When the giant flail snail carcass was dragged to the open space, a guy dressed as a businessman immediately stepped forward and asked, "How much is this flail snail shell?"

"Fifteen thousand gold coins!"

The leading dwarf was obviously well aware of how rare and precious his spoils were, and he asked for a huge amount of money without any hesitation.

After all, in this world, the value of anything that has anything to do with magic will soar in an extremely outrageous way.

Not to mention that the shell of the flail snail is originally a rare material for making various weapons and armor that can rebound magic.

Even the grinding powder will be purchased by many wizards at a high price, either as a spell material or to enchant robes or cloaks.

When the merchant heard such an outrageous price, his voice suddenly rose eight degrees, and he screamed in a frustrated tone: "Fifteen thousand gold coins? Are you crazy? A complete flail snail shell in Waterdeep City only costs five thousand gold coins!"

"Hmph! How can the small flail snails in Waterdeep compare to the one we successfully hunted? Look at the size of the shell! Ours is at least five times bigger than the one sold in Waterdeep. And whether it's the vividness of the color or the strength of its natural anti-magic properties, it's many times stronger."

The dwarf was obviously not a pushover, and as soon as he opened his mouth he tried hard to emphasize that the shells of the flail snails he hunted were of higher quality.

Unlike most traditional dwarves who are stereotyped as stubborn, reckless, brave, and trustworthy, dwarves who leave their homeland are usually greedy and cunning, and value money and wealth very much.

Therefore, dwarf adventurers are often more difficult to deal with than adventurers of other races such as gnomes, halflings, humans, elves, half-elves, and half-orcs.

Once they determine the value of a piece of trophy, they will never accept any form of bargaining.

Obviously, if you use 15,000 gold coins to buy this large flail snail shell, you probably won't make much profit even if you transport it to Waterdeep.

Therefore, a large number of businessmen who were eager to try just now immediately lost interest.

After all, it takes at least several days to walk from Dragonspear Castle to Waterdeep.

Not only will you pass through the Misty Forest where orc raiding parties often appear along the way, but you may also receive a "warm welcome" from the Lizardmen from the swamp near Dagger Beach.

If you are not careful, you might even lose your life.

A smart businessman will not make a purchase rashly if he cannot ensure that he can make a good profit from the acquisition.

Seeing the merchants leaving one after another, the dwarf's teammates were obviously a little panicked.

They were hoping to sell this thing for a high price and then live a happy life for a while.

Finally, a man in his thirties came closer and lowered his voice to remind him, "Bluto, wasn't your offer too high just now? Maybe you should lower it a little."

"No! No! We can't lower the price at a time like this! Can't you see? Those damn profiteers are trying to lower the price in this way. Believe me! They will pay 15,000 gold coins to buy the shell of the flail snail." The dwarf called Bruto vowed.

"But what if we can't sell it? Are we going to transport such a large shell back to Waterdeep? Even if we do, we have no way to sell it. What's more, we overturned the entire inn in Waterdeep last time, and we are probably still wanted now."

Another female dwarf nearby questioned and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

As we all know, adventurers are bound to cause trouble wherever they go, and drinking and fighting are commonplace.

Almost half of them have been in prison, and half of them will achieve this "achievement" in the near future.

In order to avoid imprisonment and fines, many people usually choose to escape before the guards arrive to arrest them after committing a crime.

And escaping means being wanted or having a reward offered.

Apparently, this adventure team caused trouble in Waterdeep and escaped, and then was put on the wanted list.

At least in the few years before the arrest warrant is revoked, you must not get close to Waterdeep's sphere of influence, otherwise you will not only have to pay a large fine, but also have to stay in jail for at least half a year.

After being repeatedly questioned by his teammates, the dwarf Broto became noticeably irritated.

Just as he was about to yell a few times, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Fifteen thousand gold coins, I want this flail snail shell."

This sound, like the sound of nature, instantly quieted the entire quarreling adventure team.

The female dwarf and the human man subconsciously opened their mouths wide, as if they couldn't believe that anyone would accept such an exorbitant price.

When the dwarf Bruto realized what was happening, his old face suddenly smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. He quickly turned around and laughed in a very mercenary tone, "Hahaha! I finally met someone who knows the goods. I knew that besides those profiteers who deliberately wanted to lower the price, I would definitely meet a buyer with real vision."

"I may not say that I have good taste, but the shell of this flail snail is priced at 15,000 gold coins, which is indeed good value for money." Zuo Si responded calmly.

With the help of the [Eye of Knowledge] and the creative profession's powerful ability to identify various materials, he can basically determine that this dead magical creature must have lived for a long time and consumed a considerable amount of minerals and gems.

Therefore, the strength of the outer shell's anti-magic field even reached almost fifty percent.

In other words, if armor and weapons are made of this thing, they will have the ability to completely bounce back the enemy's magic.

Among them, the famous "Mirror Cloak" that can reflect all magical damage, one of its main materials is the powder ground from the shells of this kind of top-grade flail snails.

For spellcasters who know how to create magic items and equipment, it is a priceless treasure.

And such a large piece can be used at least twenty times.

Even the lowest-level creations would be sold for no less than thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins.

So in Zuo Si's eyes, let alone a mere 15,000 gold coins, he would buy it without hesitation even if it was 50,000 gold coins.

This is completely different from the situation where businessmen have to resell properties after purchasing them.

They had no idea of ​​the amazing value that a top-grade, complete flail snail shell could create in the hands of a true master of alchemy and artifact making.

Basically, whatever price the latter offers, the merchant can only sell at that price.

After all, the scarcity of magic itself determines that the number of customers who are able and willing to purchase such things must be very small.

Although occasionally there are "suckers" such as nobles and wealthy businessmen who may buy one and take it home as a decoration.

But their wealth is not at the same level compared to those high-level spellcasters.

As a senior adventurer, Broto had dealt with mages more than once. Therefore, he was not surprised to see Zuo Si, a boy who looked only about ten years old. Instead, he asked very straightforwardly, "Do you plan to pay with gold coins or bills of exchange? For the latter, we only accept bills of exchange issued by the Temple of the Goddess of Fortune, the Merchants' Alliance, and the Seven Suns Chamber of Commerce."

"Don't worry, I'll pay with gold coins. But I don't have enough gold coins on hand. I wonder if you would accept payment with magic items, potions and scrolls?" Zuo Si took the initiative to suggest.

Ever since the "big money-spending" in Candle Castle ended, he really didn't have much cash left, and it was really difficult to take out 15,000 gold coins at once.

"Magic item? What kind of magic item?"

The dwarf frowned subconsciously, obviously unhappy, but he did not refuse directly in the end.

In any case, magic items, like gems, are considered "hard currency" in the continent of Faerun. Not only are their prices guaranteed, but they can also be sold anywhere and exchanged for money.

Without saying anything, Zuo Si took out a short wooden staff from his bag and handed it to the other party: "A [Magic Wand for Treating Minor Injuries], which contains fifty magic spells. I think it can offset at least three thousand gold coins."

"Macaros! Come over here and confirm if this thing really has fifty rounds of healing for minor injuries stored in it."

Broto turned around and shouted to a young man wearing the holy emblem of Suna, the goddess of love and beauty.

The latter immediately ran over, took the wand, felt the energy inside, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! It has 50 shots to treat minor injuries. Very good stuff. You know, there are not many priests and druids who are capable and willing to make wands."

"Damn it! You don't need to remind me of this. Get out of here." The dwarf cursed impatiently in a low voice.

But soon, he stopped paying attention to the teammates who made him feel upset, and said to Zuo Si, "The discount for the [Magic Wand for Treating Minor Injuries] is 3,000 gold coins. I accept it."

Obviously, something with healing abilities like this is a very good choice, whether it is used by the adventure team themselves or sold in any market.

After all, no one would refuse to have an extra good thing that can save their life at a critical moment.

Through the initial test, Zuo Si had almost understood what kind of magical misunderstanding this cunning dwarf would accept, so he immediately took out an exquisitely shaped magic ring that looked like flowing mercury from his waist bag and gently placed it on the other's calloused palm.

"What's this?"

There was a hint of vigilance in Broto's eyes.

Because magic rings are not something that can be called "cheap" at all, and they can easily cost tens of thousands of gold coins.

He didn't want the team to not only earn a penny after selling the flail snail shells, but also to lose money.

“A true invisible ring.

It allows the wearer to cast [Invisibility] once a day, and as long as the wearer does not attack or take it off, he or she can remain invisible forever.

In Amn, the Shadow Thieves' assassin masters are willing to pay a high price of 20,000 gold coins for such a ring.

Now, I just want to use it to offset the remaining payment.

If you don't need this ring, just go to a big city and sell it, and you can make a net profit of about 8,000 gold coins.

And it's not as heavy, huge, and inconvenient to transport as the shell of a flail snail.

So, what is your answer?

Zuo Si's tone was full of temptation and incitement.

Although the market price of the invisibility ring is 20,000 gold coins, with the creator's special ability, it only takes materials worth less than 2,000 gold coins to make one.

Therefore, when making transactions, he prefers to pay with magic items if possible.

When Broto heard that the little gadget in his palm was the famous invisibility ring, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Without even a second's hesitation, he immediately put it on his thick fingers and then completed the trigger gesture with a very clumsy movement.

The next second...

The heavily armored dwarf disappeared in full view of everyone.

Fortunately, he canceled his invisibility and reappeared in sight not long after, and said with a look of ecstasy: "Deal! Now, the face shell and body of this flail snail are yours."

"A wise choice. If you don't mind, can you tell me where you hunted this big guy?" Zuo Si asked with interest.

"In the abandoned tunnel leading to the Underdark near the west side of the castle. There are giant spiders everywhere in there, as well as claw monsters hiding in the darkness and launching sneak attacks. To be honest, if it weren't for my good luck this time, the profits would not be as good as hunting demons on the other side." Broto replied in a low voice.

Because he felt that Zuo Si and his group did not look like adventurers who came to "pan for gold" at all, so there was no direct conflict of interest with him, and it was okay for them to reveal some secrets under the castle.

If the adventurers ask, this insidious and cunning dwarf will not only not tell them the truth, but will also deliberately spread false information and use them as cannon fodder to explore unknown areas where there are many ferocious monsters.

selfishness!

play hard!

This is what most adventurers are really like.

They are just like the players in the game. They often kill and rob without asking any reason just for a powerful magic equipment or valuable loot.

After watching the adventure team walk into a tavern not far away, Davian pointed at the huge flail snail placed on the open ground and asked, "Master, the dimensional bag we carry can't fit such a big thing. How do you plan to pack it up and take it away?"

"It's very simple! First remove the useless muscles, then use the three-ring [Shrinking Technique] to shrink it to one sixteenth of its original size. It should be able to fit into the dimensional bag."

After saying that, Zuo Si went straight into the hotel next door and negotiated with the owner.

After a while, the chef came out of the store with his assistants and apprentices, wielding kitchen knives to cut the huge soft part of the flail snail into small pieces, and then put them into buckets or basins to take away.

Without asking, we know that they plan to make this thing into a meat dish and sell it to adventurers and merchants at a cheap price.

Zuo Si has already tested it and found that the meat is not poisonous and can be used as food.

But what he didn't tell the other party was that the flail snail is strictly speaking a half-earth elemental creature, and its daily food is various inorganic substances such as stones, sand, soil, minerals, gems, crystals, etc., so the texture and taste of its meat would probably not be very good.

Anyway, Zuo Si, who has been deeply "poisoned" by dark cuisine, will definitely not touch dishes made from this stuff.

When all the meat was cut off, only a huge shell with a colorful halo remained on the open ground.

Zuo Si avoided the places on the shell's surface that could strongly rebound magic, and found a relatively weak spot inside. He used four [Shrinkage] magic cards in one breath, and finally succeeded in reducing it to one sixteenth of its original size, and successfully stuffed it into an empty dimensional bag.

I have to say, the magic rebound effect of the top-level flail snail shell is indeed quite terrifying.

If the [Shrinking Magic] could only work on objects, the magic that bounced back would have been enough to turn Zuo Si into a tiny creature like Thumbelina.

After doing all this, he turned his attention to the carriages of various sizes.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find a suitable one after searching the entire Dragonspear Castle.

In desperation, Zuo Si could only buy some necessary materials for building a carriage, such as iron ingots, copper ingots, leather, wood, rubber, cloth, etc. at the grocery store. Then, under the stunned gaze of the grocery store owner, he molded the various materials into the required shapes and materials at will.

In about two hours, a sturdy carriage with a main structure made of steel frame and wood, covered with leather and fixed with copper rivets, which was large enough to accommodate at least eight people and even allowed them to sleep inside, was assembled from scratch.

The car windows are also inlaid with large pieces of transparent crystals formed from the body fluids of flail snails, so that the situation outside can be clearly seen from the inside.

Since the [Feather Fall Technique] is constantly activated under the carriage, no matter how bumpy the road surface is, the carriage will float as light as a feather when it falls.

This means that it will never be jolted up and down violently like an ordinary carriage.

You only need to install a few springs at the four corners of the top frame to solve the problem of sudden bouncing, and a magic shock-absorbing comparable device to modern high-tech can solve the problem.

Finally, simply apply a layer of black paint and it is completely finished.

"Looks good, doesn't it?"

Zuo Si looked at his work with interest and asked without turning his head.

Davian smiled and nodded. "Of course! I think the shocked expression on the grocery store owner's face is a good answer to this question."

"Hahahaha. Before leaving, that person asked me if I was the chosen one of Gongde, the god of craftsmanship and creation." Zuo Si laughed happily.

In Faerun, if there is any god who truly masters the priesthood of science to a certain extent, it must be Gond, the god of craftsmanship and creation.

He is called the "God of Craftsmanship", "God of Inspiration", and "Creator of All Things", and is widely worshiped by blacksmiths, stonemasons, architects, engineers, inventors, and craftsmen.

Gond encourages all believers to invent and create to change the world.

In the "Hall of Supreme Wonders" in Baldur's Gate, there are a large number of inventions that are out of place in this magical world.

Among them are astronomical telescopes familiar to earthlings, steam-powered magic vehicles, propeller aircraft, hand-cranked water pumps, precision mechanical clocks and many other very interesting things.

Although Zuo Si was forbidden to enter the city, he regretted not being able to see these inventions with his own eyes.

But I also got a lot of useful information from Bernard, who had been to Baldur's Gate.

He still had a favorable impression of the church of the God of Craftsmanship and Creation.

Because anyone living in modern society on Earth cannot be unaware of the importance of craftsmanship and invention.

The creator's professional ability used by Zuo Si was obviously mistaken for a special power bestowed by the god of craftsmanship and forging on his chosen people.

"That grocery store owner probably would never have imagined that you are actually the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease, Talona." Davian had a helpless expression on his face.

As a brand new carriage was built, Zuo Si quickly went to a nearby stable and bought two heavy pack horses specifically for pulling the carriage.

Since it was already around 3:30 in the afternoon, and the painted carriage needed to dry a little, everyone found an inn to stay in and would set out the next morning.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they did not choose to stay in the lobby on the first floor which was full of adventurers and mercenaries, and even had dinner in the room.

After dinner, Zuo Si took out his spell book as usual and began to learn those fourth-ring and fifth-ring spells, and occasionally practiced some super magic techniques.

As for Davian and Huntington, one guarded the door and the other guarded the window, ensuring that no matter where the enemy launched an attack from, they could respond immediately.

In this way, time unknowingly came to ten o'clock in the evening.

Isadora, who was used to go to bed early, took a hot bath, then fell asleep in bed wearing a white nightgown.

Just as Zuo Si closed his book and prepared to take a rest, the little devil suddenly appeared and shouted in a slightly panicked tone: "Master... Master! It's bad! I feel a force from hell surging up from the depths of the castle under my feet."

"The power of hell?"

Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.

"That's right! The power of hell! A big devil must have entered the material world through the portal. Let's leave here quickly while there is still time." The little devil urged impatiently.

It is not difficult to see from its panic-filled eyes that it was obviously frightened. It was panicked and afraid, and all it could think about was how to escape as quickly as possible.

"Calm down! Tell me what's going on!"

Zuo Si obviously noticed that something was wrong with his magical pet, and his tone suddenly became cold and stern.

The little devil obviously couldn't disobey his master's orders, so after shuddering violently, he explained in a trembling voice: "It's... my boss! A powerful pit devil - Aigris. I can feel him coming, right under this castle."

"Is it for you?"

Zuo Si touched his chin and asked in an uncertain tone.

As his strength continues to grow, he is no longer completely defenseless against legendary creatures like the Balor and the Hellfire as he was before.

Just the opposite!

With the powerful voter ability and an increasing number of cards at hand, it is entirely possible to defeat or even kill it in a head-on battle.

"I don't know, Master. But there is no doubt that Aigris is a sinister, cunning and powerful devil..."

Before the little devil could finish his words, a loud noise came from the direction of the castle far away from the inn.

The blinding fire and explosion directly blew open the door of the main building of Dragonspear Castle!

Soon afterwards, a group of demons rushed out and killed everyone they saw.

The guards guarding the door were torn to pieces by the swarming enemies before they even had time to react to what was happening.

With the organized and efficient killing, death and chaos quickly spread around the castle.

These evil extradimensional creatures from Baator chose to besiege the temple of the god of war Tempus as their first target.

Because they know that the temple and the priests in the temple are the biggest threat to them.

After all, the devil is not a demon.

The latter succumb to their own chaotic nature, and when fighting they will just rush forward in a swarm without any plan or goal, and will just kill whatever they come across.

But the former is a symbol of absolute order. Even if there are only two devils, they can clearly distinguish who is the commander and who is the soldier.

Under the constraints of this powerful discipline, although the devil is extremely evil, he still has the army with the strongest organizational and tactical execution capabilities in almost the entire multiverse.

Except for the endless number of mentally ill demons in the abyss, no one is willing to face the invincible devil army.

However, the priests of the god of war Tempus are obviously not vegetarians either.

After a brief period of chaos, the highest-ranking high priest quickly rushed out with a group of strong men wearing armor and holding various magical weapons to fight back.

The two sides started fighting near the narrow entrance of the temple. After a while, blood, broken limbs, internal organs, and brains were splattered everywhere.

No cowardice! No retreat! Because for the devil, retreating on the battlefield means going back to accept terrible punishment, and if you are not careful, you will be degraded to a lesser devil without any mind.

This is a serious consequence that is simply unacceptable to them.

What's more, this is the material world.

Even if they are killed, they will only be expelled back to their hometown and will not be able to enter again within a hundred years.

On the other hand, the priests and followers of the God of War Tempus were originally a group of lunatics who were madly in love with war and fighting.

In their eyes, fighting these demons to death is simply the best gift and sacrifice to the great god of war.

In addition, the battle took place in the temple, so both priests and believers could obtain the blessing of divine power. They were like tigers out of cages, and quickly killed a large number of low-level demons who were rushing to the front as cannon fodder.

In particular, there was a muscular man in his forties, over two meters and five centimeters tall, suspected to be of giant or ogre descent, with arms several times thicker than Zuo Si's waist. He held a war hammer in one hand as if he had activated his unparalleled power, and in about half a minute he smashed all four spiked demons (Hama demons) into minced meat.

You have to know that these devils covered with sharp thorns are not good people.

In particular, the spikes on its body can even pierce steel armor easily, making it a terrifying biological weapon in itself.

Once they succeed in grappling you, it means you will be pierced for free.

However, this sturdy man relied on the unknown armor on his body, a small amount of protective magic, and his own incredible physical defense to prevent the spikes from piercing his skin and then going no further.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be a barbarian of level no less than LV19. His skin and muscles have undergone changes (damage reduction) under the influence of magical energy. If an ordinary sword or knife cuts him, it will only leave a bloody mark on the surface of his skin.

This minor injury can be healed by casting a healing spell when you have time.

It was precisely because of this powerful warrior standing in the front that the swarming demons were unable to break into the temple.

Moreover, every time he activated his violent ability, he would be like a heavy meat grinder. With one hammer, he could smash a devil's skull, letting the blood mixed with brain matter splatter all over his body.

Zuo Si could even see the energy constantly gathering in the barbarian.

That is the blessing bestowed by Tempus, the god of war, upon his most powerful and fearless followers.

Nothing can gain the favor of the God of War more than a warrior who continues to fight to the death even when he is at an absolute numerical disadvantage.

However, just as the powerful barbarian warrior was killing crazily, a creature over six meters tall, with a thick and powerful tail, a bright red body, and a pair of huge dragon wings spread behind him, slowly walked out of the castle gate.

Anyone who is swept by his eyes that are like burning embers will involuntarily feel an intense tremor and fear.

Some adventurers who rushed over from the inns and taverns to help were instantly frightened and stood still as if they were under a spell, not daring to move.

Because anyone who is not a fool knows that it is almost impossible to hurt this powerful devil with the weapons in their hands.

There is no doubt that this is the Deep Hell Demon standing at the pinnacle of the evolution of Baator Hell.

Above them, there are only a very small number of devil dukes and level lords who have acquired independent appearances.

"Humph! Pathetic mortal! Futile resistance!"

The Pit Devil sneered with a tone full of contempt and disdain.

He just raised his hand and a fireball instantly appeared. With a bang, two adventure teams that were fighting against the devil's army in the distance were blown to pieces on the spot.

Even the metal weapons and equipment on his body turned into molten iron under the terrifying high temperature flames.

You have to know that high-level demons are all masters of fire magic, and the fireballs they cast are simply incomparable to those of ordinary human arcane spellcasters.

After confirming that there was nothing around that could pose a threat to him, the Hellfire Devil immediately raised his hands and began to perform extremely complicated spellcasting movements.

As the low, evil voice echoed in my ears, a chilling and terrifying magical energy began to gather in the night sky above my head.

The demons that were originally besieging the temple seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly retreated to the rear at a very fast speed.

"Oh no! It's the Nine-Ring Magic [Meteor Explosion]! Run!"

A woman dressed as a wizard recognized the spell being cast by the other party through magic identification.

After warning everyone around her, she immediately turned around and ran with her companions without stopping for even a second.

However, since magic identification took so long, even after issuing a warning there was not a few seconds left to escape.

Except for two thieves who were suspected to be of high level, who rushed out fifty meters away in less than three seconds, it was too late for the others to react.

Four huge, burning spheres fell from the sky, one after another, hitting the temple of the god of war Tempus.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Instant!

The solid granite roof of the entire temple was smashed to pieces on the spot, and the violent shock wave could even be seen with the naked eye under the moonlight.

Countless stones and rocks mixed with flesh and blood and body parts flew everywhere, and even the statue containing divine power was turned into dust under the impact.

As for the people inside, almost all of them died the moment the first meteorite fell.

By the time all four meteorites had fallen, the temple had already been reduced to ruins.

Only the barbarian warrior with tenacious vitality, still struggling to push away the rocks and stand up even though he was seriously injured and half of his body was almost flattened by the meteorite.

That doomsday-like tragic scene fully demonstrated the terrifying destructive power of the Nine-Ring Magic.

This is different from the three-ring [Fireball] which only has fire damage of up to 1,000 to 1,500 degrees Celsius, and the shock wave generated by the explosion has very little power.

The Nine-Ring Magic [Meteor Explosion] not only uses high-temperature flame damage, but also violent impact and explosion damage, and the direct killing radius is as high as twelve meters, which is almost twice that of Fireball.

Not to mention the Temple of the God of War that was hit right in the center, even the adventurers nearby who did not have time to escape from the spell's range died heroically without exception.

Not to mention that the explosion would also send rocks and pebbles flying through the air at extremely high speeds, causing serious damage to all living things within a range of twenty to thirty meters.

Only a very few very lucky guys were only slightly affected.

At the moment, some of them were either covering their chests and stomachs and spitting out blood, probably because of internal injuries; others had broken an arm or leg and were shouting for help from other surviving adventurers around them.

But unfortunately, those demons will not miss such an opportunity to kill.

They rushed forward and killed all the wounded in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the fear and despair of the "Material Plane Guys" around him, the Hell Devil showed a happy expression on his face. He took out a parchment scroll from somewhere and said to the seriously injured barbarian warrior: "Mortal, I admire your bravery and fearlessness. Now, sign this contract, abandon your ridiculous god and join the great Baator Hell. Not only will I allow you to survive, but I will also heal your injuries and let you continue to live as a powerful warrior until you die of old age."

"Bah! Only a coward would make a deal with a devil like you who are full of lies and deception. I am a believer of the great god of war Tempus! I will never surrender to the enemy even if I die in battle!"

The seriously injured barbarian spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, his eyes filled with courage to face death.

As a veteran warrior, he was never afraid of death, and had even long ago prepared himself mentally to die on the battlefield one day.

"Really? That's really a pity."

The Hell Devil undoubtedly felt the firm will and faith. He sighed slightly with pretended regret, then raised his hand and cast the spell with extremely fast movements, aiming at the opponent and pointing lightly.

The next second...

A ray of scorching heat gushed out from the fingertips, directly burning the barbarian who tried to rush over for a last desperate fight into a charred corpse.

However, he did not try to use his ability of [Soul Binding] to take this powerful and brilliant soul for himself.

Because devils are not demons, they prefer to think twice before acting rather than recklessly venting their desires and nature.

At this moment, the eyes of the God of War Tempus have already been focused on the barbarians.

If the Hell Demon dares to plunder souls at this time, there is a high probability that the God of War will send down his incarnation and cut it into pieces on the spot.

To prevent this from happening, the cunning devil released the souls of all the priests and believers in the temple, allowing them to enter the world of the dead.

But they are not so polite to the adventurer merchants living within the high walls.

Suddenly, groups of demons came to hunt down the fleeing adventurers.

There was even a group of demons that directly blocked the entrance leading to the outside, wanting to catch all the mortals in Dragonspear Castle in one fell swoop.

Watching these evil creatures from Baator searching house after house, Davian finally couldn't help but remind them, "Master, the enemy should enter this inn in a few minutes. What should we do next?"

"Don't panic. First of all, I want to find out what the purpose of this Hell Demon is in making such a big fuss." Zuo Si explained calmly.

As we all know, the devil is the representative of the evil lawful camp.

Especially for legendary creatures like the Pit Fiends, who are at the top of the social structure of Baator, they will never risk passing through the portal to Faerun for just a few hundred mortal souls or a little devil that has lost contact.

He must have other more important purposes.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si turned around and stared into his pet's eyes and asked, "What position does your former boss hold in hell? Which devil duke or lord does he serve?"

"Aigris is loyal to Grand Duke Dispater, the lord of the second layer of Hell. I only know that he is often responsible for sending some devils to the material world, and then after these guys are killed and returned to Hell to be reborn, he obtains all kinds of news and intelligence from them."

The little devil quickly confessed everything he knew.

He was genuinely afraid and terrified of his old boss and couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be if he was caught.

"Gathering intelligence?"

Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression, and suddenly the bone demon he encountered deep in the tomb in the Kalin Desert appeared in his mind.

For some reason, he suddenly had a hunch that the latter was most likely Aigris's subordinate.

If this guess is correct, then from the moment that the little devil was made into a biological card in Calim Port, he has been targeted by this powerful Hellfire.

Was it because the power of the planeswalker's spark had caught his attention? Or was it simply because the imp's connection to Hell had been severed?

Or was it the identity of the chosen one of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease? Just as Zuo Si was analyzing the other party's motives and purpose, a loud noise came from downstairs.

What followed was the sound of weapons clashing and the curses of the adventurers.

It was obvious that the demons had already rushed in from outside the gate.

It would be impossible for those guys who have long been frightened by the Hell Demons to stop the disciplined devil army.

So Zuo Si had no choice but to stand up and said to Davian and Huntington: "Let's go, it's our turn. Otherwise, it won't be long before the entire Dragonspear Castle will be slaughtered and completely occupied by the devils."

"What about me?"

Isadora pointed to her nose.

She had just been awakened by the explosion and vibration caused by the meteor explosion a few minutes ago, and now she still looked a little sleepy.

"Just stay by my side and don't run around no matter what happens." Zuo Si touched the girl's hair and warned her.

In this way, the group quickly followed the empty corridor to the battlefield in the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as I walked out of the stairs, I saw that the tables that were originally filled with food and wine were all kicked over, and more than twenty adventurers and demons were fighting in every corner of the hall.

Even innkeepers and cooks were forced to take up arms and join the fight.

Some wooden chairs and stools even began to burn violently under the bombardment of fire magic, emitting pungent and choking smoke.

(End of this chapter)