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.
…
对于维尔梅斯与巴拉迦斯“飞焰”的战斗，左思暂时还不得而知。
经过两三天的折腾，他正站在法师塔内的训练场边上，看着魔裔精灵刺客菲德与阿托娜之间的训练。
不得不说，刺客这个职业实在是不太擅长正面作战。
尽管菲德在刺客中的正面作战能力已经算很强了，还有兼了一定的战士职业，但仍旧被只有自己差不多三分之二高的魅魔萝莉压着打，看上去狼狈至极。
她所掌握的一到四环法术，也在真理骑士这个特殊职业的神术压制下根本发挥不出什么效果。
才没过一会儿功夫，阿托娜就挥舞长鞭啪的一声抽中脚踝并用力向后一拉，硬生生把魔裔精灵刺客拽到自己面前，抡起斩首巨剑架在对方脖子上。
“你又输了！”
魅魔萝莉精致美丽的小脸上浮现出淡淡的笑意，紧跟着马上收起武器，尤其是已经把脚踝严重烫伤的火焰长鞭。
“该死！这座高塔里难道就没有一个正常人吗？一个个明明年纪不大，可都强的像怪物一样。不，不对，你们就是一群小怪物。”
菲德一边疯狂吐槽，一边毫无形象的坐到地上，龇牙咧嘴摸着脚踝附近被严重烫伤的痕迹。
就在刚才，她已经跟范格斯等小狼人们切磋了一下，结果也跟现在一样都是毫无还手之力。
在不使用致命毒药的前提下，甚至连支撑三分钟以上都困难。
“呵呵，怎么，自尊心和自信受到打击了吗？我早就说过，以战斗力而言，你在我的手下中根本排不上号。”
左思笑着调侃一句，迅速释放治疗神术，把手指轻轻按在魔裔精灵刺客的脚踝上。
当白色的幽光闪过，之前严重烧伤的痕迹便彻底消失，只留下一大片白皙、光滑和细腻的皮肤，以及像是纹在皮肤上的黑色刺青。
“那你为什么还要收留我？难道是因为贪图我的美色？”菲德用不是很确定的语气反问道。
尽管魔裔精灵名声并不算好，可由于是魅魔和精灵的混血，所以大体相貌和身材方面都还比较符合人类的审美观。
再加上魔纹、犄角、尾巴这些东西能够带来一些异界风情，会戳中一些人的XP并不奇怪。
毕竟在费伦大陆这片神奇的土地上，有专门喜欢开大车找女野蛮人的侏儒，也有对合法萝莉半身人女性感兴趣的兽人壮汉，甚至还有跟自己创造魔像坠入爱河的法师。
像喜欢带有一些恶魔或者炼狱血统的类人生物并不值得大惊小怪。
事实上在阿斯卡特拉就有专门的特殊店铺，为那些XP与众不同的异类提供服务。
左思则没好气的翻了个白眼：“你？美色？别闹了。你哪点能跟美色这两个字沾上边？如果我对美色感兴趣，随时都可以召唤成百上千的魅魔、欲魔来满足自己欲望。”
“那到底是为什么？你至少应该让我知道自己的价值和作用是什么吧？”
菲德明显变得有些困惑。
因为在幼年接受的教育中不止一次强调，废物是不配活着的。
所以她一直都在努力做一个有价值的人，防止被当做垃圾一样处理掉。
“因为你的灵魂很有趣，非常非常的有趣。”
说罢，左思站起身冲一旁的自然神侍使了个颜色。
后者心领神会，立马走过来略微欠了欠身询问道：“主人，您有什么吩咐吗？”
“在接下来的几天时间里，由你亲自给她制定一份训练计划，确保她在正面战斗中不会像现在这样被压着打。”
左思非常干脆的下达了命令。
虽然严格意义上来说，刺客这个职业就是靠出其不意的偷袭和背刺来解决掉敌人的。
可这种战斗方式并不符合他对于魔裔精灵所扮演角色的定位。
“明白！请放心，我会完美的完成这项任务。”
尼米多娜毫不犹豫答应下来。
这对于身为炽天神侍的她来说，实在是没有什么难度。
而且由于掌握着治疗跟复活的能力，因此就算下手比较重将训练对象打成重伤、残废，亦或是干脆不小心杀掉，两个高阶神术砸下去对方就能原地复活，连一点疤痕都不会留下。
菲德敏锐的第六感似乎察觉到了危险，立刻开始下意识的慢慢后退。
可还没等跑出多远，尼米多娜便一把将其捉住，随后整个训练室内便发出魔裔精灵刺客痛苦而又绝望的惨叫声。
眼见菲德的强化训练已经开始，左思便趁着这个功夫去处理了一下关于原地解散现有军队并重新征兵的事情。
毫无疑问，像军队这种暴力机构，不管在任何国家、任何地区大规模遣散的时候，都必然会引发一系列的动荡和社会问题，所以必须要妥善安置才行。
不过考虑到安姆军队从上到下一副躺平摆烂的样子，以左思强势的性格肯定不可能给他们太多的好处。
所以很多军官在刚开始的时候组织手下士兵想要闹事，结果不出意外遭到了毫不留情的镇压。
左思用整整一百五十颗血淋淋的脑袋，还有超过一千五百名士兵和直系亲属全家流放马兹特克大陆的冷酷手段，向所有人证明了自己的决心。
这样做的好处是既能充实新大陆那边港口城市的人口、站稳脚跟，又能一劳永逸把隐患剔除掉。
目前征兵处已经招募了大概六百名冒险者和佣兵，还有差不多三千来自乡村、接受过一定军事和战士训练的年轻人。
如果按照正常流程，他们至少要先接受三个月纪律方面的训练，然后才会学习如何构筑阵型、听懂军官的口令、使用不同的武器进行战斗。
按照费伦大陆许多城市的传统，一名熟练的老兵至少要三年才能培养出来。
期间还要让他们不停的去参加围剿地精、兽人、狗头人等怪物的战斗。
不过左思明显已经没那么多时间等新兵慢慢成长了。
他直接使用了一些特殊手段，包括但不限于为士兵提供来自赞迪卡时空的水和食物，大量熬制能够强化身体素质的魔药给他们喝，为其配备带有部分烁油移动终端功能的封闭式智能头盔。
在如此多的辅助手段作用下，最多一两个月他们就能变成令人为之侧目的强大军团。
当然，像这种需要付出相当高昂成本的精锐军队，左思也没打算招募太多，保持在八千到一万人左右的规模就足够了。
看着训练场上那些佩戴着智能头盔进行模拟和战斗训练的士兵，薇拉不由得轻声感叹道：“我亲爱的主人，您的手段还真是令人感到敬畏呢。
这才过了几天，一支强大军队的基础就这样不声不响的打好了。
不管是那些在训练和作战中都能起到决定性作用的魔法头盔，还是可以让身体变得越来越强壮的药剂、食物和饮水，都是我闻所未闻、见所未见的。
只要有了这些东西，哪怕是一群农夫也能迅速被训练成合格乃至优秀的战士。
也许也只有那些通过魔法转化而成的战争巨魔，能够勉强与之相提并论。”
左思笑着摇了摇头解释道：“也许说起来你不会相信，我打造这支军队的根本目的其实并不是为了战争，而是出于政治的角度考虑。
毕竟不管是脚下的安姆，还是博德之门、西哈特兰德或巨龙海岸，其主体居民都是人类和跟人类比较亲近的矮人、精灵、半身人和侏儒。
所以在这些地方进行作战和实行统治的时候，最好军队的主要构成是人类而非其他种族，这样更加容易被当地居民接纳并视作自己人。
不然很容易引发一些微妙的反抗情绪。
如果单比杀戮效率的话，我其实有更好的选择。
至于战争巨魔，我的一些手下早就做过这方面的深入研究了。
在龙矛城堡里的很多巨魔角斗士，就是在实验中制造出来的个体，其技术已经非常成熟。
甚至去除掉了火焰可以阻止巨魔再生这个弱点，唯有强酸仍旧对它们有威胁。
只要我愿意愿意，随时可以把森林、荒野和沼泽中的巨魔抓起来进行大批量的改造，使其拥有足够的智力跟服从性。
假如你对此感兴趣的话，我可以打个招呼，让他们卖一批给你作为护卫。”
“哦？真的！那可太感谢了！
我一直都认为，拥有近乎无限再生能力的巨魔简直就是天生的战士。
只可惜，它们的脑子不太灵光，总是容易受到饥饿感的支配。
如果能令其获得足够的智力和服从性，那必然可以组建起这个世界上最强大的军队。”
在说这番话的时候，薇拉整个人透露出一种强烈的兴奋与期待。
事实上战争巨魔这种危险的生物并不算罕见，在很多佣兵组织中都能看到它们的身影，绝大部分都是在各种稀奇古怪实验中被创造出来的。
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...
(End of this chapter)