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 are 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.
通过使用力场类魔法对其进行肢解、屠杀，左思从中收集到了相当多的数量，并且还用它制作、强化了一些装备。
艾蕾侬跟金吉塔厦到现在都没搞明白，为什么敌人总能在最关键的时刻出现在最要命地方，最终让自己无可奈何收获一场可耻的失败。
由于每一名魔判官都是由烁油挑选出来的最高派系领导者，更是新非瑞克西亚的顶梁柱，所以他们根本没往内部出现叛徒这方面想。
只是单纯觉得敌人肯定掌握了某种能够侦查或预知的魔法手段。
事实上，左思一点也不急着打赢这场战争，然后将整个新非瑞克西亚势力吞噬掉。
刚好相反！
他想要让这场战争多持续一段时间，以便让新烁油从中汲取足够的战争经验、知识与技术，再反过来输入到地狱第九层那边去，为即将到来的新血战打下基础。
毕竟战争是一种很棒的催化剂，可以加快技术进步的速度。
而且新非瑞克西亚生物无论被摧毁多少次，哪怕是只剩下一堆残骸跟烂肉，也能被重新组合到一起，绝对不会有哪怕一丝一毫的浪费。
在重组过程中，那些负责研究和改造的人员会不断进行技术迭代，使后来出现的造物比之前更强大。
其中蓝色魔判官——金吉塔厦的研究能力更是令左思感到叹为观止。
这个拥有科学至上思维方式的疯子不仅制造出了大量内部结构精密复杂的东西，甚至是拥有飞行能力的仿生机械鸟、海龙、巨型鲨鱼、触手水母等充满浓郁科幻色彩的玩意。
还把原本生活在水银海一带拥有极高智商的维多肯人全部完化，变成自己手下的高级研究员和助手，组建了一个庞大且分类齐全的专业团队。
左思很好奇，在自己给予的巨大压力下，对方究竟能搞出怎样有趣且不可思议的技术或者造物。
艾紫培显然并不知道站在面前这个看似人畜无害的年轻人脑子的思想有多么危险，自顾自的继续追问道：“如果有一天秘罗地完全被烁油所侵染没救了，你会选择怎么做？扔下这些难民直接离开，还是与他们一起战斗到最后一刻？”
“抱歉，这种问题我没办法给你一个准确的答案。
因为人是一种十分善变的生物，会根据环境、认知、价值观的偏斜而发生变化。
也许上一秒还决定无论如何要去做的事情，下一秒就会因为某个近乎可笑的原因而放弃。
如果你真想要知道答案，那就不妨在这里坚守到最后，看看我究竟会做出怎样的选择。
另外，你也可以利用这段时间来做些自己想做的事情。
如果我没猜错的话，你应该想要寻找一个理想中完美和谐的社会，然后在里边定居并度过余生，对吧？ 既然如此，那为什么不尝试着亲手创造一个呢？
我可以给提供无限的资源、至高无上的权力，任由你按照自己认为最美好的社会形态来对这座钢铁之城进行改造。”
在说这番话的时候，左思脸上挂着淡淡的微笑，先是凭借出色的语言技巧回避了对方提出的尖锐问题，紧跟着又把这位女性旅法师拖进精心准备好的陷阱。
毫无疑问，他想要把艾紫培束缚在秘罗地一段时间。
“自己亲手创造理想中的完美社会？在一个已经被烁油侵染的世界！”
艾紫培瞳孔猛然间放大、收缩、再放大，以彰显着主人内心之中的不平静。
因为这唤醒了她童年时期那段不堪回首的痛苦记忆，同时也激发了其渴望守护平民的强烈责任感，实在是没办法保持平静。
要知道艾紫培之所以会成为旅法师，原因就是非常小的时候因为故乡遭到非瑞克西亚的入侵，本人成为俘虏后在地牢内承受非人的折磨与虐待，极度痛苦之下点燃了火花。
所以现在看到新非瑞克西亚在秘罗地肆虐，自然会不可避免产生感同身受的痛苦。
事实上在来到这里以前，她已经帮助很多聚集地打退了新非瑞克西亚的进攻，后来在护送一群难民的时候才碰巧知道了钢铁之城的情况。
注视着艾紫培的表情变化，还有那剧烈的情绪起伏，左思摆出一副严肃认真的样子点了点头：“没错。假如你非常非常渴望得到某样东西，那就不要寄希望于别人的施舍。
而是要通过自己的双手去创造和实现。
无论这个过程有多么的艰难，成功的希望有多么渺茫，至少你为此付出过努力。
哪怕失败了也算是对自己有一个交代。
也许秘罗地时空最终难逃沦陷的命运。
但恰恰是如此，才让这一切有了特殊的意义。
这就好像那些明知道最终结果是失败和死亡，但还是拒绝放下武器投降，义无反顾向敌人发起冲锋的士兵。
因为失败和死亡并不可怕。
当一个人丧失了敢于直面困难的勇气，总是下意识想要逃避才是最可怕的。
在阿拉若时空的班特碎片世界，你就是因为缺乏面对失败的勇气，所以才放弃自己的职责选择逃避。
可看看在钢铁之城里那些难民，难道他们不知道正在秘罗地发生的事情意味着什么吗？
不！ 我可以向你保证他们中的绝大多数人都非常清楚。
但这些人却并没有沮丧、自暴自弃，而是以积极乐观的精神面对每一天，并且做好了与这座钢铁之城共存亡的准备。
他们将每一天都当做人生中最后的一天来度过，享受着生命中最美好、最值得回味的部分。
勇气是一种宝贵的品质，更是一曲伟大的赞歌。
亲爱的艾紫培·提瑞，告诉我在你的内心深处还有勇气吗？
愿意站出来领导这座城市里的难民吗？
愿意帮助他们塑造一个自己心目中最完美的社会形态吗？
愿意跟他们并肩作战与残酷命运抗争到最后一刻吗？
哪怕明明知道最后得到的注定只有失败和死亡！”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，艾紫培只感觉胸口有一团熊熊燃烧的火焰呼之欲出，仿佛全身上下的血液都被瞬间点燃了，不假思索的大声回应道：“我愿意！
你是对的！
我不应该奢望别人的施舍，更不应该失去面对失败和死亡的勇气。
谢谢你，我的朋友。
你让我重新找到了人生的意义，还有自己一直在追寻着的东西。”
“不必客气。
从此刻开始，你就是这座城市所有难民的领袖。
还有，把你的剑给我，我会帮你重新锻造让它变得更加坚固锋利。
在锻造完成之前，你就先用这个凑合一下吧。”
说着，左思把自己使用的那柄圣剑递给了对方，同时将【承阳剑】握在手中感受着其中所蕴含的特殊力量。
毫无疑问，这件武器是他目前所接触过所有神器中最特殊的一个。
因为现如今的【承阳剑】既不锋利也不坚固，充其量只能算是一件还说得过去的低级附魔武器。
可问题是，这玩意拥有一项其他任何神器都不具备的能力。
即能够跨越现在所处的空间，直接攻击到神明精神本质所存在的地方，可以简单的理解为存在于物质世界之外某种高维度的亚空间。
也就是说在使用【承阳剑】的时候，无论一个神明降临在凡间的化身或者投影蕴含着怎样强大的神力，都可以直接无视掉去攻击神明隐藏在亚空间的精神本体。
难怪塞洛斯时空的太阳神会千方百计想要杀死艾紫培并摧毁【承阳剑】。
这玩意对于神明这种超凡生物的威胁实在是太大了，大到让他们根本无法忍受的程度。
只可惜，艾紫培现在还没有意识到【承阳剑】有多么宝贵，反倒是对散发着正能量的圣剑充满了喜爱，不断轻轻抚摸着闪烁金色光芒的剑身，忍不住惊呼道：“天呐！你从哪弄到的这柄神剑？我……我握着的时候甚至能够感受到从剑柄传来的欢呼跟雀跃。”
“它是由两把崇尚秩序和善良圣武士所使用武器相融合，然后又加入了一些其他珍贵材料锻造而成。我最初的设想是专门用来克制亡灵跟恶魔，所以内部所蕴含的白色法术力充沛过了头。”左思耸了耸肩膀解释道。
“感谢你的信任，竟然把如此强大的神器交给我使用。我以自己的名誉发誓，这一次绝对不会再逃避，更不会令它蒙羞。”
艾紫培抱着圣剑单膝跪地行了一个标准的班特骑士礼。
在左思的安排下，她很快就作为钢铁之城第一个真正意义上的领导者，在没有任何反对声音的情况下空降上位了。
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)