Spellcasting Gods

Chapter 0932 Cleric

The food chain is the most direct manifestation of the dominant relationship between species.

If one species is on the menu of another, the former will often awaken the most primitive and instinctive memories in its genes when encountering the latter, and then quickly activate self-protection mechanisms, making the brain believe that running away is the best option.

Without a doubt, for the humans of Faerûn, trolls are monsters that can be called natural enemies.

Especially for ordinary people living in the countryside, trolls, which can only be killed with fire and acid, are an absolute nightmare.

In the North, there are often stories of hungry trolls who sneak into a village under the cover of night, silently kill all the villagers, and then eat them bit by bit.

So apart from the elites who often fought against powerful monsters, the rest had already begun to retreat when the trolls charged in. The reason they didn't collapse was entirely due to the bards and priests constantly casting spells to boost morale.

The accompanying mages dared not remain idle any longer, and began chanting spells, unleashing one acidic spell after another to send the dying trolls to hell.

Sensing the fear and despair emanating from the enemy camp, Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Not enough! Not enough! I will crush their last hope!"

"Master, the guys in Deepwater City are almost at their breaking point. Do you think we should launch a full-scale attack?" Gar asked cautiously.

He wasn't a fool; he understood that the goal of this war wasn't to win, but to annihilate the Waterdeep City coalition and use the souls of those wretched creatures to forge a divine order.

"No rush! Let those white dragons go out first, focusing their attacks on the mages' positions to deplete their spell slots." As Zhang Cheng spoke, he raised his left hand and gathered up all the dead souls on the battlefield, friend and foe alike.

Clearly, while the quantity of these souls is sufficient, their quality is far from adequate.

A clergy position isn't something you can just get anytime you want!

Aside from taking it from the existing gods or waiting for the supreme god Aio to bestow it, the only way is to instill strong obsessions in mortals, such as hatred, jealousy, greed, despair, and pain.

When these thousands of obsessions come together, they form an authority recognized by the entire world.

When a god possesses authority, he becomes the ruler of that realm. All mortals who enter that realm must offer the highest respect to the god in exchange for his blessings.

In fact, although the mortals of Faerûn can only have one guardian deity, they will pray to the deity who holds the power over that industry when they are engaged in other professions.

The most obvious example is that all blacksmiths and craftsmen, whether or not they are followers of Gonde, the god of craftsmanship and forging, would pray to this god when making something, hoping that their work would be more exquisite.

For example, all men and women who are pursuing their other half, whether or not they are believers in the goddess of love, Shuna, will pray to the Fire-Haired Lady for blessings to help them win the favor of their beloved.

There are actually quite a few beings in the world who possess divine power or divinity, but only those who truly obtain divine office can be considered a deity in name and in order to obtain a seat of their own in the ancient pantheon.

"As you wish!" Gar bowed respectfully and then winked at his adjutant.

The latter understood immediately and quickly ran to the woods at the rear, untied the chains binding several white dragons, and had the dragon seeker pour water from the spring that had been contaminated with demon blood into them.

moment!

These enormous creatures, covered in white scales, let out painful howls, their eyes quickly turning bloodshot. They struggled to take off and swooped down at incredible speed toward the Waterdeep City coalition, spewing out large swaths of deadly, freezing air.

"Oh no! It's Bai Long!" An officer was the first to spot Bai Long and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, the entire formation had already been overwhelmed by the frenzied trolls, leaving no time to organize a counterattack. Everywhere the white dragon had sprayed, whether it was people or warhorses, was turned into frozen sculptures.

In the frigid north, the white dragon is the supreme overlord, a creature at the very top of the food chain.

Apart from the equally formidable frost giants, almost nothing can threaten them.

Seeing several white dragons raging overhead, killing several mages who hadn't had time to react, the lord of Waterdeep finally panicked. Grabbing General Ramsay's hand, he roared, "Damn it! Think of something! We can't lose! Otherwise, Waterdeep and the Lords' Alliance will be finished!"

"Shut up! Fool! I've had enough of your meddling! Now, gather those mages together immediately, and then send fifty knights to protect them. Next, we need a large-scale magical ritual and powerful crossbows. We must bring these dragons down." General Rams shoved the Lord of Waterdeep aside, led his guards to a ballista, quickly adjusted the angle, and slammed the hammer down on one of the dragons.

hum!

With a slightly piercing sound, a three-edged heavy arrow, more than a meter long, soared into the air and pierced the white dragon's vulnerable abdomen.

Its scales provided only a slight obstacle before it plummeted from the sky, spraying blood, and crashed into the crowd with a thud.

However, this dragon, already corrupted by demon blood, was incredibly resilient. Before anyone could rush up to finish it off, it brandished its sharp claws, disemboweling more than twenty soldiers, and its breath froze over forty people.

"Die, you evil dragon!" a knight wielding a silver lance shouted, using the explosive force of his charging warhorse to plunge the lance directly into the lower left side of his chest.

puff!

This time, without any surprises, it pierced the white dragon's heart on the spot.

It swayed from side to side twice, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Just as the knight thought he had killed a dragon and was about to cheer loudly to boost morale, the dragon's corpse inexplicably began to emit a blinding green light.

Before anyone around could even react, what had happened!

next second...

boom!

Deadly fel flames engulfed everything within a radius of ten meters!

Slaughter!

death!

destroy!

The blood of the Abyss Lords turned these behemoths, which were already favored by magical energy, into deadly bombs!

Once they are killed, they will immediately release all the energy within them at once, with a power far exceeding that of most ninth-circle spells...

Chapter 0933 Fatal Betrayal

Slaying a dragon comes at a price!

This has always been common knowledge in Faerûn!

Putting aside the potential retaliation after successfully slaying a dragon, dragons themselves are not pushovers. Moreover, most famous "dragon slayers" actually had a great deal of luck involved, and very few people could truly crush dragons with their own strength.

Today, however, General Rams realized for the first time that the corpses of dragons could cause such staggering casualties.

The mere three dead white dragons wiped out his two most elite armies, and even affected the accompanying mage corps, killing at least twenty mages on the spot, and more than a dozen others were seriously injured.

It should be noted that the number of mages sent by Waterdeep this time was only about sixty, including legendary mages like Kelburn and Lyra, who basically had other more important matters to attend to and could not be contacted at all.

But now, before the enemy mage has even started to exert his power, more than half of his side has been killed or wounded. It's a complete disaster.

Yes!

In Rams's view, the war was a mistake from the beginning. Although the so-called coalition forces had a numerical advantage, quantity often does not mean quality.

In particular, the militia from the various lords of the Northland, of varying quality, severely hampered the original elite fighting force of Waterdeep. Some of their formations had even collapsed and were being pursued and killed by orcs riding dire wolves.

From the hundreds of battles in Icewind Valley, Garr developed a keen sense of smell, knowing when to send infantry for a head-on confrontation and when to send cavalry to rout the enemy and expand the victory.

Gazing at the chaotic battlefield ahead, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, those guys are almost completely demoralized. Shouldn't we launch a full-scale attack?"

“Signal Eribes! Have her ambush the Waterdeep mage corps from behind! Then you can do whatever you want. Remember, we don’t need prisoners or slaves in this war! I only want one thing: souls of pain, death, and despair. No mercy, no forgiveness…” A chilling glint flashed in Zhang Cheng’s eyes.

Because he could sense that as more and more human soldiers began to fall into negative emotions such as fear, despair, and madness, an unprecedented power was gradually gathering within him.

Unlike faith and divine energy, it is a form of control, an authority, a special power bestowed upon it by the entire world.

Without a doubt, this is a typical sign of the clergy gathering together.

……

Meanwhile, Eribes, who had been observing the Waterdeep City coalition forces from the flanks, finally noticed that the gem on his hand was beginning to glow. He immediately curled the corners of his mouth slightly and said to the shapeshifting officer beside him, "The time has come! Let's make our move!"

"understand!"

Without saying a word, the shapeshifting officer exchanged a glance with one of his kind.

moment!

A dozen or so men, who had silently infiltrated the group of mages amidst the chaos, drew their magic-slaying daggers and, with lightning speed, simultaneously stabbed one of the mages.

Despite three or four high-level mages triggering unexpected spells, some attempting to escape by using teleportation magic which failed, and others encasing themselves in protective stone skin, they were unable to withstand the magical weapon with anti-magic properties.

The deadly poison coated on the blades gave them no chance to cast spells or use magical items.

"Charge! Slaughter all the scum of Waterdeep! This time, Luskan is our ally!" Eribes made no attempt to hide his allegiance.

Although the soldiers of Neverwinter were very surprised by this sudden change, they were not even sure if it was real.

But when the shapeshifting officer led a frenzied attack on the Waterdeep City coalition forces next door, they had no choice but to follow suit, turning against their former allies.

Clearly, their defection was fatal, plunging the entire lateral movement into complete chaos and collapse.

In addition, the mages led by Valindra continuously unleashed a large number of charm and control spells on the most concentrated areas of the crowd, while Garr personally led his core forces, consisting of orcs, goblins, barbarians, bear goblins, giants, and ogres, in a general offensive.

Under such overwhelming and fierce attacks, even the elite troops known for their bravery and resilience reached their limit. They were completely overwhelmed in just ten minutes, then divided and surrounded, leaving behind only a cruel and bloodthirsty massacre.

Other intelligent beings are both envious and jealous of humans occupying the best land and resources in the world, so they don't hesitate to take drastic measures.

In less than half an hour, the 50,000-strong allied army initiated and formed by Deepwater City was either dead or wounded. The remaining soldiers and officers, who were surrounded, desperately huddled together back to back, trying to take as many people down with them before they were killed.

"Come on! Monster! Come and kill me!" General Rams roared, covered in blood and brandishing his longsword.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the monsters around them merely surrounded them without attacking. Their eyes, filled with bloodlust, savagery, and murderous intent, were truly chilling.

As for the lord sent by the Deepwater City Council, his mask had already been ripped off in the melee, revealing a mature and beautiful female face. He was dragged aside by a dozen strong male orcs and pinned to the ground, where he was subjected to an adult film. His screams were enough to give most normal people nightmares at night.

Just as Rams was silently praying to his god and preparing to rush forward and perish together with him, the densely packed monsters around him suddenly parted, making way for a narrow passage.

A boy of about thirteen years old, who looked somewhat pale and gloomy, came out and greeted them with a smile: "Good afternoon, General. If you don't mind, could you chat with me for a few minutes?"

"Who are you?" Rams asked, frowning.

“If you’re asking for my name, I can tell you it’s meaningless. Because the boy’s body you’re seeing now isn’t the real me,” Zhang Cheng replied, while handing the other man a bottle of fine wine.

Rams did not refuse. He took it, used the dagger he carried to pry open the cork, tilted his head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

Normally, he would prepare a wine glass, pour half a glass, and savor it in the most elegant way, reflecting on it and making a good or bad evaluation.

But now, he is about to die, and all he wants is to drink fine wine one last time before he dies, and to reminisce about his life.

Two or three minutes passed before the general reluctantly tossed aside the empty bottle, let out a burp, and said with a wry smile, "Good wine! I never thought I'd be drinking such fine wine from the Kingdom of Cormier before I die. So, what do you want to talk to this loser about?"

"It's very simple, just tell me how you view faith..."

Chapter 0934 Self-Destruction

"Faith?" Rams was clearly taken aback.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "That's right! Faith. I've noticed that you're one of the very few people who haven't suffered a mental breakdown in the face of death. So please tell me, how do you view God, and how do you view the world after death?"

"Gods are gods! They rule the world of spirit and faith! Every mortal, from birth to death, is guided by a god, who will help you strengthen your faith when you are lost. I am not a fanatical believer, and I rarely proclaim my belief in any particular god. But undeniably, I have always respected him in the deepest part of my heart, and I am willing to go to his kingdom after death." Rams described his faith and values ​​in extremely concise language.