Casting spells

"I just hope that you won't get angry because you are not satisfied with the food. Besides, I have been on the surface for a long time, and I have almost adapted to the harsh climate here." After that, Drizzt took two steps back and asked the servant to lift the heavy The elk was carried into the back kitchen.

In order to appease Zhang Cheng, the leader of Bryn Shande, Casios, not only gave up his residence, but also specially arranged for two maids and two male servants to take care of his daily life.

So after a while, the servants finished the whole elk and brought the steaming stew and bone soup to the table.

"Let's eat something together." Zhang Cheng pushed one of the meat plates and the soup bowl forward.

"thank you very much."

Drizzt didn't refuse, just sat down generously, picked up the bowl and carefully sipped the hot bone soup, warming up his body frozen by the cold wind after a few mouthfuls.

But his attention was obviously not on the food. Instead, he looked at the other person out of the corner of his eye. After about three to five minutes, he pretended to be casual and asked, "Your Excellency, are you learning magic?"

"Yes, I am very interested in magic. If you have related books or notes, I am willing to exchange them with equivalent things." Zhang Cheng gave an affirmative answer without thinking.

"I don't understand, you are already an awesome and powerful existence, why do you still need to learn magic?" The dark elf put on a puzzled look.

In his memory, dragons should be lazy and arrogant. Most dragons would rather lie on the treasure and sleep soundly than leave their lairs to enter the human world, let alone learn martial arts and magic knowledge.

"Strong? Am I really strong?" Zhang Cheng put down the tableware in his hand, his eyes revealed playfulness, and he quickly shook his head. "No, ranger, there are many things in this world that are stronger than me, such as the powerful undead spellcaster-the Lich, or those vicious old dragons and powerful legendary mages, no matter which one can kill me, this is not counting the high gods and the terrible abyss lord..."

"So you want to use the power of magic to make up the gap?" Drizzt seemed to think of something, subconsciously frowned.

"That's right! Knowledge is power! I need to learn to swim in the ocean of magic step by step from the beginning. Perhaps childhood prejudice and discrimination prevent you from understanding the greatness of magic, but I can tell you that it is a A power that can kill gods with a mortal body."

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng's eyes were once again full of madness and destruction, and he managed to suppress it with difficulty.

"Last question, how long do you plan to stay in Ten Town?" The dark elf keenly sensed the fleeting breath, and the muscles all over his body tensed involuntarily.

"One winter! At the beginning of spring next year, I will choose to go south to Luskan." Zhang Cheng didn't try to hide anything, and straightforwardly stated part of his plan.

"The beginning of spring? My dwarf friend Bruno just happens to be going out for an adventure in the beginning of spring. If you don't mind, can you come with us?" Drizzt quickly offered the invitation.

He knew without asking, that he hoped to get rid of this potential threat by the way when he left.

"No problem! I look forward to traveling with you..."

Chapter 428 Conquest

While Zhang Cheng was enjoying dinner in the warm house, Gar was leading forty orc warriors who drank the spring water, seven ogres, thirty bear goblins, and a total of three hundred beastmen who had been strengthened by the spring water. Under the cover of the cold wind, the ordinary goblin, who had become extremely ferocious, approached a barbarian tribe's camp.

After a period of conquest, he has completely controlled the territory that originally belonged to Akar Kessell, and let those who are willing to give loyalty and test the water to drink from the spring.

Although during this process, many unlucky people with weak physiques were torn alive by the terrifying force, but all those who survived were strengthened, whether it was strength, agility or physique.

In addition, some orcs, half-orcs, and goblins who are not very strong have acquired interesting spell-like abilities. Some of them can control green flames to burn enemies, and some can gather terrible negative energy to make them The enemy died in pain and howling.

In short, the extra power brought by the spring water was making Gar's army stronger and stronger, even much stronger than when it was under the control of the Crystal Shard, which made him more convinced that he was following the right master.

"Chief! A total of 25 tents! There will be no more than 240 people at most! The other party has no defense!" A scout ran over panting to report.

Although the biting cold wind made him very uncomfortable, there was a strong bloodlust and cruelty in his eyes.

"Very good! According to the plan, first put all the tents up. Remember, this is the first tribe of barbarians we are about to conquer. I hope these idiots will be more interesting, otherwise I don't mind using another way to integrate them .” After saying that, a trace of ferocity appeared on Gar’s ugly face.

When the orcs around heard it, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Because everyone knew that the integration that the chief talked about was actually killing all the men and leaving only the fertile women, and then let the strongest fighters have sex repeatedly until they gave birth to half-orc offspring of mixed blood.

In this piece of land beyond the reach of civilization, one tribe annexed another tribe, usually in this way.

Since there is no so-called "reproductive isolation", the annexed tribes will disappear completely in at most ten years, and the surviving women will lose their will to resist in the repeated ravages, and become reproductive tools and walking dead.

The orcs moved very quickly, and in less than 10 minutes, they surrounded the barbarian tribe's camp from all directions.

At the same time, the barbarian also found the enemy pouring out of the darkness, and shouted desperately at the top of his throat.

In the blink of an eye, more than forty adult male barbarians got out of the tent, each of them holding crude weapons, with nervous expressions on their faces.

You don't need to ask, you know, these are all the warriors of this tribe, and the rest are either women, old, young, sick and disabled.

Seeing this scene, Gar immediately waved at the soldiers behind him.

The latter understood it, and ran to the front of the team quickly, and shouted against the bitter north wind: "Listen up, barbarians inside! You are surrounded now! Either throw down your weapons and surrender immediately! Or wait to be slaughtered!" Do it! I promise, you will never have a chance to escape."

"Who are you?! Why did you come to attack us in winter?" A 40-year-old weather-beaten one-eyed warrior took two steps forward and asked loudly.

In the north of the Spine of the World mountain range, all the tribes have an unwritten rule, that is, in order to avoid losing too much population, they will not attack in winter.

"Huh! We are the servants of the great black dragon king! Under his command, we will rule the entire frozen wasteland. Now decide! Should we submit to our banner and serve our master, or disappear forever and become food for hungry beasts?" He raised his chest and stared at his blood-red eyes, waiting for an answer.

As long as the opponent dared to say no, he would be the first to rush in and chop down the enemy chief with the sharp blade in his hand.

The one-eyed savage carefully observed his surroundings. After a full minute, he took a deep breath, stood up alone and roared: "The people of Tempus will never surrender without a fight! I demand a duel! A pair of A fair duel! The victor gets all!"

"Hahahaha! A duel? Chief! He actually asked for a duel!" The orc warrior couldn't help laughing out loud.

Not only him, but all the orc warriors behind him couldn't help laughing mockingly. Perhaps before drinking the spring water, the barbarian was one of the best fighters in the Far North, but now, they can't be orcs at all Warrior's opponent.

Gal didn't even intend to make a move himself, he just cut his throat at the subordinate in front of him.

The orc warrior understood, pulled out his two-handed sword that was glowing with cold light, and hooked his fingers with a sinister smile: "Come on! I will let you understand that under the master's unparalleled strength, you are as pitiful as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"Death!" The one-eyed barbarian was clearly enraged, and he smashed down the wheel with a hammer made of rough iron.

It has to be said that even according to the average smelting level of Faerun Continent, his weapons are extremely poor. Apart from weight, there is no merit at all.But even so, there were still expressions of excitement and admiration on the faces of several young barbarians.

Because the barbarians in Icewind Dale were originally pure safari people, they couldn't even smelt the most basic bronze, and some spears were simply sharpened wooden sticks, so a hammer made entirely of pig iron was already a must. The magical weapon.

But what happened next stunned every barbarian present.

The orc warrior didn't even hide, he raised his thick left arm and grabbed the hammer that fell from the sky, and then cut his opponent in half with a backhand sword.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Accompanied by the miserable cry, the bright red blood instantly spilled over the white snow, and all the intestines and internal organs flowed out.

No barbarian dared to believe that his mighty leader was killed by an orc before he could last a single round.

But after a brief silence, some guys who couldn't accept the reality began to rush forward, shouting slogans of revenge and charging.

Without any hesitation, the orc warrior swung a huge sword made of fine steel, killing them all one by one.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen corpses on the snow.

Just when the angry barbarians were about to put all their eggs in one basket, a young girl came out of the tent and stopped her sharply: "Enough! There is no need to sacrifice more people! We surrender! We surrender..."

Under her persuasion, the few remaining barbarian warriors finally chose to throw away the weapons in their hands, and closed their eyes with humiliation.