In the early morning, the breeze from the sea gently blew over the city, bringing slightly salty and humid air. Since the sun had not yet fully risen, you could vaguely see the white and hazy fog around the sea level and the pier.
Normally, under such low visibility conditions, ordinary ports would not allow ships to approach the plank road.
However, due to the busy maritime trade with the Maztec continent and the opening of new shipping routes to Luskan in the north, the entire Amn was in a state of economic prosperity with extremely inflated wealth.
The most direct manifestation is that the dock's loading and unloading of goods is many times busier than before, so much so that they have to take the risk of keeping the plank road responsible for loading and unloading goods in operation 24 hours a day.
Not to mention the morning fog, even the night is busy day and night.
Porters' salaries have more than quadrupled in less than half a year.
Due to the shortage of young and middle-aged male labor, some chambers of commerce even used their influence to get parliament to pass a bill to arrest all beggars in the city who had healthy limbs and were able to work, and force them to work at least ten hours a day.
Of course, since slavery is prohibited by law in Amn, these beggars would receive the same wages as dock workers.
But these guys who were used to living on donations from the rich still complained, and eventually, with the intervention of some churches of good gods and the Knights of the Burning Heart, the Six-Man Council had to terminate the bill.
Instead, a large number of pulleys, cranes, primitive cranes and other tools were put into use, and the influence of Gond, the god of craftsmen, began to expand rapidly.
However, these relatively primitive tools alone obviously cannot completely replace the huge labor gap.
As a last resort, the werewolves and goblins that Zuo Si raised and bred in the basement of the Mage Tower became his only option.
Because even the paladins, who symbolize kindness and order, regard goblins as destroyers of civilization and order, a kind of annoying and ineradicable pest.
Even though they would never approve of such an act which was clearly slavery due to their beliefs and ideals, they would not express overly strong opposition.
At present, the entire dock has "employed" a total of 5,000 goblin workers working in two shifts to ensure that as soon as a ship docks, the loading and unloading of goods will be completed in a very short time and berths will be freed up for subsequent ships.
Otherwise, if there are obstructions or long queues, it will cause great losses to the merchants.
Likewise, the Amn government would lose a lucrative source of tax revenue and parking fees.
In order to prevent the dock workers' jobs from being taken away by capable werewolves and goblins, Zuo Si specifically offered a relatively high price, almost the same as hiring a human or dwarf.
In this way, unless there is a real shortage of manpower, most businessmen would definitely prefer to hire their own kind at the same price.
Of course, the so-called "commissions" paid to these werewolves and goblins naturally all went into Zuo Si's pocket.
Although at the beginning, this combination of lycanthropy and goblins caused panic among many local residents, some people even strongly demanded that all these monsters be killed or driven out.
But as time went on, thanks to the high degree of obedience produced by more than a dozen artificial genetic interventions and iterations, people gradually began to discover that these seemingly dangerous beast-like goblins were not as scary as they had imagined.
Just the opposite!
Not only do they never slack off, but they are also extremely efficient at work. Unlike human porters, they don't complain privately from time to time about being too tired at work and being paid too little.
However, these people don't know that any goblins who are inefficient at work, like to be lazy, and always complain in private don't even have the chance to reproduce offspring and are "consumed" in a short period of time.
Now those that remain are the best of the best, with the word obedience deeply engraved in their bones.
If explained by the theory of evolution, the goblins were forced to choose an unimagined path in order to better survive and pass on their genes.
They are just like the poultry and livestock with special purposes such as dairy cows, laying hens, pigs, and purebred horses that were bred under the intervention of modern humans.
Similarly, after realizing the benefits and conveniences that these farmed werewolves and goblins could bring, the Masked Mage Guild quickly increased their purchase quantities.
Nashikai, a small town that developed on the basis of mining and metal smelting, signed long-term contracts to employ hundreds of werewolves and goblins to carry out the most dangerous excavation work deep in the mines.
Because deep tunnel exploration and excavation like this can often cause collapse accidents if you are not careful, resulting in dozens or even hundreds of miners being crushed to death or trapped inside.
The pensions and compensation paid to the families alone is a huge sum of money.
Not to mention the staggering cost of organizing rescue operations after a mining accident occurs.
But what about now? The compensation for the death of one goblin is only 25 gold coins, and 100 goblins is only 2,500 gold coins.
There is no need for rescue afterwards, and there is no need to worry about the negative impact of human absenteeism and death. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.
If it weren't for the fear that the goblins would suddenly riot and occupy the entire mine, some mine owners would even want to hire more to expand production capacity.
In short, it is the same as Zuo Si had originally envisioned.
The breeding of goblins is an industry that has never been involved in the entire continent of Faerun. It not only has amazing development potential, but is also very easy to be accepted by businessmen.
After all, from the perspective of cost control, apart from undead creatures, there is no other creature that can compare with goblins in terms of fertility rate, growth rate and tolerance to harsh environments.
Seeing hundreds of goblins transformed into werewolves carrying boxes and barrels like ants, moving back and forth between the ship deck and the warehouse, Paladin Kaidong couldn't help but sighed slightly and asked in a very helpless tone: "Captain, am I getting old? Why do I always feel that this city is changing too fast recently, and I am a little confused about the situation."
"No, it's not that you're getting old, it's just that Athkatla is undergoing an unprecedented upheaval. Although I'm not quite sure whether this change is good or bad, at least the income of civilians is increasing, and the food on the table is becoming more and more abundant." Witheran smiled and comforted.
He actually had great admiration for this senior paladin who had served the Knights of the Burning Heart diligently for decades and had never betrayed the sacred oath he had taken.
Because there are so many temptations in Askatla, the capital of gold coins, that less than one-tenth of the members can stick to their original aspirations until retirement.
As for the rest, most of them either made unforgivable mistakes in the course of their missions, or went astray due to various temptations.
Although some of these people will come to their senses and become holy knights again by participating in the trial of atonement.
But from the perspective of the Knights of the Burning Heart, their honor and purity have been tarnished, and there is no way to wash it away in this lifetime.
"But what about these goblins? They look like slaves in disguise. Whether it is Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, or Tyr, the god of justice, they all teach us to challenge all the injustices in this world." Kaidong questioned with a frown.
“I also know that this is a form of slavery in disguise.
But the problem is that the laws of Amn have never recognized goblins as a legally protected race, or in other words, there are few countries and cities in the entire continent of Faerun that regard them as intelligent creatures.
This means that we have no legitimate reason to interfere or intervene.
And do you know what's written on the city's registry of goblins?"
Captain Weatherland asked back with a bitter look on his face.
"What is it?" Kaidong asked subconsciously.
"They are livestock. They are farm animals, just like cows, sheep, pigs, horses, donkeys and mules, and they are all bred and raised artificially. Let alone using them as labor, even if we slaughter them all, it would not violate any law."
As Captain Weatherland spoke, there was a strong resentment in his tone.
Because he knew that the Council of Six of Amn was deliberately exploiting loopholes in the law, and their behavior was no different from the devils in Baator.
And this is not the first time that a similar situation has occurred.
But the Knights were powerless to do anything about it.
Because they are paladins, they must abide by rules and laws, unless the laws of the country and city are beyond redemption.
Obviously, Amn is still far from the standard of "hopeless".
Moreover, whether it is government officials, businessmen, nobles, or civilians from the bottom of society, they have all tasted the sweetness and formed a huge network of interests that cannot be shaken by the power of the Knights alone.
The former can reduce some operating costs, make their goods more competitive, while reducing the negative impact and economic losses caused by accidental deaths of workers;
The latter can also be freed from those extremely dangerous heavy physical labors and do easier jobs with the same salary, such as being a supervisor or technical instructor.
In short, in this magical world where there are no large machines to liberate productivity, if you want civilians to live a slightly better life, there must be a huge exploited class.
In most countries this class was the lowest class of peasants, serfs or slaves.
In the Nelanther Islands and Luskan, this class is a large number of low-level undead creatures.
In Amn, this class is a special class of goblins that can be bred and reproduced in large quantities.
The latter two have one thing in common and one source – Zuo Si.
When Kaidong thought of this unpredictable young voter, he couldn't help but sigh: "Alas - I really hope this is not the beginning of some kind of corruption. By the way, didn't the Knights send people to Luskan on a merchant ship some time ago? What's the situation there now?"
Captain Weatherland hesitated for a moment, then answered in an uncertain tone: "I can't say it's good, but I can't say it's bad either.
Soth launched an unprecedented purge there, completely destroying its original social structure and slaughtering all the pirates, thieves guilds, illegal businessmen, and ratmen in the sewers.
At the same time, all human, elf, half-elf, halfling and dwarf slaves were freed.
They also transferred all the residents of Mingtan Island to Luskan in a very brutal way.
Through these actions, he successfully proved to the Northern Lords' Alliance that he would transform Luskan into a completely new city, so many towns in the North began to gradually resume trade with the City of a Thousand Sails.
With the addition of merchants from Amn and Baldur's Gate, the entire city is recovering at an extremely fast pace, and it is foreseeable that it will become very prosperous in the future.
At least it will be more orderly than under the rule of the Arcane Brotherhood, and the people's living standards will continue to improve.
But just like the problems that occurred in the Nelanther Islands, Soth converted and used the undead on a large scale as laborers to engage in agricultural production, mining, logging, quarrying, road construction and water conservancy projects.
Sometimes I really can't understand what's going on in his mind.
If the God of Tyranny had not fallen during the Year of Troubles, he might have become the first person in Faerun's history to be granted the status of Chosen by three gods at the same time."
There is no doubt that according to the standards of this world, what Zuo Si did in the Nelanther Islands and Luskan could definitely be considered standard tyranny.
He ignored all opposition and used powerful violence to enforce the social reforms he believed were correct.
This is also why Fuzzol Chamberlain firmly believed that Zuo Si had the potential to become the greatest tyrant.
You should know that the tyrant defined by the Church of Bane is not the kind of supreme ruler that most people think makes the country miserable and then unscrupulously plunders wealth and enjoys all kinds of luxurious life.
Just the opposite!
In their eyes, a tyrant is someone who possesses enough power to suppress all opposition and enforce his own will.
Forcing others to obey oneself through violence, intimidation, threats, etc. is the only criterion for measuring a tyrant.
This can be seen from the slogan shouted by the Church of the God of Tyranny: "Only Bane obeys."
In addition, even under the rule of a tyrant, a country can become very prosperous and its people can live in a much better standard of living than in other regions.
"So you think this young voter will become a terrible tyrant in the future?"
Kaidong seemed to realize something, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, I don't know, old friend. But our duty and mission is to prevent things from developing to the worst extent. I hope you can go to Neverwinter first, contact the Church of the God of Justice there, and then go to Luskan to establish a branch of the Knights." Captain Witheran stated his thoughts directly.
"Establish a branch of the Knights Templar? In Luskan?" Kaidong raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Captain Weatherland nodded seriously, "That's right. I've talked to Soth before, and he agreed that as long as we don't object to the use of undead labor, he will allow us to move in and give us the corresponding law enforcement and trial powers."
"I don't understand. Why did he do this?" Kaidong asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"His own answer was that he hoped we could reshape the chaotic nature of Luskan and make the locals no longer be wary of each other on a social level and have a certain degree of confidence in the law." Captain Weatherland gave the answer without hesitation.
"Like the cooperation on the Maztec continent?"
Kaidong suddenly remembered the invitation Zuo Si sent to the Knights of the Burning Heart half a year ago, and the law enforcement team sent out half a month later.
"Almost. As long as it is within the framework of the law, we have judicial power independent of the administrative system. Whatever Soth's real purpose is, I think this is a good opportunity."
Captain Weatherland spoke out his truest thoughts in a serious tone.
"Well, I hope you are right. Give me two days to prepare, and I will leave for Neverwinter in two days."
Kaidong was silent for a moment and finally agreed.
Although he would rather stay in Athkatla to accompany his wife and newborn child, a strong sense of responsibility and mission made this older paladin once again embark on the journey to the far north.
However, the two paladins of the Knights of the Burning Heart did not know that the content of their conversation was projected exactly onto the mirror on the wall of the top floor of the Mage Tower.
Looking at Kaidong's gradually receding figure in the mirror, Zuo Si quickly turned off the magic detection and fell into deep self-doubt.
Because he really couldn't figure out how he was like a tyrant.
Whether it is using undead laborers to engage in production activities or providing goblins to fill the labor gap in Amn, it is clearly benefiting society, freeing more ordinary people from boring and tedious physical labor, while providing a large amount of basic living materials to ensure the stability of prices of food, salt, etc.
What's more, the person who truly rules the Nelanther Islands and Luskan is not Zuo Si, but Vanessa, the second-in-command of the organization, and the bureaucratic system under his control.
He has never had much interest in power, and is even less willing to waste his precious time and energy on it.
But now, he has been inexplicitly labeled a tyrant.
Just when Zuo Si was very confused about this, the Mage Tower suddenly informed him through telepathy: "Master, two strangers appeared outside the secret door of the sewer and asked to meet you."
"Stranger?" Zuo Si was slightly stunned.
"That's right. According to my detection, one of them is a vampire, and the other is a human with amazing divine power. He is very likely the chosen one of the gods."
The Mage Tower Consciousness explained while projecting magical influences on the mirror.
"Simonmon!"
Zuo Si only took a glance and immediately called out one of the names in surprise.
He was too familiar with the actual controller of the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network.
The two have had more than one contact and collaboration.
But it all culminated in hostility when Manshoon ambushed him in Luskan.
However, Ximanmeng looked obviously abnormal at this moment. Not only was his face very pale, but his eyes also became darker than before.
Finally, the man with long golden hair standing next to him was someone Zuo Si was sure he had never seen before.
After thinking for a few seconds, he immediately ordered, "Let them in. I want to see what tricks this guy is up to."
"As you wish."
The consciousness of the Mage Tower immediately opened the hidden secret door.
At the end of the originally blocked passage, a wall suddenly disappeared, revealing an entrance to the underground floor of the tower.
The two walked in without even a second's hesitation.
Soon, led by a golem, they passed through long and narrow corridors and stairs and finally came to a secret meeting room.
Zuo Si, who had been waiting here for a long time, teased him in a slightly sarcastic tone: "I can't believe you can muster up the courage to appear in front of me. I thought you would avoid me from now on."
Ximanmeng decisively distanced himself from the whole incident and put all the blame on Mansong.
It must be said that his attitude instantly made Zuo Si smell something unusual. He immediately narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Is there any problem within the Zhentarim?"
Xi Manmeng quickly denied it, saying, "We don't have any problems, at least not for now."
"Not yet? Does that mean there will be in the future?" Zuo Si grasped the key instantly.
Just when Ximanmeng was about to explain, Fu Zuoer Qian Borui suddenly stood up and interrupted, "Okay, let's stop playing these boring word games and talk straight to the point. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Fu Zuoer Qian Borui. I believe you have heard of me. Nice to meet you, young voter."
After saying this, the man, who exuded strong confidence, stretched out his right hand.
But Zuo Si just glanced at him and did not choose to shake hands with him. Instead, he questioned him in a very cold manner: "Tyrant of the Moon Sea? I wonder what you want to say to me? Don't tell me that you are here to play peacemaker and persuade me to give up revenge on Mansong."
"Hahaha! No, of course not." Fuzzol Chamberlain laughed wildly. "On the contrary, I'm here to seek cooperation with you. Unlike that short-sighted fool Mansong, I can see the brilliant light emanating from your soul. As long as we join forces, we will surely accomplish something earth-shattering. Of course, to show my sincerity, I am willing to help you get rid of Mansong once and for all."
"I'd really like to know what you mean by the earth-shaking event?" Zuo Si acted interested.
"For example, fighting against our common enemy, Dark Sun and his church." Fuzol Chamberlain said meaningfully.
Zuo Si sneered and asked back, "Why do you think I would take such a huge risk to join you in fighting against one of the most powerful evil gods in the world?"
Fuzzol Chamberlain pursed his lips and replied with a half-smile: "Because we are all voters, you can't fool me at all.
Since your time in Calimport, you have shown an undisguised hostility towards the Dark Sun and its followers.
Moreover, both the goddess of poison and disease, Talona, and the newly appointed third-generation goddess of magic, Midnight, are hostile to Cyric.
So we are natural allies, only to be ruined by a short-sighted idiot like Manshoon."
"So what? The one who controls the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep now is Manshoon, not you." Zuo Si provoked bluntly.
“That’s why we need to work together to get rid of Manshoon.
In fact, over the years, I have been secretly investigating the several locations where he stored clones, and now I have some clues.
If Ximanmeng's help is taken into account, I believe it won't take long to figure out all of Mansong's cards.
When the time comes, as long as you and I launch a surprise attack together, we will definitely catch Mansoon off guard, and then destroy all the clones before they wake up.
Well, isn't this a good plan?"
As he spoke, Fuzor Qianbury raised his hand and patted Ximanmeng's shoulder beside him, with a sinister expression on his face.
If you were to find the person in this world who wants to kill Mansong the most, it would definitely be him.
Even long-time enemies like the Harpers had to stand aside.
As the saying goes, naked hatred exists between colleagues.
Since the founding of the Zhentarim, Fuzor Chamberlain has always wanted to seize control, but he has always been suppressed by Manshoon.
Because Bane, the God of Tyranny, holds the portfolio of "Dispute", he is very happy to see the two factions under his command fighting each other and will not favor either side.
This was later perfectly inherited and carried forward by Xirik, creating a powerful divine force that was extremely evil and chaotic.
So now that there is an opportunity to get rid of Manson, Fuzzol Chamberlain will naturally not let it go easily.
Moreover, in the face of powerful external threats, the church he led could no longer withstand too brutal internal strife and had to be completely unified in order to fight against the increasingly powerful Xirik.
Zuo Si undoubtedly felt the other party's strong intention and quickly began to consider the pros and cons in his mind.
After about two or three minutes, he spoke at a leisurely pace, "In principle, I agree to cooperate with you. Not only can we cooperate, but we can also expand the scope to allow more forces to join in."
"You mean..." Fuzzol Chamberlain's eyes lit up slightly.
"I mean to completely arouse the mad nature of Dark Sun and make him the public enemy of the gods of this world. Even if we can't kill or seal him, we must pull him down from the throne of powerful divine power. Compared with this matter, Manshoon's life and death is insignificant."
When Zuo Si said this, Ximanmeng was in a state of extreme shock and panic, unable to extricate himself.
Although he had long known that the young man in front of him had an inexplicable aversion to Xirik, he never expected that such a terrible thought was hidden in his heart.
You know, even Manshoon and Fuzor Chamberlain, who believed in Bane, the god of tyranny, never dared to try to pull down Xi'er, who was already a powerful god. They were more trying to find ways to bring the dark lord back from death, that's all.
"How do we implement this specifically? It's not easy to make a god crazy."
Fuzzol Chamberlain was obviously very interested in this plan, and his tone was even a little urgent.
"It's very simple! Send people to infiltrate the Church of Xirik and induce those fanatical and mentally ill guys to launch indiscriminate attacks on other gods' churches.
And they widely proclaimed that Dark Sun was the only true God in the world and all other gods were false gods.
With Xirik's arrogant and narrow-minded character, he would definitely not deny it.
Therefore, it is natural that he will have more and more intense contradictions and conflicts with other gods, until he becomes the public enemy of all gods.
When his power is weakened, the god of tyranny you serve will naturally have a chance to revive."
Zuo Si directly gave a plan that was extremely insidious and very feasible.
According to his original plan, he wanted to wait until the famous artifact "The Book of Cyric" came out before taking action.
But now it seems that the whole plan can be advanced a little.
After all, the Zhentarim's intelligence network is spread across the continent of Faerun, and even if only a part of it is mobilized, the destructive power it generates is quite astonishing.
In addition, this strategy takes advantage of Xirik's character flaws and weaknesses, so the probability of success is very high, and it may even lead to the creation of the "Xirik Sutra" in advance.
"Good idea! But before that, we must get rid of Manshon and concentrate all our resources and strength."
Fuzor Chamberlain immediately realized that this plan had a very high success rate and could also ease the infiltration of the Church of Cyric into the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep.
When the damage and threats caused by these guys reach a certain critical point, other churches will naturally unite to form an "anti-Xirik siege."
No matter what measures the gods will take at that time, Xirik's faith and influence in the mortal world will inevitably be on the verge of collapse under the successive blows.
According to the new rules set by Io, the Supreme God, after the end of the Year of Troubles, the size and influence of believers are directly linked to the strength of divine power.
Therefore, it was inevitable that Xirik fell from the throne of powerful divine power.
As the tyrant of the Moon Sea, Fuzol Chamberlain has never lacked courage, bravery and wisdom, and he is not afraid of becoming a thorn in the eyes of a certain god.
In fact, from the moment he became the Chosen One, he understood that he would face threats from hostile gods.
In comparison, Ximanmeng was almost scared silly.
You must know that if this plan were to be leaked, it would certainly be met with hostility from many gods, and the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.
He could already see himself being struck to death by divine lightning that fell from the sky in the future, just like Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon.
The only difference is that Sammaster transformed himself into a lich, so he can be resurrected through the phylactery.
But he was transformed into a vampire, and he would definitely die if he was hit by one.
Unfortunately, Ximanmeng had already boarded the pirate ship and could not escape. He could only join in and use his wisdom and experience to the best of his ability to make the entire operation more perfect and secretive.
The three of them hid in the wizard tower and discussed for several hours before finally finalizing some details.
Perhaps because he had found a way to defeat Xirik, Fuzor Chamberlain looked very happy. He stroked his slender beard and exclaimed, "Sos, you are the most interesting and special person I have ever met in my life. I am very much looking forward to our future cooperation and the profound impact you can have on the world. Believe me, if the Dark Lord really comes back because of this plan, you will get unimaginable rewards."
"Forget it. I personally don't agree with Bane's teachings and ideas at all." Zuo Si shrugged indifferently.
"Killing all those who resist and implementing your will with pure violence, don't you find that what you do perfectly fits in with the ideas advocated by Bane? Perhaps you haven't realized that you actually have the potential to become a powerful tyrant who makes the whole world tremble." There was a strong temptation in Fuzor Chamberlain's tone.
But Zuo Si retorted with disdain: "Don't act like you understand me very well.
The most typical characteristic of a tyrant is his endless desire for power, but I don't have much interest in power.
Whether it is the Nelanther Islands or Luskan, they are usually managed by others.
As long as nothing goes wrong, I don't even bother to ask.
As for the actions you mentioned, they are just means used to quickly achieve the goal and have nothing to do with any damn tyrant.
In my opinion, governance is a very rigorous and complex social science, which includes two main parts: economics and politics.
It's just that the point of concentrating power is closer to the concept of tyranny and dictatorship.
Just like I can use poison and plague as a weapon, but that doesn't make me agree with Talona's teachings at all.
I am me, the one and only me, and no god is qualified for me to worship and believe in.
Even the current voter identity is just a transaction.
So please don’t treat me as the same kind of person as you.”
As these words came out of his mouth, Fu Zuoer Chamberlain's face finally changed.
He was not sure whether this was Zuo Si's bluff or his true thoughts.
If it is the latter, it means that Zuo Si himself has a very strong sense of self-awareness and will not be easily influenced or instigated by others. It would be very difficult to turn him into a tyrant.
If it is the former, there is a high possibility that an unimaginable huge ambition is hidden behind it.
In the end, the first attempt ended in vain.
Anyway, the two parties have established a cooperative relationship, and there will be plenty of opportunities to observe slowly in the future.
After seeing off the two high-ranking members of the Zhentarim, Zuo Si immediately issued a call to all the liches in the organization.
After a while, they used teleportation magic to appear in the wizard tower, and each of them had their eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
Jeffrey was the first to stand up and bowed deeply with one hand on his chest: "Sir, we have completed the assembly as you requested. When will we set out to recapture the floating city that belongs to us?"
"Right now."
After saying that, Zuo Si unleashed the power of the Planeswalker Spark towards the huge portal standing in the center of the teleportation zone, while frantically drawing on the reserve energy of the Mage Tower.
Since the previous floating city had been sealed by powerful magical power, it was not easy to tear open a crack.
As a terrifying energy vortex with astonishing destructive power formed in the middle of the portal, a crack connecting the floating city's tower was finally slowly torn open.
A dozen or so undead on the other side seemed to have sensed something and immediately tried to rush over like crazy, but they were swallowed up by a sudden vortex of energy halfway through their run, leaving not even a bone.
"Now! Immediately cast energy protection spells on yourself and rush forward." Zuo Si gave the order to set off without hesitation.
"I'll take the lead!"
After getting permission, Vanessa was the first to rush over, carrying a box full of undead armies and constructs.
The other liches followed closely behind, not showing the slightest fear of the energy vortex that could very likely devour them.
When the last one crossed the unstable portal, Zuo Si grabbed the holy sword on the table that was made by fusion of Daylight Star and Casomir, leaped deep into the sky and disappeared into a blue vortex.
As soon as he left, the portal quickly closed without the spark support.
Isadora, who had specially come over to join in the action, ended up seeing only a fist-sized gap that disappeared in less than a second.
Looking at the portal with only a square metal frame left, she immediately complained indignantly to the Furu cub floating near her shoulder: "Damn it! Soth must think I'm a burden, so he left me behind again!"
Gurgle gurgle!
Little Furu immediately sprayed out some gas, and its body turned green, symbolizing curiosity.
Ever since it signed a magic contract with the human in front of it and became a magic pet, it has lived a life of no worries about food and clothing. Not only can it consume spiritual energy openly, but it can also read a lot of interesting memories, emotions and knowledge from other people. It is simply the wonderful life it has always dreamed of.
Perhaps sensing that the girl was emotionally unstable, the Furu cub immediately waved its tentacles in an attempt to comfort its owner.
But unfortunately it is still too small and its capabilities in this area are not outstanding.
As a result, Isadora grabbed it and kneaded it repeatedly like dough, sometimes into an oval shape, sometimes into a long strip, obviously venting her inner dissatisfaction.
Fortunately, Furu has no bones in its body and is a true mollusk, so this behavior does not cause any harm to it. Instead, it makes the little guy mistakenly think that his owner is playing with him, and his body quickly turns light pink, which symbolizes joy.
After a while, the girl, who was not very strong, sat on the ground panting, poking her pet with her finger and asked, "How can I become stronger in a short period of time and catch up with Soth?"
Gurgle! Little Furu spewed out some gas again, and then showed his master some pictures of the Mind Flayer cultivating the giant Mind Flayer insect through the mental connection.
"You mean I can also try to cultivate a giant heart-stealing insect of my own?" Isadora clenched her fists subconsciously.
Since there is a huge spiral shell ship under the Mage Tower, as well as a main brain placed in the brain pool, and a small number of mind flayers, it is theoretically not difficult to cultivate a giant mind flayer.
The only problem was that she didn't think that with her current level of psychic powers, she could control a monster that even the Mind Flayer could feel fear and terror in.
But Little Furu quickly waved his tentacles to indicate that this was not what he meant, and at the same time magnified some details of the picture through telepathy.
After repeated observations, Isadora was shocked to find that the giant heart-stealing worm located in the deep sea of the seventeenth layer of the underground maze did not simply start cultivating from one tadpole, but cultivated multiple tadpoles at the same time, and then let them devour each other, and finally the strongest one would devour the rest of the tadpoles.
Combined with the human cloning technology she had seen in the library before, she suddenly had a bold idea, which was to clone herself, and then implant the personality fragments split from her mind into these clones to turn them into another self.
When the time is right, they will kill each other and devour each other's psychic powers. The one who wins in the end will gain a powerful force comparable to the main brain.
Of course, doing so is very risky, as the main personality may be replaced by the derived fragments of the secondary personality.
But Isadora didn't care.
Because she had done this in her mind more than once when she was very young.
Just do it!
Since Zuo Si, who had the highest authority, and the liches with partial authority had already gone to another world, no one could stop the girl's crazy behavior.
Before long, she was trying to grow clones of herself in giant glass jars in her basement, following the instructions in the book.
Under the influence of magic power, the embryo quickly developed into the appearance of a baby in just a few hours.
If nothing unexpected happens, these clones will soon begin to have heartbeats and develop into girls that look exactly like Isadora...
(End of this chapter)
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