and disdainful tone: "As far as I know, this land of death beneath my feet was actually the place where the war between the Sword Coast countries and the Amn Empire was fought. A war broke out to compete for this fertile land. It was this war that caused the area north of Amn to never form a strong country, and many families with royal blood also declined and perished. But now , the same thing happened again in the same place, which is really full of irony. Speaking of which, short-lived races like you humans and orcs are really keen on waging war, causing destruction and killing, and will never Learn from the lessons of the past. Instead, repeat the same mistakes again and again.”
"Haha, what do you want to express? To show the superiority of the elf civilization with a longer lifespan?" Zuo Si raised his head and asked with a sneer, and then retorted unceremoniously: "Don't forget, the elf has been around for a year now. The Crown War broke out several times more than ten thousand years ago, and the casualties caused by fighting each other were not much worse than those of humans. Several ancient elven kingdoms were reduced to ashes in the war. They even ruined the hegemony on their own continent with their own hands, leading to darkness The elves descended into the Underdark and eventually became unyielding enemies. In my opinion, if we compare selfishness and evil, elves are definitely better than humans. But with the great elven god Corellon suppressing them, most elves are afraid of being like themselves. Even your dark-skinned evil cousins were banished and didn’t dare to act rashly. In addition, your magical rituals to create the Elves’ Eternal Gathering Island even tore apart the only continent at that time, causing the destruction of countless cities and civilizations, and killing countless people. There are billions of living beings. If the God of God Io was not generous enough and the Mother Goddess of the Earth Changdea was too lazy to care, it is not certain that there would be no elves in the Lun Continent. In addition, Long Kuang Mi Suo has been in power for many years. After all the destruction and killing caused, elves still have the nerve to laugh at humans and show their superiority? Who gave you such courage? The elves seem to be competing with the world and being passionate about art and pleasure, but in fact they are just giving up their hegemony after their decline. It's a helpless move. After all, the elves have long lost the capital to compete with humans for continental hegemony. Because humans have died and millions of people are still humans. They are the most numerous intelligent race in the world. But if elves die with one million people, I'm afraid Destruction is not far away. The most important thing is, dear Irenicas, you are no longer an elf, both in terms of appearance and soul. "In an instant!
Irenekas's face became extremely ugly. On the one hand, he was surprised that Zuo Si knew so much about the history of the elven race coming to the world of Toril. On the other hand, the last sentence
"You have ceased to be an elf" deeply hurt his heart. There is no doubt that this legendary mage never gave up his elf identity and the pride that this identity brings.
You must know that the elves on the Lun continent are very arrogant and conceited. Especially those high elf nobles who were born in large cities with long history and splendid cultural heritage. Almost every one of them looked down on other races, especially humans.
In their eyes, humans who only have a lifespan of a few decades are not only impatient and rude, but the towns they build seriously lack artistic beauty. They are often driven by greed and ambition. How can they be compared with the noble elves?
They are just a group of monkeys that have only been civilized for four or five thousand years. Even in the Netherese era, when human magic civilization reached its peak, it was at best on par with the elves' unique magic system.
And Irenicus is a typical example of this. This is why he had such a huge obsession after being exiled.
After a long silence, Irenicas slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes to test: "Do you hate elves?" Zuo Si smiled and shrugged: "Hate doesn't count, it's just that I simply don't like the elf nobles. It’s just an arrogant expression. After all, a group of guys whose own butts are not clean, what right do they have to look down on others? Don’t forget that humans are the natives of the world of Toril, one of the five creator races. And the elves are just a group of outsiders. Invaders, colonists, and for a time they even made a mess of the world."
"I understand. In fact, your overall sense of elves is not very good. This means that if one day I return to the elf city of Sodanisla in the Wildas Forest. Instead of stopping you, you may I stood on the wall and watched it being destroyed." Irenekas touched his chin with a playful expression.
This is undoubtedly good news for his plan. The Wildas Forest is to the south of Amn and to the north of Tethyr. It will definitely be the sphere of influence of the West Coast Empire in the future.
If the leftists want to intervene, it will most likely have a huge impact on the entire plan. But now that he understands his attitude towards the elves, Irenikas is not worried at all.
Because he knew that Zuo Si was obviously very happy to see the destruction of Sodanisla. Once this important city is destroyed, the remaining elven villages can only rely on the protection of the human government for survival, otherwise only destruction awaits them.
At that time, he can not only resolve the possible conflict with the Elf Kingdom, but also pull out a nail that does not obey his will, cut down the expensive wood in this forest without mercy, and then expand the settlement to turn the forest into farmland that can be cultivated.
"Hahahaha! Don't say that. If Queen Alistar asks me for help, I will give her all support except substantial help, and strongly condemn you, the culprit." Zuo Si laughed and expressed own attitude.
As a tyrant who aspires to build a unified empire, what he hates most is that there are various political entities with clear legal independent status in the area he rules.
No matter whether this political entity is a city in the forest built by elves, or an underground mine dug by dwarves.
In particular, Soldanisla may have some kind of connection with the Elf Eternal Gathering Island, and the elf population ruled by the surrounding villages is as high as tens of thousands, which is simply a huge hidden danger.
It is no wonder that the previous rulers of the Kingdom of Tethyr actively sought to wage war against the elven forces of the Wildas Forest.
With such a group of guys accumulating strength, who knows if they will suddenly jump out and stab them in the back decades or even centuries later, or suddenly claim that the land in this area has belonged to a certain elf since ancient times. Kingdom, and can also produce substantial evidence.
After all, the elves have such a long history, and when they were most powerful, they almost occupied a large area of the richest land from north to south.
"Condemn? You really have a sense of humor." The corner of Irenekas's mouth twitched slightly. He obviously didn't think he would be the kind of person who cares about reputation. He wouldn't lose a piece of his skin when he condemned something, so he could just condemn him casually.
Anyway, after absorbing the power of the Tree of Life, he would have already become one of the gods.
"No, this is not a sense of humor, but a necessary political attitude. You can say it is hypocritical, but you can never not do it because of it. In addition, how have you considered my previous proposal? You know The decisive battle for the fate of the Sons of Baal is about to begin. When the war reaches an anxious state, Sarevok sends out all the reserve teams around him, and Aberdare's team will immediately use teleportation magic to rush in and behead them. No. If there is an accident, this process will be very fast and will be over within a few minutes at most." After saying that, Zuo Si turned his attention to the people at the top of another mountain on the other side of the river.
After having breakfast after the sun rose, they had been recharging their energy, constantly checking weapons, armor, and the magic items, scrolls, and potions they carried with them.
The reason why he didn't take action immediately was because Sarevok still had a reserve team of about 2,000 people.
If you choose to teleport at this time, you will inevitably face the siege of a large number of enemies. The best time to launch a surprise attack is only when the formation begins to become chaotic and the two warring parties are completely in a mess.
"Let's wait until the two Sons of Baal decide the winner. At least I want to confirm whether what you said before is true." Irenekas gently fiddled with his fingers, his expression obviously becoming a little nervous.
Because he had extracted divine power and divinity from the bodies of other Sons of Baal, he began to feel that as the battle between the two armies caused more and more deaths, something in his soul was becoming more and more excited and exciting. The more excited he gets, the more he cheers at the top of his lungs.
This is obviously not normal. At least not within the scope of what was originally expected. Irenekas always felt that God was just a process from quantitative change to qualitative change after the accumulation of faith and powerful power.
But now it seems that it is not that simple, but there are still many hidden mysteries. He was 100% sure that the young man in front of him must know more than himself.
After the simple conversation ended, the two quickly fell into silence again, condescendingly watching the battle below.
Obviously, in a big battle like this with tens of thousands of people, the winner cannot be decided in a short while.
The midfielders of both sides are constantly trying to squeeze the other side, forcing it to shrink continuously to gain more space for themselves.
Whenever a phalanx or several phalanxes are compressed into a crowded circle and surrounded by the enemy, then the people inside can basically be declared dead.
Because when too many people are crowded together, they can't move their hands and feet at all, and they can't swing their weapons to kill the enemy. They can only watch their companions around them fall one after another until it's their turn.
That kind of help and despair is enough to cause most people who are not mentally strong enough to completely collapse, or even choose to commit suicide.
Seeing that the battle situation was beginning to become tense and his troops could no longer push forward, Fuzuoer Chambery gave a wink to the Manson clone behind him who was always staring at his butt.
The latter understood it immediately, turned around and led the mage group to start chanting incantations loudly to perform magic rituals.
A total of more than forty Zhentil Castle mages joined in, each contributing at least one third-level spell slot.
When the ceremony was completed, dozens of dazzling red fireballs shot from the sky, hitting the place where the Baldur's Gate army had the strongest resistance and the most densely packed population.
Before anyone else could realize what was happening, fire and explosions quickly swept through the surrounding area.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! More than two to three hundred of the most elite Flame Fist mercenaries and their experienced captains were completely devoured in the fierce burning.
After the explosion and fire dissipated, people could only see charred black corpses soaked in almost molten steel.
The appearance of death can be as terrifying as it is. What's even more frightening is that their deaths caused several gaps along the entire battle line.
Before the reserves at the rear could rush forward to block it, thousands of goblins rushed in under the orders of the hobgoblin officers.
Because goblins are very short and do not wear armor, they are much more agile in their movements than human soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, they rush into the queue along the cracks, using the sharp daggers at hand to cut the ligaments of the enemy's calves, or directly insert them into the vital parts of the lower body.
After only about three to five minutes, painful and piercing screams came from Baldur's Gate. Many Flame Fist mercenaries fell to the ground clutching their lower bodies and twitching before they had time to show their strength. As a result, they were stabbed in the eyes or necks by the goblins who came in later.
As we all know, the most important part of an army in the cold weapon era is veterans who have seen blood and killed people, and have rich combat experience and obedience.
For Baldur's Gate, these people are the Flame Fist mercenaries. They are not only the best soldiers, but also the backbone of the entire army. They shoulder the important responsibility of supervising the battle team, setting up a command system, and then rushing to block the gap at critical moments to prevent large-scale collapse and escape.
So now when so many Flame Fist mercenaries died at once, those recruits who couldn't bear the brutal fighting immediately had the idea of escape.
And their turning around and running away triggered a chain reaction, causing the soldiers around and behind them to also run together, eventually forming a coercion.
Even if there are officers who want to stop it, they may not be able to stop it now. Either take a few punches and then run away, or be stabbed to death by a collapsed soldier.
If it were any other commander, he would probably panic to death immediately after seeing this situation, but Sarevok didn't pay any attention to it. He directly raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and ordered the archer who was standing by: " Give me three volleys aimed at the fleeing soldiers and the pursuing goblins."
"What? Your Excellency, are you crazy? Those are our soldiers!" Another officer next to him reminded in shock.
"Sorry, not from the moment they escaped." Sarevok's eyes suddenly burst out with a frightening red light, so frightened that the former could not help but tremble, and did not dare to continue to dissuade him. Raise your hand to signal to start shooting.
In an instant, densely packed arrows soared into the sky, a graceful projectile streaked across the battlefield, and then plunged towards the target area.
Swish swish swish——
"Ah!! I...I was hit by an arrow!"
"Damn it! What the hell is going on? Why are those crossbowmen aiming at us?"
"No! The second round of arrow rain is coming! Quick! Run in the opposite direction!"
"Asshole! This must be intentional! Sarevok wants to use the rain of arrows to force us to fight back!"... Accompanied by screams and curses, the soldiers who finally escaped from the meat grinder in front could only continue. At one time, he rushed towards those goblins who couldn't kill them no matter how he carried his weapons.
Seeing that the battle was once again stabilized, Sarevok showed a proud expression and said to his cronies behind him: "Now you immediately bring the reserve team to press the battle to ensure that those recruits will not have a large-scale rout again. Remember. , whoever dares to turn around will kill him, don’t show mercy.”
"As you wish, Master." The human warrior put one hand on his chest and bowed. Then he drew his sword and shouted to his men to line up in a row and march toward the battlefield ahead.
After the reserve team went up, Sarevok was left with only a small number of archers and a few personal guards.
Just as he was enjoying the growing power and divinity in his body, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.
The next second... Aberdare rushed out from inside, raised the giant sword in his hand high and shouted filial piety: "For Gillian! Prepare to die! Sarevok!" Bang!
The two two-handed giant swords collided instantly, causing sparks to fly in all directions. At the critical moment, Sarevok relied on his superb combat skills and experience to pull out his weapon in time to block the attack. He also used his stronger strength attribute to push the opponent away. He sneered and taunted: "I thought it was... Who is it? It turns out to be you, my half-brother. I didn’t expect that after you escaped from Baldur’s Gate with your tail between your legs, you didn’t quickly find a place to hide, but you actually joined the army of Zhentil Keep to seek revenge? I’m so impatient to live!”
"It's not certain who lives impatiently! I swear, no matter where you run to the ends of the earth, I will personally chop off your head." Aberdare was obviously not a person who liked to think. After being repelled, he quickly He began to wave his giant sword with both hands and strike fiercely.
One of Sarevok's guards rushed up to protect his employer, but was cut in half by his terrifying sword. Blood, intestines and other internal organs instantly flowed to the floor.
About a second later, Jasira and others also rushed out of the teleportation beam. Sancho unceremoniously threw a [Ma Youfu Acid Arrow] in the face of his enemy.
As Zuo Si's apprentice, he knew very well how to retaliate in order to make his opponent feel painful, so he decisively sacrificed the most famous thing in this universe.
"Disfigurement Magic" Sarevok happened to be entangled in Aberdare, so he couldn't take out his hands to block or dodge. He was hit by a stream of green highly corrosive liquid on the spot.
One of the eyes was burned blind by strong acid on the spot. The huge pain caused him to instantly burst out with terrifying power that ordinary people could not imagine.
"Ahhhhhhh!!! How dare you!!" Blood-red divine power spurted out of Sarevok's body like a tide, quickly sweeping hundreds of meters around him.
Anyone affected by the divine power will immediately feel a biting chill and an indescribable killing impulse.
Those who are timid and not strong-willed will even be frightened to the point of collapsing on the ground with feces and urine flowing out, and their whole bodies shaking uncontrollably.
That is the fear from the deepest part of the soul! It is the best proof of the huge gap between mortals and gods!
After kicking Aberdare away, Sarevok finally raised his head and revealed his terrifying face corroded by strong acid. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Very good! It's really good! I didn't expect you to be like this." A bunch of bereaved dogs actually have the courage to come and assassinate me! In that case, let me kill you all here." With the last word blurted out, the most powerful son of Baal in the Sword Coast suddenly raised his head He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.
Aberdare instantly felt that his neck was stuck by a strong force, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.
Immediately afterwards, this force pulled him straight towards the sword in Sarevok's hand. If he really hits him, the armor on his body may not be able to protect him. His heart will be penetrated in minutes, and he will die in a very short period of time.
"No!!!!" At this moment of facing death, Aberdare obviously exploded his potential. Harder cuticles quickly grew all over his body. At the same time, a thick tail extended from behind his butt, and his hands and The feet even look like sharp claws.
He finally succeeded in turning himself into one of the incarnations of Baal, the god of murder, a killer who once made countless mortals change their minds.
After the transformation was completely completed, Aberdare broke free from the shackles of divine power almost instantly, and pounced on Sarevok like a madman, trying to cut him into pieces.
It is not difficult to judge from those eyes that have no emotion and are completely like a beast. He has completely lost consciousness, leaving only the most primitive desire for killing and death.
boom! Sarevok first forced Aberdare to dodge with his sword, then raised his iron-gloved fist and knocked him away. He grinned wildly and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! You really impress me, my dear brother. I never thought that even a waste like you could dig out the power of my father's bloodline in your body and gain the ability to transform into a killer. But so what? Do you think you are the only one who can transform into a killer?" Sarevok will also transform into a killer. The divine power in his body was released, showing his killer form.
But unlike Aberdare, although his eyes were also full of bloodthirsty impulses, he did not completely lose his mind, but exuded the aura of destruction and death like a demon lord.
"Oh - my God! He... what kind of monster have they become?" A Baldur's Gate officer opened his mouth in disbelief.
"That's the Slayer! The incarnation of Baal, the late god of murder! If you don't want to die, stay away from them." Jasila reminded everyone around her with a solemn expression.
Because the situation she was most worried about had happened, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
