Because for most civilians, although the salary of jobs is increasing with the unprecedented prosperity of trade with the Maztec continent, for them, long-lasting lighting equipment such as candles, oil lamps, and magic lamps are still an absolute luxury.
Perhaps every household would buy one or two candles or an oil lamp in case of emergency, but they would never use them easily in normal times.
If you stand in the air, you can clearly see that the city at night is very clearly divided into several areas.
Among them, the lights at Woking Mall are the brightest. Many businesses even use torches with eternal flames or colorful magic lamps.
Secondly, there is the dock, which is busy loading and unloading goods day and night, and is also illuminated by the eternal flames of torches and magic lamps.
Many scantily clad young women would stand in groups under the lights to show off their seductive body curves, and then bargain with the sailors who had just come off the ship and were almost suffocating.
Once an agreement is reached, both parties will head to a dark, deserted alley to complete the transaction.
From dusk to dawn, all kinds of strange noises can be heard almost everywhere in the streets and warehouses near the docks.
Some of them are high-pitched, some are low-pitched, and they have become one of the characteristics and symbols of this area.
Of course, like all industries that operate in the gray area, these are all controlled by the Shadow Thieves Guild.
Every time the women complete a transaction, they will hand over a portion of their income to the local tyrants who are responsible for protecting them.
Only in this way can they engage in this business safely without having to worry about suddenly becoming a floating corpse in the sewers and the sea.
In addition, since the Shadow Thieves Guild is the most professional and elite criminal organization on the continent of Faerun, it understands the importance of sustainable development and rarely over-exploits its subordinates who can bring it continuous profits.
Therefore, women usually only need to hand over 20% of their income to feel free to solicit customers.
If you encounter someone who is too rough or behaves too abnormally, you can directly summon members of the Shadow Thieves Guild to protect yourself.
You should know that the biggest difference between Askatla and the former Calim Port is that the former's underground world is completely monopolized by the Shadow Thieves Guild.
Although there are many branch gangs and small guilds under them, no one dares to disobey the orders given by their superiors.
Otherwise, what awaits the leaders of these gangs and small guilds is a brutal and bloody purge.
The top brass, led by Renoir Bloodhead, never mind using a massacre to warn all subordinates with ill intentions.
Due to the unified market and perfect management system, there is no competition for territory among the shadow thieves.
As a result, the personal safety of pickpockets, swindlers and prostitutes under their control is also more guaranteed, and they don't have to worry about being involved in gang fights and losing their lives.
Most importantly, the unprecedented prosperity of trade and commerce also made the shadow thieves who controlled the underworld of Amn earn a lot of money.
This can be seen from the fact that many leaders can afford to buy houses in places like administrative districts.
At this moment, Renoir Bloodhead, the real ruler of the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters, was standing on an inconspicuous berth at the dock under the protection of a dozen elite assassins, admiring the criminal empire that was growing and developing under his hands, with an incomparable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
The reason why he ventured out of the guild headquarters today was to meet with an important partner.
After all, ever since the southern port of Calim was purged by the Undead Emperor Shane VII, all smuggling and contraband trafficking businesses have come to a standstill.
The newly appointed ruler of the underground world, Apke, completely ignored the good cooperative relationship with the Shadow Thieves and ruthlessly uprooted the several strongholds established by the guild there.
So whether it is for the purpose of revenge or to re-establish connections and build intelligence and smuggling networks, Reinol Bloodhead needs to find a partner with sufficient power and influence in the local area.
As the elect of Xirik and the actual ruler of the Church of the Prince of Lies in Kalinshan, Malik extended an olive branch at the critical moment.
One of the two sides wanted to rebuild its stronghold in Port Calin, while the other was eager to use external forces to fight against the strong suppression of King Shane VII. It can be said that they hit it off immediately.
"Look! The boat is coming!"
A half-elf rogue with low-light vision pointed at a faint light on the sea in the distance and shouted.
Since there were a large number of merchant ships docked in the Azkatla Bay, in order to prevent unnecessary losses caused by collisions due to lack of visibility, the City Hall issued an order requiring all unanchored ships to hang sufficiently bright oil lamps and torches on the bow, stern and observation deck at night.
So once light appears on the sea, it often means that a ship is heading towards the harbor.
After a while, the blurry light gradually became clear.
When they were several hundred meters away, they could clearly see that it was a medium-sized merchant ship with two decks, and the flag of the chamber of commerce was hung on the mast.
Just as Reinol Bloodhead cleared his throat and was about to welcome this ally from afar, another assassin next to him suddenly raised his hand to stop him.
"Boss! Be careful! Something is wrong! I smell a strong smell of blood!"
“Blood?”
Renoir Bloodhead's expression changed slightly, and he immediately narrowed his eyes and stared at the ship that was getting closer and closer.
About a few minutes later, he could vaguely see a swaying black figure standing on the deck with the bright light from the dock, and at the same time, he could smell a strong smell of blood blowing in with the sea breeze.
When they were only a few dozen meters away from the berth, everyone present could see the bodies lying all over the deck and the thick layer of blood plasma stuck to the deck.
A woman with short black hair and pale skin stood on the corpse, strangling the neck of Malik, the chosen one of the Prince of Lies, with one hand, and pulled his entire head off his neck in front of a dozen shadow thieves.
The blinding blood gushed out from the aorta, and under the influence of some unknown magical power, it formed a huge, terrifying yet beautiful blood flower.
Then it fell from the top of their heads like raindrops, hitting the bodies and faces of all the members of the Shadow Thieves Guild, including Renoir Bloodhead.
There are no words to describe the expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces at this moment.
In contrast, the pale-skinned woman acted as if she had done something insignificant. She first licked the blood plasma on her fingers with great enjoyment, then threw Malik's head, whose eyes were still open, high into the air. It drew a graceful parabola over the pier, and then fell with a thud onto the wooden planks of the plank road.
At this point, the shadow thieves finally came to their senses, drew their weapons and prepared to face the enemy.
As a huge criminal organization with influence throughout the entire west coast of the continent of Faerun, they are not petty thieves who have never seen the world. They quickly determined that this woman is not a human, but a very powerful vampire.
Renoir Bloodhead asked with a sullen face, "Who are you? Who are you working for? Do you and your master want to declare war on us Shadow Thieves?"
"Declare war? Hahahaha! Are you worthy enough?"
The vampire raised his chin proudly, and suddenly jumped up from the deck of the ship, like a weightless feather, and landed in front of the shadow thieves with extremely gentle and graceful movements.
Just a glance! One of the senior assassins was instantly charmed and immediately backstabbed another unsuspecting companion beside him.
The next second...
Puff! "Ah!!!!!!!!! You...what the hell are you doing?!"
The unfortunate fellow who was pierced in the back slowly turned his head, his face full of fear and despair.
He simply couldn't believe that his best friend would suddenly try to kill him.
"Sorry, this is the master's order. You are a follower of Xirik after all."
The bewitched assassin expresslessly twisted the dagger that had pierced his body, making sure that the opponent's heart was completely shattered, and then he quickly pulled out the weapon and shook off the blood on it.
The whole action is so smooth that it even makes people feel the simple and clear beauty of killing.
The moment the dagger was pulled out, the former, filled with confusion and unwillingness, fell headfirst to the ground and turned into a warm corpse.
Renoir Bloodhead, who witnessed this scene, felt a chill down his spine. He suppressed his fear and threatened loudly, "You are provoking us! The Shadow Thieves Guild will never allow anyone or any organization to get away with killing our members."
"No, Shadow Thief, you are wrong.
I'm not provoking you, I'm giving you a warning.
From today onwards, all cooperation with Xirik and his church is prohibited.
Otherwise, I guarantee you that what happened on the ship today may happen at the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters next time."
As he said this, a terrifying red light flashed from the vampire's eyes. That bloodthirsty and cruel look made all the remaining shadow thieves feel as if a hand was pinching their hearts, preventing them from beating normally.
"Why would you do this? You and your master are enemies of the Prince of Lies?"
Realizing that the other party was not coming for him, Reinol Bloodhead was obviously relieved and began to try to get more useful information.
He simply couldn't understand who in this world would dare to go against Xirik and his church, who possessed powerful divine powers.
Especially things like killing voters are obviously no longer ordinary confrontations, but outright declarations of war.
“Haha, don’t worry, Shadow Thief, you will understand soon.
Also, let me correct one thing. It's not me who is against Dark Sun, but he himself declared war on the gods.
Look, there's a fire coming from the direction of the Temple of Xirik over there.
After this night, all of his temples in Amn will be slaughtered without mercy, and his fanatical followers will be physically destroyed.
I suggest that you also clean out those people within the Shadow Thieves who believe in the Prince of Lies.
Otherwise, when they become a disaster, I will have to kill all of you."
As these words came out of her mouth, the female vampire opened her arms and released a powerful magical force from her body.
Everyone present who was affected immediately felt a surge of blood, and even their eyes were instantly filled with scarlet bloodshot.
Others spurted large amounts of blood from their noses.
Although Raynor Bloodhead had seen some vampires and intelligent undead creatures before, and even established stable cooperation with them.
But I have never seen a vampire who can directly control the blood in other people's bodies without contact.
There is no doubt that any vampire who possesses this power has at least reached the lowest level of "Lord".
Even if it is directly exposed to the midday sun, it will not turn into ashes like ordinary vampires.
After realizing this, Renoir Bloodhead took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He then put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your reminder. I will find out what happened as soon as possible and then decide what action to take. If you don't mind, can you tell me your and your master's names?"
"You can call me Badi, Badi the Vampire Queen.
As for the master's name, you are not worthy of knowing it with your strength and status.
Also, the cemetery will be my territory from now on.
If any shadow thieves dare to come near again, don't blame me for using their blood and corpses as dinner."
After saying this, Badi instantly turned into a huge bat, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the night.
The assassin who was under the control of the charm regained consciousness as she walked away. He fell to his knees on the ground and began to shake violently and uncontrollably.
However, Renoir Bloodhead had no time to deal with his subordinate who had been charmed and attacked his companions. He immediately returned to the building where the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters was located and sent a large number of people to investigate and collect intelligence.
About a few hours later, documents appeared on the desk.
When he saw that all the temples and altars dedicated to Cyric in the city of Askatra and even in the entire Amn region were destroyed by mysterious forces of unknown origin, and more than a thousand fanatical diehards were brutally executed, he finally realized that this incident was far more serious than he had imagined.
Not only Amn! Calimshan in the south, Baldur's Gate and Luskan in the north, have all set off a storm that destroyed the foundation of Cyric's faith.
Once the Church of the Prince of Lies is discovered to be operating in secret, it will be dealt with most severely.
There is no need for any trial. Once caught, the person will be executed on the spot and all his property will be confiscated.
Since Zhentil Keep is still in chaos, the outside world does not know what happened there for the time being, let alone that Cyric has officially declared war on the gods.
But as a high-ranking member of the Shadow Thieves, Renoir Bloodhead has clearly realized that the vampire queen Badi, who works for someone unknown, was not joking when she said she was going to massacre the Shadow Thieves Guild, but that it could really happen.
After all, since the end of the Year of Turmoil, when Cyric was promoted to the new god by Io, the God Above Gods, many ambitious young people within the guild have chosen to take him as their belief.
This means that the Shadow Thieves have actually become the largest gathering place for Cyric followers in Amn.
"Damn it! Maiwa, Alros, Sarchi, Lulan, I never thought that without paying attention, there are already so many leaders in the guild who believe in the Prince of Lies."
Looking at the series of lists in his hand, Reinol Bloodhead could no longer sit still.
He knew he had to eliminate these threats one by one without provoking a large-scale rebellion.
Otherwise, the Shadow Thieves Organization, which originally believed in the God of Thieves Musk, would sooner or later become a tool in the hands of the madman Xirik.
But the problem is that the Shadow Thieves Guild has its own set of rules.
If you want to take down the leader of a subordinate guild, you must have sufficient evidence of his rebellion.
Thinking of this, Renoir Bloodhead suddenly had an idea and realized that the adventurers who often walked through the streets and alleys of Athkatla might be good helpers.
They were not members of the Shadow Thieves Guild, so even if they were exposed they would not fall out with each other and there was still plenty of room for maneuver.
Soon, under the suggestion of Renoir Bloodhead, members of the Shadow Thieves Guild began to frequently appear in places like taverns and inns, paying attention to those adventurer teams that seemed both capable and smart enough, and then introducing them to their boss.
A secret war thus unfolded silently within the Shadow Thieves Guild.
The vampire queen Badi soared in the night sky with her descendants, admiring the infighting among the shadow thieves from above.
From time to time, invitations are extended to those guys who are desperate but very capable.
The number of vampires and their offspring grew to two or three hundred in a short period of time.
"These shadow thieves are really stupid, they were fooled so easily.
It seems that the master still overestimates them a little bit.
With the power we have now, we can completely destroy them in a month or two at most if we start a war."
Badi commented with interest while standing on the top floor of a clock tower.
"But the problem is, the master didn't give you such authority, did he?"
The dark elf vampire stretched out his arms from behind, gently stroking Badi's exposed flat belly, and then extended them downwards.
The vampire queen obviously enjoyed the intimacy with this descendant, and after rubbing against him for a while, she turned around, pinched the former's chin and said with a smile: "The master did not give me the authority to start a war.
But that doesn't mean I can't take advantage of the situation and do something to further weaken the Shadow Thieves Guild.
Remember that guy named Maiwa? Invite him to the cemetery. I want to talk to him face to face. "
"As you wish, my dear mistress."
The dark elf vampire offered a passionate kiss, then twisted his hips and walked along the roof to the edge in a seductive posture, then jumped down from the height.
Not long after she left, Erinikas suddenly appeared beside her sister and asked expressionlessly, "Is it really okay for you to do this? You know, Soth is not someone who can be easily deceived."
“Don’t worry, my brother.
After spending some time together, I have won Soth's trust.
As long as it is a small matter like this, he won't ask about it at all as long as it is kept within a certain scope."
Badi turned around and gave a profound explanation.
“Be careful then.
In Baldur's Gate in the north, the son of Bhaal named Sarevok has become quite powerful.
Not only does he know his own life experience, but he is also exploring his own potential through some unknown means. The killing divinity in his body is as dazzling as a fire in the darkness.
A few days ago, I witnessed with my own eyes how he successfully attached divine power to the two-handed giant sword, breaking through all the magical defenses of the ogre mage with just one blow, nailing him to the ground.
That kind of terrible power cannot be achieved by any known magic or divine arts."
When saying this, Erinikas' tone was filled with strong fear.
Because he has always been confident in his own magical powers, he realized for the first time that in the face of divine power, powerful protective spells may not necessarily have a 100% blocking effect.
"You mean... that son of Bhaal has the potential to kill you in a fight?"
Badi showed a look of surprise.
Erinikas nodded seriously, “Yes.
Sarevok named it Death Raid.
Although he hasn't mastered it 100%, once he uses it successfully, you and I might all die instantly.
Because that is the power of Baal, the god of murder.
So the next phase of my research will revolve around the Sons of Bhaal.
If I could extract enough divinity from the soul of the Son of Bhaal, I could ignite it into a divine spark, completing the transformation from mortal to god.
The Shadow Thieves have been too successful in infiltrating the Baldur's Gate area, so you must create enough trouble in Amn to prevent them from interfering with my plans."
Badi agreed without hesitation.
After Erinikas left, she immediately reported the conversation back to the Mage Tower.
Poor Erinikas thought that Badi was pretending to join Zuo Si and then working for him in private.
But the reality is just the opposite.
This vampire queen, who has been made into a biological card, has already completely become the shape of Zuo Si.
The massacre of Cyric's followers in Amn and the destruction of all their temples were all done by Badi and his vampire subordinates.
As for the Luskan area in the north, the Shadow King Yelinia was responsible for cleaning it up.
In just one night, the foundation of the Prince of Lies' faith was basically wiped out from the west coast of Faerun.
The speed was so fast that even the top leaders of the Harpist Alliance who had originally planned to take action were caught off guard.
You don't need to ask to know that all this was arranged by Zuo Si in advance.
As a person who hates Xirik so much, he can be said to have arranged many means in advance in order to defeat the Prince of Lies in one fell swoop.
Before, because the time was not right, I always hid in the dark and didn't let anyone see me.
Now that the time is ripe, we will naturally use whatever means we can.
An alliance of monsters including frost giants, orcs, goblins, ogres, gnolls, white dragons, etc., which were bewitched by the followers of Cyric, had just walked out of the mountains of the Spine of the World and wanted to go south, but they were killed by Wilmes, a group of liches and a legion of dire wolves who were teleported over.
Basically, they either died on the spot or were forced to kneel down and beg for mercy as prisoners.
Zuo Si obviously did not intend to interfere in these small matters that his subordinates could handle on their own.
Because at this moment, he was sitting in the high tower of the City of Judgment, conducting an unknown secret deal with Jaeger.
Since the newly ascended God of Death, Clemvor, was still on a midnight date with the Goddess of Magic and had not returned yet, this ancient God of Death naturally took over the power and with extremely skilled operations, he quickly restored order to the Hazy Realm from chaos.
The portals that were often used by demons are now controlled by powerful undead armies.
Once there are signs of demon invasion, these high-level undead will immediately rush over and kill them all.
As for the devils who helped maintain order before, they obtained the special authorization of the third-generation God of Death, Clemvor, and could roam freely in the City of Judgment. Through eloquent speeches and agitation, they made mortal souls sign contracts and go to hell.
In short, without the troublemaker Xirik, the world of the dead immediately looked much cleaner.
Although the overall atmosphere is still gloomy, at least the soul is no longer panicky and uneasy, and everything is being carried out according to the established rules.
The messengers sent by the gods can also safely bring the souls of believers back to the kingdom of gods.
However, there is one god who is an exception, and that is Prince Cyric, the Liar, who officially declared war on the gods.
The souls of his believers who had gone crazy were now being detained in a huge temporary prison, enduring torture and interrogation by the devils day and night.
This torture will never stop unless you sign a contract to sell your soul.
Obviously, this is a naked and undisguised revenge.
Because Cyric did not fulfill his duties seriously during the time he became the God of Death, many gods lost the souls of their believers.
Now, Jaeger also wants to make the Prince of Lies taste a similar taste.
But Zuo Si felt that given Xirik's current crazy mental state, he would not care much about the life and death of his believers' souls.
The two of them just sat at the table, staring at each other in silence.
After several minutes, Jaeger broke the silence and said in a playful tone: "I can give you the priesthoods of attrition, decay, and fatigue. But the question is, what do you plan to use in exchange?"
Zuo Si smiled and responded, “It depends on what you want, the great Lord of the End of All Things.
After all, even the value of the same item is different in everyone's eyes.
What may be more precious than life to one person may be worthless to another.
Only when I understand your needs can I quote a corresponding price. "
"Haha, you are very smart and good at pleasing me. You actually want to test me in this indirect way."
Jaeger let out a deep laugh.
As the oldest god of death in Faerun, his wisdom, vision and mind have long become terrifying under the baptism and tempering of time.
"No, this is not a test, but a way to better conclude this deal. Besides, I am not a god, and I will not become a god in the future. I do not pose any threat to you at all." Zuo Si defended himself calmly.
Jaeger raised his right hand and extended a dry finger, pointing to the place on his chest where the Planeswalker Spark was hidden, and sighed slightly: "Yes! With the ability to travel through different time and space at will, who would still desire to become a god and be bound tightly in the spiritual world?"
Zuo Si keenly caught the fleeting desire in the eyes of the ancient god of death, and asked in an uncertain tone: "So you want to get a Spark of the Planeswalker?"
"If it was thousands of years ago before I became the God of Death, my answer would definitely be yes.
No intelligent creature can resist the temptation of traveling to other worlds, exploring different scenery, and learning all kinds of knowledge.
But unfortunately, it's all too late.
Because becoming a god means abandoning one's mortal nature and becoming a pure spiritual being.
The divine spark cannot coexist with the spark that is in you.
I could sense that when the two collided, something very, very terrible would happen."
Jaeger replied with a slightly regretful tone.
"So what do you want from me?"
There was a gleam of curiosity in Zuo Si's eyes.
Jaeger lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then he said, "I want a world, a world that belongs only to me."
"You mean... let me find a world without gods, and then establish faith so that you can descend and incarnate?"
Zuo Si obviously did not expect the other party to make such a request.
Not too difficult, but too easy.
For a planeswalker, finding such a time and space or plane is easier than eating and drinking.
“No, not the Advent Avatar.
Instead, he completely gave up everything he had now, reincarnated from a god into a mortal, and then became a god as a mortal.
In addition, I have an additional requirement, which is that this world must be outside the universe where Toril is located.
In return, I can support all your initiatives and actions in Faerun.
Including my current fatalism, grand funeral, several priesthoods of grave guard, as well as all the divine power and inheritance, they will all belong to you after I am reincarnated."
Jaeger stated all his demands in one breath.
This is undoubtedly quite unusual for a god.
Especially reincarnation, which is equivalent to a billionaire suddenly announced that he will donate all his property, and then running to the bottom of society to start working hard again.
This is quite unusual in any way.
Zuo Si looked at the ancient god of death sitting across the table with great confusion, trying to figure out what the other party was up to. After a long while, he couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Can you tell me why you do this?"
"Sorry, this is my personal secret and I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is that there is no conspiracy involved. I just want to leave Toril and start over."
After saying that, Jaeger stopped making any sound and just waited patiently for a reply.
"make a deal!"
After thinking it over for a long time, Zuo Si finally decided to agree.
After all, the whole thing doesn't seem to have any loss from beginning to end.
All he needed to do was to choose one from among the many worlds and help the ancient god of death complete his reincarnation, that was all.
As for what happens to the world afterwards, that is none of his business.
Anyway, judging from what Jaeger has done in the past, at best he would establish a country that tends to be lawful evil and can only worship itself, and he would not be so crazy as to create a disaster like destroying the world.
"Fifty years! I will give you fifty years to prepare and search. After fifty years, I will ask you to fulfill this promise." Jaeger said solemnly.
"Yes. As the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Hell, I solemnly promise you that within fifty years I will help you find a satisfactory world and complete your reincarnation."
As he spoke, Zuo Si's body instantly swelled up and transformed into the form of a giant devil. He stretched out his right hand and held the other person's dry dead hand together.
moment!
A Hell Contract appeared out of thin air, and then turned into a ball of fire and burned up in the air.
Watching the contract completely turn into ashes and drift away with the wind, a creepy smile finally appeared on Jaeger's dry skeleton face, and then he gently hooked his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, several balls of light flashing different colors flew over from somewhere and floated on the empty table.
He pointed to the leftmost one and introduced: "Waste, Decay, Exhaustion, Dusk, Autumn, Parasites, and Old Age. These priesthoods were all given by me to the previous generation of Death God Melkor.
However, because they all have obvious evil tendencies, they are rejected by the current God of Death, Kelemvor.
Now I hand them over to you, and I hope you can handle them properly.
Especially at dusk and autumn, it is easy to come into conflict with the Lord of Dawn and some natural gods.
Also, are you sure you don't need my help getting the priesthood of death and murder hanging over the throne of Bhaal?"
"Thank you very much for your kindness, but it is not necessary. I have other plans for those sons of Bhaal who are beginning to awaken one after another."
Zuo Si bowed politely, then turned back into a human form. He raised his hand and stuffed all these things that would make many gods salivate into the container that had been prepared in advance.
Just as he was about to get up and say goodbye, he suddenly saw a black light falling from the sky.
The new god of death, Kelemvor, has finally returned...
As the controller of the entire Hazy Realm, he obviously noticed Zuo Si on the top of the tower at a glance, and instantly teleported in and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Aren't you the Chosen One of Midnight? Why are you here?"
"Hello, great God of Death. I have just negotiated a deal with the Lord of the End of All Things on behalf of Talona, and I am planning to go back to report." Zuo Si answered with a smile.
"I see! I heard from Midnight and Jaeger that the reason why we were able to successfully defeat that bastard Xirik this time was all thanks to your secret operation. So strictly speaking, I owe you a favor."
Clemvor, who has just become the god of death, obviously still retains the grateful character of his mortal life. It is hard not to have a good impression of him in terms of both his attitude and tone.
Zuo Si originally liked people with principles and responsibilities, so he quickly said modestly, "You're too kind. I'm just doing what I think is right, striking a blow at a god that makes people sick at the mere sight of him. As for your becoming the new God of Death, it was the choice of the entire Hazy Realm plane, and the one who really worked behind the scenes was the Lord of the End of All Things."
"Hahaha! You are good at talking. No wonder Midnight likes you so much. The Lord of the End of All Things has indeed made a lot of efforts. I will not forget his kindness. But at the same time, I will not forget the important role you played in it."
Kelanwo laughed and patted Zuo Si on the shoulder.
Seeing this, Jaeger at the side also suggested in a half-joking tone: "From what I know, Soth seems to have always liked collecting high-level magic items and artifacts. Perhaps you can use your newfound divine power to create an interesting artifact for him as a gift, and by the way, you can also practice your ability in this area."
"Create a death artifact? Hmm - it sounds like a good idea. So tell me, what kind of thing do you like? Weapons, armor, or something else?" Kelemvor asked interestedly, stroking his chin.
"I happen to have a newly made necromancy magic item here. How about you help me strengthen it with your divine power?"
As he spoke, Zuo Si took down the [Skull of Manshoon] that he was going to hang and handed it over.
The moment Clemvor touched the skull, he realized the specific effect of this thing and frowned subconsciously.
"An evil artifact twisted and shaped from the soul of Manshoon, the leader of the Zhentarim, and the souls of Cyric's followers?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. I personally have a personal grudge against Mansong, so after killing him, I made this magic item."
"All right.
For someone like Mansong, this fate is indeed what he deserves.
Although I am not a big fan of this kind of necromancy magic creation with evil tendencies, it is indeed a perfect container for the power and priesthood of death.
Now, let me strengthen its power a little bit."
As the last word came out of his mouth, a cloud of gray smoke emitting cold and negative energy suddenly emerged from Kelanvor's hand.
moment!
Red light began to flash in the two empty eye sockets of Manshoon's Skull, and then gray smoke flowed along the skull at an incredible speed to form an undead creature wearing a gray robe and with a giant sickle floating around it.
"A death messenger created by divine power? It seems very interesting. I will come and help a little."
Jaeger raised his dry hands and poured a ball of black divine power into the body of this undead creature that looked like the god of death.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!!!
A spine, ribs, hands and feet grew out of thin air from under the robe, where there was nothing at all.
When the two Death Gods completed all the enhancements and took back their divine powers, the undead creatures disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the black skull slowly landing in front of Zuo Si.
After a simple magical detection, an undisguised look of joy suddenly appeared on the latter's face.
After being strengthened by Klemvor and Jaeger, the necromancy immunity of [Skull of Manshoon] was directly increased from below three rings to below eight rings.
In addition to the inherent "spell power" of casting necromancy magic, it will also produce an effect similar to "spell twins", causing damage to the target twice in an instant.
Most importantly, it is no longer just a pendant.
Zuo Si can wake it up when needed and make it appear as the messenger of death, that is, the undead appearance of holding a giant sickle and wearing a gray robe.
Don't be fooled by its unremarkable and even a bit shabby appearance, but this thing is truly a divine creature.
Its huge sickle is equivalent to a +5 instant-death weapon. Each hit not only causes astonishing damage, but also has the potential to trigger the "Death Harvest", directly peeling the opponent's soul from the body.
If the target is a spiritual creature such as a ghost, then "Death Harvest" will be triggered 100%.
In addition, the essence of the messenger of death is the creation of the power of death and the priesthood, so he will not really die.
Even if it is destroyed in a battle, it will regenerate after waiting for a period of time.
If sufficient negative energy can be provided, the rebirth speed will increase exponentially.
Other than that, summoning the Deathbringer does not conflict with controlling Manshoon's spirit.
This means that the [Skull of Manshoon] can not only kill people in the former way, but also release powerful spells to bombard the enemy.
"Thank you very much. I promise to use it well in the future and give it to the right people."
Zuo Si bowed to the two gods of death and gave a solemn guarantee.
Of course, this guarantee is mainly for Kelemvor.
Because he knew how much the new God of Death hated undead creatures in his heart.
"You're welcome, you deserve it.
If you have nothing else to do, just go back first.
Next, I will make some changes to the entire Hazy Realm.
Especially this tall tower that was hung with bones and skulls by Xirik.
And there's the Chaos Hound Kozef roaming outside waiting to eat souls..."
After saying this, Kelemvor no longer paid attention to Zuo Si, and began to use his authority as the God of Death to drastically transform the entire City of Judgment so that it was no longer filled with the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere as before.
Not only that, he also had to deal with those priests and believers who separated from the Church of Cyric and joined him.
Most of these people were subordinate to the previous generation of the God of Death, Melkor, and fell at the feet of the Prince of Lies after the end of the Year of Turmoil.
Now that the latter have lost their portfolio of death, they naturally have to make a new choice: whether to stay and continue to serve the crazy Cyric, or to throw themselves into the arms of the new god of death, Kelemvor.
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