King Heafstad looked at everything in front of him with solemn eyes. The scope of this spell covered at least one-third of the barbarian army, while the Eastern Exile Army on the other side of the battlefield was not affected at all.
Yes, as the leader of the barbarians, King Heafstad is not as ignorant as other ignorant barbarians. He knows that such power is far from the manifestation of the gods, but it must not be those armed with sharp weapons on the battlefield.
The soldiers can do it.
"Spellcaster?" King Heafstad whispered softly. As a barbarian who admired strength and believed in the god of power, Kord, he disdained the pursuit of magical power and thought that they were all weaklings who could do it with just one palm of his hand.
He was crushed to death, but he had to admit that a spellcaster who could release such a powerful spell was a terrifying thing on the battlefield.
"boom!"
A bolt of fire shot downward from the blood-red sky. The fire fell to the ground, emitting a strong explosion. The violent flames burned and engulfed all the barbarians within a ten-meter radius. The raging tongues of fire burned every part of their bodies.
The flesh and blood were burned to charcoal.
"Spellcaster! Damn humans, they got the spellcaster!"
As the rapid flames broke through the bloody wind, the black-robed mage hanging high in the sky appeared in everyone's sight. The barbarians shouted loudly, such a famous spell [Fireball], even for them, this
Tokiya realized that everything was caused by the spell caster standing in the sky.
Drizzt looked excitedly at the black-robed mage in the sky and said excitedly: "It's Imric! He's here to help us!"
Bruno also had surprise in his eyes, but his stubborn temper made him just murmur a few words cowardly, and then he picked up the giant ax and struck the surrounding barbarians again, "This is the thirteenth one."
The dwarves were counting silently in their minds. The mage they thought they could not trust came to the battlefield where they were at a huge disadvantage to help them. All they could do was kill as many people as possible, which was the best thing to do.
Without a spell to deal with it, dozens of barbarian archers took out hard giant bows made of animal bones and aimed at the black-robed mage in the sky. They wanted to shoot the opponent down with giant arrows that could penetrate a human being.
"Let go!" Following King Heafstad's order, countless giant arrows flew into the sky. Under the huge power of the barbarians, these giant arrows had enough kinetic energy to lead them to rush into the sky at high speed.
Imrik looked indifferently at the giant arrows that were speeding towards him. The magic light on his body was flowing, and a layer of invisible ripples blocked the countless arrows. The power of the three-ring spell [Reverse Arrows] turned the arrows over, invisible.
The kinetic energy propels the arrow back to the barbarian who fired it at the same speed.
The giant arrows falling from the sky, with the bonus of gravity, penetrated each barbarian with more powerful force. The thick and sharp arrows penetrated the corpses of the barbarians and nailed them firmly to the ground. And these dead people
The barbarian's body was also half-standing on the spot due to the support of the giant arrow.
"Damn humans who use sorcery." King Sheafstad gritted his teeth and looked at the black-robed mage in the sky. A feeling of powerlessness came over his heart. He couldn't hit the target, and the arrows would bounce back. This made these useless
What should the barbarians who knew magic do? If I had known better, I would have listened to the words of that human Dib and spent a lot of money to hire a wizard from Luskan to help.
It's a pity that I couldn't bear the huge amount of money at that time. Hiring a wizard to participate in the war itself was very expensive, not to mention the group of powerful and greedy wizards in Luskan. If I hired them, I'm afraid that this war would be regarded as helping the other party.
Got a job.
However, King Heafstad also knew a little bit that these spell casters had very few spell slots. Unless they were supported by a large amount of magic equipment, they would not be able to cast many spells. Since they could not defeat him for the time being, he did not care. Anyway, his army was stronger than
Humans are far more numerous and more powerful.
"Kill him, I'll see how many spells you have left." King Heefstadt sneered and ordered the barbarians to ignore the spell casters in the sky and remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Imric, who was hanging high in the sky, chuckled in his heart when he saw the barbarians giving up attacking him, confirming that the other party indeed had no magical power to support him.
"What a stupid savage."
In this holy world, these barbarians have not learned to embrace the power of magic. Even if they have a mage of their own, they will not let him stand above them and shit at will without being able to fight back.
"Tide."
Imrik pointed with his finger, and a large turquoise wave appeared from the void and knocked down a dozen barbarians to the ground.
Then the mage raised his hands high and chanted a spell. A bolt of thunder shot from his hands into the sky. A sizzling dark cloud appeared in the sky, and a subtle electric current appeared faintly in the clouds.
The mage locked onto the barbarian at his feet, snapped his fingers, and fired ten thunderbolts in succession from the dark clouds. Each of the continuous thunders electrocuted a barbarian to the ground. Coupled with the lake water attracted by [Tide Surge], more than ten thunderbolts were fired.
All the barbarians who were thrown to the ground by the lake waves were electrocuted alive.
With Imric's tenth-level mage level now, he can cast down ten bolts of lightning in one breath by casting [Thunder Summoning]. Even though the power is not as powerful as [Lightning Beam], facing these barbarians with low magic resistance on the battlefield,
That's enough.
Imric continued to cast spells, and the chants like the whispers of demons continued, resounding through the sky of the battlefield. Ice, fire, thunder, boulders, sound waves, and the power of magic hung in his hands like the Sword of Damocles.
Above each barbarian's head, in just a few minutes, hundreds of barbarians had been killed by this terrifying magical power.
Even with thousands of troops, such a terrifying killing speed still frightened King Heafstad, and even the fearless barbarians felt powerless in the face of this magical power that could not counterattack.
"How many more spells does he have!" King Heifstad gritted his teeth and looked at the mage in the sky. The opponent had released more than twenty powerful attack spells in a few minutes. He had never seen a mage with such profound magic power.
Even a powerful 13th-level mage he once met couldn't do it. Why would such a being appear here?
Bruno opened his mouth wide and was speechless. He stammered and asked Drizzt: "Where did you find this person? He is such a powerful mage."
There was also a trace of shock in Drizzt's eyes. Even though he had grown up in [Menzoberranzan] and was used to seeing powerful mages, he knew that there were very few mages who could cast so many powerful spells, even in the underground world where magic was outstanding.
Yes, even if the opponent is likely to have the blessing of magic-storing equipment, for a mage, money is also a part of strength.