Jaheira told plainly what he had seen.

As a member of the Harper Alliance, she has a good understanding of the evil organizations active in the west coast of Faerun, or the churches of evil gods.

In particular, the Church of Talona, ​​which would immediately spread plague in retaliation if its missionaries were expelled, has always been the focus of many good god churches and Harpists.

After all, plague is not an ordinary conspiracy. Once it spreads, at least a thousand people will die.

This is why, except for places like Neverwinter where the lord is a follower of the god of justice Tyr, most other cities do not dare to easily expel the preaching of Talona priests.

Similarly, when Zuo Si heard the name of the Goddess of Poison and Disease, he immediately recalled the warning from the God of Suffering. His face suddenly became solemn, and he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why did Talona's followers gather in the ruins of Fort Tessel? Did they have a secret base here before, or did they gather here suddenly?"

"The altar looks very new, it must have been set up not long ago. Do you know something?" There was a hint of doubt in Jaheira's eyes.

"If nothing unexpected happens, these followers of Talona should be here to find me."

Zuo Si did not try to hide anything and told the truth openly.

Because he was not the only one who knew about this, but also the holy warrior lady who believed in Ilmater, the goddess of suffering.

The latter's honest character of answering every question would not keep a secret for him.

"Looking for you? Why? Could it be that the Church of the Goddess of Poison and Disease has also joined the fight for the box?"

A series of speculations flashed through Jaheira's mind.

Perhaps due to her long-term membership in the Harper Alliance, she has clearly begun to have some conspiracy theorist tendencies.

Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No! Of course not! Didn't I just say that their target is me, not the box. You can ask Ai Luolin about this matter. She should know more than me."

"Elorin?"

Jaheira turned and glanced at the young girl who was helping to distribute food to the slaves not far away, and frowned subconsciously.

It is not difficult to see from this reaction that as a druid and harpist, she cannot get along well with the rigid and inflexible paladin.

After all, the druid's philosophy of maintaining balance in all things is in irreconcilable conflict with the absolute order pursued by the paladins.

In addition, the Harpers' use of any means necessary to fight evil is also quite unpopular with the paladins.

So along the way, the two of them didn't have much communication at all, and they just barely knew each other's names.

"That's right! When the caravan was about to leave Calimport, Eloline conveyed to me a warning from Ilmater, the God of Suffering, saying that Talona and her followers were looking for me."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored Jaheira and Khalid's reactions and walked straight towards the ruins overgrown with weeds and vines.

With the werewolf girl's excellent sense of smell and tracking skills, he found the location of the altar effortlessly.

On the rubbled wall, there was a purple triangular emblem hanging, with three amber tear marks on it.

Without a doubt!

This is the holy symbol of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease in Faerûn.

She was originally a subordinate of Baal, the god of murder, just like the goddess of pain and torture, Lauvita.

However, since the three gods of death all fell during the turbulent years, the two goddesses have been thinking of joining the goddess of darkness, Shar.

Zuo Si raised his hand and gently touched the holy emblem, and immediately felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

fortunately!

He reacted quickly enough and pulled his hand back instantly.

"Master, are you okay?"

Davian, who had transformed from an elite veteran into a dragonborn knight, hurried forward and asked.

You don't need to ask to know that this name was recently chosen by Zuo Si in order to distinguish it from the newly summoned long-range shooter Huntington.

As for his original name, it has long been forgotten, and perhaps only the owner of the "legacy" knows it.

It's just like when Zuo Si made those orcs, trolls, ogres, half-giants, and snake-man wizards into creature cards, he didn't care what they were called, and he didn't waste energy to preserve their worthless memories.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just frightened. With Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease, and the Church of Xirik pursuing me relentlessly, it seems that tonight will not be a peaceful night." Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"You mean... there will be a fight?"

The half-orc Rhett, who finally put on the red dragon armor he had always dreamed of, gently stroked the frost mithril battle axe he had just obtained in his hand, and grinned with a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

He is now eager to find a strong opponent to test how powerful his powerful magic equipment is.

“Not necessarily, but I think it’s very likely.

Don't forget that the caravan wasted four full days in Myratma.

The gossip began to spread in Port Calin on the third day after we left.

Judging by the time, those crazy people who believe in Dark Sun should have caught up with us.

The reason why they didn't take action immediately.

Either because they didn’t find the right opportunities in the city;

Or maybe they were frightened by the chaotic magic storm I created outside the city of Mylatma, and are contacting and waiting for more allies to arrive before taking action together.

Whatever the reason is, it means that this battle will not be easy.

After all, these guys are not stupid, foolish and ignorant monsters, but humans with wisdom like us, and there may be quite a number of priests among them. "

Zuo Si stroked his chin and analyzed meaningfully.

After all, Xirik is a powerful god. Although his church is extremely chaotic, with many factions within it, poisoning, assassination, and sabotage happen almost every day.

But none of this means that the quality of church members is poor.

Just the opposite!

Almost all the people who survive this extreme "involution" are "talents".

In addition, people in the chaotic evil camp have basically no moral integrity or bottom line, and they do whatever they want in a despicable and insidious way.

If you are not careful, you might end up capsizing in the ditch.

"It doesn't matter!" Alena shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, just burn all the enemies you see to death."

Zuo Si glared at his followers and warned them directly: "Be careful! Don't set fire to the valuable goods on the carriage. Otherwise, even if you arrive safely in Athkatra, you won't be able to drink. By the way, your spellcasting level has been improved in Myratma, right?"

"That's right! I am now a level 8 warlock, and I have also learned a fourth-level spell."

Alena answered in the affirmative with a smug look on her face.

However, Zuo Si did not show any joy when he heard the news. Instead, he continued to ask: "Could the fourth-level spell you learned be [Fire Wall]?"

"How did you guess that?"

Alena blinked in surprise.

"Do I need to guess?" Zuo Si rolled his eyes. "Open your spell list and take a good look. Except for the first-level [Magic Missile] and the second-level [Invisibility], which of the remaining spells is not a fire spell of the Evocation Department? Anyone who is not a fool knows that every time you level up, there is about a 90% chance that you will get a new fire spell."

Phew!

The half-orc Rhett couldn't help laughing.

Alena herself was completely speechless...

(End of this chapter)