Mingtan Island is a small island located at the junction of the northern part of the Sword Sea and the southern part of the Sword Bay, with several affiliated small islands around it.
To the west are the Moonshae Islands, to the east are Baldur's Gate, to the north are the Korrin Isles, and to the south are the Nelanther Islands.
Judging from its location, it can be called an important maritime transportation hub.
This is also the reason why Luskan would take huge political and military risks to capture Mindan Island.
Controlling this place means being able to strategically suppress hostile city-states such as Neverwinter and Waterdeep at sea.
Not to mention the huge profits that can be brought by monopolizing the trade routes in the Sword Coast area.
But unfortunately, Mingtan Island is not like other city-states in the North, which fear the power of the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood and its fleet composed of a large number of pirates.
As a result, in a naval battle, Luskan's fleet was defeated by Mingtan Island and its allies, and fled back in disgrace.
During the battle, the outstanding sailors and mercenaries impressed all who witnessed the war.
From then on, the Arcane Brotherhood never again set their sights on the island.
Of course, this was not because Luskan was not strong enough, but because the price to take over here was too high, and there was nothing valuable on the island itself, so in the end it could only be left unresolved.
In addition, due to the pronunciation, many people often mistake Mingtan Island for Lantan Island south of the Nalanther Islands.
The latter is the foundation of the worship of Gond, the god of craftsmen.
It is rumored that the humans and dwarves there hate magic and worship technology, and many complex and advanced machines and technologies were born here.
It can even be said that Lantan Island is the place with the most advanced productivity and production technology in the entire continent of Faerun, apart from the magical factors.
It's a pity that the island has been closed to the outside world all year round and has almost no communication with the outside world.
Obviously, Gunder, the god of craftsmen, is no fool. He understands the impact that the inventions created by his followers will have on the world, and how they will anger gods more powerful than himself.
Therefore, they decisively chose to close the country to the outside world to ensure that those overly advanced technologies would not affect the existing productivity and production levels of the continent of Faerun.
Simply put, it means playing by yourself behind closed doors.
Zuo Si had always wanted to visit Lantan Island, but unfortunately he never found the opportunity.
Vanessa obviously saw the confusion revealed by the leader of the organization, and hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Luskan did have a naval battle with Mingtan Island.
But the problem is that since the rise of the Nalanther Islands, not only has the pirates' living space been greatly reduced, but a large amount of trade volume has also been taken away from Mingtan Island.
Especially their mercenaries, it is difficult to find decent jobs.
So if a third party takes the lead, it is not impossible to form an alliance.”
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Interesting. I'll give you forty-eight hours to find out what happened on Mingtan Island." Zuo Si gave the order directly.
Only at this time could he feel the authority and power that came with being the leader of a powerful spellcasting organization.
Many times, just one sentence is enough and the people below will do their best to carry it out.
"I've sent people to investigate, and I believe there will be results soon." Vanessa assured without hesitation.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Then I'll leave this matter to you.
Remember, if Mindan Island is truly allied with Luskan, then destroy it without mercy.
Be it the self-proclaimed tyrant Tarnsir Embiilhan or those stupid and arrogant mercenaries, wipe them all out without leaving a single one alive.
From now on, adventurers and adventure teams will be allowed to exist in any area controlled by the organization, but mercenaries will absolutely not be allowed.
These guys who will do anything for money are nothing more than a scourge and a source of social instability.
So I don't care what their background is, I will treat them one by one. The first time they enter, I will give them a verbal warning, and the second time, I will impose a huge fine and deport them.
If you dare to do it a third time, gather your forces and destroy it right here and there."
When saying this, Zuo Si did not try to hide his naked contempt and disgust for the mercenary group.
He had a very bad impression of most mercenaries. They basically either took advantage of the chaos to loot the surrounding villages and towns, or tried every means to create chaos and tension, and then earn a lot of gold coins from wealthy employers.
Wherever these people are, the situation will basically become turbulent in a very short period of time.
After all, the market for mercenaries will only increase when there is a war.
For example, in the Kingdom of Tethyr, where a fierce civil war is raging, there are several active mercenary groups ranging in size from hundreds to one or two thousand people.
They might be serving one of the noble lords today, but tomorrow they would join another camp and turn against their former employer.
There's nothing we can do about it, since the other party gives us more money.
This shows that the so-called professional ethics are all bullshit to most mercenaries.
"Understood! I swear that those mercenaries on Mingtan Island will never see tomorrow's sunrise." Vanessa's eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light.
It was obvious that the great necromancer was ready to launch a massacre and make all those foolish guys join his army of undead creatures.
"Don't be so hasty. We are a reasonable and neutral organization. Even if we want to take action, we must first find evidence against the other party. And I have a hunch that Mingtan Island's actions this time must be related to the Red Robe Wizard or the Zhentarim."
Zuo Si casually expressed his speculation.
Ever since he learned that the Arcane Brotherhood had cooperated with these two organizations, he had made comprehensive preparations.
Even if Manshoon and Sazastan came, there would be no way to prevent the end of the Arcane Brotherhood's rule over Luskan.
"I'll be careful."
Vanessa nodded slightly, then turned and headed for the teleportation room in the Mage Tower, using the fixed portal to return to the Nalanther Islands.
Along with him were several new liches who had joined the core of the organization.
After all these people left, Zuo Si focused his attention on making a suitable weapon for himself.
There is no doubt that with his current financial resources and the magical metals and materials in his hands, he is fully capable of making a sub-artifact like the Archmage's Staff.
But unfortunately, the staff is too cumbersome to use and is not as convenient as other weapons.
So after much deliberation, Zuo Si decided to make a melee weapon instead of the traditional cane used by most mages.
Although he himself has not received any form of melee training, he can gain corresponding experience through a lot of magic and divine arts.
In addition, melee weapons are far more confusing to the enemy than staffs, making the opponent unable to understand the situation and make wrong judgments.
Just do it!
Since the goal is to create a melee weapon, the main material must be a special metal that can accommodate magic power.
Secondly, a series of complex designs must be carried out in advance, such as how many magic symbols should be inlaid in total, what each one means, and what effect it can produce. All of these must be repeatedly checked and corrected.
Finally, it is necessary to integrate all the different systems of magic knowledge that Zuo Si has collected so far and inject them all into this weapon.
By then, at least dozens of magics from the first to the ninth ring will be needed.
Due to the heavy workload, Zuo Si soon forgot about the forces under his command and had unknowingly started secret battles with Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood dozens of times.
Almost at the same time, in a tavern far away in the port of Mingtan Island, a middle-aged woman wearing a red robe and with a very obvious tattoo mark on the back of her bald head was sitting at a table, yawning out of boredom.
Judging from his attire and iconic tattoos, it's easy to tell that this guy is a member of the Red Coven.
About ten seconds later, a man in chain mail walked in from outside and bowed respectfully: "Master Ganir, according to your instructions, we have successfully dealt with Tarnsir Enbuilhan and controlled the entire island."
“Well done.”
The woman called Master Garnier stood up and slowly walked out of the tavern door.
At this moment, the port and urban area of Mingtan Island have been completely occupied by the red-robed wizards from Sel and their army.
Although the number of these troops was not large, there were only about five hundred people.
However, their equipment was extremely sophisticated, and they even had many low-level mages and apprentices assisting them.
With the help of some local mercenaries, they eventually defeated the island's guards at a very low cost.
As for Tarnsir Embiilhan, who had a certain level of warrior, he was killed on the spot as expected.
Judging from the charred body hanging in a conspicuous place, he was most likely killed by a huge fireball hitting his face, or was directly hit by lightning.
"I'll give you two days to gather all the forces on Mingtan Island and prepare to cooperate with Luskan's fleet to launch a sneak attack on the Nelanther Islands." G'niel gave the order without looking back.
As the highest leader of the Red Coven in the north-central region, she obviously had a very deep interest relationship with the Arcane Brotherhood.
Whether it's the huge profits made from selling addictive narcotics or purchasing relics from the Netheril era dug out from the underground, it can gain the favor of the organization's top ring mentors and chiefs.
After all, sufficient research funds are very important for mages, not to mention that there are relics from the Netheril era that can be used for research.
Thanks to these two points, G'Hanir was able to climb to his current position as a Level 11 Shaping Mage.
Otherwise, generally speaking, the highest decision-maker in a certain area within the Red Wizards' Coven is usually required to be a ring mage instructor of at least LV13 to LV15.
However, due to the sparse population and the wild frozen land in the northern part of Faerun and Luskan, not many people were willing to blow the cold wind, which gave her a great bargain.
In fact, the Cyre Concession that appeared in Baldur's Gate not long ago was actually the work of G'Haniel.
Taking advantage of the conflicts between factions within a town as a starting point, and then finding the right time to extend her own hand in, has always been her forte.
"Master, I don't understand why you agreed to the conditions proposed by the Arcane Brotherhood? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't we remain neutral and not help either side until one of the parties is in a weak position, then lend a helping hand and demand generous rewards?" The man in chain armor cautiously probed.
In Cyre, the red robed wizards have supreme status and power.
As for the others, they all have to provide various services around these "bald guys" who shave their heads to increase the area of the magical tattoos.
Therefore, even though he is a capable warrior and captain, he must pay attention to the tone and attitude of his speech.
Otherwise, this sinister and cunning woman in front of him might deliberately arrange for him to die in the next mission at any time.
Garnier pursed his lips and explained meaningfully: "No, you don't understand. The rise of the Nelanther Islands has begun to squeeze our profits.
In particular, a large number of low-priced magic items, equipment and potions are snatching away the market and customers that should have belonged to us.
In addition, they have banned all pirates from entering their area of control, so the funds of the Arcane Brotherhood are rapidly drying up and they are unable to purchase more goods from us.
Taking all the above into consideration, I decided to join forces with the Arcane Brotherhood and launch a sneak attack using Mingtan Island as a forward base.
It doesn't matter even if we fail. As long as we can inflict a severe blow on the ports and cities they have just built, similar situations will be alleviated.
What's more, isn't this all done by Mingtan Island?
It has nothing to do with us, the Cyrus."
moment!
The warrior understood the sinister intentions of the bald woman in front of him, and immediately glanced with sympathy at the mercenaries who were still cheering for victory not far away.
It's obvious without asking that these guys have been fooled and will be used as cannon fodder to die.
There is absolutely no way any of them would survive this sneak attack.
It is not difficult to see from the decision made by Garnier that she has no idea who is the controller behind the Nelanther Islands.
After all, Vanessa and her group of liches were only manipulating things behind the scenes and had never really appeared on the stage.
Moreover, the conversation between the two had already been heard clearly by a thief hiding in the darkness.
After collecting enough information, the latter quickly found a deserted place, activated the teleportation magic scroll he carried with him, and disappeared without a trace.
Obviously, he was the spy planted by the Lich on Mingtan Island.
…
At the same time, in the Lord's Hall of Neverwinter Castle, Lord Nasir was reading a piece of intelligence sent by his men.
After a full minute, he asked in an incredulous tone, "Is this information accurate? Orcs in the north are dying in large numbers for some unknown reason?"
"Of course! I assure you with my own honor and life that this incredible scene is happening. For this reason, I even went to several orc tribe camps that are relatively close to Neverwinter. As a result, I found that there was not a single living person inside except for corpses that were eaten beyond recognition by wild beasts. In addition, judging from the state of the dead, they all died of some terrible disease."
A human thief covered in brown skin answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
As the head of Neverwinter's intelligence agency, he himself is a member of the Neverwinter Nine Guards.
It's just that they need to lurk in the dark all year round to collect intelligence and spy on the enemy, so they rarely appear in public.
"You mean... a plague is spreading among the orc tribe? Are our people showing any signs of infection?"
Lord Nasir obviously realized the seriousness of the problem.
After all, plague is such a terrible thing.
Once the damage spreads, the population of a city may be halved in an instant.
In addition, the death of a large number of civilians will also cause panic and riots.
He would rather take up sword and fight the evil army of Luskan than face the invisible threat of plague.
The intelligence chief shook his head slightly. "Not yet. All those who came back, including me, went to the Temple of the God of Justice to be examined by the priests. I also found that the bodies were only orcs, but not those half-orcs. Similarly, the nearby goblin and barbarian tribes were not affected at all."
"A plague that only infects orcs? How is that possible!" Aribeth couldn't help but exclaim.
"Ma'am, this is not impossible. At least I know someone who can do it. He came to Neverwinter not long ago and has even formed an alliance with us to deal with our evil neighbor Luskan to the north." The intelligence chief stated his guess directly.
"Soth, the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease Talona?"
Lord Nasir's face suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, but then he frowned and asked, "Why did he do this?"
The intelligence chief replied in an uncertain tone: "I personally tend to think that he is taking revenge on the orcs for their wanted bounty on him and an attack that occurred near Silvermoon City not long ago.
Based on the intelligence obtained from the Harpers, the Orc Gods sent two Chosen and a large number of elite warriors to try to kill Thoth, but ultimately failed.
So it makes sense that he would unleash a terrible plague on the orcs as retaliation.
You have to know that this young man has an unusually strong desire for revenge.
And they never treat intelligent humanoid creatures such as orcs, goblins, gnolls, and ogres as human beings.
In Athkatra, he even raised a group of goblins infected with lycanthropy and sold them to wizards who needed to conduct necromancy experiments.
"So... this situation is a good thing for us?"
Lord Nasir stroked the thick beard on his chin.
"Yes. Without the threat of orcs, it will be a good thing for all the towns and villages in the North. At least they don't have to worry about the massive invasions and looting by orcs every autumn and winter." The chief intelligence gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
He had seen too many villages slaughtered by these green-skinned and dirty beasts, and had rescued many female captives who had been ravaged and abused, so he had no sympathy for the orcs at all, and wished that all the orcs in the world would die.
In comparison, Erebeth, a paladin serving the god of justice Tyr, seems to be more conflicted.
On the one hand, she was happy that the civilians could live in peace without the threat of orcs.
On the other hand, the justice she believed in did not allow her to approve of the release of plague and indiscriminate massacres.
Perhaps it is this contradiction between law and kindness that leads to its tragic fate.
Fortunately, Lord Nasir was a warrior rather than a paladin, so he didn't hesitate and immediately couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha! No orcs? This is simply the best news I have heard in all these years as a lord. It seems that even the power of poison and plague can produce amazing effects as long as it is used in the right place. Next time we meet, I must thank Soth."
"Well! I will go talk to the wizard of the Star Cloak later." Lord Nasir nodded slightly.
After this brief briefing, the intelligence chief quickly turned around and left Neverwinter Castle, leaving only Eribes and Lord Nasir in the hall.
The latter obviously noticed the contradiction and struggle in the former's heart, and immediately smiled and said: "Don't think too much, and don't try to get stuck in a rut.
Justice is never absolute but a very broad concept.
And since you are not a priest, there is no need to try to define the good or evil tendencies of various behaviors.
You are a paladin, and paladins are only to follow their heart and instincts."
Eribes smiled bitterly and responded, "But I really want to figure out whether Soth's behavior should be considered good or evil? Judging from the results, his indiscriminate massacre of a race must be considered an outright evil act.
However, the massacre of orcs indirectly rescued many captives who were abducted as slaves, and also provided a relatively safe living environment for civilians who had suffered from the orcs' looting.
If we look at the motivation..."
Before the young half-elf paladin could finish his words, Lord Nasir interrupted, "Enough, didn't I tell you not to dwell on this?
Human hearts and human nature are complex things, and it is impossible to simply and crudely categorize them as good or evil.
Moreover, the more evil beasts like orcs who only know how to destroy and not create die, the better the world will become.
If you're having trouble getting over this, talk to a pastor.
Also, I heard that you have been getting very close to Van Swick recently?"
moment!
Eribes looked very embarrassed, blushing as he quickly explained, "It's not what you think. We just get together occasionally to discuss our understanding of justice. You know, he is a priest of the God of Justice, and he can answer some of my questions to some extent."
"Okay, okay, no need to explain."
Lord Nasir is an experienced person, how could he not know the little secret between the two.
But considering that Eribes was rather thin-skinned, he did not expose her immediately or make fun of her. He just found an excuse to send her away.
In fact, the news that large numbers of northern orcs were dying from the plague soon swept through every town in the North like a hurricane.
All the local rulers who learned of this news finally realized that the Talona Church's previous propaganda that Zuo Si was the "Son of Plague", the "Man of Disaster" and the "Destroyer of the World" was not an exaggeration, but that he really had such abilities.
As a result, orders were issued to maintain the highest level of attention on his whereabouts.
Because of the mass extinction of the orcs in the north, many intelligent rulers of the continent of Faerun realized that Zuo Si was an extremely terrifying biological weapon.
As long as he wanted, he could kill all people and animals and leave no grass growing within a radius of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers.
Similarly, this fear of poison, disease, and plague also invisibly strengthens Talona's influence.
In order to please this goddess, many places built temples and statues in prominent locations in the city.
The pastor, who was once hated by everyone and treated like a rat crossing the street, quickly moved from underground activities to recruiting believers in the open.
This expansion finally reached its first peak with the safe arrival of the first group of captives who escaped back to the civilized world from the northern wilderness after untold hardships.
Seeing these ragged relatives and friends who had been presumed dead appear in front of them alive, many people cried with joy.
After listening to each other's stories, they decided to convert to the goddess of poison and disease, Talona.
There are also some families that have a blood feud with the orcs, and they have completely thrown themselves into the arms of the church. They follow the priests to learn how to concoct poisons that are deadly and cultivate plagues that can easily turn a city into a deadly place, intending to poison the rampant orc tribes in the southern jungles.
When the accumulation of this belief and influence reaches a certain critical point, the star symbolizing Talona in the night sky suddenly releases a light that is ten thousand times brighter than usual.
This light immediately made the gods realize that Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, had officially stepped over the level of weak divine power and became a member of the medium divine power.
From now on, she no longer needs to rely on any powerful divine power. Her own strength alone is enough to deal with most enemies.
There is no doubt that this increase in divine power not only made Talona herself ecstatic, but also attracted the jealousy of many other gods.
The most typical example is Lovita, who once served the god of murder, Baal, with her.
At this moment, in the realm of the gods in the outer plane, this aggressive, domineering, bold and fearless goddess is waving the whip in her hand and madly whipping the souls of her believers, roaring like a madman: "Why? Why is it Talona and not me?"
Unfortunately, no one could give her an answer.
Intense resentment, jealousy and resentment were like poisonous snakes eating away at her heart.
You have to know that for a long time, Loviata and Talona regarded each other as competitors.
But now, the latter has opened up a gap of a whole order of magnitude with the former.
What’s even more infuriating is that the two had originally agreed to find an opportunity to seek refuge with Shar, the goddess of the night, after Baal’s death.
But Talona obviously didn't need it at the moment.
Just when Lovita was feeling indignant about this, a familiar figure arrived in her country.
The visitor was none other than the incarnation of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease.
"What are you doing here? Are you here to show off the power you've gained? Also, why are you like this now? I remember you always appeared like an old woman before." Lavita asked through gritted teeth.
"show off?"
Talona smiled and shook her head.
"No, I don't have that much time. I came here today to invite you.
I believe you already know that I now not only have enough power to protect myself, but I can also provide you with a certain amount of shelter.
As for this image, it was originally my original appearance, but later it changed to a certain extent due to the influence of believers.
But now, under the influence of a large number of new believers, I have returned to my original self.
What's more, my most beloved chosen one and son of plague, Soth, obviously prefers me like this.
To be honest, I originally thought that it would take at least a few years for me to be promoted to a medium-level divine power.
But his recent actions in the North have accelerated this process to an unimaginable level.
Especially those statues and temples that appeared out of thin air greatly enhanced my influence.
Finally, I would like to thank His Majesty Io, the Supreme God.
If he hadn't changed the rules during the turbulent years, my power wouldn't have grown so fast."
Hearing this, Lovita, who was already burning with jealousy, became even more resentful. She immediately sneered and said sarcastically, "But your voters don't believe in your teachings, and don't even want to have much contact with your church in the mortal world. Moreover, he flirts with the God of Knowledge and the Goddess of Magic. Especially the latter, who loved to mess around with her voters in the previous generation."
moment!
Talona, who was smug in the last second, turned extremely gloomy in the next second, and at the same time felt a green hair on her head.
After half a minute, she clenched her fists and growled, "No one can take Soth away! He is mine! Both body and soul! If anyone dares to cross this line, I will destroy the entire world and myself as revenge. Remember! Lovita! This is the first time you have violated my taboo, so I choose to forgive you. But if it happens again, I will be happy to send you to the astral realm to lie dead."
Seeing that the Goddess of Poison and Disease showed signs of going mad, Lovita immediately shut her mouth and dared not continue to provoke her.
She suddenly realized that the mortal known as the "Son of Plague" probably had an incredibly high status in the other person's mind.
They stared at each other for two or three minutes. When Talona gradually calmed down, Lovita cautiously asked, "Do you really want to invite me?"
"That's right! As you wish, I am already a mid-level god, and will become even more powerful in the near future. I need the assistance of some subordinate gods. We know each other best, so if you agree to be my subordinate god, I will give you protection."
Talona put forward her conditions directly without any disguise.
Because she knew that choosing the Night Goddess Shar was only a temporary solution, or a fallback plan.
In fact, this oldest of the twin goddesses does not conform to the ideas of the two in terms of doctrine.
But the problem is that with the fall of the three gods of death and the rise of Cyric who inherited all the priesthood of the three gods of death, both Loviata and Talona felt an unprecedented crisis.
After all, this madman dared to backstab the saint of God when he was still a mortal. One can imagine how crazy he was.
In addition, both of them are "remnants of the previous dynasty", so even for their own safety, they have to find a thicker thigh to hug first.
However, with Talona's promotion to middle-level divine power, Lauviata clearly had a better choice.
Although there had been fierce competition between the two goddesses, it was just competition and did not rise to the level of grudges or conflict of priesthood.
What's more, they know each other well, so there is no need to worry about being ambushed.
So after pondering for a moment, Lovita immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay! I agree to be your subordinate god."
After saying this, she took the initiative to bend down and bow to show her respect to the Lord God.
Although this change of identity made the goddess of abuse feel a little uncomfortable and uneasy, it was obviously much more reliable than going to the goddess of night, Shar.
In this way, the Goddess of Poison and Disease and the Goddess of Abuse formally formed an alliance between superiors and subordinates.
Almost at the same time, the goddess of night Shar, who was in the wasteland of destruction and despair, clearly sensed this with her series of powerful priesthoods. A playful smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "Did Lavita reject my invitation and ally with Talona? Interesting! It seems that the origin of everything is related to the young man from another world. Fortunately, I have already arranged a chess piece in advance. Now all I need to do is wait patiently."
As the last word came out of her mouth, she raised her hand and created a dark gray mirror out of thin air.
Through the mirror, you can see the vampire queen Badi lying on the sofa with her favorite dark elf descendant, enjoying the afterglow of the flesh.
As a vampire, unlike other undead creatures, they will not completely lose all physical senses.
So they are more keen on pleasure than other undead creatures.
However, as one of the oldest twin goddesses in the world, Shar was not interested in such boring behavior. Instead, she stared at the life growing in Badi's belly with her dark and deep eyes.
After confirming that everything was normal, she closed the mirror and showed a satisfied expression: "It is really exciting to see what the dark seeds born after the fall of light can breed. It's a pity that the fragments of divine power remaining in the body of this Saint Amaunator are too small. Otherwise..."
It goes without saying that what happened in the underground temple of Askatla was the work of this goddess.
All of a sudden, there was the six-armed snake demon lord from the Abyss, the conspiracy of the goddess of night Shar, the war with Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood that was about to break out, and the orcs who had suffered huge losses and were eager for revenge...
The west coast of Faerun continent is once again becoming turbulent.
Zuo Si, who was at the center of the storm, still stayed in the Mage Tower as if nothing had happened, concentrating on making a sword-shaped staff for himself.
Yes!
You heard it right!
It was a staff in the shape of a long sword! In his opinion, the traditional staffs in Faerun were not suitable for him, and the wands in the Harry Potter world were too short.
Considering that close combat is occasionally needed, a sword with a variety of uses becomes the best choice.
However, this sword is slightly different from ordinary magic swords. Its main function is to enhance spellcasting, rather than rushing up and chopping people.
As for simple and crude blunt weapons, [Talona's Favor] is enough.
Unfortunately, this artifact has not yet successfully captured any valuable soul, so it cannot exert its full power for the time being.
Like Zuo Si, also busy making magic items is the six-armed snake demon lord Monahil deep underground.
But what she made was a teleportation orb.
When this bead, formed by the fusion of countless gems, pearls and human bones, was completed and inlaid into the portal, a rift connecting to the bottomless abyss was finally torn open.
Countless demons swarmed in from the other side like a tide.
The one rushing to the front was naturally the absolute ruler of the 531st floor of the abyss - the six-armed snake demon.
However, most ordinary snake demons are only three meters tall, far less huge than Monashir, who has become a secondary lord.
They were like well-trained officers, controlling the originally chaotic low-level demons at an extremely fast speed and preventing them from running around.
However, considering the limited space in the temple and the surrounding tunnels, only about three thousand demons were teleported in the first wave.
Among them, the lowest level cowards accounted for the vast majority.
As cannon fodder among cannon fodder, they do not even have complete independent consciousness and wisdom, but simply rely on numbers to overwhelm the enemy.
Just a small fragment of soul is enough to create a coward.
Moreover, these guys are extremely timid and cowardly. When they encounter an enemy stronger than themselves, they tend to scatter very quickly, or simply kneel down and beg for forgiveness from the other party.
The word "qie" in the word "qie mo" comes from this.
Of course, the demon lords had already thought of a solution, which was to send a formidable supervision team to kill all the cowardly demons who dared to turn around and escape.
Many mid-level and high-level demons are very happy to perform such tasks.
Sometimes, after a war, there is a high possibility that more cowards die at the hands of our own people than at the hands of the enemy.
But compared to ordinary human army soldiers, the cowards are undoubtedly powerful.
Although they are only about 1.23 meters tall, they weigh 80 kilograms and their strength attribute exceeds 12 points.
In addition, as a demon, he has a series of immunities, resistances and spell-like abilities, such as [Fear] and [Stinking Cloud].
Once a large-scale release is successful, it will definitely be a complete massacre for human soldiers without the support of spellcasters.
"Great Lord, the army has been assembled according to your orders. When can we launch the attack?"
A six-armed snake demon came to Monahil and asked respectfully.
"How is the war going in the abyss?" Monahill couldn't help but ask about the situation in her hometown first.
After all, the abyss is her base. If the territory of her hometown is lost, it will be meaningless no matter how many souls she harvests in the material world.
The six-armed snake demon responded without hesitation: "It's the same as when you left. The situation is still at a stalemate. The other party doesn't seem to have any plans to attack recently. Every day, they just send some low-level demons to launch a symbolic attack and then quickly retreat."
"Very good! Since our old rival has given us such an opportunity, let's make good use of it. Bring your people and immediately capture every corner of this city's sewers. But be careful not to alert the mortals on the ground. We will give them a big surprise tomorrow night."
As she said this, Mona Hill couldn't help but lick her lips with her tongue.
She could already smell the evil-smelling souls in the city of Askatla, and she was in a state of extreme excitement.
Because only such a soul can transform and create the most powerful demon.
In addition, luring those originally pure and noble souls into the abyss can also obtain very, very generous rewards from the abyss consciousness.
This is why countless Abyss Lords are keen to corrupt mortals, especially paladins who symbolize purity, nobility, and kindness.
Baphomet, the Minotaur King, and Pazuzu, the Wind Lord, would immediately grant power to a holy warrior when they heard him begging for help.
The purpose is to play the long game and catch the big fish, making the paladin dependent on the power bestowed by him, and eventually corrupted little by little.
Of course, the holy warriors are well aware of this.
So strictly speaking, the two sides are in a delicate state of game.
If the paladin can stick to his original intention, it is equivalent to using the power of these demon lords for free to survive the crisis.
But if not, the demon lord has a wonderful soul to harvest.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
