Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 397 Together

They were fully armored and had a forest of shields.

When the attackers reached the vicinity of the dwarven camp, they were greeted by this steel tortoise formation. The drow, who had dealt with the underground grey dwarves many times, did not choose to confront them head-on.

Under the wary gazes of the dwarves, the dark-skinned men returned, not only in greater numbers, but also with several tall figures at their head that made their pupils shrink. Those with discernment had already recognized the faces of these figures.

Minotaur, these monsters that roam underground or in dungeon labyrinths, have always been synonymous with savagery and power in the Underdark where there are no giants. Even those who know nothing about their habits would never doubt that their nearly three-meter-tall and almost half-width-wide behemoths are just for show.

Once these guys launch a mass charge, they are no less formidable than heavy cavalry; the sheer oppressive force alone is enough to shake the resolve of those with weak wills.

However, being children of the earth, they inherited the stubbornness of a rock, with a conservative and rigid nature. Moreover, given the dark elves' notorious reputation, surrendering would likely be no better than dying in battle, resulting in the loss of clan honor.

With a formidable enemy at hand, the dwarves held their weapons firmly, their breathing becoming heavy. Bardkagan and Bardkagan, who had just organized the defensive formation, took out several potions of strength and distributed them to their tribesmen, who then gathered together to form the core of their defense against the enemy's onslaught.

A muffled roar accompanied the tremors of the earth as iron hooves pounded the ground, and the fierce light shooting from the minotaurs' eyes was sharper than their axe blades.

The dwarves, bearing the brunt of the attack, used their bodies to shield themselves, directly confronting the comet-like impact.

boom!
Shields clashed with axes, and a symphony of flesh and steel exploded with deafening force. The minotaurs, who had the advantage in tonnage and potential energy, were astonished to find that their usually invincible savage charge had failed this time.

These smelly and tough dwarf tigers, relying on their superior equipment and potions, managed to withstand the enemy's charge, standing firm like nails on the front lines, though at the cost of the shield guards' blood and the high probability of internal injuries and fractures.

Just as they halted the minotaur's charge and their comrades on the flanks attempted to encircle and eliminate the beasts, the battle lines descended into chaos. The drow warriors, who had followed the minotaurs and almost completely concealed themselves in the twilight with their cloaks, finally revealed their fangs.

The dark swords drew a trail of dark gold tassels, their sharp edges piercing vulnerable points such as the throat joints. Although they were subsequently entangled and forced back by the dwarven warriors who came to their aid, within just a few breaths, three shield guards had perished, and one had been wounded and had a limb severed.

The battle intensified, with both sides engaging in close combat. Only then did the female drow, led by the Spider Queen Priestess, finally arrive, and this was the scene the mage witnessed upon his arrival.

The arrival of reinforcements brought joy to both sides, who were locked in a fierce battle, and both believed that victory was within their grasp.

Immediately, a white light exploded, illuminating the battlefield. The Drow vanguards, facing the flashbang, had no time to react before suffering a great calamity. How could they, who had been plunged into darkness for too long, face the light?

The sudden burst of light destroyed the vision of these poor creatures in an instant. Their dark, satin-like skin cracked and wrinkled under the strong light, as if it had been scorched by fireworks, and was accompanied by burn marks.

As for the minotaurs, although they were not actually harmed by the racial curse of being punished by sunlight, it goes without saying what the consequences would be for creatures accustomed to seeing in the dark to be suddenly blinded by a flashbang.

On the battlefield, in close combat, if one side suddenly loses their sight or is even scalded with boiling water, one can only imagine what fate awaits them.

The stalemate was broken in an instant. The dwarves, seething with rage, brandished their weapons and cut down the dark-skinned men who tried to slip away using their cloaks as cover. While elven cloaks did indeed have the ability to disguise themselves, this ghillie suit pressed against their faces did nothing to attract their hatred and had no effect whatsoever.

Seizing the opportunity, the dwarves disregarded any so-called formation and swarmed forward. The last thing the minotaur, who had just barely regained some of his vision from the dizziness, saw was a group of dwarf demons rushing towards him.

As they struggled to swing their battle axes to defend themselves, they felt excruciating pain in their knees, groins, and even their testicles and the foot-long piece of cow meat. They then collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

While the battles on the front lines were bloody and brutal, the mages paid no attention to them. What they should worry about were the female drow who shrouded in shadow.

Right now, Zhang Da Guanren only regrets that he didn't get a few scrolls like Yang Yan Bao from his teacher, otherwise he would have blasted the opponent into ashes.

However, there was a way. The mage focused his gaze and began the second round of casting. At the same time, the tinker had already completed the installation of the rocket launch chamber and the calibration of the firing parameters.

Without hesitation, Old Tinker pressed the launch button. Flames flashed and air gushed forth as ten heat-guided missiles poured out in this wave of attack, heading straight for the dark tent.

This thing has built-in thermal tracking, and its explosive damage isn't that much affected by accuracy.

"Ssussun pholor dos!" (Damn it!)
Although she managed to evade the enemy's light burst spell by using the darkness, the annihilation of the vanguard still made Aerymar grit her teeth, her right knuckles cracking as she gripped the snake whip.

Aside from the wizard beside her, she didn't care much about the casualties of the male drow, let alone the cannon fodder slaves like the tauren. What angered her was the loss of her own forces after the vanguard was wiped out.

At this point, the hunting party, consisting of fewer than twenty people including slaves, might have been able to defeat the dwarves by virtue of their magical advantage, but the presence of the mage made everything uncertain.

As the fourth in line to the Arbery family, Eirimar was no stranger to bumpkins; the magical protective aura surrounding the other man only indicated one thing:

The other party is either highly skilled or very wealthy; either way, it's a very difficult situation.

"Damn Garuk," she cursed inwardly, gritting her teeth as she looked at the enemy mage who was hiding behind a towering steel golem, and pulled out a scroll.

Before they could even guide them, a flock of fiery creatures swooped down like falcons.

What the hell?
Unable to identify the projectiles, Eirima had no time to question them. Her senses were already screaming in alarm, and her body moved faster than her brain could process. A jet-black gem appeared in her hand.

"elamshin JAL!" (All belongs to the Spider Goddess!)
With a command that seemed to tear the vocal cords apart, the black gem thrown by the priestess instantly transformed, expanding like an inflated bouncy ball.

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