Spellcasting Gods

Gazing at the orcs, half-orcs, barbarians, and various kinds of giants and goblins drinking demon blood in the distance, General Rams took a deep breath and said to the Lord of Deepwater beside him, "This is definitely going to be a fierce battle! Our enemies are stronger and more formidable than ever before. They are not a rabble, but well-trained soldiers."

"What, are you scared?" The lord, wearing a magic mask, turned around, his tone revealing a hint of sarcasm.

In his eyes, a monster is a monster, and no matter how many there are, it doesn't change the fact that he can only fight when the odds are against him.

As the most powerful city in the North, Waterdeep has experienced countless crises.

In particular, the city at the foot of the mountain, built by the Mad Mage himself, would occasionally spawn some terrifying monsters. When things got bad, they would even encounter organized and premeditated large-scale attacks by Dark Elves, Eye Demons, and Mind Flayers, but in the end, they were all driven back.

The confidence built up over a long period of time gives every Lord of Deepwater a strange sense of self-assurance, believing that they can handle any crisis.

“No, it’s not fear, it’s caution. I suspect these guys have some scheme they haven’t used yet, otherwise they could have taken Neverwinter before we arrived, or kept harassing us as soon as we arrived, preventing the soldiers from getting a proper rest. But they haven’t used any of these methods, which is quite strange.” Rams stroked his chin as he expressed his concerns.

“General! You’re overthinking it. I admit that Luskan has indeed developed well over the years, and its strength has been expanding rapidly. But don’t forget, the terrifying dragon that created all of this—Ingrokastimizirian—has already disappeared under the siege of the gods. So as long as we can win this battle, they will, like all evil organizations, start killing each other for power and profit.”

"Okay, I hope you're right..."

Just as General Rams was about to say something, a deep and melodious horn sounded from afar.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

moment!

The goblins at the front, having drunk the demon's blood, finally began to march in neat square formations toward the allied forces.

Unlike those fools who only know how to yell and rush forward, their eyes gleamed with a mad and bloodthirsty light. They showed no fear whatsoever and charged forward into the overwhelming rain of arrows.

"Level the spear!"

"Level the spear!"

"Prepare!"

"prick!"

"First row, move back!"

"Second batch, advance!"

"prick!"

……

With the officer shouting anxiously, the two sides finally clashed.

These short, red-skinned men, only 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall, were like madmen. Even with their abdomens and chests pierced, they would desperately move forward along the spear shafts, then use their sharp short swords to slit open the necks of human soldiers and drink their blood.

Despite wearing only a simple leather armor and crudely made wooden shields, they managed to tear apart the tightly packed formations of the allied forces and even broke through several large square formations of hundreds of men.

cruel!

Bloodthirsty!

Crazy!

Most importantly, don't be afraid to die!

Yes!

General Rams had never seen such a terrifying goblin. He rubbed his eyes several times, thinking he was under an illusion or hallucinating due to recent stress.

It's important to know that goblins are basically at the bottom of the food chain in Faerûn. They are cowardly and weak, and even a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child with a little training can easily kill one or two of them.

But now...

These goblins, whose skin color was slightly strange, showed no sign of retreating even after suffering more than three or four thousand casualties. They kept charging forward, proving to be even more troublesome than the strong orcs.

After all, human soldiers are generally taller, and the spears at the front are usually used to deal with cavalry or larger monsters, so small goblins can use their advantages to nimbly avoid the long-handled weapons that are thrusting at them.

It's likely that none of the officers in the entire coalition had anticipated that these mere cannon fodder goblins could inflict such a devastating impact on their own formation.

Seeing that the soldiers at the front were showing signs of collapse, General Rams immediately shouted, "Quickly! Send ten squads of sword-and-shield infantry! We must hold our formation! We cannot let those damned little monsters break in!"

"Understood!" The messenger hurriedly mounted his horse and sprinted at full speed.

However, no sooner had he left than the large catapults behind Luskan's army began to unleash their power.

With the unimaginable strength of the giants, their massive arms hurled stone balls coated in scorching glue into the air, where they landed directly in the middle of the Waterdeep City coalition's formation, killing more than a dozen people each time. At the same time, the scorching glue burning on the surface of the stone balls would ignite the weeds on the ground, creating large areas of high-temperature flames and thick black smoke.

As a tribal chief who came from humble beginnings, Gar had not received formal military training, but he gained enough experience in one war after another.

More importantly, during the time the enemy was traveling and resting, he did not do nothing. Instead, he ordered his men to cut down a large number of trees and give them to craftsmen to make catapults, which were not technically sophisticated but were powerful weapons.

He didn't care whether he would accidentally hurt the goblins on the front lines.

As long as we can win the final victory, isn't it normal to sacrifice some cannon fodder?

Anyway, there are plenty of goblins, those little monsters, in Icewind Valley and the surrounding forests of Luskan. Just capture a bunch, force them to drink demon blood, and then train them a little, and they'll soon become qualified low-ranking soldiers.

Because they were so confident, Garr was not worried at all, watching the goblins fight the enemy in close combat, falling down in droves.

He believed that once the first batch of goblins were all dead, those pitiful humans would feel a deep-seated tremor and fear...

Chapter 0931 Troll Charge

A full ten thousand goblins who drank the blood of demons!

This is the gift that Gar presented to the coalition forces of Deepwater City!

When the last one was killed, the battlefield was piled high with corpses, including countless red-skinned goblins and a large number of human soldiers. The carnage far exceeded the imagination of the nobles of the lord alliance.

They simply couldn't believe that the goblins, who had always been regarded as pests and cannon fodder, were so ferocious that they had fought off more than 5,000 of their own men, with countless others wounded.

But that's not the scariest part!

The most terrifying thing is that the goblins, who should have been timid, cowardly, and turned to run away when things went wrong, were all wiped out without a single one retreating or running away.

unusual!

This is so abnormal!

General Rams, ignoring the priests busy treating the wounded, turned gravely to the Waterdeep Lord beside him, who wore a magical mask, and said, "Your Excellency! I think we should begin our retreat now! Luskan must have invented some kind of magical potion or spell to drive these goblins so mad. If even goblins can inflict such terrible casualties on us, then how terrifying must the goblins, bear goblins, orcs, orcs, gnolls, ogres, giants, and other monsters be?"

"No! We cannot retreat! We cannot fail! Don't forget, we are not the only ones participating in this war, but also many nobles from the Lords' Alliance. What will happen if they think that Waterdeep City is powerless to resist Luskan's expansion?" the lord asked through gritted teeth in a low voice.

As he said this, he also turned around and glanced at his allies whose eyes revealed fear.

It is important to know that the Lords' Alliance, just as its name suggests, was established to unite the rulers of various towns and villages in the surrounding areas of the Northland, so as to prevent them from fighting to the death over minor disputes and interests, causing widespread suffering and affecting the prosperity of commerce and trade.

Since it's a loose alliance, it means that most small towns and villages are opportunists, relying entirely on Waterdeep City, the big brother, for support.

Once the big brother falls, or shows that he can no longer control all sorts of monsters and demons, then defecting and surrendering is not a shameful thing.

This lord could hardly imagine the terrifying upheaval that would occur in the North if the lords' alliance collapsed and about half of them sided with Luskan.

"Damn it! This is not the time for politics! Your Excellency! Look at those monsters with obviously abnormal skin colors! They'll charge in and kill every single one of us! Except for the mages, no one will escape. This is the last force that Waterdeep and the Lords' Alliance have gathered! If we all die, then Luskan's appetite might not just be to annex Neverwinter, but to launch a direct attack on Waterdeep." General Rams retorted without any politeness.

"No! I disagree! Doing this is tantamount to showing weakness to the enemy! We still have enough mages to deal a heavy blow to those monsters!"

"I have truly saved everyone's lives! This battle cannot continue! Besides, we have mages, don't we have mages too?"

……

One of them was taking a political stance, and the other a military stance; clearly, neither could convince the other.

Just as they were arguing, a group of tall, humanoid creatures wearing heavy armor and with eerie dark yellow skin appeared on the horizon.

They are ugly, with fleshy growths of varying sizes on their skin, and drool constantly dripping from their large mouths full of sharp teeth, which is absolutely terrifying.

“Trolls…trolls?! An army of thousands of trolls!” a young officer couldn’t help but exclaim.

That's right!

These ugly and foolish creatures are the trolls that terrify many adventurers on the continent of Faerûn.

Moreover, after drinking the blood of demons, they have made up for their weakness of being afraid of fire. Right now, there is only one thing that can really kill them: strong acid.

Without any hesitation!

Once the trolls had assembled, Garr waved his hand and launched a second round of attacks.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

With a slight tremor in the ground, more than 1,500 trolls began to charge towards the Waterdeep City coalition.

In their eyes, this was not a war at all, but a pleasant hunt and meal, and the food was none other than living humans.

"Rockets! Prepare rockets! Fire! Free fire!"

"Fire Glue! All melee fighters, coat your weapons with Fire Glue! Only fire and strong acid can kill trolls!"

"Where are the mages? We need magical help right now! There are just too many trolls!"

……

Amidst panicked shouts, the soldiers were thrown into chaos.

Especially those militiamen who hadn't undergone rigorous training for a long time were almost scared to death by the trolls charging towards them.

It should be noted that their usual tactic is only enough to deal with small monsters like goblins and kobolds; they even struggle to handle orcs, half-orcs, and large goblins.

As for trolls, they are creatures on a completely different level.

Sometimes even a small militia squad might not be able to defeat a troll, and they might even be killed, becoming the enemy's food supply for the next few days.

In just a few seconds, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers at the front row burst into bright, scorching flames.

Blazing Glue is a special alchemical tool invented by mages in Faerûn.

Its surface is gelatinous, and once it comes into contact with air, it immediately ignites into a raging fire that lasts for a considerable period of time. It can be applied to weapons to increase their lethality, making it the best choice for dealing with fire-fearing creatures.

However, the price of Fiery Glue has never been cheap. It is estimated that the amount used by the soldiers of Deepwater City this time alone will cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

"Humans! Food! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Facing weapons coated with scorching glue, the trolls at the front of the line showed no fear. They leaped up and pounced on the young man in the first row who looked to be only in his early twenties, biting his neck and tearing off his entire throat to chew.

The crunching sound of bones being chewed by teeth, in particular, is enough to send chills down the spine of any normal person.

These crazed trolls didn't care about being injured or dying; for every human soldier they killed, they would bite off a piece of their opponent and stuff it into their mouths.

Some went even further, breaking off arms or legs and using them as weapons while occasionally taking a bite.

The bloody scene dealt a severe blow to the morale of the Waterdeep City coalition, and even the morale-boosting spells and magic of the priests and bards became less effective.