As the eye of the incarnation of Talos, the god of storms, although this thing no longer has much power and divinity left, it is still something with incredible destructive power.

It can be used to make a sacred artifact, or as the core of a special magic ritual or legendary spell, to create a horrific storm out of thin air that is enough to destroy a city or even a country, or to cause earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and volcanic eruptions.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Zuo Si decided to use it to strengthen one of his followers - Lantis.

This Storm Magic Archer, which is based on the Elf Magic Archer and is continuously strengthened by the Planeswalker Spark ability, has actually been completely transformed into the Wind Element.

In addition, he hunts tarrasques every day to extract the necessary materials for his master. He has already absorbed a large amount of magical power and vitality from them. Now he has a follower level as high as LV33 and is only one step away from being promoted to the Prince of Elements.

If he could combine the remaining power of the Eye of the Storm with his own, his strength would definitely be greatly enhanced.

It's just like how the Flame Dragon Knight Davian absorbed the core of the Fire Elemental Prince, and even more so.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si immediately summoned Lantis with the help of the planeswalker's power.

Just one second later, this man, who looked no different from the handsome elf before, except that his skin had turned navy blue and his hair had a dazzling electric glow, teleported directly over. He was holding a +6 Gale Bow and an arrow made of lightning beams in his hands, and was obviously in a fighting posture.

He first looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there was no danger, he asked in an uncertain tone, "Master, do you have any instructions for me?"

"You're hunting the tarrasque?"

Zuo Si asked with interest.

Lantis answered without hesitation: "Well, yes.

The tarrasque just happened to have completed its regeneration, so I planned to cut off its tail and hind limbs this time, and then combine them with the upper limbs and torso that I had cut off before to form a complete corpse.

In addition, there is a wizard from Chessenta who wants the heart of the beast to take back as a power source for a giant magical creation, and is willing to pay twenty enchanted arrows specifically for dragons as a reward.

I promised him and was planning to end the fight in two or three minutes.

In fact, I have traded with many people who want to obtain materials from the tarrasque beast recently, and obtained a lot of good things. Do you want to take a look?"

Zuo Si chuckled and shook his head: "No, that's not necessary.

If you can use it, keep it for yourself or equip it directly; if you can't use it, store it in a box with other materials.

I summoned you this time mainly because I got an item that can give you greater power, and I want to help you upgrade."

"Oh? What is it?"

Lantis's eyes sparkled slightly, with silver light flashing in his pupils like lightning.

As a follower of the Planeswalker, pursuing greater power has always been his desire and instinct.

"It's this Eye of the Storm. It belongs to the incarnation of the Storm God Talos. I have processed it. Now I just need to put it into the eye socket and merge it with one of your eyes."

After saying that, Zuo Si turned the card-like Eye of the Storm into a real object and handed it to his follower.

Lantis undoubtedly felt the destructive energy contained in it, as well as the large amount of storm power that tended towards the wind element. Without saying a word, he grabbed it and forced it into his left eye.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!!!

A blindingly thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit him accurately.

Immediately afterwards, the Storm Shooter began to release his power and transformed from an elf form into a terrifying black thundercloud, with bursts of rumbling sounds constantly coming from within.

This process lasted for about three to five minutes. After everything calmed down, Lantis returned to his original appearance, except that his eye had neither white nor pupil, and had turned into a creepy shining spark.

There is no doubt that this is the spark of the storm, but it also symbolizes the most original power of earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and volcanic eruptions.

The arrow made of energy in his hand is no longer a simple lightning beam. The front end is covered with a layer of orange-red liquid unknown substance that looks like a mixture of flames and magma.

"How does it feel?"

Zuo Si asked as he watched the changes happening to the Storm Shooter.

Lantis raised his head and smiled and responded: "I feel good, my whole body is full of powerful destructive power.

It can even transform into the storm itself and trigger other natural disasters.

And the arrows I shoot can also carry additional fire and sonic boom damage.

The only problem is that the power contained in this eye is too violent, and it is difficult for me to control it perfectly.

If we fight with all our might, we might accidentally hurt our own people or allies."

"Don't worry about this, I have anticipated it in advance.

Here, this is a monocular sight with a powerful magic seal effect.

It can help you suppress it while storing energy, and release it all at once when needed.

The longer the storage time, the more violent and shocking the destructive power released when the scope is removed.

You can hide it as a trump card.”

While speaking, Zuo Si took out a silver lens tube made of magic metal, which could be fixed on one eye and had a telescopic function.

It is only the size of an eye socket, and comes with aiming, magnifying, farsightedness and true seeing effects. It can be used to cover the scary eye so that outsiders cannot see clearly what is going on inside.

The moment Lantis placed this little thing on the eye socket, tiny tentacles suddenly extended from the end of the lens tube, directly connecting with the skin and the underlying muscles, and fixed it in less than half a minute.

After a short period of adjustment, he immediately praised in a slightly excited tone: "Not bad! Now I can see farther, aim more accurately, and will no longer be disturbed by illusions and transformation magic. Master, you should have given it to me earlier."

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's not too late now. Well, go and do your thing. I'll summon you again if I need you."

"As you wish!"

Lantis placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then cast a teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.

Like Davian, he also has the ability to perform advanced teleportation spells unlimited times every day, so he does not need to be with his master all the time and can be available at any time.

After sending his followers away, Zuo Si turned around and cast his gaze towards Visharon, who was emitting a huge aura of resentment in the center of the Soul-Fixing Formation, and asked with a half-smile, "What should I do with you now?"

"Hahahaha! Do you think I still care about these things now? You took away my chance to become a god!

It took away my lifelong dream! It even took away my life, leaving me with only this broken soul state! Anyway, I have nothing left, so I have nothing to fear. "

Velsharoon laughed maniacally, not trying to hide his emotions at all.

In other words, he foresaw his own doomed future.

Since things have gotten so bad that they can't get any worse, there is naturally nothing to be afraid of.

"No, dear Velsharoon, do not give up on yourself.

You haven't actually reached the point where you are completely at the end of your rope and there is no hope.

At least I have the ability to regenerate your broken soul in another form.

But the problem is, all of this comes at a price.

Are you ready to pay the price?"

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si instantly transformed into a giant devil in a unique form, emitting terrifying evil and majesty from head to toe.

Especially the two eyes whose pupils emitted different colors of light, which instantly fixed Visharon in place and made him unable to move.

Through these eyes, this legendary wizard who was born as a red robe wizard and almost became a new god reviewed his sinful life in less than a minute.

This included poisoning, assassination, framing and spreading rumors during his apprenticeship, as well as the indirect deaths of tens of thousands of civilians when competing with Sazastan for the position of Chief of the Necromancer Department, as well as the living consumables who howled in pain in the cruel necromancy experiments.

Without a doubt!

The evil of Visharoon has already penetrated into his bones and even deep into his soul. He is the kind of ruthless character who is no less powerful than a high-level devil even if thrown into hell.

Most importantly, he was very aware of the "evil" he had committed, but he did not feel the slightest bit of remorse, regret or guilt.

It is for this reason that its soul has extraordinary value.

Coupled with the knowledge and cosmic truths gleaned during the Apotheosis Ceremony, as well as his own spellcasting ability and magic level at the same level as Sazastan, he could try to create a whole new kind of devil based on this.

"Devil...devil? You are a big devil from Baator Hell!"

Visharon's expression suddenly changed.

Because he had been staying in the easternmost city of Jindrank in the continent of Faerun for many years, he knew very little about the situation on the distant west coast. He was more concerned about what happened in Sel, so he had no idea about Zuo Si's situation.

All we know is that this person is the chosen one of both the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease, and that he possesses some frightening powers.

As for accepting the invitation to become the crown prince of Hell, not to mention Visharon, even Sazastan might not be clear about it.

Otherwise, the latter would definitely ask for a contract to be signed when the transaction was made.

After all, the whole universe knows that the devil is one of the creatures that abides by contracts the most.

They may use deception, lies, seduction, etc. to make mortals voluntarily hand over their souls, but as long as the terms are written in black and white, they will definitely fulfill them 100%.

Zuo Si, who was half dragon and half devil and over four meters tall, grinned and revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said meaningfully: "You seem surprised? In fact, this is no secret for a long time.

The gods know, Elminster and other chosen ones of the goddess of magic know, and some of those who have signed a contract with me know as well.

Now is the time to make a choice that will determine your fate! Either you become a snack for the Chaos Hound Kozef, or you sign a contract with me and serve Hell.

I believe you should be able to feel that the power of the Soul-Fixing Array is becoming weaker and weaker as the divine power disappears, and it will completely lose its effect in one or two hours at most.

Even if Kozef doesn't eat you then, your broken soul will instantly shatter into pieces and disappear from this world forever.

That is not death in the ordinary sense, but the complete annihilation of the soul.

As a legendary wizard specializing in necromancy, you should know exactly what that means."

"You destroyed everything I had! And now you want me to submit to you and be your dog?"

Velsharon jumped up suddenly, his tone filled with strong resentment, anger and hatred.

Signing a contract to serve Hell sounds like a good option.

At least it's much better than being eaten by Kozef and having your soul torn into pieces and disappearing completely.

But he knew very well that once the contract was signed, according to the rules of Baator Hell, his soul would 100% belong to the enemy before him.

This means that even if one is reincarnated as a devil, he is nothing more than a slave controlled by the other party.

That's right!

Just a slave!

Due to their lawful evil tendencies and the laws and rules formulated on this basis, higher-level devils have overwhelming and absolute dominance over lower-level devils.

When he thought about having to endure humiliation and serve his enemy for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years in the future, Visharoon couldn't help but think that it would be better to end it just like that.

Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed the other party's thoughts, and deliberately pretended to be "I'm doing this for your own good" and advised: "Don't say such harsh words.

I am actually a pretty good boss and master. At least I can clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments.

Working under me is much better than working under any other devil.

Only by being alive can there be hope and future.

No matter how much you hate me, dislike me, or want to kill me, you have to at least keep yourself alive before you can make a comeback, right?

What's more, the devil is immortal, and you have enough time to accumulate strength and plan revenge.

I promise to use your soul to transform a higher-level devil, not the lowest-level lesser devils."

"I want to see the contents of the contract first!"

Visharon struggled for a long time, but in the end his strong desire to survive prevailed.

How could a person like him who is used to being selfish be willing to accept the complete destruction of his soul?

Whenever there is a chance, we must find ways to struggle.

"no problem!"

Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, creating out of thin air a devil's contract scroll more than two meters long, filled with densely packed words and complex clauses.

Visharon knew that he didn't have much time left, so he immediately leaned over and began to read word by word, using everything he had learned throughout his life to understand the meaning of each word and sentence in the context.

It was a full half hour later that he signed his name at the end of the contract with slightly trembling fingers.

The next second...

A mark from the hell of Baator instantly appeared deep in the soul of the chest.

Likewise, Zuo Si also obtained the authority clearly stated in the contract to dispose of and modify the property at will.

"What should I do now? If I leave the range of the magic circle, I will be torn into pieces immediately. There is no way I can cross the plane to report to Baator Hell."

Visharon was visibly nervous, and very obvious cracks appeared in his soul.

Because he could feel that the power of the Soul-Fixing Array was declining at an unimaginable speed.

"Don't worry. I am the Lord of the Ninth Plane. I don't need to go to Hell to transform a soul into a devil. I can complete the first step here."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his fingers, which were as sharp as dragon claws, and slowly inserted them into the opponent's heart, injecting the sacred energy obtained from squeezing the fallen soul into it.

In the blink of an eye, Visharoon's soul was slowly glued together by the energy. At the same time, the evil nature in his soul was stimulated to the maximum, and it began to slowly become dark and twisted, causing great pain.

“Aa…

The shrill screams continued to echo in this unknown cave.

Under the influence of extreme pain, the amazing energy contained in memory and personality is gradually squeezed out, leaving only the most evil, selfish, cold and cruel part of the soul's essence.

When Visharoon's consciousness began to become dazed, dull, and sluggish, and he even lost the ability to think, Zuo Si grabbed him in his palm and kept squeezing and tearing him, and finally opened the portal to Baator Hell and threw himself directly into one of the deep pits that specifically hatched inferior demons.

The next second...

Bang! With a muffled sound, Velsharoon's soul instantly hit the ground, killing hundreds of newly hatched little demons.

Almost at the same time, the corpses of the dead inferiors were quickly devoured by it, and then gathered together to form a huge egg.

After a while, a devil over two meters and five centimeters tall, with the appearance of a skinny humanoid creature, opened the shell and walked out.

He has the same red and hard skin as most demons, a tail that is almost as thick as his body, a pair of disproportionately large wings, and two horns on his forehead that point backwards and are slightly curved.

But the difference lies in the endless greed and hunger in the eyes, and the behavior of constantly absorbing magical energy from the surrounding environment.

Obviously, this guy is the new type of devil that Zuo Si transformed using Visharoon's soul - the spell-breaking devil.

As the name suggests, his most powerful ability is that he can destroy the enemy's magic, divine arts, and even large-scale magic rituals composed of many casters by forcibly extracting magical energy.

When the spell's energy is fully absorbed, the spellbreaker can choose to copy the spell and release it, or store the energy to help himself and other companions recover spell slots.

If there are several spellbreakers on the battlefield, it will be an absolute nightmare for the enemy's spellcaster army.

The positioning of this kind of devil is the same as that of the Hell Fiend and the Insect Demon. They are all the highest-level devils at the pinnacle of the ecological evolution of hell. They have the ability to cast nine-ring and even legendary spells, and are not restricted by spell slots.

Whenever an enemy or an ally uses magic, the spellbreaker draws power from it to cast any known spell.

In addition, any magic that is successfully copied will be automatically added to the spell list.

The only drawback is that the conditions for successfully transforming a spell-breaking demon are quite harsh.

First, the soul must have reached at least the level of a LV25 legendary spellcaster before death, and mastered enough magical knowledge and spells;

Secondly, he must have an endless desire for magical power and a strong possessiveness; finally, he must be extremely evil, cold-blooded, and cruel, and must never have emotions such as regret, intolerance, and pity.

Obviously, the Spell-Breaking Demon is definitely not something that can be mass-produced.

Instead, it needs to be carefully selected and even carefully cultivated until the time is right for harvesting.

"Owner..."

After transforming into a devil, Visharoon was teleported directly from the deep pit, bent down and bowed deeply to his lord.

Although he lost a lot of memory during the transformation process, he still remembered that the big devil in front of him was his enemy, and he still showed strong resistance and hatred emotionally.

However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this. Suddenly, without any warning, he reached out his hand and pressed it on the other person's forehead.

Before Visharon could react, he activated the power of the spark and turned it into a card.

hostility?

hatred?

Plotting revenge?

Doesn't exist!

Zuo Si would never keep such a traitor around him.

Although various guarantees were given in the contract, there was no mention of anything related to the mages.

Velsharoon obviously suffered from insufficient intelligence and didn't even know what a planeswalker was.

When reading the contract, he focused all his attention on whether he could retain his memory and personality, and the treatment he would receive after becoming a devil.

Little did he know that the young man's greatest and most important power had never come from Baator, but from his growing spark as a planeswalker.

Glancing at the densely packed descriptions and abilities on the cards in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Enemy? I'm the best at turning enemies into friends! From now on, you just have to honestly contribute your intelligence and abilities to serve my ambitions and desires."

As the last word came out of his mouth, he waved his hand to close the inter-dimensional portal to hell, and at the same time released several extremely destructive spells, completely wiping out the entire cave and the soul-fixing formation, leaving no trace.

When I finished all this and was about to leave, a divine light suddenly fell from the sky.

"Thoth! Explain to me what the hell you are doing? What's with this lich and god of necromancy that suddenly appeared?"

You don't need to ask to know that Midnight has come to call for an explanation.

After all, in her opinion, the new god of magic, Jebido Turan, was completely created out of thin air by Zuo Si to share his power. His nature was extremely bad and he was simply making trouble.

You have to know that when this third-generation magic goddess was a mortal, she hated the evil and cruel necromancy magic and related research the most.

Seeing the other party's angry look, Zuo Si spread his hands innocently: "This matter cannot be blamed on me. If you want to find you, you should go to His Majesty Aio, the God of Gods. He is the real manipulator behind the scenes."

"What's the meaning?"

Midnight was suddenly dark.

She had no idea what the sudden appearance of the new god had to do with the God above Gods.

"well--"

Zuo Si sighed slightly and explained, "Don't you realize that your excessive inclination towards goodness has caused strong dissatisfaction among the gods and mortal spellcasters in the evil camp?

You should know that the Goddess of Magic is the most important god in the world of Toril, no doubt about it.

When you are unable to perform your divine duties perfectly, the supreme Majesty Io must take action to strike a balance.

The easiest way to do this is to promote an evil-aligned god of magic to force you to change.

The position of this new god was originally supposed to belong to Velsharoon.

But in order to confirm my guess, I specifically changed it to Jebido Turan, and found that there was no difference.

In other words, even if there were no Velsharoon or Jebido Turan, there would be Sazastan or other liches from the evil camp to occupy this position.

Since this is something that is bound to happen, why not find someone from your own family?

At least Jebido Turan doesn’t have such big ambitions, nor does he have such strong desires, and he even has a good sense of humor.”

"You mean... His Majesty Io, the God of Gods, is dissatisfied with me?"

At midnight, the pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, dilated again, and contracted again.

Her violent emotional fluctuations even caused the surrounding magic network energy to become restless.

Because in this crystal wall system, Io is the supreme creator and also the unrivaled ruler.

No other god can defy his will.

The gods had already experienced this once before during the Year of Troubles.

That inexplicable and incomprehensible restraining force can even imprison the most core abstract essence of a god.

So when Io is unhappy with a god, that god should be careful.

“There are two things that the God above Gods cares about most.

One is a relative balance, and the other is the requirement that the gods must fulfill their duties.

You might as well put your hand on your chest and ask yourself if you have really fulfilled your duties as the goddess of magic?

Magic must be neutral! But when you first took office, you made a joke by prohibiting evil gods and their followers from using the magic network.

Even in its doctrine, it advocates Elminster's absurd idea that the stronger the power, the less magic should be used, and it hates evil wizards and evil-oriented necromancy magic.

I can understand the impact that your experiences as a mortal and the second generation Magic Goddess had on you.

But the problem is that incompetence is incompetence. It exists objectively and is not affected by people's subjective consciousness.

In fact, the second generation magic goddess is also a typical representative of incompetence.

Look at how many evil mages are filled with disgust for it? And how many choose to join the Night Goddess Shar and embrace the Shadow Weave?

Did a similar situation occur when the first generation of the Magic Goddess was in power? The answer is obviously no.

In addition, the periods when the magical civilization and power of the continent of Faerun were the strongest were precisely the times when the first generation of magic goddesses was in power.

The jaw-dropping magic rituals and mythals of the elven high wizards, the splendor of Netheril's floating cities, the spectacular interdimensional portals and other creations made by Imaskar's artificers...

After her death, the second generation magic goddess took over, and the power of magic plummeted.

Even a truly magical civilization never emerged.

What's even more stupid is that when she was knocked down to the mortal world and walked as a saint, she actually tried to challenge the guardian god Heim, who was still in a complete god form. As a result, she was killed on the spot, causing the magic network to inevitably go out of control.

I sincerely suggest that you completely forget the wrong ideas you learned from Elminster, and instead follow the openness and tolerance of the first generation of magic goddesses, and look at magic from a perspective without any personal emotions.

Only in this way can you become a qualified magic goddess.

Remember, Elminster is only a mortal, and the most favored Chosen One of the extremely incompetent Second Generation Magic Goddess.

According to the idea that birds of a feather flock together, many of his ideas are simply contrary to the promotion of the development of magic.

Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I think I need to inform you of.

The wizard king Larloch is planning to restore the first magic goddess Mysriel, you'd better be careful. "

When saying this, Zuo Si did not give any face to the second-generation magic goddess and her first chosen one, Elminster. He directly tore off the halo shrouding the two of them, revealing their most unbearable and ugliest sides.

Promote the development of magic? Come on! The second generation magic goddess did not do anything to promote the development of magic, except saving the last few floating cities in Netheril that had not yet landed when she came to power.

Just the opposite!

Her reign was basically the slowest, darkest, and most chaotic period of magical development in Faerun. She spent most of her time fooling around with her chosen people, and her romantic affairs were almost comparable to those of the Goddess of Love and Beauty.

This was also the period when the Shadow Weave of Shar, the Goddess of Night, developed the fastest and had the largest number of users.

Many of the spells that are now famous and frequently used by countless wizards even came from the neighboring Grey Eagle world. The ability of magical innovation has declined to a terrible level.

Midnight was silent and his expression became extremely ugly.

Because before she became the third-generation magic goddess, she was a believer of the second-generation magic goddess, and was deeply influenced by Elminster during the turbulent years. After becoming a god, she also worked hard following the example of the second generation.

But now, suddenly someone told her that what the Second Generation and Elminster did were all wrong, and even the God of Gods, Io, was dissatisfied with her for not fulfilling her duties properly.

This undoubtedly had a huge impact on Midnight's cognition and concepts, and caused frustration in his heart.

After several minutes, she barely digested all of this. She raised her head and asked in an uncertain tone, "So what do you think I should do next?"

Zuo Si answered bluntly: "What you have to do is treat every kind of magic fairly, whether it is good or evil, order or chaos.

Encourage people to use magic more, rather than using it as little as possible.

If possible, I hope to reopen the Deep Web and allow spellcasters to gain unrestricted access like in the days of Netheril and Imaskar.

Only in this way can a more powerful magical civilization rise again on this land.

As for the rest, I will help you in my own way.”

“Okay, I think I see what you mean.

No wonder you and Elminster got into a fight.

It turns out that your thoughts and concepts are at two completely opposite extremes.

As for reopening the Deep Web, I need to go back and spend some time thinking about it carefully."

Midnight rubbed his eyebrows subconsciously and looked like he had a headache.

As the goddess of magic, she certainly couldn't be unaware of the conflict between Zuo Si and Elminster, as well as the results of several contests.

The reason for not intervening is mainly because the situation is still within controllable range.

But after today's conversation, Midnight finally realized the thoughts of the voter chosen by her.

Zuo Si even looked down on the second-generation magic goddess, let alone Elminster, who inherited her ideas.

The conflict between the two sides is not due to personal grudges, but an all-round opposition from camps to thoughts and concepts.

This kind of opposition is completely irreconcilable on the continent of Faerun and is more terrifying than a naked conflict of interest.

The latter can at least shake hands and make peace under the trend of greater interests, but the former has absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.

"There's nothing we can do. Both he and I are conceited people who think we are the only ones who are right, so confrontation is inevitable.

But please rest assured that both of us are rational and will not escalate the conflict but limit it to a certain scope.

Most importantly, we are all your voters.

It is enough to stand up and work together without hesitation when someone threatens you.”

Zuo Si expressed his position and attitude very clearly.

“That sounds really reassuring.

In that case, I won't bother you anymore.

After all, a new god of magic has appeared, and as the mother of magic, I must deal with it quickly.

You know, Talos, the god of storms, is not an easy god to get along with. I have to find a way to win Jebido Turan from him.

Goodbye, my dear voters.

Thank you for the reminder and for everything you have done for me.

I look forward to more and bigger surprises from you in the future.

This is just a small reward for you..."

After saying that, a relieved smile appeared on Midnight's face. He held Zuo Si's cheek and kissed him on the forehead.

moment!

Zuo Si felt that the barrier between himself and the deep magic net above the ninth ring had disappeared!

He can freely cast those ten-ring and eleven-ring super spells like the great arcanists of the Netheril era.

Obviously, this is the "small reward" mentioned by the Goddess of Magic, a power that is enough to drive all arcane spellcasters in the entire continent of Faerun crazy.

In Midnight's opinion, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si already had the ability to cast super spells at will without being restricted by the magic network, so it was no big deal to open up access to the deep magic network to him.

After all, if Zuo Si really succeeded in establishing a powerful magical civilization on the west coast that could rival Netheril and Imaskar, then the status and power of the Goddess of Magic would increase exponentially.

When his divine power reaches its peak, Midnight can challenge the Night Goddess Shar and annex her Shadow Magic Web.

Compared with the bright future described by Zuo Si, Elminster's approach of maintaining the status quo is obviously unattractive.

What's more, the latter are the second generation elects. Midnight, as the third generation goddess of magic, is just an inheritor of the legacy of the previous generation and respects what Elminster did during the turbulent years.

She only had one chosen one, and that was the planeswalker Zuo Si.

Unknowingly, Zuo Si had successfully exerted influence on the Goddess of Magic, causing her to no longer be so obedient to Elminster, but to have her own thoughts, ideas and ambitions.

This is important!

Because if you want to completely defeat a god's chosen people, the best way is to start from the source and change the god's view and attitude towards him.

By the time Zuo Si exited the deep magic net and opened his eyes again, Midnight had already been gone for an unknown amount of time. Only the residual warmth on his forehead proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

He raised his head to take a look at the sky which was beginning to turn white and bright. Without stopping, he waved to the Chaos Hound Kozef lying beside him, and then they released teleportation magic together and disappeared on the spot.

…

At the same time, far away on the top of the Troll Claw Mountain, due to the time difference, the sky here was already completely bright and the sun was rising from the horizon.

Sancho, who had stayed on the top of the mountain for two days and one night, was sitting on a tree, looking down at the spectacular scene of the two armies gathering together below the mountain.

Due to the existence of magic and divine arts, the military philosophy of the continent of Faerun has never advocated quantity, but rather believed that a small number of elite troops are the key to winning.

The final outcomes of many wars in history are often not determined by the huge numbers of legions, but rather by the decapitation actions of assault teams with higher professional levels.

Especially after the professional level reaches a certain level, and is equipped with a large number of magic weapons and equipment, simply piling up the numbers has no meaning.

Therefore, wars are often fought between elite troops of one to two thousand or even three to five hundred people.

Large-scale battles like Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep involving tens of thousands of people are extremely rare.

Although both sides are still gathering their troops and making various preparations, they have not started fighting immediately.

But the huge density of people in the camp has already made this rebellious son of Baal excited and thrilled.

After all, it is human nature to like watching the fun.

Large-scale wars can stimulate violent factors in the subconscious, causing emotions to become abnormally excited.

However, the fact that a big war cannot be fought does not mean that a small war cannot be fought.

In order to test the enemy's strength and to undermine the enemy's morale and boost their own morale, both sides sent out small groups of cavalry for reconnaissance.

Standing at the highest point of the tree branch, Sancho could clearly see the hobgoblin wolf riders and humans on warhorses chasing each other along the edge of the designated battlefield, shooting sharp arrows or wielding their weapons to kill each other at high speed.

Almost every few minutes, an unlucky person would fall off the mount's back, tumbling to the ground and lying motionless.

When the round of exploratory competition was over, he immediately let out a long breath, leaned on the thick branch and muttered softly: "At this rate, the decisive battle will begin in a day or two at most. What should I do if my mentor can't come back by then?"

Before he finished speaking!

The boy suddenly found several figures appearing out of nowhere halfway up the mountain and heading towards the top of the mountain.

The leader was a sturdy man with long hair and over two meters one meter tall.

Since he had studied with Zuo Si for some time and knew several sons of Baal who needed special attention, he recognized at a glance that the other person was his half-brother Aberdare.

"Damn it! How did he get to this mountain?"

Sancho immediately felt threatened.

Although he knew that the other party's main target now was Sarevok, he didn't dare to bet whether Aberdare would suddenly draw his sword and chop him after the two met.

After all, most of the Sons of Bhaal are actually influenced by the dead god of murder in some way.

Once Baal, who is planning to resurrect, finds out that a child is out of his influence and control, he will definitely choose to get rid of the child as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)