How does it feel to steal things under the nose of a white bear that looks extremely ferocious and has obviously killed dozens of robbers? Just look at the nervous expression on Imon's face and his hands that are shaking slightly uncontrollably.
If she had not been penniless and hungry for several days, and had only eaten half-cooked fish without salt once during this period, she swore that she would never do such a dangerous and crazy thing.
Because from the horrific and hideous wounds on the corpse, it can be seen how dangerous the lazily lying polar bear on the stone is.
Whether it was the places bitten by sharp teeth or the head smashed by claws with brains splattered all over, all of them proved its terrifying power.
Imoen didn't think that the small dagger on his waist or the short bow on his back could pose any threat to a beast of this level.
Although she was not quite sure why polar bears, which are only found in the polar regions, appeared in the relatively warm south of Baldur's Gate.
Maybe it came from the misty mountains further south?
From the visitors to Candlekeep, the girl learned that the Misty Mountains in Amn were home to many creatures that could only be seen in cold regions, such as winter wolves, white dragons, centipede demon insects, ice trolls, and so on.
At this moment, she was extremely grateful that she had developed good stealth skills such as stealth, pickpocketing, and breaking into houses, as well as very sharp senses and reflexes in her usual "battle of wits and courage" with Winthrop, the innkeeper who adopted her.
Otherwise, when walking over, you would accidentally step on the dry branches and make noises, eventually exposing yourself to the attack range of a terrible beast.
Of course, even though he had successfully approached the target, Imoen did not dare to relax at all. He would raise his head and glance at each corpse after touching it.
But soon, the large amount of gold coins and gems obtained by the robbers through looting dazzled the eyes of this inexperienced girl, causing her to relax her vigilance unconsciously and her appetite became bigger and bigger.
She completely forgot that she originally just wanted to steal a few or a dozen gold coins so that after arriving at Friendly Arms, she could go to the local inn to have a hot meal, drink a couple of glasses of wine to relax her mind, and then get a room with a soft bed to take a bath and have a good sleep.
After a while, the belt was filled with heavy money bags.
He even stole a piece of good quality +1 enchanted leather armor from an unknown female thief, intending to replace his own leather armor which was sewn together from tattered leather.
After all, Ai Meng is only a young girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Like most of her peers, she has a serious lack of self-control, and she has some rebellious, greedy and naughty qualities in her character.
Although Winthrop, the innkeeper of Candlekeep, had never treated her badly, he had never given her any pocket money either.
Now that we suddenly see so much wealth, we naturally want to take as much as possible.
As we all know, tragedy often begins when people cannot restrain their greed.
When the pink-haired girl was ready to retreat with money bags hanging all over her body and a piece of leather armor in her hands, she accidentally stepped on a stone hidden in the dense grass, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Bang! Although the thick layer of weeds did not make a loud sound, it was enough to alert animals with keen hearing.
With the power of the Beast King, Artio woke up immediately. He looked at Imoen, who was slumped on the ground and dared not move, with a slightly surprised look, then he stretched leisurely and jumped down from the boulder.
Although it did not show any attacking posture, it was like sounding the alarm for the other two people.
Aberdare, who was hiding in the woods behind, rushed out first and shouted, trying to attract the polar bear's attention so that the girl would have time to escape.
But unfortunately, this trick might work well against ordinary beasts, but it is completely useless against Artio, who has a very high IQ and has been trained by the succubus loli.
The white bear didn't even pay any attention to Aberdare. Instead, it came closer and sniffed her gently with its wet nose, then licked the girl's face with its tongue.
This action instantly frightened Aimon so much that he almost peed his pants. His muscles were tense and stiff. He asked in horror, "Is it... is it tasting the flavor and taste before eating me?"
"Don't move! Don't move! I don't think it's hungry, it's just curious about you. Otherwise it will attack you when it wakes up."
Aberdare approached cautiously with a weapon in hand, and tried to comfort his childhood playmate in the gentlest voice possible.
Perhaps because he had encountered creatures such as ogres, wolves, and wild apes in recent days, his courage and nerves had grown a lot. He did not show any panic, but quickly calmed down and thought about how to escape the current dangerous situation.
"But I'm really scared! If this bear suddenly bites off my neck or crushes my head, could you please go to Askatra and ask Soth to help revive me?
When he left Candlekeep a few years ago, he promised that I could ask him for help no matter what troubles I encountered in the future."
Aimon begged with a sad face, and her voice was obviously trembling.
After all, anyone who is licked on the face and neck by a large, strong polar bear would feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.
Especially the one in front of him, he had killed more than thirty robbers who were blocking the road and robbing people.
The bloody and slightly smelly corpse on the ground was enough to prove how ferocious and powerful it was when it was angry.
"Don't worry, I will never let you die." Aberdare promised solemnly.
Just as the two men and the bear were in a standoff, a shrill scream suddenly broke the silence.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of ape-like creatures, almost the same size as humans and covered with thick hair, rushed out of the dense forest.
With them was a nimble halfling and a human dressed as a wizard.
There is no doubt that the former is the mad ape that is unique to the forests around Baldur's Gate, a highly aggressive and intelligent social monster.
As for individual strength, it is probably not much different from ordinary goblins, perhaps slightly stronger.
If you encounter one or two or three or five of them, any adventurer with some experience or an adult who has received combat training can easily deal with them.
But once it reaches a certain scale, it can cause unimaginable damage to those villages and towns with small populations.
What's more, the difference between these creatures and goblins is that when they see their companions being killed, they don't run away. Instead, they become more violent, bloodthirsty and cruel because of anger.
Aberdare: “???????”
Imoen: “????”
Atio: “????”
This group of sudden intruders instantly confused the two Sons of Bhaal and a white bear.
But the halfling thief and human wizard who were being chased by the wild ape were instantly relieved. The latter immediately shouted for help: "Hey! Can you give me a hand? We are all adventurers and civilized people!"
"Help me? Do you think I can move now?"
Imoen rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Uh - is that bear not a druid or ranger's animal companion but a wild one? Then why is it wearing a collar around its neck?"
The man dressed as a wizard was slightly stunned, and his expression gradually became ugly.
"You ask me? How could I possibly know! You want to find someone to help you, and I want to find someone to help me."
Imoen swallowed nervously, forcing herself to stay calm and not make any moves that might irritate the giant in front of her.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but after the initial panic and nervousness, she suddenly felt that the white bear in front of her didn't seem to have any ill will towards her.
"Damn! The situation seems to be a little more complicated than you thought, isn't it?"
The halfling thief dodged the attacks of the two mad apes in a desperate manner and retreated quickly.
The wizard gnashed his teeth and said in defense: "This is not my fault. Who could have expected such an unexpected situation? Look at that white bear, it is definitely capable of killing us all."
"Ha! Why don't you brag about your magical skills at this time? I remember last time when we were drinking, you boasted that you used Grease Magic and Burning Hands to instantly kill a dozen goblins." The halfling thief sneered sarcastically.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Aberdare finally couldn't help but roared, "Enough! Please take a look at our current situation! If you don't want to die here, you'd better think of a solution quickly."
"What can we do? What can we do now? The only thing we can do is to pray, pray that the bear will stand on our side to attack the ape. Otherwise, this day next year will be our death day!"
While saying this, the human wizard suddenly shot a magic missile from his fingertips with a simple spell, and with a bang, it knocked the rushing ape to the ground.
The half-human thief quickly rushed forward and stabbed the man to make sure he could never get up again.
As the apes' encirclement became smaller and smaller, and they bared their fangs and kept roaring and screaming, Artio finally figured out the situation with his not-so-bright little head.
Especially after confirming that the pink-haired girl and the big human youth were the targets that the master asked it to wait for, the polar bear cub, whose age could not be determined, immediately turned around, let out a deafening roar at the group of apes, and then rushed out like a heavy tank.
The next second...
Bang! An unlucky guy was knocked out more than ten meters away and hit hard on a tree branch. His abdomen was pierced by the sharp part of the front end. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood with a wow sound, and then he swallowed his last breath while wailing in pain.
Before anyone could react to what was happening, Artio stood up using the strength of his hind legs and waved his bear paws left and right like a god of war.
Basically, one slap is enough to smash the head of a mad ape, or use the front claws to cut horrible and fatal wounds on the chest and abdomen, causing the intestines, internal organs and the like to flow out.
The scene was so bloody that Imoen, who had never seen such a sight before, lay on the ground vomiting, his eyes filled with excitement and relief for surviving the disaster.
She was obviously very clear that if she had been slapped just now, she would have become a lifeless corpse now.
In nature, it is a universally acknowledged truth that the bigger the body, the stronger the power. At the same time, an extra-large body also means more tenacious vitality, which can withstand more attacks from enemies.
At this moment, Artio showed his physical advantages to the fullest.
You should know that although it is still a cub less than one year old, with the dual blessings of the power of the Beast King and the legendary druid's natural power, it is already three orders of magnitude larger than its counterparts in the Far North.
In addition, after being transformed by magic, its essence has long been a monster rather than a beast.
So let alone low-level monsters like the Mad Ape that can only be used as cannon fodder, even if you rush into the dark elves holding adamantium weapons, you can kill them all.
Especially the metallic skin hidden under the white fur, ordinary non-magical weapons would not even leave a mark when cutting it.
In just a few minutes, most of the dozens of apes were killed or injured. The rest finally collapsed and lost their fighting consciousness, and turned around and fled into the depths of the dense forest.
"roar!!!!!!!!"
Artio, whose white hair had been dyed red with blood, let out a threatening roar in the direction of the mad ape's escape, then turned around and jumped into the river nearby to clean the blood.
Although it has not been kept by Zuo Si for a long time, it has developed good habits of cleanliness and hygiene, just like other pets kept in the Mage Tower.
When I washed myself clean and climbed up to shake off the water droplets, I suddenly found that the four people who were there just now had disappeared.
moment!
The polar bear cub was dumbfounded.
What about the trust between humans and bears? I just saved you, and this is how you repay me?
Couldn't the world be more sincere and less scheming? Just when it was beginning to feel overwhelmed, it suddenly heard the master's voice in its mind.
"You stupid bear really opened my eyes!
I can't even do such a small thing!
Forget it. It's better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect you.
Give me full control of your body, and I will teach you how to get along with humans."
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored Artio's defense and took over the white bear's body through the control terminal. He quickly reduced its size to a size that could be considered "cute" and "adorable".
Because only in this way will they not be regarded as a threat when entering villages and towns with relatively dense populations.
Just the opposite!
Countless Furui fans will rush up like wolves and tigers to feed or stroke them crazily.
After completing the miniaturization, he immediately used the bear's sense of smell, which was several times more sensitive than that of canines, to quickly lock onto the scent of Imoen and chased after him on his four short legs.
…
At the same time, the four people who took the opportunity to run more than a kilometer away were now sitting in an open space some distance away from the Friendly Arm, breathing heavily.
"Thank goodness! We finally escaped alive!"
Aberdare lay on the ground in an ungraceful manner, sticking out his tongue like a dog, trying to quickly cool down his lungs which were burning after the intense exercise.
The human wizard nodded in agreement: "Yes! That white bear is so scary!
I suspect it may have been blessed and blessed by the natural spirit of this forest.
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself.
My name is Thrall, and the halfling rogue over there is my companion, named Montaro."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Aberdare, and the one next to me is Imoen, my childhood friend and playmate."
The Son of Bhaal responded in a very friendly tone.
Maybe it was because they had experienced a thrilling escape together, or maybe it was due to the teaching of his adoptive father Gorion, but in any case, his upbringing was not too bad.
It's just that many times when we are young and energetic, we can easily be overwhelmed by anger and do impulsive things.
"Hehehe! You don't have to introduce yourself, because we know your name, Son of God."
The short thief Montaro let out a laugh that sounded like a nervous laugh.
"Son of God?"
Aberdare looked puzzled.
But just as he was about to ask more questions, Sal immediately interrupted and said, "Don't worry about it. Montaro is like a lunatic with an abnormal brain. He often makes strange movements and says some incomprehensible words."
"I see. No wonder his laugh is always so creepy."
Aberdare nodded slightly in understanding.
However, he did not notice that Thrall glared at his fellow thief with a very obscure look.
After receiving the warning, Montaro did not say anything else, but spread his hands with an innocent look.
Just as Thrall was about to ask the son of Bhaal to go with him, Imoen, who had been rolling her eyes from exhaustion, finally recovered. She took off the money bags tied to her belt one by one and threw them into the air, cheering excitedly, "We're going to get rich! Dear Aberdare! We're really going to get rich this time! Look at these gold coins, silver coins, and gems. I bet they're worth at least hundreds or even thousands of gold coins in total."
"What? Really?!"
Aberdare's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly got up, picked up the purse and opened it to check. He was soon attracted by the golden and silver light, and couldn't help hugging the girl and kissing her on the head. He praised her generously, "Well done! With this money, we don't have to live in the open anymore. When we get to the Friendly Arm, we will have a big meal, and then see about buying some better weapons and armor, and two buy horses for transportation."
"Yeah! I need a short sword as a weapon, and a more powerful compound bow. It would be best if I could buy some poison that can be applied to arrows and weapons."
Imoen followed suit and expressed his thoughts.
"Potions! Don't forget to buy two bottles of magic potions for healing and other effects as backup." Aberdare added quickly.
The two of them started discussing how to spend the money, not noticing that they were now completely exposed to the sight of many bigwigs behind the scenes.
Among them was Elminster himself, who had already set out from Shadowdale and was on his way, as well as the Harper Alliance, with whom he had a close relationship, and the Zhentarim, who were in direct conflict with the Harper Alliance.
To be precise, Montaro and Sal, who are currently in the team, are spies sent by the Zhentarim.
They report directly to Xi Manmeng, the head of the Dark Intelligence Network.
Zuo Si was controlling the body of his animal companion, standing in the woods in the distance, watching the two Sons of Baal's every move. After a while, he told Artio, "Keep an eye on them. Remember, if you lose them again, I'll cut off your two eggs and force you to be sterilized."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he finally handed control of his body back to the white bear cub.
The latter was obviously frightened by the words "eggs removed". He subconsciously covered his crotch with his two bear paws, not daring to be distracted at all, and stared at the figure in the distance.
After Aberdare, Imon and the others rested for half an hour, they set out again soon, intending to reach Friendly Arms before dark.
But the two Sons of Bhaal did not know that Sharevok had already used the Chamber of Commerce led by his adoptive father to secretly issue a high bounty.
All the towns and villages throughout Baldur's Gate are filled with bounty hunters looking to make a killing.
Among them was a wizard named Tanisin, who had received the news in advance and was lying in ambush in the Friendly Arm waiting for the arrival of his prey.
He believed that with his own strength, he was more than capable of dealing with two rookies, and there was absolutely no chance of failure.
Also anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Son of Bhaal at the Friendly Arms were Jasirah and Khalid.
This half-elf couple has been active in the North in recent years, carrying out orders from the Harper Alliance. They have often had bloody conflicts with the Zhentarim's spies and secret agents, and have made great progress in both strength and experience.
Especially Jasira, who is now a LV9 druid and LV5 warrior, with a total professional level of LV14.
This person can definitely be considered a well-known figure in the continent of Faerun.
If she wants, she can always use her own strength to establish a small or medium-sized organization and become the leader of a force.
"Damn it! How many days has it been? Why hasn't Gorion's adopted son arrived yet?"
There was a gleam of anger in Jasira's eyes, and he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.
"Calm down, dear."
Khalid, who had a stutter, rushed to comfort his wife.
"According to the intelligence that our spies sent us not long ago, no other bodies were found at the scene where Gulion was murdered or in the surrounding woods.
This…this also means that he escaped.
As long as... we wait here patiently, he... he will come to us.
There's no point in being anxious now, so you might as well drink something and take a good rest to recharge your energy.
After all, you haven’t had a good sleep for several days.”
"Gorian was killed! His adopted son's life and death are unknown! How can I sleep?"
Jasira raised his head and revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes.
You have to know that when she first learned the news, her first reaction was shock beyond words, and she even felt that there was something wrong with the intelligence of the Harpist Alliance.
Gorion is a very powerful wizard and a priest of Oghma, the god of knowledge. When he was young, he often went on missions and adventures with Elminster and Khelben, the chosen people of the goddess of magic.
When he broke into the sacrificial ceremony to rescue the Sons of Bhaal who were about to be killed, Gorion killed twenty followers of the evil god by himself, and fought back and forth with several high-level priests of the enemy, successfully buying precious time for the Harpists' rescue operation.
"I... I understand your feelings. I am also sad to hear the news of Gorion's death, but... but we still have the responsibility to find and guide that child. Don't let sadness and hatred blind your eyes." Khalid advised earnestly.
Unfortunately, Jasira didn't hear a word he said. He quickly left the noisy hall and returned to the guest room to be alone.
Not long after she left, a man dressed as a bard came over and stuffed a note into Khalid's hand in a very obscure manner.
The latter knew very well that this was a message from the Harpists, so he opened the letter and took a look without thinking too much. His face instantly lost color and he was so panicked that he almost knocked over the wine glass in his hand.
"This...is this news true?!"
Khalid opened his mouth and asked in an uncertain tone.
The bard nodded solemnly, “It’s true, our people have confirmed it.
Just two or three days ago, Fuzor Chamberlain, the current leader of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, led an army of monsters from the Moon Sea, moved south along the Dragon Bay into Dragon Lake, and launched an attack on several cities on the Dragon Coast.
By the time the news came out, the four coastal port cities including Simon, Tesir, Pros and Irip had all fallen.
They were heading inland along the highway, apparently intending to conquer the entire West Heartland region.
By the way, Zhentil Keep's stronghold in the Sunset Mountains, Darkhold, has also sent troops."
"Oh my God! Is Fuzor Chamberlain crazy? Didn't Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim just suffer heavy losses from Cyric and his crazy followers? Where do they get their troops and equipment supplies?"
Khalid was obviously a little crazy because of this sudden bad news. He took off his helmet and pulled his hair hard.
After all, the situation in the area surrounding Baldur's Gate is already complicated and tense enough.
He simply couldn't imagine how chaotic and dangerous this land would become if Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim did this again.
"I don't know whether Fuzor Chamberlain is crazy or not, but the merchants and dukes of Baldur's Gate are going crazy, and the top leaders of the organization are also going crazy.
Because once Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim control West Heartland, Baldur's Gate will be completely blocked from both land and sea.
They either surrender to the Nelanther Islands and become their subordinates and give up their land trade, or they surrender to the tyrannical god Bane and keep their land trade. It is impossible for them to continue to be independent. "
When saying this, the bard who came to deliver the information revealed a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Then did the Kingdom of Cormyr, on the other side of Dragon Lake, just watch Fuzor Chamberlain launch a large-scale invasion without taking any action?" Khalid asked unwillingly.
In the eyes of many good-minded people in Faerun, Cormyr, the earliest human kingdom, has always been fair, just, and lawful in its approach.
In the year when Zuo Sigang traveled through time, it was the current king of Cormyr, Athan IV, who led his army to expedition to Leatherman, defeated the nomadic army that rushed out from the endless wilderness in the far east, and killed the enemy's supreme commander on the battlefield.
That is why Khalid believed that the Kingdom of Cormyr should never sit idly by and watch such a large-scale military invasion and conquest as Zhentil Keep.
The bard smiled bitterly and shook his head: “Don’t mention it.
The Kingdom of Cormyr is now unable to take care of itself, so how can it have the energy to care about things outside its borders?
For unknown reasons, a large amount of cheap grain flowing out from the neighboring country of Sembia is hitting Cormyr's grain market like crazy.
Countless farmers found that the crops they grew, such as wheat, barley, oats and other beans, not only could not make even a penny of profit, but they even lost money.
Many self-employed farmers who borrowed money to sow seeds and repay their debts after the autumn harvest have now lost everything they have. The number of such farmers is enough to affect the stability of Cormyr's social structure.
In addition, this situation also brought about a series of chain reactions. The nobles who also suffered huge losses also quarreled endlessly over how to make up for their losses.
What's even more terrifying is that some Sambian merchants have begun to infiltrate the Kingdom of Cormyr, and the lunatics of the Dragon Cult have also shown signs of revival, and are active around some cities.
Goblins, bandits, and orcs that had been hiding deep in the mountains and dense forests also appeared near the main roads and wreaked havoc.
So don't expect the Kingdom of Cormyr to stand up for justice this time."
"This... this is really extremely bad news. Now we can only hope... hope that the dukes of Baldur's Gate can temporarily put aside their internal disputes and join forces to fight against the large-scale invasion of Zhentil Keep."
Khalid picked up the cup and drank the amber liquid in it. A bitter smile appeared on his handsome face.
Needless to say, the civil unrest that broke out in the Kingdom of Cormyr this time was actually an economic war launched by Zuo Si and the Amn government in Sembia, which can also be called a food war.
However, compared with the oligarchic ruling class of Sambia who could completely ignore the lives of serfs and even turn them into slaves to make profits, the royal family and nobles of the Kingdom of Cormyr were relatively conscientious and would not let these bankrupt peasants starve to death or sell their children.
But it is also because of this that they will bear a heavy financial burden, rather than a light one like the Sambia government.
No way! No matter what kind of world you are in, being a good person often requires paying a greater and more painful price than being a bad person.
What's more, most of the world's rulers seriously lack research and understanding of the laws governing economic operations, and their ability to defend against many insidious tactics is almost zero.
The most outrageous and magical thing is that in Sambia, which is currently suffering from the serious consequences of the collapse of food prices, the nobles and wealthy businessmen not only did not suffer any losses, but instead opened their bloody mouths wide and frantically devoured the wealth accumulated by the bankrupt civilians with great difficulty, and they all ate until they were fat and bloated.
As a result, Bernard, who was engaged in grain dumping, also became a guest of honor at high-class banquets and dances.
He even became a well-known "good man" for distributing free hot porridge made from crushed corn, barley, oats, beans and other livestock feed to poor people who could not afford food every day.
They make you lose everything, and still ask you to kneel on the ground and cry and say thank you loudly.
Bernard has undoubtedly learned the essence of monopoly and capital operation from Zuo Si, and is enjoying the sense of accomplishment of completely destroying a country through money and trade and then playing with it in the palm of his hand.
In the eyes of this young businessman, the profit-seeking Sambia ruling class was like fattened pigs, and he thought he had made unimaginable profits from it.
Little did they know that they had already put the noose around their own necks.
Now, if the inflow of cheap grain is stopped in a month or so, and the money on hand is used to purchase grain at high prices, the whole of Sembia will instantly fall into an unprecedented famine, and the neighboring Kingdom of Cormyr will also suffer as well.
Zuo Si probably never imagined that the agreement he had reached with the six-member council would play an unexpected additional role at this time.
If it were to be discovered by someone in the future, it would probably become irrefutable evidence of his insidiousness, cunningness and shrewdness.
No matter how we explain it, it's just a coincidence, no one will believe it.
Otherwise, with the Kingdom of Cormyr blocking the way, it would not be easy for the monster army recruited by Fuzor Chamberlain to launch such a large-scale invasion.
Even if he could successfully land and occupy the coastal port cities by surprise attack, he would have to leave a considerable number of troops to guard the rear to prevent Yasan IV from leading his troops directly across the strait to stab him in the ass.
But now, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea does not have to worry about attacks in the rear and can send all his troops out to advance quickly.
Because he had learned through the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network that the Kingdom of Cormyr currently did not have enough financial resources to support a war.
Especially the famous War Mage Corps, which is simply a huge money-burning machine.
Every time they go out, everyone from the king to the aristocratic parliament feels the pain.
Often the materials consumed by a large-scale joint spellcasting could consume one-fifth or even more of the country's tax revenue.
Not to mention the staggering cost of maintaining this mage army, and the extra high fees that need to be paid when they are deployed.
At this moment, Fuzor Chamberlain was standing on the city wall of Avonsol, looking down at this mixed army composed of humans, orcs, hobgoblins, ogres, giants and various monsters escorting the defeated prisoners into prison, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Good! Another clean conquest. The great Bane will be pleased with this."
"Yes! Not only will the God of Tyranny be happy about this, but Soth will also be happy about this.
Because it won't be long before he will become the legitimate ruler of West Heartland and the Dragon Coast with the support of these foolish people who know nothing about the truth.
Compared with simple and crude conquest and enslavement, this is a truly sophisticated method. "
Ximanmeng pursed his lips and said meaningfully.
Since he had a new backer and supporter, he has returned to his previous calm, rational and elegant self.
Moreover, not long ago, he had just gone through an evil magic ritual and upgraded himself to a more advanced vampire form.
Now, even if exposed to sunlight, they will not instantly turn into ashes like ordinary vampires, but will just feel a little uncomfortable.
"It doesn't matter! Anyway, the Dark Lord's Church will take root in this land and gain the faith and respect of countless mortals. That's enough."
Fuzzol Chamberlain pretended to be indifferent.
But deep down, he had already developed a strong jealousy towards Zuo Si.
Especially the [Tyrant's Scepter] in his hand, which can make people obey absolutely, is the artifact he desires most.
Unfortunately, this Bane's chosen one is well aware that in the eyes of the god he serves, his own status and importance are far inferior to that of the other party.
If he were to cause trouble or stir up trouble at this time, he would most likely end up like his good friend Manshoon, being dealt with, or losing control of Zhentil Keep and the church.
As a god of tyranny who emphasizes obedience and order, what Bane hates most is believers and followers going against his will.
"Oh - really? It seems that your mind and tolerance are much broader than I thought."
Ximanmeng bent down and bowed with an almost exaggerated movement.
But to Fuzzol Chamberlain, this sentence sounded quite harsh, more like a mockery.
After all, anyone who has come into contact with this guy knows how arbitrary, domineering, and narrow-minded he is.
But the Tyrant of the Moon Sea did not get angry because of this. Instead, he smiled and asked with interest: "If I remember correctly, you seem to be paying attention to the offspring of Baal, the God of Murder, recently, right?"
Ximanmeng nodded slightly: "That's right. Whether it's Aberdare, whose adoptive father just died, or Sarevok, who has secretly won over a large number of forces and is ambitiously trying to start a war to inherit his father's legacy, they are all within my observation range."
"Sarevok? I think I've heard of this name!"
Fuzzol Chamberlain stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.
“He is the adopted son of Rita, the leader of the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce. He has activated the divinity in his body through some cruel and bloody killings and sacrificial rituals, and even has his own believers.
Even if you meet Sarevok, it will be difficult to gain any advantage.
In addition, if nothing unexpected happens, he will most likely replace Duke Iltan and lead the Baldur's Gate army to fight against you.
Because killing, especially death related to violence, can best inspire and strengthen the power and divinity of Baal, the god of murder.
If I were Sarevok, I would never miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After all, for Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep in the north is too powerful, and it is absolutely unwise to wage war against it.
And in the south, Thoth is in charge of Amn. If Sarevok has any sense left, he will never provoke such a powerful enemy.
So we are the most suitable opponents for him.”
Xi Manmeng is worthy of being the head of the Dark Intelligence Network. He easily explained the direction of development of the entire incident, which seemed very complicated but was actually extremely simple.
Fuzor Chamberlain was obviously also a master of conspiracy and intrigue. He immediately noticed something from these words and raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you think that Soth, who asked me to launch the invasion at this time, had already discovered this son of Baal named Sarevok, so he planned to kill two birds with one stone?"
Ximamon grinned and replied, "Ah! Have you finally realized it? It seems to me that whether it is you leading the army of Zhentil Keep to launch a full-scale invasion, or using Sarevok to continue to weaken the political and military power of Baldur's Gate, or the Trade Alliance that is in full swing to absorb members.
In essence, they are all part of Lord Soth's huge and meticulous plan.
In addition, he also placed two key chess pieces in some unknown places.
After this war is over, the west coast, which occupies one-fifth or even more of the land in the continent of Faerun, will completely become the property of Lord Soth.
Perhaps he has some other more hidden purposes behind this.
So I sincerely advise you not to do those little tricks, otherwise the consequences may be very serious.
in addition--
My dear mentor Mansong is here.
He must be here to see you..."
After hearing the last two sentences, Fuzor Chamberlain's face suddenly turned a little ugly. He turned his head with a very stiff movement, and sure enough, he saw the last surviving Manson clone running towards him from a distance with a red face. Without saying a word, he gave him a warm hug, and one of its hands grabbed his butt from behind.
Xi Manmeng bowed gracefully with a playful smile on his face, then quickly turned around and left without even stopping for a second.
Because he knew that some rather shocking scenes might happen next.
In order to prevent Fuzzol Chamberlain from getting angry, it is better to avoid him a little.
(End of this chapter)
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