Because ever since Achlum Grace came to Luskan and founded the Arcane Brotherhood, he has been the undisputed ruler of the city and the surrounding areas.
This situation has lasted for more than ten to twenty years, and no one has ever dared to challenge his authority.
But now, the four tower masters have joined forces with several other high-level wizards to overthrow the rule of this tyrant in one fell swoop.
Not only that, they also severely injured the latter, forcing him to flee in an extremely embarrassing manner, and it is even unknown whether he is still alive.
Most importantly, the timing of launching this rebellion was so sensitive that whether it was Silvermoon City, Neverwinter City, or Waterdeep City near the south, they all thought that these guys were completely crazy.
Because the rulers of these cities have already learned that the fleet of the Nelanther Islands has just wiped out the fleet of Luskan and has now landed on the Whalebone Islands to deal with the pirates who are allies of Luskan.
Moreover, Zuo Si had also made it clear before that he would completely destroy the Arcane Brotherhood this time and bring Luskan into his sphere of influence.
So the Arcane Brotherhood broke out into serious internal strife at this time, simply because they didn't know how to write the word "death".
Realizing that the opportunity to defeat his old enemy Luskan was at hand, Lord Nasir, despite opposition from his subordinates, immediately contacted some traditional allies in the surrounding areas, formed a coalition force of up to 4,000 people, and marched to the border in a mighty manner, ready to attack.
Upon realizing this, the Arcane Society no longer cared about fighting for power and immediately ordered the few troops in the city to organize themselves and confront the Neverwinter coalition forces across a river.
But what's interesting is that neither side had the opportunity to take action first. Instead, they strictly restrained their soldiers and prohibited them from making any provocative moves.
For Neverwinter, as long as they could hold back Luskan's troops, their mission would be accomplished. There was no need to risk their lives.
Luskan had just lost almost all of its fleet and skilled sailors, with only a few unknown ordinary pirate captains left to barely maintain the situation, and they did not dare to initiate an attack.
If they lose, Luskan will be completely destroyed.
Not to mention, the orcs, orcs, barbarians, goblins, wolves, giants, ogres, trolls and other monsters from the north alone can slaughter all the people in the city, and even become their food.
Don't think this is a joke!
At the most dangerous moment, Luskan even issued an emergency order prohibiting all non-human intelligent creatures from approaching the city walls.
This shows how terrible the survival pressure is faced by this city standing at the northernmost tip of the continent of Faerun.
It is precisely this mentality of "fearing both ends when hitting a wolf with a stick" that allows the two sides to maintain a delicate balance, which is very rare.
Watching the anxious reactions of the Luskan soldiers on the other side of the river, Lord Nasir immediately smiled and said to the paladin beside him: "It seems that the news is true. Luskan's fleet was really wiped out, and Akelem Grace was wounded and escaped in the rebellion. The Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan are now in chaos. It won't be long before the greatest threat to the North will be eradicated once and for all."
"Sir, I must remind you that your practice is not in line with the teachings of Tyr, the god of justice." Erebeth looked obviously conflicted.
Because strictly speaking, Neverwinter's role in this incident was not glorious, and it had nothing to do with justice. It was all about politics and interests.
"I know this is not in line with Tyr's teachings. But the problem is that politics is never just. As a lord, the only thing I can do is to strive for more benefits for Neverwinter without violating my principles, and to ensure that all residents will not be harmed by the outside world."
While saying this, Lord Nasir clearly revealed his helplessness.
If possible, he also hopes to be able to carry out his ideals like he did during the adventure, using the sword in his hand to fight against the strong and help the weak, and save innocent people in distress.
But if this were done in politics, Neverwinter would be in an irretrievable situation at any moment.
"What kind of promise did Sos make that made you willing to take such a big risk?" Eribes asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Lord Nasir answered nonchalantly, "A lot! Including purchasing a large amount of fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and dairy products from Neverwinter, and providing us with sugar, salt, spices, condiments, cloth, silk, and food, and most importantly, high-quality steel ingots. Do you remember the long swords, helmets, and breastplates that I commissioned the blacksmith to make not long ago?"
Eribes nodded slightly. "Of course I remember. The blacksmiths praised the quality of the steel ingots and believed that the finished products were in no way inferior to magic weapons and armor with +1 enchantment level."
"These steel ingots are the deposit that Soth paid us in advance. After the deal is done, he will provide us with another 1,500 ingots of this kind, which is enough to arm an army of about 3,000 people."
As he spoke, Lord Nasir turned his gaze towards the Neverwinter guards who had just finished changing their uniforms.
The sight of their gleaming armor and weapons alone made the men from other towns in the coalition army envious.
You have to know that although Neverwinter City has underground hot springs and is rich in various agricultural products, poultry, and livestock, it does not have any decent iron ore resources. It can only be purchased from other places at a high price.
Therefore, Zuo Si can provide a stable supply of special steel from the industrial age, which is of great attraction to Neverwinter.
"Well, maybe you are right. I still have reservations about Neverwinter joining this war." Erebeth finally compromised.
As one of the highest military commanders, she knew all too well the Neverwinter army's thirst for high-quality steel.
Moreover, Mirabar, a town in the North that is rich in steel products, is located in the upper reaches of the Mirar River. If you take the relatively cheap water route, you will inevitably pass through Luskan and may be robbed by pirates at any time.
If you go by land, you will need to make a big detour through Long Saddle Town, Three Pigs Land, Red Pine Town, and finally reach Waterdeep City, and then cross the Sword Mountains and the Swamp of the Dead from Waterdeep City.
The monsters along the way and the soaring costs caused by long-distance land transportation are enough to make the prices of these military supplies soar several times or even dozens of times.
Not to mention how much goods and wealth the prosperous maritime trade could bring to the city after the Luskan pirates disappeared.
Therefore, in the North, no other city longed for Luskan to disappear or to have a new owner as much as Neverwinter did.
Lord Nasir shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "It's okay, as long as you don't openly oppose it. In fact, the Church of the God of Justice doesn't support me, but I still have to do this. If I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I'm afraid there won't be another one."
"How long will it take for the fleet of the Nelanther Islands to reach Luskan and launch a general attack?" Aribeth couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe three days, maybe five. I'm looking forward to seeing how Luskan, who always loves foreign aggression and expansion, will react when they see a huge fleet appear in their port."
As Lord Nasir spoke, there was undisguised gloating in his tone.
After all, this was how Luskan threatened a series of surrounding city-states including Neverwinter.
With their huge pirate fleet, they could plunder anyone they wanted, and the port and ships of Neverwinter had been robbed more than once.
When the losses were the heaviest, most of the dock area was occupied by the pirates who surged in, and countless warehouses, houses and shops were emptied and then set on fire without restraint.
As for the residents, those who resisted were killed without mercy, and the captives were all taken on board ships and transported to Luskan as slaves to be sold.
Young and beautiful women are also subjected to inhuman gang rape and abuse.
In short, ever since Neverwinter was founded, the blood feud between Neverwinter and Luskan could not be fully described even if we talked about it for three days and three nights.
Lord Nasir hopes to completely end the feud between the two sides under his rule and seek justice for the murdered residents of Neverwinter.
After all, there are many interpretations of "justice", and "just revenge" is naturally included among them.
"Will we launch an attack then?" Eribes subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"That depends on whether our allies will send people to support us. You know, many of these coalition forces are the last forces used by the surrounding towns to resist the threat from the wild world. I don't want them to suffer too heavy a loss."
After saying this, Lord Nasir no longer paid any attention to the young paladin who was holding an increasingly important position under him, and walked alone towards the tent not far away.
He still had some details about the war that he needed to discuss with representatives from other towns.
Eribes stood there in confusion.
As her position became higher and her responsibilities became heavier, she gradually began to be exposed to the dark side of politics and a lot of insider trading.
This behavior is undoubtedly a torture and torture for the holy knight who symbolizes absolute kindness and order.
Although most of the time, she could understand the choices Lord Nasir made.
But understanding is one thing, and recognition is another.
Just as the entire North was in disbelief at the civil strife that had broken out in the Arcane Brotherhood, Akelem Grace, who had fled to a safe house, was drinking a bottle of healing potion with trembling hands, temporarily stabilizing his dying and aging body.
At this moment, he no longer looked as majestic and cold as usual. Instead, he looked as weak as an old man on his deathbed.
There is no doubt that this collective rebellion by the top leaders was a fatal blow to him.
Physical injuries are secondary; the key is the mental and psychological blow.
Akelem Grace even couldn't help but doubt whether what he had done before was wrong. He should not have given those tower masters too much power, and he should not have allowed the endless infighting within the Arcane Brotherhood.
But unfortunately, it's too late to think about this now.
Apart from an aging body that might not last even a year, he now has nothing.
As for fighting back to regain the leadership of the Arcane Brotherhood and even Luskan, it is simply impossible to do so in the current state.
Although the tower masters and high-level wizards would fall into a new round of infighting for the division of power, Akram Grace dared to guarantee that as soon as he appeared, the other party would immediately put aside everything and join forces to deal with him.
"Damn bastards! Traitors! One day I will make you pay for this! A price worse than death!" The old wizard cursed in a low voice while gritting his teeth.
Just as he pushed open the door and wanted to go out for some fresh air, he suddenly found a very beautiful woman standing at the door of his safe house. She said in a slightly weird tone: "Ah! You finally showed up, Akelum Grace. You know, I have been waiting for you in this town for quite a long time."
"Who are you?!"
The old wizard immediately retreated vigilantly and prepared to activate the protective magic of the safe house.
Ever since he experienced a near-fatal attack, he became extremely nervous and saw everyone as someone who was out to kill him.
After all, in ruling the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan for so many years, Akelom Grace had offended too many people and made too many enemies.
God knows when a Harpist assassin will suddenly appear from the corner and stab you in the eyes, back or jaw with a sharp dagger.
"You can call me Nephitis. I am here to negotiate a deal with you on behalf of a very powerful lord of Hell."
As she spoke, the beautiful woman quickly shed her disguise and revealed her true form.
Exquisite magic armor, huge black wings, a longbow that seemed to be wrapped in red flames, a long sword in a scabbard hanging on his waist, a height of more than 1.8 meters, and an indescribable aura of decadence emanating from his whole body.
There is no doubt that this is a devil from Baator Hell, and it is the most special kind of "lust demon" among many devils.
Unlike most devils who can be approved for promotion to a higher form after accumulating enough merit, succubi cannot be promoted in form.
Likewise, other demons cannot become succubi through promotion.
There are only two ways for succubi to be born. One is that the succubi themselves give birth to offspring, and the other is that pure celestial creatures become corrupted and degraded under the erosion of the power of hell.
The previous lord of the first layer of hell, "Daughter of War" Zariel, became very interested in bloody battles and eventually chose to join in personally. As a result, she died tragically under the siege of an endless army of demons and devils.
Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, sensed his great potential, and eventually resurrected him, endowed him with a unique form, and appointed him as the lord at the forefront of the fight against demons.
In a way, Zariel's birth is a microcosm of the fall of countless celestial beings into succubi.
It's just that her previous power was very strong, and after her resurrection, she became the lord of the first layer of hell.
After the other celestial creatures fell, most of them took the form of lust demons.
As a mage, Akelom Grace naturally knew about the devil's deal with the Lust Demon, which was well-known even in the multiverse. He immediately asked cautiously, "You want my soul?"
"Haha, why not? After all, your soul has long been filled with evil, and you are also an unbeliever. Apart from hell, do you think you have any other better choices? Don't tell me that it is the devil from the abyss. Only a true lunatic or psychopath would choose to give his soul to the devil."
The succubus who called himself Nephthys broke through the old wizard's psychological defenses with a smile.
In fact, she had been observing him for a long time, dating back to when Akelom Grace had just arrived in Luskan, started to build the Arcane Brotherhood from scratch, and brought those pirates under his control.
Through these actions, the succubus can be 100% sure that this is a precious soul that meets the requirements of his master.
"Don't dream! I won't trade my soul!" Akelum Grace refused sternly.
"Don't rush to refuse. Why don't you listen to the conditions I can offer? After all, you already have one foot in the coffin. You will die physically in three to four months at most."
As he spoke, the succubus took out a parchment scroll that smelled of sulfur from somewhere on his body.
Although Akelum Grace was very resistant to selling his soul, he still opened it and took a look with the mentality of giving it a try.
The result was that this one glance made his entire body begin to tremble with excitement.
Because the conditions offered by the devil were exactly what he needed most at the moment, that is, a complete lich transformation ritual.
Not only that, these devils also promised that after becoming liches, they would help him regain control of the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan.
"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Nephitis blinked meaningfully.
As the force that best understands the "art of deal" in the entire multiverse, the reason why the Devil's Contract is so famous is that they can always offer tempting conditions that the other party cannot refuse.
Akelum Grace was obviously hesitating and struggling.
After two or three minutes, he cautiously asked, "If I transform into a lich, you won't be able to take my soul, right?"
Nephitis smiled and responded, "No, you are wrong. There are many ways to control a soul. It doesn't mean that you can escape the fulfillment of the contract just because you become a lich. And do you think you have the ability to fight against a powerful lord of hell?"
"Before I sign this contract, can I have the honor of knowing which lord I will serve in the future?" The old wizard clenched his fists subconsciously nervously.
"The Lord of Dis in the second layer of Hell - Grand Duke Disbart. He now needs enough servants to form a force in the material plane, and you are the chosen one."
The lust demon had no intention of concealing anything and openly revealed the identity of the master behind him.
She believed that the other party should be very clear about the meaning of the name Grand Duke Disbart.
Hearing that he was being watched by a hell lord, Akelem Grace's wrinkled face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, and then he couldn't help but question: "Why me? Or, what do you want me to do?"
"It's very simple. Grand Duke Disbart wants you to sacrifice a person's soul to him. As long as you can do this, your soul will belong to you again." The demon responded with a playful look on his face.
"Whose soul could arouse such interest in a Hell Lord?" Akelm Grace continued to probe.
Although he really wanted to sign the contract at this moment, the little bit of rationality he had left kept reminding him to figure out the situation first.
The succubus stretched out a finger and gently drew it in the air, instantly creating a slightly blurry image out of thin air. He calmly introduced: "His name is Soth, and he is the only chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease Talona. I heard that he has recently become the chosen one of the goddess of magic. Oh, by the way, he is also the real manipulator behind the forces of the Nelanther Islands, and also one of your enemies."
"What?! Is there another force behind the Nelanthel Islands?"
Akelum Grace was stunned, and finally realized why those tower masters suddenly rebelled collectively and wanted to kill him.
No wonder the Lord of the North Tower said that he was the first to take action.
In addition, the unusual reaction of Ximanmon, the head of the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network, finally revealed the answer.
"You rashly started a war without knowing who the real enemy is. I really don't know whether to praise your bravery or laugh at your stupidity. But now it's different. With the help of Grand Duke Disbart, you can rush back to regain power and organize resistance before Soth captures Luskan. So sign the contract quickly so that I can help you transform into a lich as soon as possible. You know, we don't have much time left."
You know, transforming a lich is a very time-consuming and laborious task. If you don't hurry up, it will be too late when the news of Luskan's fall comes back.
After a moment's silence, Akelum Grace finally mustered up the courage to sign his name at the bottom of the contract.
moment!
The entire piece of parchment turned into a ball of blazing flames and burned up.
Almost at the same time, a bright red mark appeared on his forehead, but it only appeared for a few seconds before quickly disappearing.
Needless to say, this is a sign that the soul has been marked by demons.
If the agreement is not followed, no matter where you flee to, the devils will be able to sense it and send a hunting team to kill you.
Seeing that the contract had taken effect, the Devil handed over a book with complete contents of the lich transformation ritual and a set of materials necessary for making a life box without saying a word.
With her help, Akelum Grace quickly made his own life box and began the ceremony eagerly.
…
On the other side, the anxious Ximanmeng finally found Zuo Si, who was sailing north on the vast ocean.
As soon as they met, he immediately asked angrily: "Why did you attack our Zhentarim's intelligence network? If I remember correctly, our relationship should be that of allies."
"Attack? When did I ever send people to attack your intelligence network?" Zuo Si acted innocent and played dumb.
"Don't pretend! It was under your control that Garnier issued the attack order to the concessions of the red wizards. Don't think I don't know that you want to use this opportunity to provoke a war between the Zhentarim and the red wizards."
Xi Manmeng was obviously a little furious.
Because since he had been in charge of the dark intelligence network for so many years, this was the first time that he was controlled and played around like a puppet.
The most important thing is that the magical power possessed by the young man in front of him is stronger than his own, so he cannot vent his anger at all, and he feels as aggrieved as he can be.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about. If it was the red wizard who attacked you, you should go to them instead of coming to me. In addition, I suggest that you better not interfere in Luskan's affairs. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that some more serious problems will not occur next." Zuo Si issued a half-seriously warning.
Even though the Zhentarim have shown no intention of helping the Arcane Brotherhood so far, it does not mean that they will not suddenly attack at the last minute.
"for example?"
Ximanmeng narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.
Zuo Si said in a nonchalant tone: "You should have heard that the orcs in the north are experiencing an unprecedented plague recently, and countless tribes are dying at a speed visible to the naked eye. Imagine if a similar situation occurred in Zhentil Castle, what would the result be?"
moment!
Ximanmeng's expression changed.
As a high-ranking member of the Zhentarim, how could he not know about this terrible plague that was spreading from the North to other regions.
Moreover, the plague only infects orcs and does not pose any threat to other races.
Anyone who is not a fool can understand that this is Zuo Si's revenge for the previous ambush on him by the orcs and their gods.
It is precisely because of this that the belief in Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, began to spread rapidly in many towns and even among the barbarian tribes in the North.
Even if they originally had their own beliefs, they would set up a shrine for Talona and offer sacrifices to the goddess in awe.
On the one hand, they thanked the goddess for driving away the orc tribe that posed the greatest threat to their survival, and on the other hand, they hoped that such a disaster would never happen to them.
Of course, Ximamon and the top leaders of the Zhentarim apparently did not care much about the expansion of the influence of the Goddess of Poison and Disease.
When they were feeling nervous, Zuo Si actually dared to use the plague as a weapon and used it against his enemies unscrupulously, without any intention of taking the orc gods seriously at all.
You must know that since the death of Bane, the god of tyranny, Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim no longer have a powerful god as their backing.
So they feared Zuo Si more than anyone else, who could use plague as a weapon.
After a long silence, Ximameng finally took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He said in a slightly low voice: "We can stay out of the war between you, Luskan, and the Arcane Brotherhood. But there is a prerequisite, that is, you cannot destroy or interfere with our intelligence gathering in the north, and you cannot have too close cooperation with the Harpers."
"Don't worry. I don't have any good feelings towards those self-righteous and self-indulgent guys. In my eyes, there is actually no difference between you. If there is nothing else, please go back. The attacks of the red-robed wizard should stop in no more than two days."
After saying that, Zuo Si waved his hand to signal the other party to go away.
As the power under his command began to expand rapidly, he no longer needed the intelligence provided by the Zhentarim.
Plus, the organization is going to take a big hit in the next few years, so it's not worth wasting too much time on it.
On the contrary, the red-robed wizard, who remained silent the entire time and did not make any response, gave people a mysterious feeling.
No one knows what Sazastan is thinking. He remains unmoved even when the west coast forces are completely controlled by the enemy.
Ximameng barely maintained his elegant demeanor, bowed with one hand on his chest, and then cast a teleportation magic to return to his nest.
He could feel that every time he met Zuo Si, the other party's power seemed to grow at a speed unimaginable for ordinary mages.
If this rate continues, perhaps the next time we meet, both sides will no longer be able to communicate on an equal footing.
Zuo Si didn't care about Xi Manmeng's worries at all. Instead, he asked the lich behind him without even turning his head: "Is there any response from the red-robed wizard yet?"
Vanessa shook her head slightly. "No. But there is a guy named Edwin Odiselen who suddenly appeared in the Red Wizard Concession of Askatla. He may have some kind of mission, or a task from the top Red Wizards."
"Edwin Odessaren?"
Hearing this extremely familiar name, the image of a proud, sinister, vicious and sarcastic man instantly emerged in Zuo Si's mind.
"Yes, that's the name. According to the information obtained from the prophecy magic exploration, we know that he was born into a noble family in Cyre. His father is a red-robed wizard who inherited a huge family fortune, and his uncle is the governor of a province and is quite powerful in Cyre. Moreover, he is the disciple of the chief of the spell faction. He has a very good spellcasting ability at a young age."
Vanessa told all the information obtained by other members of the organization who were good at prophetic magic.
In his opinion, both Edwin's background and the timing of his appearance proved that he was shouldering an important mission.
But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, don't pay attention to this guy, he is not an important character at all."
"Are you sure?"
There was a hint of surprise in Vanessa's eyes.
"Yes, I am very sure. Instead of focusing on him, we should pay more attention to Garnier. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be dying soon, killed by the assassination of the red-robed wizard." Zuo Si gave his judgment meaningfully.
Because from the moment this bald woman was controlled, her fate was sealed.
As an evil, cold-blooded and ruthless organization of spellcasters, the Red Wizards always have only one way to treat traitors, and that is a painful and desperate death.
The chiefs don't care if you have any compelling reasons or are under the enemy's charm spell.
As long as there is actual behavior of betrayal, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death, and there will not even be a chance to explain.
Moreover, in serious cases, relatives and the entire family will be implicated.
Vanessa shrugged nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Garnier is no longer useful, so let her be the bait. Besides, is it really not necessary to take advantage of the chaos to pretend to be a member of the Zhentarim and completely eradicate the strongholds of these red-robed wizards?"
"That depends on the attitude and reaction of the red-robed wizard, and what kind of agreement we can reach. But the stronghold in Baldur's Gate can be eliminated first. After all, I promised Habaser Derin that I would help him monopolize the magical resources in that area again." Zuo Si made a decision quickly after a little thought.
"Understood. I will inform Habaser Delin and have him prepare."
Attacking a red-robed wizard's concession or stronghold might be a very difficult task for ordinary adventurers and mercenaries.
Because these places are often built into strong and difficult to defend fortresses.
In addition, there are a large number of magic items, potions, scrolls, wands, etc. stored inside, so the advantage in numbers is simply meaningless.
But for a lich who also possesses powerful magical powers, it is not difficult to capture such a fortress. The only thing he needs to worry about is the reaction of the red-robed wizards.
Soon, a magic message was sent out.
Habaser Delin immediately returned to his shop through teleportation magic.
Returning with him were several other core members of the Tailantyr organization.
Standing by the window on the second floor, overlooking the Red Wizard Concession in the river port area, Habaser Delin's eyes flashed with undisguised malice. He sneered and whispered: "I warned you before that this is my territory and asked you to be careful. But you didn't listen to my advice. Now, get ready to face my wrath."
"When do we take action?" a female lich asked first.
"Eight hours after dark. I need to adjust some memorized spells to ensure that I can break through the enemy's magical defenses in the shortest time possible." Habaser Delin gave the exact time directly.
In this way, after a long rest, several liches finally arrived near the red-robed wizard's concession under the cover of night.
Since the main items sold here are various low-level magic items, there are almost no civilians here.
Because they simply can't afford even the cheapest items in the store.
So most of the time, the concession is quite empty and quiet.
Occasionally, you can see mercenaries from Sale gathering in groups of two or three near the bar, drinking drinks and talking about some of the dangers they encountered during their recent missions.
You should know that the Red Wizard's base is not only used for business, but also to capture children with special talents and abilities and take them back for experiments or train them to become their own people.
Many of Faerun's famous arcane users finally burst into fame and fortune after being hunted by the Red Wizards and realizing their amazing potential.
The most famous among them is undoubtedly the cursed fire messenger - Sandra Hessel.
After Habaser Delin roughly confirmed that there were no outsiders inside, he immediately winked at his companions behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a lich who was skilled in transmutation magic took two steps forward and began to chant a spell towards the sturdy fortress.
When the violent fluctuations of the magic net attracted the attention of the red-robed wizard inside, an extremely huge iceberg had already formed in the sky above his head, and then it smashed down with the momentum of a mountain falling down.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!!!!!
The violent shaking of the ground and the deafening roar instantly broke the tranquility of the night.
Nine-ring magic [Iceberg Impact]! When dealing with large groups of enemies and solid buildings, this spell is much more effective than [Meteor Explosion].
Just look at the Red Robe Wizard Concession which has been completely reduced to ruins, and the mercenaries and mages who were crushed to death on the spot before they could even escape, and you will know how terrifying the power of this thing is.
Of course, those lucky ones who managed to escape by activating short-distance teleportation magic were not much better off and were immediately besieged by the liches.
Since the mages stationed in the concession were not of very high level to begin with, they were slaughtered in no time, leaving no one alive.
After doing all this, Habaser Derin ruthlessly swept away all the well-preserved magic items and coins in the ruins, and then hung the corpses on the top of the ruins one by one to warn all those who tried to challenge his control over Baldur's Gate's magical resources of the fate of the end.
When the Flaming Fist mercenaries arrived, the liches had already retreated.
Obviously, this incident made the Duke of Silver Shield, who had taken great pains to invite the red-robed wizard in, felt cold all over, and his whole body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
Although he didn't know who did it, he realized that since the other party dared to attack the red-robed wizard's concession, they could also kill him and his family without any effort.
"What should I do? What should I do now?" Anta Silver Shield immediately turned to his political allies for help.
Duke Iltan responded with a gloomy face: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Enemies like this are simply not something the Flame Fist Mercenaries can handle. I think... maybe we can ask for help from the Nalansel Islands."
"What? Are you crazy? The reason why we have ended up in this situation today is all because of them." The Duke of Silver Shield roared like a madman.
"But they just want money, not our lives. At this point, do you think we have any other choice?"
Veins bulged on Duke Iltan's forehead, and his pupils were filled with anger and brutality.
The long-term pressure inevitably made him become more and more cruel, and he attached great importance to the power in his hands.
Just when the Duke of Silver Shield was about to argue, Sarevok finally stood up with his mercenaries under the Iron Throne and recommended himself in a resolute voice: "Why don't you let me investigate and handle this matter. I promise that I will give you a satisfactory answer in a week at most."
"you?"
Duke Iltan looked up and down at the young man in front of him.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the other person was a little different from before.
Especially the breath that was emitted unintentionally, which made him always feel that there was a strong smell of blood lingering in the air.
"That's right. I have obtained the consent of my adoptive father and plan to make a name for myself in Baldur's Gate. For a difficult matter like this, the two dukes don't have any good solutions anyway, so why not let me have a try. As for the remuneration and reward, we will discuss it after the matter is accomplished."
Sarevok's tone was filled with strong confidence.
Because not long ago, he had discovered the secret of his life and found the Temple of Baal under the city of Baldur's Gate.
With the help of mysterious religious rituals, he not only successfully activated the divinity given by his biological father in his body, but also tried to strengthen it through various methods.
Feeling the powerful force growing in his body, Sarevok is no longer satisfied with being a thug of the Iron Throne, but longs to inherit the vacant throne of Baal and become a god, a god of murder above all creatures and mortals.
In order to become a god, you first need believers, very, very devout and pure believers.
His plan at this stage is very simple, which is to make a name for himself and attract many people to join him, and then select qualified believers from them.
In this way, the divinity and divine power in the body will continue to increase.
When a certain critical point is reached, a war can be launched, using the deaths and waiting of countless people as sacrifices for deification.
In addition, he also read many books about the Year of Troubles and the Three Gods of Death in Candlekeep, and knew that his father Baal had left many brothers and sisters in the mortal world.
As long as these brothers and sisters are killed, the remaining divinity and divine power in their bodies can be seized.
Just as the wise man Alando predicted, the descendants of the God of Murder have begun to awaken, and the whole world will fall into turmoil and unrest...
(End of this chapter)
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