This is a world similar to the ancient Egyptian civilization on Earth. Everywhere you can see golden, towering monuments and pyramids standing in the sun-scorched desert.
The local residents revered the great Pharaoh God and believed that he was kind and compassionate, and that he protected them from the terrible evils and monsters in the desert.
Whenever they have free time, countless people will bring their families to the magnificent temple to offer sacrifices to this supreme being to express their gratitude.
There are only two things that people who live on Amonkhet need to do from the moment they become sensible.
One is to pray devoutly to the Pharaoh, and the other is to focus on training to make oneself the most powerful and perfect warrior, and to regard passing strict and cruel trials as the highest honor, hoping that one day one can respond to the call of the gods, step onto the battlefield, and sacrifice one's insignificant life for them.
As for trivial tasks such as farming, transportation, and various production activities, they were all done by the embalmed mummies.
The dead serve the living, which is the most unique thing about the Amonkhet plane.
Moreover, it has no ruling class, no aristocracy, not even the slightest exploitation or oppression, and even no labor is required.
All living people are believers of the great Pharaoh God and are in a state of absolute equality.
Peace, abundance, wealth, justice, everything in this world seems so beautiful.
But what is the real situation hidden beneath the beautiful appearance?
The truth is that the Supreme God-Pharaoh is the most powerful planeswalker alive today - Nicol Bolas.
This world is one of his lairs that is completely under his 100% control.
Long ago, Nicol Bolas descended upon Amonkhet and slaughtered all the adults in the world, leaving only the children who could be easily manipulated.
Then, through the power of mental magic, he tampered with the memories and history of all minors, portrayed himself as the so-called "Pharaoh God", and secretly built an invincible and powerful army of "Immortals" here.
This is why the only thing the living need to do is to train and then participate in various harsh trials.
When their fighting skills and will be trained to the extreme and their bodies develop to the physiological limit, they will immediately be transformed into "immortals".
To put it simply, it is a special kind of undead creature.
Since their souls are completely preserved, the "Immortals" legion possesses wisdom and thinking ability that other mass-produced undead creatures do not possess, as well as the results of more than ten or twenty years of training in their previous lives.
These powerful undead warriors, painted in gold or dark blue and fully armed, are now neatly lined up in a square deep underground, motionless like statues.
Some of them have been standing here for hundreds of years and are covered with a thick layer of dust.
Nicol Bolas stood on the high platform, gazing at the main force that was about to be used to launch the cross-dimensional "War of the Spark", his eyes revealing an arrogance, coldness, cunningness and cruelty that could not be described in words.
Because in his opinion, with the fragile power of the new generation of planeswalkers, as long as they get the "lock" to limit their spark power that can travel through time and space, a dozen or even dozens of "Eternal" warriors can defeat or even kill them.
Especially after devouring the energy of Alara's time and space, the old dragon has achieved the prerequisite for launching the plan in terms of hard power.
The next thing to do is to get the "door" and "lock".
The former is a great invention born from the magical mechanical time and space - Kaladesh, a device called "Time and Space Bridge" that can connect any two time and space, allowing non-living things to travel freely between them.
With it, the army of the Eternals can march directly from Amonkhet to the Ravnica plane ruled by many guilds, factions, and alliances.
The reason why the "War of the Spark" was launched in Ravnica is because this world is somewhat similar to the "Sigil", the center of the universe where the planet Toril is located.
The common point between the two is that countless people enter or leave the city in various ways at all times.
A large amount of knowledge and ideas from different times and spaces converge here, and ultimately many strange philosophies, values and derivative cultures are born based on different tendencies.
Most importantly, almost all planeswalkers who ignite the spark will visit Ravnica without exception, and some will have deep ties to the local "Ten Guildpact".
Therefore, a head-on attack on Ravnica will almost certainly attract a large number of planeswalkers to join the battle.
Only when enough Sparks had gathered could Nicol Bolas use that powerful spell to restore himself to the state he was in before his Spark transformation.
The latter's "lock" refers to the "Eternal Holy Sun" that can make the spark lose its ability to transmit.
More than 1,300 years ago, one of the good friends of the Spirit Dragon Ugin, a sphinx (a sphinx with extremely high intelligence) who had lived for tens of thousands of years - Azor, created the artifact using his own Planeswalker Spark.
In addition, this Azor is also the founder of the "Azorius Guild" in Ravnica, and the advocate and founder of the birth of the "Ten Guildpact".
Without him, there would be no so-called order and law in Ravnica today, but it would still remain in the era of chaos, barbarism, violence, blood and mutual killing ten thousand years ago.
The two conspired to use the "Eternal Sun" to seal Nicol Bolas in a certain world so that he could no longer pose a threat or damage to the entire multiverse.
But unfortunately, the whole plan was eventually aborted as the old dragon successfully killed Wu Jin in the time and space of Tarkir.
Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly cautious about this thing that could potentially lock him in a certain time and space forever.
He was so cautious that even though he knew the exact information more than 1,300 years ago, he still had no intention of trying to seize it.
Because he was not sure whether this news was a trap set by Wu Jin before his death, luring him to find it, and then using the artifact to turn the entire "Ixalan Plane" into a prison to imprison himself.
But now, with the Planeswalker Spark undergoing a qualitative change that resulted in the loss of god-like power and immortality, Nicol Bolas obviously no longer has many choices.
No matter what means he uses, he must get the "Eternal Holy Sun" to complete the last piece of the puzzle in his huge plan.
Just as the old dragon was supporting his chin with his front paws, thinking about how to use the chess pieces at hand to seize the Eternal Holy Sun, a blinding red light suddenly appeared before his eyes out of nowhere.
Before he could react to what was happening, the latter fell straight from the empty square above his head to the steps with a loud noise.
Bang! The shield made of ether metal collided head-on with the stone steps, creating a hole more than half a meter deep on the spot.
As the dust and debris in the air gradually dissipated, Nicol Bolas could see clearly that the ball of light was none other than Tezzeret, his man who had been sent out to investigate the contamination of Mirrodin by the Glimmer Oil.
As one of the oldest planeswalkers in existence, he was well aware of how powerful the Phyrexian forces led by Yawgmoth were.
Even the ancient planeswalkers who possessed god-like power before the spark metamorphosis had to unite to barely fight against it.
Therefore, the old dragon is extremely vigilant about the sparkling oil that can infect everything, and the new Phyrexian forces that are conquering the entire Mirrodin time and space.
After all, this is one of the very few things that can pose a direct threat to the army of "immortals" under his command.
He didn't want the secret weapon that he had spent so much time creating to eventually become a wedding dress for New Phyrexia.
At this moment, the genius artificer, Tezzeret, looked a little miserable.
Not only was the half of the body that had been transformed with ether metal severely damaged, but the arm was twisted and deformed by the terrifying force to the point where it was almost like a pool of scrap metal. Moreover, the hair and eyebrows were completely burned off by the high temperature, leaving only large areas of charred black marks that were stuck to the skin.
Just by looking at the horrifying degree of carbonization, it was not difficult to tell that he had definitely suffered a terrifying fire or red mana type magic attack before, and even the etherium shield filled with powerful protective magic had been dissolved.
If Tezzeret hadn't activated the spark and escaped at the last moment, he would probably have been a pile of unrecognizable remains.
"Tell me! What happened?" Nicol Bolas demanded, frowning.
"It's...it's Soth! He attacked me! He wanted to kill me!"
There was a tremor in Tezzeret's voice, and his eyes revealed an intense fear.
"Thoth? Why is he in Mirrodin? And why did he attack you? Didn't you make it clear that you were working for me?"
There was a strong sense of doubt in Lao Long's tone.
Because in his impression, Zuo Si should be the kind of person who is profit-driven and very good at changing with the times.
As long as he could give him enough benefits and always remain overwhelmingly powerful, this young planeswalker would not dare to betray him.
In particular, the ability to infiltrate the enemy and gather intelligence on Ugin and Sorin could bring unimaginable advantages in future battles.
Nicol Bolas couldn't understand why Zosi attacked Tezzeret and almost killed him. Was there some unknown conflict between the two? "I'm not sure why he appeared in Mirrodin.
But what is certain is that he set up a laboratory there, gathering refugees while researching the Shining Oil and New Phyrexian creations.
He has a very special girl on his hands who is completely immune to the infection of the Shuo Oil and can also remove the Shuo Oil from the bodies of infected people to a certain extent.
I thought this would be a good experimental material, so I went to ask for it.
Instead of cooperating, he used the most powerful Etherium magic in the Universe of Alara, nearly blasting me into dust.
In addition, this guy has a large amount of gold.
I seriously suspect that the theft of Yijin that caused such unrest before was his doing..."
Tezzeret endured the severe pain from his wounded body and told the truth and his own guesses all at once.
Although he really wanted to spread rumors and make his master feel disgust and hostility towards Zuo Si.
Unfortunately, in front of the old dragon who has a powerful mind-reading ability, doing such little tricks is simply a sign of exhaustion.
Helpless, Tezzeret could only suppress his anger and humiliation and tell the truth.
"A girl who is completely immune to the infection of the oil?"
Nicol Bolas's eyes lit up slightly, and an expression of great surprise appeared on his face.
Tezzeret nodded quickly. "Yes. The girl's name is Melila, and she now lives in the laboratory built by Soth.
I hid in the dark and witnessed with my own eyes her taking out the sparkling oil from an infected person's body, but she herself showed no signs of being infected.
This girl could definitely be a secret weapon against the New Phyrexian forces.
Master, I think you should order Thors to hand her over to you."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Looking at Tezzeret's miserable appearance and his attempt to stir up conflict between him and Zuo Si, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but burst into unbridled laughter.
But soon, he changed his face and scolded in an almost cold and ruthless tone: "You incompetent fool! You were easily defeated by a younger Planeswalker who is much younger than you, and you still have the nerve to escape to me and make trouble?
If you weren't still of some use, I would have crushed you to death like an ant.
Remember, trash, it is natural for the strong to dominate the weak.
If you are not strong enough, don't try to command and dominate someone who is stronger than you by relying on the power of others.
Now that Soth has begun his observation and research in Mirrodin, there is no need for you to stay there.
Now I give you a new task. Go to the Kaladesh plane and steal the time-space bridge back for me during the Inventor's Fair.
If you fail again this time, there is no point in living."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the old dragon suddenly waved his claws to activate a card, releasing a ball of energy that instantly hit Tezzeret's body.
The latter recovered in just two or three seconds.
Not only did the part transformed by ether metal return to its original state, but the severe burns and carbonization marks on the flesh part also disappeared.
Tezzeret obviously didn't dare to disobey the will of his powerful master, so he didn't even pause for a second, and once again activated the spark of the planeswalker and disappeared on the spot.
After he was gone, Nicol Bolas muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Has Thors also begun to notice the special life forms of the fusion of oil and Phyrexia? It seems that he is much smarter than the other pawns I control. At least he understands what the real threat is.
Compared to the Odrachi Titans, which are like scavengers from the Dark Void, the shiny oil left behind by Yawgmoth is the most terrifying thing.
Because no one knows what kind of horrible monster these substances that lose the control of their owners will eventually create.
Once I complete the War of the Spark and regain my strength, the first thing I'll do is destroy all of Mirrodin and strangle New Phyrexia before it's too late.
But before that, let me see how far you can go.”
There is no doubt that the old dragon did not know what Melira meant to Shuoyou.
What she didn't know was that her blood could actually erase the thoughts and spiritual imprint of Yawgmoth in the Shock Oil, and then replace him as the new owner of the Shock Oil.
Otherwise, Nicol Bolas would have rushed to Mirrodin to snatch people.
In the near future, he will pay an extremely painful price for his negligence and carelessness this time.
These huge armies composed of "immortals" will be completely devoured by the new oil and become the weapon in Zuo Si's hand to launch a backstab at the last moment.
At the same time, in the open space far outside the Iron City in Mirrodin.
Zuo Si had already put away the large amount of B-gold he had taken out of his bag earlier, and pretended as if nothing had happened, thus fooling the patrol team that had come from afar to check the situation away.
As for the reason...
It's easy to get away with it by making up an excuse about experimenting with spells or weapons.
Anyway, he has done similar things many times before.
Once, when testing the power of a New Phyrexian self-destruct robot, it even caused an earthquake of at least magnitude 4 or 5 in the surrounding area.
So these refugees have long been accustomed to this.
After confirming that the attack was not launched by Phyrexian war weapons, we quickly got to work on what to do.
Only Elspeth noticed the presence of the spark. After everyone else had gone away, she immediately asked in an uncertain tone, "Did another planeswalker come here just now and had a conflict with you?"
"Yes, that's right. That guy called himself Tezzeret, and wanted to take Melira away for experiments. But don't worry, I believe after this lesson he won't dare to come again."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders as if he was very relaxed.
"Tezzeret? I heard that name in Alara.
He seems to be involved in many conspiracies and wars.
Damn it!
It seems that the mastermind behind the chaos that has plunged Alara into has set his sights on this place again."
Ai Zipei's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword hanging at her waist, and her whole body suddenly entered a state of mental tension.
But Zuo Si raised his hand and smiled, comforting him: "Relax, it's not as scary as you think.
After all, Mirrodin's core had long been infected by the oil, and even the Mercury Sea was completely filled with the oil. The situation couldn't be any worse.
If I were the mastermind behind the Arano plane, I would never choose to do it in Mirrodin.
The reason is very simple.
The effort and reward are not proportional at all.
If nothing unexpected happens, the other party should just come to observe the extent of the infection in this world."
"What about you? Why did you set up a laboratory here, accept so many refugees, and provide them with food, water and protection?" Elspeth asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Isn't this obvious? Research, experiment, and collect rare metals that are worthless in this time and space, but valuable in other time and space, as well as alloys with different properties.
In particular, it is a special metal that is influenced by the sun formed by five different colored mana cores and contains some magical powers.
In addition, the light moths flying in the sky that have not been contaminated by the sparkling oil and contain the purest energy in their bodies are also excellent resources. "
Zuo Si selectively revealed the part of his many purposes that did not need to be hidden.
As for the secondary infection of New Phyrexia and becoming the master of the entire Mirrodin time and space, he would not easily reveal such things to outsiders.
In fact, the only person who knows the plan at present is the Red Demon Judge, Wabasi, who joined the parliament not long ago.
Not only would he go to the depths of the earth every once in a while to check how much the proportion of new oil had increased, but he would also secretly observe the changes in the Silver Golem Kahn.
The attack plans formulated by the White Demon Judge, Ailenon, and the Blue Demon Judge, Jinjitasha, were often delivered to Zuo Si in their entirety before they could be implemented.
The content is so detailed that it covers everything from objectives to attack routes, the composition and number of troops, and the style of front-line commanders, highlighting its rigor.
With this level of intelligence support, if Zuo Si can no longer crush the forces of New Phyrexia, then he can just buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
Especially the elite troops under Jinjitaxia who come from the depths of the Mercury Sea. Their bodies are often covered with a very special metal plating, which has strong magic resistance and immunity.
By using force field magic to dismember and slaughter them, Zuo Si collected a considerable number of them, and also used them to make and strengthen some equipment.
Ailenon and Jinjitaxia still don't understand why the enemy always appears in the most fatal place at the most critical moment, ultimately forcing them to suffer a shameful defeat.
Since each of the Judges was the highest faction leader selected by Shuoyou and was the backbone of New Phyrexia, they did not even think about the possibility of a traitor within the group.
I simply felt that the enemy must have mastered some kind of magical means of detection or prediction.
In fact, Zuo Si was not in a hurry to win the war and then swallow up the entire New Phyrexian force.
Just the opposite!
He wanted to let this war continue for a while longer so that Xin Shuoyou could gain enough war experience, knowledge and technology from it, which could then be fed into the ninth layer of hell to lay the foundation for the upcoming new bloody battle.
After all, war is a great catalyst that can accelerate the rate of technological progress.
Furthermore, no matter how many times a New Phyrexian creature is destroyed, even if only a pile of debris and rotten flesh remains, it can be reassembled together, and there will never be even a trace of waste.
During the reorganization process, those responsible for research and transformation will continuously iterate the technology, making later creations more powerful than before.
Among them, the research ability of the Blue Demon Judge, Jinji Tasha, made Zuo Si amazed.
This madman with a scientific way of thinking has not only created a large number of things with sophisticated and complex internal structures, but also bionic mechanical birds with the ability to fly, sea dragons, giant sharks, tentacle jellyfish and other things full of science fiction colors.
He also completely transformed all the extremely intelligent Vedalken people who originally lived in the Mercury Sea area into senior researchers and assistants under him, forming a large and well-classified professional team.
Zuo Si was very curious about what kind of interesting and incredible technology or creation the other party could come up with under the huge pressure he put on him.
Apparently, Elspeth had no idea how dangerous the thoughts of this seemingly harmless young man standing in front of her were. She continued to ask, "If one day Mirrodin was completely infected by the oil and there was no hope of saving it, what would you do? Abandon these refugees and leave, or fight with them until the last moment?"
"I'm sorry, I can't give you a precise answer to this question.
Because humans are very fickle creatures and will change according to the environment, cognition, and value deviations.
Maybe you decide to do something no matter what in the last second, but give up in the next second for some almost ridiculous reason.
If you really want to know the answer, you might as well stay here until the end and see what choice I will make.
Alternatively, you can use this time to do something you want to do.
If I'm not mistaken, you want to find an ideal perfect and harmonious society and settle down there to spend the rest of your life, right? In that case, why not try to create one yourself?
I can provide you with unlimited resources and supreme power, allowing you to transform this steel city according to the social form you think is best. "
While saying this, Zuo Si had a faint smile on his face. He first avoided the sharp questions raised by the other party with his excellent language skills, and then dragged the female mage into a carefully prepared trap.
No doubt he wanted to keep Elspeth bound to Mirrodin for a while.
"Creating an ideal perfect society with your own hands? In a world that has been infected by the oil!"
Ai Zipei's pupils suddenly expanded, contracted, and then expanded again, revealing the unrest in its owner's heart.
Because this awakened the painful memories of her childhood that she could not bear to recall, and at the same time aroused her strong sense of responsibility to protect civilians, she really couldn't remain calm.
You should know that the reason why Elspeth became a planeswalker was because when she was very young, her hometown was invaded by Phyrexia. After being captured, she suffered inhuman torture and abuse in the dungeon, and the spark was ignited in extreme pain.
So now, seeing New Phyrexia wreaking havoc on Mirrodin, it is natural and inevitable to feel empathy and pain.
In fact, before coming here, she had helped many settlements fight off the attacks of New Phyrexia, and later she happened to learn about the situation in the Iron City while escorting a group of refugees.
Watching the changes in Elspeth's expression and her dramatic emotional ups and downs, Zuo Si nodded in a serious manner: "That's right. If you really, really want something, don't pin your hopes on charity from others.
Instead, you have to create and realize it with your own hands.
No matter how difficult the process is or how slim the hope of success is, at least you have tried your best.
Even if I fail, I can still give an explanation to myself.
Perhaps the plane of Mirrodin will eventually fall.
But it is precisely this that gives all this a special meaning.
This is like those soldiers who know the final outcome is failure and death, but still refuse to lay down their weapons and surrender, and charge towards the enemy without hesitation.
Because failure and death are not terrible.
The most terrifying thing is when a person loses the courage to face difficulties and always subconsciously wants to escape.
In the Bant Fragment world of Alara time and space, you gave up your responsibilities and chose to escape because you lacked the courage to face failure.
But look at those refugees in the Iron City. Don't they know what is happening in Mirrodin?
No! I can assure you that the vast majority of them know full well.
But these people did not become depressed or give up on themselves. Instead, they faced every day with a positive and optimistic spirit and were prepared to live and die with this steel city.
They live every day as if it were their last, enjoying the best and most memorable part of life.
Courage is a precious quality and a great hymn.
Dear Elspeth Tirel, tell me, do you still have courage deep inside of you?
Are you willing to step up and lead the refugees in this city?
Are you willing to help them shape the most perfect society in their minds?
Are you willing to fight alongside them and fight against the cruel fate until the last moment?
Even though I know that the only thing I will get in the end is failure and death!"
As the last word came out of her mouth, Elspeth felt a blazing flame in her chest ready to burst out, as if all the blood in her body was instantly ignited. Without thinking, she responded loudly, "I do!
you are right!
I should not expect charity from others, nor should I lose the courage to face failure and death.
Thank you, my friend.
You made me rediscover the meaning of life and what I have been looking for."
“You’re welcome.
From this moment on, you are the leader of all refugees in this city.
Also, give me your sword and I will help you reforge it to make it stronger and sharper.
You'll have to make do with this until the forging is complete."
As he spoke, Zuo Si handed the holy sword he used to the other party, and at the same time held the [Chengyang Sword] in his hand, feeling the special power contained in it.
There is no doubt that this weapon is the most special of all the artifacts he has come into contact with so far.
Because the current [Chengyang Sword] is neither sharp nor strong, at best it can only be regarded as a passable low-level enchanted weapon.
But the problem is that this thing has an ability that no other artifact has.
That is, it can cross the current space and directly attack the place where the spiritual essence of God exists. It can be simply understood as a certain high-dimensional subspace that exists outside the material world.
That is to say, when using the [Chengyang Sword], no matter how powerful the incarnation or projection of a god that descends to the mortal world is, it can directly ignore and attack the god's spiritual body hidden in the subspace.
No wonder the sun god of Theros would do everything in his power to kill Elspeth and destroy the Sunward Sword.
This thing is too big a threat to supernatural beings like gods, so big that they simply cannot tolerate it.
Unfortunately, Elspeth has not yet realized how precious the [Chengyang Sword] is. Instead, she is full of love for the holy sword that exudes positive energy. She keeps gently stroking the sword body that gleams with golden light, and can't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! Where did you get this holy sword? I... I can even feel the cheers and joy coming from the hilt when I hold it."
"It is forged by combining two weapons used by holy knights who advocate order and goodness, and then adding some other precious materials. My original idea was to use it specifically to restrain the undead and demons, so the white mana contained in it is too abundant." Zuo Si shrugged and explained.
"Thank you for your trust in giving me such a powerful artifact. I swear on my honor that I will never evade it again this time, nor will I bring shame to it."
Elspeth knelt on one knee with the holy sword in her arms and performed a standard Bant knight salute.
Under Zuo Si's arrangement, she was soon parachuted into office as the first true leader of the Steel City without any opposition.
Although this arrangement was a bit sudden for the refugees, considering that they had the endorsement of Zuo Si, the "master" who could provide unlimited necessities of life, everyone quickly accepted it calmly.
The leaders of various races and tribes who were originally responsible for maintaining the operation of the city also breathed a sigh of relief.
Because they no longer needed to rack their brains to figure out Zuo Si's thoughts all day long, for fear of accidentally arousing the wrath of their master, which would result in a lack of food and water.
Instead, he can transfer all decision-making power to Elspeth, and he only needs to focus on executing the orders given by his superiors.
Zuo Si stayed in Mirrodin to observe for two days. After confirming that there would be no problems, he kept his clone in the basement of the laboratory and transferred his consciousness and soul back to the Mage Tower in Askatla.
After waking up, the first thing he did was to release the strengthened Kurremos and Wilmes, pointing to the map of the west coast projected on the wall and said bluntly: "I need you to do something now.
That is to find out the distribution of all dragons, monsters and barbarian tribes in this area covering almost one-fifth of the area of the continent of Faerun.
Then find a way to control it, or expel or eliminate it.
With Baldur's Gate as the dividing line, you will choose who will be in charge of the south and who will be in charge of the north."
"Master, do you mean to give us full authority so that we can play freely?"
Kurremos's eyes sparkled slightly, and he exuded an extremely sinister, cunning and ambitious aura.
When on Zendikar, although only a moment passed for Zuo Si who was casting time magic, for him it felt like two hundred years had passed in a strange time and space full of energy.
Its size has long surpassed that of all ancient dragons.
Whether it is the innate warlock spellcasting level or the wizard spellcasting level, both have crossed the legendary threshold.
Therefore, this crazy Purgatory Brass Dragon has enough confidence to use his own strength and wisdom to create a secret and huge evil organization, and even hide behind the scenes to build a monster empire of his own.
Zuo Si saw through Kurremos's plan at a glance and replied meaningfully: "Except for not attacking the towns, villages and caravans under my control, you can do whatever you want.
But in the same way, if you take the initiative to provoke the Metal Dragon, the Church of Good God, or the Harper Alliance and are eventually besieged, I will not help you, let alone avenge you.
In addition, you must try to eliminate the most powerful Dragon King within your control area in the shortest possible time.
Especially those active and destructive guys, like Balagos the Flame and Scar Klaus.
It doesn't matter whether he kills them with his own hands, or uses those greedy adventurers, or those righteous people.
There is only one result I want, which is the smooth and safe trade routes.
No matter who it is, if they dare to cross this red line, you will kill them in the most brutal way.
How about that, any questions?"
"Hehe! Of course no problem! Please rest assured, Master, I will do this beautifully. In addition, I choose the north because I am more familiar with that area."
Kuerremos was undoubtedly a very smart dragon and immediately understood the role he played - Black Glove.
To put it bluntly, they are the ones who do the dirty work and take the blame.
For example, Zuo Si is pushing for the establishment of a business alliance covering all towns along the West Coast to establish a unified market, currency and tariff system.
If anyone dares to speak out against it or make unreasonable demands at this time, he will need to plunder the town's caravan and send out his monster army to scare the local residents and leaders, forcing them to give up their original interests and quickly sign the agreement in exchange for military assistance and protection provided by the alliance.
"I hope so. Here, this is a mobile terminal for convenient communication. I will give you orders through it in the future. If there is nothing else, you can set off now." Zuo Si waved his hand casually.
Without any nonsense, Kurremos placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, Wilmes couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you want to give that guy so much power? I guarantee that when he controls more than a dozen dragons and has an army of monsters, he will definitely find ways to take revenge on the silver dragon of the Claw of Justice.
If we arouse the anger of a large number of silver and gold dragons, it will be very troublesome to deal with."
"It doesn't matter!"
Zuo Si shrugged nonchalantly and explained, “I just told Kurremos clearly.
No matter what he did, he had to bear all the consequences.
What's more, what do you think the purpose of the black gloves is? They are chips that can be discarded and sacrificed at any time after use.
And it would be even better if he was killed, so that I could obtain a very valuable evil dragon soul.
Maybe we can use this as material to create a brand new species of Purgatory Dragon."
"What about me? You should know that I'm not very good at this kind of intrigue and brain-burning stuff."
Wilmes pointed to his nose and asked again.
"It's not easy. You still know you have no brains."
Zuo Si sneered and teased, but immediately comforted him, "Don't worry, I will let Ximanmeng, the head of the Zhentarim Dark Intelligence Network, contact you later.
He is a smart man, but also very good at scheming.
All you have to do is follow his advice, and with the help of the Zhentarim's vast intelligence network, it should be easy to control the mountains and wilderness south of Baldur's Gate step by step.
Note: if you want to live longer, don't provoke forces that you shouldn't provoke, and don't think about robbing other dragons' treasures all day long.
If you accidentally come into conflict with an organization like the Harper Alliance, it would be best to notify me immediately."
Wilmes nodded thoughtfully: "I see. But what about my treasures? Should we move them to the new nest?"
"As you wish. Also, be careful when dealing with Balagos's flying flames. I don't want to have to collect your corpse and revive it again."
After saying this, Zuo Si also handed a mobile terminal to the Purgatory Red Dragon in front of him.
"Hmph! Just wait and see! I will bring back Balagos Feiyan's body within a month at most."
Wilmes raised his chin proudly, and soon cast a teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.
As these two powerful and evil dragons begin to stir up trouble, it is foreseeable that the entire west coast will soon be plunged into bloodshed.
But this time, the ones who will bleed will no longer be the people living in cities and villages, but the monsters and dragons lurking in the wild...
(End of this chapter)
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