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 expressionlessly 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.
从今天开始禁止一切跟希瑞克及其教会有关合作。
否则我向你保证今天在船上发生的事情，也许下一次就会在影贼公会总部发生。”
在说这番话的时候，吸血鬼眼睛里迸射出骇人的红光，那嗜血暴虐的神情让剩下所有影贼都感觉有一只手捏住自己的心脏，使其无法正常跳动。
“为什么要这样做？你和你的主人是谎言王子的敌人？”
意识到对方不是冲自己来的，雷诺尔·血头明显松了一口气，开始尝试着套出更多有用的情报。
他完全不理解，这个世界上究竟有谁敢与拥有强大神力的希瑞克及其教会势力作对。
尤其是像杀死选民这种事情，明显已经不是一般的对抗，而是不折不扣的正面宣战。
“呵呵，别急，影贼，很快你就会明白了。
另外纠正一点，不是我在与暗日为敌，而是他亲口向诸神宣战了。
看，那边希瑞克神殿方向发出的火光。
今夜过后，他所有在安姆的神殿都遭到毫不留情的屠戮，狂热的信徒也会被从物理层面上彻底消灭。
我建议你最好也清理一下影贼内部信仰谎言王子的人。
省的当他们泛滥成灾的时候，我将不得不把你们也全部杀光。”
伴随着这句话脱口而出，女性吸血鬼张开双臂从体内释放出一股强大的魔法力量。
在场凡是受到影响的人，都立刻感觉到一阵血气翻涌，就连眼睛都瞬间布满了猩红色的血丝。
还有些则从鼻子里喷出了大量的鲜血。
尽管雷诺尔·血头曾经见过一些吸血鬼和有智慧的不死生物，甚至还跟对方建立了稳定的合作。
但却从未见过在不发生接触的情况下，就能直接操控别人体内血液的吸血鬼。
毫无疑问，这种凡是拥有这种力量的吸血鬼都起码达到了最低“尊主”的级别。
哪怕是直接暴露在正午阳光照射下，也不会像普通吸血鬼那样灰飞烟灭。
意识到这一点之后，雷诺尔·血头深吸了一口气强迫自己保持冷静，随后单手抚胸略微欠了欠身：“感谢您的提醒，我会尽快搞清楚发生了什么，然后再决定采取怎样的行动。如果不介意的话，能告诉我您和您主人的名讳吗？”
“你可以叫我巴荻，吸血鬼女王巴荻。
至于主人的名号，以你的实力和地位根本不配知道。
还有，以后墓园区是我的地盘。
如果胆敢有影贼再敢靠近，就别怪我用他们的血液和尸体来当做晚餐了。”
说完这句话，巴荻瞬间化作一只巨大的蝙蝠腾空而起，消失在茫茫夜色之中。
而那个受到魅惑控制的刺客，也随着她的渐渐远去而恢复清醒，扑通一声跪在地上开始不受控制的剧烈抖动。
不过雷诺尔·血头已经顾不上去处理这个遭到魅惑而攻击同伴的手下，立马返回影贼公会总部所在的大楼，派出大量人手去调查和收集情报。
大概几个小时过后，一份份资料就出现在办公桌上。
当看到阿斯卡特拉城内，乃至整个安姆地区供奉希瑞克的神殿和祭坛，全部被来历不明的神秘势力捣毁，超过上千名狂热的死硬分子遭到残酷处决，他终于意识到这次事件要远比自己想象中的还要严重。
不仅是安姆！ 南方的卡林衫，北方的博德之门、路斯坎，都相继掀起了一场摧毁希瑞克信仰根基的风暴。
一旦发现有谎言王子的教会在秘密活动，立刻便会予以最严厉的打击。
甚至无需进行任何审判，在抓到之后直接原地处死，同时没收其名下所有财产。
由于散提尔堡尚处于一片混乱之中，因此外界暂时还不知道在那边究竟发生了什么，更不知道希瑞克向诸神正式宣战的事情。
但身为影贼高层，雷诺尔·血头已经清醒的认识到，那位不知道为谁效力的吸血鬼女王巴荻说要针对影贼公会展开屠杀并不是在开玩笑，而是真的有可能会发生。
毕竟自从动荡之年结束，希瑞克在神上之神艾欧提拔下成为新神之后，公会内部就有很多野心勃勃的年轻人选择将其作为信仰。
这也就意味着，影贼实际上已经成了安姆最大的希瑞克信徒聚集地。
“该死！麦瓦、阿尔罗斯、萨尔奇、卢兰，想不到一个不注意，公会内部已经有了如此多信奉谎言王子的首领。”
看着手中一连串的名单，雷诺尔·血头终于再也坐不住了。
他明白自己必须在不激起大规模反抗的前提下，一个接一个的除掉这些威胁。
不然的话，原本信奉盗贼之神马斯克的影贼组织，迟早会成为希瑞克这个疯子手中的工具。
可问题是，影贼公会有一套属于自己的规矩。
想要拿下一个下属公会的首领，必须要有对方充足的谋反证据才行。
想到这，雷诺尔·血头突然灵机一动，意识到那些经常在阿斯卡特拉大街小巷穿行的冒险者，也许会是个不错的帮手。
他们不是影贼公会的成员，就算暴露了相互之间也不算撕破脸皮，仍旧有充足的回旋余地。
很快，在雷诺尔·血头暗示下，影贼公会的成员开始频繁出现在酒馆、旅店之类的地方，关注那些看上去既有实力又足够聪明的冒险者小队，然后将其引荐给自家老大认识。
一场暗战就这样悄无声息的在影贼公会内部展开了。
而吸血鬼女王巴荻则带着自己的后裔们翱翔于夜空之中，居高临下欣赏着影贼们的内斗。
时不时还会向那些走投无路、但却很有能力的家伙发出邀请。
吸血鬼及其衍体的数量更是在短时间内就发展到了两三百人的规模。
“这些影贼还真是愚蠢呢，居然这么轻易就上当了。
看来主人还是有点太高估他们。
以我们现在所拥有的力量，只要发动一场战争，最多一两个月的功夫就能彻底将他们摧毁。”
巴荻站在一栋钟楼的顶层，饶有兴致的评价道。
“可问题是，主人并没有给您这样的权限，不是吗？”
黑暗精灵吸血鬼从后边伸出双臂，轻轻抚摸着巴荻裸露出来的平摊小腹，然后一直向下延伸。
吸血鬼女王显然非常享受与这名后裔的亲密，摩擦了一会儿之后才转过身，捏住前者的下巴笑着说道：“主人的确没有给我发动一场战争的权限。
但这并不意味着我不能趁机做点什么，来更进一步削弱影贼公会的势力。
还记得那个叫做麦瓦的家伙吗？ 把他约来墓园区，我要跟他面对面的谈谈。”
“如您所愿，我亲爱的女主人。”
黑暗精灵吸血鬼主动献上一记热吻，随即扭动着胯部以一种充满诱惑的姿势沿着屋顶走到边缘，紧跟着纵身一跃从高处跳了下去。
她前脚刚走没多久，艾瑞尼卡斯便凭空出现在自己姊妹的身边，面无表情询问道：“你这样做真的没问题吗？要知道索斯可不是一个容易被欺骗的人。”
“别担心，我的兄弟。
经过这段时间的相处，我已经赢得了索斯的信任。
像这种小事，只要控制在一定范围，他根本不会过问的。”
巴荻转过身故作高深的解释道。
“那也要谨慎一点。
在北方的博德之门，那个叫做沙洛佛克的巴尔之子已经变得相当强大。
他不仅已经知道了自己的身世，而且还在通过一些不为人知的手段挖掘自身潜力，体内杀戮神性就如同黑暗中的火光一样耀眼。
几天前，我亲眼目睹了他成功将神力附着在双手巨剑上，仅用一击就突破了食人魔法师的全部魔法防护，将其钉死在地上。
那种可怕的力量是任何一种已知魔法和神术都无法做到的。”
在说这番话的时候，艾瑞尼卡斯语气中充满了强烈的忌惮。
因为向来对自身魔法力量有足够自信的他，第一次意识到原来在神力的面前，强大的防护系法术并不一定能够起到百分之百的阻挡效果。
“你的意思是……那个巴尔之子有在一场战斗中杀死你的可能？”
巴荻漏出了惊讶之色。
艾瑞尼卡斯表情严肃的点了下头：“是的。
沙洛佛克将其命名为死神突袭。
虽然他还无法百分之百的掌握，可一旦成功使用出来，包括你我在内可能都会瞬间死亡。
因为那是属于谋杀之神巴尔的力量。
所以我下一个阶段的研究将围绕着巴尔之子展开。
如果能从巴尔之子的灵魂中提取出足够多的神性，我就能将其点燃成为神性火花，从而完成凡人到神的转变。
影贼公会对于博德之门一带的渗透太过于成功，因此你必须在安姆制造足够的麻烦，让他们无法妨碍我的计划。”
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, 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 announcing 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.