Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 315 Bastards, a salute to Katyusha!
Burke's experience can be considered inspiring in some ways.

Born into poverty, he would not have had much of an opportunity to receive an education, just like those of other lower-class people who would live a life of mediocrity with no hope of advancement.

But the acceptance of a distant relative in Deepwater changed his life. This relative, a small merchant, happened to need a reliable and hardworking apprentice and took a liking to Burke at first sight.

Burke worked diligently and conscientiously under his distant uncle's tutelage, and the existing kinship also made him quite popular with him.

Of course, the work that needs to be done cannot be reduced at all, and the salary that should not be paid will still not be paid. However, some basic knowledge and skills of literacy and arithmetic are taught and trained without hesitation.

Years later, Burke, who had just turned fourteen, arrived at his second crossroads in life.

My uncle is dead!

The death of his distant relative, who had raised him, left Burke not only grieving but also bewildered, with the choice between taking over his business or returning to Luscany becoming two forks in the road.

I want to study!

After much deliberation, Burke resolutely decided to break free from the seemingly predictable vortex of his life and choose a path that could change his destiny.

Burke, who entered the Watchers Academy in Waterdeep, gradually began to show his talent and realize it. Although he could not be compared with those with exceptional talent, he steadily accumulated knowledge and made steady progress. In his thirties, he entered the intermediate level and successfully stayed on as a faculty member.

Logically, this should have been a good ending. Coming from a humble background, he had no complaints about entrusting the rest of his life to the Watchers Academy, which was dedicated to upholding order and opening its doors to all.

However, while a person's destiny depends on their own efforts, the course of history must also be taken into account.

A sudden betrayal changed the course of Burke's life.

Brascalothron, a genius who was once well-known throughout the Watchers, was already a high-ranking spellcaster and was regarded by many as a future archmage with high hopes.

However, to everyone's surprise, in a premeditated rebellion and ambush, Blaska injured several colleagues and then absconded with several rare materials stored in the academy and a magical item.

Having successfully escaped, Blasca began a life of wandering as a mercenary, transforming from a pampered and respected lord into a shameless hyena who would stop at nothing for profit.

"The Fair Rolls-Royce"

Only the person involved knows how ironic this nickname is. It doesn't mean he's fair and honest; rather, it means he'll do anything for the right price. That's the origin of his "fairness."

No one could understand why Blasca chose such a bleak and foolish path of depravity, but revenge and reckoning were imperative.

Despite his despicable character, Blaska's strength was no fluke. He escaped wave after wave of raids and captures by the Watchers Academy. In the end, the Academy's capture operations only enhanced his reputation, and Blaska became famous in the Underground Guild.

It goes without saying how frustrated the Watchers Academy was after suffering such a huge setback, and those who had any connection with Blasca were inevitably implicated as well.

Among them, Burke, who had served as Blaska's assistant, was also in trouble in this turmoil.

Fortunately, Burke was quick-witted and made some arrangements before the situation became increasingly tense, thus avoiding any mishap.

However, he could no longer stay in Waterdeep, and upon hearing the news that Braska had joined the Arcane Brotherhood of Luscan, he decided after much deliberation to go and join them.

Being implicated by the other party for no reason, it would be self-deception to say that one doesn't feel resentment. However, circumstances are beyond one's control.

Time has passed, and now, having finally reached the seventh ring and entered the ranks of high-level spellcasters, Burke has lost his ambition to continue climbing to the pinnacle of mystery. After some maneuvering, he landed a lucrative job as an advisor to the Bloodsail Gang.

It is indeed a lucrative position. Even within the Brotherhood, a high-level spellcaster is a very high-ranking position, second only to the Tower Masters.

However, there were many constraints, and the infighting between different factions also made Burke somewhat weary.

When Burke joined the Bloodsail Gang, he was nominally an advisor, but in reality, he was practically an emperor emeritus. Needless to say, he enjoyed a prestigious position and received a constant stream of resources.

These past few days, Grand Commander Kurzer has temporarily left headquarters to go to the council. He thought it was nothing serious. Even if some scoundrels dared to provoke the Bloodsail Gang, their defenses were solid, and with him stationed there along with about a hundred soldiers, they were not to be trifled with.

However, things are unpredictable!

Just as the Bloodsail Gang had finished assembling and was preparing to act according to the plan, Burke was still wondering what the strange-looking constructs were doing with those triangular prisms.

Could it be a battering ram? It seems the enemy came prepared!
In the very next instant, something happened that shook Burke to his core.

Flames suddenly shot out from the tops of those triangular prisms, and bolts of crossbow-like objects shot out, hurtling towards their own camp!

Is this an alchemical crossbow? Or a modified, integrated version?
Turn the pointer back more than ten seconds.

"Baush, is the rocket swarm ready?"

Having observed through the thief bird's vision that the Bloodsail Gang's forces were already assembled, Zhang Yuan stopped probing and waiting, and directly inquired about the status of their firepower preparations.

"All missiles are ready to be released at any time."

The tinker's smooth voice carried a hint of excitement, not because of the battle, which he considered a minor affair, but because his new toy could finally be officially unveiled.

"Ignite and fire! Provide fire coverage to the target area and blast out all the stockpiles!"

Upon hearing Zhang Yuan's order, Bausch chuckled, the pipe dangling from his lips curling upwards.

Although this body couldn't smoke, that didn't stop old Bosh from instinctively making that familiar gesture.

"Fire parameters have been adjusted."

"The missile launch bay is secured; prepare for ignition."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Bastards, salute to Katyusha!"

Although I don't understand why a mage would give such a violent machine such a feminine name, it sounds rather cool to say it.

Flames flashed, and the sharp edge of the Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn from its sheath;

Thunder roared, and death howled down from the sky.

Accompanied by flashes of fire from the cannons, heat-guided missiles streaked across the sky, their trails of flame flying behind them, and in the blink of an eye, they traversed this short distance to arrive above the Bloodsail Gang's stronghold.

Then it swooped down!

At that moment, the Bloodsail Gang members saw a shooting star!
So they began to make wishes…

The incoming missiles not only have lock-on tracking capabilities, but the high temperatures, shockwaves, and flying shrapnel generated by the explosions are also great for reaping lives.

Faced with this unimaginable, unpredictable, and unpreventable epoch-making attack, those who do not understand the term "dimensional reduction attack" find it difficult to express their fear and confusion.

If a high-level spellcaster were present, their protective barrier might be able to withstand the attack, but against such a saturation attack, the abilities of these mid-to-low-level professionals would be insufficient.

It seems there's nothing else we can do besides making a wish.

Missile bombardment and massive rocket swarm attacks—the Bloodsail Gang members, enjoying such extraordinary treatment, had every reason to be proud. After all, they didn't die like the rest of the masses from mundane methods like swords and magic.

What a blessing it would be to witness and personally experience the passionate service of a technological fusion product from two other worlds.

Even in the underworld, he can still brag to his brother Kranz.

Just as the entire Bloodsail Gang headquarters was instantly transformed into a scene of human tragedy, filled with cries of agony and chaos, Burke quietly disappeared without a trace.

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