Balagos "Flying Flame" is undoubtedly a crazy, cruel, and tyrannical red dragon, more evil than most chromatic dragons, who loves killing and destruction.
In the records of Amn alone, he launched attacks on towns more than a hundred times.
The worst even made it past Athkatla's defenses, descending directly into the center of the city, destroying a scholar's house and devouring the scholar himself.
As for the reason, it is said that it might be because the paper published by that scholar revealed that Balagos suffered from a very rare mental illness unique to dragons - insomnia.
It is this disease that makes him much more diligent, active and energetic than other of his kind, instead of staying in the nest and sleeping all day.
In addition, Balagos also likes to use public executions to promote his reputation and make more mortals fear and respect him.
For example, slowly landing on the ruins created by one's own hands with a majestic posture, or dropping a mutilated corpse from a high altitude into a crowded area.
In addition, anyone who has ever provoked or offended him will inevitably be subjected to crazy revenge.
If the enemy is too powerful, Balagos will choose to attack the opponent's weaknesses, such as killing spouses, friends, and relatives, and destroying homes and towns.
In short, this ancient red dragon can be said to be a very typical evil dragon. It will never allow anyone to go against or resist its will, otherwise the only outcome will be death.
The reason why he is so famous is because he is too active and has caused great threats and damage to the entire Am and surrounding areas.
This is completely different from the situation where Ivykola Sagran "Sharp Teeth" only came out to act for nearly a hundred years after destroying the Shane Empire, and its main purpose was to collect taxes.
His title of Dragon King was based on countless killings and destruction.
The dragons that were stronger than Balagos were not as active as he was, and the younger dragons that were more active than this guy were far less powerful than him.
Coupled with his vengeful character and unscrupulous style of doing things, he had become a huge security risk to the newly established trade alliance, which was why he was targeted by Zuo Si and regarded as an object that must be eliminated.
At this moment, this ancient red dragon, who once thought he could rule the entire dragon clan through brutal means and then lead them to destroy all cities and civilizations, leaving only the weak and submissive races as food, tasted for the first time what it felt like for those of his kind who had been crushed by his size advantage.
So frustrating!
Powerless!
No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get free!
At this moment, Wilmes was like a "weird aunt" with big arms and muscles, pressing the "little boy" Balagas to the ground and beating him repeatedly.
Perhaps at the beginning, he could still fight back with the help of the added protection and strengthening spells.
At least with the resistance of [Iron Bones], [Stoneskin], and [Shield], plus the advantages brought by [Tamsen Transformation] and [Acceleration], the damage suffered by both sides can be said to be almost the same.
But the problem is that as time goes by, the shortest-lasting [Acceleration Spell] will soon run out.
After all, this transformation magic only adds six seconds for each additional casting level.
Even if calculated according to LV20, it is only 120 seconds, which is about two minutes.
Along with the [Acceleration], the [Tansen Transformation] also disappeared.
The duration of this transmutation magic also increases by six seconds for each spell level, which adds up to just over two minutes.
If the disappearance of [Acceleration] only slowed down Balagos' movement speed, attack frequency and reaction, then the disappearance of [Tansen Transformation] completely made him lose his last support in close combat.
Apart from anything else, the sudden reduction of four points in strength, constitution and agility attributes is extremely fatal.
You have to know that he was far behind Wilmes, who was nearly three times his size, in terms of strength and physique, and now he was suppressed and had no power to fight back.
Not to mention that what disappeared along with it were the vast amount of hand-to-hand combat skills that had been infused into the brain, the endurance for pain, and the cold-blooded thinking that was like a fighting machine.
In comparison, the advantage of being able to recast the spell after removing [Tamsyn Transformation] is basically negligible.
Because Balagos is actually the same as Wilmes in nature, both of them are warrior dragons who prefer to use fangs, claws and fire-breathing weapons.
He was very skilled at using techniques like cleave, flying attack, hover, improved initiative, delayed spit, multiple attacks, power attack, ingestion, flip, etc.
Among them, swooping down from the sky and accurately spitting out powerful high-temperature flames at the moment of high-speed movement can be called a "unique skill", which also earned it the title of "Flying Flame".
But you have to mention the spellcasting skills...
I'm sorry, but Balagos is really not very good at that.
Don't underestimate him because he has a natural LV20 warlock spellcasting level, but in fact he doesn't even have a decent super magic skill.
This meant that during fierce melee, it was impossible to imitate Ivyklathasagran's "Sharp Teeth" and use techniques such as instant spell casting. One could only seize the opportunity to release one or two low-level spells that did not require chanting too many spells or performing complex casting movements.
This kind of spell is probably not even enough to tickle Wilmes, who is nearly 150 meters long and has explosive muscles all over his body.
Therefore, Balagos can only use spells like [Giant Transformation], [Bull's Strength], [Cat's Grace] and so on to strengthen himself.
As for his most skilled flame breath, it is completely useless against his kind who are immune to fire damage.
The two red dragons fought from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground, performing a "Dragon King Battle" under the gaze of countless eyes.
The flames they unintentionally spewed out during the battle had already caused the mountains and forests within a radius of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers to begin to burn violently.
The animals and various monster tribes screamed and turned into ashes in the sea of fire.
Whether it was the rulers and wizards in the city of Zazesipo, or other dragons, ogre mages, and some creatures with relatively high intelligence living near the Vortex Mountains, they were all hiding in the dark and watching closely what was happening.
Those nosy silver dragons, or the righteous golden dragons, now dare not make even the slightest sound.
Because these dragons knew that no matter whether Balagas or Wilmes won the final victory, their situation would not change at all.
At best, it is just the exchange of one tyrant for another, more powerful tyrant.
But what they didn't know was that their secret observation behavior had already been captured by Kurremos and Ximanmon, and the locations of the nests were recorded one by one.
These two old bastards will not easily let go of the opportunity to count how many dragons and other high-level magical creatures live in the Star-Swirl Mountains.
Especially Kurremos, who left magical marks near some dragon nests, and no one knows what he is planning.
Of course, Wilmes didn't care about his little actions and was too lazy to pay attention to them.
The latter's mind is now filled with thoughts of how to tear Balagos into pieces alive while preventing him from escaping.
At this moment, the Purgatory Red Dragon has bitten off the latter's wings from its body and blinded one of its eyes with its claws.
If it weren't for the use of an unknown healing item, Balagos would probably be lying on the ground like a corpse.
"You're finished! Feiyan! In a few minutes at most, I will take away everything that originally belonged to you! I will be the undisputed Dragon King from Baldur's Gate to Amn and then to the Tethyr region!"
Wilmes opened his blood-stained mouth and declared victory.
Although she was also seriously injured, the scales in some parts of her body were almost peeled off in the battle, and blood kept flowing down the wounds.
But at this time, the advantages of rigorously trained muscles in terms of impact resistance are reflected.
Balagos's bites and claws could cause fatal damage to other dragons, but in front of Wilmes, at best they could only scratch the scales and leave a bite mark or scratch mark on the taut muscles, which was far from damaging the internal organs and blood vessels and arteries.
In addition, the latter is larger in size and can withstand more attacks, so the outcome of the battle is determined from the moment the two sides become entangled.
"I give up! Let me go! I am willing to give you all the treasures, names and servants I have, and even submit to you."
Balagos endured the severe pain coming from every corner of his body, and finally he could no longer maintain his usual proud attitude.
He was too weak, so weak that he had no strength to fight back.
The chest was torn open and constantly gushing blood, and you could even see the huge beating heart inside.
As one of the most famous tyrants in Faerun, Balagos knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die, and there was not even the slightest hope of winning by chance.
In addition, he also wanted to figure out what was going on with the red dragon of purgatory in front of him.
Why does he have such an unreasonable huge body and an indescribable innate ability to cast spells? "Treasure? Submission?"
Wilmes' eyes lit up instantly and he was obviously moved.
After all, she left Zuo Si's Mage Tower and set up her own business, and one of her most important goals was to gain more wealth.
Moreover, making a once famous old Dragon King submit to him can also bring him an indescribable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
Seeing that the other party stopped attacking, Balagos immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly added: "I have a sub-artifact [Mithril Chain of Sorrow] that can help you capture and tame other dragons to serve you.
I myself have used this sub-artifact to tame many teenage dragons.
Now there is a young brown dragon and a black dragon who are faithfully fulfilling the duty of guarding my nest.
In addition, I can also provide an incredibly powerful [Flame Scepter of Darkness Onaga].
It can release magic like meteor burst, delayed burst fireball, flame meteor shower, fire wall, fireball, and flame manipulation.
As for other lower-level magic items, there are even more.
I promise you will not be disappointed with these treasures."
In the continent of Faerun, there has always been a saying that to judge whether a greedy red dragon has truly surrendered, one just needs to see whether it is willing to give up the treasures it has collected over the years.
It was obvious that Balagos had been defeated to this point and no longer had any thoughts of revenge.
There is only one thing he wants to do now, and that is to save his own life.
"Tsk, tsk, what a tempting proposal."
There was naked and undisguised greed flashing in Wilmes' pupils, and he licked his lips with his tongue.
But the next second...
She suddenly stretched out her claws without warning, and pressed the other's head against the huge rock that had been burned red on the ground. She said with a grin, "Unfortunately, I can only refuse! Because Thors clearly emphasized that guys like you and Klaus must die."
"What?! Soth? The chosen one of the goddess of magic and the goddess of poison and disease? A powerful red dragon of purgatory like you actually has to obey him?"
Balagos' eyes widened in horror, and he struggled desperately to break free from the other party's control.
"Humph! A frog in a well like you who only knows how to bully the weak has no idea how powerful and terrifying Soth is.
If he wanted to, killing you wouldn't be any harder than crushing a bedbug.
So just go and die, and I will slowly find out the treasures you left behind one by one.
From now on, the title of Dragon King that belongs to you belongs to me."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Wilmes opened his bloody mouth and bit down hard.
"No!!!!!!!!!!"
Driven by his survival instinct, Balagos finally broke through his own limit and completed the rapid casting in a very strange posture.
moment!
A giant claw nearly three meters long and covered in black appeared out of nowhere and smashed hard into Wilmes' head, knocking him off his original trajectory.
"Is this... the unique evocation spell [Suffocating Claws] invented by Elminster?"
Ximanmeng showed an expression of incredible shock.
As the controller of the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network and Manshoon's most proud disciple, he is well aware of the powers of several chosen people of the Goddess of Magic.
Especially the signature spells they each invented, which have long been deeply memorized in their minds.
This five-ring magic is called [Suffocating Claws], and its essence is a transformation and supplement to Bigby's Big Hand series of magic.
Unlike the former which only exists in the form of a transparent force field, the black hand in front of him is real and can withstand all kinds of damage like a normal creature (although most attack spells have no effect), and can be destroyed by disintegration and dispel magic.
In addition, the level of the caster and the corresponding main casting attribute (intelligence for wizards and charm for warlocks) can further strengthen the palm to a certain extent.
"Interesting! This is so interesting!
Dear Ximamon, I suddenly feel that it seems a bit wasteful to let Balagos die like this.
Maybe...
We should squeeze out his surplus value a little bit.
What do you think?
There was a sinister and cunning gleam in Kurremos' eyes.
Ximanmeng nodded without hesitation: "I totally agree. But you have to ask Lady Wilmes for her opinion first. You know, this is her territory, and she doesn't like anyone interfering in her battle."
"Haha, you are as cautious as ever."
Kurremos glanced at the other party, and then walked out in his current humanoid form. He first shot out a dazzling green light, used the dimensional anchor to stop Balagos's attempt to escape with teleportation magic, and then used a crushing palm to knock "Flying Flame" down from the hillside more than ten meters high and pressed it to the ground.
"Asshole! What are you doing? How dare you interfere with my fight!"
Wilmes, who had come to his senses, became instantly furious, exuding an extremely violent and dangerous aura from his entire body.
But Kuerremos put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, explaining nonchalantly: "Great Wilmes, please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of interfering with your pursuit of the title of Dragon King. I just think that killing this guy directly would be too easy for him."
"What's the meaning?"
Wilmes blinked in confusion, his brain's shortcomings being fully revealed.
"I mean, don't you think Balagos should be tortured before he is killed?
For example, ask him how many nests he has and where he hides his treasure.
After getting the truth, they will drain all the blood from its body, then skin it, remove its bones and pack it up to sell to wealthy wizards.
Of course, I personally recommend imprisoning it and bleeding it continuously.
You should know that the blood of the ancient red dragon has always been a priceless good thing in the magic material market, which can bring in a steady stream of gold coin income.
It doesn't matter if you are not good at this, Xi Mameng and I will be happy to do it for you.
After all, we are all serving our master now, isn't it natural for us to help each other?"
Kurremos made full use of his advantage in eloquence and described his intention to dig out more magical knowledge and intelligence as being for the other party's benefit.
When it comes to scheming and scheming, ten Vermes put together are no match for this evil brass dragon.
Finally, after repeatedly considering the pros and cons, Wilmes said, "I can hand Balagos over to you, but he and his treasure belong to me. Don't even think about taking a penny from me."
"Of course! We have no objection to this."
Having achieved his goal effortlessly, the corners of Kurremos' mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
Every time he crushes Wilmes in terms of IQ, he gets a strong sense of pleasure and satisfaction.
With the new agreement reached, Balagos was soon dragged into a nearby cave like a dead dog.
After about ten minutes, blood-curdling screams and heart-wrenching wails were heard from inside.
No one knows what exactly happened.
But the dragons and other intelligent creatures living in the Vortex Mountains know one thing: Balagos is doomed.
From now on, the new Dragon King who calls himself Vermes will rule this area.
A few smarter tribes such as barbarians, orcs, goblins, and gnolls have begun to consider how to hold on to this thick and strong thigh.
Others began to count their possessions, taking out all the stolen items such as gems, gold, silver, artworks, and fine arts, wiped them, and looked for opportunities to offer them up.
The nearest human city, Zazesipo, was in turmoil at this moment.
Mages and scholars are arguing fiercely about where this infernal red dragon named Vermes came from, what it has done, what its personality is like, why it is so huge, etc.
Don't think it's funny!
This is the most real reaction of many towns and villages in the continent of Faerun when facing the powerful red dragon.
Normally, most cities would rather maintain peace by paying tribute than take the huge risk of going to war.
Some areas even impose a tax called "dragon tax" on civilians. As the name suggests, it is specifically used to offer tribute to dragons.
I guess Wilmes would roll on the ground with joy after hearing the news.
After all, Zuo Si forbad her to plunder towns and caravans, but he did not forbid her from accepting benefits that others offered to her.
If the other party gives enough, she doesn't even mind acting as the other party's umbrella, or providing some extra help during wartime.
If there is anything that Wilmes has learned during his years with Zuo Si, it is undoubtedly the various and endless "legal" ways of making money.
As for the red dragon's pride and dignity, they had long been thrown into the sewer and flushed away.
How much is pride worth?
How much is dignity worth?
This guy has even made up his mind that once his reputation as the Dragon King spreads, he will sell the Revenge Agreement in various cities in the south.
Anyone who paid a yearly fee would be personally responsible for avenging attacks by monsters, wild beasts, and bandits.
…
Zuo Si still does not know about the battle between Wilmes and Balagos' "Flying Flame" for the time being.
After two or three days of hard work, he was standing at the edge of the training ground in the Mage Tower, watching the training between the demon elf assassin Fed and Atona.
It has to be said that the assassin profession is not very good at frontal combat.
Although Fed's frontal combat capability is considered strong among assassins, and he also has certain warrior skills, he is still suppressed by the succubus loli who is only about two-thirds of his height, and looks extremely embarrassed.
The first to fourth level spells she mastered were completely ineffective under the suppression of the divine spells of the special profession of the Knight of Truth.
After a short while, Atona swung her whip and hit the ankle with a snap, then pulled it back with force, dragging the demon elf assassin in front of her and swinging the beheading giant sword against the opponent's neck.
"You lost again!"
A faint smile appeared on the delicate and beautiful face of the succubus loli, and she immediately put away her weapons, especially the flaming whip that had severely burned her ankle.
"Damn it! Isn't there a single normal person in this tower? You all may not be very old, but you are all as strong as monsters. No, that's not right, you are just a bunch of little monsters."
While Fed was complaining wildly, he sat on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, grimacing as he touched the severe burns near his ankle.
Just now, she had a fight with Fangus and other little wolves, and the result was the same as now, with neither of them being able to fight back.
Without using deadly poison, it would be difficult to even hold on for more than three minutes.
"Haha, what's wrong? Has your self-esteem and confidence been hit? I've said it before, in terms of combat power, you can't even be ranked among my men."
Zuo Si smiled and teased, quickly releasing the healing spell and gently pressing his fingers on the ankle of the demon elf assassin.
When the white light flashed, the marks of severe burns disappeared completely, leaving only a large area of white, smooth and delicate skin, and a black tattoo that looked like it was engraved on the skin.
"Then why did you take me in? Is it because you are attracted by my beauty?" Fed asked in an uncertain tone.
Although the reputation of the Demonic Elves is not very good, since they are a hybrid of succubus and elves, their overall appearance and body shape are relatively in line with human aesthetic standards.
In addition, magic patterns, horns, tails and other things can bring some otherworldly charm, so it is not surprising that they will increase some people's XP.
After all, in this magical land of Faerun, there are dwarves who like to drive big trucks to find female barbarians, there are strong orcs who are interested in legal loli halfling women, and there are even mages who fall in love with the golems they created.
It's not surprising to see humanoids with some demonic or infernal blood.
In fact, there are special shops in Askatla that provide services for those who have unique XP.
Zuo Si rolled his eyes in annoyance: "You? Beauty? Stop it. How can you be associated with the word beauty? If I were interested in beauty, I could summon hundreds of succubi and lust demons to satisfy my desires at any time."
"Why is that? You should at least let me know my value and role, right?"
Feder became visibly confused.
Because the education we received in our childhood emphasized more than once that waste does not deserve to live.
So she has been trying to be a valuable person to avoid being treated like garbage.
"Because your soul is very interesting. Very, very interesting."
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up and made a gesture to the natural god servant beside him.
The latter understood what he meant, and immediately came over, bowed slightly and asked: "Master, do you have any instructions?"
"In the next few days, you will personally develop a training plan for her to ensure that she will not be suppressed in a head-on battle like she is now."
Zuo Si gave the order very decisively.
Although strictly speaking, the assassin profession relies on unexpected sneak attacks and backstabs to eliminate enemies.
But this fighting style does not fit his perception of the role played by the demon elves.
"Understood! Don't worry, I will complete this task perfectly."
Nimidona agreed without hesitation.
This is not difficult for her as a servant of the Seraph God.
And because he possesses the ability to heal and resurrect, even if he strikes hard and severely injures or cripples his training target, or even kills him accidentally, a couple of high-level spells can revive the target on the spot without leaving even a scar.
Fed's keen sixth sense seemed to detect the danger, and he immediately began to retreat slowly subconsciously.
But before he could run far, Nimidona grabbed him, and then the entire training room was filled with the painful and desperate screams of the demon elf assassin.
Seeing that Fed's intensive training had already begun, Zuo Si took advantage of this time to deal with the matter of disbanding the existing army and recruiting new soldiers.
There is no doubt that a violent organization like the military, when disbanded on a large scale in any country or region, will inevitably trigger a series of turmoil and social problems, so they must be properly resettled.
However, considering that the Amn army was in a state of disarray from top to bottom, Zuo Si's strong character would definitely not allow them to gain too many benefits.
Therefore, many officers organized their soldiers to cause trouble at the beginning, but as expected, they were ruthlessly suppressed.
Zuo Si proved his determination to everyone by using the cruel method of exiling a total of 150 bloody heads, more than 1,500 soldiers and entire families of his immediate family to the Maztec continent.
The advantage of doing this is that it can not only enrich the population of the port cities in the New World and gain a firm foothold, but also eliminate hidden dangers once and for all.
Currently, the recruitment office has recruited about 600 adventurers and mercenaries, as well as nearly 3,000 young people from rural areas who have received certain military and warrior training.
If they follow the normal process, they will have to receive at least three months of disciplinary training before learning how to form formations, understand officers' commands, and use different weapons to fight.
According to the traditions of many cities in Faerun, it takes at least three years to train a skilled veteran.
During this period, they were also required to continuously participate in battles against monsters such as goblins, orcs, and gnolls.
However, Zuo Si obviously no longer has that much time to wait for the new recruits to grow slowly.
He directly used some special means, including but not limited to providing soldiers with water and food from the Zendikar time and space, brewing a large number of potions that could enhance their physical fitness for them to drink, and equipping them with closed smart helmets with some of the functions of the Shuyou mobile terminal.
With so many auxiliary means, they will be able to become a powerful army that will attract everyone's attention in just one or two months.
Of course, Zuo Si did not plan to recruit too many elite troops like this which required a very high cost. It would be enough to keep the scale at around 8,000 to 10,000 people.
Looking at the soldiers wearing smart helmets and conducting simulation and combat training on the training ground, Vera couldn't help but sigh softly: "My dear master, your methods are really awe-inspiring.
Just a few days had passed, and the foundation of a powerful army had been laid quietly.
Whether it's the magic helmets that can play a decisive role in training and combat, or the potions, food and drinking water that can make the body stronger and stronger, they are all things I have never heard of or seen before.
As long as they have these things, even a group of farmers can be quickly trained into qualified or even excellent warriors.
Perhaps only those war trolls transformed by magic can be compared with them. "
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head, explaining: "Perhaps you won't believe it, but the fundamental purpose of my building this army is not for war, but for political considerations.
After all, whether it is Amn below, Baldur's Gate, West Heartland or the Dragon Coast, the main residents are humans and dwarves, elves, halflings and gnomes who are closer to humans.
Therefore, when fighting and exercising rule in these places, it is best if the army is mainly composed of humans rather than other races, so that they are easier to be accepted by local residents and regarded as their own people.
Otherwise it is easy to trigger some subtle rebellious emotions.
If we only compare killing efficiency, I actually have better choices.
As for the war trolls, some of my men have already conducted in-depth research in this area.
Many of the troll gladiators in Dragonspear Castle were individuals created through experiments, and their technology is already very mature.
Even without the weakness of fire that prevents the trolls from regenerating, only acid still poses a threat to them.
As long as I want, I can capture the trolls in the forests, wilderness and swamps and transform them in large numbers so that they have sufficient intelligence and obedience.
If you are interested, I can give them a call and ask them to sell you a batch as a guard."
"Oh? Really! Thank you so much!
I've always believed that trolls, with their nearly infinite regeneration abilities, are natural warriors.
It’s a pity that their brains are not very smart and they are always easily dominated by hunger.
If we can make them intelligent and obedient enough, we can certainly form the most powerful army in the world."
As she said this, Vera revealed a strong sense of excitement and anticipation.
In fact, dangerous creatures like war trolls are not rare. They can be seen in many mercenary organizations, and most of them are created in various strange experiments.
A cautious wizard would obviously not allow such a horrible monster that might lose its mind once it became hungry to stay around, so he would often choose to sell it or send it out to fend for itself.
War Troll mercenaries are very popular due to their powerful regeneration abilities.
Hiring them requires a minimum price of thirty gold coins per day.
If the troll has a warrior level of no less than LV4, he can earn at least seventy-five gold coins every day.
This ability to make money is enough to make human mercenaries look envious and jealous.
In the world of Eberron next to Toril, war troll mercenaries often appear on the battlefield in large numbers.
"Remember not to buy too much. These guys are pure carnivores. If you can't feed them, they will become the biggest safety hazard." Zuo Si couldn't help but remind him.
In his opinion, raising war trolls is far less cost-effective than raising goblin dire wolves.
After all, the latter is larger in size and has higher basic attributes. Although its regeneration ability is slightly worse than that of the troll, it is still there. Moreover, its obedience is extremely high. Even if it is whipped to death, it will not have the slightest consciousness of resistance.
"Please don't worry, I just plan to buy a few to play with and see if I can train them into high-level warriors.
Oh, I almost forgot, there is also a letter asking for help from the nobles of the southern Kingdom of Tethyr.
Since His Majesty Shane VII occupied the coastal stronghold of Mannon, he began the military campaign to conquer the Kingdom of Tethyr.
Many nobles lost everything, including their territories and titles, under the advance of his army.
If nothing unexpected happens, those guys who were fighting among themselves will soon unite."
As she spoke, Vera took out a thick stack of dozens of letters with family seals from her pocket, and her tone revealed undisguised gloating.
It is not difficult to tell from the contemptuous expression on her face that she looks down on the other person at all.
Zuo Si was not even interested in taking a look at it. He lit it and threw it on the ground. "No need to look at it. Don't these idiots know the relationship between me and King Xia En VII? They actually want me to send troops to help them? It's really crazy."
"Hahahaha! They have no other choice.
After all, the Kingdom of Tethyr was originally a relatively closed and isolated place.
Since the relations between the previous kings and the forest elves were very tense, there would certainly be no allies to be found within the country.
In addition, King Shane VII had already cut off the roads around Steam Lake in advance, so the only thing they could do was to ask for help from Amn in the north.
However, there is news that someone has seen the scribe Haio of Elminster in Tethyr.
He now calls himself Harold III and begins frequenting the great nobles who hold the title of duke.
Vera was obviously aware of the hostile relationship between her allegiance and the Harper Alliance, so she specifically spread this rumor which was a bit of gossip.
"A scribe from Elminster?"
Hared III? This great sage of Shadow Valley really has a long arm.
Send word to King Shaan VII that he must uproot all of Tethyr's nobility and leave no one alive.
Those who participated in the resistance were killed without mercy, and the rest were captured as prisoners.
I will contact some slave traders in Sel later and sell them directly in packages.
As for how to rule after the cleanup, I have my own ideas."
Zuo Si sneered and issued a bloody order that would affect the lives and deaths of thousands of people.
He knew all too well the ways in which Elminster and the Harpers played their cards, and understood that this Hared III was most likely of royal or noble blood, and that he intended to use this to unite the aristocracy of the Kingdom of Tethyr, so that they would temporarily put aside their grievances and unite to deal with foreign enemies.
In this case, Zuo Si simply let Sean VII kill the entire aristocracy without leaving a single one alive.
Anyway, he is not a local native, and he does not think that the country cannot be ruled without the nobles who monopolize knowledge and the right to education.
Whether it is the large number of scholars in Calimport, the huge number of merchants in Amn, or the bureaucrats trained in the Nelanther Islands and Luskan over the years, they can all be perfectly replaced.
If it really doesn't work, Zuo Si can still draw people from the floating city, or send some of the players over.
If the civilians dare to join in the commotion, we will follow the father's example and send them all to the cold Luskan in the north to grow potatoes and mine.
As a man called a perfect tyrant by Bane, he would not show any mercy when dealing with such matters.
Similarly, Sean VII did not care at all about the consequences of massacring the nobles.
Because after he defeats Tethyr, he can just take the spark and happily become a planeswalker to explore the endless universe and all kinds of strange worlds.
Want to take revenge later? Then you have to find the person first.
"As you wish..."
Vera seemed to have seen the bloodshed of the nobles of the Kingdom of Tethyr, as well as the helpless rage of Elminster's self-defeating behavior. The corners of her mouth curled up wildly, and she immediately turned around and rode away on her horse.
There is no doubt that as the all-out confrontation between Zuo Si and the Harpist Alliance officially began, the entire west coast of the continent of Faerun became a huge battlefield.
Elminster will do everything in his power to prevent the birth of a great empire, wherever he sees fit.
When West Heartland's plan was discovered and aborted, he quickly changed direction and began to attack the Kingdom of Tethyr.
Compared to Zuo Si, Shane VII, the half-lich, is obviously easier to deal with.
What's more, the Harpers are not dealing with Shane VII himself, but the humans and goblin werewolf legions under him...
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