Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 399 Drow Mage
As Eirimar had predicted, the ground surface soil under the spell's influence began to bulge, with small mounds swelling and twisting like bulges. The ground shook, and the dwarves scattered their lines before they could all leave the spell's range.

PONG!

Explosions rang out one after another, one after another, as mounds of earth exploded, and soil and gravel burst like fountains. The surrounding dust rose up like mist, blurring the view for a moment.

Those dwarves who were slow to move or were near the center of the spell's effect were gripped and shaken by the dramatic changes in the ground, losing their footing. Several of them rolled on the ground and were engulfed by the rising dust. As for the mage who remained motionless in the center, he had already been swallowed up by the rolling yellow dust.

"Is the boss alright?" Bard asked, looking at the eye of the dust storm with concern in his voice.

"Since the boss says so, then there must be other plans. Let's focus on our own tasks first."

Kegan was not unaware of the cunning and brutality of those dark-skinned people, but his understanding of his lord's methods far surpassed his knowledge of what he had heard about them.

Would a mage who always takes advantage and never suffers a loss really stand there and get beaten up? Kegan simply couldn't believe such a ridiculous thing.

In his opinion, the ones who will ultimately suffer the most are probably the underground thugs.

In fact, Kegan's judgment was not wrong. Zhang Yuan, who dared to place himself in the core area of ​​the spell's effect, was neither crazy nor short-legged. He clearly felt the powerlessness and harmlessness of this divine spell on him, even though he was covered by a spell immunity barrier.

The undulations of the surrounding soil became calm beneath his feet. As a result, the mage, who should have noticed the changes beneath his feet, was slow to react. In addition, with the Tinker and Old Clockwork, two armored little guys with high defense, high health, and fast movement speed, he didn't even have time to move to a different position.

What stopped him was a sudden tremor in his spiritual senses. The mage's heightened perception under the blessing of the Leaf of Beven was not just for show; his mind was like a mirror, reflecting not only the dangers ahead.

Therefore, Master Zhang simply decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes, adopting the posture of the Black Tortoise to firmly guard the central palace, intending to take advantage of the dust obscuring the view and then give the other party a good beating.

In the blink of an eye, the long-absent Despair Bird Doflamingo, having cast an invisibility spell, took to the air, providing vision for its mage master.

From the perspective of their own magical pets, there were not many dead in the enemy ranks, but many wounded, and only a handful of them could stand still. The Spider Queen Priestess, who was holding on with her divine shield, was naturally among them, and another conspicuous figure was also covered with a magical shield.

Hmm? Are you in the same industry?
He wasn't surprised that there was a mage in the drow squad. As intelligent, long-lived races, the drow had a fairly good spellcaster output ratio. With a team of over thirty people, and drow themselves making up half of them, it was perfectly normal to have a mage providing support.

But for a mage of this level…

Perhaps the opponent's skill in concealment magic was too high, so much so that I didn't even notice the presence of the enemy mage.

Taybien felt wronged and aggrieved. He was still a child, not even a hundred years old, and hadn't even had his own coming-of-age ceremony before being dragged into this operation, which was supposedly to be a witness to a bloody ritual.

Born into the Abery family of Menzoberranzan, Taybien was not exactly a prodigy, and he was inferior in ability and wealth compared to apprentices from top-ranking families.

But to say he's bad, he's not that bad. At this age, being able to touch the fourth ring of the magic web and meet the graduation requirements of the Spider Academy, Drow can hardly be considered mediocre.

As for those who didn't reach that level? Even though he didn't know much, Tybien could guess roughly. Those useless people with no qualifications or future prospects wouldn't enjoy the treatment of their so-called compatriots, and they wouldn't be much better off than the slaves who could bring value to the family.

Moreover, compared to the women favored by Lolth, the vast majority of those who embark on the path of arcane magic are male drow. If they don't go far on the path of arcane magic, don't achieve anything in martial arts, and don't have any particular strengths...
They don't even qualify to be tools; they're just lowly people or cannon fodder.

As a mid-level mage, Taybin is naturally not included in this category; the drow are not so extravagant as to use spellcasters of this level as consumables.

Therefore, even Eirima, the priest and leader of the squad, showed a certain degree of respect and the "patience" unique to the drow in the beginning.

Of course, the patience of the Drow Rangers is less a luxury and more a kind of illusion and pretense that never existed from the beginning.

In fact, the third daughter of the family was at her best when she pulled him from the academy's research room to her team.

"Compared to those useless ibliths (garbage, slag), you are a useful man. Come here and prove your worth! And use the blood of those colnbluths (other races, outsiders) on the surface to complete your rite of passage."

At that moment, Elima licked her lips alluringly with her little pink tongue, and told him in a rather tempting manner that if he didn't mind, she could teach her little cousin, a man, how to please his partner.

Yes, it happened at that ceremony.

Now look what happened. Forget about the coming-of-age ceremony for now. After two rounds of relentless attacks, the entire team is on the verge of collapse, and Elema, the eldest sister, has completely torn off her mask.

"Damn man, you incompetent iblith, you're a wizard too, do something for me!"

Tybien's face turned as sour as if he had eaten Rosamon's excrement after being cursed and ordered around in an almost screaming tone.

It wasn't out of righteous indignation; knowing the rules and customs of his own tribe, he cursed "elg'caress" in his heart but didn't think to question the reasoning behind it. What angered him was the situation he had fallen into.

He knew that if one's skills were inferior, one should admit defeat. He was not unaware of this principle. He had a good idea of ​​what it meant to be a mage who could teleport accurately and was accompanied by two iron golems. Being suppressed or even defeated was a possibility he had expected.

However, he never expected the current situation to develop. There were no powerful high-level arcane spells or exquisite spellcasting skills. What came next?
Ballistae? Alchemical bombs? And summons that can use light magic?
I had planned to catch them off guard as soon as they teleported here, but they were carrying an Iron Golem. They hid behind and unleashed a Flashbang. Although I wasn't blinded, locking onto them became impossible.

Then came this series of combined punches.

If it weren't for the several shields I had on me, and the energy buffer scroll I had hastily cast...

Looking at the female warriors and gray dwarves still screaming in agony beside him, Taybien's hand unconsciously slid towards the teleportation scroll at his waist.

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