When we left the demiplane and returned to Candlekeep, it was already completely dark.
Zuo Si walked alone on the narrow path back to the hotel.
Having come to an agreement with Oghma, the god of knowledge, he knew he no longer needed to worry about threats from "the gods".
As for their followers, pastors and believers who are blind and come to cause trouble...
Then Zuo Si will soon make them understand how he, the chosen one, can win the favor of Talona, the goddess of poison and plague.
Of course, if the creature that comes is an undead creature, the [Daytime Star] on the waist that looks like a decoration will come in handy.
He really wanted to feel what kind of effect the [God of War Possession] card could have in battle with the blessing of many divine arts.
After all, every mage has a melee dream, and Zuo Si is no exception.
When he was less than forty meters away from the hotel, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing on the side of the road.
The other party was none other than Mansong's most trusted disciple, Ximanmeng.
This man, who always keeps himself elegant, has obviously been waiting here for a long time. He put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Good evening, Mr. Soth. If you don't mind, can I take up a few minutes of your time?"
Zuo Si nodded gently: "Okay. But please hurry up, I'm a little tired today and want to go back and rest early."
"No problem. Actually, what I want to talk about is the cooperation mentioned last time. I believe you must have heard that with the rise of the Church of Cyric, the situation in Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim is gradually getting out of control. Lord Manshoon hopes to join forces with you to clean up a group of annoying little rats. What do you think?"
Ximanmeng stated his purpose directly.
He was afraid of being interrupted by Elminster's sudden appearance again, so he didn't dare to go around in circles and waste time.
"Dealing with members of the Church of Cyric? You have successfully aroused my interest."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed an extremely dangerous smile.
If there was one god among the gods of Faerûn that he hated the most, it would have to be Cyric.
In addition, the two sides had already formed a mortal feud.
So as long as there is an opportunity to hunt down members and followers of the Church of Cyric, he will be very happy to join in.
Seeing that Zuo Si did not refuse, Ximanmeng immediately smiled faintly and continued, "It's very simple to operate.
I will be responsible for providing you with intelligence, and all you have to do is show up at the designated time and place, and then kill all these unsuspecting idiots.
Whether you frame the Harpers or any other group you can think of, it doesn't matter.
Because I will personally take care of the aftermath and make it an ironclad fact.”
"What about the benefits? What can I get from it?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.
"Intelligence! No matter what you want to know, we will provide the relevant information in the shortest possible time. Of course, in addition to this, my teacher Mansong will also provide some high-level spell scrolls and magic items."
Xi Manmeng stated his conditions straightforwardly.
You have to know that in the continent of Faerun where information transmission is very backward, intelligence collection and transmission is not an easy task.
The Zhentarim just happen to have a dark intelligence network with a wide enough coverage.
"Deal. But I want to reserve the final say on all actions." Zuo Si added.
"Okay. I think we should start discussing the detailed plan now. You know, there are quite a lot of these annoying rats."
As he said this, Ximanmeng exuded an undisguised cold and vicious aura.
Just like that, after the two of them whispered for a while, Zuo Si got a list and address and returned to the hotel.
This list contains all the secret bases of the Zhentarim in the Amn area, as well as a list of all the people who believe in Cyric.
With it, you can easily catch these rats hiding in the dark and kill them one by one.
In addition, Ximanmon also promised to gather as many Xirik followers as possible in Zhentil Keep in a short period of time and then plan a massacre.
Through this kind of collusion between internal and external forces, the latter's delusion of seizing power can be completely destroyed.
However, for Zuo Si, this hunting activity is just another way to quickly replenish mana.
After all, ever since he established the advanced profession of [Mystic], his demand for mana has reached the point of being hungry for mana.
He even planned to visit the wizard towers of the other seven liches as soon as he returned and drain all the energy they stored.
"Good evening, Mr. Soth. I heard that you made astonishing remarks at today's debate, which impressed countless scholars who came from afar."
As soon as Zuo Si walked into the hotel door, he heard greetings from the owner Winthrop.
He immediately turned around and responded with a smile: "I'm not convinced, I just put forward some relatively novel ideas. By the way, do you have any delicious recommendations for tonight? You know, I'm so hungry that I can almost eat a cow."
"Hahahaha! Of course! Tonight's main course is beef stew with potatoes, garlic roast chicken and mushroom soup, which are perfect for gourmets like you." Winthrop recommended with a big laugh.
This fat man, who weighs more than 200 pounds, is well aware of how picky the boy in front of him, who looks only about ten years old, is.
In other words, Zuo Si was the most picky person about food he had ever met in his life, no doubt about it.
So I don't dare to recommend those “dark dishes” with strange tastes.
"Excellent. Give me one then..."
Before Zuo Si could finish his words, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the hand that was reaching for his bag, then flicked the owner of the hand on the forehead with lightning speed.
Bang! "Ouch!"
A girl who looked about the same age as him immediately squatted on the ground, covering her head with her hands. There was a large red spot on her forehead where she was hit, and her eyes were full of tears with an aggrieved expression.
"You're too slow." Zuo Si pursed his lips and teased.
"Hmph! I swear! I must steal something from you." The girl gritted her teeth with a look of defiance.
"Imoen, how many times have I told you not to steal customers' things in the store?" Winthrop yelled angrily.
The girl called Imoen rubbed her red and swollen forehead, immediately stood up and retorted: "None of your business! This is just a little game between me and Soth, and he acquiesced."
"You little bastard! I'll teach you a lesson today!"
Winthrop grabbed a small wooden stick and rushed out from the bar.
Seeing that he was about to be beaten, Imoen immediately made a face and ran away without saying a word.
The two men chased each other and fled, putting on a good show for the guests eating and drinking in the hall.
Especially those who have lived in Candle Castle for a long time and have long been accustomed to such scenes, and they applauded.
Some people even made a bet on whether the fat Winthrop could catch the nimble little Imoen before he ran out of energy.
"It's a heartwarming scene, isn't it?"
Elminster, who was sitting in the corner smoking a pipe, suddenly asked with a smile.
Zuo Si nodded gently: "Yes, it is very warm. But how long this warmth can last is hard to say. After all, the fate of the Son of Baal is so rough and full of darkness and blood. You should know this best."
"You know the Son of Bhaal?" Elminster raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Zuo Si answered meaningfully, "Of course. Imoen, Aberdair, Sarevok, there are three sons of Bhaal in Candlekeep right now. To be honest, Imoen is so innocent and always likes to play tricks to amuse herself. It's hard for me to imagine what she will become after awakening the bloodline of the God of Slaughter."
"There are more than three of them. You even forgot yourself. To a certain extent, the power of Baal, the God of Slaughter, also flows in your body, so you can also be considered a son of Baal." Elminster slowly exhaled a wisp of white smoke from his mouth and added.
"No, you are wrong. I am not the son of Baal. This little bit of remaining divine power will disappear completely in a short time." Zuo Si retorted calmly.
It is still at least nine years before Alando the Wise predicts that the Sons of Baal will stir up unrest.
If he, as a planeswalker, cannot deal with the two divine powers in his body within such a long period of time, then he can just die.
What's more, Melisand, the final boss of the Sons of Bhaal incident, was just a divine creature until the very end, not a true god.
Elminster stared into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to determine whether this was a bluff or he was confident.
After a full minute, he pulled out a notebook from his arms and threw it on the table, saying in a rather helpless tone: "Here, take it. This is all about the research on Silver Fire. Although I don't want to give it to you, this is the will of the goddess, and I can't disobey it."
"Oh? Has the newly appointed third generation magic goddess begun to be gradually assimilated into the priesthood?"
Zuo Si asked curiously while picking up the notebook and reading the contents.
"There is a price to pay for any power, and gods are no exception. Moreover, the God of Magic is naturally not resistant to anything related to magic, even if the magic is evil and extremely destructive."
At this point, Elminster sighed helplessly.
Because during the turbulent years, he had sealed the power and priesthood of the dead magic goddess within his own body, and he knew very well how strong that instinctive desire was.
And as the mortal part of the wizard Midnight gradually disappeared, the third generation Goddess of Magic has begun to become more and more like a true god, and is even considering seizing control of the "Shadow Magic Net" from the Dark Goddess Shar and merging it with the existing magic net.
Even if the price is to completely sacrifice his remaining humanity and kindness and become a neutral, cold and ruthless god of magic.
Zuo Si spent about ten minutes to quickly finish reading all of Elminster's research on Silver Fire. He casually took out a card, clipped it in his notebook and returned it intact.
"We are now even. Also, if it is convenient, please tell the Harpers' leaders that my patience is limited. If any more Harpers' spies appear near me, I will kill them without mercy, and then find all the secret bases of the Harpers in Amn and kill them all."
While saying this, Zuo Si turned around and stared at the young woman dressed as a bard a few meters away.
The murderous intent revealed in his eyes instantly made the guy who was playing the piano and singing in the previous second, frozen in place as if he was hit by a spell, and cold sweat kept pouring out all over his body.
Needless to say, it was the [Eye of Knowledge] bestowed by Oghma that played a key role.
By identifying the other party's clothing, appearance, and the musical instruments and weapons they carry.
It was easy to conclude that the woman who had suddenly appeared in the hotel in the past two days was a spy sent by the Harper Alliance.
Just when Elminster was about to say something, Zuo Si uttered a word without any hesitation: "Get lost!"
moment!
The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to stay for even a second. She picked up all her belongings and rushed out of the hotel, disappearing into the night.
Even with the presence of the Magic Goddess's First Chosen One, she still clearly felt the threat of death.
What's more, the action of sending out spies was originally a private act of one of the factions, and Elminster himself was completely unaware of it.
There is no doubt that Zuo Si's sudden attack and the bard's escape caused some disturbance in the inn.
But after a while, calm was quickly restored.
"You hate the Harpers?"
Elminster was obviously not affected at all. Instead, he took out the card from his notebook and examined it carefully in his hand.
"In my opinion, there is no essential difference between the Harpers and the Zhentarim.
No, maybe it's even more disgusting.
Because apart from those followers of Cyric, the remaining members of the Zhentarim at least have a clear goal and are acting in their own interests.
But the Harpists are a bunch of psychopaths who think they are upholding justice, but are actually pursuing cheap and disgusting self-satisfaction.
Many members of the Harpists believe that they are fighting against evil, but little do they know that in doing so, they themselves have become part of evil.
Stealing, assassination, poisoning, deception, sabotage...
Look at what they do, is there any difference from the Zhentarim?
Or does it mean that as long as you believe it is for good purposes, you can do whatever it takes?
I don't deny that the Harpers have done many good things, but that doesn't mean that this is an excuse for them to trample on rules and laws and pry into other people's privacy."
Zuo Si expressed his disgust for the Harper Alliance directly without any concealment.
If the followers of Xirik are compared to the psychopaths and lunatics of the evil camp, then the Harpers are the psychopaths and lunatics of the good camp.
Due to the decentralized and loose management style, they often act on their own without the permission of their superiors, simply because they think it is "right" to do so, causing a lot of trouble and damage.
This is why most countries and cities adopt the same attitude towards the Harpers and the Zhentarim.
Hearing this sharp accusation, Elminster was not angry at all. Instead, he showed a bitter smile: "It seems that you have some misunderstanding about the Harpers. At least as far as I know, they are not as bad as you describe."
"No, this is not a misunderstanding, but they violated my bottom line. Finally, before we part, I want to make it clear again that I have no interest in your so-called battle between good and evil, so don't bother me. If one day I stand on the opposite side of the Harper Alliance, it must be because you forced me to do so."
After saying this, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to the reaction of the Magic Goddess's first chosen one, and stood up and walked towards the guest room upstairs.
After all, everything that needs to be said has been said. Next, it depends on whether Elminster can restrain those Harpist leaders who are ready to make moves.
If not, then he would first take out the stronghold in the Athkatla dock area as a warning.
As soon as she returned to the room, Isadora, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately put down the book in her hand, opened her arms and rushed towards Zuo Si, constantly sniffing the scent of the latter, with incomparable happiness and satisfaction appearing on her face.
About half a minute later, she reluctantly let go, her whole body shaking uncontrollably from excitement and agitation.
Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's soft golden hair and asked with a smile: "How was your day?"
"Not bad. I read some books on magic as you requested, and I can roughly sense the magic web in the surrounding environment. But I can't perform any tricks for the time being." Isadora replied quickly.
"Don't be anxious. The most taboo thing in learning magic is impatience. And in the process of learning magic, don't neglect to train your spiritual power." Zuo Si warned seriously.
It was obvious that he was trying to get the little fellow to learn both the arcane and psionics at the same time.
Anyway, as a native of the continent of Faerun, Isadora does not need to accumulate so-called "experience points" like in the game, let alone any "experience punishment".
In addition, the main attribute of the psychic itself is intelligence, just like the wizard. If it is not properly utilized, it would be a waste of this innate powerful talent.
You have to know that a girl who can awaken her psychic talent at the age of six probably has an intelligence level far beyond the imagination of most people.
This can be seen from the fact that when civil strife broke out in the Bernard family, Isadora was able to easily kill her father who had been planning for a long time, and even turned him into a puppet under her control.
"Well! I won't let you down." The girl promised solemnly.
She was smart and knew very well that the reason she was accepted by Zuo Si was because of her talent that was beyond the reach of ordinary people and her rare psychic powers.
If these talents cannot be transformed into strength, the relationship between the two will sooner or later become distant, or even strangers.
This was almost unacceptable for the little girl who had lived in extreme loneliness and fear since the age of six.
She had finally found someone of her kind who made her feel safe, comfortable, and with whom she had a strong sense of attachment, so she would rather die than be abandoned one day.
The two discussed some magical topics in an extremely intimate manner, and then began to eat the dinner served by the innkeeper Winthrop himself.
Of course, Zuo Si took the opportunity to tease little Ai Meng, who was covering his butt and was obviously beaten.
I have to say, although I didn't meet Gorion and Aberdare during this trip to Candlekeep, the fun and interesting Imoen completely made up for the regret.
But Zuo Si didn't know that the reason why he didn't meet Aberdare was entirely due to deliberate arrangements by certain people.
At this moment, in a room on the fourth floor of the central castle, Gorion had just coaxed his adopted son to sleep and was standing alone on the balcony, enjoying the fresh sea breeze and looking down at the entire Candle Castle.
It was unknown how long it had passed, but when the powerful old wizard began to feel the cold, he suddenly asked without turning his head, "Jaheira, are you sure that the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease is coming for Aberdare?"
"No, I'm not sure. But I can assure you that Soth has divine power extracted from the heart of Baal, the god of murder. This means that he may be involved in the dispute of the Sons of Baal as prophesied by Alando." Jaheira slowly walked out of the dark shadows.
"Another extremely threatening and destabilizing factor..."
When Gorlian heard this, he immediately became alert.
To be exact, ever since he adopted the Son of Bhaal, he has been living in tension and anxiety.
Because the value of the Son of God is self-evident to those evil organizations and forces.
Moreover, the remaining churches and believers of Baal are also searching for the whereabouts of the Son of God, trying to bring him back for sacrifice so that the dead god can be resurrected.
Among them, Talona, who was once a slave of the god Baal, is undoubtedly one of the targets that need to be specially guarded against.
Jaheira noticed his old friend's reaction and immediately suggested, "Elminster is also at Candlekeep right now. Perhaps you could talk to him."
"Elminster?" Gorion immediately shook his head. "No! He has always been very cautious in his attitude towards the Son of Bhaal. He even thinks that I will die at the hands of the Son of Bhaal one day. So I don't trust him."
"So what are you going to do now?" Jaheira asked with great concern.
"I don't know. Maybe I will take Aberdare away from Candlekeep for a while to avoid the limelight. Waterdeep might be a good choice."
Gorlian expressed his thoughts in an uncertain tone.
"In that case, Khalid and I will go with you. We don't have any special missions recently anyway, so let's just relax." As he said this, Jaheira turned around and glanced at the sleeping Son of Bhaal.
But Gorion refused without hesitation: "No need. The journey from Candlekeep to Baldur's Gate is not far. We can buy two tickets and take the sea route to reach Waterdeep soon. Besides, as a Harper, you are easily targeted by the Zhentarim. It would be safer for me to act alone."
"Well, then I wish you a safe journey."
With that, Jaheira disappeared into the darkness once again without a trace.
…
At the same time, far away in the sewers of the Askatrawoking Mall, Erinikas was meeting a woman in his secret base.
"Are you the person sent by the Emerald Society to contact me?"
Erinikas narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the human wizard with long dark red hair.
Unlike the previous contacts, he could clearly feel the amazing magical energy flowing in the other person's body and realized that this was a seventeenth-level wizard who could cast at least nine-ring spells.
"Hello, Lord Erinikas. My name is Rain, and I am honored to work with a great wizard like you." The woman placed one hand on her chest and performed a standard wizard salute.
Since the collar of the mage's robe is very low, one can clearly see the "magnificent" scenery inside when bending down.
Unfortunately, Erinikas had already created countless clones of the Elf Queen Ellys in his secret base, and even kept three tree spirits near his bedroom as a tool to vent his desires. Therefore, he looked down on the flawed and defective bodies of human women and asked directly, "What was the result of the task I commissioned you to do last time?"
"I'm sorry, we failed. The Chosen of Talona was much stronger than expected. Even though our organization dispatched two white dragons, a centipede, several ice trolls and winter wolves, we still couldn't find out the opponent's trump card. But one thing is certain, that is, he has a shadow army ready to serve at any time."
Lei Yin calmly told the story of the failed ambush by the top leaders of the Emerald Society on Zuo Si.
As the most outstanding disciple of the Lord of Talismans Shangela, she has extensive undercover experience and knows how to maximise the conflict between the two parties and then achieve her ulterior motives quietly.
"Failed?" Erinikas pursed his lips and revealed a sarcastic smile. "I remember when you were bragging about yourselves, you said that the Emerald Society was as powerful as the Masked Mage."
Rain shrugged innocently. "That's what they boasted about. It has nothing to do with me. I'm only responsible for delivering the message. In addition, they asked me to inform you that if you still don't give up on the Chosen One, you must join the ambush team in person."
"Hmph! What a bunch of trash, aren't they?" Erinikas sneered.
"I totally agree. In fact, I have a better idea. I wonder if you'd be interested in listening to it." Rain offered with a smile.
"oh--"
Erinikas seemed to have noticed something, and he deliberately dragged out the word, then raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
After getting permission, Rain immediately laid out the plan she had prepared in full.
Her idea is simple and easy to implement.
That is to let Erinikas pretend to cooperate with the top leaders of the Emerald Society, and find ways to make the latter launch a second attack.
In this way, Lei Yin could find Zuo Si in advance and establish a cooperative relationship with him by betraying the top leaders of the Jade Society.
After becoming the leader of the Emerald Society, he used cooperative relationships to act as a middleman and eventually help Erinikas get what he wanted.
Of course, in addition to this, she also has to complete the task assigned by the Lord of Symbols, Shangela.
I have to say that the plan proposed by Rain is indeed quite tempting.
At least from the perspective of Erinikas, who was afraid to face the wrath of a god directly, this was his only chance to understand divine power.
So after thinking about it for a moment, he quickly agreed to cooperate.
As for the high-ranking officials who betrayed the Emerald Society.
Sorry, Erinikas never considered those idiots as allies, but only as tools to be used.
Now that there are better options, who would care about the life and death of a group of tools?
When Rain turned around and left the sewer, Badi, who had been hiding in the dark, finally came out slowly and asked meaningfully: "Do you believe her?"
"It doesn't matter whether I trust her or not. In my eyes, she is no different from the top leaders of the Emerald Society. They are all tools that can be used, that's all. By the way, how many descendants have you developed now?" Erinikas suddenly turned around and asked.
"About forty. What's wrong? Do you want to use them?" Badi quickly gave an exact number.
In order to avoid being discovered by the Shadow Thieves, the Temple of the Good God, and the Knights of the Burning Heart, she was always very careful when transforming newborn vampires and their offspring. She still spent most of her time hiding in the maze-like tunnels under the cemetery, and had not yet tried to infiltrate those wealthy businessmen and nobles.
"Let all these vampires participate in the next attack launched by the Emerald Society." Erinikas gave a direct order.
"You mean... openly cooperating with that woman, but secretly still trying to capture the chosen people of the goddess of poison and disease?"
Badi's eyes lit up slightly, and he instantly understood what his brother wanted to do.
Erinikas replied grimly, "That's right! Forty vampires, several high-level wizards, and a large number of monsters and low-level undead used as cannon fodder. It will take me a lot of effort to deal with them. If the chosen one can successfully pass this test, I will treat him as an equal to trade with. If not, then he can be my prisoner and test subject."
"Understood. I'll arrange it right away."
Badi licked her tempting red lips, quickly turned into a bat and disappeared into the dark sewer.
…
While conspiracy and betrayal were brewing in Askatra, the capital of Amn, a long-planned rebellion was also taking place in the Nelanther Islands far in the middle of the ocean.
The one who started the rebellion was none other than Eric, one of Captain Bloody Hand's most trusted men, who had been personally appointed by Captain Bloody Hand to be responsible for raising the ransom.
As for the target of the rebellion, it was naturally Hallett himself.
In fact, the conflict between the two men started when the ransom was delivered and the entire pirate gang returned to the sea.
Because Muk's rebellion caused Hallet to lose almost all of his savings, when he returned to his old business, he not only became extremely greedy and deliberately found excuses to withhold his subordinates' share of the profits, but also showed strong distrust of everyone.
You have to know that one of the biggest reasons why the name of Captain "Blood Hand" is so appealing is that the crew members can get wealth far beyond their peers.
But now, Hallett has destroyed his own reputation with his own hands and has lost his original confidence.
Eventually, the conflicts grew deeper and deeper, until one day everyone felt they could no longer tolerate it, and began to secretly collude to nominate Eric as the new captain and launch a rebellion.
Looking at the corpse-strewn beach and the seriously injured Harlet half-kneeling on the ground, Eric, who had short brown hair and a beard, took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression: "Surrender, Captain. This is the last time I call you Captain. I promise that as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender, I can allow you to return to the shore with a small boat and two thousand gold coins to retire."
"Bah! You want me to lay down my weapon and surrender? Dream on!"
Hallett sneered and spat bloody saliva.
Because he knew very well that there had never been a precedent of a rebellion among pirates ending in a peaceful manner.
Whether it is the people who start the rebellion or the people who suppress the rebellion, they will ruthlessly kill the other side.
"Well - in that case, I'll have no choice but to send you to hell."
Eric sighed slightly and immediately activated the magic necklace around his neck.
Before the other party could react to what was happening, a fireball shot out from the gem at the bottom of the necklace, and then blew all the diehards, including Harlet, into the sky.
boom!!!!!!
The flames and heat waves that shot up into the sky swept everything within a radius of several meters.
No one would have thought that this seemingly strong and muscular warrior actually had a hidden magic item that could release a third-ring [Fireball].
When the scorching magic flames disappeared, the famous Captain "Blood Hand" had turned into a charred corpse and completely became history.
When the other pirates saw this scene, they immediately raised their blood-stained weapons and cheered loudly.
"We won! We won!"
"Harlett is dead! Eric is our captain from now on!"
"Long live the great Captain Eric!"
For a moment, all kinds of roars and laughter were heard.
Because the name of Captain "Blood Hand" was so frightening, many pirates who participated in the rebellion believed that their chances of success were very low and that they would most likely be brutally suppressed.
But now, the fear that has been pent up in my heart can finally be released.
However, Eric did not join the pirates' carnival. Instead, he walked straight to Harlett's body, cut off his head with the scimitar in his hand, and quickly dived into the bushes not far away.
When he saw the familiar figure, he immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully presented the head with both hands.
"Master, I followed your instructions and successfully killed Harlet. Now I am the new captain of this pirate fleet. Please instruct me on what to do next."
"The next step? The next step is of course to declare war on all the pirates in the entire Nelanther Islands. Tell them to either surrender or die. There is no other way."
Along with a low and hoarse voice, the man, who was covered in a wide robe, slowly took off his hood, revealing an old face.
He was none other than Vanessa, who had proposed the "Sea Power Theory" at an internal meeting of the organization not long ago.
Needless to say, this rebellion against Hallet was actually his work.
"But... with the few people we have now, it's impossible for us to defeat so many pirates. Once they unite, even the navy of Am will be wary." Eric said with an embarrassed look on his face.
But Vanessa didn't take it seriously and responded, "Don't worry. In a few days, I will send a group of apprentices who can cast the three-ring fireball spell. With them, those ordinary pirate ships will be as fragile as moving targets. And don't bury the bodies of the dead pirates. Later, I will transform them all into undead creatures and give them to you to control."
"Undead? Mage?!"
Eric suddenly became excited.
Because in the current naval battle in Faerun, long-range attacks still basically rely on catapults, ballistas, crossbows and traditional bows and arrows, and the hit rate is quite touching.
So most of the time, the pirates were too lazy to waste their energy and would just go ahead and engage in boarding and side-by-side combat.
If there is a wizard who can cast fireball on someone's ship, it is equivalent to evolving from the Middle Ages to the Age of Discovery, and can directly give the opponent a fatal blow from a distance of one or two hundred meters.
Moreover, the mage uses mental power to lock and aim, and the hit rate is many times higher than that of primitive artillery.
He didn't need many, just two or three wizards like this, and with a fireball wand or a few scrolls, Eric was confident that he could defeat his peers.
What's more, there is a large group of fearless and obedient undead.
"That's right. These apprentices will not only help you defeat those pirates, but also help you build a city or even a country on this island. As long as you perform well and are loyal enough, I will consider making you a king or lord. But remember, if you dare to have any other little thoughts, then Hallett's fate will be a warning to you."
When Vanessa said this, her tone was full of warning.
Having lived in Zazespor, very close to the Racing Strait and the Nelanther Islands for many years, he was well aware of the chaotic nature of pirates.
If Wilmes and Qiwu were not temporarily unable to spare time, the newborn lich would even want to directly transform the brain of the guy in front of him, turning him into an obedient slave forever.
Eric bowed his head deeply and said in the most humble tone: "Please rest assured, I am not stupid enough to betray a powerful spellcaster like you. That is no different from seeking death. I am not Harlet, nor am I as arrogant as him. I have always been very clear about my own weight, and I don't have any ambitions. I just hope that I can have a family and live a stable life until I die."
"It is important for a person to know himself. I am glad that you are such a person. Well, now go and accept the legacy left by Hallett. Try to integrate them as soon as possible, and then launch a battle to unify the Nelanther Islands."
After saying this, Vanessa opened a portal and returned to the magician tower built by Zuo Si in Askatla.
He planned to make good use of the waste and take Hallet's head to the Amn government in exchange for a valuable reward.
After watching the lich leave, Eric quickly got up from the ground, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Establish a city and a country on the Nelanthel Islands?
It seems that I made the right bet this time.
Dear Captain Bloody Hand, thank you for giving me a chance, a chance to change my destiny.
When I become a lord or even a king, I will definitely repay you.
For example, marrying your beautiful daughter whom you secretly hid away as your wife, and having a taste of her still charming mother at the same time.
Don't worry, when my son is born, I will name him Harlet.
I will tell him your legendary story, and let him worship you from the bottom of his heart, and then inherit everything from you..."
After saying these murderous words, Eric quickly returned to his usual chivalrous and generous self, returning to the reveling pirates and mingle with everyone.
He didn't notice at all that a soul invisible to the naked eye was floating above Hallet's headless body, emitting a strong resentment that could not be described in words.
This resentment prevents the soul from going to the world of the dead, and instead it stays where it is, madly absorbing the negative energy gathered from the blood and corpses around it.
revenge!
This is the final obsession of Hallet's soul.
Especially when he heard that Eric had extended his evil hands to his daughter and mistress, the deep hatred in his heart instantly broke through the sky, making it inevitably transform into a ghost and a vengeful spirit.
Not only that, he also dived into the sea and merged with the battleship that sank to the bottom of the sea. He restrained all the souls in the cabin that had not yet gone to the world of the dead, and then infected and assimilated them with his strong negative emotions.
Suddenly, the entire seabed was shrouded in eerie darkness...
(End of this chapter)
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