There is no doubt that the hostility between Zoth and Elminster and the Harpers is not really a conflict between good and evil.
Rather, it is the collision between chaos and order, as well as the worldview and values that extend from it, and the contradiction on the proposition of what is the "correct" way to change the current situation on the continent of Faerun.
In Zuo Si's eyes, this group of idealists who always disobey order, laws and rules are a bit like "knights" who rob the rich to help the poor.
He always maintains a strong sense of personal heroism and does whatever he wants without being restricted by any form of constraints.
Although they did help many people in the North, and crushed the expansion of the Arcane Brotherhood and those ambitious lords more than once.
But without exception, they are typical cases of treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
It is impossible to solve the problem at its root, nor can it truly promote social development and progress. It is just repeating what has been done before over and over again, as if we are stuck in a time loop.
In addition, these harpists have, to a certain extent, hindered the pace of social evolution and development.
If it weren't for their constant disruption and destruction, the North would definitely not be so fragmented today, with hundreds of small towns and countless independent villages, which would have slowly merged into one or several relatively powerful countries through constant wars, conquests and annexations.
From the perspective of civilization development and social progress, the things that the Harpers have done since their establishment can definitely be regarded as "heinous crimes."
This is why Zuo Si disliked and even hated the Harper organization from the beginning to the end.
What's even more outrageous is that some of these druids and rangers will even add the natural balance stuff into it.
When a tribe of goblins, orcs, barbarians, trolls or gnolls is on the verge of extinction, they might provide it with some help, allowing the entire tribe to overcome the difficulties and continue.
Because in the minds of these guys, a certain balance needs to be maintained between civilization and nature, just like the ratio of herbivores to carnivores in forests and wilderness cannot exceed a certain level, otherwise it will cause a serious ecological disaster.
So while they help towns and villages resist monster invasions, they also maintain the number of monsters and beasts nearby, using the latter to limit the expansion of civilization in the North.
To put it simply, it's like a mentally ill person fighting with his left and right hands.
In this respect, it is somewhat similar to the theory of balance of all things in the universe advocated by Mordenkainen.
If the monsters and beasts in the North were not too numerous and the threat too great, the Harpers would have become a rat crossing the street that everyone would chase after with their way of playing.
This also explains why harpists are less welcomed by local governments in more densely populated and economically prosperous areas, and are even defined as unwelcome illegal organizations.
To a large extent, they play the role of destroyers of order and are also a force that hinders social progress and the development of civilization.
But the interesting thing is that these people not only did not realize their mistakes, but instead felt that they were engaged in a great cause that was not understood by "ordinary people", and were even willing to pay the price of their lives for it.
But from the perspective of Elminster and the Harpist, they seek neither fame nor profit, nor do they care about rewards or thanks. They are truly selfless and have a noble character.
Moreover, there is no strict hierarchical system like in other organizations, let alone the so-called "authority".
Each member can make their own judgment and choice and do what they think is right.
How could such a selfless and noble ideal be wrong? In fact, the current situation is just a microcosm of the countless conflicts and contradictions in the continent of Faerun.
It is not like the countries on Earth, where the main differences come from the division of existing resources and interests. It is more like the concepts, values and world views are not on the same channel at all, and they cannot even communicate.
Dull!
Depressed!
It's breathtaking! As a high-ranking assassin who once served Ellen Linville, Fidd obviously knew about the Harper Alliance, and had also heard of the resounding reputation of Elminster, the first chosen one of the Goddess of Magic and the great sage of Shadow Valley.
But she never thought that she would meet the other party in this way.
In particular, the huge pressure brought to the other people around by the head-on confrontation between the new and old Magic Goddess elects made the demon elves feel for the first time what it looked like to be a strong person who could have a decisive influence on the situation in a region.
Although side had any intention of fighting after the brief conflict at the beginning, Fed's palms were neither sweating due to excessive nervousness, and he would often rub them on his clothes or cloak subconsciously.
This is a habit that many killers and assassins have.
If your palms sweat too much, the friction will be greatly reduced, causing slippage when gripping a dagger or short sword.
fortunately!
This silent confrontation did not last long.
After about three to five minutes, after finishing a pack of cigarettes, Elminster was the first to break the silence and asked, "Are you here today just to make this deal with me?"
"No, I have something else to ask you. What does the Harper know about the turmoil that is taking place within the Shadow Thieves Guild?"
Zuo Si did not beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.
The demon elf assassin pricked up his ears the moment he heard these words.
This is not an adjective, but a standard verb.
As we all know, elves' ears are often pointed and long.
After integrating the succubus bloodline, the muscles around the ears of the demon elves are more developed than those of ordinary elves, and they can perform many incredible movements.
For example, contracting muscles to make the earlobes stick tightly to the sides of the scalp, or even hiding them in the hair to conceal one's ancestry and identity.
By the same token, when they need to listen carefully, they can also stand up and stretch their ears to increase the area of the auricle to better collect sound.
"Why should we provide you with information about the Shadow Thief? This is no longer within the scope of the transaction just now! What's more, you brutally killed Gaffrey!"
The elf named Ovis had hatred gleaming in his eyes.
"Yeah, that's not part of the deal.
But the problem is, you seem to have forgotten one thing, that is, your lives are still in my hands.
After all, I have just made it clear that anyone who dares to attack me a second time will die a miserable death.
How about I trade your lives for information about the Shadow Thieves Guild? Or do you think that with Elminster here, everyone can be saved?
Believe me, he can't do that.
If you want to try it, that's fine. I don't mind killing a few more or a few less people anyway."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his left hand wearing an iron glove, and astonishing magical energy began to gather in his palm.
"Stop it! Enough blood has been shed today. There is no need for any more unnecessary killing. Whatever information you want to know about the Shadow Thieves, just ask."
Elminster stepped forward and bluntly stopped the Harpers' meaningless struggle and resistance.
At the same time, he also implicitly admitted that he could not stop Zuo Si from killing people.
This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the confidence of all the Harpists present.
The elf Ovis' eyes widened, totally unable to believe what he heard. His reaction was as disappointed as if a fan had witnessed the collapse of his idol, and his inner faith also showed signs of being shaken.
"See? This is called seeing the big picture. You, a little minion, should learn from this. Don't think about fighting and using violence all the time. How is that different from the demons in the Abyss?"
Zuo Si mocked the self-righteous elf with a slightly contemptuous tone, and then asked himself: "Do you know how Ailan Linville died? Or who assassinated him?"
"Alan Linville died in an assassination attempt.
Although the Shadow Thieves Guild announced that the murderer was a demon-elf assassin named Fed, in fact it was someone else.
As for who this person is, we don't know yet.
But one thing is certain, that is, the murderer worked closely with a red-robed wizard named Edwin."
Elminster gave a very straightforward answer.
"Edwin?!"
When he heard the name, Zuo Si's DNA moved instantly.
But he couldn't figure out why this guy would appear in Amn instead of the more chaotic Baldur's Gate area.
Elminster nodded slightly: "Yes. This red robe wizard seems to have some unknown connection with Maiwa, one of the leaders of the Shadow Thieves' subordinate guild.
Just a few months ago, they worked together through a series of plans and conspiracies to secretly eliminate the leaders of several subordinate guilds, and then disguised them as accidents to support people who were willing to obey their orders.
Now the two of them have controlled almost half of the power of the Shadow Thieves of Amn.
In addition, there is a mysterious force behind Maiwa supporting him in seizing power. "
"Okay, I think I know what's going on, thanks."
After obtaining the information he wanted, Zuo Si immediately turned around and walked out of the Harper's secret base in Askatla without looking back.
Fed obviously wanted to ask for a few more specific details, but in the end he held back and obediently followed behind and left.
During the years she worked for the Shadow Thief, she developed a good habit, which was that when she was confused about the situation, it was best to obey the boss's orders.
After the two men had completely walked away, Elminster took a deep breath and said in a tone that was not easy to question: "Withdraw all our personnel from Amn and Baldur's Gate immediately!"
"What? Are you crazy? If everyone withdraws, how can we collect intelligence and stop the Zhentarim's conspiracy?"
Another high-ranking Harpist exclaimed in disbelief.
"At this point, don't you understand that there is no place for us in these two places?
Soth is not a soft-hearted person.
Since he has determined that we are enemies, he will use various means to suppress us.
As for intelligence gathering, don't worry about it. I will find a way.
As for the Zhentarim's conspiracy...
I don't think Fuzzol Chamberlain and Simonmont would dare to do anything under South's nose."
As he said this, a faint silver light flashed in Elminster's eyes, and it was obvious that he had a plan of his own.
To be exact, he had already made the corresponding preparations.
Whether it is Khelben who breaks away from the Harpers and is establishing his own intelligence organization, Moonstar, or Storm Silverhand who takes over this area, they can take on the responsibility of collecting intelligence.
The main purpose of withdrawing the Harpers from the area was to avoid bloody conflicts like today.
"What about the resistance forces we have contacted in the Dragon Coast and West Heartland?" another Harpist Master asked with a frown.
"Alas - tell these people that the Harper has more important things to do right now, and let them contact Soth directly."
Elminster couldn't help but sighed slightly.
He could sense the frustration and dissatisfaction in the hearts of these harpists, but he could do nothing about it.
What's even more infuriating is that all the efforts made before have now benefited the opponent.
It can be predicted that after defeating the army of Zhentil Keep and expelling its forces, these rebels will inevitably turn to Zuo Si, who can bring peace, stability and prosperity to the region.
This change is almost irreversible.
However, in comparison, Elminster was more worried that Zuo Si's extremely dangerous thoughts would be transmitted to the entire metal dragon clan through those silver dragons, gold dragons, steel dragons, and copper dragons.
This eventually led to a large-scale split among the dragons in the good camp.
You know, when it comes to philosophical ideas, dragons, who have higher IQs, are more likely to be serious and prefer heated debates than humans.
It is under such circumstances that many fallen gold and silver dragons embark on the path of evil.
Of course, Zuo Si knew nothing about Elminster's worries for the time being.
Because he currently only knows of one dragon in the good camp, that is Alustriel's ally, the Golden Dragon Queen Veramaradace.
Therefore, the impression of metal dragons is that they are very curious, like to get to the bottom of everything, show great joy when receiving gifts, are keen on all kinds of debates, and may even be a little greedy.
As for arrogance, that is a common problem of all true dragons, even the stupidest and most beast-like white dragon is no exception.
But overall, good-aligned metallic dragons are more reasonable than chromatic dragons.
Even if they want to take treasure from you, they rarely choose to rob you directly.
Instead, they deliberately reveal some information that interests you, and then hint that it can be exchanged for money or a magical item.
"Where are we going now? Looking for the red-robed wizard named Edwin?"
After leaving the Harper Alliance's building in Askatla, Fed immediately couldn't help but ask.
After learning the clues about the real murderer who killed Ailan Linville, she couldn't wait to find her enemy and cut him into pieces.
Zuo Si smiled and said without turning his head, "Don't be so impatient. Especially for information like this whose authenticity cannot be guaranteed, you need to verify it from multiple sources so as not to be taken advantage of by others."
"Seeking confirmation from multiple sources?"
The demon elf assassin was stunned for a moment.
She really couldn't think of any other organization that could provide more detailed intelligence if the information from the Harpers could not be trusted.
However, Zuo Si did not explain much, but walked around the dock area and came to the door of a slightly shabby house.
As a result, before he could get close, the originally closed door opened by itself, and a familiar female figure walked out from inside, putting one hand on her chest and bowing gracefully.
"Welcome, Lord Soth."
"Why are you here?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Because the woman standing at the door is Clarice, one of Manson's most capable assistants and a person with whom he has a deep connection.
It is said that after Manshoon's death, Clarice took the initiative to join Ximamon's camp and then disappeared from people's sight.
At this moment, this female wizard with a high spellcasting level was wearing an enchanted robe that looked a bit like a dress. She had a humble smile on her face, fully displaying her mature and beautiful charm.
In the room behind her stood three young mages dressed like apprentices, a thief hiding in the shadows, and seven or eight fully armed guards.
It goes without saying that this is the base of the Zhentarim in Athkatla, less than three streets away from the headquarters of the Death Harp Alliance.
What is even more incredible is that for so many years, both sides have known of each other's existence and have been fighting openly and secretly, but they have never attacked each other's nest.
What does love and hate mean?
That's it!
"Ximanmont specially arranged for me to provide services specifically for you and try my best to meet all your requirements."
Clarice deliberately put emphasis on the word "everything".
Unfortunately, Zuo Si ignored this boring hint. He walked into the house and sat down on a chair.
After the door was slammed shut, he asked, "Do you know what happened recently in the Shadow Thieves Guild?"
Clarice answered without hesitation, "Of course. This time the commotion was so big, I think it would be hard not to know.
What's more, targeting the infiltration of Shadow Thieves has always been the main task of our Zhentarim.
Some spies have even become leaders of subordinate guilds.
Whatever you need information on, I can give you the answer right away.”
"Great! Let me give you a brief introduction of the situation."
Zuo Si crossed his hands in front of his chest and assumed a listening attitude.
Clarice didn't waste any words and immediately told everyone all the information she had collected.
Even conflicts within some subordinate guilds and unknown gossip about a certain guild leader being cuckolded by his trusted subordinates are no exception.
Of course, situations like this where one is attacked by a minotaur subordinate are not uncommon within the Shadow Thieves Guild.
Since the nature of their work involves criminal relationships, high-ranking Shadow Thieves usually do not choose to get married, as that would be equivalent to exposing their weaknesses to the other party's sight.
However, considering that they also have physical and emotional needs, they often choose to secretly keep one or several lovers.
In order to ensure the safety of these lovers, he would also arrange one or two of his trusted men to protect the former.
In addition, the guild leader is very busy and has a lot of things to do, and he probably has more than one lover, so it is impossible for them to live together every day.
This also leads to the situation that women who are lovers will naturally transfer their physical and psychological desires to the bodyguards who accompany them every day.
Over time, those with weaker wills will easily be tempted and end up sleeping in the same bed with the person they are protecting.
Normally, if you are not discovered, everything will be fine.
But once the guild leader finds out that his men have cheated on him, the result will be a brutal torture lasting several hours or even days.
It is clear that the Zhentarim are much better than the Harpers in gathering intelligence on Amn.
Some of them were so secretive that she had never even heard of them.
"So... Ailan Linville actually died in the internal strife of the Shadow Thieves Guild? In order to start a rebellion, Maiwa hired Edwin and another assassin to kill the nominal supreme leader, hoping to make everyone nervous.
But what he didn't expect was that Reinol Bloodhead had already prepared a substitute, causing the assassination to fail to produce the expected effect.
It was not without knowledge that Renol Bloodhead deliberately framed Fed as the murderer. It was to stabilize the restless forces within the guild and ensure that Maiwa would not immediately become desperate and launch a large-scale internal rebellion.
Both sides are aware of the situation, but because they were not fully prepared, they both chose to save face. "
Zuo Si stroked his chin and analyzed with a playful look on his face.
I have to say, watching the internal fighting among the Shadow Thieves from an outsider's perspective is really quite interesting.
Especially after learning that Maiwa was a follower of Xirik, he felt more and more that it would be better for him not to intervene easily.
It would be best to watch both sides fight until they are bloody and dying, and then uproot this huge criminal organization entrenched in Amn and the surrounding areas.
There is no doubt that Zuo Si never liked Shadow Thief from the beginning to the end, although he had cooperated with him many times.
Especially recently, with the change in his identity and position, he has gradually developed a murderous intention towards the Shadow Thief.
As the saying goes, the butt determines the head.
In the past, Zuo Si had no intention of ruling Amn, so he often held an indifferent attitude towards the various forces in Askatla.
They are even happy to exploit privileges and legal loopholes to benefit themselves.
This can be seen from the good cooperative relationship he had with various major families in the past.
But ever since he came up with the idea of unifying the west coast of Faerun under the guidance of Shane VII, Zuo Si has been displeased with the big families that monopolize resources and power, as well as organizations such as the Masked Mages Guild and the Shadow Thieves.
Because his mentality has changed from that of a vested interest to that of a ruler.
In the eyes of the rulers, these guys are all targets that need to be severely suppressed or even eliminated.
As a high-ranking official of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, Clarice was clearly aware that Zuo Si was gradually consolidating power and preparing to be crowned King of Amn, so she quickly lowered her voice and added, "This turmoil is not just a problem within the Shadow Thieves, there is also a mysterious force hidden within the cemetery.
But they have done a very good job of keeping secrets, and I don’t know the other party’s true identity yet.
But one thing is certain, this mysterious force is very powerful, enough to make the top leaders of the Shadow Thieves very wary.
It is said that all the leaders of the subordinate guilds who went there to swear allegiance have not shown any signs of switching sides.
This means that they are 100% confident that as long as the mysterious force takes action, Maiwa will definitely win the final victory."
"Haha, the situation is really becoming more and more interesting."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile.
Maybe others don’t know who lives under the cemetery, but how could he not know.
But he didn't expect that the Vampire Queen Badi would use civil strife to destroy the foundation of the Shadow Thieves Guild.
This is much smarter than declaring war directly and then fighting.
"Bullshit! So in the eyes of these high-ups, I am just an insignificant scapegoat and a pathetic victim?"
Fed was obviously broken by the truth. He raised his foot angrily and kicked the wooden table to pieces with a bang.
Especially since Reinol Bloodhead knew clearly that she was innocent, but for the sake of his own interests and power, he chose to put the blame on her without hesitation, which made the demon elf assassin want to cut her throat.
"So, are you still planning to avenge Ailang Linweier?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.
"Of course I will! Whether it's Renoir Bloodhead who wronged me, or Maiwa who planned the assassination, I will make them pay with blood."
The demon elf assassin gritted his teeth and roared unwillingly.
"In that case, follow me back to the Mage Tower. You will not only need a high-level magic leather armor, but also two weapons."
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up and led the way outside.
Clarice bent down without saying a word, as if to see them off respectfully, until the two men disappeared at the end of the street, and then she ordered someone to close the door again.
…
At the same time, far above the sky near the Xingxuan Mountains in the south, two giant red dragons were looking at each other from a distance.
Among them, the Purgatory Red Dragon, whose size far exceeds that of the ancient age group, is undoubtedly Wilmes who has just built a nest here.
The much smaller ancient red dragon opposite her was the most active and destructive mobile scourge in the area - Balagos the Flying Flame.
There is no doubt that after waiting for such a long time, Wilmes finally got his wish and met the opponent with the title of "Dragon King".
Once upon a time, Balagos "Flying Flame" was her idol whom she worshipped and imitated.
But now, this female Purgatory Red Dragon only wants to tear the opponent's throat, swallow the hot blood gushing out of the body, and let her name resound throughout the entire continent of Faerun.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before!"
Balagos "Flying Flame" narrowed his eyes and tested cautiously.
Although he has always been known for his warlike, tyrannical, bloodthirsty and cruel, he often rushes directly into a dragon's lair, kills it and eats it.
But that doesn't mean he's a fool.
Especially with such a huge size difference right now, anyone who is not blind can see it.
And body size happens to be the decisive factor in the civil war between red dragons, without a doubt.
You should know that in the continent of Faerun, an ancient dragon usually grows to between thirty and forty meters, which is already very huge.
But the Wilmes before him had spent two hundred years in Zendikar, a plane filled with giant beasts and with magical energy almost overflowing. With the help of time magic, his body length, including his tail, was already close to 150 meters.
The muscle lines formed through long-term and rigorous training are enough to make any dragon tremble with fear.
It felt like a two-meter-tall strong man walking on the street, and suddenly saw a giant over five meters tall, with muscles comparable to a bodybuilding champion, blocking his way.
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't afraid at all.
Balagos "Flying Flame" was not even sure if he would be torn in half alive if he was caught by the other party accidentally.
"My name is Wilmes! Next I will kill you and take your place as the only Dragon King in the entire south of the West Coast."
Wilmes stated his intentions very straightforwardly.
She knew very well that playing tricks was not her forte, so she simply issued a challenge openly.
"Vilmes? Are you the red dragon that appeared over Zhentil Keep, killed countless followers of the Mad God Cyric, and robbed a lot of wealth?"
Balagos's "Flying Flame" pupils burst out with an orange-red light like magma, and his tone was filled with strong shock.
"Hey! Have you heard of my name, too?"
Wilmes grinned, revealing a set of huge, sharp fangs.
Due to the power of hell, her teeth were not ordinary white, but had countless black spots at the ends.
These spots can allow the teeth to deliver some extra non-lethal toxins when biting, which can cause the target to continuously lose physical attributes, and then become weaker and weaker, until the target dies instantly when its physical attributes drop to zero.
"Why are you looking for trouble with me? I don't remember provoking you."
Balagos "Flying Flame" frowned, flapped its wings lightly and retreated, continuing to maintain a relatively safe distance.
It can be seen that the Dragon King does not want to fight an enemy that is several times larger than himself.
But unfortunately, the mission that Wilmes took over from Zuo Si was to destroy these active and powerful dragons.
What's more, she herself was extremely eager to obtain the title of Dragon King.
Therefore, this red dragon of purgatory simply didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly blessed itself with [Shining Scales], [Sharp Fangs], [Sharp Teeth], [Advanced Wind Wings] and other innate magics that only dragons can master. It rushed straight towards the opponent like a super heavy bomber flying in the air.
Among them, [Shining Scale] provides a deflection force field that resists physical attacks;
[Sharp Fang] and [Sharp Tooth] make natural weapons such as teeth and claws more destructive; [Advanced Wind Wings] can improve the dragon's flying maneuverability.
It is not difficult to see from a few spells that Wilmes' tactics are very simple and crude, which is to rush forward and crush the opponent by relying on his size advantage.
In order to prevent the enemy from escaping, she also released the [Wing Binding Technique] during the charge.
This is also a magic unique to a dragon. Its function is to create a force field net that entangles the target and makes it unable to charge, fly or run.
“Damn it!”
Realizing that Wilmes was not joking and really wanted to kill him, Balagos "Flying Flame" immediately couldn't help but curse under his breath, and immediately tried to release [Remove Magic] to offset the effect of [Wing Binding].
However, what he found unbelievable was that after the [Remove Magic] took effect, the [Wing Binding] was not removed.
Or rather, he actually lost in the magic duel!
You should know that although Balagos prefers close combat in most cases, as an ancient red dragon, his natural spellcasting level is not low, equivalent to a LV20 warlock.
But now, [Dispel Magic] was resisted twice in a row, which could only mean one thing, that is, the opponent's spellcasting level is much higher than his own.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked in shock at Wilmes who was rushing towards him, and the latter's extremely developed and exaggerated muscles. The whole dragon was dumbfounded.
What a joke! A dragon that is obviously inclined to close combat actually has a higher spellcasting level than me?
This feels as outrageous as a tall and strong woman who can lift a barbell weighing hundreds of kilograms as a weapon suddenly telling you that she is actually a legendary wizard or warlock.
Unfortunately, Balagos no longer had time to think too much.
Since there is no way to remove the effect of [Wing Binding], it is too late to run away, so he can only quickly cast himself with the eight-ring [Iron Bones], as well as [Stoneskin], [Shield] and [Acceleration].
After the above strengthening magics were completed, he made a last-ditch effort and cast [Tansen Transformation].
Obviously, due to the huge size difference, Balagos did not think that he could gain any advantage in hand-to-hand combat just by relying on the first few enhancement spells.
At the cost of completely giving up the ability to cast spells, you gain bonuses to strength, agility, and defense, as well as more and stronger combat experience and will.
It has to be said that there is a reason why he became one of the most famous dragon kings in Faerun.
At least when forced into a desperate situation, you have the courage to fight to the death.
In the blink of an eye, the two red dragons collided with each other.
BANG! BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With a deafening roar, Balagos was knocked away by Wilmes who was rushing towards him as expected, and fell onto the cliff while flipping in mid-air. Then the two dragons continued to roll, wrestle, and bite each other down the steep slope.
The spectacular and tragic scene was seen clearly by many people several kilometers away.
Because Wilmes deliberately chose a place close to the capital of the Kingdom of Tethyr, Zazespur, as the battlefield so that more people could see him killing Balagos, the city was now in complete chaos.
The Council of Nobles issued an order almost immediately, declaring a state of emergency in the city.
All soldiers canceled their leave and stood on the city walls and arrow towers, ready for battle.
Mages and priests were also gathered together to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
The rulers were undoubtedly well aware that with the destructive power displayed by the two red dragons in the distance, once they flew over, the entire city would probably be reduced to ruins.
But there's nothing I can do.
Even if you know you can't stop it, you still have to fight to the death.
Otherwise, if the common people knew that they paid so much taxes but ended up not having even the most basic security, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.
However, Zaze Sibo's reaction did not have even the slightest impact on the two red dragons fighting bloody battles.
Although their hard scales were strong enough to withstand damage from all non-magical weapons, they were still torn apart by the opponent's magical teeth and claws.
The hot blood, which was enough to easily scale a person to death, was now splashing everywhere as the fight went on, and soon it had ignited most of the mountain.
Whether it was the bushes and weeds on the top of the mountain or the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, thick smoke was now rising.
Along with the thick smoke, there was also a large area of red flames spreading.
"Hahahaha! That's right! That's it! Come on! Let's fight to our heart's content! Show me your power as the Dragon King!"
Wilmes was obviously getting excited and laughing wildly like a madman, while swallowing the flesh and blood he had just torn off the opponent.
The way he showed no fear of pain at all showed that he had entered the violent mode.
In the two hundred years she'd spent on the plane of Zendikar with the aid of time magic, she'd apparently gained some barbarian class levels.
"Get away! You lunatic!"
Balagos tried desperately to break free and avoid this lose-lose situation.
Because he knew that the other party was bigger than him, had stronger vitality than him, and had Purgatory bloodline.
If you keep wasting time like this, you will be the one who will die in the end.
It's a pity that Wilmes' power was so great that even though he cast so many strengthening magic spells, he was still far inferior in the end.
The dragon wings flapped down several times, and the opponent did not even show the slightest intention of retreating, except for some minor injuries to his nose, mouth and eyes.
On the contrary, every time Wilmes's dragon wings hit Balagos, he felt like he was hit on the head by a hammer.
"Mad? Isn't that the word people use to describe you?
I am paying tribute to you!
Is the great Balagos just a coward who only bullies the weak and fears the strong? Show your cruelty, tyranny, and bloodlust with which you killed other dragons! Don't try to run away like a coward! "
Wilmes suddenly opened his mouth, bit the opponent's neck where it connected to the body, and then shook his head violently like a mad dog.
It was a move she had learned while battling hydras on the plane of Zendikar.
Doing so can rip the wound wide open, causing the target to bleed out quickly and lose consciousness.
Especially when dealing with prey that is much smaller than itself, it can shake the opponent until it is dizzy and loses the ability to resist.
There is no doubt that compared with the current size of Vermes, Balagos is just a tiny guy.
As a result, the latter was unsurprisingly unable to exert any strength due to this crazy shaking, and a large amount of bright red dragon blood gushed out like a spring.
However, this time it did not spray everywhere. Instead, it quickly gathered into a ball under the control of an invisible force and flew to the mountainside not far away.
"Tsk tsk, this is a small bottle of ancient red dragon blood that costs hundreds or even thousands of gold coins. We must not waste it."
As he spoke, Ximanmeng walked out from the shadows and sealed the dragon blood in several transparent glass containers.
After doing all this, he picked up a small bottle, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. A blush appeared on his pale face and his whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
"You actually like drinking dragon blood?"
The "Filial Dragon" Kurremos, who maintained his humanoid form, showed an expression of disbelief.
You should know that the blood of red dragons, especially ancient red dragons, often contains unimaginable power of the fire element.
This stuff is not something that vampires can drink casually.
An ordinary vampire would be instantly ignited from the inside out after drinking two drops, turning into a large torch until it was completely burned out and turned into a pile of dust.
"Hehe, don't be so surprised.
Don't forget that before I became a vampire, I was a great wizard who mastered the nine-ring magic.
Although the blood of the ancient red dragon is dangerous, it contains enormous power.
As long as I use some methods to avoid direct contact with it and slowly digest and absorb it, I can complete my transformation and become a special vampire form that has never been seen before."
Ximanmeng licked his lips with satisfaction.
Obviously, the reason why the two of them appeared here was to witness the battle between Wilmes and Balagas with their own eyes to ensure that the whole process was foolproof.
Especially Kurremos, who was also strengthened by time magic, had already tested the power he currently possessed, so he had no doubt about Wilmes' victory.
In his opinion, the Dragon King Balagos could not be compared with Ivyklathagra "Sharptooth" who died at the hands of Zuo Si.
My future goal should be to be like the "Doomsday Crawler" Dorgothos, the "Dragon of the Gods" Tchassar, or a strong man like the Golden Dragon King who stands at the top of the dragon ecology.
(End of this chapter)
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