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The largest storm in the history of Faer?n completely blocked the connection between Waterdeep and the outside world. The huge waves on the sea were as high as fifty feet, enough to overturn a large ship with a draft of six feet.
At this time, the sea was as violent as a spoiled child, mercilessly destroying everything visible and invisible. Not to mention the humans, elves and other land creatures who were afraid of the sea, and even the fish-men who had been blessed by the sea. Also shivering in this disaster. In the port area where no one dares to approach, there are mutilated corpses of fishmen that are beaten to the ground by huge waves every day.
Chen Ang used the three magic rings as the hub to control the scope of the storm so that it would not destroy the entire city. What he needs is a complete glorious city, not a ruin ravaged by the storm. Therefore, Chen Ang not only has to maintain the suppression of Amboli's divine power, but also fights with Talos, the angry god of natural disasters, for control of the storm.
Although the battle between divine power and the force is fierce every day, the situation gradually falls under Chen Ang's control.
There was an undercurrent surging in Waterdeep City, and the sudden natural disaster surprised everyone. The astrologers found nothing, and the mages of the prophecy school found nothing. This seemed to be a storm that should not have happened. The priest prayed to the gods and received only vague information.
"This is a conspiracy, Lord Mayor!" the chief priest explained to Mayor Pier Galen: "Our old friend, the sea goddess Amberli, who covets the prosperity and richness of the Glorious City, is jealous of the peace and order here. The crazed god of natural disasters, Talos, and in addition there is a brand new dark power!"
"The sleeping dragon has not yet awakened, darkness is coming!"
Piergalen shook his head. The security of Waterdeep Castle has become three points tighter than before, but a kind of solemn uneasiness has been shrouding his heart. The recent greed of the nobles and guilds has made him exhausted. Adventurers and merchants of Waterdeep City The fragile balance between the powerful and the powerful is teetering on the edge. Piergalen keenly noticed the invisible hands behind everything.
"Talos and Umberlee? Are the evil servants of Skullport ready to make another move?"
"The key is not with Him, Mayor!" The old priest took a step forward, leaned in front of Bill Galen and lowered his voice: "My Lord's instructions will not be wrong. The newly emerged dark power has the same power as all other evils that have ever appeared. There is no difference in existence. He is the deepest darkness! Not so long ago we could all hear a name echoing from the abyss and hell!"
"Morgoth!"
The two spoke in unison, uttering this syllable that seemed to echo in the dark abyss, with a lingering smell of evil and blood. As soon as this cold name was spoken, the surrounding light became much darker.
"Except for this name, we know nothing about Him!" Piergalen walked around anxiously twice, and finally stopped in front of the window. Through the curtains, he looked up and saw the low clouds in the sky, "This In the past few days, the bunch of bastards in Skull Harbor have seemed a lot quieter, but this is not a good thing"
"We all know who raised these jackals. They cherish their white gloves, but let other people's hands be stained with blood. Who doesn't know their filth under the splendid official residence! They think they can manipulate me, but they …”
"But they succeeded, didn't they?" The officiant stood behind Piergalen and sighed: "This is order"
As he said this, a guard knocked on the door. Piergalen returned to his seat, but the guard brought him news that made him lose his temper.
In the deepest part of the shadow, the Skull Harbor was filled with killing sounds. Dozens of arm-long crossbow arrows screamed out from the darkness, nailing several wanderers wearing leather armor to the stone wall.
The slaughter continues. The kobolds carry exquisite hand crossbows and shoot guerrillas in remote corners of the battlefield in a small team formation. They usually form a group of nine, with the two best rogues starting alternately. Every time a shot is fired, the first leader leads two crossbowmen as a firing point. It ensures that there are at least three crossbow arrows in one shot, at least three shooting points in one assault, three crossbow arrows cross-fire, and three shooting points cross-cover the powerful lethality.
It is extremely difficult for rogues to escape this tight shooting net. The kobolds stay dozens of steps away. Their crossbows have an astonishing range and are quite terrifying. Teams in groups move forward crosswise, covering each other and never leaving. A support group of goblins and ogres. Even for advanced rogues, dodging dozens of crossbow bolts can be a deadly challenge.
Even if they can do it with all their strength, before they rush into the kobold crowd and kill them, they first have to escape the vicious witchcraft of the ogre wizard and the pursuit of the orc berserker.
ReasonableCarry it behind your back. Walking through the stagnant water and braving the drizzle, I walked toward Waterdeep Castle alone.
The guard at the gate raised the crossbow without asking any questions. When the sharp arrows pierced the rain curtain, the black shadow melted into the rain like a puff of smoke. Chen Ang's outline slowly disappeared, disappearing, and the alarm bell sounded in an instant.
Well-trained guards guarded important checkpoints. Under the instructions of the guards, several mages released a 'detection portal' into the open space. In the vision of the etheric plane, ripples representing space changes slowly moved in the open space. Slow diffusion. But there is no trace of the portal, not even the shadow power of the shadow plane can be detected.
"He's not there!" the young mage turned around and said. Suddenly he heard a short sound, like a lightning bolt passing through a human body, but lighter.
It’s a nice “zi” sound.
Then he saw a stream of red light, brilliant and hot, jumping around, as beautiful as a pure red rainbow, passing through the body of the oldest mage. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com