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 embarrassed 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 torment 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."
要知道转化巫妖可是一件相当费时费力的事情，如果不快一点的话，等路斯坎陷落的消息传回来一切就都太迟了。
沉默了片刻，阿克勒姆·格瑞斯总算是鼓起勇气在契约的下边签上了自己的名字。
瞬间！
整张羊皮纸化作一团熊熊燃烧的火焰焚烧殆尽。
几乎与此同时，他的额头上出现了一个鲜红色的印记，但仅仅浮现了几秒钟便迅速消失。
不用问也知道，这是灵魂被魔鬼们标记的征兆。
如果没有遵守协议，那么无论逃到天涯海角，魔鬼们都能感应到并派出追杀小队。
眼见契约生效，欲魔二话不说便递上了一本关于巫妖转化仪式的全部内容，以及一份制作命匣所必须的材料。
在她的帮助下，阿克勒姆·格瑞斯很快便制作好了自己的命匣，并急不可耐的开始了仪式。
……
另外一边，焦头烂额的席曼蒙终于在茫茫大海上找到了搭乘帆船北上的左思。
才刚一见面，他就立刻气势汹汹的质问道：“为什么攻击我们散塔林会的情报网？如果我没记错的话，我们的关系应该是盟友才对。”
“攻击？我什么时候派人攻击过你们的情报网？”左思摆出一副无辜的样子装傻。
“少装算！加尼尔就是在你的控制下，才给那些红袍巫师的租界下达了攻击命令。别以为我不知道，你想要利用这个机会挑起散塔林会和红袍巫师之间的战争。”
席曼蒙明显有些气急败坏。
因为自从他执掌黑暗情报网这么多年，还是第一次被人像提线木偶一样操控、戏耍。
最重要的是，眼前这个年轻人所掌握的魔法力量比自己更强大，所以这种愤怒根本发泄不出来，感觉要多憋屈就有多憋屈。
“抱歉，我不明白你在说什么。如果是红袍巫师攻击了你们，那你就应该去找他们，而不是来找我。另外，我建议你最好不要插手路斯坎的事情。不然的话，我可不保证接下上来会不会发生一些更严重的问题。”左思半真半假的发出警告。
尽管到目前为止，散塔林会都没有任何出手帮助奥术兄弟会的意思，但这并不意味着对方不会在最后关头突然发难。
“比如？”
席曼蒙眯起眼睛试探道。
左思用一种漫不经心的语气说道：“你应该听说过，最近北地兽人正在经历一场史无前例的瘟疫，数不清的部落正在以肉眼可见的速度消亡。试想一下，如果类似的情况出现在散提尔堡，结果会如何呢？”
瞬间！
席曼蒙的脸色变了。
身为散塔林会的高层，他怎么可能会不知道这场正在从北地向其他区域扩散的可怕瘟疫。
而且该瘟疫只感染兽人，不会对其他种族造成哪怕一丝一毫的威胁。
但凡不是傻子都明白，这是左思对于之前兽人和他们的神设计伏击自己的报复。
也正因为这一点，剧毒与疾病女神塔洛娜的信仰在北地许多城镇乃至野蛮人部落中都开始迅速流传开。
哪怕他们原本有属于自己的信仰，也会专门为塔洛娜树立一座神龛，并充满敬畏的向女神献上祭品。
一方面是感谢女神赶走了对他们生存威胁最大的兽人群落，另外一方面是希望这样的灾难永远不要落在自己头上。
当然，对于剧毒与疾病女神影响力的扩张，席曼蒙和散塔林会的高层显然并不十分在意。
让他们感到紧张的时候，左思竟然真的敢把瘟疫作为一种武器，肆无忌惮对自己的敌人使用，压根没有把兽人诸神放在眼里的意思。
要知道自从暴政之神班恩死亡后，散提尔堡和散塔林会背后已经没有了强大的神明作为后台。
所以他们比任何人都更加恐惧可以把瘟疫作为武器使用的左思。
沉默了良久，席曼蒙终于深吸了一口气强迫自己保持冷静，用略显低沉的声音说道：“我们可以不介入你跟路斯坎和奥术兄弟会之间的战争。但有一个前提，那就是你不能破坏和干扰我们在北地的情报搜集，更不能跟竖琴手有过于密切的合作。”
“别担心，我对那些自以为是、自我感动的家伙没有半点好感。在我的眼里，你们其实没有任何区别。如果没有什么别的事情，那就请回吧，最多不超过两天，红袍巫师的攻击应该就会停止了。”
说罢，左思挥了挥手示意对方可以滚蛋了。
随着自己麾下的势力开始急速膨胀，他已经不再需要散塔林会提供的情报。
再加上这个组织会在未来几年时间内遭到重创，所以根本不值得浪费太多时间。
反倒是一直都保持沉默，没有做出任何反应的红袍巫师，给人一种高深莫测的感觉。
也不知道萨扎斯坦究竟在想些什么，在西海岸势力完全被敌人掌控的情况下依旧不为所动。
席曼蒙勉强维持着优雅的仪态单手抚胸鞠了一躬，随后施展传送魔法返回了自己的老巢。
他能感觉到，每一次跟左思见面，对方的力量似乎都在以普通法师无法想象的速度增长。
照这个速度下去，或许下一次见面的时候，双方就无法再保持平等的地位进行交流。
对于席曼蒙的担忧，左思完全不关心、也不在意，反倒是头也不回问身后的巫妖：“红袍巫师那边还没有任何反应吗？”
瓦内萨轻轻摇了摇头：“没有。不过有一个叫做艾德温·奥狄塞伦的家伙，突然出现在了阿斯卡特拉的红袍巫师租界。他也许带着某种使命，亦或是来自红袍巫师高层的任务。”
“艾德温·奥狄塞伦？”
听到这个无比熟悉的名字，左思脑海中瞬间浮现出傲娇、阴险且嘴巴毒辣喜欢吐槽的男人形象。
“没错，就是这个名字。根据预言系魔法探知得到的信息，我们可以得知他出生在塞尔的一个贵族家庭，父亲是一位继承了庞大家族财产的红袍巫师，叔叔则是一位行省的总督，在塞尔相当的有势力。而且他本人还是咒法派系首席的弟子，年纪轻轻就有了相当不错的施法能力。”
瓦内萨一股脑将组织内其他擅长预言系魔法成员调查得到的情报全部说了出来。
在他看来，艾德温不管是出身还是出现的时机，都无一不证明了其身上肩负着重要的任务。
可左思却笑着摆了摆手：“不，不用去理会这个家伙，他根本不是什么重要角色。”
“您确定？”
瓦内萨眼睛里闪过一丝惊讶之色。
“是的，我非常确定。与其把注意力放在他身上，还不如多关注一下加尼尔。不出意外的话，她应该就快要死了，死于来自红袍巫师的暗杀。”左思意味深长给出自己的判断。
因为从这个光头女人被控制那一刻起，她的命运就已经注定了。
作为一个邪恶、冷酷且无情的施法者组织，红袍巫师对待叛徒的方式从来都只有一种，那就是痛苦和绝望的死亡。
首席们才不在乎你是因为什么不得已的理由，亦或是中了敌人的魅惑魔法。
只要有背叛的实际行为，那就等同于被宣判死刑，连解释的机会都不会有。
而且情节严重的，还会牵连到亲人和整个家族。
瓦内萨则满不在乎的耸了耸肩膀：“无所谓。反正加尼尔已经没有了利用价值，就让她来做这个诱饵吧。另外，真的不需要趁乱假扮成散塔林会的人，彻底铲除这几个红袍巫师的据点吗？”
“这取决于红袍巫师的态度跟反应，以及我们之间会达成怎样的协议。不过博德之门的据点可以先行拔除，毕竟我当初答应了哈巴瑟·德林，会帮助他重新垄断那片地区的魔法资源。”左思稍加思索后很快做出决定。
“明白了。我会通知哈巴瑟·德林，让他做好准备。”
进攻一座红袍巫师的租界或者据点，或许对于普通冒险者和佣兵来说是一件相当困难的事情。
因为这些地方往往都会被打造成坚固且易守难攻的堡垒。
再加上里边存储着大量的魔法物品、药剂、卷轴、魔杖等东西，所以数量优势根本没有任何意义。
但对于同样掌握着强大魔法力量的巫妖来说，攻陷一座这样的要塞并不难，唯一需要忌惮的就是红袍巫师们的反应。
很快，伴随着一道魔法短讯被发送出去。
哈巴瑟·德林立刻通过传送魔法返回了自己的店铺。
与他一起返回的还有泰蓝提尔组织里另外几名核心成员。
站在二楼的窗户旁边远眺位于河道港口区的红袍巫师租界，哈巴瑟·德林眼睛里闪烁着毫不掩饰的恶意，冷笑着低语道：“我之前就警告过这里是我的地盘，让你们小心点。可你们却并没有听从我的劝告。现在，准备好迎接我的怒火吧。”
“我们什么时候动手？”一名女性巫妖率先开口问了一句。
"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, feel 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 wailing 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)