The Temple of Knowledge, the kingdom of the great god of knowledge, Oghma, is also the place that countless ambitious people, scholars, wizards and smart people most desire to visit.

Because the endless library here records all kinds of knowledge they have always dreamed of, as well as countless secrets that have disappeared in the long river of time.

If one is lucky enough to be received and instructed by Oghma himself, it would mean unimaginable wealth to any mortal.

After all, the power possessed by the God of Knowledge is not just the existing knowledge itself, but also includes the inspiration that constitutes the source of knowledge.

This is often far rarer and more precious than knowledge itself.

In other words, Oghma's most powerful aspect is that he can induce a person to transform immature ideas and fleeting sparks of inspiration into a kind of creativity, which then gives birth to new knowledge.

So whenever Zuo Si encountered a problem that he couldn't solve or was unsure about, he would always come here first to seek help from his closest ally.

At this moment, he stood in front of the other party and waited patiently as the God of Knowledge fiddled with the gem made from the fragments of the Star God.

It was obvious that Oghma was using his divine power and knowledge to observe and analyze this thing.

Judging from the strange light in his eyes, he was obviously quite interested.

To be precise, everything unknown and never seen before makes him excited and curious.

After all, this strong feeling comes from divinity.

For a god, nothing can make them happier than discovering new things within the scope of their ministry.

This is also why Zuo Si was warmly welcomed by the God of Knowledge every time he came.

In particular, the huge comprehensive laboratory in the floating city of Mutahal, which is managed by Jinjitasha, is simply a huge knowledge and technology creation center in Oghma's eyes. Countless research results of all sizes are born every day.

If he was not afraid of touching Zuo Si's sensitive nerves, he would have wanted to send an incarnation to stay there permanently, record all the knowledge and keep it in his own country's private library.

Because such research institutions are to the God of Knowledge like the relationship between the "Happy House" and Zuo Si, both can bring incomparable spiritual enjoyment.

After two or three hours of analyzing the structure of the Star God fragments, Oghma commented with interest: "It is a very interesting life form. It allows me to see the vastness and infinite possibilities of the multiverse. But do you know what this thing reminds me of?"

"What do you think of it?"

Zuo Si asked very cooperatively.

“The wild gods, also called the original beings or primordial gods by mortals, are the first beings to gain self-awareness at the beginning of the universe.

They share many similarities with the Star Gods you mentioned.

For example, the power as a source is anchored in something that ordinary people cannot understand. Another example is that they do not rely on the faith of mortals to gain power. Also, they have no concept of good and evil or sense of morality, and act completely based on personal preferences.

Of course, the difference is that the essence of the wild gods still does not exceed the scope of quasi-divine power. With the power you possess, you can completely kill them, and even completely dissolve them with the sparkling oil.

But the Star God obviously has the characteristic of being untouchable.

Although I am not quite clear about how the race called Necrons killed one of the Star Gods called Randugor the Flayer, and how they turned the other Star Gods into fragments and sealed them up.

But what is certain is that this must involve some underlying rules that only exist in that universe.

So if you want to go to war with one of these C'tan and capture them, you first have to understand what the rules are and how to exploit them.

Otherwise, even if the Shuoyou incarnation becomes more powerful, it will be difficult to restrain these powerful god-like life forms.

If you force a war, it will most likely turn into a fruitless attrition war, and your other enemies in that universe will seize the opportunity."

Oghma stated his point directly and returned the Star God fragment in his hand.

"You mean you don't suggest that I immediately start the plan to capture the complete Star God?"

Zuo Si took the gem made from the fragments of the Star God and showed a thoughtful expression.

The God of Knowledge decisively: "That's right, because your chances of winning are really not high.

I suggest you start with those star gods that have been broken.

First, get more information about them by studying the fragments, and then combine the abilities with the Shuoyou incarnation by stripping away their consciousness.

When the power of Shuoyou's incarnation reaches or approaches the level of a complete Star God, he will then attack the real Star God.

In addition, I also suggest that you should talk to the Necrons and obtain the secret of how they defeated the Star God through trade.

After all, as a planeswalker and great devil with endless resources, knowledge and technology, I think no one can refuse your offer."

Contact and trade with the Necrons?

As this thought surged from the bottom of his heart, a name that was quite well-known among the "Hammerers" suddenly emerged in Zuo Si's mind - "The Endless" Trazyn.

As the most famous collector in the Warhammer universe, the king of figures, and the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum, he can be said to be a relatively friendly member of the Necrons race, and can basically talk to anyone.

Whether it was the Grand Magus Belisarius Cawl of the Mechanicus, or Robert Guilliman as the Primarch, or the former Chaos Demigod Vashtor...

Because he made deals with humans many times to help the empire overcome difficulties, he was nicknamed "Silver Skull Captain Trazyn".

The most important thing is that as soon as this guy appears, the painting style will immediately become cheerful.

Although his fighting ability is a little weak and his personality is a little funny, he also has a strong collecting habit and even often goes to other people's homes to steal or forcibly seize the collections that interest him.

As a fellow Pokémon Master, Zuo Si felt that he and the other party should have a lot in common, and maybe they could even share what they had.

Of course, if possible, he would like to turn the "King of Figures" into his own figure.

It's a pity that this guy is very cautious. He usually sends a mechanical clone to go out and never lets his real body show up easily. Moreover, he has not yet found a way to avoid being affected by the subspace.

Ogma obviously noticed the expression on Zuo Si's face, and immediately said with a smile: "Ah, it seems that you have already come up with an idea, right?"

The latter also nodded with a smile: "Yes, I think I have found a suitable candidate for the deal. But whether he is willing to hand over such a secret involving the entire race is still unknown."

"Then I wish you in advance that you can get what you want as soon as possible.

Also, remember to let me know as soon as you have any new discoveries or progress.

I can't wait to write them all down and keep them in the library.

After all, I haven't come across such interesting knowledge for a long time."

As he said this, Oghma's eyes revealed naked and undisguised expectation.

Since forming an alliance with Zuo Si, the number of new books added to his private library in the past few years has been greater than in the past thousands or even tens of thousands of years combined.

This undoubtedly made the God of Knowledge feel unprecedentedly happy. At the same time, when this knowledge was selectively spread, it would also greatly increase the influence among certain mortals in the material plane.

As for good and evil, order and chaos, they are not a problem at all for him who is absolutely neutral.

In this regard, Ogma and Zuo Si's views and positions are almost completely consistent, with no differences at all.

In a way, they are natural friends with similar interests.

"No problem.

As soon as I get the secrets of the Star Gods from the Necrons, I will share them with you immediately.

If there's nothing else, I'll leave first.

You know, I've been very busy lately."

After saying that, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and prepared to turn around and leave.

But before he could activate the interdimensional teleportation magic, Oghma suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait! If I remember correctly, one of your descendants killed a ghost prince not long ago, right?"

"That's right. Why, is Telamante Tanshul planning to take revenge?"

Zuo Si asked back jokingly.

It is not difficult to tell from his attitude that he does not take the Ghost City seriously at all.

After all, without the support of Shar, the goddess of night, the so-called Empire of Netheril is nothing more than an ordinary floating city.

With the terrifying power possessed by the Dark Prince Graya who has awakened the Spark of the Planeswalker, he can definitely perform a good show of tearing apart the floating city with his bare hands.

“You are right.

The City of Shade has recently begun to gather strength to the south of the Anauroch Desert.

The number of troops of the Bedai barbarians alone reached more than 10,000.

There are also a large number of mages, priests and warlocks.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should be planning to attack the border town of Tivent, which has just been recaptured by the Kingdom of Cormyr.

If it were just a mortal army, it wouldn't be worth making a fuss about.

But I detected something unusual in the things transported in the City of Ghosts."

As he spoke, Ogma handed a small sealed box to Zuo Si.

Zuo Si opened it without saying anything, and found a sticky and surging black mud. He immediately frowned and asked in an uncertain tone: "What is this?"

"Have you heard of the Lost Seven?"

Ogma did not answer immediately, but asked another question.

"Of course. I think anyone who knows anything about Faerûn's history will be familiar with the Lost Seven."

Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

In fact, "The Lost Seven" is just a general term, and there is huge controversy about who the specific members are.

Some scholars believe that the god of wrath Borem and the nightmare serpent Dendar are both members of the Lost Seven Gods; others believe that the Lost Seven Gods refer to the seven people who retained some of their power through various methods when the great arcanist Karsus stole the power of the first goddess of magic, although most of them died the moment the spell succeeded.

However, the mainstream view nowadays is more in favor of the former rather than the latter.

Oghma nodded slightly and continued to speak: "Since you know the Lost Seven, you must have heard of Borem's Heart of the Swamp, right? That was the first quasi-god power that the Three Gods of Death successfully killed when they were still mortals.

In this black mud, I feel his power."

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "So Tailamante wants to use a wild god who has been dead for who knows how many years to deal with Graya?

Use quasi-god power to defeat quasi-god power?

Is he sure there's nothing wrong with his brain?

Or doesn't he know that sometimes the gap between quasi-divine powers may be greater than the gap between gods and mortals?"

"Haha, if it's just Borem, it's certainly not enough to threaten your offspring. But the question is, what if this Borem has been distorted and strengthened by divine power?"

Oghma narrowed his eyes and stared at the black mud in the box.

"You mean... Shar?"

Zuo Si poured the black mud directly into his palm, trying to feel the remaining divine power in it through the Planeswalker Spark.

As a person who is very sensitive to energy, he can distinguish the residual divine power or energy properties in any object.

But unfortunately, there is no divine power in the black mud except for the cold negative energy.

Just when Zuo Si was feeling strange about this, Ogma explained meaningfully: "Don't waste your energy. You can't find any divine power from it. Because if I were Shar, I wouldn't easily use my divine power to inject into the body of a wild god. That would leave too many handles for the enemy. Instead, I would choose to use my own priesthood to influence and distort his essence."

"But what is Shar's purpose in doing this?"

Zuo Si's eyes revealed confusion and puzzlement.

Because the attitude of the Goddess of Night towards Graya was inconsistent before.

You have to know that Shar is not a psychopath like Cyric.

Although she is dark, evil, selfish and cruel, her behavior is quite logical and consistent, and she would never change her mind overnight.

Ogma shook his head gently: "Don't ask me, I don't know either.

To be exact, no one could guess the mind of this ancient dark goddess.

But what is certain is that she has set her sights on your offspring and is trying to pull it into her arms.

I think you need to be a little more vigilant.

Also, you'd better be careful about the ongoing war between you and the orc pantheon, goblin spirits, and the spider goddess Lolth.

I have a feeling that since Shar can bring these guys together, he will definitely not let you win so easily."

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly, "Please don't worry. I have already reached an agreement with the elven and dwarven pantheons, and I have also spread a large number of spies in Faerun and the material plane. No matter what the other party does, it will not be hidden from my eyes."

After saying this, he bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the God of Knowledge, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

Oghma stood there with a slight smile on his face, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Those little guys you summoned are more than just spies. They have already caused quite a stir in many places, including Toril, the Abyss, and Shura Field."

…

At the same time, far away in the Dragon Spine Mountains north of Zhentil Keep on the Moon Sea, Thrall and the orc tribe he led had just emerged from the danger-ridden Underdark and had successfully arrived at the endless Rongma grassland.

Looking at this land which was neither barren nor rich, and was inhabited by a large number of barbarian tribes, all the orcs breathed a sigh of relief.

Because they know the most dangerous time is over.

The next thing to do is to obtain enough livestock from the locals through trade, war and plunder, and then occupy an area with abundant water and grass to start building your own home.

Of course, the reason why the Orcish Horde was able to pass through the Underdark so quickly was actually because they had the help of the Mind Flayers.

Although they also didn't know why these monsters that fed on the brains of intelligent creatures would help them.

Only Thrall understood that the mind flayers and the super brain behind them actually all obeyed Zuo Si.

The purpose is very simple, which is to protect this tribe that has broken away from the control of the orc gods to the maximum extent, and then give himself the opportunity to grow and gradually tear apart the entire orc pantheon, and finally expel Gruumsh and his lieutenants, wife, and children from the planet Toril.

But this is obviously not an easy task.

Especially after learning about the terrifying power and authority possessed by the gods of this world, Thrall knew that once exposed, he would have to face the wrath of the orc gods.

At that time, all the orcs and half-orcs in the entire plane will become his enemies.

Therefore, he had to hurry to establish a stable rear area, and then use it as a base to continue to expand outward, absorb as many small tribes as possible, and form a new culture and belief.

And Rongma Grassland is obviously the most important first step of the entire plan.

Just as Thrall was thinking about what identity and excuse to use to enter the Rongma Grassland, an orc scout suddenly ran over from a distance, panting and reporting loudly: "Chief, we found a human barbarian tribe. They are about 500 people in size, including about 130 adult warriors."

"A barbarian tribe?"

Sal was visibly stunned.

Because he obviously didn't expect that he had just walked out of the Dragon's Spine Mountains and immediately encountered the local residents.

You have to know that Rongma grassland is not an ownerless land.

When the armies of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim passed through the area in 1352 DR, the local barbarian tribes united to attack them.

Almost all intruders will be indiscriminately expelled by the barbarian tribes without exception, and the xenophobia is almost extreme.

So after briefly weighing the pros and cons, Thrall quickly made his own judgment, shouldered the heavy hammer of destruction, and ordered the guards around him: "Gather the warriors immediately. We must launch a surprise attack and quickly resolve the battle before they can react."

"Yes, sir!"

The young orc warrior quickly clenched his fists and pounded his chest, then ran back, shouting in Orcish as he ran.

After a short while, three or four hundred fully armed soldiers gathered.

Thrall, who had already established a strong personal prestige, didn't say a word and directly led these people into the barbarian tribe that was completely unprepared.

With just one encounter, they killed all the guys who dared to take up arms to resist, and then unceremoniously packed up all the property, including the prisoners, and took away.

In this way, the Orc Tribe marched northeast along the Rongma Grassland, sweeping away all the barbarian tribes along the way with their advantages in numbers, equipment and discipline.

By the time they arrived at Ilin-Ul, the easternmost town near the entrance to the Galena Mountains, they had more than 6,000 prisoners, nearly 200,000 sheep, 30,000 cattle and 6,000 horses.

The huge team was so vast that it seemed as if there was no end in sight, and it was frightening just to look at it.

In particular, thousands of elite orc warriors were transformed from infantry to cavalry, which was enough to create a crushing advantage in this wild land.

Seeing such a huge orc army suddenly appeared, the rulers of Ilinwuer town did not even think of resisting.

After obtaining the promise of personal safety through negotiations, he voluntarily opened the city gate and chose to surrender.

As a result, the Sar soldiers easily completed their set goals without bloodshed.

With the important stronghold of Ilinwuer, he could sweep across the entire Rongma grassland and join forces with Zhentil Castle and Ghost City, or he could retreat into the Vasa enclosure surrounded by mountains on three sides and backed by a large glacier.

In other words, it means firmly grasping the strategic initiative.

However, before Thrall could decide whether to advance eastward or westward first, an uninvited guest came to him.

"Hello, respected Dragon Slayer - Chief Thrall, it is a great honor to be received by you. My name is Kande Milina, and I come here on behalf of the great Tyrant of the Moon Sea - Fuzolcherbery."

A sturdy middle-aged man wearing black armor bowed politely.

"Kander Milina? Are you Fuzzlecherbury's right-hand man, the actual ruler of Raven Fortress?"

Sal had obviously heard of the other person's name.

Because this person is not an unknown person, but holds a pivotal position in Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim.

Although he may be far inferior to Xi Manmeng, the head of the Dark Intelligence Network, he can still firmly occupy the core of power in the second tier.

You should know that Raven Fortress is located on the northern slope of the Dragon's Spine Mountains, guarding the only passage to the south from the Rongma Grassland. The number of permanent troops alone reaches 2,500.

In addition, there were two hundred priests, scribes, servants and spies, and nearly six hundred civilians who settled here to provide services for the army.

Its importance is self-evident.

This can be seen from the fact that Fuzzelcherberry has always served as the nominal supreme commander.

The one who can become the actual controller of this fortress must be a close confidant of the Moon Sea Tyrant, and his loyalty and ability must be impeccable.

Especially after the secret war with Ghost City broke out, Raven Fortress became the strongest line of defense of Zhentil Castle to resist the opponent's attack.

Kandé Mili nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes, it's me.

In fact, my spies discovered you from the moment we walked out of the Dragon Spine Mountains and entered the Rongma Grassland.

But what I didn't expect was that you and your tribe could sweep through so many barbarian tribes in such a short time.

Now you are the undisputed master of this area, and no force can stop the orc army from conquering it."

"so what?"

After figuring out the important identity of the man in front of him, Sal pretended to be nonchalant and continued to test him.

"The great Tyrant of the Moon Sea wishes to speak to you about cooperation.

He is very happy to recognize your rule over the entire Rongma grassland.

But the prerequisite is that you must become an ally of Zhentil Keep, or even join the Zhentarim to become one of them.

Of course, in return, you and your tribe can obtain salt, food, weapons and magic items through trade."

Kandal Milina laid out his terms bluntly.

Obviously, he completely regarded Thrall as one of those traditional orc chieftains who were insidious, cunning, cruel, and selfish, and wanted to pull him into his camp in this way.

Because Zhentil Keep is currently confronting Ghost City, it has no strength to deal with this suddenly emerging orc force.

If left unchecked, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous if the enemy went directly south to occupy or plunder the coastal trading city-states.

Therefore, Fu Zolcherberna wanted to stabilize this group of powerful orcs first, and then deal with the latter after resolving the dispute with the Ghost City.

Of course, it would be even better if we could use this group of orcs to deal with the Ghost City.

This is also the reason why he was so generous to give away the entire Rongma grassland.

Anyway, this grassland was not under the control of Zhentil Keep, but belonged to the barbarian tribes that were against them.

Why not take advantage of the situation and do a favor to gain an ally?

"You mean, Zhentil Castle will support us in completely occupying the entire Rongma Grassland?"

Thrall obviously smelled an opportunity to take advantage of the opponent, and leaned forward slightly with an interested look on his face.

Kande Milina responded without hesitation: "That's right. We not only support you in conquering the entire Rongma grassland, but we will also pay to buy the barbarians you captured, as well as various furs, livestock, dairy products and dried meat."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch. What obligations do I have to fulfill when I get these things?"

Sal asked calmly.

As a natural leader, he is not one of those short-sighted people who would be tempted by small profits. He knows that the other party buys barbarian captives most likely to take them back to be domesticated as slaves.

Men would be reduced to gladiators, soldiers, and guards under the repeated torture of whips and magic; women would become playthings of the powerful, or thrown to orcs, gnolls, ogres, demons, etc. for breeding, and then give birth to a large number of mixed-race children with special talents, and then train them to become qualified assassins, spies, mages, warlocks, and warriors.

As a typical example of the evil camp in Faerun, the slave industry in Zhentil Castle has already developed very maturely.

It may not be comparable to the Red Wizard-ruled Cyre in scale, but it is definitely better in other aspects.

"It's simple. You just need to provide a certain number of troops when Zhentil Keep needs help. Don't worry, we won't force you to attack enemies that are too powerful. You can choose your own target and direction of attack."

As he said this, a hint of subtle sinisterness and cunning flashed in Kand Milley's eyes.

Because according to the fine traditions of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, once an alliance is formed, it means that it will inevitably be infiltrated from all sides.

It won't be long before they can swallow each other whole in this way.

In particular, mages and priests who were sent out as "advisors" and "counselors" often used spells for charm control.

For example, the chief of a tribe suddenly fell madly in love with a female mage sent by the Zhentarim, or the female councillor of a town was seduced by a young and handsome man. These are basically similar situations.

"Okay, I agree to your terms. From now on we are allies."

Sal stood up and stretched out his right hand.

“I wish us a pleasant cooperation!”

Kand Milina quickly stretched out his right hand and shook it tightly with the other party, forcing a hypocritical smile on his face.

Obviously, he had not yet realized what kind of people he was dealing with, and what kind of storm would be set off if he allowed this orc tribe to gain a foothold in the Rongma grassland.

But for Thrall, reaching an alliance with Zhentil Keep meant that he no longer had to worry about external threats and could develop boldly in both the east and west directions.

In a few months at the least, or a year or two at the most, the number of orcs under his command would quickly swallow up small tribes and expand to hundreds of thousands or even more.

With this population, it would be a natural thing to establish an orc kingdom with strong lawful tendencies.

Just as Thrall was gaining a foothold in Illinwuer, the northern city of Tivendon, a major city in the Kingdom of Cormyr, was now under complete martial law and on war alert.

Just a few days ago, the army of Shade had crossed the Anauroch Desert and the Rocklands and reached the gap between the Stormhorn Mountains and the Desert Mouth Mountains west of the city.

Even though they were just some nomadic cavalry composed of Bedai barbarians and had no siege capability at all, anyone who was not a fool could realize that this was a sign that Ghost City was about to launch a war.

After all, the only place in the entire Anauroch Desert suitable for human survival is the area around the Shadow Sea created by the City of Ghosts.

To get to Tivanton from there, one needs to cross half of the desert, with almost no supplies along the way, and transportation can only be done by teleportation or animal power.

If it weren't for the war, no one would have the luxury of moving such a long distance in the scorching heat of the day and the cold of the night.

"Humph! Telramante and his sons finally couldn't help themselves and decided to take action."

The Dark Prince Graya stood on the top floor of the central spire of Tivanton, looking down at the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry who were setting up camp, his black pupils full of contempt.

The great arcanist “The Undead” Ovo standing nearby sneered and said sarcastically: “Isn’t this expected?

He has already openly raised the banner of reviving Netheril.

If I back down at this moment, I'd probably become a joke.

I really don't know how this guy has the nerve to stand up and represent Netheril.

You know, we old guys are not all dead yet.

Moreover, in the era of Netheril, the study of the Shadow Plane was the most inferior and despised school of thought. "

The Dark Prince obviously had no interest in this struggle for Netheril's orthodoxy. He curled his lips and said, "It doesn't matter. My sword has been thirsty for a long time, so I can take this opportunity to harvest a few more legendary wizards' souls. Besides, Telramant has so many sons. I want to see how he will react after witnessing all his sons die."

"Kill all his sons in front of him? That seems like a good idea."

There was obvious gloating in Owo's tone.

He couldn't wait to see Telemante's pain, sadness, anger and frustration.

There's no way around it, because Shade City is so unpopular in the eyes of the Great Arcanist of Netheril.

Not to mention forming an alliance with them, they are too lazy to even pay attention to them.

What's worse, people like Ovo and Larloch just couldn't stand the other side, so they personally came out to teach these shameful things a memorable lesson, letting Shade City understand that they could not represent Netheril, and were not qualified to use this name.

"Is your floating city ready for battle?"

Graya asked without turning his head.

"Of course! My floating city is hidden nearby. As long as the Ghost City dares to rush over, they will immediately taste the big gift package I prepared for them."

Owo immediately gave an affirmative answer.

After a period of development, the floating city he controlled was no longer the poor and barren it was at the beginning, but had been completely transformed into a huge floating academy and magic fortress.

There are more than 2,000 formal mages alone, and the number of apprentices has reached an astonishing 6,000.

In addition, there are construct armies, undead armies, alien creatures and elements summoned by magic, and so on.

Even Ovo himself, like other liches of the Arcane Mystic Council, was further strengthened by the baptism of the water of the Sunwell.

Although it may not be possible to suppress all the spellcasters in the entire Ghost City by one person like Larok did, it is not too difficult to achieve this goal with the help of the floating city.

The Dark Prince nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I look forward to your wonderful performance next time. If there is nothing else, please go back first. I still have some preparations to do."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Feeling the dark power permeating the surrounding environment, Ovo couldn't help but sigh slightly: "As expected of the offspring of Soth, he has become so powerful not long after birth. I wonder how powerful he will be in ten or even dozens of years. Moreover, the West Coast Empire is now becoming more and more like the Netheril in my mind."

"Ancestor, I found traces of Telramant and his sons."

A female figure dressed in gorgeous long running clothes suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

She was none other than the eldest grandson and niece of the Ovo family, and also his most promising descendant - Morisa.

"Oh? Where are they?"

Ovo's eyes lit up slightly, and his right index finger twitched slightly.

As the closest person to him, Morisa certainly couldn't have been unaware that this was a sign that the ancestors were eager to take action, so she immediately replied, "They are near the third river in the Desert Mouth Mountains. But I didn't see any trace of the Ghost City. I don't know whether they didn't drive the floating city over or hid it."

"Without the floating city? How could a coward like Telramant take such a risky move?"

Ovo's tone was full of contempt for the Supreme City Lord.

But it's not all about personal emotions.

For by the end of the Age of Netheril, Telamante was renowned for his caution and timidity.

The fact that he later hid in the shadow plane for thousands of years fully proved this point.

"I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what happened. But what is certain is that they have gathered a considerable force, and it seems that they really intend to launch an attack."

Morisa showed a helpless expression.

It's not that she didn't try hard, but the number of enemies was too large, and there were several legendary wizards. If she got any closer, she would be discovered.

"That is to say, Telramante must have prepared some kind of trump card, and he believes that this trump card can help him win the war."

Owo had undoubtedly seen through this young man long ago and guessed it almost exactly at once.

Morissa frowned and questioned, "Trump card? What kind of trump card makes him think he can defeat a powerful quasi-god? And the heir of Lord Soth? Moreover, even if he wins, what will happen? Does he dare to kill the Prince of Darkness to avenge his son?

If the City of Ghosts really did this, it would mean that they would face the most terrible doomsday judgment."

Because of her dealings with Zuo Si, Morisa thought she knew the character of this emperor of the West Coast Empire and lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell very well.

She simply couldn't imagine what crazy action Zuo Si would take if Graya really died at the hands of Telamante.

But Ovo scoffed at this, sneering and asserting: “Talamante certainly doesn't have the courage to kill the Prince of Darkness.

Not only did he not dare, even the most ancient dark goddess behind him did not dare.

After all, the bloody lessons of Xirik and Baal are still there.

If I'm not mistaken, the City of Ghosts should want to capture Graya and then negotiate with Soth to obtain conditions that are favorable to itself.

As for what trump card Telamante has that makes him dare to initiate the attack, I think it is nothing more than summoning a certain wild god or reaching an agreement with the demon lord in the abyss.

You have to understand that Soth has been causing a lot of trouble to the Abyss recently, and many lords who have suffered huge losses because of this hate him to the core."

"So what you mean is..."

Morissa raised her head and stared into Ovo's eyes, waiting for the ancestor to give orders.

"Go in person and deliver this message to the Mage Tower in Athkatra. It would be best if you could meet Soth himself, but even if you can't, just tell his subordinates."