The battle is a mockery, I do not have time to face all the succubi and incubi and the druids do not stop attacking with violence that I consider lethal compared to what these beings would do to them, they would probably copulate with them, absorbing a little of their magic and their life, nothing that they could not recover, it is only their purist culture that prevents them from having a less destructive relationship, However, this kind of situation makes my job more difficult, so I widen my field as much as possible, a dispel will return some of the common sense they had, now I only need one more to finish the sleep all project, they are not powerful incantations, apparently the first one worked, everyone starts looking at each other, but the second one does not, everyone looks at each other and maybe this spreads throughout the forest, the first howls come a few moments later.
I turn around looking for trouble, all the druids are so weak, they have no resistance to magic, they are asleep and without their defenses, but they will not be attacked, the so-called lust demons are not looking for sex, they are hungry, they are weak, starving figures, sagging breasts and abnormally long limbs but in a flaccid state show the incredible power of my masters machine, as I cannot calm them down, I start with the ones that look the hungriest, I hold them down and slip them some magic mushroom serum, those who drink it try to take more but in their weakened state it is deadly, I limit them to a sip, as their bodies absorb it they begin to relax, they lie down or sit up, still very shocked at what they have become, none of this can be observed, I can only trust my measurements when distilling and that they can indeed assimilate it all before I run out of potion.
When I go to see customer number thirty I notice that they are all arriving slowly but steadily, in the clearing I can no longer distinguish the quantities, there are many and they are getting more, fortunately I still have more than ten liters to drink but I cannot use it all until I have achieved what I set out to do, in a free moment I stop and start talking to them.
-People, you have been wronged, what I am giving you is nothing more than your new food, I cannot feed your appetite all the time, it is necessary that you travel to the forest of the dark elves, there all the trees are food, in that place I will teach you to feed yourself, I know that your lust will not be appeased, the change that the high elves made in you is permanent, not so your future, you will be able to choose who, how and when, I will give you food for your journey, I will try to protect you, but there you will have to fend for yourselves, my duty ends there, the rest depends on you, the vessel I leave here is enough for all of you, do not drink more than one drink, you cannot consume more, your bodies are not the same as you remember, but you are still thinking beings, this is how we will treat you there, here only disappointment, hunger and finally death awaits you
Everyone listened, no one expected to be human, but to be aware of everything they were doing horrified them, some withdrew, the majority of people approached the pot with fear and with their hand they took it, they sated their appetite and despair, they rested for the first time in I do not know how long, when I turn around I see that the druids are watching me:
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- What are they saying? Brothers of the woods, there we need protectors, there is no harm to be desired, they took care of you, but there are many more helpless waiting for us, a force of your caliber (once trained I added to myself) nature is very affected, it will be an incredible opportunity to restore it to health -.
They looked at me, none of them were happy, most of them had taken out their staffs and some swords and shields, only Garraverde spoke.
-Dark Lord, we know who he is, as we told you, we have no interest in formalizing a relationship, say friendship, alliance or anything like that, he represents chaos, pain, but he has given these forests a chance to get rid of the abominations that have infested them, we are not leaving, our people are already here, With the paladins and the priests at war since morning, we alone are here to defend the place where we were born, we are sorry to see you in our lands, if we knew you were so powerful we would have fought you to the death, Phaladine no longer protects us, but we know you go against everything she teaches and we would not allow you to wander these parts...
-I know you mock our habits and the little possibility of ever returning to the life we had, but remember, death comes to all, while you are here recruiting people, your beloved's shelter loses its defenses, war looms in your castle, what will you do when they unleash the death and devastation that would mean letting your beloved go free? No knight of doom, we will not go with you, we will defend our people and our forest to the end, Garraverde has spoken.
Despite all the paraphernalia of his pathetic speech, it is clear that he is right about something, my beloved is a danger, if I do not renew the magic of the runes can be released, I must return even reluctantly, I would have recruited at least one of those druids, I turn around and begin to give instructions to the army I have recruited, 150 men and women with a high level of magical resistance and minimal aptitude for it, just as I am about to withdraw my field, excuse me, a field so large that it is almost the level of any city wizard. ... and it is that of a woman.
Immediately I leave everything where it is to go to her search, the sorceresses were a myth for many years, but the truth is that a large number of women had aptitudes to become great archmages, but they couldn't, they disappeared in some training, only the weakest of the mages got the title, but their potential was so small that they were never considered at all, But this is different, it is easily classified at the level of the Capablanca of the city where I disembark, someone like that must be suffering, the culture, the environment, I can't let it die.
I go inside the perimeter, I feel the trees as I pass, the grass, the different animals around me, none comes close, except the wolf, he senses me and begins to follow me, I fear that he will not respect our agreement, but I have no time for anyone, not when I can recruit one of the greatest mysteries of my life, Someone who can activate only some of the runes that no one else can, runes that I need to get to the book with the most destructive spell of all, the one that will put an end to my beloved's suffering, that's why I'm in a hurry, that's why I owe my anguish to him, he can't run away, if he hides his field, I'll be trapped in the outer circles for many years. ... I don't think I can resist.
I find her in a cave, she seems to be mutated like the others, her antlers are huge despite the disappearance of the lust spell, they still show a woman thin from appetite, I give her the potion while I infuse her with some of my magic, hoping that she will recover a little from such a crisis of physical and mental exhaustion, When she opens her eyes, her pupil contracts because of all the repressed memories and her scream is much louder than the others, the world has returned to her mind and she rejects it, I embrace her for hours until sleep overcomes her, now all I have to do is wait for her, I have to convince her, I have no alternative.
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