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.
After all, compared to the cowardice of the goblin gods, the orc gods are quite fierce.
Especially Gruumsh, the main god of the orcs, was the famous first godslayer in Faerun, who killed the sun god of the Mulhorandi pantheon in battle.
Zuo Si undoubtedly heard the hint in the other party's words, and asked meaningfully while stroking his chin, "Do you think that if I kill all these orcs, will their gods descend as saints or incarnations?"
"It's hard to say, but I think it's better not to take the risk." Jeffrey advised cautiously.
"Relax, I didn't say I would kill them all. Besides, even if the orc gods send down their incarnations, what can they do? I have the support of the gods."
After saying that, Zuo Si took out a sealed metal box from his bag and put all the dozen or so "holy balls of physics" that he had made by himself into it.
Before Jeffrey could react, he saw iron balls with spikes and blades spinning at high speed flying straight towards the sky above his head. Then they grew bigger and bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they became terrifying iron balls with a diameter of two meters.
When these spheres with incredible destructive power flew to a sufficient height, they quickly took advantage of the cover of night and smashed towards the location of the orc camp like meteorites.
An orc warrior on patrol seemed to notice something and looked up at the black night sky.
Just one second later, he heard a sound like whistling wind, and then saw a huge black iron ball appear out of thin air in front of him.
The high-speed rotating blade encountered no resistance at all and easily tore open the hard leather armor and the orc's chest, causing blood, flesh and bones to splatter everywhere.
In less than half a second, the orc's upper body was completely separated from its lower body, and it could basically be declared dead on the spot.
But if you think that's the end of it, you're wrong.
When the iron ball got closer, the sharp spikes covering its surface began to act like millstones, crushing his entire body into pieces, turning it into a blood mist flying in the air.
There are no words to describe this horrific scene of extreme bloodiness and brutality.
What’s even more terrifying is that as more and more iron balls fell, the entire camp turned into an identical purgatory-like scene.
No matter whether they were the orcs standing guard or those sleeping beside the campfire, no one who stood in the path of the iron ball would survive.
In addition, the blown-away bonfires inevitably ignited all the surrounding tents, forming an endless and spectacular sea of fire.
In addition, the orc army was originally composed of countless small tribes. There was no systematic command at all, and the reaction speed to emergencies was slower than a snail.
All of a sudden, the camp was in chaos.
After all, anyone who is not a fool will choose to run away immediately after seeing those terrifying iron balls spinning at high speed, rather than rushing forward to try whether his body can withstand such a terrible attack.
Before long, thousands of orcs died from the indiscriminate pursuit of the iron balls.
Moreover, most of the bodies of the deceased were dismembered beyond recognition, and not even a complete piece of body could be found.
As a high-level wizard with considerable strength, Jeffrey had seen many tragic scenes of killing, but none of them was as shocking as the sight brought about by these inconspicuous iron balls before his eyes.
Because this is not magic at all, but the purest physical attack.
The cutting effect produced by self-rotation is somewhat similar to the blade on a chariot. As long as the speed is fast enough, it can easily cut everything it touches.
It is this effect that creates the chilling bloody massacre before our eyes.
In addition, another collision with automatic tracking and extremely fast speed is very easy to be overlooked.
You have to know that the impact force caused by the weight and speed of an iron ball with a diameter of two meters cannot be resisted by just anything.
Even if it hits the ground, it will cause a slight earthquake in a certain range around it.
A strong orc who looked to be at a high level of warrior or barbarian was holding up a shield and trying to block one of the iron balls from moving forward.
As a result, he was smashed into the air like a tattered rag doll, and then fell to death with a bang, without even having time to scream.
Not to mention flesh and blood, even the castle walls might not be able to withstand this blow.
In fact, the iron balls on some breaker trucks that are specifically used to demolish houses are only about two meters in diameter, and can easily smash reinforced concrete walls by just shaking them.
Not to mention the "Holy Ball of Physics" which can reach an astonishing speed of up to 300 kilometers per hour.
"Is this the magic weapon you mentioned?"
Jeffrey turned around and stared at Zuo Si as if he were a madman.
He simply couldn't imagine what magical principle or inspiration this thing was based on.
Zuo Si frantically absorbed the magic energy and life energy left by the orcs after their death, and used the excess to upgrade his wizard level. He smiled and replied, "That's right. What do you think of them? I plan to make dozens or even hundreds of them when I have time. By then, even without poison or plague, I can easily destroy a city or even a country."
"Did your inspiration for making these iron balls come from another world?" Jeffrey asked curiously.
"Yes. To be exact, it comes from Quidditch, the most popular and beloved sport among wizards in another world."
In the next few minutes, Zuo Si roughly explained the specific rules to the lich beside him, as well as the most interesting part - the wandering ball.
When Jeffrey heard that there would be two iron balls with a diameter of more than 25 centimeters on the field, chasing the players at a maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour, he immediately felt his scalp tingling, and then he asked in astonishment: "Are they crazy?"
"No, I think they might be seeking excitement by brushing shoulders with death. Also, I suspect there must be some kind of magic on the court that reduces the impact force at the moment of contact, so the mortality rate is not as high as you think. Based on the principle of the Bludger, I added a little of my own understanding and created this holy ball of physics."
As he spoke, Zuo Si began to control the raging iron balls to shrink one by one and fly back.
When a row of small iron balls covered with blood, minced meat and internal organs were neatly arranged in front of him, he waved his wand and released "Clear Spring Water" to rinse the iron balls clean, then put them back into the box and threw them into his bag.
After finishing all this, Zuo Si quickly used the special ability of the land card to open a portal and said to Jeffrey beside him: "The test is completed. Let's go, we should go back."
"As you wish."
Without saying a word, the lich followed the always unexpected leader of the organization back to the Mage Tower.
As for the orcs who were in chaos, it took them a long time to calm down. Looking at the camp that had been completely burned down, they had no idea what had happened.
Because they never saw the enemy from beginning to end, they only saw those terrifying iron balls flying in the sky that could easily tear their own kind into pieces.
More than tens of thousands of people were killed or wounded without even seeing the enemy, and another third ran away in the chaos without knowing where to go.
This situation made the leading orc chieftain extremely angry, but he didn't know who to take revenge on or vent his anger on.
Just when the orcs were at a loss, several humans and half-elf rangers who had been hiding in the woods to monitor the enemy's movements finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman with short grey hair in the lead seemed to be exhausted. She sat down on the snow and said in a trembling voice: "May the forest goddess Mielikki bless you! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that there are such terrible things in this world."
"Yes! I bet that those huge iron balls spinning at high speed have killed at least 30,000 orc warriors, and the rest have become frightened birds. It seems that they will not launch any more attacks in the short term." Another male ranger echoed with lingering fear.
"Where do you think those iron balls came from?"
The ranger who looked the youngest asked his companion cautiously.
The leading woman smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Don't ask me, how would I know. Those iron balls seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly fell into the orc camp and began to wreak havoc, and then suddenly disappeared."
"Maybe it's a spell cast by a great wizard or a legendary wizard?" the person squatting on the treetop interrupted.
"Maybe, maybe not. But it has nothing to do with us. Anyway, what we have to do is to report the whole incident to Ms. Alustriel as soon as possible."
After saying this, the leading female ranger immediately signaled a retreat to the team members who were lying in ambush nearby. Then they all turned around and headed in the direction of Silvermoon City, and soon disappeared into the darkness.
A few hours later, when the news was delivered to the city lord's desk, Alustriel immediately showed a very strange expression and asked in a half-joking tone: "My dear old friend, are you sure the description of this intelligence is correct? A dozen iron balls with a diameter of more than two meters, with rotating blades and capable of automatically tracking and attacking at extremely fast speeds, directly killed tens of thousands of orcs and destroyed their camps?"
"It is absolutely true. I have personally questioned the ranger captain and team members, and their descriptions are exactly the same. There is no sign of any influence from illusion magic or mind charm spells."
A man wearing the insignia of a senior harpist answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
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 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)
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