The gorgeous bathroom was filled with steam, and the slightly dim lighting made everything around look hazy.
Zuo Si was lying in a huge pool at this moment, feeling the hot spring gushing out from under the Silver Moon City Palace. Every muscle and every cell in his body seemed to relax.
There is no doubt that there is nothing more enjoyable than soaking in warm water after a long journey and battle in the wild.
Especially the bathroom in the Silvermoon City Palace, which was specially built to be very luxurious in order to cater to Alustriel's special hobby of taking a bath and inviting friends and lovers to take a bath together.
Whether it is the magic lamps hanging on the walls, the several separate large bathtubs, or the lounge chairs placed in the water, all of them prove how much Ms. Hope loves taking a bath.
There would even be maids bringing in alcoholic drinks and food for those taking the bath to replenish their energy.
Of course, I can't explain in too much detail why you need to replenish your energy when taking a bath. Those who understand will understand.
Anyway, Zuo Si doesn't need to replenish his strength for the time being.
To be exact, he wasn't even in the same pool as Elastro, but was at least seven or eight meters away from him.
Through the hazy white steam, you can vaguely see the other person's slender figure looming in the mist, full of temptation that cannot be described in words.
Coupled with her sincerity, gentleness, tolerance, maturity and wisdom, the voters of this magical goddess simply satisfy all the beautiful fantasies of men about the opposite sex.
It is no wonder that so many people are crazy about Alustriel. Even Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon, once fell in love with her.
Unfortunately, Zuo Si knew very well that this female "Sea Queen" would never give up the entire forest for a tree.
Her biggest problem is her overly "philanthropic" character.
According to legend, Alustriel once collected a magical portrait of Drizzt Do'Urden, a famous dark elf ranger in the North.
As for what exactly was done with this portrait, only she herself knows.
So in Zuo Si's opinion, Elastro might be a good friend and lover, but he is definitely not suitable to live together for a long time.
Of course, there are exceptions such as those who have a cuckold complex and like to find excitement from it.
In this regard, Trist's choice is definitely the wisest.
Although he also had a good impression of the Queen of Silvermoon City, he was always very clear that with his sensitive identity, he could never be worthy of her.
Just as Zuo Si was silently thinking about what the future of the North would be like, Alustriel on the other side suddenly asked: "Sos, what are your plans for the future? Or what goals do you want to achieve?"
"Plan? If you mean the actions in the Nelanther Islands, Baldur's Gate, and Luskan, the original idea was just to make money to buy those ridiculously expensive precious magic materials. In short, it's to make money. Other than that, I don't have any political intentions or ambitions."
Zuo Si obviously understood what the Queen of Silvermoon City wanted to know, and gave a clear answer without hesitation.
In fact, with the opening up of the New World, he was no longer as enthusiastic about Vanessa's original idea of controlling the maritime trade on the west coast of Faerun as he had been before.
Because it is easy to make a fortune by simply getting some sugar, salt, luxury goods, condiments, spices, silk, cloth, special steel and other things from the earth in the industrial age.
Moreover, when buying things there, Zuo Si would always directly "borrow" the amount of money he needed from drug lords, warlords, and gangsters, without any cost at all.
However, now that the framework of the entire organization and sphere of influence has been established, the liches, their apprentices, and subordinates are all benefiting from it, so it is not easy to stop it directly.
Otherwise, Zuo Si wouldn't even bother to fight this battle with the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan.
"Don't you want to build an ideal country according to your ideas? With your intelligence and ability, it should be easy for you to make the people under your rules live a rich and comfortable life, right?" Elastro asked with interest while lying beside the bath.
"Wealthy and comfortable? Hahahaha!"
Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, and responded while laughing: "It may not be difficult to be rich, but it is impossible to be comfortable.
Because human desires are endless.
When a person is extremely hungry, perhaps a piece of bread, a grilled fish, or even a bowl of stale leftovers will make him feel extremely satisfied and happy after eating it.
But if a person is full, even if the delicacies from land and sea are placed in front of him, he will not be able to eat too much.
On the contrary, after meeting the most basic survival and security needs, people will further desire spiritual satisfaction, such as various types of entertainment.
When all the above needs are met, they will go further and want social status and political power.
I heard that you are the first person in Silvermoon City's history to be successfully elected as the Supreme Mage through a nationwide vote.
Then I believe you should know best how terrible and ridiculous it is to let civilians who lack sufficient foresight, knowledge and wisdom decide who the supreme leader is through voting.
And these people are very easy to be instigated.
Often, just a tiny spark can immediately trigger a large-scale riot.
In other words, they often don't know what they are doing. They just follow some rumors blindly and quickly, and they lack independent judgment.
Not to mention using similar methods to decide important policies of a city-state or even a country.
That is why I say that ruling is a very troublesome, time-consuming and laborious task.
The ideal situation is for a small group of elites who can understand the suffering of the people to exercise centralized rule and keep the common people away from the political sphere that they do not understand at all as much as possible, so as to ensure the stability of the entire city-state and even the country.
Only by maintaining stability can society develop steadily, and at the same time the poorest people can obtain income sufficient to support their families.
You have done very well in this regard.
Silvermoon City's one and a half century of stability has allowed most of the citizens here to accumulate considerable wealth.
When civilians have money, they will have purchasing power, which in turn will form a prosperous and stable market, attracting merchants from other places.
Over time, there was a steady flow of trade and taxation.
To be honest, Silvermoon City is the city with the least internal conflicts that I have seen in the continent of Faerun.
Except for the fact that there are too many high-level mages and it is difficult to manage, everything here seems so perfect."
"Thank you for the compliments. But compared to these compliments, I would rather hear you point out the shortcomings and areas for improvement. From the rapid rise of the Nelanther Islands, I find that you seem to have very unique insights in this regard."
There is no doubt that, unlike voters like Khelben and Elminster who are not too keen on getting involved in politics, Alustriel is a person with clear political ambitions.
Perhaps this was because she witnessed the fall of the famous elven city of Myth Drannor (also known as Cormanthor) when she was young, so she wanted to build a city or even a country like that throughout her life.
The best proof of this is the huge and complex barrier inside Silvermoon City, which is like an elven magic maze.
For Alustriel, magic and the power of the elect are merely tools for him to realize his political ambitions, and the latter is the most important.
Compared to magical knowledge, she prefers to hear some advanced ideas and systems about governing the country.
As long as the suggestions can make Silvermoon City more prosperous and wealthy and strengthen the ties between the towns in the Silvermoon Alliance, she will be happy to listen and give generous rewards.
In this way, the two chatted "frankly" in the bathroom for more than three hours, and then walked out with a feeling of unsatisfied desire.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zuo Si always felt that the maid standing outside the door looked at him in a strange and weird way.
After he led his team out of Silvermoon City, rumors immediately spread among the maids that Soth, the chosen one of both the Goddess of Poison and Disease and the Goddess of Magic, could satisfy Her Majesty the Queen in the bathroom for more than three hours.
You have to know that most people come out looking tired within half an hour.
Without using magic, anyone who can persist for an hour can be considered "gifted".
Moreover, Zuo Si still looks so young and has a promising future.
Of course, Zuo Si certainly couldn't hear these rumors.
Because when he was about to return after completing his journey to the north, he was blocked by Erinikas on a country road outside Silvermoon City.
It goes without saying that Erinikas first went to Neverwinter but didn't find anyone, and then chased him all the way from Neverwinter to Silvermoon City.
Looking at the great elf wizard standing in front of him, Zuo Si immediately asked with a hint of curiosity: "Why don't you stay in the underground temple to study the saints of Amaunator? Why did you come all the way to see me?"
"I want to study that artifact scepter."
Erinikas stated his purpose without any further ado.
"The artifact scepter? Sorry, we already had an agreement between us. The artifact belongs to me, and the saint belongs to you. So I will not hand over the scepter to you, so give up this idea as soon as possible." Zuo Si refused bluntly.
What a joke! The artifact is now fully charged, and its terrifying power is enough to threaten even the battle incarnation of God.
If I hand it over at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the other party a trump card that can threaten my life?
What's more, the magical knowledge and unique skills of the elves in Erinikas's mind had long been drained, and there was no value in trading at all.
"Make an offer."
Irenicus obviously has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and is still trying to achieve his goals through transactions.
But Zuo Si shook his head firmly: "I told you, it's impossible. No matter what the conditions are, I will never give you the artifact for research. Unless... you plan to go to war with me!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly became very dangerous and aggressive.
"Why? It's just a divine weapon that has exhausted its energy. Besides, I don't want to take it for myself. I just want to use it as a reference for studying the nature of divine power." Erinikas questioned with a puzzled look on his face.
"I don't want to explain this, and I have no need or obligation to explain it to you. No means no, there is no room for negotiation."
When Zuo Si said this, his tone was unquestionable.
His attitude immediately made Erinikas feel incomprehensible, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, trying to find the answer from the subtle changes in his expression and attitude.
But in the end, nothing was gained.
Even if he racked his brains, Erinikas would never have imagined that Zuo Si could go to another world to collect the power of faith and then charge the artifact scepter.
The two looked at each other in silence for about half a minute. The former took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He asked in a low voice: "Besides the saint of Amaunator and that artifact, do you know anything else related to God that is worth studying?"
"Of course! But the question is, can you afford the price now?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.
"What do you want?"
Ernicus obviously learned his lesson this time and did not rush to make offers.
"It's very simple. Help me capture five fire giants who can grant mortals three wishes. Remember, every fire giant must have the ability to grant three wishes, not one less."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he offered a price that could definitely be described as "insane".
You have to know that fire giants are not good guys and women. They are very aggressive and invasive, and very good at escaping.
Even for a legendary wizard like Erinikas, it would be very difficult to capture one, let alone five.
Furthermore, the five fire giants can grant a total of fifteen wishes.
Needless to say, Zuo Si intends to use this method to improve his two most important basic attributes, intelligence and perception.
According to his current understanding of the wishing technique, this nearly omnipotent magic can increase a basic attribute by a maximum of five points, and it must be done in one go.
This means that if you want to increase it to the theoretical maximum value, you must consume five ninth-ring spell slots at once, as well as a large amount of expensive spell materials and mana.
But the wish granted by the fire giant is different, it does not require the wisher to consume anything.
But the disadvantage is that the fire giant cannot use the wish magic on itself, and can only grant it to other mortals.
Each fire giant can give a mortal up to three opportunities to make a wish.
So in theory, as long as there are five fire giants, and they are summoned every day to make a collective wish, one of the basic attributes can reach the highest bonus.
Hearing such an outrageous condition, Erinikas immediately clenched his fists in anger and questioned through gritted teeth: "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I just put forward my own conditions. It's your choice whether to agree or not. Anyway, when you give me five sealed magic bottles containing fire giants, I will tell you what else in this world can be used to study the essence of gods."
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, directly opened a portal and led the team through it and returned to the Mage Tower in Askatla.
Watching the portal gradually shrink and eventually disappear, Erinikas's anger finally erupted. He suddenly raised his hand and shot out a dissociation ray, which disintegrated a piece of hard stone not far away into powder. He growled in a low voice: "Asshole! Just wait! The moment I become a god, I will come back to settle this account with you."
However, despite cursing and roaring, he finally used the teleportation method to go to the Elemental Plane of Fire to look for the trace of the Fire Giant.
There is no way, when you are under someone's roof you have to bow your head.
Most importantly, Erinikas was not sure whether he could defeat Zuo Si, the voter, if a fight really came to that.
So after careful consideration, he finally chose to swallow his anger for the time being.
But what Irenikas didn't know was that while he was busy exploring the extremely harsh environment of the Fire Elemental Plane, his own nest had already caught fire.
In the underground temple that originally belonged to Amaunator, a group of demon worshippers wearing black robes, hoods and bone masks were gathering here to prepare for a sacrificial ceremony to summon demons.
In order to summon the most powerful demon in the Abyss, they not only obtained a name written in the Abyss language, but also kidnapped a large number of living people as sacrifices.
Now, this once sacred temple has been completely defiled by blood and death.
Six girls, symbolizing purity, had their heads chopped off in an extremely cruel manner and placed in six corners.
Their headless and naked bodies were laid sideways to form a strange pattern.
In the center of the pattern, the blood gathered into a small pool.
In addition, there were at least thirty humans, halflings, and half-elves imprisoned in cages in the back.
Several of the humans were wearing clothes with holy emblems and marks of gods, and they were obviously clergymen from the major temples in the city.
In order to fulfill their twisted wishes, these devil worshipers even planned to sacrifice the priests of the gods to please the devil.
The leading man in black saw that everything was ready and immediately shouted to his men, "Let's get started! Bring up all the sacrifices!"
"No! No! No! Let me go! Let me go! I can give you money! I'm willing to pay any ransom!"
A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman or a nobleman struggled desperately, his face full of pleading.
After witnessing the other party's cruelty with his own eyes, his psychological defenses collapsed instantly and he was willing to pay any price to survive.
But unfortunately, devil worshipers are usually not in their right minds.
They clearly prefer power to money.
So after struggling for a while, the middle-aged man was forced to sit next to the blood pool in the middle.
Before he could shout out how much property he had, his neck was chopped off by an axe. Blood instantly gushed out from the aorta, splattering everywhere.
"Great God of Justice Tyr, please save us."
"Lord of the Morning! Your humble followers need help now!"
“Ah…
…
For a moment, all the captives who were still conscious were stunned by the extremely bloody and cruel scene before them.
Because they realize that these cruel and violent devil worshipers want to kill everyone.
However, the leader of the devil worshippers obviously did not care about the reactions of the captives. He continued to command his men in an orderly manner, bringing people up one by one and beheading them.
Every time a living person's blood flows into the blood pool, the magic circles on the ground drawn with the blood and corpses of pure girls will become brighter.
When the last captive was forcibly sacrificed, the entire temple of Amaunator was shrouded in an extremely chaotic and evil atmosphere.
The foul breath from the abyss was released almost undisguisedly from the middle, corroding the spirit, thoughts, consciousness, and even the soul of these demon worshippers.
Although strictly speaking, the Abyss and Hell are the most evil of the lower planes.
But compared with hell, which has order and rules, the abyss is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence.
Especially the demons born from the abyss, each of them is extremely bloodthirsty, cruel, manic and arbitrary.
Even they themselves often don't know what they will do in the next second.
Seeing that the passage connecting to the Abyss had been established, the leading demon worshiper immediately knelt down, raised his hands and chanted loudly: "Monahil! The most loyal and powerful six-armed snake demon lord loyal to the great Queen Shatari! Please taste these sacrifices of your life and soul! Then respond to our call and descend to the material world! There are countless mortal souls here waiting for you to start a war to harvest them!"
"You are a legend of bloody battles! You are a general that countless demons are terrified of!"
"Please bless us! Let this world fall into war and destruction!"
"May your weapons remain sharp forever! May your enemies tremble at your feet!"
Along with the praises and calls of the worshippers, the huge pool of blood in the middle of the magic circle finally began to react.
In less than a few seconds, it quickly boiled over.
When it boiled to the extreme, all the blood began to evaporate into a hazy red mist, and eventually a demon image with a snake-like lower body, an upper body similar to that of a human female, but with six arms slowly formed in the air.
Her skin looked very fair, and her facial features were indescribably beautiful. When she stood, she was over six meters tall, almost touching the ceiling of the temple.
There are six different weapons on the six arms, some are long swords, some are scimitars, some are flails, some are war hammers, some are spears and two-handed giant swords.
Almost all of these weapons exude a dazzling arcane aura, and you can tell without asking that the enchantment level is definitely above +3.
Especially from the astonishing destructive power emanating from the body of this snake demon, it is not difficult to see that she has long surpassed the level of ordinary snake demons and is an out-and-out secondary abyss lord.
A demon of this level is considered a top figure even in the Abyss where lords are numerous.
What's more, what makes the six-armed snake demons different from other demons is that they are more fanatical about war and killing.
Among them, the six-armed snake demon queen and lord of the 531st floor of the abyss, Shatari, once led her army of six-armed snake demons to inflict heavy losses on the devil.
It also raised the bloodiness and violence of the bloody battle to a level that even many demon lords and devil dukes could not bear.
So in the end, some of Shatari's enemies in the abyss and the devil actually signed a secret agreement, and imprisoned them in a prison called "The Well of Darkness" through some conspiracy.
However, there are rumors that the six-armed snake demon queen escaped from the famous prison that trapped countless abyss lords, and has now quietly returned to the level she rules to restore her strength. She plans to reintegrate her subordinates who are caught in chaos and infighting, and then take revenge on her enemies who have plotted against her.
Of course, news like these from the Abyss are difficult for most people in the material world to access.
This also leads to many people trying to summon demons, even though they have the correct name, but fail again and again.
The reason is very simple. These summoned demons are basically either dead or imprisoned by more powerful forces and cannot respond at all.
Fortunately, the six-armed snake demon sub-lord in front of him had not yet become the defeated party in the brutal civil war, so he responded to the call and appeared before these fanatical demon worshippers.
A full minute passed, when the blood-colored mist completely condensed into a solid, and she began to observe the surrounding environment and the simple and crude magic circle under her feet that did not have any protective blessing.
Finally, Monahil confirmed that these tiny mortals kneeling before her actually dared to summon her without any protection. A playful smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, and she spoke in the ancient Abyssal language: "You have done well, believers. Now tell me, what kind of reward do you want?"
"Power! Please grant us the power of the great abyss!"
The leading devil worshipper suddenly raised his head, his face full of ecstasy.
In other words, almost all devil worshippers, without exception, want to join and become one of the devils.
In this way, they have endless lifespan and great power.
"Here, drink it, and you will be blessed by the Great Abyss."
As she spoke, Monahill scooped out a pool of black blood that had been permeated by the power of the abyss from the almost dried up blood pool at her feet and handed it directly to the other party.
Anyone with a little common sense knows that anything that has been contaminated by the aura of the abyss will, without exception, contain terrible poison.
Moreover, its amazing chaotic power can lead a person to depravity and madness without realizing it.
But the leading devil worshipper obviously did not have professional knowledge in this area, so without even hesitating, he immediately opened his mouth and drank a big mouthful of the foul-smelling blood.
The next second...
He felt as if his body was being bitten by thousands of insects. He fell to his knees and screamed in pain.
“Aa ...
Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels spread throughout the body began to burst one after another.
The whole person became a bloody mess in less than a few seconds, and finally fell on the ground with his face up and took his last breath.
Needless to say, he was unable to withstand the incomparable evil, filth, and chaotic power of the abyss.
In other words, in the eyes of the abyss, this guy is far from being evil enough, chaotic enough, or crazy enough.
The death of their leader undoubtedly struck fear into the hearts of the other devil worshippers.
They couldn't believe it even in their dreams. They had finally summoned a powerful six-armed snake demon, but got such a result. Fear was revealed in their eyes.
But Monahill obviously did not intend to give these guys a chance to regret. She handed the blood to each of them and semi-forced them to drink it.
In the end, out of more than thirty demon worshippers, only two successfully gained the recognition of the abyss and transformed from mortals into half-human, half-demon forms.
Although its appearance is still roughly human, its beast-like yellow vertical pupils reveal the characteristics of a creature from a lower plane.
The rest either died miserably or refused to drink, and were easily crushed to death by the six-armed snake demon lord like stink bugs.
Looking at the two half-demons who had successfully transformed, Monahil ordered bluntly: "Go, go to the city on the surface to collect the materials on this list. I want to forge a teleportation orb to teleport the army in the abyss, and then I can start a war to plunder enough souls."
"As you wish, great lord."
The two devil worshippers quickly knelt down and prostrated themselves before the ground.
From the moment they turned into demons, their mentality had undergone a very subtle change. They only had deep-seated admiration for the snake demon in front of them and no longer had the slightest will to resist.
After the two of them left, Monahil licked her tempting red lips and murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "I am so lucky to be summoned to a world full of mortals. As long as I harvest enough souls here, I can get a steady supply of troops and eventually win the war with Kaliwa."
There is no doubt that for any demon, the material world is equivalent to a wheat field.
Mortals and their souls are like wheat growing in the fields waiting to be harvested.
Only with sufficient soul sources can the demon lord transform them into soldiers of different forms such as larvae, cowards, and imps.
Of course, there seems to be nothing wrong with calling them "cannon fodder".
In the never-ending wars, the best among these low-level demons will slowly discover and strengthen their connection with the abyss, and then evolve into higher-level demons.
Due to the chaotic nature of the Abyss, the evolution of demons is not as stable as that of devils.
In fact, the evolution of demons is completely random.
Even if you search the entire abyss, you will never find two demons that are exactly the same.
Even demons classified as the same type can have huge differences between them.
Sometimes these differences are in appearance, and sometimes they are innate abilities and spell-like abilities acquired during the evolution process.
Not to mention the random mutations that even the most experienced demonologists don't know what to call them.
Some people who have a deep understanding of the abyss and demons often know very well that classifying countless demons is actually a meaningless and time-wasting task.
When a low-level demon evolves into a high-level demon, its status will change from cannon fodder to the right-hand man of a commander, general, or lord.
However, this relationship is not secure.
Because the devil follows the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.
Unless the lord can always remain much stronger than his subordinates, betrayal may happen at any time in the next second without even the slightest sign beforehand.
Compared to other demons in the abyss, the six-armed snake demon is actually one of the more "loyal" ones.
Otherwise they would not have become the favorite advisors, spouses, lovers, and commanders of the armies of many demon lords.
But this loyalty is only relative to other demons.
Soon, Monahir used his ability as a lesser demon lord to summon several subordinates from the abyss and began to transform this temple hidden underground.
You know, it is not an easy task to summon an army of demons in the continent of Faerun.
Because of the existence of the gods, all preparations must be made with extreme caution.
Otherwise, once exposed, this six-armed snake demon will be faced with an endless stream of "adventurers" who will be enough to scare the entire multiverse.
Not to mention a mere secondary abyss lord, even Demogorgon, the so-called most powerful demon prince, would be killed.
…
At the same time, in the basement of the Athkatra Mage Tower.
Zuo Si, who had just finished his journey to the north, was carefully handling the bodies of the two dead.
One of them was a human warrior who was killed during the raid on the lair of the Lord of the Symbols, Shangela, and the other was a legendary orc warrior and chosen one who was killed recently.
I saw him using very skillful movements to cut off the relatively intact organs and limbs from the two corpses, and then reassemble and sew them together.
With his mastery of necromancy magic, Zuo Si completed the task in less than an hour. Finally, he placed the heart of Baal, the god of murder, into his chest. Then he immediately said to the summoned liches, "Let's get started!"
"As you wish!"
The six liches immediately raised their hands and began to chant magic spells loudly, injecting astonishing negative energy into the modified corpse.
As for Zuo Si himself, he stood in the middle of the magic circle and guided this energy.
A full ten hours later, when the heart belonging to God began to beat, the stitched corpse finally slowly opened its eyes, exuding a chilling breath of killing and death.
Not only that!
Under the effect of Baal's heart, its body began to expand rapidly, and its skin grew a thick gray-blue stratum corneum at an incredible speed. A large number of sharp black bone spurs grew out of its body, and its hands and feet turned into claws. Its head was more demonic than a demon. Acidic saliva flowed out from its mouth full of fangs, dripping on the ground with a hissing sound. Behind its butt was a thick and long tail.
"This is... the Killer?"
A lich apparently recognized the meaning of this form, and his mouth opened wide in surprise.
"No, not exactly. If a more appropriate term is used to describe it, it should be called the Death Slayer. It seems that this heart belonging to God has not disappointed us. Even after losing all its divine power, it is still a rare treasure. If we kill a few more sons of Baal and take the killing divinity from them, then this undead creature will become extremely powerful."
Zuo Si commented with interest, stroking his chin.
Since there is no magic to grant him wisdom and independent thinking ability, no matter how powerful the Death Slayer becomes, he is ultimately just a servant and puppet under his control.
If it didn't need to be further enhanced in the future, it would be made into a biological card in minutes.
"It's truly a masterpiece. It's a pity that it's impossible to obtain a second top-level necromancy magic material like the heart of a dead god."
Vanessa walked closer, reached out her hand and gently stroked the cold and hard cuticle on the Death Killer's body, which was like scales, and her tone revealed deep regret.
As a necromancer, he was very keen on creating various powerful undead creatures.
Recently, he even transformed the bodies of several dead dragons into mindless zombie dragons or skeleton dragons. He longed to obtain such a treasure and create a top-level undead of his own with his own hands.
Zuo Si smiled and responded, "Don't be so absolute. Who can predict the future? After all, Baal is not the only god who died in this magical land. By the way, how are your preparations for war going?"
"The fleet has been assembled and is ready to strike a heavy blow to the pirates of Luskan. In addition, I have also used the box you gave me to load an army of undead, which can be airdropped to the tower of the Arcane Brotherhood to launch a general attack. I assure you that once the war begins, this group of ridiculous enemies will collapse in just one day."
When saying this, Vanessa's tone was full of strong confidence.
Because he learned a lot of knowledge from the scrolls of Netheril from the notes provided by Zuo Si, his spellcasting level was improved in more than a year, and he was very close to crossing that threshold and becoming a legendary wizard.
Similarly, the spellcasting abilities of other liches in the organization were also improving by leaps and bounds, and the number of core members who mastered nine-ring magic had reached an astonishing ten.
Even the two most powerful wizards in Baldur's Gate, Habaser Derin and Taelantir, agreed to join the organization and transform themselves into liches under the temptation of knowledge.
So in Vanessa's opinion, if anything goes wrong when dealing with a third-rate spellcasting organization like the Arcane Brotherhood, then she can just die. There is no need to continue living in this world and embarrass herself.
"Very good! In that case, let's find an appropriate time to act. I have already informed Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and Silvermoon. Waterdeep and Silvermoon will choose to ignore it, while Neverwinter will join forces with surrounding towns as an ally to contain some of Luskan's troops. Although I don't think this makes any sense, it will make our actions less politically isolated."
Zuo Si decisively delegated power to this lich who was keen on expanding his organization's sphere of influence.
As the saying goes, leave professional matters to professionals.
In addition, he himself had no experience in ruling and commanding the army, nor did he have any interest in it, so delegating power became the best option.
Vanessa had obviously been waiting for this, and hurriedly put one hand on her chest and bowed: "Understood, I will make sure to give these allies some sweet treats. In addition, after this war is over, we will be the second largest maritime force on the west coast of Faerun, second only to Amn. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Mingtan Island seems to have become a little uneasy recently. I suspect they may have secretly formed an alliance with the pirates of Luskan."
"Mingtan Island? Didn't they fight a naval battle with the pirates from Luskan some time ago?" A puzzled expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.
Like all the islands close to the mainland in the Sword Coast area, Mingtan Island is also a gathering place for pirates.
However, unlike the chaotic situation of other pirates, a man named Tarnsir Embiilhan used violence to forcibly integrate the various regions on the island and established a relatively stable regime.
Anyone who tried to resist was killed without mercy.
Therefore, in outside rumors, he has always appeared as a tyrant.
But it is undeniable that since the coming of this tyrant, the local residents of Mingtan Island no longer make a living by looting, but turned to mercenaries and trade.
However, the traditions preserved from the past have made them highly tolerant of the pirate profession.
Even many notorious pirate gangs can dock here, resupply, and sell some of the looted goods and ships.
Zuo Si had always felt that this small island was not big enough to threaten the rapidly rising Nalanther Islands in terms of population size or strength, so he basically ignored it.
But who would have thought that even if he didn't cause trouble for the other party, the other party would actually dare to take the initiative to cause trouble for him.
I am simply tired of living...
(End of this chapter)
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