But he did not rush into the research. Instead, he prepared to take these starving refugees to a relatively safe place for protection.

However, as an outsider, it is obviously not easy to gain their trust.

In addition, Zuo Si was too lazy to make things too complicated, so he directly chose to cast the fifth-ring magic [Dominate Humans] on Varena, the leader of the camp.

Through this spell, he directly manipulated the other party to announce to all refugees that he was a member of the Mage Council from the floating city of Plantia, and could provide safe shelter and enough food to fill the stomachs of all the living people.

Although at the beginning, many people expressed strong doubts about this.

Because they are not fools, they can see how bad the situation outside is. All kinds of undead creatures are almost everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city.

Moreover, for a long time after the outbreak of the plague, no news was heard about the Mage Council and the Floating City, and no army or mages were seen coming to save them.

Most importantly, the refugees were not sure whether they would be infected by the plague in the outside world after leaving this safe place.

More than two years of despair have caused all the survivors to lose trust in the Mage Council and the Floating City.

If it weren't for the genuine awe of magic and wizards in his bones, he might have done something extreme.

After all, many versions of the rumors mentioned that the plague was most likely caused by something going wrong when the necromancers were conducting dangerous research and experiments, which led to such serious consequences.

But in the end, driven by hunger, these people agreed to walk out of this hidden tomb.

Under the leadership of Zuo Si, everyone took a small amount of belongings and quickly headed towards the location of the warehouse along the underground tunnel.

The tunnel, which was originally only wide enough for a boy of about ten to crawl through, was quickly expanded to about two meters high and three meters wide under the power of magic.

When they crawled out of the warehouse, these starving people immediately rushed to the food storage area and desperately stuffed salted meat, dried meat and hard raw grains into their mouths.

Some of them ate too quickly and almost choked to death.

Fortunately, Zuo Si was right next to them and helped them get the things stuck in their throats and tracheas out, otherwise they would have suffocated to death in a few minutes.

Similarly, this also reminded Zuo Si to pay attention to the amount of food these people eat to prevent them from accidentally dying from overeating or bloating.

You have to know that for a group of people who have been suffering from hunger for a long time, suddenly getting enough food will make it impossible for them to control their strong instinctive desire.

Zuo Si had also experienced hunger, although it only lasted for a few days, but the unforgettable feeling would never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

After stopping these people from swallowing raw grains and chewing hard salted meat and dried meat, he decisively summoned the [Heroes' Banquet].

moment!

The one or two hundred refugees were in an uproar!

Because even before the plague broke out, none of them had ever eaten such delicious food, and more than two-thirds of them accidentally bit their tongues while chewing quickly.

Seeing these refugees wolfing down their food, Zuo Si immediately instructed Vanessa, "Send two people to the underground of the cemetery to detect whether there are other gathering places of survivors. Hull has a permanent population of nearly 500,000, and I feel that there may be similar places in other tombs. Also, remember to sprinkle the holy water I prepared around the warehouse to ensure that these people will not be infected by the plague left in the undead."

"Understood. Leave it to me."

The lich took the bottle filled with holy water and nodded.

After a while, he sprinkled the holy water evenly around the warehouse and gave orders to all the controlled undead and constructs, prohibiting them from approaching the survivors who were in extremely weak conditions.

In fact, Zuo Si had no intention of bringing back all the undead and golem-like constructs brought here to Faerun or other worlds.

Because from the moment they are released, they are very likely to become carriers of the terrible plague.

Unless collective disinfection is carried out, they will basically be a group of moving natural disasters.

With the help of the powerful magic item, the Tome of Commanding the Undead, most of the low-level undead in the city of Hull were captured in just a few days, while those high-level undead who had gained consciousness were either ruthlessly destroyed or forced to surrender and become commanders of the undead army.

In the end, the liches successfully recruited approximately 80,000 to 100,000 undead cannon fodder in the city.

In addition, the magical materials and iron ingots in the warehouse were also made into thousands of the simplest and cheapest steel constructs.

These constructs do not have the powerful magic resistance and immunity of golems, and are unable to understand complex commands.

But their advantage lies in their large numbers, and their amazing defense against physical attacks, and they are not affected by mental or charm spells.

Looking at the densely packed army of constructs and undead before them, the core members of the organization present couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Now, we finally have enough capital to recapture the floating city of Plantia."

As he spoke, Zuo Si activated the power of the Planeswalker Spark and forcibly tore open another unstable space rift.

The next second...

Countless constructs and undead creatures rushed over in a mighty force.

The spectacular scene was so shocking that even the survivors who were rescued near the warehouse opened their mouths and were speechless.

At this moment, they really began to believe that this group of spellcasters of unknown origin might really be able to occupy the floating city and end this desperate doomsday.

At the same time, the army that passed through the rift, led by those high-level undead creatures who chose to surrender, quickly began to attack using the Mage Tower as a forward base, capturing nearby buildings one by one along the street.

Especially those tall towers that can release all kinds of magic with amazing destructive power.

In an instant, the originally quiet floating city of Plantia suddenly became lively.

At the lord's command, a large number of undead who had been hiding in inconspicuous corners rushed out and fought with the invaders.

Some relatively spacious streets, parks and squares gathered thousands of undead creatures belonging to different lords in a very short period of time, and then began to engage in an endless war of attrition and tug-of-war.

Since low-level undead have no consciousness and cannot feel fear, from the moment the battle breaks out, they enter a tragic state that living people can never imagine.

They were seen wearing the armor and clothes they wore in their lifetime, holding various crude weapons they had picked up from the streets, and were crowded together like sardines.

When reaching the front line, it will immediately try to smash the head of the opposing undead creature with a very clumsy movement.

If their weapons are lost in the melee, they will grab with their hands, bite with their teeth, or even hit with their heads.

The smarter ones would pick up the fallen thigh bones on the ground and use them as sticks.

Almost every minute, hundreds of skeletons or zombies were dismembered and consumed, and the broken bones and body parts even piled up into a raised hill in the center of the battlefield.

But what’s interesting is that neither the undead lords who have evolved intelligence nor the liches on Zuo Si’s side have the slightest intention of taking part in the battle themselves, nor do they care at all about how staggering their own losses are.

Because this is a war between the undead!

A war that is a hundred times more brutal than the war in the world of the living!

A war filled with only cold calculations and destined to determine life and death!

Unless the cannon fodder is completely consumed, the lords will not risk being killed and fight in person.

As for Zuo Si, he simply had enough war resources and cannon fodder at hand, so there was no need to reveal his cards too early.

He also planned to test whether there was some kind of connection between these high-level undead creatures, or whether they all submitted to a powerful undead king.

You have to know that the concentration of negative energy in the environment of the floating city is not something that ordinary cities on the ground can achieve.

In addition, there are many corpses left behind by great wizards and high-level professionals after their death, so it is easier to give birth to powerful undead creatures. Those death knights wielding cursed weapons are the best proof of this.

Standing on the top of the tower and looking at the advancing battle line ahead, Zuo Si asked without turning his head, "How is it, how many threatening undead lords have been detected?"

A female lich who was good at prophecy magic answered without hesitation: "So far, we have observed fourteen. Seven of them are melee zombies, skeletons, and death knight lords, two are spirit banshee lords, and the other five are wearing tattered robes, which are obviously spellcasters. But we don't know what kind of magic and spell-like abilities these guys possess."

"Speed ​​up the consumption of cannon fodder as quickly as possible and force some of these lords to join the battle." Zuo Si gave instructions quickly.

He didn't have the time to waste fighting with these guys for several months, but instead hoped to defeat them as soon as possible and complete the actual occupation of the floating city of Plantia.

After all, occupation and control are only the first step. The entire city must then be cleaned and disinfected, and some survivors must be recruited to rekindle the flames of civilization.

Any of these things will take a lot of time and energy.

"Without using constructs, given the current number and density of low-level undead creatures on the battlefield, I'm afraid we won't be able to deploy more troops." Jeffrey explained helplessly.

"According to the current consumption rate, how long can the opponent last?" Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.

Jeffrey answered without hesitation: "Even if we advance the fastest, it will probably take at least two hours. You can go take a rest or do something else to kill time. We will just keep an eye on it."

"Do you need me to keep this holy sword?"

Zuo Si grabbed the sword in its sheath and asked.

This action immediately frightened all the liches present and they took two steps back. Vanessa shook her head desperately: "No, no need, we can control the situation. You should keep this weapon for yourself. I don't want to experience the feeling of being instantly burned by positive energy for the time being."

"That's right! I think compared to those lords, the sword in your hand is the biggest threat to us." Jeffrey also echoed.

It is not difficult to see from the reactions of the liches how much fear they have for the holy sword that is the result of the combination of Cassomir and Daystar.

Because whether it is the additional spell resistance and magic dispelling effects that the former provides to the holder, or the amazing positive energy possessed by the latter, both can deal an unimaginable devastating blow to any undead creature the moment it hits.

Not to mention a lich, even if a demilich with greater power were to be hit, he would probably be half-crippled even if he didn't die.

Due to the weakening of the order and good faith infused into the holy knight during the transformation process, and the greatly enhanced sacred properties of its positive energy, this resulted in a positive energy area being formed within a dozen meters around this holy sword simply by being drawn out.

All living creatures in the area are slowly healed and boosted, while undead creatures are continuously burned.

If the Good God Church and the Holy Knights knew that such a holy sword had been born, they would probably do whatever it takes to get it.

And this sword is the strongest trump card that Zuo Si has prepared to retake the floating city.

He believed that no matter what kind of undead creature it was, it would become extremely vulnerable in front of the holy sword.

However, the panicked reactions of the liches still made Zuo Si laugh. He said jokingly, "As liches whose souls are preserved in the phylactery, you have no need to be afraid of the holy sword. You can even use it to die together with those difficult enemies. Anyway, you will be reborn next to the phylactery in a few days at most."

"Sir, please don't joke. The fear of positive energy of undead creatures is an instinct engraved in their souls. Even liches who retain their memories and personalities are no exception." Jeffrey explained with a serious expression.

He was obviously frightened by Zuo Si's wild idea, and was afraid that the organization's top leader would really let him do it.

Let the lich hold a holy sword and die together with other undead lords? Just imagining this scene in my mind will cause strong discomfort and rejection.

"That's a pity. Well, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to go and rest for a while. Call me when the lords join the battle."

After saying that, Zuo Si took the holy sword back to the small room in the Mage Tower that once belonged to him.

Looking at the once very familiar furnishings and decorations, as well as the two low-level undead creatures that were constantly generating electricity by stepping on them day and night, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "I can't believe that in just over two years, I'm back again. But this time, I'm no longer a chess piece controlled by others, but a chess player who can control my own destiny."

"Are you reminiscing about your lost youth?"

A thick tome hanging next to the shoulder bag suddenly opened and made a sound without any warning.

"Youth? Hahahaha! That kind of thing no longer exists for me. As the bearer of my past thoughts, you should know this best."

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head, not at all surprised that a book could speak.

Because this book is a diary endowed with sanity by the power of the creator.

In this way, he obtained a magical creature with thoughts very similar to his own.

Unlike most other magic items that are used to gain stronger defense or attack capabilities, this creation, which has a thinking method very similar to the original self, is most useful for communicating with the past self and keeping a clear mind at all times.

"No! This is remembrance.

Although you don't want to admit it, you actually enjoyed the time you lived in the floating city.

Although Asta is using you and forcing you to abandon the values ​​and weaknesses in your character that you have cultivated in modern society, he is also giving you a lot.

Including but not limited to a respected social status and the privilege of deciding the life and death of dozens or even hundreds of slaves with just a single word.

All of this is something you cannot get in today's society.

Don't forget that I carry your past thoughts, so I know exactly what you were thinking at that time.

It is that feeling of being able to manipulate and change the fate of others that shapes your character."

The diary used extremely sharp words to point out subtle psychological changes that even Zuo Si himself was not aware of.

Of course, it will only express its opinions and suggestions when there are no outsiders around. It usually remains silent out of habit.

"So you think I have developed feelings towards Asta similar to Stockholm Syndrome?" Zuo Si asked with interest, touching his chin.

The diary replied without a trace of emotion: “On the contrary, your reaction is much more serious and terrible.

At least I have never heard of anyone with Stockholm syndrome who would kill without hesitation the person on whom he once felt dependent.

I think you have another psychological problem, which is that you are always in a state of strong anxiety and sense of crisis.

This is why you will retaliate violently against those who threaten your life.

Any external stimulus that exceeds a certain threshold will trigger a violent reaction from you.

It’s unusual, and it makes you look dangerous to others.”

"So according to the diagnosis of modern medicine and psychology, I should be considered a patient suffering from mental illness and mental problems? And my illness is not mild?" Zuo Si couldn't help but laugh at himself.

In modern society, when a police officer shoots and kills a criminal, he has to undergo a series of mental evaluations and psychological counseling, not to mention what he has experienced.

In other words, after being forced to perform the dismemberment of living and dead bodies for more than a year, he was lucky not to have become a mentally twisted and morbid lunatic.

As for other aspects, naturally we can't ask for too much.

What's more, Furen is not a much better place. There are so many lunatics, paranoids, psychopaths, fanatics, devil worshippers and devil believers.

Various conspirators come and go, and there is no peace at all.

Do you still want to be a law-abiding and normal person in this environment? Don’t dream!

"Modern medicine and psychology are aimed at ordinary people, and you are no longer like them.

I just want to remind you not to always maintain this highly tense state of constantly fighting with others, and to relax a little occasionally.

For example, start a relationship with women who obviously like you.

If you like something more mature, I think Alustriel is good.

Her rich experience in this area and gentle personality can bring you an unprecedented pleasure experience.

If you like someone a little more youthful, Hermione Granger is a good choice. You can also take this opportunity to build a closer relationship with her and train her to become a qualified helper.

If you like someone who listens to you, you can consider Isadora. Although she has serious mental and psychological problems, she will never refuse any request you make.

As for creatures like tree spirits, water fairies, succubi, and succubi that can only be used to vent desires and energy, just forget about them.

In short, what you need now is to divert your attention a little and relax your tense nerves completely."

Unlike the strange objects and the wizard tower, which were basically "mentally retarded" in the early stage of their birth, because the contents inside recorded a large amount of thoughts, they had a complete and independent consciousness from the beginning.

"I didn't expect you to care about my love life..."

Zuo Si's mouth twitched as he complained softly.

"I just don't want to see my master become a monster with only an endless thirst for magic and knowledge in the future. Also, you haven't slept for almost five days, so you'd better take a rest now."

After saying that, the diary fell silent and no longer made any sound.

In response to its reminder and suggestion, Zuo Si simply shrugged his shoulders, obviously not taking it seriously.

因为这东西终究只是一件魔法造物，承载了自己的一部分思想和意识，并不一定都是对的。

就这样，在简单使用咒语清理了一下房间的灰尘后，他很快躺下来闭上眼睛进入了休眠状态。

尽管区区一两个小时并不足以恢复法术位和神术位，但却能极大缓解精神方面的疲劳。

自从获得神力之后，左思的睡眠基本上就没有正常和规律过，都是需要重新准备魔法才会选择长达八小时的休息，平日里都是二十四小时、四十八小时、七十二小时之类的连轴转。

在某种程度上，他的疯狂程度丝毫不亚于想要成为精灵诸神一员的艾瑞尼卡斯。

正当普兰提亚浮空城的亡灵战争进行的如火如荼时，远在费伦大陆西海岸最北端的千帆之城路斯坎，迎来了一群十分特殊的访客。

他们不是人类，而是来自古老秘银厅的矮人。

为首的正是现任的国王，矮人战锤氏族的首领，曾经在冰风谷参与过碎魔晶事件的著名冒险者，黑暗精灵游侠崔斯特的好友，成功杀死了入侵自己家园的影龙——哈林乌瑞姆·烁影，并且重铸秘银厅皇冠的布鲁诺·战锤。

由于在1356DR成功收复了战锤氏族曾经的家园，后来又在动荡之年遭到幽暗地域魔索布莱城黑暗精灵的攻击，收留了数百名惨遭屠杀的布林登城地底侏儒幸存者，他现在所领导的秘银厅已经成为整个北地最大的秘银、钢铁和各类武器盔甲的供应商之一。

甚至由于抢占了太多市场份额的关系，引起同样靠矿产与金属冶炼为主的米拉巴敌视。

尽管有银月城的艾拉斯卓出面调停最终没有爆发战争，但私下里的明争暗斗却从来没有停止过。

为了开拓市场，让秘银厅生产的东西可以卖出去并换回粮食、盐、酒、布匹等生活物资，老矮人不得不从世界之脊群山向南延伸出的触角走出来，横穿危机四伏的潜藏森林，小心翼翼避开充满敌意的米拉巴，乘坐船只沿着米拉尔河顺流直下来到路斯坎。

当然，这位所谓的秘银厅之王，算上那些投靠过来的地底侏儒，实际上臣民也只有区区不到一千人，而且都生活在暗无天日的坑道中。

看着路斯坎市场数量惊人的摊位和熙熙攘攘的叫卖声，布鲁诺惊讶的挑起了眉毛问跟在自己身边的矮人向导：“这究竟是怎么回事？我可不记得千帆之城有如此多的商人。”

后者微笑着解释道：“陛下，自从耐兰瑟尔群岛攻陷路斯坎之后，他们就对原本那些盗贼公会、海盗和下水道里的兽化人进行了大清洗。

几个垄断贸易的商会也被毫不留情的取缔并没收所有财产。

当这些阻碍贸易的家伙消失后，来自安姆、博德之门、深水城和无冬城的商人迅速蜂拥而至，一边兜售自己带来的特产，一边收购北地各种有价值的货物。

而且新的统治者还把整个明檀岛上的居民全部迁徙过来，并且释放了所有的奴隶，给予他们工作和酬劳。

所以这里的市场正在呈现出空前繁荣的状态。

周边地区所有城镇和村庄的人都愿意在此地进行交易，甚至无需支付哪怕一个铜板的入城税。

如果您想要把我们生产的武器、盔甲、铁锭和秘银卖掉，这里应该就是最理想的场所了。

尤其是秘银、精金和宝石，这里的官方开出了非常高价格无限量收购。”

“所以你的意思是……让我们跟直接去跟对方签订一份长期的贸易合同？”布鲁诺摸着下巴上浓密的胡子陷入了沉思。

毫无疑问，作为在冰风谷出生和长大的矮人，他对于路斯坎并没有什么太好的感官。

至少几年前在寻找秘银厅的冒险旅途中，这座城市并未给他留下半点好的印象。

无论是那场在酒馆里爆发的冲突跟斗殴，还是购买消息时所付出的高昂代价，亦或是遭到奥术兄弟会成员的尾随追杀。

更何况，当初带着碎魔晶在冰风谷掀起腥风血雨的阿卡尔·凯梭，也是路斯坎奥术兄弟会的学徒。

矮人向导显然并不清楚自家国王在想些什么，信誓旦旦的保证道：“请相信我，整个北地应该都找不出第二个愿意开出这种高价收购秘银、精金和宝石的买家了。

而且我们还可以顺便在返程的时候购买需要的生活必需品。

虽然我也知道秘银厅跟银月城是盟友关系，而且距离更近。

但银月城的市场显然无法消掉我们所有的货物，但路斯坎却可以。

再加上这里距离无冬城很近，海运也非常方便，就算是普通的铁质武器和盔甲也能卖出好价钱。”

“好吧，那就听你的，先去尝试着跟他们谈谈。”

布鲁诺犹豫再三还是无法下定决心。

很快，在向导的带领下，这群矮人在无数双眼睛的注视中穿过街道，抵达了前不久才建立起来的市政厅。

对接待人员说明来意之后，消息便以最快速度被呈现在埃里克的面前。

由于左思和巫妖们都已经不在了，所以他被暂时留下作为名义上的最高统治者来处理一些外交方面的事物。

尽管在这位昔日海盗头子的眼中，像秘银厅这种只有不足一千人口的小势力，根本不配跟自己谈条件。

但看在秘银、精金和宝石的份上，他还是选择了接见对方。

毕竟这些东西都是瓦内萨指名要的东西，并且在各项优先级上排的非常靠前，是真正的战略物资。

埃里克非常清楚自己的定位，所以压根不敢有半点怠慢。

大概几分钟之后，双方就在会客室内见到了彼此。

“你好，路斯坎和耐兰瑟尔群岛的统治者，至高无上的西海之王。”布鲁诺强忍着腻歪说出了身边顾问为自己准备的外交辞令。

身为一名耿直的矮人，他最讨厌的就是这种虚伪至极的称号，更喜欢在交谈中直呼其名。

相比之下，接受过礼仪教育的埃里克对此早已轻车熟路，微笑着回应道：“我也很高兴认识你，秘银厅的君王，大名鼎鼎的屠龙者。”

毫无疑问！

杀死黑龙烁影夺回属于战锤氏族的家园，是布鲁诺这辈子最得意的事情，原本还有些别扭的脸上瞬间浮现出发自内心的笑容。

“哈哈哈哈！好了，我们俩都是战士，就不要在这里相互吹嘘彼此的功绩了，还是直接进入正题吧。”

“没问题。请坐。”

埃里克十分熟练的招呼对方，并且给一旁的仆从使了个眼色。

后者心领神会，马上取出一瓶朗姆酒给在场所有的人倒了一杯。

向来不知道客气为何物矮人们闻到酒精的味道，立刻便仰起头一饮而尽，瞬间被浓烈火辣的口感呛得直咳嗽。

要知道这些用制糖过程中残留物经过发酵、蒸馏，最后再进行勾兑的烈酒，可不是他们平日里喝的淡啤酒，酒精含量甚至能达到四十度左右。

不过短暂的咳嗽之后，布鲁诺立刻便恢复正常，满脸通红舔着嘴唇称赞道：“够劲！我喜欢！这是什么酒？我怎么以前从来没听说过？”

“朗姆酒，它是耐兰瑟尔群岛的特产，非常受到商人和水手们的喜爱，一直都处于供不应求的状态。如果我们能够签署一份足够大的贸易协定，那么你们就可以获得优先采购权。”埃里克不慌不忙的抛出了第一个诱饵。

整个费伦大陆上的人都知道，由于体质的关系几乎所有的矮人都嗜酒如命。

再加上他本人的产业中就有酿酒厂，所以自然不会错过这种既能让巫妖满意，自己又能趁机赚钱的好机会。

“那就要看你们开出的价码是否足够有诚意了。毕竟从秘银厅到路斯坎，中间必然要经过米拉巴，我们要承受的风险可不小。”布鲁诺尝试着进行讨价还价。

尽管这并不是他所擅长的，但还是忠实履行了身为国王的责任跟义务。

埃里克低着头思索了片刻，很快开口说道：“关于这一点，我可以给你两个选择。一个是由你们来负责运输和保障沿途安全，我们只负责收获付款，收购价格提高两成。另外一个是由我们来负责从米拉巴到路斯坎的这一段，但收购价格保持不变。”

“你们来负责运输？！”布鲁罗瞬间吃了一惊。

要知道秘银厅那个鸟不拉屎的位置，从建立以来就没有什么商人愿意光顾。

否则他们坐拥那么大一座矿脉，也不会总是要为如何卖掉产品而发愁。

“难道你们就不怕引起米拉巴的敌视吗？”另外一名矮人也忍不住跟着问了一句。

听到这个问题，埃里克立马露出一副不屑一顾的表情道：“米拉巴？如果他们敢对从秘银厅运出的货物做出任何带有一丁点带有敌意的行为，我保证幕后主使将付出十倍乃至百倍的代价。

Do you know why Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood perished? It was because they tried to go south and plunder merchant ships in the waters we control.

If Mirabar is not afraid of death, then let them come.

I am very much looking forward to seeing how they react to being surrounded by a huge fleet and tens of thousands of troops."

"Fuck! Just based on these words! I'm determined to make you my friend!"

Bruno suddenly stood up from his chair and cursed without any sign of being a king.

Needless to say, he must have been tripped up by the other party a lot during this period and is very angry.

But considering that he had to give face to Elastro, he had to endure it temporarily.

After all, the other party helped a lot in the process of conquering Mithril Hall, and the Warhammer Clan still owes them a favor.

But Eric obviously doesn't need to worry about that.

He had received instructions from Vanessa long ago that if anyone dared to be so blind as to provoke him, he would respond with practical actions.

"How many gems, mithril, and adamantium can Mithril Hall provide at most each year?"

Seeing that the Dwarf King was getting a little carried away, Eric immediately took the opportunity to raise the issue that concerned him most.

"If we go all out, we can smelt up to 30 tons of mithril, 5 tons of refined gold, 3,000 top-quality gems, and 15,000 medium-quality gems." Bruno quickly gave an exact number.

Since dwarves and deep gnomes are both experts at digging holes and exploring for mineral veins, and Mithril Hall is located in the mineral-rich Underdark, the output of magical metals is simply incomparable to that of ordinary surface veins.

As a small town in Amn that started out as a mining town, Nashikai has at least three to four thousand people engaged in mining, but the annual output of mithril is only five tons, and the amount of refined gold is so little that it is only enough to make a sword or an axe.

"We want all of these things." Eric's eyes sparkled with excitement and ecstasy.

For him, as long as he makes this deal, he will immediately get Vanessa's praise.

Maybe if the lich is happy, he will immediately fulfill his promise and crown himself king.

Although this king is just a puppet, and it is foreseeable that his descendants will not be able to escape the fate of becoming puppets, it is still much better than the current situation where they do not even have a formal title.

"All of it? Do you know how much these things cost?"

Bruno was completely frightened by the other party's horrible appetite.

He had no idea that the Nelanther Islands and Luskan could make that much money from taxes and trade in a year.

"Don't worry, it's just a few million gold coins. We can afford it."

Eric waved his hand and showed his rich character.

Perhaps others are not aware of the amazing financial resources that the Nalansel Islands currently possess, but he can roughly know something about it through the compiled account books.

Although Bruenor and other dwarves of the Warhammer clan were skeptical about this, they finally signed an agreement under the guarantee of paying for goods.

The agreement stipulates that Luskan has the priority right to purchase all gemstones and magical metals produced by Mithril Hall.

Only when the former can no longer eat it can the latter sell the remaining part to other buyers.

In return, Luskan will provide the Mithril Hall with a special ship to transport various daily necessities.

They make a round trip at least once a month, transporting goods to the river mouth hidden at the edge of the forest.

Of course, this does not apply in winter when the roads are blocked by ice and snow.

Because Miralko is frozen throughout the winter, it is impossible to use the river for transportation.

After the agreement was signed, Bruno did not rush back to the Mithril Hall. Instead, he left the guide, advisor and guards around him and walked into a tavern alone.

However, he did not go straight to the bar to order drinks like other dwarves living in the area. Instead, he took a look around the hall and soon found a familiar figure hiding in an inconspicuous corner. He immediately walked up to the figure, snatched the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it all. Then he asked with a smack of his lips: "How is it, have you finished observing the new ruler of this city?"

"No. But we can draw some conclusions."

As he spoke, the man, whose entire body was covered by a hood and cloak, slowly raised his head, revealing his dark skin and white hair hidden underneath.

There is no doubt that he is a dark elf who is notorious on the surface.

Combined with his relationship with Bruenor, it is not difficult to guess that his true identity is the legendary ranger Drizzt Do'Urden.

The dwarf was obviously very interested in this, and immediately laughed and joked, "Why don't you tell me about it? You know, I just met the famous King of the West Sea today. Although the outside world is saying that he was once the most brutal pirate captain under Hallett, after meeting him, he gave people the impression that he was more like a cunning nobleman and businessman."

Trist had long been accustomed to this kind of teasing from his friends, and simply shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

“Overall, I am optimistic about the recent changes here.

At least the slaves were freed, most civilians were able to find jobs, and even the beggars on the street who had lost their ability to work could have two relief meals a day.

Of course, the price was a brutal and merciless purge.

According to my estimation, the number of dead was at least over two thousand, and almost all of their bodies were transformed into undead and sent to farms, mines, and logging camps outside the city to work.

They took the place of the original slaves and worked non-stop day and night.

This reminds me of some of the practices in my hometown, Menzoberranzan.

But compared to the lifeless undead, my bloodthirsty and brutal compatriots obviously prefer living slaves who can make melodious screams. "

Bruenor had a thoughtful look on his face. "So you think Luskan would be a potential friend rather than an enemy? By the way, it's broad daylight now. How did you trick the guards into entering the city?"

Drizzt answered without hesitation: "I did not deceive anyone. I stated my identity openly and walked in through the main door. Although many people still looked at me with caution, suspicion and hostility."

"What? They allowed the dark elves to enter the city!" The dwarf's eyes widened in shock.

You know, just a few years ago, when they were adventuring in the north to find clues about Mithril Hall, this legendary ranger was banned from entering by various city-states along the way more than once, even Silvermoon City was no exception, and some even threatened to kill him.

It was precisely because of this strong hostility and rejection that Trist became depressed for a long time, and even doubted whether his decision to leave his hometown was a wrong one.

"Haha, not all dark elves are allowed to enter the city, but only Drizzt Do'Urden is allowed to enter. It seems that these years of adventure have not been in vain. I have finally gained some recognition and acceptance."

When talking about this, a barely perceptible touch of emotion flashed in the ranger's eyes.

However, he may never know that this order was actually issued by Zuo Si himself and had nothing to do with any recognition or acceptance.

(End of this chapter)