It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 261 opens!
"Wait! Elminster?!"

Gale frowned instantly, his expression was first surprised, and then became a little complicated.

It was an indescribable complexity, at least Taft found that he couldn't easily interpret it, how many emotions were contained in it.

Angry... or guilty?
Looking forward to it... or feeling anxious?
Or maybe it was all of the above. It was hard to imagine the complex expression on his face at that moment, just because he saw such a white-bearded old man.

Under normal circumstances, Taft would have been curious.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about that. He was more amazed and shocked by the name and identity of the white-bearded old man.

Elminster!
The Great Sage of Shadow Valley! The Chosen One of the Goddess of Magic!

One of the most powerful and influential wizards in Faerûn, he has saved Faerûn many times over the centuries.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a legend among legends, a destiny among destinies!

It is undeniable that the old wizard is old after all and rarely appears in public anymore. For the younger generation of adventurers, he has become more of a symbol.

Taf had never thought that he would meet the old wizard Elminster so unexpectedly and under such circumstances.

——It’s impossible not to be excited.

——But more of it is instinctive curiosity and doubt.

Why did Elminster come here suddenly, and why did he act like he knew Gale?
"Why did you come here? Was it her...was it her idea?"

Gale took a deep breath, stood up from the grass, and brushed off the dust and grass clippings on his body.

Although he seemed to be trying hard to appear calm, it didn't seem to be very effective. From his tone and expression, it could be seen that he was trying hard to save face, but in fact he felt nervous and uneasy.

"Of course, what other reason could there be..."

The old man with white beard sighed deeply and patted his shoulders and neck, like an old man who was tired from running around.

"Gail, she's still keeping an eye on you all this time."

"..."

"..."

"So, has she forgiven me?" The Waterdeep Mage's expression changed several times, but he couldn't help but ask this question.

"How would I know that? You have to ask her yourself."

Elminster shook his head decisively, not wanting to get involved in the issue at all. "I'm just a simple errand boy. I brought you something and a message."

"what?"

Gale was stunned for a moment.

However, at this moment, before Elminster could even speak, a sharp horn sounded in the wilderness.

It tore through the silent night sky, bringing with it a primitive and barbaric breath, as if echoing from an ancient battlefield, causing a feeling of uneasiness in people's hearts, as if foreshadowing that some major disaster was about to happen.

--what's the situation?
Taft was startled and quickly looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Then, he was surprised to find that at the end of the distant horizon, a faint fire began to flicker on the green field.

At first there were only a few sparse sparks, but in the blink of an eye they formed a long line of fire, like a dancing fire dragon galloping in the dark night.

Then, the dull sound of footsteps shook the earth like a huge rock falling.

That was the sound of a marching army, chaotic and heavy, echoing across the wilderness.

"..."

"..."

Taff and Gail stared with wide eyes, watching the fire at the end of the horizon approaching rapidly, and also watching the shadows under the fire.

Countless goblins, ogres, wargs...

It was like a flood, flooding the mountains and plains, rushing towards this side...

This was clearly a premeditated raid; the enemy chose such a quiet night to launch an attack on the druids' woodland.

"Oops! Oops!"

Taff's face turned pale instantly. He realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately turned and ran towards the camp, shouting: "—I'll go inform the druids!"

quickly.

The tranquility of the Druid Grove was broken, and the sound of the woodland horn rang out.

Unlike the aggressive horns outside, the horns in the woodlands were shorter and more rapid, carrying a strong sense of warning.

Elves, humans, halflings, tieflings and other races were all awakened by the sudden sound of the horn that came from the direction of the gate.

They woke up from their sleep one after another, with fear and anxiety in their eyes.

Many people didn't even react to what was happening. They just stood up in a panic, and all they saw was the messy forest.

Some people are already prepared——

He quickly put on his protective gear, picked up his bow and sword, and prepared for battle.

With determination and courage, they headed towards the gate of the woodland, ready for the coming battle.

However, the moment they stepped onto the cliff defense line above the gate, the scene before them almost plunged everyone into the abyss of despair.

Outside, countless armies of monsters were surging in like a tide, and the scene was terrifying.

It only took a moment.

The entire forest has been surrounded by dense monsters. From any angle, one can only see the light of torches and dark figures interweaving.

The difference in size seems to have become a unique landscape of this aggressive army of monsters, from the short goblins to the huge ogres, to the agile wargs...

But it is precisely this complex composition that highlights the threat posed by this huge army of monsters.

They themselves were troublesome and malignant, notorious and terrifying. Now they were gathered together and became a mob.

——There is no order.

——There is no military discipline.

They have almost nothing to do with the concept of "organizational discipline", but that doesn't mean they are not scary. After all, such a large number is definitely enough to flood the entire Druid Forest...

Even if these monsters are just like locusts, they can only move forward, burn, kill and destroy...

"..."

"..."

The night is deep and everything is silent.

Only the night wind whispered and blew gently, causing the torches to dance in a swaying manner.

This dance took place both within the camp of the monster army and at the edge of the forest defense line. The fire flickered, illuminating patches of darkness.

——No one spoke.

——In the silence that was so long that it was almost dead, only a silent confrontation remained.

At this moment, the people in the woods were sweating and their hearts were almost in their throats.

Every breath seems to be hovering on the edge of the abyss.

Unfortunately, no miracle happened afterwards.

As the dark clouds in the sky slowly moved, blocking out the last ray of moonlight, the earth was dragged into a deeper darkness.

At this moment, the army of monsters finally took action.

They seemed to have been waiting for such an opportunity, and as the horn sounded again, they began to act.

"Kill! Kill them!"

"For the Supreme True God!!"

"Give glory to the True Soul!"

There was a vicious symphony of roars, shouts, and cries of excitement, and with chaotic shouts of charge and heavy footsteps, the goblins, ogres, and wargs launched the first wave of attacks.

There is no tactical strategy at all.

They simply swarmed in, as if relying on their sheer numbers to viciously crush the defenses in front of them—

Then march straight in and occupy everything!!

"Guard the gate! Guard the gate!!"

The leader of the tieflings, the Hell Knight Sevlo, roared with all his might, his eyes almost tearing up at the sight.

The next moment, there was a shrill whistling sound of the wind.

As if it was an intuitive reflex, Sevlo tilted his head instinctively, and felt a strong wind brushing across his cheek in an instant!
It was so sharp that he felt actual pain in his skin and muscles!

Then, a female tiefling next to him screamed, covered her shoulder and collapsed to the ground.

An arrow was stuck on it, still shaking, and blood spurted out from between the fingers in an instant.

This scene instantly made Sevlo's eyes red.

However, this is just the beginning.

The burly ogres strode towards the main gate, swung their huge clubs and smashed them fiercely on the heavy forest gate, making a dull thud!
They are like tireless demolition machines, and even if their number is less than double digits, it is enough to pose a threat to the gate of the woods.

Logically speaking, this level of threat is enough for the residents of the forest to focus their fire immediately and eliminate these big guys first.

However, it's not just the ogres...

Even larger numbers of goblins attacked from all directions at the same time, screaming and trying to climb up any rugged mountain wall.

Using plants and vines on the mountain...

Or simply rely on numbers to build a ladder...

For a moment, every side of the entire defense line was in a state of emergency, and people were shouting everywhere, and the voices became panicked.

Relying on their superior position, the druids and tieflings were able to resist at first, using bows and arrows, stones, or simply holding spears.

As long as you attack from high to low, you can easily knock down the goblins one by one.

But the latter were too numerous.

There were so many of them that it made one wonder if all the goblins in the entire Verdant Plains had been gathered together.

They kept climbing up in a dense crowd, their eyes flashing with ferocity. If one was picked off, there would be a large group left...

Just looking at this scene makes one's heart chilled.

Boom——

There was a loud bang like an explosion, accompanied by flames.

Somewhere near the gate was directly caught in the range of the explosion and engulfed by the surging heat.

Even though the explosion lasted only a split second, the powerful magic still burned the several sturdy ogres gathered near the gate, leaving their skin charred black...

The ogres stopped smashing the door and howled loudly in pain.

At this moment, Gale, who released magic that went against common sense, naturally became the most handsome guy in the audience.

"Quick! Come over here!"

He called out to his companions loudly, his tone quick and urgent, but he had already prepared another spell in his hands.

And at this time.

The atmosphere in the distance was torn apart, accompanied by a whistling sound that broke through the air.

A power magic mace roared and broke through the air at a speed faster than the speed of sound, aiming directly at the Waterdeep Mage.

"Finally showed up!"

Mingsala shouted coldly among the monster army—

"Hand over the relics of Gis that you have!"

(End of this chapter)