Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 167 The Dog's Eyes Are Blind
"disperse!"

The middle-aged man, clad in heavy armor and with a mace hanging from his waist, stepped out of the carriage and roared angrily.

A pale white light spread out from the man into a ring, directly engulfing the group of undead creatures that were closing in.

Damn it, this lousy little caravan actually hid a priest?!
An Erle, who had just realized this, didn't even have time to brake before he was hit head-on by the white light.

The old gentleman felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a hammer, and his consciousness went blank for a moment. The string of curses that followed in his mind were swallowed back down his throat.

An Erle, who only came to her senses a moment later, was walking a little unsteadily.

If even he, the vampire leader, was in such a state, what about his bunch of scoundrels? Every single one of them had turned into real corpses, no longer able to maintain their existence that should have vanished long ago.

Just as An Erle, who had kicked the iron plate, was about to run away, she heard the other party's voice again.

"Divine power!"

Another roar erupted, and a pair of wings made of light feathers stretched out from behind the priest. After closing and embracing him, they turned into light dust and dissipated.

"In the name of Ransendall, you must be purified!"

The priest of the Lord of Dawn charged forward, wielding a mace.

Run quickly!
Seeing that things were going badly, the old man made a 180-degree turn and led the charge.

Fortunately, while An Erle was lacking in other skills, she was extremely adept at escaping and saving her life. Before the enemy could even get close, she had already darted away a considerable distance.

As for the vampire's special survival ability—fogging—he didn't even consider it. While a fogged body could certainly evade physical damage, using that against a priest? Was he afraid of dying too quickly?
As a Dawn Priest, Kormic was certainly righteous and unwilling to let this audacious vampire get away with it, but it was also true that he couldn't catch up with the vampire because he was wearing heavy armor.

Seeing that the filthy, despicable vampire was about to escape, and unable to pursue him in his plate armor across the swamp, he stopped and stared intently at his opponent heading deeper into the swamp.

"Like the radiance of dawn covering the earth, His Majesty Ransendall's power is unstoppable, the Holy Hammer!"

Bright light poured down from the realm of blissful light, piercing through the dark clouds and splashing onto An Erle, who was running happily.

"what!!!"

Only the person experiencing it truly knows how cruel the feeling of taking a positive energy bath is.

Under this radiant glow, both the eyes and the instinctive senses of the dead to perceive life in the outside world become ineffective.

An Erle, whose body was shrouded in smoke and whose senses of the outside world were cut off, ignored everything and ran wildly in the predetermined direction.

The chase ended with Anderson's Holy Hammer Strike and the vampire's heavily wounded escape.

Although he escaped with his life, the positive energy beam guided by this divine magic shone on An Erle without any obstruction. He endured the excruciating pain and fled for his life. It wasn't until his vision returned in his hidden hideout that he discovered that half of his body was scorched black.

The poor old man rested for a whole week, during which time he recovered some of his strength by hunting blood offspring with his newly recruited underlings. However, these reptiles such as lizards and toads were far from enough to make up for the damage he had suffered.

So, An'erle, still harboring wicked intentions, set his sights on passing merchants.

Having suffered a major loss once, he has become even more cautious, letting several passing convoys pass by in the past few days. Even though the allure of vibrant life makes his mouth water, the escort teams of twenty or thirty people each force him to reconsider.

Finally, Sir Anle, who had been waiting with bated breath, found a suitable prey.

The rudimentary convoy consisted of only two horse-drawn carriages. A few of the soldiers in the convoy looked decent enough, but bullying a bunch of scrawny bastards didn't prove anything.

What bothered him was the knights. Whether it was the female knight riding the black panther or the two red-armored knights, they did not seem to be living people to him, or even flesh and blood beings.

A summoned creature? A golem?

An Erle, who had some experience, did not dare to make any rash moves. She observed from afternoon until evening, and only felt at ease after the knights suddenly disappeared and the human who seemed to be a mage summoned three humanoid "creatures".

Such a young mage is probably not very high level. The summoned creatures were only responsible for pulling the cart and keeping watch along the way, and their combat power was probably average.

Moreover, a mage has a limited number of spell slots. If they are squandered like this, how much strength can they retain?

They watched from afar as the other side set up camp, cooked their meals, and finally went into their respective tents.

After a while, the lord, convinced that the other party was indeed asleep, ordered his group of low-ranking undead to stand by. The other party only had one person on night watch. As long as he was dealt with, those summoned creatures, with their obviously low intelligence, would not be able to detect the approach and ambush of his subordinates.

"I'm so clever," Sir Anle thought. "As a blood nobleman, I think I can give myself a nickname."

The wise and shrewd Sir Anle? No, no, no, that's too blatant and flamboyant.

How about we call him the impeccable Sir Anle?

Under a dark and windy sky with few stars, a large red-eyed bat silently swept across the black night sky and swooped down on the Canaan squad's camp.

At that moment, the old pervert was still keeping a close watch on his surroundings when he suddenly saw a bat flying over.

It's no wonder Lawrence didn't take it seriously. Since entering the Death Swamp a few days ago, annoying little creatures like mosquitoes, flies, snakes, and bats have been everywhere; encountering a bat at night is perfectly normal.

Wait, why are that bat's eyes glowing red? Something's wrong!
Before the thought could be turned into action, those red-glowing eyes stared straight at him, their blood-red gaze like a bottomless abyss, causing all his senses and consciousness to sink into oblivion.

After canceling her bat form and using her vampire-like alluring gaze to control the opposing team's night watch members, An Erle attempted to control their summoned creatures, but failed.

An Erle noticed that three enemy warrior pieces were already swinging their weapons and slashing at her. She leaned back and was about to jump away when the expressionless red giant suddenly roared!

"Thief Sun!"

At that moment, Axe King's Berserker's Roar forcibly stopped an uninvited guest who was about to leave.

This skill, which has little offensive power and unsatisfactory control time and effect, has its unique advantages: its ability to ignore magic resistance and its extremely high difficulty in saving the save.

An Erle felt that anger had clouded his judgment, and his original idea of ​​retreating for the time being and making further plans vanished. Instead, he pounced on the enemy with bared teeth and claws.

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