The deposit is also called "life money" among adventurers and mercenaries in the continent of Faerun.

Normally, the potential danger of a commission or task can be judged by the amount of deposit paid by the employer.

Because generally speaking, in order to prevent the hired person from running away with the money, the deposit is often only enough to replenish some weapons and armor, purchase a small amount of magic potions and tools, as well as food, accommodation, supplies, etc. along the way.

Only when the task is completed can you get the real reward.

But there are some exceptions, that is, the employer knows that the task he entrusts is very dangerous and needs to pay a high price to attract truly capable people.

Therefore, a deposit of a dozen or even dozens of gold coins means that you don't need to worry too much about your life. At most, you just need to be careful when encountering a battle.

But if the deposit amount reaches hundreds of gold coins, it most likely means that there is some conspiracy behind it, which may be related to some local thieves guild, gangs, or powerful families. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out in the mutual oppression of several forces.

As for such a huge sum of money as 5,000 gold coins in one breath, it will only happen when the enemy is a lich or a dragon.

In fact, not long ago, when Dumbledore and Grindelwald killed an adult green dragon, the client only paid a deposit of 3,000 gold coins.

So when the bag of five thousand gold coins was thrown onto the bar, the entire tavern instantly became quiet.

Some people were staring at the heavy leather bag that was emitting golden light with greedy, hot and longing eyes, while others were constantly looking between Codlin and the two old men, trying to confirm the identities of both parties.

After all, anyone who can come up with a deposit of 5,000 gold coins in one go is definitely not an ordinary person, and the same goes for those he values.

Especially Grindelwald's extremely proud and conceited temperament from head to toe, as well as his rebellious eyes, are exactly the same as other professions' stereotypes of powerful wizards.

Sudden!

Someone near the entrance of the tavern shouted, "Oh my God! I recognize these two people! They are the dragon slayer who killed the green dragon, Evan Kaboth, in Yulin Town in the Moon Sea not long ago!"

"What? Dragon slayers! No wonder someone is willing to hire them for a deposit of 5,000 gold coins."

"Gods be upon you! If someone gave me five thousand gold coins, I would take the money and run away without a second thought, find a remote village or town to settle down and live out the rest of my life in comfort."

"Hahaha! Me too. This money is enough to buy a piece of land and marry a beautiful and capable village woman."

"Look at how little you have achieved. I'm a dragon slayer. I've made a fortune just by raiding the green dragon's lair. How could I do such a shameful thing for just 5,000 gold coins?"

"That's right. Didn't you hear that man call them the great wizards from Athkatla? That's the capital of the West Coast Empire, a real magic city and a capital of gold coins. I heard that even the civilians living there can earn more than a dozen gold coins every month. Maybe they don't come out to take risks for money."

"You are right. I have been to Athkatla, and it is incredibly rich. But the common people in the city are not ordinary people, or it is impossible for ordinary people to endure such terrible and fierce competition."

"I totally agree. Only smart people or even geniuses have a chance to gain a foothold and survive in the capital of the West Coast Empire. Otherwise, it won't be long before they are crushed by the high cost of living. It is said that the current proportion of permanent residents who can perform zero-ring tricks has reached an astonishing 34%, with one in every three people being a spellcaster."

"You...are you kidding me? More than one-third of a population of two to three million can cast spells? This is too much!"

"No, it's not an exaggeration, it's the truth. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it for yourself. Anyway, Mith Dranor has opened a direct airship, and it doesn't cost much to buy a ticket."

"If he really is a great wizard who owns a wizard tower, his assets would usually start at millions of gold coins."

"Damn! These mages are so rich!"

…

While the guests in the tavern were discussing this, Dumbledore reached into his leather pocket and took out a gold coin with the profile of the goddess of wealth, Woking, printed on it. He calmly asked, "Who do you represent? Lady Silence of the Kingdom of Cormanthor? Or Evermeet, the Harpers, or some other force?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you too much about this.

You know, with the defeat of Ghost City and the fact that the Anauroch Desert was suddenly replaced by dense jungles and grasslands overnight, the situation around the Moon Sea has become extremely tense.

Add to that the sudden rise of the orc tribe in the Rongma grassland, and you never know when a war will break out.

In addition, the Zhentarim's spies everywhere are also a huge threat.

Maybe there are one or two of them among the guests in this tavern right now."

While speaking, Codlin looked around in a very covert manner, as if looking for a potential spy.

But his attitude did not let the cunning and knowledgeable Dumbledore relax his vigilance.

Because of his long adventures in the continent of Faerun, he has witnessed various conspiracies and tricks, including honey traps.

Sometimes some powerful creatures who are bored, such as dragons, vampire lords, liches, etc., will even hire adventurers and mercenaries to kill them.

Then, you can play with your opponent through mazes, traps, and your monsters, and enjoy the feeling of manipulating and controlling the fate of others.

So in Dumbledore's eyes, employers of unknown origin are sometimes more dangerous than enemies.

Out of caution, he subconsciously exchanged glances with his old lover next to him.

Grindelwald then took over the conversation and responded directly: "No problem, we accept this commission. But how can I contact you after it is completed?"

"Don't worry, I will contact you. One last reminder, you'd better be careful. Because this group of orcs is very different from the traditional ones who only know how to burn, kill and loot. Especially their chieftain, Thrall."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Codlin stood up and walked out of the tavern. During the whole process, he didn't even look at the big bag of gold coins on the bar.

Even the other guests were shocked by the attitude of treating money as dirt.

After all, it was not fifty gold coins, nor five hundred gold coins, but a full five thousand gold coins.

Many poorer nobles did not know whether the net profit of their territories could reach this figure in a year.

But now, some people actually throw it to others casually like five copper coins.

"Humph! This guy must be hiding something."

Grindelwald picked up a handful of golden coins, weighed them, and then put them back.

"Isn't this the adventure we were looking for?

You know, I have never been to the Far North.

We took this opportunity to go to Rongma Grassland and head north, through the Galena Mountains into Vaasa, to admire the most spectacular glacier in the world.

Then you can continue eastward to experience Cyre, which is ruled by the Red Robe Wizard, and the birthplace of another magical civilization, the Imaskar Empire."

When saying this, Dumbledore's tone was full of excitement and anticipation.

You know, for old people with a lot of experience, the most terrifying thing is not the continuous aging of the body, but being too familiar with everything around them and no longer having the curiosity, freshness and desire to explore that they had when they were young.

Gradually, they will begin to lose interest in the whole world, and even live numbly every day without a strong desire to survive.

To some extent, Dumbledore used to be such a person.

But now, he just wanted to travel through this world full of unknowns for him, to appreciate the scenery and customs along the way, to unearth the remains of lost ancient civilizations, and to learn completely different systems of magic theory knowledge and interesting spells.

"In that case, let's enjoy this journey."

Grindelwald saw through his old lover's thoughts at a glance, stood up and dragged the drunk Van Swick to the guest room on the second floor.

Dumbledore took out a magic map in a very covert manner and tried to track Codlin's location.

But unfortunately, the other party had apparently cast a spell on himself that blocked the detection of prophetic magic, so no useful information could be found.

In fact, during the conversation just now, he had been using some tricks to explore the other party's memory and thoughts, but they were all intercepted without exception.

It is not known whether he is wearing the corresponding magic items, or he has resistance to this or has performed magic stabilization.

But even so, this temptation also indirectly illustrates a problem, that is, Codlin is consciously taking precautions.

This is obviously not something a "normal" employer would do.

Either he is deliberately hiding something from outsiders, or this commission itself is a trap.

But the more dangerous it was, the more exciting and interesting Dumbledore found it, and he had no intention of backing down at all.

On the other side, in a tree house far to the north of Mith Drano, which had just regained some vitality, Codrin was kneeling on one knee to report to a man who was completely hidden in darkness: "I have hired the three-person team as you requested. However, they are very cautious and it may be difficult for them to act as planned."

“It doesn’t matter.

As long as they are willing to accept the commission, my plan will be half successful.

As for the rest, just improvise.

You have to understand that the orc tribe in Rongma Grassland has begun to get a little out of control.

Not long ago, the chieftain who called himself Thrall killed a capable subordinate whom I sent to monitor.

Do you know what this means?"

The man hiding in the darkness asked bluntly.

"Meaning that he is trying to break free from your control and infiltrate you?"

Codlin raised his head and asked back in an uncertain tone.

"No! Idiot! This means that the other party thinks that he is already strong enough and there is no need to pretend to be nice to me anymore.

That orc chieftain had no real intention of cooperating with us from the beginning.

It is simply taking advantage of the time we have freed up from the confrontation with the Ghost City to grow and expand.

He clearly had his own goals and was convinced that he could win even if he went to war.

The most important thing is that this guy is completely different from other orc chiefs.

He was not keen on plundering and conquering, nor had the slightest interest in fame. Instead, he cleared out all the priests and believers of the orc gods from within.

You should know that this kind of strange situation is the first time that it has happened in the continent of Faerun.

Also, do you know what kind of people are the most terrifying in this world?

Not those ambitious guys who desire knowledge, wealth, power, women and strength, but idealists who have broken away from vulgarity and begun to pursue spiritual and even soul satisfaction.

The gods are completely detached from reality, pursuing their ideals to the extreme and achieving self-sublimation. "

When the man said this, his tone was clearly full of vigilance and fear.

Because in his eyes, all of Thrall's actions were clearly aimed at one thing, which was to establish a country that was free from the control of the orc gods.

Then, using this country as the foundation, I will complete the transformation from a mortal to a god."

"Wh…what? Conferring the Gods!

Is he crazy?

Given the powerful strength of the Orc pantheon, even if one managed to ignite the spark of divinity and become a demigod, it would probably be difficult to escape the hunt from the Orc gods.

They will never stand by and watch the foundations of their faith being torn apart.”

Codlin's tone was filled with uncontrollable shock and disbelief.

Anyone with a little knowledge of theology and religion knows that the orc god Gruumsh is a petty and vengeful god.

Not to mention things like tearing apart the foundation of faith, priesthood and absolute control over the orc race, which involves the core interests of the gods, they still hold a grudge against the fact that they blinded one eye in a fight with the elven god Corellon, and often send their armies of believers to invade the elven kingdom.

The two main battlefields of the Orc pantheon are the battle between them and the goblin gods in Shura Field, and the other is the elven kingdom of Arvandor.

So Codrin simply couldn't imagine how crazy and furious Gruumsh would become if an orc really became a god in this way.

By then, a war between gods that will destroy everything will 100% break out.

"That's why I have to find out his true intentions and prepare in advance, instead of listening to some idiots' advice and going to war directly."

The man suddenly raised his gloved right hand and slammed it on the table.

The latter instantly shattered into pieces under the violent impact and turned into a pile of broken wood.

Ke Delin was obviously startled by this action, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to ask, "But I still don't quite understand why we have to look for those two people? Is there something special about their identities?"

"Because they all have a very close relationship with Thors, and Thors is a mortal enemy of the orc gods. Since the situation is completely beyond our control, we might as well drag him into it."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the man who had always been hiding in the shadows finally stood up and walked out. He was none other than the famous "Moon Sea" tyrant and the chosen one of the god of tyranny, Bane - Fuzol Chamberlain.

I'm afraid the outside world would never sneak imagine that he dared to into the capital of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor so quietly.

You should know that the ruler here is now Silinxi, who is known as the most powerful mortal wizard. Combined with the silver fire bestowed upon the chosen by the goddess of magic, he is basically unrivaled in this level.

She was perfectly capable of killing Fuzzol Chamberlain if she wanted to.

What's more, in addition to Sirinsi, Elminster, Storm Silverhand and many high-level elven wizards from Evermeet have also gathered in Myth Drannor to help repair the huge magical maze and restore its former prosperity and wealth.

However, compared with these old rivals who are already familiar with each other, Fuzol Chamberlain is obviously more wary of Sal, a potential enemy about whom he knows almost nothing.

"Got it! Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them."

Codlin bowed his head deeply and made a solemn promise.

"Very good. Be careful not to act rashly, and don't try to interfere with their schedule unnecessarily."

After saying that, Fuzor Chamberlain activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

As soon as he left, Codrin used transformation magic to change his face into another one. Then, without saying a word, he wiped out all traces of the surroundings and left quickly, disappearing in the complex streets of Myth Dranor.

Facts have proved that this decision is extremely correct.

Because less than a minute after the Moon Sea Tyrant's right-hand man left, two elven wizards appeared out of thin air through teleportation.

Without asking, we know that they must have sensed the magical teleportation with the help of the power of the maze, so they came here specially to take a look.

But in the end, basically no useful information was found except an empty, dilapidated house.

Early the next morning, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Van Swick set out on their journey to Rongma Grassland.

Although the Trade Alliance has signed agreements with all major cities around the Moonsea, including Zhentil Keep, and has regular airship flights that can carry passengers and cargo quickly through large forests, grasslands, mountains, wilderness and other barren areas, they still choose the most traditional way of travel, which is riding and walking.

Although Sirinsi has begun to think of ways to use magic and the power of puzzles to open up a road running from north to south, connecting the city with the valley and the Moon Sea to quickly absorb more population, she has been opposed by many of her compatriots.

Because they believed that one of the biggest reasons for the previous collapse of the Kingdom of Cormanthor was that it absorbed too many selfish humans, which inevitably affected the noble elves and eventually led to their complete destruction in constant internal friction.

In particular, an elven organization called "Blade of Victory" seems to have some inexplicable hostility and hatred towards humans. It vigorously promotes elven supremacy and advocates that the Kingdom of Cormanthor should remain "pure" instead of mixing with those dirty and inferior creatures.

The most extreme family even proposed to sever the alliance with the West Coast Empire and launch a purge to wipe out all human settlements in the entire Cormanso region.

Of course, such a crazy and self-destructive proposal would naturally not be approved by Sirinhi.

But at the same time, she could do nothing about these ancient elven families that had existed since the founding of Myth Drannor.

After all, the idea of "elves' supremacy" has existed for a long time. Even when it became the overlord of the continent of Faerun ten thousand years ago, it was still a widely recognized mainstream.

It was only with the rise of the human race and their own decline caused by the Crown War that many elves born later were unable to establish an absolute sense of superiority psychologically, and thus this trend of thought subsided significantly.

However, the "Blade of Victory" obviously does not simply believe in elves, but believes that humans are nothing more than dirty beasts, worse than the monsters roaming in the wild. They do not know how to live in harmony with nature and are always destroying and destroying everything.

When Myth Dranor decided to open up to other races, these families expressed strong opposition and even went so far as to provoke social and political confrontation and conflict.

Later, it even developed to the point of reducing the human population by ruthlessly slaughtering villages and towns.

The only thing to be thankful for is that these guys are not numerous, at least they cannot become the main political force in the current Kingdom of Cormanthor, let alone get the support of Evermeet Island.

The reason is simple! As a unique existence in the entire Faerun continent, the West Coast Empire, which was built mainly by humans, stands next to it.

In addition, the two vassal states of Cormyr and Sembia geographically sandwich Cormanthor.

If the Blade of Victory is allowed to mess around in this situation, it won't be long before Myth Drannor is once again engulfed in war and reduced to ashes.

You must know that the powerful maze may be able to stop those ordinary enemies, but it is absolutely impossible to stop the West Coast Empire with many spellcasters, legendary liches and dragons.

Not to mention that Zuo Si, the planeswalker and devil prince, can also draw forces from other planes and time and space, including Baator Hell.

Therefore, in Sirinxi's opinion, every member of the "Blade of Victory" organization is mentally ill. Their rationality has long been swallowed up by arrogance, prejudice and hatred, and they have no idea of the situation at all.

But the problem is that whether out of solidarity or to prevent the other party from going to extremes, she can't simply and rudely drive people away.

"Damn it! If I had known that being a queen would mean facing so many troubles every day, I shouldn't have agreed to it."

Staring at the table full of things that needed to be dealt with, Silinxi finally couldn't help but break down and complain loudly.

You have to know that she was not the kind of person who could calm down and deal with complicated and chaotic government affairs, otherwise she would not have chosen to go out alone.

"Calm down, dear teacher.

Most of what you have to deal with now has already been shared by others.

And I don't think it's hard work to spend only four hours a day governing the country.

Here, here are the details of the Victory Blade organization you requested earlier."

Elminster, who had just walked in from outside, threw a piece of parchment written in elvish on the table, with a hint of gloating in his tone and eyes.

After all, it is very rare to see the "invincible Silinxi" looking so anxious.

"Oh? You've done it so quickly?"

Silinxi sat up straight suddenly, picked up the parchment and read it carefully, and soon her brows furrowed.

Elminster lit up his beloved pipe and replied while puffing smoke: "The Blade of Victory is a very loose and not very secretive organization. Because their goal is to make all elves agree with their ideas and eventually drive humans out of the elves' land or completely kill them all, it is impossible to keep it completely secret like some secret organizations. And they have no plans to do so."

"So the Blade of Victory was originally initiated and established by five elven families? They have been inciting opposition and conflict since the establishment of Myth Drannor and the opening of it to humans? The subsequent political chaos and power struggles also started from this?"

When talking about this, there was a flash of anger in Silinxi's eyes, and even one of her hands was clenched into a fist.

Elminster smiled bitterly and nodded: "Basically correct.

However, they really went to extremes and began to take action themselves during the Weeping War that led to the destruction of Myth Drannor in 711-714 DR.

Prior to this, the Blade of Victory merely observed and recorded the crimes committed by so-called humans, and then strongly criticized and condemned them on a moral level.

In other words, it's all talk and no action.

But this terrible war created a strong sense of crisis in them. They believed that they had to fight for the survival of the elven race, and then they dispersed into small groups and made plans to massacre human settlements.

In 757 DR, they announced their first victory, by killing thousands of people in an entire town, regardless of gender, age or status, and finally setting it on fire.

Later, due to the great retreat of the elves, their sphere of influence began to spread throughout Cormanthor, the High Forest, the Moon Forest, the Adipe Forest and other areas, killing thousands of human civilians every once in a while.

The worst incident even saw them team up with an extreme Druid sect to mobilize wild beasts in the forest to rush into the city and kill tens of thousands of people.

So I suggest you be extra careful when handling this matter.

Otherwise, once control is lost, the consequences will be disastrous.

To be honest, I privately think that they are actually no different from the dark elves controlled by the spider goddess Rose.

It’s all the same extreme, racist, and hateful.”

After reading the detailed information about this organization, Silinxi immediately held her forehead and complained, "Goddess of Magic! Please spare me! Just the Zhentarim who are ready to make a move is giving me a headache.

Add to that a moment of victory, and life becomes unbearable.

You know what? I admire and envy South more than ever right now.

Because he saw through the essence of politics from the very beginning, took control of the highest power from the root, and then implemented his will at the national level.

Anyone or any force that attempts to oppose it will be crushed without mercy.

The reason why the West Coast Empire was able to develop rapidly and create unprecedented prosperity, and the aristocracy and bureaucracy system hardly gave rise to much corruption, was all due to this unprecedented centralization.

Moreover, he never needed to deal with complicated and tedious government affairs personally. Even if he was absent for a long time, the entire state machinery could still operate on its own, and no one dared to act rashly.

Perhaps those scholars who tout centralized power and authoritarian rule are right.

Rather than allowing a group of foolish, stupid, ignorant and short-sighted guys to participate in politics and cause great chaos and internal friction, it is better to concentrate power in the hands of a capable monarch who is above everything else.

The great success of South and the West Coast empire he built is a prime example of this.”

"Why, have you become his believer now? Or do you not understand what price you have to pay to achieve all this?"

Elminster had a half-smile on his face, and it was obvious that he didn't take the teacher's words to heart.

Because he knew that Silinxi was just envious and would not put it into actual action.

The reason is simple.

Not everyone can handle an absolute dictatorship like Zuo Si.

Not only does it require great strength, but it also requires a cold and rational brain that can discard unnecessary emotions like a machine when making decisions.

Even the closest relatives will be ruthlessly kicked out if they become a stumbling block to the development of the West Coast Empire, no matter how great their previous contributions.

In such an environment, not to mention the lower-level bureaucrats and petty nobles, even the important officials who hold great power must be extremely motivated. If they slack off even a little, they may be replaced or surpassed by the competitors behind them.

Want to play the game of monopoly and hereditary succession? Sorry, first ask those young people who have begun to receive elite education, master magical powers and worship the emperor of the empire.

In fact, the society of the West Coast Empire was divided into two circles economically and five major groups politically.

The former is mainly divided into urban and rural areas.

Cities are where elites and smart people gather. Everyone is trying their best to stand out, and only losers will choose to leave sadly.

The countryside is a completely different picture, with no pressure at all.

People who don't want to live too hard gather here, enjoying a leisurely life that is not rich but can definitely provide them with enough food and clothing.

If young people want to go to the city to seek development and class advancement, they can ask their parents for money to give it a try. Even if they fail, they can come back, get married, have children, and continue farming.

So overall there are no overly sharp contradictions.

After all, the rapid development of cities will bring about a surge in demand for food and various raw materials, and various agricultural products can also be sold at good prices.

In contrast, the five major political groups have quite obvious class attributes.

It includes the largest civilian class, the bureaucratic and aristocratic class who hold enormous power, the merchant class whose influence is growing day by day, the church class who represents theocracy, and the magician and scholar class.

Every class plays a role arranged by Zuo Si within the huge system of the empire.

Once either party crosses the line, they will be hit mercilessly immediately.

So far, the top business families have been disciplined and even took the initiative to reduce the scale of their industries in exchange for not being broken up.

The bureaucrats and aristocrats were also warned and reprimanded more than once, and the executors were the mages and scholars, or more precisely, the liches of the Arcane Society under the instruction of Zuo Si.

The majority of the civilian class, the largest group, were loyal followers and supporters of the emperor himself, and they only hoped that this stability and prosperity would continue.

As for the church, due to the fighting and confrontation among the gods, their priests are basically busy preaching doctrine and competing for influence among mortals.

Moreover, most of the hostile gods had already been driven out in previous rounds of purges.

Therefore, in Elminster's understanding, Zuo Si's absolute dictatorial rule over the West Coast Empire is based on its own particularity and is a type that cannot be replicated at all.

A large part of today's rapid development and prosperity also stems from dependence on external inputs.

Without the trade with other planes, and the food, resources, knowledge and technology that Zuo Si himself transported from other time and space through the power of the planeswalker, just ruling such a vast territory would be an unbearable burden.

Especially those giant aerial vehicles - airships, whose secrets had long been cracked by the Red Robes of Sel and Halrua, the country of mages, and they even spared no expense to build several of them for military use.

But it is simply a dream to want to mass-produce it industrially and put it into civilian use to bring down the price.

Silinxi obviously knew this, and sighed helplessly: "Alas - if I want to do what Soth did in Cormanthor, I guess Evermeet will be the first to strongly oppose it, and those elven tribes that responded to the call will choose to flee. Maybe I should take some time to visit Soth and ask him how to solve the troubles brought by the Blade of Victory without starting a war."

"Not only the Blade of Victory, but also the situation in the Moon Sea in the north should be paid more attention to. Especially the frequent small actions of Fuzor Qian Borui recently, and the orc tribe that suddenly rose up on the Rongma grassland."

Elminster reminded his teacher with a serious expression.

"Speaking of the Rongma Grassland, I heard from merchants who have been there that the chieftain who calls himself Thrall seems to be very different from ordinary orcs. Not only does he never rob caravans and towns, but he is also willing to provide them with protection. He even expanded a small town that was originally near the Galena Mountains into a city."

While saying this, Silinxi quickly rummaged through the desk and soon found a piece of information from half a month ago and threw it to her apprentice.

Elminster took it and glanced at it, then responded, "I have heard about this before.

According to the report of the Harper Alliance, this orc seemed to have deliberately cleared all the beliefs of the orc gods in his tribe, and then led them to pursue a shamanistic way related to nature, elements and souls.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should want to get rid of chaos and establish a stable and orderly country, rather than just being satisfied with being a chief.

I have to say, this is really interesting.

Because before this, no orc on the continent of Faerun had ever dared to make such a heinous attempt.

And I am very sure that the alliance between Thrall and Zhentil Keep was just to buy himself more time for development.

With the fall of Shade City, Fuzzol Chamberlain should now be troubled by how to deal with this apparent ally."

You know, once the orc tribe controls the vast land from the Rongma Grassland to the Galena Mountains, it will immediately pose a huge threat to the Moon Sea and its surroundings."

"So you think these orcs should be our potential allies to contain Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim?"

There was a strong sense of uncertainty in Sirinhi's tone.

There was no way. As an elf, it was really hard for her to have a good impression of orcs.

"I think we can try to contact him and confirm what kind of person Chief Thrall is. If he can really lead the orcs from barbarism to civilization, it will definitely have a very far-reaching impact, and may even evolve into a completely different branch."

When saying this, Elminster deliberately used many more implicit and vague words.

But how could Silinxi not hear the hint? She suddenly widened her eyes and asked, "Do you think this could be a conspiracy of Soth? After all, if the foundation of the faith of the orc gods is really torn apart and new orc gods are created, he can take the opportunity to tear the wound and weaken his enemies."

"Oh - damn! If this inference is true, then what he wants to do is to provoke a war between gods."

Elminster's face changed drastically.

As a chosen one of the Goddess of Magic who had personally battled several great evil saints during the turbulent years, he knew only too well how horrifically destructive the gods could be when they went all out.

If the Rongma grasslands in the north become the battlefield of the war of gods, then the entire Moon Sea area, Cormanso, and even the valley further south will not be able to stay out of it.

"You should have time now, right? Go to Rongma Grassland and take a look yourself."

Silinxi unceremoniously ordered her good disciple to do something.

Elminster rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What about you? Are you going to sit here and rot and stink?"

"Hahahaha! No, of course not. For something so important, I have to go find Soth to confirm."

Sirinxi stood up and left her desk with a laugh, walked barefoot on the floor to the balcony without any image, and admired the Mys Dranno that was regaining vitality under her management, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Although the population here is still quite sparse, as long as the news of the restoration of the Kingdom of Cormanthor continues to spread, the elven tribes from other parts of the continent of Faerun will soon migrate here to restore the glory of the former royal court.

"Okay, then I'll go there myself."

It was obvious that Elminster had no way to deal with his teacher. He could only consider himself unlucky, knock the ash into the trash can, put on his hat, and left the palace.

I have to say, this master and disciple pair looks a bit like something from a second-dimensional alien world.

The most obvious example is that Sirinsi, the teacher, has lived for thousands of years, but she still looks like a beautiful, charming and energetic elf girl. However, Elminster, the disciple, has white hair and gives people a feeling of being extremely old both physically and mentally.

As the great sage of Shadow Valley also embarks on the journey, Rongma Grassland will soon become the focus of attention from all parties in the entire continent of Faerun.

Likewise, Zuo Si's previous plan to dismember and weaken the orc pantheon will also enter the next stage...