It was one of the biggest storms in the history of Faerun. It had completely sealed off the connection between Deep Water City and the outside world. The waves on the surface of the sea were as high as fifty feet, enough to capsize a large ship with a draft of six feet. $f,.
At this time, the sea was as violent as a spoiled child, mercilessly destroying everything that could and could not be seen. Not to mention the humans, elves, and other land creatures that were afraid of the sea, even the murlocs that were blessed by the sea were shivering in fear in this disaster. In the port area where no one dared to approach, there would be the mutilated corpses of the fishmen being smashed to the ground by the huge waves every day.
Chen Ang used the three rings as hubs to control the range of the storm.
So that it would not destroy the entire city. What he needed was a complete Glory City, not a piece of ruins that was ravaged by the storm. Hence, not only did Chen Ang have to suppress Umberlee's divine power, he also had to fight the furious God of Calamity, Talos, for control of the storm.
Although the battle between divine power and origin power was intense every day, the situation was gradually falling into Chen Ang's control.
An undercurrent was surging in Deepwater City. The sudden natural disaster surprised everyone. The astrologer did not notice anything, and the mage of the school of prophecy also found nothing. This seemed to be a storm that should not have happened. The priest prayed to God, but received only a vague message.
"This is a conspiracy, Mr. Mayor!" "Our old friends, the Ocean Goddess Umberlee, who covets the prosperity of Glory City, and the God of Natural Calamity Talos, who is jealous of the peace and order here. Aside from them, there's also a brand new power of darkness!"
"The sleeping dragon has yet to awaken, darkness is coming!"
Pierre Galen shook his head. Deepwater Castle's security had become much tighter than before, but a heavy sense of unease had always shrouded his heart. The recent greed of the nobles and guilds had exhausted his mind. The fragile balance between the adventurers, merchants, and nobles in Deepwater City was on the verge of collapse. Pierre Galen sharply noticed the pair of invisible hands behind the scenes manipulating everything.
"Talos and Umberlee? Are the evil servants of the Skull Port getting restless again? "
"The key is not him, Mayor!" The old Officiator took a step forward and moved in front of Bill Galen. He lowered his voice and said, "My Lord's instructions will not be wrong. The newly emerged dark power was different from all the other evil existences that had appeared before. He was the deepest darkness! Not long ago, we could all hear a name echoing in the abyss and hell! "
"Morgoth!"
The two of them spoke at the same time, and the syllables echoed in the dark abyss. There was a lingering smell of evil and blood. As soon as this cold name was uttered, the surrounding light became much dimmer.
"Apart from this name, we know nothing about him!" Pere Galen paced around anxiously before he finally stopped in front of the window and peered through the curtains. He looked up and saw the dark clouds hanging low in the sky. "These few days, the scumbags in Skull Port seem to be much quieter, but that's not a good thing …"
"We all know who raised these wolves. They cherish their white gloves, but they stain other people's hands with blood. Who didn't know how dirty they were under the splendid and magnificent official residence? They thought they could push me around, but they … "
"But they succeeded, didn't they?" The Officiator stood behind Pere Galen. He sighed and said, "This is order …"
As he spoke, a guard knocked on the door. Pere Galen returned to his seat, but the guard brought him news that made him lose his composure.
In the deepest part of the shadows, the sounds of killing filled the air in Skull Port. Dozens of crossbow bolts the length of an arm shot out from the darkness, nailing several rogues in leather armor to the stone wall.
The slaughter continued. The kobolds carried their exquisite hand crossbows and shot at the enemy from a remote corner of the battlefield in a small team formation. They usually formed groups of nine, with the two best rogues alternating. Every time they fired, two crossbowmen would act as a shooting point. Each shot was guaranteed to have at least three crossbow bolts. For an assault, there were at least three shooting points. Three crossbow bolts crisscrossed, and the three shooting points covered each other's powerful lethality.
It was extremely difficult for rogues to escape this tight shooting net. The kobolds were kept dozens of steps away, and the range of their crossbow bolts was amazing. The power was also quite terrifying. The squads, with groups as units, crossed and moved forward, covering each other, never leaving the support group of goblins and ogres. Even for high-level rogues, avoiding dozens of crossbow bolts was a deadly challenge.
Even if they could do it with their lives on the line, they first had to avoid the vicious witchcraft of the ogre wizards and the pursuit of the orc berserkers before they could rush into the kobolds and kill them.
The reasonably arranged killing formation and cover formation ensured the killing efficiency of the kobold scout squad.
The orc heavy infantry regiment in the middle rushed wildly along the predetermined battle route. The stupid green-skinned beasts didn't know fatigue or pain. Chen Ang didn't add these things to them. The only thing they knew was to carry out Chen Ang's will to kill. The small sharp weapons commonly used by evil forces were not much tougher than wooden sticks in the face of 300-pound heavy armor.
Under the crushing of the war like a steel fortress, it was difficult to survive. Only a small number of spellcasters could still pose some threat under the hunting of the Demon Addict Spellcaster legion. But soon these few spellcasters could only turn into a pool of blood and flesh under the heavy crossbows and warhammers.
The Skull Port had attracted a disaster. The underground city where assassins, thieves, pirates, and mercenaries gathered had attracted a real war. It was bloody and cruel, like a thick nightmare. Limbs were scattered everywhere, and the torso was fragmented. At this moment when the blood was swallowed, there was an earth-shattering collision between steel and flesh. The ferocious orcs and crazy ogres couldn't wait to tear the faces apart.
The Ogre wielded a huge war hammer that weighed over 150 pounds, and it made the most intimate contact with the skull of a skinny soldier. The soldier's skull let out a cracking sound as if it couldn't bear the weight, and red and white matter splattered all over the ground.
Darkness and terror engulfed the place. The murderers who had brought nightmares and terror to the innocent were now facing their own nightmare. The power of the Supreme Ring silently seeped into the place. In the midst of killing and fear, the twisted power of darkness infected the blood and flesh on the ground, and seeped into the people fighting.
"Master, the situation here is settled." Harast leaned over and signaled to Chen Ang. The battlefield was already showing an overwhelming side, or it could be said that this had always been a one-sided massacre.
"You can begin!" Chen Ang nodded and replied.
It had been some time since he came to Faerun. Chen Ang, or the Bloody Hand, had many conflicts with the thieves' guild in the Skull Port. Most of the suppression and threats the Bloody Hand received came from here. Assassinations, poisonings, kidnappings, and coercion had happened many times, but …
So what? Chen Ang didn't care at all.
He didn't even try to understand what had happened, nor did he care. When Chen Ang determined that the thieves' guild couldn't interfere with him, what they did was not within Chen Ang's consideration. Chen Ang rarely reacted to other people's actions. Most of the time, he wanted to do something and then finish it.
Just like now, Chen Ang wanted to obtain Deepwater City, so he was prepared to eliminate some of the players who were not part of the game. This included the Faerun continent outside Deepwater City, the gods, and some bits and pieces of Deepwater City itself.
So he sealed off the route and created a relatively stable internal environment. He decided who could participate in the game, and then eliminated the bits and pieces that weren't part of his plan. Unfortunately, everything in the Skull Port was included in the 'bits and pieces'. This was the purest form of malice and efficiency, the simplest form of harm and plunder.
From beginning to end, it was Chen Ang who took the initiative to harm people. He was doing his own thing, and his methods were getting closer to the nature of the world.
It didn't take long for the massacre to end. It was almost dusk. When Chen Ang teleported outside Deepwater Castle, the sky was still a little dark. When Halast appeared behind him, he asked, "How's the preparation going?"
Halast hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "I can't convince the lords to support me. They're too cautious, and there's no chance to control them. Apart from the two secret lords under my control, we can't get any more support!"
"That's about it." Chen Ang paused for a while and said, "Don't think that it's too difficult. Most of the difficulties are just a matter of strength. It's not difficult to have a complete city, especially a secret city like Deep Water City. Because they don't know who the master of the city is. Is it the council of sixteen lords? "
"Which sixteen?"
Chen Ang gently closed his hood and hid his face in the darkness. His voice came from the thick darkness of the hood, calm and firm.
It was drizzling. Chen Ang walked along the mountain road towards Deepwater Castle. It was a typical knight's castle. The structure was stable, and it was built with very good magic-resistant stones. Although it was very uncomfortable to live in, dark and stuffy, it was a military building after all. The sahuagin people were killed and wounded here.
This was the headquarters of the City Sentinels and City Guards, and the security was very tight. It looked like a young mage who was pretending to be mysterious. He was dragging a short and thick 'wand' that was about the length of two palms. It was silver-gray and was carried behind his back like a sword. Stepping on the puddles and braving the drizzle, he walked alone towards Deepwater Castle.
The guards at the gate did not ask and raised the crossbow in their hands. When the sharp arrow pierced through the curtain of rain, the shadow melted into the rain like a puff of smoke. Chen Ang's silhouette slowly disappeared. In an instant, alarm bells rang.
Well-trained guards guarded the important checkpoints. Under the instructions of the guards, a few mages released a "detection portal" to the open space. In the vision of the ether plane, ripples representing changes in space slowly spread in the open space. But there was no trace of the portal, and even the shadow power of the shadow plane could not be detected.
"He's not there!" The young mage turned back and said. Suddenly, he heard a short sound, like a lightning bolt passing through a human body, but a little lighter.
It was a pleasant sound of "Zi".
Then, he saw a red stream of light, beautiful and hot, jumping around, beautiful like a pure red rainbow, passing through the body of the oldest mage. (To be continued.)
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