Late at night, when most of the residents of Askatla fell asleep, Zuo Si finally broke away from the socializing in Askatla's upper society and returned to the Mage Tower.
Although he himself did not like such banquets.
But from the moment he chose to accept the title of "Special Advisor to the Council of Six" and became the Master of Amn, there are certain responsibilities that must be assumed.
Moreover, as the person who personally started the era of world colonization, Zuo Si believed that he had an obligation to control and guide it so that it would not get out of control.
What's more, the Maztec continent is not as primitive and backward as the Americas during the Age of Discovery.
Not only does it have its own civilization and country, but there are also a considerable number of gods and spellcasters.
The reason why Cordell and his Golden Mercenaries were able to successfully attack so many villages and towns was mainly because the local indigenous people had never seen such a large ship and had never experienced a large-scale attack from the sea, so they were caught off guard.
By the time they reacted, this group of brutal bandits had already landed and began burning, killing and looting, causing chaos in the entire city and streets. They were overwhelmed before they could organize any resistance.
If a direct war really breaks out, the professional army from the continent of Faerun may certainly have the upper hand or win a few victories.
But it won't be long before the huge casualties and the supply lines across the ocean will drag it to collapse.
Especially the humid, dense and muddy tropical rainforest is definitely the worst nightmare for marching.
Therefore, no matter from what perspective, maintaining peaceful and stable trade between Amn and the Maztec continent is the most ideal way to gain wealth.
After all, any smart person understands that large-scale plundering cannot create any wealth, but will also cause huge damage to production and markets, and is unsustainable.
"Have you dealt with all those troubles?"
Seeing Zuo Si coming out of the portal, Wilmes lazily turned over on the pile of gold coins.
She has not left her nest under the Mage Tower for more than half a year. She enjoys the attentive service of the ogres and goblins every day. She looks listless and lacks vigilance. She is basically a "useless dragon".
"Well, it's all done. I have reached an agreement with the six-member council of Am. From now on, we just need to wait for Bernard to deliver the profit share on time." Zuo Si answered casually.
“How much share can I get?”
When the word money was mentioned, Wilmes instantly became energetic, his two lava-like eyes flashing with naked and undisguised greed.
"I don't know the exact amount yet, but after deducting the cost of building a port city, it should be no less than 1.5 million to 2 million gold coins per year."
Zuo Si directly gave a rough estimate.
Because the share he got was not just the profit from the Chamber of Commerce's trade, but also part of it came from the taxes collected by the Council of Six of Amn on ships heading to the New World.
“How much…how much?!”
Wilmes instantly thrust his huge head forward and sprayed two balls of golden sparks from his nose, showing the dragon's inner restlessness.
To be exact, if she could remain calm after hearing this number, she would not be worthy of being a greedy and evil red dragon.
"One million and a half to two million gold coins. What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Zuo Si raised his head and looked at the other person with a smile.
Wilmes's breathing suddenly became heavy, his face full of envy and jealousy. After a full minute, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why can you always find ways to easily earn a lot of gold coins?"
Zuo Si responded meaningfully, "Because knowledge is wealth. When you have enough knowledge, you can make money as easily and happily as I do. By the way, during the time I was away, there was no trouble in the underground area you were in charge of, right?"
"What kind of trouble could happen? Except for the half-dragon cubs that made a lot of noise when they were born, most of the time it was quite peaceful. Oh, by the way, Ashtelanthe laid three eggs not long ago, and they are currently incubating. In about half a year, they can be used to strengthen my strength."
As he said this, a cold and cruel expression appeared on Wilmes' face.
Not only did she not have any sympathy for this captive fellow, she also often bullied, tortured and abused him, forcing him to submit to her in order to gain some twisted and morbid pleasure.
Fortunately, this guy is a female dragon, otherwise if it was a male, he would probably have to perform 18+ scenes such as imprisonment and training every day.
Zuo Si was already accustomed to the evilness of the red dragon in front of him, especially when the target of violence was another red dragon. He was not moved at all and just nodded slightly.
"Then take good care of these three dragon eggs. I will come back in half a year to help you perform the corresponding magic ceremony."
"No! Not just these three! I will continue to make Ashtelanser pregnant! Make her lay eggs! Make her pregnant again! Make her lay eggs again! She will completely become a reproductive machine that belongs to me!"
When saying this, Wilmes' tone was chilling, as if he was a demon crawling out of a bottomless abyss.
Such fierce words made Zuo Si's mouth twitch inadvertently: "It's up to you. Also, remember to keep an eye on all the dragon creatures, and don't let any of them run away. When they grow up, I will be of great use to them."
"No problem. It's as easy as eating and drinking for me."
Wilmes agreed without hesitation.
As a female red dragon in her prime, she naturally possesses a strong bloodline suppression power over half-dragon creatures.
The latter didn't even have the courage to raise his head and look at the other person, let alone resist.
What's more, many of these half-dragon creatures under the Mage Tower are hybrids of animals and livestock. Their intelligence is not very high. At best, they are only slightly smarter than wild beasts. Most of the time, their behavior is subject to primitive instincts.
"Since you've been doing well recently, I brought you some gifts from another world. I hope you like them."
As he spoke, Zuo Si pulled out a bag of sparkling diamonds from his waist bag and threw it over.
Wilmes, who valued money as his life, immediately caught it with his front paws, opened it and placed it in his palm to examine it carefully. After about ten seconds, he asked in an uncertain tone: "What's wrong with these gems? They clearly look fine, but there is no certain level of magical energy fluctuation?"
"In fact, I'm not sure what's going on. But you can keep them in the nest and tell me when there is an energy fluctuation. If these diamonds can really be used as spellcasting materials, then we will make a fortune."
After saying this, Zuo Si ignored Wilmes's reaction, turned around and disappeared at the stairs leading to the upper floor.
Needless to say, he stole these diamonds from the warehouse of a secret jewelry smuggler on his way home.
The main purpose is to test whether the gems on the earth can be used as spellcasting materials.
But now it seems that these gems do not have any magical properties at all, and cannot even be used as containers to store spells, so they are thrown to the greedy red dragon as waste.
Wilmes did not despise it. He put the diamond back into the bag and threw it into an inconspicuous corner of the treasure pile, intending to open it and take a look after a year or two.
Since dragons have a completely different concept of time than mortals, the nearly half a year that Zuo Si disappeared for her was like a blink of an eye, and she didn't feel anything special about it.
In contrast, Wilmes developed a strong interest in the other world and even considered whether he could go and rob it to increase the total amount of his treasure a little.
But these have nothing to do with Zuo Si.
In any case, there was no way he would allow an evil red dragon full of destructive desire to enter the world he had reserved as a refuge in times of emergency.
Not to mention a guy like Wilmes who does what he wants, even the relatively rational liches were not taken into consideration.
Just as Zuo Si arrived at the upper area of the Mage Tower, Jeffrey, who had been studying spells, potions and other knowledge for a day, came to him and reported in a slightly excited tone: "Sir, based on the ideas you provided in your notes, we have successfully restored part of the magic spells in that world into a complete spell structure. If nothing goes wrong, we will be able to convert it into the spellcasting method of Faerun soon."
"Oh? What about the spell level?" Zuo Si asked with interest.
Jeffrey quickly replied: "Judging from the few spells that have been restored so far, most of them are between zero and four rings, and many of them were invented to make daily life more convenient.
This is not very practical for low-level mages who have relatively limited spell slots.
In particular, there are dozens of spells for cooking, seasoning, cleaning, etc., which have no value for transformation at all.
However, there are a few spells whose power reaches the seventh, eighth, ninth, or even higher levels.
But these magics are usually quite difficult to restore, and may take months or even years of repeated attempts.
Among them, the Fierce Fire, which uses magical energy as fuel and is highly malleable, has many similarities with the Arcane Fire.
I think it's entirely possible to make further use of this difficult-to-extinguish characteristic, for example, by giving it intelligence and self-awareness, making it some kind of powerful legendary spell.
In addition, space movement spells such as Floo Powder and Apparition require special magical environment support, and theoretically it is difficult for them to be compatible with Faerun's magic network.
Finally, there is the magic wand, a special piece of equipment that can greatly simplify the preparation time for casting spells and enhance the caster's perception of magic.
According to the research results of Vanessa and others, this technology can be applied to a staff or cane, allowing the holder to cast spells faster than the opponent. "
“It sounds good, but you have to keep it confidential. Don’t reveal it to outside members for the time being, and don’t put it on the list of redeemable rewards.” Zuo Si warned solemnly.
At least he did not intend to promote this magical knowledge and technology from another world before obtaining the consent of the Magic Goddess.
Jeffrey hastily assured him, "Please rest assured. Those currently engaged in research are all core members, and their loyalty to the organization is beyond doubt. In addition, several high-level mages have been included in the scope of investigation. Once these people join and become core members, our strength and the number of people conducting research will increase significantly."
Hearing that the number of liches in the Arcane Mystic Society would increase by a few more, Zuo Si's face immediately showed satisfaction: "Well done. What about the potion? Can the potion work normally?"
"Potions are supposed to store magic power in a certain way into a solution and mix it with other materials to produce an effect, so in theory it can be effective in all non-dead magic areas.
However, this kind of potion, which is not subject to standardized process specifications and is made entirely by the pharmacist's feeling, can have shockingly different effects.
We tried to mix the ingredients you brought back twice, but the difference in the effect of the same potion was a staggering more than double.
So I think it would be best to completely transform the ambiguous descriptions in these potion books into more precise quantifiers.
In this way, not only can the quality of ordinary potions be greatly improved, but the failure rate of those complex and advanced potions can also be reduced. "
Jeffrey quickly gave suggestions based on his own ideas.
In his opinion, these potions that can produce good effects without casting spells and only require the injection of magic power obviously have great development potential.
Especially the Fuling potion, drinking a bottle of it when doing important things can often have unexpected effects.
Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'm already conducting research in this area. If nothing goes wrong, there will be results in about half a year. In addition, do you have any information on the recent activity of evil dragons near Amn or Waterdeep? If not, any traces of large-scale orc tribes migrating and gathering would be fine."
"Information about the evil dragon? Traces of the orc tribe? Why are you asking this suddenly?" Jeffrey was stunned for a moment.
"Because I want to use them to test a special magical weapon."
Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a chilling smile.
"Well... if we want to test magic weapons, the orc tribes that are gathering in large numbers near the Silver Moon Alliance in the north should be a good choice."
Jeffrey pondered for a moment and immediately selected the most suitable one from the numerous pieces of information.
Because orcs are bloodthirsty, brutal, chaotic, and intelligent creatures who only know how to destroy and never produce, in the eyes of most city-states and countries, they basically do not belong to the category of "humans" just like goblins, so it does not matter how many they kill.
Take Amn as an example, although slavery is prohibited at the legal level.
But if you want to train an orc, gnoll, ogre or goblin as a slave and order it to do all kinds of heavy physical labor, most law enforcement officers will not have any objections.
They are not originally considered "human beings", so naturally they are not protected at the legal level and cannot obtain so-called "citizenship".
Only mixed-race people like orcs can be barely recognized at the social level and receive corresponding legal protection.
This is also the reason why the Mage Tower raises goblins on a large scale and sells them to the Masked Mage Guild without ever encountering any trouble.
"Are the orcs around the Silver Moon Alliance in the North beginning to stir again?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
If he remembered correctly, when he went to Waterdeep last year, he heard from merchants that Silvermoon City was under siege by the orc army.
Jeffrey sneered and corrected, "To be precise, they are ready to move every year, but they have never come within 20 kilometers of Silver Moon City.
Apart from numbers, these idiots simply don't have the power to confront the Mage Corps head-on.
Therefore, the orc army usually just plundered the surrounding villages, leaving behind thousands of corpses before retreating back to the wild forests, mountains and wastelands.
In the North, this has almost become a tradition.
Powerful adventurers and mercenary teams even regard hunting orcs as a carnival.
In the fall and winter, they would go out in droves to hunt down the orc tribes, cut off their noses as proof, and bring them back in exchange for a bounty."
"Since they know they can't take down Silvermoon City, why do the orcs continue to waste their manpower? Are they really mentally deficient? Or do they just want to vent their desire for killing and destruction?"
Zuo Si obviously couldn't understand the logic behind the orcs' behavior.
In his view, war is about making adequate preparations and then launching a surprise attack with thunderous force, destroying the opponent's manpower before he can react, or occupying important cities and strongholds, or at least destroying the opponent's supply lines.
But what are these orcs doing?
Do you send heads to the Silver Moon Alliance's army and adventurers every year to gain experience? Or do you want to use this method to consume the population that cannot be supported?
Jeffrey noticed Zuo Si's doubts and immediately explained with a smile: "I think you should not waste your energy trying to understand the orcs' logic. Because they are essentially not much different from the abyss demons. They are all a group of psychopaths who think whatever they want. Whether it is organizing people to launch an attack or looting the surrounding farms and towns, it is very likely that the chiefs just came up with it on their own accord."
"Well, it seems that I am just not compatible with people from the Chaos Camp." Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh.
Due to the habits he developed while living in the tower of the floating city, he always tended to try to figure out other people's thoughts and ideas, and then analyze their personality tendencies, so that he could make some targeted preparations.
However, the Chaos Faction's arbitrary style makes its behavior completely unpredictable.
Perhaps this is what is meant by "idiot master".
Because the people in the Chaos Camp do things without any logic at all, and they don't follow the so-called rules. Many times, they don't even consider their own interests, but simply think it's fun.
"Do you need me to teleport you there?" Jeffrey asked very considerately.
"Of course. I've never been north of Waterdeep."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
After all, he just wanted to test the power of the "Holy Ball of Physics" in actual combat. If he could teleport directly, he would do so. Otherwise, flying over on a dragon would be too slow.
Without saying a word, Jeffrey grabbed Zuo Si's arm and began to chant a complicated spell.
In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the wizard tower of Askatla, and then appeared out of thin air in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away.
Since it is winter in Faerun, the north is basically covered with white snow as far as the eye can see.
However, in the open space in the distance, one can vaguely see an extremely large camp, countless tents made of leather, and bonfires burning like stars.
"How many orcs are there here?" Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.
Jeffrey took a quick look and answered quickly, "At least fifty to one hundred thousand, maybe more."
Hearing this number, Zuo Si was obviously surprised: "Can the barren land in the north support so many orcs?"
“According to the official records of Silvermoon City, the orcs once assembled a massive army of more than half a million.
Some scholars speculate that there are at least three to four million orc tribes living in the North.
But the problem is that orcs are a race that will never engage in production, so they cannot feed such a large population by hunting and fishing alone.
So some people think that these orcs are very likely similar to the Battle of the Orcgate that took place in the Mulhorand region, and they should have come to Faerun from another world through a portal.
Of course, there is no actual evidence to support the above statement.
But the orcs' terrifying numbers and reproductive capacity are indeed quite a headache for these city-states dominated by humans, elves and dwarves."
Jeffrey told all the information he knew about the northern orcs.
毕竟相比起地精诸神的懦弱，兽人诸神可是相当凶悍的。
尤其作为兽人主神的格乌什，可是费伦鼎鼎大名的第一个弑神者，在战斗中杀死了穆尔霍兰德神系的太阳神。
左思无疑听出了对方话语中的暗示，摸着下巴意味深长的问：“你觉得我把这些兽人全部杀光，它们的神会不会降临圣者或者化身？”
“很难说，但我觉得还是不要冒这个风险比较好。”杰弗里小心翼翼的奉劝道。
“放松，我又没有说要把它们赶尽杀绝。更何况，就算兽人诸神降下化身又能怎么样，我又不是没有神明作为后台。”
说罢，左思直接从挎包内取出一个密封的金属盒子，将自己亲手制作的十几个“物理学圣球”一股脑全部放了出去。
还没等杰弗里来得及做出反应，就看到一颗颗带着尖刺和刀锋高速旋转的铁球径直飞向头顶的天空，然后以肉眼可见的速度越变越大、越变越大，直至成为一个个直径两米的恐怖铁球。
当这些杀伤力惊人的球体飞到足够的高度后，迅速借着夜色的掩护如同陨石般砸向兽人营地所在的位置。
一名正在巡逻的兽人战士似乎察觉到了什么，抬起头望着黑色的夜空。
仅仅一秒钟之后，他就听到了像是呼啸而来的风声，紧跟着看到巨大的黑色铁球凭空出现在自己面前。
只见高速旋转的刀刃根本没有受到任何阻力，轻而易举就撕开了坚硬的皮甲，并且将这个兽人的胸膛撕开，鲜血、碎肉和骨头顿时四散飞溅。
才不到半秒钟的功夫，兽人的上半身就和下半身彻底分了家，基本已经可以宣告当场死亡。
但如果你以为这就完了，那可就大错特错。
当铁球的距离靠近后，那些遍布在表面的锋利尖刺便开始如同磨盘一样，把他的整个身体绞碎，变成漫天血雾在空气中飞舞。
没有任何语言能够形容这种血腥残暴到极点的恐怖景象。
更可怕的是，这样的情况随着越来越多的铁球落下，整个营地内都变成了一模一样的炼狱般的光景。
不管是那些负责站岗放哨的兽人，还是那些躺在篝火旁边睡觉的兽人，凡是挡在铁球前进路线上，就没有一个能够侥幸活下来。
除此之外，那些被掀飞的篝火堆也不可避免把周围的帐篷全部点燃，形成了一望无际的壮观火海。
再加上兽人的军队原本就是由无数个小部落组成，根本没有什么系统性的指挥，遇到突发情况的反应速度比蜗牛还慢。
一时之间，竟然出现了炸营的状况。
毕竟但凡不是傻子在看到那些高速旋转的恐怖铁球后，都会第一时间选择逃跑，而不是冲上去试试自己的身体是否扛得住如此可怕的攻击。
没过一会儿功夫，便有成千上万的兽人死在铁球无差别的追击下。
而且死者尸体大多被肢解的面目全非，连一块完整点的尸块都找不到。
作为一名实力不俗的高阶法师，杰弗里曾经见到过很多惨烈的杀戮场面，但从来没有眼前这些不起眼的铁球带来的景象更加震撼人心。
因为这压根就不是什么魔法，而是最纯粹不过的物理攻击。
其中自我旋转产生的切割效果有点类似于战车上的刀刃，只要速度够快就能轻松切开一切触碰到的东西。
正是这种效果造成了眼前令人不寒而栗的血腥杀戮。
除此之外，另外一项带有自动追踪且速度极快的撞击，反而非常容易被忽略。
要知道直径两米的铁球，其自身重量和速度带来的撞击力，根本不是随随便便什么东西都能够抵挡的。
就算是砸在地上都会对周围一定范围内造成轻微地震。
一名看上去拥有不低战士或是野蛮人等级的强壮兽人，刚才举着盾牌试图阻挡其中一个铁球前进。
结果当场像个破烂的布娃娃一样被硬生生砸飞到半空，然后掉下来砰地一声活活摔死，连惨叫都来不及发出。
别说是血肉之躯了，就连城堡的围墙都不一定能扛得住这一下。
事实上，一些专门用来拆房子的破碎锤工程车上的铁球，直径也才两米左右，基本上晃动起来就能轻松砸碎钢筋混凝土的墙壁。
更不用提“物理学圣球”那可以达到最高每小时三百公里的惊人速度。
“这就是您说的魔法武器？”
杰弗里转过身用看待疯子一样的眼神盯着左思。
他根本无法想象，这玩意究竟是基于什么魔法原理或者灵感制造出来的。
左思一边疯狂吸纳那些兽人死后留下的魔法能量和生命能量，将溢出的部分用来提升巫师等级，一边面带微笑的回答道：“没错。你觉得它们怎么样？我准备以后抽空做上几十乃至几百个。到时候就算不用剧毒和瘟疫，也能轻松毁灭一座城市乃至一个国家。”
“您制造这些铁球的灵感源自于另外一个世界？”杰弗里十分好奇的问。
“嗯。确切地说，源自于另外一个世界巫师们最热衷和喜爱的一项运动——魁地奇。”
在接下来几分钟时间里，左思大概给身边的巫妖解释了一下具体的规则，以及其中最有意思的部分——游走球。
当杰弗里听到赛场上会有两个直径超过二十五公分的铁球，以每小时最高三百公里的速度追着球员，立刻感到一阵头皮发麻，然后瞠目结舌的问：“他们疯了吗？”
“不，我觉得他们可能是在通过这种与死亡擦肩而过的方式寻求刺激。另外，我怀疑球场上应该有某种在触碰瞬间降低撞击威力的魔法，所以死亡率并没有你想象中那么高。根据游走球的原理，我稍微加入了一点自己的理解，然后制造出了这种物理学圣球。”
说着，左思开始控制那些肆虐的铁球一个一个缩小并飞回来。
当一排沾满鲜血、碎肉和内脏的小铁球在眼前排列整齐，他这才挥舞魔杖释放“清泉如水”将铁球冲洗干净，然后重新放回盒子里扔进挎包。
等做完这一切，左思迅速借助地牌的特殊能力打开一道传送门，对身边的杰弗里说道：“测试完毕。走吧，我们该回去了。”
“如您所愿。”
巫妖二话不说，便跟着这位总是出人意料的组织首领返回了法师塔。
至于那些陷入混乱的兽人过了好一会儿才终于平静下来，看着已经被完全烧毁的营地，完全不知道发生了什么。
因为它们从始至终都没有看到敌人的身影，只看到了那些漫天飞舞能够把同类轻而易举撕碎的恐怖铁球。
连敌人都没有看见就死伤超过数万人，还有三分之一在混乱中不知道跑向了何处。
这种局面让为首的兽人酋长怒不可遏，但又不知道该找谁报复、发泄。
就在兽人们茫然不知所措的时候，原本躲在树林里负责侦查敌人动向的几名人类和半精灵游侠终于松了一口气。
为首留着一头灰色短发的女性更是像虚脱了一样，一屁股坐在雪地地上，用略带颤抖的声音说道：“森林女神梅莉凯保佑！如果不是亲眼所见，我简直不敢相信这个世界上居然有如此可怕的东西。”
“是啊！我敢打赌，那些高速旋转的巨大铁球，至少杀掉了有三万以上的兽人战士，剩下的也都成了惊弓之鸟。看样子，短时间内应该是不会再发起进攻了。”另外一名男性游侠也跟着心有余悸的附和道。
“你们觉得那些铁球是哪来的？”
看上去最年轻的游侠小心翼翼向同伴询问。
为首的女性苦笑着摇了摇头：“别问我，我怎么知道。那些铁球就像凭空出现的一样，突然就落到兽人的营地里开始肆虐，然后又突然的消失。”
“也许是某个大法师或者传奇法师施展的法术？”蹲在树梢上的人插了一嘴。
“可能是，也可能不是。不过这跟我们都没有任何关系了。反正我们要做的就是尽快把整件事情的经过上报给艾拉斯卓女士。”
说完这句话，为首的女性游侠立刻给埋伏在周围的小队成员打了个撤退的手势，随后众人便掉头朝银月城所在的方向进发，没过一会儿便隐没黑暗之中。
大概几个小时过后，等这些消息被送到城主办公桌上的时候，艾拉斯卓立刻浮现出十分怪异的表情，用半开玩笑的语气问：“我亲爱的老朋友，你确定这份情报的描述没有出错？十几个直径超过两米、带旋转刀刃并且能够以极快速度自动追踪和攻击的铁球，直接杀死了数万兽人并摧毁了它们的营地？”
“千真万确。我亲自询问过带对的游侠队长和队员，他们的描述完全一致，同时没有任何受到幻术系魔法和心灵魅惑类法术影响的迹象。”
一名佩戴高级竖琴手徽章的男人不加思索给出肯定答复。
Since cities such as Silvermoon City and Waterdeep are traditional allies of the Harper organization, the Harper will also provide them with relevant intelligence when needed.
"It's really strange. If this is true, then there must be a great wizard or even a legendary wizard who used his unique magic to help us solve a big problem." Elastre said, stroking the hair hanging by his ears.
"That's beyond doubt. But the question now is, who did it? As far as I know, no high-level wizard has left Silvermoon City, and I've never heard of any wizard using similar magic before." The man rubbed his brows with a headache.
Obviously, in the eyes of the Harpist Alliance, this guy who inexplicably slaughtered tens of thousands of orcs is absolutely a dangerous element who needs to be investigated and paid special attention to as soon as possible.
Especially the terrifying iron ball magic. If it were used on one's own people, it would definitely be a nightmare.
"Regarding this, I think you should pay more attention to the orcs' reactions. Because they definitely want to know who did all this more than you do." Alustriel reminded him with a playful wink.
"You're right! With the orcs' vengeful nature, they will definitely want to find the person who caused all this and kill him." The man nodded thoughtfully. "What should we do if we find this person?"
Alustriel smiled and replied, "It's simple. Invite him to visit Silvermoon City. I'm curious about what kind of wizard would think of inventing this kind of magic that can control a giant iron ball."
"Okay, I understand."
The man obviously realized that the Lady of Hope of Silvermoon City had returned to her old habit of being particularly "sexually interested" in special talents.
However, considering that since becoming the ruler of this city, Alustriel has been fulfilling his obligations diligently and conscientiously, making Silvermoon City better day by day, no one would care too much about such private life matters.
After all, as one of the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic and one of the Seven Sisters of the North, she possesses nearly eternal life, and has completely different views on emotions and desires than ordinary people.
After seeing off the leader of the Harper Alliance, Alustriel, who had not slept all night, yawned, turned around and returned to his own room, took off all his clothes, lay naked on the bed in a very lazy posture, and began to try to pray to the goddess of magic and ask who did this.
After about a few minutes, she got a name, a name that she had paid special attention to not long ago - Soth.
"They are the chosen ones of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease..." Alustriel was slightly surprised.
But when she wanted to know more from the magic goddess, she found that she no longer received any response.
Because at this moment, the third-generation magic goddess Midnight was sitting in the palace of her own country, looking through the magic knowledge and techniques that Zuo Si had just brought back from another world, her face full of relief and joy.
After several minutes, she smiled and murmured to herself, "The judgment of Oghma, the God of Knowledge, is indeed correct.
There is no better return than investing in a growing planeswalker.
If these interesting spells were transformed into magic, then many ordinary people with sufficient intelligence could also learn magic to make their daily lives more convenient, thereby increasing and expanding the influence of magic.
I guess I need to find time to have a good talk with Soth."
Almost at the same time, in the Temple of Knowledge in the outer plane.
Oghma was also strolling through the huge library that had just been built in his country, occasionally picking up a book from the stacks and reading it with great interest.
It goes without saying that these books were copied directly from the British Library by Zuo Si and stored in his mind.
When he returned to Faerun, he immediately passed it to the God of Knowledge through the connection on the magic ring.
After obtaining such a vast amount of knowledge, the latter immediately used divine power to restore it into books and built this independent library.
At present, Oghma is full of excitement and anticipation, carefully reading and understanding the knowledge and ideas contained in each book.
In particular, the countless books on philosophy, ideology, social development, natural science, etc., brought him unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.
Through these books, the God of Knowledge seemed to see a world completely different from that of Faerûn, a world created by mortals and flourishing to an unimaginable degree.
Especially some direct visual materials such as photos and videotapes, which made Oghma unknowingly deeply addicted to them and unable to extricate himself.
Finally, the god could no longer hold back his curiosity and immediately created an avatar out of thin air and descended into the material world.
However, in order to keep it secret, he did not inform his believers and the temple, but disguised himself as an old scholar and entered Athkatra alone, intending to visit Zuo Si in the Mage Tower and have some necessary discussions with him.
But what Oghma didn't expect was that when he arrived at the entrance of the wizard tower, he happened to meet the incarnation of the goddess of magic.
The two powerful gods obviously noticed each other and immediately smiled at each other.
"What a coincidence." Midnight took the initiative to say hello.
Oghma responded with emotion: "Yes, what a coincidence. If I am not mistaken, you must have come to discuss the application of magical knowledge and skills in another world with Soth, right?"
"So, you are also here to explore knowledge about another world?" Midnight asked tentatively with a smile.
"That's right. I have a lot of questions that I need Soth to answer, or I can look for the answers in another world. Since we both have similar goals, why don't we go together?" Oghma took the initiative to invite the Goddess of Magic to go with her.
"It's my pleasure."
Midnight readily agreed, and walked forward shoulder to shoulder with the old man dressed as the God of Knowledge, and knocked on the closed door of the Mage Tower.
(End of this chapter)