Vermes suddenly sprayed two balls of golden sparks from his nostrils, clearly expressing his hatred towards Ximamon, Kurremos, and the Moon Elf Mage in front of him.
Because ever since the magical object that could control the brain and spy on other people's thoughts and memories was removed, she found that she could not beat the other party in this kind of intellectual game.
And everyone seems to be hiding some little secrets and always trying to use themselves to achieve their goals.
Most importantly, there is no way to solve the problem by using violence.
There is no doubt that the feeling of being treated like a fool is not good at all.
Wilmes even had the urge to find Zuo Si to put the strange object back into his brain.
At least with the magical object, even if you don't use your brain to think, you won't be easily deceived or used by the enemy.
Especially in battle, two brains controlling the body at the same time is much more powerful than one brain.
The psychic powers and spells released by Qiwu at critical moments often help Wilmes force back his opponents and seize the initiative.
"Great Red Dragon Queen! Please do not confuse me with them. I am loyal to Lord Soth and you, and I have never had any other thoughts."
Ashmi placed one hand on her chest and bowed deeply.
She was so slender and frail that she looked like an insignificant ant in front of the giant red dragon of Purgatory.
The dragon's might that was unintentionally released alone was enough to make the Moon Elf female mage feel an uncontrollable sense of fear.
The reason why she was still standing here and not turning around and running away was entirely because compared with Ximamon and Kurremos, her strength was the weakest one.
If you want to kill Cripple Jazz, who occupies the core area of Myth Drannor Royal Court and the puzzle, and the dark elf forces he leads, the Jeller family, and avenge your dead relatives and friends, you must seek help from external forces.
After joining Zuo Si, Ashmi can use the Shuoyou mobile terminal to regularly report some of Ximanmeng's little actions and thoughts in exchange for various magical knowledge.
But this speed of increasing spellcasting level is still too slow.
So she quickly set her sights on Wilmes, who possessed great power but lacked the wisdom and brains to match it.
Since one of them has power but no brains, and the other has brains but no power, it can be said that they hit it off.
The result is that these guys inevitably fall into a state of cooperation, wariness and suspicion towards each other.
Although Wilmes was not smart, he had followed Zuo Si the longest and therefore learned some political tactics.
She first used Ximamon to check and balance Kurremos, and then used Ashmi to monitor Ximamon.
In this way, even without using his brain much, he could easily figure out what the two guys who posed the greatest threat to him were doing behind the scenes.
It has to be said that after several years of repeated training, this originally simple-minded and well-developed Purgatory Red Dragon is becoming more and more cunning and insidious.
And when encountering problems, they no longer always think of solving them through violence, killing and destruction.
If Zuo Si knew about these operations, he would definitely feel very gratified.
"Loyal? Do you believe it when you say it? Sos once said that loyalty is a false proposition.
There may be countless reasons for one person to swear allegiance to another, and they must have common interests, ideas or concepts.
But if you want to betray, you only need one reason.
Therefore, he never cared about the loyalty of his subordinates, but would adopt simpler and more direct methods to maintain stable subordinate relationships.
For example, offering an offer that is impossible to refuse and ensuring that any betrayal will pay a heavy price.
I believe you should understand this, right? "
As he spoke, Wilmes slowly stood up and looked down at the Moon Elf Mage who was trembling under the dragon's claws.
There is no doubt that she is well aware that she cannot control Kurremos, who is of similar strength, and Ximamon, who is the master of the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim.
But Ashmi is different! This moon elf mage has no power of her own, and no backing.
Moreover, like Wilmes, she has been branded with the mark of Baator Hell deep in her soul. Her soul will be controlled by Zuo Si even after death, so it is natural that they should be in the same camp.
In addition, since Ashmi had signed a devil's contract to sell her soul, the possibility of her suddenly betraying him was very small.
This means that she will be a very good think tank and helper.
Every powerful and evil chromatic dragon usually has a similar spellcaster by his side to handle daily affairs and help with advice.
In the past, Wilmes had always been by Zuo Si's side, so he didn't have to worry about things like using his brain.
But now that she has set up her own business, she urgently needs such a character to help her.
Otherwise, it would take a lot of time and energy just to manage the large number of servants under his command, and to deal with the tribes of goblins, orcs, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, barbarians, various giants, etc. who came to surrender voluntarily.
Especially after defeating Balagos, countless tribes throughout the Starswirl Mountains sent envoys to pay homage to the newly crowned Red Dragon Queen, offering gifts and hoping to become her minions.
Even many dragons, out of fear, either took out some gold, silver and jewelry, or sent people to deliver one or two valuable magic items, acknowledging Wilmes' undisputed dominance over this territory.
Looking at the Purgatory Red Dragon's eyes that were as deep and dark as black jade, Ashmi bit her lip and nodded slightly: "Yes! For Lord Soth, I have only infinite fear and awe.
He is both the supreme ruler of darkness and a powerful, terrifying, and perfect tyrant.
Controls my life, death, destiny and soul.
And what he needs is not loyalty, but his subordinates to exert their talents and roles to the best of their ability, while maintaining absolute obedience. "
"That's right! Soth doesn't need trash, let alone those fools who like to think they are smart.
So if you want to climb up under him and win his attention, the first thing is to demonstrate your abilities and talents.
You will never get ahead if you just do your job well.
But if you serve me and do a good enough job, you'll get extra points.
By the same token, when my power becomes strong enough, I can also send my men to infiltrate Cormanthor and enter Myth Drannor to help you complete the revenge you have longed for.
I believe you should know best that I am different from those sinister and cunning guys like Ximanmon and Kuerlemos."
As he spoke, Wilmes lowered his neck and put his huge head in front of the moon elf mage.
The suffocating feeling of oppression and the scorching heat coming out of her nostrils almost suffocated Ashmi.
But she bit her bleeding lips tightly, forcing herself to stay calm through the pain, and after a long while she knelt on one knee and responded solemnly: "It is my honor to serve you!
Please rest assured, I will apply to Ximanmeng after I return and will be responsible for connecting with you on intelligence.
I believe that after your threat just now, he will be very happy to let me take over this stall.
In this way, I can use the Zhentarim's intelligence network in the south to build a sphere of influence for you with the Vortex Mountains as the center, covering various mountainous areas, dense forests and swamps.
By then, Lord Soth will rule the civilized world dominated by humans, and you will become the ruler of the wild world."
"Very good! I look forward to your performance!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Wilmes extended his forked tongue and gently licked the slender neck and cheeks of the moon elf mage.
moment!
The latter's entire body straightened on the spot as if stimulated, and his muscles were so tense that they began to spasm slightly.
Ashmi's behavior was not due to some physiological reaction caused by external stimulation, but rather came from extreme mental fear.
You should know that colored dragons, especially the evil, cruel and tyrannical red dragons, often like to eat the flesh of young women the most.
Among them, the elves are ranked first on the list of delicacies.
So when she was licked by the forked tongue, she thought the other party was acting beastly and wanted to eat her, and she was almost frightened to the point of incontinence.
fortunately!
Wilmes simply licked it, feeling the delicate skin and the texture of the meat, and did not take any further action.
"Please... please rest assured that I won't let you down."
Ashmi suddenly came to his senses, and quickly saluted again and cast a teleportation magic to disappear on the spot as if he was running for his life.
Less than ten seconds after she left, Wilmes, who maintained an evil expression, could not help laughing and rolled around on the pile of treasure.
"Interesting! This is so interesting!
When it comes to playing with people's hearts and human nature, I really still have a lot to learn from Soth.
As long as I bury the seeds of fear deep into the other person's heart, then when it takes root and sprouts, I will be able to control this moon elf effortlessly.
I can apply the same principle to any other person.”
Having said this, the red dragon of Purgatory suddenly paused, cast his gaze towards the young brown dragon and black dragon crawling on the ground, and ordered in a tone that could not be refused: "Both of you! Crawl over here!"
How could Otagus and Oroxes, who had just been severely beaten and punished, dare to show any resistance?
Immediately, like two dogs tamed by their master, they crawled on the ground with their whole bodies, and crawled quickly to the front tremblingly from the corner like a gecko.
They didn't even dare to look up at the Red Dragon Queen who had defeated Balagos. They just hung their heads and stared at the rocky ground beneath their feet that was heated to boiling hot by the magma.
"Tell me, what is Balagos' favorite thing to do to you?"
Wilmes asked with interest, dragging his chin with his front paws.
"He... he likes to tear off small pieces of meat from us, roast them over a flame in front of me, and eat them bit by bit." Otagos answered with a slightly trembling voice.
Oloxes added in an equally desperate tone: "Balagas does not give us any food, and every year he makes us fight each other. He also makes us look at the remains of the dragons he killed and ate. It is said that before us, many dragon guards were killed after they grew to a certain size."
"I see. No wonder you are so afraid of him."
Wilmes looked thoughtful.
There is no doubt that Balagos's behavior is typical of a red dragon tyrant, using fear, violence, and death to force his target to submit.
If it were in the past, she would 100% agree with what Balagos did and think that this was what a red dragon should do.
But now, Wilmes directly cast a nine-ring wishing spell.
Before the young black dragon, Oroxes, could react to what had happened, he found that his wings that had been torn off had miraculously recovered.
Having been cruelly abused for a long time, he obviously didn't understand what his new master meant. He immediately raised his head with a look of horror, fearing that this was the beginning of some even more terrible torture.
But Wilmes did not do so. Instead, he threw a few rock goats that he had captured in front of the other party and said, "Here, eat them.
I am different from Balagos. As long as you obey and listen well, you don't have to worry about being abused and killed for no reason.
Just the opposite!
As long as your performance satisfies me, I will even reward you and make you stronger through the power of magic.
What I want to do is to control all the inaccessible mountains, forests, and swamps south of the west coast of the entire continent of Faerun.
To achieve this goal, I need a lot of helpful helpers.
Do you understand what I mean?"
"You mean... we don't have to be slaves anymore?"
The brown dragon Otagos was so excited that even his voice was shaking.
"Yes! I can even give you freedom, as well as the right to take spoils, and own your own nest and treasure.
But the prerequisite is that you have to demonstrate enough value.
And for every treasure you obtain, you must give me half of it."
As he said this, the corners of Wilmes' mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes flashed with greed.
Needless to say, she learned from Zuo Si how to develop downline and expand the scope of money-making.
After all, making money by yourself is too slow, and you have to go out frequently, so the efficiency is really not very high.
In comparison, it would be much more comfortable to develop more subordinates and let them do the work, while you just lie on the pile of treasures and wait for them to offer you tribute.
Over the years, Zuo Si has taken away almost half of Wilmes' profits through this method.
Now Wilmes has learned from the past and plans to exploit his subordinates in the same way.
In addition, she also learned how to enslave intelligent creatures mentally and ideologically from Zuo Si's management of the goblins and werewolves.
Oppression, violence and killing are all just auxiliary means.
If you really want to make the target obey you willingly, it is actually no different from training animals.
Both use reward and punishment mechanisms to regulate each other's behavior, thereby forming a habit and distorting the original cognition.
After all, most people's behavioral habits are formed little by little based on feedback.
If you always get negative feedback after doing something, not only will you not get any reward or happiness from it, but instead get pain and torture, then you will subconsciously avoid doing such things.
But if they get positive feedback and can gain continuous rewards and happiness from it, then they will be happy to do it.
Wilmes is now going to use this feedback mechanism to tame the two adolescent dragons that have been completely worn out by Balagos.
You should know that all "happiness" comes from comparison.
After experiencing the long-term inhuman torture, abuse and death threats from Balagos, Otagos and Oroxes suddenly felt that the dragon life was full of hope when they suddenly had a kind new master. They ate the meat of the rock goats frantically, and even felt a little touched in their hearts.
They had no idea that from that moment on, they had fallen into a carefully laid trap.
In Wilmes' eyes, the so-called management science is to exploit subordinates as much as possible through methods such as making big promises without arousing strong resistance, so as to obtain more and greater benefits.
She not only wants to exploit, but also wants these exploited people to be grateful to her from the bottom of their hearts.
If anyone has any ill intentions, they can just leak this guy's information to an organization that claims to be kind and just, and use their help to eliminate him.
Just as Wilmes began to brainwash the two teenage dragons, far away in the underground cemetery of Athkatla, the vampire queen Badi was crawling on the ground, telling her master about a series of actions against the Shadow Thieves Guild in recent times, as well as the intentions hidden behind them.
It has to be said that this scene really scared the demon elf assassin.
She even found it hard to believe that the mastermind behind the huge Shadow Thieves Guild, which was on the verge of civil war and division, was just one of Zuo Si's men who acted on his own initiative.
What made Feide even more unacceptable was that the other party had not even taken action personally so far, but had only demonstrated its strength to the leaders of those subordinate guilds.
Especially the traps scattered throughout the tomb and the pools of blood emitting a pungent smell are simply creepy.
"So the assassination of Alan Linville and the attack on the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters had nothing to do with you. They were all Maiwa's own ideas?"
After listening to the entire report, Zuo Si touched his chin with a playful expression.
Badi nodded quickly: "That's right. Maiwa is an ambitious guy.
Ever since he took over the guild in the dock area, he has been actively expanding his influence.
He dares to do things that other guild leaders dare not do, and he also wants to do the contraband business that other guild leaders dare not do.
As far as I know, this guy also established contact with the Red Wizards of Cyre and secretly sold addictive alchemical drugs to some wealthy young people who were looking for excitement.
Whether it was the assassination of Ailan Linville or the direct attack on the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters this time, he was hired by Sel.
In the Waukeen Market District, the red-robed wizards have an organization called the Eight Rods, and Maiwa should have received their support."
"The Red Robes of Sel are also involved?"
There was a flash of surprise in Zuo Si's eyes.
He knew that the "Eight Staffs" had a secret base in Askatla.
Because this stronghold was not the previous concession that had extraterritoriality and could station troops.
It is merely a place for buying and selling magic items, gathering intelligence, and providing mercenary services on the West Coast.
And they also reached an agreement with the Guild of Masked Mages.
So Zuo Si didn't pay much attention to it.
"I think they are unwilling to lose such a huge market and interests, so they plan to use the Shadow Thieves Guild's black market to do some tricks. Not long ago, they sent envoys to try to form an alliance with me, but I rejected them." Badi explained carefully.
There is no doubt that the vampire queen is not sure whether her actions are within the scope of her master's permission.
After all, the internal strife of the Shadow Thieves Guild has begun to have a very serious impact on the social stability of Askatla.
If nothing unexpected happens, the killing between the two forces will become more frequent and bloody after nightfall.
However, Zuo Si ignored Badi and turned his gaze to Feide, asking very straightforwardly: "You should have known all the information now, what are you going to do next?"
"You ask me?"
The demon elf pointed at his nose, looking confused.
Because she has always positioned herself as an executor, not a decision maker.
"What else? Your wish should be to avenge Ailang Linweier and get rid of your anger for being wronged, right? In this case, I will simply leave the decision to you."
In his opinion, after he took over Amn, there was no need to keep the Shadow Thieves Guild as a criminal organization.
All you need to do afterwards is to recruit those elite thieves and assassins and form an organization similar to a spy agency to specialize in collecting and spying on intelligence.
Hearing this, the corners of Fed's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but reminded him: "I'm just an assassin. I'm best at killing, not thinking. If you leave this kind of thing to me, I won't be responsible if it goes wrong."
Zuo Si smiled and consoled him, "Don't worry, no matter how much trouble you make, Badi will be responsible for cleaning up your mess.
It's a good opportunity for you to take advantage of this to learn how to think and manage an organization from the perspective of a superior.
Don't be afraid of mistakes and failures.
In the end, it's not you who will pay the price, but those shadow thieves who haven't realized that they are in big trouble.
In addition, if you think there are people in the Shadow Thieves Guild who are worth helping, you might as well try to give them a chance to choose.
Remember, besides knowledge and power, the most precious and valuable thing in this world is talent.
Whether it is an organization or a country, it must have sufficient talents to manage it in order to prosper and develop.
Otherwise, even if you have huge wealth and resources, you will collapse from within bit by bit.
Don't be too anxious, you can take your time with this matter.
I will give you enough time, whether it is a few months or a year or half. "
"Okay, I'll try."
Feder was obviously moved.
She was not an idiot, so she could naturally see that Zuo Si wanted to train her to become the leader of a force.
Combined with the nearly fatal and crazy combat training of the Nature Goddess Nimidona in recent days, anyone who is not a fool understands what this means.
"Come on! I'm rooting for you!"
Zuo Si pinched the demon elf's flexible pointed ears in a very frivolous manner and shook them twice.
"Damn it! Let go! Haven't you heard that the ears of elves, especially female elves, should not be touched casually?"
Fed quickly broke free with a red face and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You are not a pure-blooded elf, but a demon-born elf. What is there to be afraid of?"
After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the assassin lady's strong protest, winked at the vampire queen, and then walked straight into the secret room deeper inside.
When the door to the only passage was slammed shut, he slowly asked, "What has Erinikas been busy with recently? Has he come to see you?"
"Erenicus came here once after the gods started the war against Cyric.
He has recently set his sights on Sarevok, the son of Bhaal, who has been active in the Baldur's Gate area.
It seemed as if he was trying to seize the divinity and power of the God of Murder from the other party.
However, there has been no news since the invasion of the Zhentil Keep army.
I don't really know what Erinikas is doing right now.
But one thing is certain, that is, he occupied the first few floors of the Dura Tower in the south of the Sharptooth Forest and rebuilt a fully equipped laboratory there.
A tour group wanted to bring people in for a tour, but they were all killed by the demons he summoned.
Since then, no one has dared to approach."
Badi dumped out all the information he had.
"Durag's Tower? Ha! He picked a good place."
Zuo Si couldn't help but chuckled.
Durrag's Tower, as the name suggests, is the residence built by Durrag, the famous dwarf hero, also known as the "Troll Slayer", for himself and his people.
It is located on top of a rugged mountain and is a very traditional and extremely defensible solid stone fortress.
In addition to the above-ground part, there are also extremely large and complex tunnels and mazes underground.
After all, dwarves feel safer staying underground than living on the surface.
Moreover, this place is very close to the Sharptooth Forest, the largest forest east of Baldur's Gate, so it is far away from the main road and there are often monsters and wild beasts. Therefore, there is basically no need to worry about being disturbed by frequent visitors.
However, the wonderful life of the Durrag family was soon disrupted by the invasion of the Mind Flayers and Shapeshifters.
Under the manipulation of this duo who specialized in conspiracy and intrigue, the dwarves in Durrag's Tower quickly became insecure, and soon began to fall into chaos and infighting.
Having witnessed the deaths of his entire family, and even killed some of them himself, the dwarf hero Durrag quickly fell into hysterical madness.
He drilled into the deepest tunnel underground, constantly installing various deadly traps to keep all the mind flayers and shapeshifters out, and eventually died alone in the depths of the tunnel.
Since then, Durlag's Tower has become the most famous adventure destination in the Baldur's Gate area.
Countless adventurers, eager to get rich overnight, flocked into the tower to find the treasure of the Durrag family.
But unfortunately, most of them never came back alive after entering.
Gradually, this place was abandoned and became a legend.
With Erinikas's strength, clearing out the deformed monsters occupying Durrag's Tower and the traps is easier than eating and drinking.
"Master, do you need me to go over there and take a look?" Badi asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No need. Since he has set his sights on Sarevok, it is enough for us to keep an eye on Sarevok and Aberdare, the two sons of Bhaal. Do you know what Sarevok has been doing recently?"
The Vampire Queen responded without hesitation: "Sarevok is controlling those shapeshifters to infiltrate the major provincial capitals that control Baldur's Gate.
At the same time, he ordered his bandits to continue robbing caravans and blocking the transportation of supplies.
His plan was simple, which was to use the bandits to divert attention and delay the speed of the troops dispatched by the dukes of Baldur's Gate.
After all, as long as these bandits are still wreaking havoc, Baldur's Gate must consider what to do if the Flaming Fist mercenaries go out in masse and the city is besieged by bandits right after.
Moreover, Sarevok deliberately exaggerated that these bandits were pawns sent by Zhentil Castle to cause trouble, thereby arousing hatred among the people.
Once he finds an opportunity to get rid of the three dukes, he will be able to use his unknown relationship with Grand Duchess Lila Jennas to gain military power through a series of operations.
As for the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce led by his adoptive father, it has now basically fallen into the control of Sarevok.
Among other things, this guy also reopened a temple to a god of murder beneath Baldur's Gate.
Every once in a while, he would take a few believers there to hold cruel and bloody sacrificial ceremonies in order to strengthen his own divine power and divinity.
Compared to the other sons of Bhaal who are still in their infancy, Sarevok is clearly far ahead."
"Reopen the Temple of Baal and then hold a sacrificial ceremony inside? He is really incredibly smart!"
Zuo Si couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.
Obviously, Sharevok must have discovered the remaining power of faith in the temple, so he wanted to digest and absorb all of this power to make himself stronger.
But his level of religious studies obviously remained at the most elementary stage.
They simply don't understand that while doing so may be beneficial in the short term, in the long run it is simply injecting a deadly poison into their bodies.
Whether it is the sacrificial ceremony itself or the absorption of the remaining faith in the temple, its essence is to strengthen the power of the dead Baal.
When this power accumulates to a certain level, Baal, the God of Murder, will be resurrected directly from the body of his offspring, just like Bane, the God of Tyranny.
The best way is to erase the name of Baal and even the identity of the Son of Baal, and use his own name to gather believers, form a church, and spread the faith.
In this way, after winning the killing competition with his brothers and sisters, he can truly break away from his father's shadow and become a true god.
Even if Baal is resurrected one day, he will not be able to completely devour it, but will split into two existing gods at the same time.
It's a pity that Sarevok didn't understand this.
He did not have a teacher with extensive knowledge in this area, and most of his information came from the public reading area of the Candlekeep Library.
The public reading area of Candlekeep...
Those who understand will understand.
The vast majority of books are relatively superficial popular science content, or some content about history, biography, geography, philosophy, heroic stories, etc.
It is mainly aimed at those nobles who want to increase their knowledge reserves, so that they can talk about some content and principles that others don't know during banquets, salons and balls, and gain the admiration and amazement of people around them.
To sum it up in two words - pretentious.
Really dangerous content related to gods, beliefs, religion, magical knowledge, mantras, outer planes, inner planes, demonology, demonology, etc. are basically placed in another place and are only open to qualified visitors.
Otherwise, if ordinary people learned some of the content, then carved out magic circles at home, and performed sacrifices to summon high-level demons with great destructive power, that would be a lot of fun.
At this moment, Sarevok was standing in the Temple of Baal beneath the city, holding a ritual dagger and performing sacrifices.
At the same time, the blood flowing out of the corpse completely filled the hollow skull-shaped grooves on the ground. He then opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his voice: "Praise killing! Praise death!"
"Praise to killing! Praise to death!
Long live Baal, the great god of murder!
Long live Sarevok, the great son of God!
You are our only faith in life! You are our supreme God!"
Several believers knelt in the pool of blood and screamed like crazy. They raised the sharp daggers in their hands, killed the remaining sacrifices, dug out their hearts and placed them on the plates in front of the altar.
If you use magical vision, you can clearly see that this abandoned temple is now covered with a layer of red energy.
That was a sign that the power of faith was being transformed into killing power.
After a while, Sharevok absorbed all the energy into his body, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light.
In just a few seconds, very obvious changes occurred in his body.
The skin turned a pale color only seen in the dead, and fangs grew on the face, while the expression also became extremely hideous and terrifying.
From the densely packed wounds, one could see black decaying fluid constantly oozing out.
At the same time, his hands gradually turned into the shape of claws, a pair of horns grew on his forehead, and a thick and long tail appeared behind him.
There were six bone daggers floating around the body, rotating continuously.
From a distance, one might even mistake it for a demon, a devil, or a yugoloth.
But in fact, this is the most common posture of Baal's incarnations and saints - the killer.
There is no doubt that with the interference of some external forces, Sarevok has obtained the method to strengthen his divine power and divinity by absorbing faith, and is becoming more and more powerful.
You have to know that killers are an absolute nightmare for most mortals.
It not only has extremely high magic and physical resistance, but also has very high movement, attack and reaction speed.
Often, before the opponent has time to react, they have already rushed forward and torn the enemy into pieces.
Judging from the fact that he did not lose control at this moment, Sharevok should have already mastered the ability to transform into a killer long ago, and successfully restrained the instinctive impulse of bloodthirsty killing through strong willpower.
After the entire ceremony was over, he slowly returned to his human form and let out a long sigh: "Huh - it's finally over!
I can feel that my strength has become much stronger.
It seems that the guy named Erinikas was not lying.
He does have some knowledge that I need.”
"But Master, I always feel that he approaches you with ill intentions." A believer raised his head and reminded.
"Humph! Of course I know he has bad intentions.
To be exact, how many of those who work with me really think that I will eventually inherit my father's Blood Throne?
They are just using me, wanting to understand the nature of gods and the way for mortals to become gods through me.
But it doesn't matter.
Since Erinikas wants this, I'll give it to him.
As long as I can become stronger and stronger, they won't dare to betray me easily."
After that, Sarevok cut his finger with a ritual dagger and dripped a few drops of blood into a transparent glass test tube. He then sealed the tube and handed it to the believer kneeling in front of him, saying, "Send this to the Tower of Durrag as quickly as possible. Tell the wizard named Erinikas that I will fulfill my promise, and I hope he will do the same."
"As you wish, great master."
The believer bent down and bowed deeply, then stood up and quickly left the gloomy and terrifying temple, disappearing into the darkness.
Another believer raised his head and asked, "Master, your brother Aberdare has killed several groups of powerful bounty hunters.
We have raised his reward to five thousand gold coins, but still no one has succeeded.
It is said that among their team, there is a very strange white bear, which seems to be invulnerable to swords and guns and extremely ferocious.
Do you think we need to form a special hunting team?"
"Aberdare? What has he been doing lately?" Sarevok asked with narrowed eyes.
"He has accepted a commission and is investigating a matter involving robbers."
The believers gave the answer without hesitation.
"Commission? Whose commission?"
Sarevok suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.
If it were in the past, he wouldn't care about this extremely idealistic feeling at all.
But as his divine power and divinity continued to grow, he gradually understood that this was a powerful perception that belonged only to gods, divine creatures, or the sons of gods, which could foresee and sense some impending dangers in advance.
"Well......
We are still investigating this matter.
However, the commission should have been issued in Belgost.
Perhaps we can use those bandits as bait to lure out the person who issued the commission for the investigation?"
The believer took the initiative to suggest.
After all, enemies hiding in the dark are often the most dangerous.
Anyway, these bandits are not direct descendants, but borrowed power from the Mind Flayer. I won't feel sad even if they all die.
Sarevok thought about it for about a minute or two, and quickly nodded: "Okay! I want to see who is secretly against me.
Also, it's time to arrange for Duke Silver Shield and Duke Iltan to leave.
Arrange it as soon as possible.
I can't wait to take command of the well-trained army of the Flaming Fist Mercenaries and head to West Heartland to unleash a bloody war.
Regardless of the final outcome, as long as enough people are killed and die, the ultimate goal can be achieved.
As for my foolish brother who still doesn't know his own identity, let him live a little longer for now."
"Understood! We'll arrange it right away when we get back."
The remaining believers said in unison.
A look of satisfaction appeared on Sarevok's face, and he suddenly raised his arm and waved his hand.
moment!
The entire temple fell into darkness, with only the bodies of the murdered people lying on the ground still bleeding silently.
After everyone left, one of the bodies of a little boy of about six or seven years old suddenly twitched, then he staggered to his feet from the ground, reached out his hand to take his heart from the plate in front of the altar, and then stuffed it back into the bloody hole in his chest.
The next second...
The broken blood vessels were reconnected within just a few seconds and began to beat again.
The horrific wound healed completely in less than a minute, without even a scar left.
He first raised his head and looked at the statue of Baal standing in the center of the hall with disgust, then raised his middle finger and made an "international friendly gesture".
Then he took off his pants and urinated on the statue, then turned and left while cursing under his breath.
(End of this chapter)
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