Although Gracia was very angry and confused about being suddenly controlled by others, she quickly forced herself to calm down and began to think about various possibilities.

Because unlike other demons, they have no chance of contacting the Lord of Hell.

She had lived with Asmodeus in her childhood and understood that this great devil with the most powerful strength and supreme power would never do meaningless things, and there was a purpose and intention behind his every move.

But most of the time, these goals and intentions are hidden in a large number of complex operations and political struggles.

When the other demons, including the layer lords, reacted, they found incredibly that Asmodeus had already got what he wanted.

This was particularly evident during the "Great Purge".

Those level lords who had planned for thousands or even tens of thousands of years to overthrow the rule of the Lord of Hell, only realized when they were on the verge of death that the other party had already held their power in his hands.

From the very beginning, I didn't have even the slightest chance of winning.

Especially this time, Asmodeus personally invited a mortal to become the lord of a new level, and even gave him the status of the crown prince of hell, second only to him.

At the beginning, Gracia, like several other lords, was full of anger and dissatisfaction, insisting that that was the position that should belong to her.

But with the coming of Ozachi, the Will of the Abyss and these terrifying and twisted creatures from the dark void started a bloody battle even more brutal than the previous one. The devil's army could unscrupulously capture cities and expand its power in the first few layers of the abyss.

Only then did she begin to realize that her father's judgment was correct.

With Zuo Si's joining, the entire hell force and the tendency of lawful evil in the universe are constantly increasing.

Once the actual occupation and transformation of the first thirty layers of the abyss is completed, the strength of the demons will increase exponentially. There is no need to fear the endless number of demons anymore. Even the existing ruling structure may change.

For example, allow the original level lords to be promoted to higher-level existences, so as to control the newly occupied areas and enthrone more nobles and second-level lords.

This is why, lords at all levels have given up their original fights and started to work together to send more troops to clear out the demons entrenched in castles and fortresses, scrambling to seize more territory.

Although Gracia's rule over the sixth layer was not yet stable enough, and she could not even control the entire level like those old lords, she also sent a large number of troops.

At present, more than hundreds of large fortresses have been occupied on the seventh and eighth floors of the Abyss.

If nothing unexpected happens, these two layers will be taken away by it.

As the saying goes, one should be grateful to those who have eaten his food and one should be grateful to those who have received his gifts.

Gradually, the Hell Princess' hatred for Zuo Si for taking her place was not as strong as before. Instead, she began to want to become his lover or even establish an alliance with him.

But what she never expected was that Asmodeus suddenly played such a trick, directly changing the status between the two from relatively equal to a superior-subordinate relationship.

That powerful binding document could even deprive Gracia of her control over the existing sixth level.

This was absolutely unacceptable to her, who had finally obtained the position of lord.

After pondering for a long time, the Lust Queen slowly walked down the stairs from the throne, bent down, and ordered the Serpent Demon Intelligence Manager who was kneeling at her feet with a serious expression: "Let all your spies take action! I need to find out Soth's attitude on this matter as quickly as possible!

In addition, send a succubus as a special envoy to invite him to visit my court.

Remember, you must complete the above two goals before the lords of other levels get the news."

"Understood! Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will never let you down." The Serpent Demon solemnly promised.

Soon, he twisted his fat and bloated body and left quickly, disappearing at the end of the eerie and terrifying palace.

As one of the top few high-level devils, the serpent devil believes that intelligence is the key to gaining power and advantage, so it is a natural spymaster.

Many dukes and lords would be very happy to accept the allegiance of a viper demon and let him be responsible for collecting and organizing intelligence.

In fact, in the court of the Princess of Hell, apart from the lust demons, the most favored ones are the snake demons.

After watching her intelligence chief walk away, Gracia returned to the throne and squinted her eyes to look at this beautiful and exquisite palace, which was also terrifying enough to make mortals feel.

As the sixth layer of Baator Hell, Malborge is undoubtedly extremely special.

The reason for this is that almost all the well-known buildings, scenery and places in this layer are evolved from the ever-expanding and gigantic body of the previous lord, the Ghost Countess.

Among them, the "long hair forest" filled with twisted trees and terrifying thorns is, without a doubt, the hair and scalp that have been enlarged to the extreme.

If you get closer, you can even see large patches of dandruff-like scaly substances on the ground, as well as so many "white lice" that you can't even count them.

These parasites, which were supposed to be only a few millimeters in size, can now grow to the size of an adult bull. They mainly feed on unknown substances secreted from the ground.

However, if low-level demons or mortals approach, they don't mind changing their taste and giving themselves a meal.

The castle where Gracia lives now is located next to the "Long Hair Forest" and looks like a huge white skeleton from a distance.

After all, it was originally the skull left behind by the Hag Countess after her death.

Red glass windows are installed in the eye sockets to highlight the unique taste and style of the Hell Princess.

Below the eye sockets is the castle hall, where Gracia likes to summon every visitor and guest.

In addition, the two huge glass windows are also one of the castle's defensive weapons, which can release terrifying hellfire to destroy any creature that dares to approach.

There are many passages formed by the intestines of the witch countess in the corridors inside the castle.

An irritating mucus would periodically drip from those pleated walls.

Any non-devil creature that attempts to pass through these active channels will be ruthlessly devoured, digested, and absorbed.

There are even some poisonous lakes and ponds evolved from bile, which can continuously provide toxins and acids to the sixth layer. Even the gas coming out from the bottom will randomly produce unpredictable magical effects.

These can either be sold to interested planar merchants or put directly into cans and used as ammunition for a throwing weapon.

Even the ribs of the witch countess turned into a huge semi-arched cliff, and her fingers turned into ten ivory towers.

Gracia has hollowed out one of them and transformed it into the place she needs.

It can be said that the bizarre death of the previous lord directly brought unimaginable rewards to the new lord Gracia.

No one knew why the Hag Countess' body suddenly began to grow uncontrollably without any warning, and eventually died tragically in an almost joke-like manner, becoming the plane lord with the most bizarre death in the entire Hell plane.

Some demons speculated that this might be because she wanted to become a god in some unknown way, but ultimately failed, leading to the disaster.

Some people also believe that this was Asmodeus's doing.

It was the Lord of Hell who deliberately injected countless holy energies into the body of the Ghost Countess, causing her to completely lose control and explode, in order to make room for his daughter Gracia.

Whatever the truth is, this shortest-reigning lord of the plane is definitely impressive.

No matter who it is, once they see the strange and terrifying landscapes on the sixth level, they will involuntarily think of her.

Even after hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years, it will not be forgotten.

This ghost countess who successfully climbed to the throne of lord by betraying her lover and the previous lord, Morlock, during the "Great Purge" probably never dreamed that her carefully planned conspiracy would eventually serve the Princess of Hell.

"No! We can't just sit here and wait for death! Maybe I can talk to Firna."

There was a sinister and cunning gleam in Gracia's eyes.

Due to her previous unscrupulous poaching and conspiracy against lords of other levels, she had no decent allies in the entire hell.

The only one with whom he has a relatively close relationship is Philna, who is also manipulated by her biological father and is an apparent puppet lord.

It was with the secret support of the Princess of Hell that Ms. Firna dared to challenge the authority of Grand Duke Biler.

However, Gracia didn't know that Zuo Si threw the authorization document aside shortly after getting it, and quickly transferred from one clone to another.

At this moment, he was sitting in the Mage Tower in Askatra, meeting a very important guest.

A legendary figure from another very famous main material world "Grey Eagle".

No! It should be said that the word "legend" is far from enough to describe the other party's life experience and the outstanding achievements he has made in the field of magic.

He looked to be in his forties, with a neat beard, wearing a black velvet coat, and his eyes sparkled with a mixture of reason and madness.

As for the hair…

Sorry, there is no hair on this person's head, it is as shiny as a mirror.

Hmm - a standard hairstyle for a strong man.

Zuo Si looked him up and down several times before greeting him with interest: "Welcome, Lord Mordenkainen.

To be honest, if Nimidona hadn't delivered the message personally, I would have found it hard to believe this was true.

If you don't mind, could you tell me what brought you here?

From what I understand, you are rarely seen in Faerûn, though you maintain some ties with Elminster and Himbu."

“Haha, the main reason for my visit this time is to see with my own eyes what kind of existence a planeswalker is who can freely travel through different time and space and even the universe.

Moreover, the Storm Queen said that you are a very special and interesting spellcaster, mastering a lot of knowledge, spells, and skills from other worlds.

In addition, I heard that Baator, the hell that symbolizes the ultimate lawful evil, not only has a huge new layer recently, but its lord has also been granted the status of crown prince by Asmodeus.

In addition, the war between the boiling will of the abyss and the strange creature called Oza also attracted my attention.

In summary, do you think my reasons for visiting you are not sufficient?"

Mordencan asked back with a grin.

While speaking, his eyes kept glancing at Nimidona, who was standing next to him with a compound bow on her back and the Blade of Life in her hand.

As a wizard who is well-known even in the entire universe, and the founder and leader of the "Eight Leaves", the most powerful arcane spellcaster organization in the Greyhawk world, he has a very rich reserve of knowledge and could tell at a glance that this was a Seraph Servant who was rarer than a god.

Although its attributes and alignment are slightly different from other Seraphim servants, the brilliant light emanating from its soul that represents divinity is definitely not fake.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Mordenkainen would never have believed that such a creature that could easily kill a demon lord and whose strength was equivalent to that of a demigod would actually appear in a wizard tower and willingly become a servant.

“Well, it seems that you have done a very detailed investigation on me when you came here, and you do have good reasons.

After all, when the war that swept the entire universe broke out after the Chaos, your hometown, Greyhawk World, happened to be the main battlefield where the turning point occurred, so it is reasonable that you would pay special attention to the changes in the bloody battle.

Now that you have met me in person, if you have anything you want to say or want to know, just ask directly.

As long as it doesn't involve some secrets, I will try my best to answer.

After all, when I first started on the path of magic, I also received a lot of inspiration and benefit from the spells you invented."

Zuo Si did not intend to beat around the bush and directly expressed his attitude and respect for the legendary wizard in front of him.

Compared to Elminster, an old man who just wandered around all day, liked to meddle in other people's affairs, and whose behavior was more like a priest than a wizard, he obviously admired the bald Demon Duncan in front of him who had invented countless spells and trained a large number of talented disciples.

If you open a complete spell book, you will find that there are very few spells invented by Elminster.

His contribution to the current magic system is almost negligible.

It can even be said that even if there is no such person as Elminster, the current magical environment would remain the same as it should be, with no obvious difference at all.

But what if there is no Mordenkainen? Almost all spells named after him will disappear, including the Great Sundering, the Mage Sword, the Mansion, the Magic Missile, and so on.

In addition, the magic he taught and the magic invented by the famous wizards in the "Eight Leaves" will also disappear.

For example, the famous Bigbye Big Hand series, Mayufu's Strong Acid Arrow and Mayufu's Micro Meteor, Tansen's Transfiguration, which is well received by melee mages, Otiluk's Protective Shield series of spells, etc.

Therefore, if there is no Mordenkainen, many commonly used and useful magic spells of mages will instantly be reduced by one tenth or even more.

For such a ancestor-level figure who can be written into magic textbooks, history and development trajectory, most arcane spellcasters will subconsciously show great respect to him, unless there is a conflict.

What's more, Mordenkainen is a typical "balancer" who has his own understanding of the conflict between good and evil, chaos and order, and has also shaped his own unique philosophy and grand cosmic view.

So Zuo Si had reason to believe that this would be a very pleasant exchange.

"Thanks!"

Mordenkainen had undoubtedly noticed this, and immediately asked directly: "What kind of power does a planeswalker rely on to pass through the vast and boundless dark void between planes and universes?"

"It relies on the power of the spark."

Zuo Si squeezed out a ball of bright light directly from his body. It was the most basic spark that he had recovered from Grisha not long ago.

"spark?!"

It was obviously the first time that Mordenkainen had seen such a magical thing. He immediately stood up and cast more than twenty detection spells on the sparks.

After more than ten minutes, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and exclaimed: "Incredible! It's incredible! It...it actually has a striking similarity to the divine spark to a certain extent. But the difference is that this thing has the ability to connect and isolate space."

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. Connecting and isolating space is only one of the most basic abilities of the spark, and it is also the source of power that allows planeswalkers to travel freely in different worlds.

In addition, it can absorb, store, and transform all forms of energy, allowing the mages to create various magical effects and create complex items and artifacts at will.

Even this is the result of being severely weakened.

Before the Spark underwent a metamorphosis, the ancient planeswalkers possessed power comparable to or even surpassing that of the gods.

They can create and destroy a world at will, tear space and time apart effortlessly, and will not age or die. "

"It sounds really fascinating. Especially being able to travel to different worlds, learn endless knowledge, and peek into the truth of this vast and complex universe."

Mordenkainen's eyes were fixed on the sparks, without concealing the desire in his heart.

In other words, any wizard who is truly dedicated to understanding and studying the nature of magic will aspire to become a planeswalker.

But unfortunately, only one in tens of millions of people has the qualifications to become a planeswalker, and ninety-nine percent of them may never ignite it in their lifetime.

At least Mordenkainen knew that there was definitely nothing like the spark before him in his soul.

Otherwise, with his research and understanding of the soul, he should have discovered it long ago.

"Yes! Who can resist such temptation?"

Zuo Si pretended to be casual and agreed, then absorbed the spark into his body, leaving the other party no chance to ask for it or study it.

Because he knew very well that Mordenkain was different from Shane VII. He was a mad genius who was very principled and would never tolerate being controlled by others.

If he were to gain the spark and become a planeswalker, it would not be a good thing for him, but might even backfire.

It would be fun to strike a deal with Nicol Bolas or Ugin.

Seeing the sparks disappear from his sight, Mordenkainen showed an obviously disappointed expression, but he still patiently made a second request.

"You must have been to many worlds, right? If you don't mind, can you show me some magic from other worlds?"

"Of course."

Zuo Si agreed very readily, and in the next few minutes, he briefly demonstrated the special spells of Magic Earth, Zendikar, Innistrad, and Mirrodin, as well as a large amount of mental magic he learned from the old dragon.

Although he only released some low-level and basic parts, as the founder and leader of the "Eight Leaves" organization, Mordenkainen still felt the infinity and vastness of the universe, as well as the huge differences in magic theories and understandings between different worlds.

Most importantly, each world has different casting environments, which results in many unique and creative spell models.

Mordenkainen has already stored it firmly in his mind with his excellent intelligence and memory, and plans to do some targeted research after returning to see if he can use it as inspiration to create some new magic.

For more than ten hours, the two of them unknowingly spent time in this somewhat tentative communication.

Zuo Si provided a large number of unheard-of and unseen spells and theoretical knowledge, while Mordenkainen provided some of his own unique magical insights, as well as several exclusive magics and legendary spells in exchange.

Just as the two were chatting more and more interested and were about to start some more in-depth discussions, the Shuoyou mobile terminal in Zuo Si's hand suddenly rang.

He subconsciously opened it and took a look, and found that it was a message from Ximanmeng.

The content is also very simple. Just last night, Gorion, the adoptive father of Aberdare, son of Bhaal and an old wizard who had a good relationship with Elminster and Khelben, died in the woods near the coastal road outside Candlekeep.

The ones who took action were none other than Sarevok, also a son of Bhaal, and his men.

This Son of God, who has secretly established a sect and has a certain number of believers, is no longer the harmless man he was a few years ago, but a dangerous person with a total professional level of LV15 warrior.

In the fierce battle, he not only successfully resisted most of Gorion's magical attacks, but also swung his giant sword directly through the magic protection and chopped off the opponent's head.

"Is it finally starting...?"

Zuo Si muttered to himself quietly.

Perhaps others should not know what this attack and killing meant, but he knew very well that this was the beginning of a great adventure, and also an extremely rare battle for the throne of God on the continent of Faerun.

In fact, before Sharevok took action, a large number of Sons of Bhaal gathered and killed each other near the Marching Mountains on the border between Calinshan and the Kingdom of Tethyr in the south.

If nothing unexpected happens, as the massacre continues, the five most powerful descendants of Baal will soon form an alliance.

"What's finally starting?"

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head and replied, "Nothing, just a prophecy about the god of murder in this world. You won't be interested."

"The God of Murder? Ah! You mean Baal and his numerous children."

Mordenkainen had obviously heard of the prophecy of the wise Alandor, and he stroked his chin and commented: "The divinity and power will be dispersed by giving birth to a large number of offspring, and then after death, these offspring will be killed and resurrected.

I have to say that the methods of this god of murder are quite good.

But the problem is that he apparently did not expect that his most trusted voters would betray him.

Even so, Baal still has a chance to return from this bloody massacre."

"No, he doesn't stand a chance."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"You intend to?"

Mordenkainen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"yes."

Zuo Si had no intention of concealing anything and admitted it openly.

"I have promised Talona that I will seize the priesthood of death that belongs to Baal for her.

But I will accept all the remaining divine power without hesitation.

After all, for a planeswalker, no matter how much energy he has, it is never enough.

As for Baal, since he has been dead for so many years, he should just continue to lie dead in the astral realm.

Anyway, Toril has so many gods, one more or one less won't make a difference."

"You are really as crazy and bold as the Storm Queen described. You even dare to interfere in the affairs of the gods.

Well, it looks like you'll be busy, so that's all for today's conversation.

Let's find a time later to continue the topic we didn't finish today.

Oh, by the way, although I'm not sure how planeswalkers travel across time and space, this is my address in the Greyhawk world.

If you are interested, you can come to me at any time. The door of my magic tower is always open to you."

After saying this, Mordenkainen tactfully chose to stand up and leave.

As the most powerful legendary wizard in the Greyhawk world, although he was very eager to get more information about other time and space from Zuo Si, especially about magic, and if possible, it would be best to obtain a spark to become a planeswalker, he was not in a hurry.

After all, things like feelings and trust require time and patience to cultivate little by little.

Mordenkainen has always believed that everything has a price.

No matter how precious a planeswalker's spark is, as long as he can offer something that impresses the other party, he can complete this deal that is of vital importance to him.

After the bald wizard had completely walked away, Zuo Si fiddled with the mobile terminal in his hand and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Since the adventure of the Son of Baal has begun, how and with what identity should I intervene?"

"Father, I can come forward and take care of this matter for you."

Nimidona took the initiative to step forward and knelt on one knee, wanting to take on the task.

In her eyes, a group of sons of gods who had not even ignited the spark of divinity were nothing at all. She could kill them all by herself and then take away the part of the priesthood of death that belonged to Baal from the Throne of Slaughter.

But Zuo Si quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, it's a bit too much to ask you, the servant of the Blazing Sky God, to take action.

What's more, the priesthood of death is a very sensitive thing.

It will attract the attention of the current death god Kelemvor and the ancient death god Jaeger.

I hope to get it in a more covert and less well-known way.”

"Master, how about I go?"

Atona suddenly emerged from the corner.

“Neither can you.

Because you also have divinity within you.

And it is a divinity that is completely different from that of the Sons of Baal.

It is very easy to be mistaken for the chosen people or sons of God sent by other gods to interfere.

In addition, your transformation ability is not perfect, and it can be easily dispelled by spells such as dispel magic in battle, and you will return to your original form."

Zuo Si touched the succubus loli's soft and flowing long hair and rejected her volunteering with a smile.

"Then how about letting Fangus and her people go?" Atona continued to ask with a blink of her eyes.

"Stop it! They are all dire wolves now. Their transformed appearance can scare ordinary people to death. Moreover, the reputation of beastmen in this world is not much better than that of demons."

Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance and tapped the girl's head with a little force.

Atona covered the place where she had been hit and asked pitifully, "This won't work, and that won't work. What do you think we should do? We can't let Atio go, right? He's a bear!"

"Artio?!"

Zuo Si's eyes lit up instantly when he remembered that he had an animal companion, and he quickly took out a collar made of leather and unknown metal from his waist bag.

This thing is a divine weapon given by the Beast God Mara, which can allow animals to gain the same power as the King of Beasts on their original basis.

If it is put on a white bear cub, and combined with the power that animal companions can gain from their masters, it is almost impossible to detect the disguise of a shapeshifting druid blessed by the spirits of nature.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si immediately called out to Atio through emotional connection.

After a while, the white bear cub stumbled in from the door.

Yes!

It means rolling with the front paws covering the head instead of crawling!

From its eyes, one can clearly see the awe and fear of the succubus loli.

Moreover, the soft white fur that originally covered its body was now full of pits and holes as if it had been chewed by a dog, and there were even signs of being burned in some places, which directly reduced its appearance by several levels.

This scene made Zuo Si's mouth twitch involuntarily, and he asked in an uncertain tone: "Atona, what did you do to it?"

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu!!!!!!!!!"

The moment Artio looked at his master, he immediately rushed over with tears in his eyes and used his special skill to grab his master's legs.

The extremely emotional and vivid expression and the accusatory roar were just short of being able to speak.

"No...nothing, I just let it train with me a few times."

The succubus Loli lowered her head guiltily.

"train?!"

Zuo Si obviously did not believe Atona's explanation. He simply checked the damage to the white bear cub's hair and found that it was basically either cut by a sword or burned by fire magic.

Moreover, the person who did it was very careful and only hurt the hair without damaging the skin underneath which was as hard as metal. It was obvious that he did it on purpose.

Considering the succubus's innate love of playing pranks and teasing others, I immediately understood what was happening.

However, Zuo Si did not sympathize with the white bear cub at all. Instead, he glared at it fiercely and scolded it, "I told you to hide from me all day! Now you want to come out and complain? Why don't you continue to hide?"

Hearing this, Artio immediately loosened his front paws that were holding his legs, and covered the two furry lychees under his crotch with a look of grievance, as if to say, "If I hadn't hidden away, these two things that carry on the family line would have been gone long ago."

"Look at you! Well, don't be afraid, I promise I won't break your balls today. Come here, I'll give you something nice to wear."

As he spoke, Zuo Si opened the collar and signaled the polar bear cub to come closer.

The latter was skeptical, and carefully covered his crotch and slowly moved his head forward.

Without saying a word, Zuo Si put the collar around his neck and fastened the buckle.

moment!

A huge bear spirit appeared out of nowhere, then raised its head and made a roaring motion, then drilled into the body of the white bear cub.

In just a few seconds, Artio showed very obvious changes.

One of them is that the eyes become exceptionally bright, and the claws and body size also grow at an unimaginable speed, until they become three times the normal size of a polar bear.

But not long after, its body began to become extremely unstable again, as if it was about to melt under the high temperature.

But gradually, this unstable shape change began to develop towards the appearance of humanoid creatures.

Eventually, the creature transformed from a bear into a sturdy, white-haired human child, and was repeatedly lifting his legs in a very strange posture, as if he was learning how to walk on two feet.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the human form of Artio after he obtained the power of the Bear King.

In fact, the so-called Beast King refers to a natural guardian spirit living in the endless wilderness.

They are often responsible for protecting a forest, swamp, wilderness, or a specific group of animals.

When it needs to enter an area where humans live, it will choose a living person or animal as its carrier.

However, the prerequisite is that this person or animal is strong enough (with at least ten more professional levels or monster levels) to withstand the wild natural power of the Beast King.

The possessed people and animals will automatically acquire another form.

That is, humans can become animals, and animals can become humans.

But no matter which form it is, the senses and smell will be greatly enhanced, and the skin will become extremely tough, as if wearing an invisible armor. Even running, jumping, climbing, and swimming will be as fast as a wild beast.

When fighting, you can choose to use weapons, or you can partially transform into a beast and turn your hands and feet into claws to tear the enemy apart.

Most importantly, the Beast King has the power to command all beasts.

They can speak to wild beasts at will and cast charm animal spells with no saving throw to make them do their bidding.

To some extent, being possessed by the Beast King is equivalent to a super-enhanced version of a beastman or a human-beast without any side effects.

Moreover, the giant bear spirit that Artio has obtained is not a beast king in the ordinary sense, but a divine spellcaster with a large number of spell-like abilities.

While it may not be as comprehensive as the Druid's spell list, it can still compete with another nature spellcasting class - the Spirit Shaman.

"Master... Master."

After several attempts, the naked Artio finally managed to speak the awkward common language.

"Yeah, that's right, it's you."

Zuo Si showed a satisfied expression on his face.

He is about 1.5 meters tall, looks muscular and wild, and even stutters when he speaks. He doesn't look like he has any scheming intentions. He is also a boy blessed by the spirit of nature.

This BUFF is fully stacked.

In addition, it seems that he can now also conduct mating experiments on animals turning into humans or humans turning into animals to see what kind of things can be produced.

Artio's eyes widened in confusion, totally not understanding what his master wanted him to do.

Although it is quite happy about the powerful power given by this collar.

For a polar bear cub, turning into a human form is obviously very awkward, especially without thick hair covering its body, which makes it feel very insecure.

Unfortunately, Zuo Si did not allow it to change back. Instead, he took it to the next room which was specially used for testing spells, and demonstrated its acquired spell-like abilities one by one.

After the test was completed, a strange device was placed on the head, and then it was covered with a bear head hat in a cute cartoon style.

About half an hour later, Artio was surprised to find that his body had been forcibly taken over and controlled by the master.

It was obvious that Zuo Si used the same controller that he had used on Davian to manipulate the body of his animal companion.

Although the poor polar bear protested strongly, he still chose to give in under the threatening look of his owner.

It's just being controlled, no big deal.

Is it necessary to take out a scalpel and threaten to remove the eggs?

After some trouble, Artio was finally teleported to the forest near the Friendly Arm south of Baldur's Gate, where he waited for the arrival of the Son of Bhaal.

At the same time, in the dense forest near Candlekeep just a few days away, two young men were running as hard as they could, not daring to stop even when they were out of breath.

One of them was a young man over two meters tall, wearing armor and carrying a huge two-handed sword.

The other was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing simple leather armor, with bright pink short hair and holding a short bow in her hand.

As for why I ran, the reason is very simple.

Behind them, an ogre holding a huge club was chasing them relentlessly.

Don't think that for high-level spellcasters and warriors, killing creatures like ogres is as easy as eating and drinking.

But for most ordinary people and even low-level adventurers, ogres are absolutely nightmares and killers of newcomers.

Because with the power they possess, just one hit can cause horrific injuries such as comminuted fractures and massive internal bleeding.

If you are unlucky and get hit in the head, you can say goodbye to this world.

Therefore, even though the young man had a two-handed sword as a weapon, he just kept running instead of turning around to fight.

In comparison, the short bow and dagger on the girl looked more like a joke to the ogre.

Unless it can hit a vital part like the eyes, at best it will just scratch the flesh.

"Ah... Aberdare! I can't take it anymore!"

The girl suddenly slowed down and sat down on the ground, her face full of pain.

"Damn it! Imoen! Don't stop! Do you want to be that guy's dinner? Get up and keep running! It can't catch up far."

The young man called Aberdare turned around, pulled the girl up, and forced her to continue running forward.

There was no doubt that they were both the Sons of Bhaal who had grown up in Candlekeep.

Ever since Gorlian was killed, the two dared not walk on the main road for fear of encountering those terrible killers. They had been hiding in the woods like headless flies.

As a result, he accidentally entered the territory of the ogre and this scene happened.

I'm afraid no one knows that the legendary adventure story of the two sons of Baal began with being hunted and escaping.

In this way, Aberdare and Imoen stumbled and ran until it was completely dark. After confirming that the ogre had been thrown off, they sat down against a tree and gasped for breath.

Imon, who had never figured out the situation, finally had some free time and immediately couldn't help asking his childhood playmate, "Do you know anything about those killers?"

Aberdare shook his head without thinking: "No, I don't know. They showed up too suddenly. Gorion might know something. Before he died, he asked me to go to the Friendly Arm to find two friends."

"Friendly arms? To the north? I don't think that's a good idea."

Imoen quickly expressed his opinion.

"Ha! So according to you, we should go south?" Aberdare asked with a sneer.

"Why not? We can go through the Cloud Mountains to Amn and ask Soth for help. He is now an absolute big shot, and he will definitely be able to help us investigate the cause and avenge Gorion."

As she said this, Ai Meng's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"Don't let your imagination run wild.

We are penniless now. How can we go south along the Bay Coast Highway and pass through the dangerous foggy mountains? What can we eat and drink along the way? Do we have to beg for food? Let's be realistic. The road to the Friendly Arm is the shortest.

In any case, we have to meet the two friends that Gorion mentioned first."

After saying that, Aberdare no longer paid attention to the little sister beside him. He lay down, closed his eyes, and took the time to rest and recover his strength.

Because he knew that those assassins were coming for him, and he had to be ready to flee or fight at any time...

(End of this chapter)