Zhentil Keep, also known as "Salmon Keep", is the most powerful city-state on the Moon Sea. It is second to none in terms of military strength and trade volume. It is also the birthplace and most important base of the evil organization in Faerun, the Zhentarim.

It is located in the middle of the continent, close to the north.

Like many port cities, it was built beside a large river called "Theis".

Not only does it have an extremely advantageous geographical location, but also as long as you cross the Rees River and Dragon Bay south of the Moon Sea, you can reach the largest inland sea in the center of the continent of Faerun - the Fallen Star Sea, which has very convenient transportation.

After all, at any time, the cost of land transportation is much higher than that of water and sea transportation, especially in this world where animal-powered vehicles are the main source of transportation.

This is why most of Faerun's most prosperous, flourishing, and populous cities are, without exception, ports built near rivers.

The vast Sea of Falling Stars can be understood as the "Mediterranean Sea" of another world.

Since it is surrounded by land, the wind and waves are much smaller than other sea areas outside.

The distances between port cities are often very close, which naturally provides the foundation for developing maritime trade.

Therefore, after dominating the Moon Sea, the power of Zhentil Castle expanded into the most prosperous and densely populated area of ​​the continent of Faerun.

Some of these towns were even subverted by Zhentarim spies and gradually came under the control of the church of Bane, the god of tyranny.

The farthest tentacles even extend to the Steam Lake area in the south.

This radical expansion policy was naturally fine when Bane was alive.

But with his death and the rise of Cyric, things become tricky.

You must know that according to the tradition of the continent of Faerun, if a god falls and another god inherits all his priesthood and power, usually no matter whether it is the church, priests or believers, they should immediately turn to the arms of the new god.

When the second generation of Magic Goddess replaced the first generation, and Midnight replaced the second generation, it followed this process, and the connection was seamless and smooth as silk.

When the ancient god of death Jaeger divided his power into three parts and gave it to Baal, Myrkul and Bane, his huge number of believers began to convert in large numbers.

As for the most recent deification of Cyric, the churches of Baal and Melkor on earth simply slid to their knees and prostrated themselves at the feet of this powerful and evil new god.

To some extent, this also well reflects the characteristics of the "neutral evil" camp of the above two gods and their believers, that is, selfishness and opportunism.

Simply put, there is no principle.

Except for a very small number of core members and die-hard fans, no one is willing to be buried with the gods they serve.

Melissane, Baal's most powerful chosen one and known as the "Death Walker", chose to betray without hesitation when she saw the opportunity to replace the former and become the new God of Murder.

But Benn's church is different.

The leadership centered around Manshoon and Fuzor Chamberlain saw through Cyric's madness, chaos, and insane, capricious nature, and immediately rejected the olive branch extended by the evil god.

Not only that!

They also used the church's strict hierarchy and their heartfelt recognition and worship of the Dark Lord to resist the infiltration and erosion of Cyric and his church more than once.

Even though the God of Tyranny has been dead for many years, the huge black fist symbolizing Bane's absolute obedience still stands here.

There is no doubt that even the gods were shocked and moved by the persistence and loyalty of these mortals in their faith.

But unfortunately, no matter how devout the faith is, it cannot change the cruel reality that Bane is already dead.

In this world where gods really exist, gods represent an incredibly powerful force.

Although Fuzor Chamberlain pushed forward Xivim, the son of God, and tried to take up the banner of resistance against Xirik.

However, the pitiful divine power that the latter had just obtained from being deified was not enough to maintain the huge system of the Bane Church and the hidden dangers brought about by over-expansion.

The most important thing is that Xivim does not dare and does not have the strength to confront Xirik head-on.

So when Fuzor Chamberlain learned that Cyric's followers were gathering in large numbers at Zhentil Keep and brought with them a sacred artifact made by the priesthood of lies, the "Cyric Book", with the intention of directly brainwashing himself and other high-level officials and even the public, he immediately urgently summoned all the core members.

If for no other reason, just let them all read the book "The True Biography of Xirik" that he had picked up by accident.

As a chosen one, Fuzor Chamberlain realized the moment he got the book that it was a powerful artifact, made by a god himself, and it was probably designed to specifically restrain the "Book of Cyric".

Although he didn't know who the other party was or why he wanted to help him.

But what is certain is that the god who created this book knew of Cyric's plan in advance and did not want this madman to control Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim at all.

silence!

Depressed!

fear!

The Zhentarim and the rulers of Zhentil Keep, who still believed in the god of tyranny, were overwhelmed when they realized that Cyric was serious this time.

After all, Dark Sun is the most powerful and influential god among all the gods of Faerun, second only to Io, the God of Gods, who appeared once during the Year of Troubles.

If he wanted, he could even send down his incarnation at any time to raze the entire city to the ground.

After several minutes, Mansong, the supreme leader, slowly asked, "Simonmon, how long will it take for the Dark Sun followers to reach Zhentil Keep?"

“Half a month at most.

In half a month, the first batch of 5,000 people will arrive.

In addition, I must remind you that their mental state is very abnormal. They are fanatical and crazy, shouting that Dark Sun is the only true God in the world.

They often force anyone they meet along the way to convert, or else they will be killed in extremely cruel ways."

Ximanmon, who had transformed himself into a vampire, answered while carefully avoiding the sunlight coming in from the window.

Because he betrayed his mentor and secretly joined Fuzzol Chamberlain, he seemed to be extremely cautious, fearing that Manshoon would notice something wrong.

But this worry is obviously unnecessary.

Because ever since he was killed by Zuo Si once, Mansong's previous overflowing self-confidence has been rapidly disappearing, and has been replaced by vigilance, suspicion, and staying in the tower all day long, unwilling to go out.

Compared to his most trusted disciple, this guy now focuses all his attention on Fu Zuoer Chamberlain.

He was afraid that this good friend and rival would suddenly launch a coup to seize power.

"The only true God in the world? Are they crazy!"

A high-ranking priest of Bane couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief.

"Crazy? Haha, maybe it's not just these mortals who are crazy, but also the gods behind them."

Fuzzol Chamberlain pursed his lips and sneered.

The high-ranking priest immediately realized something and asked, "What do you mean? Could it be that..."

Fuzzol Chamberlain nodded slightly: "Yes, just as you guessed.

Don't forget, that divine book created by the priesthood of lies can even influence God.

What would be interesting if some idiot, after successfully making the book, suddenly had the urge to open it and read it himself? So it's not that the believers are crazy, but that the gods behind them are crazy, instilling some crazy ideas and concepts in them."

"I see! So, we can use this to try to unite with other gods and their churches to deal with these guys who are trying to subvert and control Zhentil Castle?" The high-ranking priest suggested with shining eyes.

But Mansong interrupted bluntly: "Don't be naive! Who can we unite with?

Many cities around the entire Moon Sea are trembling under the tyranny of the Dark Sun.

The churches of those kind gods would rather we fight them and both suffer losses, or even die together.

The top priority right now is to resurrect the great Bane.

I think it's time to start the project that has been in the works for a long time."

Fuzzol Chamberlain agreed with deep conviction: "You are right.

Only when the great god of tyranny, Bane, is resurrected can we have the confidence to fight against the Dark Sun and its minions.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the fortress is, it will eventually be breached if it is only passively defended.

What's more, the situation this time is completely different from the previous times.

Fortunately, the power of lawful evil in Faerun is growing.

In particular, the sudden rise of Soth and his forces made the tyrant's ruling philosophy widely spread and recognized.

Even many scholars have begun to debate the pros and cons of dictatorship and democracy.

There are even more people with the potential to become tyrants who are ambitiously waiting for the opportunity to abolish those hypocritical and inefficient parliaments in one fell swoop and concentrate power in their own hands.

If that plan were launched now, there is a high probability that the great Bane would be successfully brought back from the dead world."

"So... you mean we can use these crazy believers of Dark Sun as sacrifices?"

A terrifying red light flashed in Ximanmeng's eyes.

"Why not? Don't forget that although they are all crazy, their devout and crazy beliefs are real.

It is the best gift for the great dark king!

We have the carrier of Bane's spirit and power! We have countless devout believers and extensive influence! We also have a large group of nearly perfect sacrifices! When the time comes, we will contact temples around the world to summon believers to hold a large-scale sacrificial celebration, and we will definitely be able to achieve our predetermined goals."

Fuzzol Chamberlain raised his hands and shouted in a fanatical tone.

"The great dark king will return!"

"Dictatorship and tyranny are the only correct way to rule this world!"

"Only Ben obeys!"

…

As the atmosphere on the scene was aroused, many people began to shout loudly and excitedly.

Soon, under the cooperation and leadership of Manshoon and Fuzor Chamberlain, the entire Zhentarim and the forces loyal to Bane in Zhentil Keep were quickly mobilized.

The former was in charge of the magic part and began to draw evil sacrificial arrays underground in some specific buildings in the city.

The latter secretly notified church members in other cities and towns to prepare for grand sacrificial ceremonies during the ceremony.

Poor Xvim, son of the god Bane, doesn't know yet that he has been a temporary substitute for his father from the beginning to the end.

All the talk about defeating Cyric, regaining the priesthood and becoming the new dark lord is a lie.

Both Manshoon and Fuzzol Chamberlain were secretly planning to use him to resurrect Bane.

Otherwise, after so many years, even the church symbols would not have remained the same, and the doctrines would not have changed at all.

As Zhentil Keep prepared for the arrival of Cyric's followers, Fuzor Chamberlain and Ximamon met privately while Manshoon was busy setting up the sacrificial circle and had no time to pay attention to other things.

When the two met, they stared into each other's eyes for a full minute, and then they smiled at the same time.

Xi Manmeng asked directly: "In your plan, my teacher should also be one of the sacrifices, right?"

"Oh? How did you know?"

Fuzzol Chamberlain grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and asked with a half-smile.

"Because you have been trying to eliminate him and take complete control of the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep for too long.

And this happens to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If I'm not mistaken, you should have contacted Soth, right? I have to say, your generosity this time really impressed me.

First use Manshoon's power to deal with Dark Sun and his followers, and then use Thor's power to kill Manshoon completely after both sides are defeated.

When the sacrifice was complete, the Dark Lord returned from death.

Not only can you become the chief elect again as a meritorious official, but you can also introduce him to a tyrant who can influence the entire continent of Faerun."

Ximanmeng is worthy of being the real controller of the dark intelligence network. His keen sense of conspiracy and intrigue is far beyond that of ordinary people. He directly sees through the real purpose of the "Tyrant of the Moon Sea" behind a series of complex operations.

Because he knew that ever since the other party made the decision to eradicate Manson, they had been collecting intelligence in secret, trying to find the place where this cunning legendary wizard hid his clones.

Not long ago, this location was finally discovered by a double agent and sold to Fuzzol Chamberlain for a high price.

This also means that Mansong was being held at the mercy of his most threatening competitor without knowing it.

As one of the survivors who successfully escaped from Luskan, Ximanmeng was 100% sure that as long as Zuo Si and Fuzol Chamberlain joined forces, they could definitely kill all the clones of his mentor without leaving a single one alive.

Snap, snap, snap…

With the crisp sound of clapping, Fuzor Chamberlain laughed and praised, "Hahaha! My dear Ximanmon, you are really good, even better than Mansong in terms of meticulousness and conspiracy.

And you are a truly smart person who never puts yourself in danger and always knows when to make the right choice.

That's right!

I have already contacted Soth, and he even told me about Dark Sun's crazy plan.

Otherwise, I would not have made the decision to resurrect the great god of tyranny, Bane, at this time. "

"What about the price? As far as I know, Soth is not a generous person. Even if the goddess of poison and disease Talona wants him to help, she needs to pay a corresponding reward."

Ximanmeng continued to test cautiously.

He obviously understood his fatal weakness as an undead creature - a vampire, so he always kept a safe distance, for fear that the other party would suddenly attack him with a powerful positive energy spell.

“The price is that we have to give up our infiltration and control over West Heartland and Steam Lake.

Including the Dark Castle that you rule, you must give it up.

In addition, all future activities of the Zhentarim in his territory must be open and transparent.

In return, the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, can freely preach, build temples and strongholds within its territory, but no armed forces are allowed.

Well, that's not that hard to accept, is it? "

There was a hint of pride in Fuzzol Chamberlain's tone.

Xi Manmeng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then immediately realized the true intention of the deal, and couldn't help but sighed: "Yes! For you, it's not only easy to accept, but you've made a fortune.

Not only can they use the other party to eliminate those troublemakers within the church who are unwilling to obey orders and integrate forces, but they can also expand the scale and influence of the church.

While the Zhentarim's actions must be transparent to Thoth, he does not forbid fighting with the Harpers.

This means that, far from being on the side of the Harpists, he is more inclined to cooperate with us.

Last but not least, in this transaction, South displayed his tyrannical tendencies.

Regardless of whether he believes in Bane or not, he will definitely be appreciated and favored by the Dark Lord.

It seems that the instructor is really going to lose this time.

Tell me, how do you need my cooperation? "

"It's simple. Get Clarice for me. Whether it's by directly transforming her into a vampire spawn, or by bribing, winning her over, or taking advantage of her emotional weaknesses, I want to plant an eye next to Manshon that can keep an eye on him 24 hours a day."

Fuzzol Chamberlain made his request bluntly.

"No problem.

I'll talk to Clarisse later.

She has been under a lot of pressure from her tutor recently, and her spirit has been on the verge of collapse.

I think it shouldn't be a big problem to win her over to our side."

Ximanmeng agreed without hesitation.

He originally had a good relationship with Clarice, and they were even secret lovers for a while.

What's more, even if the negotiations fail, you can directly transform them into your descendants or servants.

"Be careful, don't let Mansong notice. I don't want to fail at the critical moment." Fu Zol Chamberlain warned in a serious tone.

Ximanmeng did not say anything, but simply nodded in response, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

Just a second later, he appeared in his residence in Zhentil Keep.

The Moon Elf Mage Ashmi, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly asked, "How is it? Is Fuzor Chamberlain really ready to seize power?"

"Yes, that's right. And he found a very powerful ally. It seems that the mentor is really doomed this time."

Ximanmeng opened his mouth, revealing two sharp canine teeth, and without saying a word, he bit the former's slender white neck, greedily sucking the other's sweet-tasting deep red blood.

Ashmi was obviously stimulated and couldn't help but shiver and moan in pleasure.

After more than ten seconds, when her face began to turn pale due to excessive blood loss, Ximanmeng finally let go and revealed an expression of great satisfaction.

It is not difficult to see from the intimate actions and ambiguous expressions that the two are not only superiors and subordinates, but also lovers or couples.

"Damn it! Your desire for blood is becoming stronger and stronger. If you keep going like this, I will be sucked dry alive by you sooner or later."

Ashmi touched the two small bite marks on her neck and complained in a low voice that was almost coquettish.

"I'm sorry, I was so excited and thrilled that I couldn't help myself a bit."

Ximanmeng subconsciously licked the blood remaining on his sweet lips, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

There is no doubt that vampires are one of the very few undead creatures who can perfectly retain their taste, smell, physical desires and emotions in life.

But its only flaw is its insatiable hunger for blood.

Even a calm and rational mage like Ximanmeng could easily lose control under the strong impulse when sucking blood.

Fortunately, Ashmi was not an ordinary civilian who was powerless. He quickly took out a bottle of potion and drank it, recovering most of the lost blood. Then he whispered tentatively: "So, you have made up your mind to stand on the side of Fuzol Chamberlain?"

"Haha, no, dear. The Moon Sea Tyrant's greed and desire for power are too strong. He is not suitable to be a long-term ally. Compared to him, I think another person is more worthy of surrender."

As he said this, Ximamon raised his hand and gently stroked the cheek of his moon elf lover, his eyes flashing with a sinister, cunning and deep light.

"Who is he? I don't remember that in the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep, apart from your mentor Manshoon, there is another person who is qualified to compete with Fuzor Chamberlain." Ashmi asked impatiently.

Ximanmon answered directly: "It is Soth, the Plague Son of the Goddess of Poison and Disease, and the only one who was granted the Silver Fire by the third generation of the Goddess of Magic Midnight.

According to the information I gathered through the Dark Intelligence Network, he is now powerful to an unimaginable degree.

Whether it's the spellcasting organization under our command, the Arcane Mystic Order, or Talona's church in the mortal world to which she is 100% obedient, or terrifying allies like the Undead Emperor Shane VII, they are all enough to protect us after the truth is revealed.

Compared to Fuzzol Chamberlain, who thinks he has already won and will not give too many benefits, this is the option that can maximize benefits.

And Thors would be very happy to have a spy like me within the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep.

So I need you to go talk to our future master for me and try to get a better deal."

"I see! I knew you wouldn't let Fuzzle Chamberlain manipulate you, and you must have your own plans in secret.

There will definitely be more benefits to secretly joining a powerful god's chosen one who is in the limelight.

The most important thing is that Lord Soth is a wizard like us, and he has a lot of precious and rare magic resources at hand, which is much better than simply working for Fuzol Chamberlain.

My dear, your intelligence and talent never disappoint me. You are worthy of being the man I choose."

After saying that, Ashmi put her arms around Ximamon and kissed her on her pale cheek.

“Here, this is the possible location where Soth may appear on the continent of Faerun.

You should get going now, the sooner this matter is settled the better.

I recommend you go to the Mage's Tower in Askatra first, then go to Luskan or the Nelanther Islands if you can't find anyone there, and finally go to the castle in the countryside of Amn and the house in Waterdeep.

Since he has contacted Fuzor Chamberlain, it means that he is definitely in Faerun and not in any other plane.

Oh, and bring this Ioun Stone that automatically restores your health and Mentor Manshoon's spell list as a gift."

Ximanmeng gave all the chips he had prepared to the Moon Elf Mage.

After getting these things, the latter quickly cast the teleportation magic of today's memory, directly crossed the long distance of four or five countries and regions, and appeared directly at the gate of the Gold Coin City.

In order to avoid being known by others, Ashmi did not use the Zhentarim's base in the city, nor did he notify or contact the spies operating in Amn. Instead, he hid his identity under the cover of night and came to the door of the Mage Tower alone.

Since she arrived just at dinner time, she saw a scene that surprised her greatly.

Dozens of children wearing patched clothes, obviously from poor families, came out in groups from the tower that symbolized mystery, knowledge, power and magic.

The oldest are fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest are only six or seven years old. About half are boys and half are girls.

The only thing they have in common is their bulging bellies and satisfied smiles on their faces.

It goes without saying that these little guys had just finished the free dinner provided by the Mage Tower and were planning to return together to their home in the slums.

As for orphans who have lost their parents, they can spend the night in the simple temple of Ilmater, the god of suffering.

Since we have already informed the Shadow Thieves Guild, we don't have to worry about being kidnapped or robbed.

Some of the older teenagers have received orthodox warrior training and have a dagger or a long sword on their waist. Ordinary thugs and petty thieves may not be able to defeat them.

Ashmi had no idea how these poor kids, who didn't look like mage apprentices at all, were qualified to enter the Mage Tower.

slave?

Servant?

Consumables for various dangerous magical experiments?

Or is it to satisfy the unknown special hobby of the owner of the tower?

Just when she was about to stop the group of children to ask something, she suddenly felt a pair of sharp and vigilant eyes staring at her.

When he looked up, he found a girl exuding a wild aura standing at the gate of the tower. Her eyes emitted a creepy green light under the bright moonlight, and a white winter wolf as big as a calf followed her.

Werewolf?! The Moon Elf Mage identified the other party's identity at a glance.

Because she had fought against this dangerous beastman more than once, she knew very well how difficult it was to deal with the opponent's speed, strength, agility and strong recovery ability.

And for some reason, Ashmi always felt that the girl in front of him seemed very different from ordinary werewolves.

Especially his height of over two meters, his sturdy frame, and his overdeveloped and strong muscles, all of which exude a dangerous aura.

"Who are you? What do you want to do here?" The werewolf girl broke the silence and asked.

She was none other than Fangus, the leader of the werewolf clan who had joined Zuo Si in Calin Port and was known as the "Wolf Mother".

His body, taller and stronger than most adult barbarian males, was obviously a side effect of accepting the more powerful bloodline of the dire wolf.

You should know that goblins, who can only grow to a maximum height of 134 meters, will directly jump to 1.8 or 1.9 meters in height after gaining the ability to transform into dire wolves, not to mention humans who are originally 1.7 meters tall.

However, Zuo Si has already begun to optimize and reorganize the three types of werewolf curses he has obtained so far (the native werewolves of Faerun, the werewolves of Magical Earth, and the werewolves of Innistrad).

I believe that we should soon find a way to restore the little werewolves to their normal size.

Otherwise, the faces of boys, girls, loli and shota, coupled with their terrifying heights and exaggerated muscles, would look too weird.

Although these little guys don't care at all.

Instead, they feel excited and thrilled about gaining greater power.

Ashmi narrowed his eyes and looked Fangus up and down. After a long while, he responded, "You are not qualified to know who I am. Tell the owner here that I have a very important and confidential matter and need to discuss it with him face to face."

"You want to see the master?"

A puzzled look appeared on the werewolf girl's face as she sniffed the air.

Because she was very sure that the scent of the woman in front of her was something she had never smelled before.

"That's right. I have a very important mission. You'd better not be smart. Otherwise, if you delay, Lord Soth will skin you alive with his own hands."

Ashmi made a half-serious threat.

But unfortunately, Fangs didn't buy it.

Because in her eyes, the Moon Elf Mage was too weak (only LV11), and she didn't look like someone who was qualified to communicate with Zuo Si face to face.

After all, the arcane spellcasters who usually come and go in the Mage Tower are at least LICHs at level 15 or above.

After thinking for a moment, the werewolf girl decided to strike first and capture the other party alive and hand him over to her master.

Anyway, the mere idea of spying on the internal secrets of the Mage Tower is quite suspicious.

You know, in Athkatla, even the Masked Mages Guild and the Shadow Thieves don't dare to approach this area.

Thinking of this, Fangs suddenly took off the compound bow on his back without any warning, and with his smooth and skillful movements, he completed the actions of taking the arrow, pulling the bow and releasing his fingers in less than a second.

The next second...

Whoosh! A cold arrow flew straight towards the Moon Elf Mage's right shoulder.

Since the bow is made of modern composite materials and a labor-saving pulley design, and has a high-level enchantment effect, its speed and penetration are extremely terrifying.

So by the time Ashmi reacted, the arrow was less than five meters away from him.

There was no time to think! She could only immediately activate the second-level magic [Dimension Jump] and teleported more than ten meters away, just in time to avoid the pursuit of arrows.

Although he was not injured, the arrow tore a hole in the wizard's robe, revealing his white shoulders, upper arms and the rose-colored bra underneath.

Needless to say, if the Moon Elf Mage had reacted just a little bit slower, she would have been blown up by the arrow's enormous penetrating power and inertia, and then fallen heavily to the ground with her face up.

Even if the right hand was not completely disabled, it would no longer be able to perform complex and precise spellcasting movements.

What’s more serious is that the severe pain will affect mental concentration, making it impossible to concentrate on casting spells.

"Damn it! Are you crazy? You actually attacked me in the city!" Ashmi roared angrily.

Because she just realized that in her desperation she had violated the city's ban on casting spells in public.

In Athkatla, violating the ban means attracting intervention and pursuit from the Guild of Masked Mages.

Unfortunately, Fangus had made up his mind and did not intend to have much verbal communication with this suspicious Moon Elf female mage.

After finding that long-range physical attacks were not enough of a threat to a mage, she threw away her compound bow and rushed out like an arrow.

While running, thick black hair quickly grew on the body surface, and the bones and muscles also expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

final……

A giant werewolf appeared out of nowhere, more than two stories tall and looking like a giant infected with lycanthropy.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made Ashmi's pupils dilate, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and stopped beating in an instant.

She dared to guarantee that if she was caught, she would be eaten alive in an instant without a doubt, and there would not be any suspense at all, even with the Stoneskin Technique.

Fourth-ring arcane [Force Field Wave].

The Moon Elf Mage activated one of her most powerful spells without hesitation.

As the name suggests, this is a typical force field magic, which will generate a force field wave centered on the caster, causing indiscriminate impact on all surrounding creatures.

Although it cannot cause any actual damage, it can forcefully push away close enemies.

The werewolf girl only felt a huge force like a hammer, hitting her with a bang, and then she fell back uncontrollably for three or four meters before she could barely stabilize her body.

"What the hell kind of monster are you?"

Ashmi asked sharply, her scalp tingling.

She simply couldn't believe that there were werewolves of such a terrifying size in this world, even far larger than beastmen like the bearmen who were known for their huge sizes.

"Monster? No! I am not a monster, but a person who has obtained the power bestowed by the great master! I suggest that you give up resistance and surrender immediately. Otherwise, when I get excited, I cannot guarantee that I will not tear you to pieces."

Fangus opened his mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and his eyes flashed with ferocious, bloodthirsty and cruel light.

"Wait! I think we should talk."

Ashmi was obviously frightened by the dire wolf's exaggerated size and terrifying vitality, and he also felt a strong sense of awe for the owner of the wizard tower behind him.

Because she understood that Zuo Si, who had mastered this powerful beast curse, could build an extremely powerful army at any time, and might even have secretly built one.

"Talk? Sorry, you are not qualified to negotiate with me now.

To be precise, there is only one choice before you, and that is to give up resistance and be captured by me.

Otherwise I guarantee that you won't even have a chance to escape.

Because I am not a human being, but the leader of a wolf pack..."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Fangus raised his head and let out a sharp and piercing wolf howl.

Awoo——

moment!

Suddenly, pairs of eyes emitting green light appeared in the darkness around.

In the blink of an eye, more dire wolves slowly walked out from the darkness and surrounded by the moon elf mage.

Along with them were dozens of winter wolves and wargs.

With the support of the nearby Mage Tower, the latter immediately realized that he didn't even have the chance to activate the teleportation magic to escape, so he decisively gave up resistance, raised his hands, and said with a helpless and bitter look on his face: "Okay, okay, I admit defeat and surrender."

“A wise choice.”

Fangus smiled smugly and quickly signaled with his eyes for the other members of the tribe to step forward and disarm Ashmi.

Especially rings, necklaces and various triggered magic items.

Her hands were then tied with ropes to ensure that she could not successfully cast any spells that required movement.

After doing all this, the little werewolves untransformed and led the captives into the tower with laughter.

After about a few minutes, Ashmi finally met Zuo Si in person in the library.

"Did you guys have fun?"

Zuo Si, who was copying down some magical knowledge, asked without even raising his head.

"Um... do you know what's happening outside?" Fangs was obviously surprised.

Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and shook his head and responded: "This is the Mage Tower I built with my own hands.

Do you think the tower consciousness would not notify me of the battle that happened right at the door?

Although I know you are eager to serve me, please remember not to be so reckless next time.

Also, untie this elf lady and return her magic items to her."

"oh--"

Fangus scratched the back of his head a little embarrassingly, and then winked at the little werewolf beside him.

Without saying a word, the latter immediately threw all the rings, necklaces, gems, scroll boxes and other things in his hand to Ashmi, and then ran away without a trace.

There is no way! These restless little guys in adolescence are very aggressive by nature, and often deliberately make things difficult for visitors they don't know. Last time, the people sent by the Shadow Thieves Guild to purchase poison were tormented.

Fortunately, they also know their limits and usually just tease or intimidate others, testing their own strength, and will not really hurt anyone.

Picking up the things that had fallen to the ground and were lost and found again, the slightly embarrassed Moon Elf female mage packed them up as quickly as possible, then used magic to mend the torn robe, then she took a deep breath, put one hand on her chest and bowed deeply.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Soth. My name is Ashmi, and I am here on behalf of Ximanmon to talk to you about the future."

"Simonmon?"

Zuo Si's mind instantly flashed to the head of the dark intelligence network whose words and deeds were full of elegance. He immediately asked back with interest, "Hasn't Ximan Meng secretly surrendered to Fu Zuoer Qian Borui?"

"That's just a stopgap measure. In fact, it's not in our interest to work for Fuzor Chamberlain," Ashmi explained calmly.

"So... now he wants to betray Fuzor Chamberlain and join my side after betraying Manshoon?"

Zuo Si was obviously very surprised by Xi Manmeng's repeated actions.

Because this is not an ordinary job-hopping, but being an undercover spy inside the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep, the risks involved are very high.

At least he didn't think that after knowing the truth, Fu Zuoer Chamberlain would let the traitor Xi Manmon live.

Ashmi nodded seriously and said, "Yes. According to Ximanmon, only you can give us enough benefits and protect us after the truth is revealed. In return, the intelligence network of the Zhentarim will be at your disposal in the future."

"Haha, it sounds tempting. But I guess this is Ximanmeng's idea, not yours, right?"

A blue light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.

From the moment the elf mage entered the room this month, he had begun using various mental magics to read her mind, and discovered some very interesting things.

"You are really as good as the rumors say at discovering other people's hidden thoughts.

Yes, I do have plans of my own.

In addition to the conditions offered by Ximanmeng, I personally want to make another deal with you.

That means I will secretly monitor Ximanmeng to make sure he never betrays you or does anything behind your back."

Ashmi suddenly put on another creepy face...

(End of this chapter)