"No! Not only the Grand Master of the Ring! There are also the vampire generals and the undead army in the province under his control!"
"What? Mobilizing the army? What does he want to do? Is he crazy?"
"Can we interpret this as a signal for an all-out war?"
"It shouldn't be! Sazastan's army has not crossed the border, it is just maneuvering within its own territory. Don't forget, he has several portals of his own, maybe there is some big move outside of Cyre."
"Can you find out where he sent the people?"
"Obviously not. But there are rumors that he seemed to have been to Baldur's Gate before."
"Baldur's Gate? Isn't that Thors's sphere of influence?"
"Yes! This is what worries me the most. If these two guys reach a cooperation or form an alliance, it will definitely not be good news for us. In addition, there is intelligence that a large number of Velsharon's followers have also appeared there."
"What do we do now?"
"We should also send some people to Baldur's Gate to investigate the situation."
…
After a brief exchange, the red-robed chiefs who opposed Sazastan quickly made a decision.
In less than a few hours, people living in Baldur's Gate noticed that there were suddenly more wizards wearing red robes and hoods on the streets.
Some of them formed teams of three or five, while others were accompanied by several to a dozen fully armed mercenaries.
If it had happened in the past, Grand Duke Iltan, who controlled the Flame Fist Mercenaries, would have definitely noticed something was wrong and launched an investigation immediately.
But the problem was that he was now lying in bed unconscious from the poisoning and couldn't handle anything at all.
Moreover, almost all of his close associates were replaced by shapeshifters, and no one asked a priest to treat him, so he just let the toxins continue to corrode his body and even his brain.
If nothing unexpected happens, in a few days this legendary warrior will breathe his last in an extremely miserable way.
Of course, his political ally, the Duke of Silver Shield, was not much better.
He was attacked by "Zentalim assassins" in his own home, and his wife and son were all killed.
Only one daughter, Shi Ji, who ran away from home and disappeared, survived and stayed.
As for why the word "Zentalin assassin" is put in quotation marks, it is naturally because it was not done by them at all, but a plot deliberately arranged by Sarevok's men.
The purpose is also simple.
On the one hand, it was to eliminate the Duke of Silver Shield;
On the other hand, it can publicize the evil, cruelty and unscrupulousness of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, making the people disgusted and hate them even more, thus paving the way for the subsequent military expedition.
Anyway, these guys already had a terrible reputation in the continent of Faerun, and they had done countless evil things.
As the saying goes, too many lice don't itch, and too many debts don't worry.
Therefore, the Zhentarim themselves don't really care whether they are blamed or not.
However, with a large number of red-robed wizards from different factions and their subordinates appearing at the same time, open and secret struggles are inevitable.
In just a few days, the security situation in Baldur's Gate deteriorated sharply, with conflicts breaking out almost every day.
Especially the destructive power of the mage, which is simply unmatched by other professions.
Often, a third-level spell thrown out can cause unimaginable large-scale damage.
Fire and lightning magic can even cause terrible fires.
In addition, the selfish red-robed wizards don't care whether innocent people will be hurt. Occasionally, they may pull up the bodies of those who were killed in the battle and use them as undead cannon fodder. Ordinary people will soon be unable to bear it.
Not to mention ordinary people who had no ability to resist, even several Flame Fist mercenaries responsible for law enforcement were killed.
Chaos, fear, and turmoil quickly spread out from Baldur's Gate.
Many surrounding towns suffered heavy losses in the infighting among the red wizards.
After all, these are three forces, not two.
Among them, Visharoon is one faction, Sazastan is one faction, and Aznar Sruul and his allies are another faction.
Since the three parties were enemies of each other, there was no way for them to communicate effectively, and they all believed that the other side was plotting something incredible, so they acted particularly ruthlessly.
Although the number of mages killed and wounded was not high, the number of deaths among their private armies, mercenaries, and guards quickly reached two to three hundred.
You have to know that these are not the soldiers in the ordinary army who don't even have the LV1 fighter level.
Instead, they are high-level mercenaries with at least LV5 warrior, thief, ranger, bard, barbarian and other professions.
What's even more interesting is that the unusual behavior of the red-robed mages quickly aroused the vigilance of the Harper Alliance and the Zhentarim, and even several nearby druid sects joined in.
There is no doubt that the development of things to this point has far exceeded the scope of Sarevok's control.
At this moment, he was standing in a secret stronghold in the sewers of Baldur's Gate, listening to the reports from his trusted subordinates, his face full of solemn expressions, and his eyes flashing with anger and annoyance.
After several minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why did those red-robed wizards suddenly appear in large numbers in Baldur's Gate? What are their intentions and purposes?"
“I’m sorry, Master.
All we know now is that they are not in the same group.
Instead, they were divided into at least three factions, which were fighting and killing each other.
As for why this happened, we have no eyes or ears in Sel, so we have no idea.
But the mind flayers that migrated from Amn seem to have formed an alliance with one of the factions of red wizards."
A thief wrapped in a black cloak and hood answered cautiously.
It is not difficult to tell from this guy's recognizable attire and dress that he is a spy lurking within the Shadow Thieves Guild of Amn, using the power of the Shadow Thieves to gather information for the Son of Bhaal in front of him.
After all, it has only been a few years since Sharevok learned of his true identity and started planning, so it is impossible for him to expand his business so much.
Many times they either cooperate with other forces, plant spies or bribe their top leaders to use the other party's power to achieve their own goals.
So far, this bald man, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has not only usurped the leadership of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Baldur's Gate, but has also maintained close cooperative relations with many forces such as the Mind Flayer, Shapeshifter, and Irenicus.
In addition to this, he recently played the role of a "filial son" by personally killing his adoptive father and his close allies, swallowing up the Iron Throne Guild of Commerce in one gulp, and using the wealth accumulated over the years to recruit soldiers.
He has currently assembled a private army of about a thousand people, and plans to integrate these people into the army as soon as he gains command of the Flame Fist Mercenaries to ensure that the army obeys his orders 100%.
As for the reinforcements from the Lords' Alliance led by Waterdeep in the north, Sharevok didn't want these nosy guys to come at all.
The reason was simple! He wanted to start a bloody massacre to strengthen his divine power and divinity.
Once the reinforcements from the Lords' Alliance discover that the Baldur's Gate army is nothing but a group of bloodthirsty thugs, they may turn against the enemy on the spot.
As the scion of a god of murder, Sarevok knows better than most of his brothers and sisters that he does not fit in with either the good or lawful camps.
Just as he opened his mouth to ask for more details, a man dressed as a spellcaster ran in from outside in a panic and said in a hurried tone: "Something bad has happened!
I just got the exact news.
Your brother Aberdare has located the bandit camp and is rushing in to kill as many people as he can.
At this moment, the place has completely turned into a purgatory of blood and corpses.
There were all kinds of mutilated corpses and internal organs scattered everywhere. "
What? What did you say? Repeat it to me again! "
Sarevok's voice suddenly rose an octave.
You have to know that there are a total of 400 robbery gangs consisting of earth elves, humans, orcs, half-orcs, ogres and gnolls in the bandit camp.
Even if he did it himself, it would take some effort to kill them all.
But now it's gone just like that.
“Our bandit camp is finished.
In a few days at most, merchants and adventurers should be able to pass the news back to Baldur's Gate.
You'd better make plans quickly.
Once the bandits are no longer rampant, I am afraid that Duke Berthe, who represents the interests of merchants, will immediately demand troops.
You must become the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate before then, or risk being plucked away."
The man dressed as a wizard hurriedly issued a solemn warning.
Although the Merchant Alliance and the Seven Suns Merchant Alliance have been infiltrated by shapeshifters, they are still a long way from complete control.
This means that Duke Bert is still a very powerful political leader.
Especially when Duke Silver Shield and his entire family were brutally murdered and Duke Iltan was poisoned and in a coma, he was the most powerful person in Baldur's Gate, no doubt about it.
In contrast, Grand Duchess Lila Jennas is more often responsible for handling relations with the major temples, and the actual power and wealth in her hands are very limited.
"Damn it! Who can tell me what the hell is going on? How could Aberdare suddenly become so powerful? Has the divinity and divine power in his body also awakened?" Sarevok roared in anger.
As long as you look at the first few bounty notices ranging from one hundred to five hundred, it is not difficult to see that he did not take this half-brother seriously at the beginning.
The main purpose of the raid near Candlekeep was not to kill Aberdair, but to kill Gorion, an old wizard and priest who was extremely threatening and knew the secret of the Sons of Bhaal.
However, it is not ruled out that there is some personal grudge involved.
After all, when Gorion rushed into the sacrificial ceremony of the Baal believers, a total of two children managed to escape the fate of being brutally killed.
One of them was Aberdare, whom he later adopted, and the other one who escaped during the chaos was Sarevok.
So after learning the truth, watching the former being carefully cared for by his adoptive father and growing up little by little in an environment full of love and warmth, it would be strange if the latter did not have thoughts like “How great it would be if I was the adopted person” in his heart.
In fact, Sarevok himself was not quite sure what kind of mentality he had in killing Gorion.
But what is certain is that he never took this brother seriously from beginning to end, even though the other party was taller and stronger than himself (Aberdare was 2.13 meters tall).
The wizard smiled bitterly and explained, "I'm sorry, Master.
Since there were no survivors, we are not sure what happened.
Information gained through the Speak with the Dead spell is vague.
They didn't even see clearly how they were killed.
Many parts of most of the corpses showed signs of being bitten and clawed by giant beasts.
Although there is a bear in Aberdare's group, I personally tend to believe that there is interference from an outside force, possibly a nearby druid sect.
Otherwise, it means that Aberdare, like you, has the ability to transform into a slayer.
I think the second possibility is unlikely.
The accumulation of divinity and divine power is gradual and it is impossible for them to explode suddenly. "
"External forces..."
Sarevok narrowed his eyes in thought.
Almost at the same time, more than a dozen kilometers away from the bandit camp strewn with corpses everywhere, Aberdare and his party were sitting around a campfire celebrating this unprecedented victory.
Various valuable items such as precious magic items, scrolls, equipment, gold and silver coins, precious metal trade bars, etc. were thrown on the ground.
It goes without saying that all these things were stolen by bandits during this period of time through robbery and murder.
But now, all of them have become their spoils.
Imoen, who was lively and active, screamed excitedly, grabbed handfuls of gold and silver coins and threw them into the air to vent his inner excitement.
Without a doubt, the battle at the bandit camp was the most tense and exciting battle she had experienced since leaving Candlekeep.
Despite the help of the white bear cub Artio, everyone is still in danger.
In the end, it was thanks to Aberdare's sudden outburst that they were able to defeat the enemy leader without any danger.
At this moment, Jasira was staring at the son of Bhaal with a very concerned look, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you sure you are okay?"
"Of course! I'm fine now!"
Aberdare raised his arms in a powerful pose and smiled a confident smile.
Because in the previous battle, he killed more than forty bandits by himself, and he felt as if he would never get tired in the crazy killing.
Especially when the killing spree is in full swing, the strength, physique and agility attributes will increase significantly, and the skin will also take on an abnormal and strange color.
In the end, those ogres who were extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary warriors were even suppressed in the collision of pure strength and were eventually beheaded with a single sword.
"I think it's better to be careful. You know, the ferocious expression on your face before was as scary as a hungry ghost."
There was obvious tension and anxiety in Jasira's tone.
As a good friend of Gorion and a member of the Harpist Alliance, she knew very well what kind of evil and filthy blood was flowing in the body of this young man who always stared at her with lustful eyes.
"Haha! There's nothing to worry about! What's wrong with having a ferocious expression when facing the enemy? At least it can scare the other party."
Imoen still looked carefree, constantly searching among the spoils for "little gadgets" that interested him.
Ever since she developed a strong interest in arcane magic, she has become keen on collecting all kinds of magic items and scrolls and never gets tired of it.
Noticing that the little girl with pink hair was making jokes again, Jasira immediately reprimanded her angrily: "Don't think this is a trivial matter.
There are many people in the world who are addicted to killing and eventually become insane.
I don't want Gorion's child to become like that.
Also, where did you get the Ram Ring that you used in the battle just now? As far as I know, that thing is not cheap, and it is not available anywhere casually. "
"Uh-I found this on some bandit corpses before I met you and Khalid."
Imoen lied casually.
The girl did not forget that she had promised Zuo Si to keep the meeting with Friendly Arms a secret.
But there was no way such a clumsy lie could fool a senior harpist.
Jasira questioned bluntly: "Can bandits afford a ram ring worth tens of thousands of gold coins? If they can afford such a high-level magic item, why would they risk their lives to do the cost-free business of robbing people for a little money?"
"Maybe they stole it from the victims?" Imoen argued guiltily.
"Hmph! Do you think someone who can wear the Ring of the Ram can't even deal with a few bandits?"
Jasira's tone suddenly became very stern, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.
Needless to say, she had already noticed the extra ram ring on Imoen's hand.
After all, the shape of this thing is so unique that it looks like a sheep's head.
Coupled with the ability to identify magical items accumulated from years of adventuring, it only takes a few minutes to figure out whether it is real or not.
But Jasira was not sure how Imoen came to possess the ram ring.
After all, the girl is a thief with good pickpocketing skills.
Anyone who has worked with thieves knows how greedy these guys are. They will want to steal other people's valuables when they see them.
She originally thought that the ring must have been stolen from an adventurer.
I was even mentally prepared to be caught up and held accountable.
But who would have thought that after such a long time the owner still didn't come looking.
Coupled with Montaro's inexplicable resurrection, Jasira believed that Imoen must have met someone in the Friendly Arms and received some help from the other party.
But she couldn't really figure out who she had met.
"Hey! Who knows?"
Looking at Imoen and Aberdare, two extremely unreliable problem children, and then at the Zhentarim spies Thrall and Montaro on the other side, Jasira suddenly felt tired.
She never dreamed that this journey would turn out like this.
Fortunately, the bandit camp was finally cleared out, and the team was finally able to set off for Baldur's Gate after collecting the bounty.
As a druid, a messenger of nature, Jasira undoubtedly dislikes cities.
Because in her eyes, cities are like scars standing in the nature, ugly and dirty.
Moreover, people living in cities always need to consume a lot of wood, so they greedily cut down forests and destroy the local ecological environment.
Although the faction to which Jasira belongs does not regard cities and civilizations as natural enemies like the radical Druids, it will randomly select a town and attack and destroy it every once in a while.
But they will also find ways to curb population growth and urban expansion.
But after the incident at the bandit camp, she felt that the letters and notes found in the leader's tent should be handed over to the Baldur's Gate officials as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, Jasira had no idea that Baldur's Gate had already experienced violent turbulence when he entered the dense forest.
It is estimated that by the time the team heads north and enters the city in a few days, the mastermind behind the scenes, Sharevok, will have already eliminated the last obstacle and successfully ascended to power.
What they will face at that time will probably be a hellish level of survival difficulty.
…
At the same time, in the Xuanqi Hall in Baldur's Gate, Zuo Si, who had entered Baldur's Gate quietly, was having a pleasant conversation with a dwarf.
To be precise, the two sides have been talking here for several consecutive days and have fully exchanged views on many philosophical and technical issues.
Obviously, this dwarf was none other than Gond, the god of craftsmanship, who had presented a great gift not long ago.
Since finishing his meeting with Sazastan, Zuo Si decided to visit this rather interesting god since he was already here.
The reason why it is interesting is that Gond's character is just like many stereotypical genius scientists. He doesn't care about the conflict between justice and evil, order and chaos, and is determined to promote the advancement of inventions, technology and craftsmanship.
He and his church are basically the same as the residents of Lantan Island. They always keep a certain distance from other gods and seem a little aloof.
If inventions and the improvement of technological technology did not require the consumption of massive amounts of supplies and rare and precious materials, I believe these technology geeks would not cooperate with the merchants in the Church of the Goddess of Wealth Waukeen.
After all, they invent things not to make more money or for fame, but to enjoy the joy and sense of accomplishment that comes after success.
This is completely different from the situation on Earth.
At the moment, Zuo Si was holding a small box of granular gray substance in his hand, and asked with interest: "Is this the smoke powder you taught the residents of Lantan Island? It is actually made of some special minerals mixed with flame and air element particles!"
"Hahahaha! Incredible, isn't it? On some of the worlds you've been to, most gunpowder relies on intense combustion to generate heat, which causes the gas to expand and generate propulsion.
But in Faerûn, many of the chemistry of other worlds doesn't apply here.
In particular, the ubiquitous interference of magical energy will make any slightly complex chemical reaction become unrecognizable.
I believe you should have a deep understanding of this.
But as the saying goes, when a door closes a window often opens.
Although complex chemical reactions cannot be achieved in Faerun, there are very unique elemental and energy reactions here.
Especially in the underground mineral veins, more magical energy is hidden over time.
This is why gemstones extracted from the ground are usually essential materials for making magical items.
So I invented a divine spell that allows priests to extract the energy of the residue in the ore veins and turn it into the smoke powder you see now.
With it, muskets and cannons naturally came into being.
Therefore, the firearms produced by Lantan Island are all alchemical products, not the kind of industrial assembly line weapons that can be mass-produced and installed as you imagine. "
While saying this, Gunde was obviously very happy, and he could even be said to be dancing with joy.
Combined with his dwarf height and very funny expression, it is really hard to associate him with a majestic god.
“It’s really a wild imagination.”
As he spoke, Zuo Si stuffed the smoke powder particles into the barrel of a flintlock rifle that looked like an 18th-century model, then stuffed a heavy metal bullet engraved with exquisite magic patterns and symbols into it, aimed at the wall behind him and pulled the trigger.
The next second...
BANG! BOOM!!! ...
Along with the sound of the trigger being pulled, an entire wall that was three or four meters thick collapsed, and countless bricks and debris flew everywhere.
Fortunately, all the pastors living here were driven out, otherwise they would probably have been scared to death and had a heart attack.
After the smoke and dust cleared, Zuo Si saw that the force field created by the fired projectiles had completely destroyed the room on the other side of the wall.
Whether it was the marble columns, the furniture, or the ceiling, everything was shattered into tiny pieces as if it had been plowed by artillery fire, and the ground became bumpy.
There is no doubt that the culprit that caused all this, in addition to the seemingly outdated alchemical musket in his hand, was the enchanted bullet that quickly disintegrated and dissipated after being fired.
In terms of power, magic weapons are much more terrifying than ordinary thermal weapons on Earth.
A small pistol bullet can do this, let alone the oversized bullet stuffed into the gun barrel. It can definitely turn the entire Xuanqi Hall and the surrounding buildings into ruins with one shot.
After all, the damage caused by the magic force field is much more terrible than the impact caused by a chemical explosion.
The destructive power of the latter will quickly weaken after passing through several walls and a certain distance. If the damage caused by flying fragments is removed, the killing radius is far less than people imagine.
But the former can continue to exist as long as the magical energy it maintains is sufficient and it is not destroyed by some specific spells.
Coupled with the violent collision and squeezing caused by the extremely high firing speed of the projectile, even a high-level warrior would be half-crippled if hit by one bullet.
In addition, bullets can also increase their penetration by increasing the level of enchantment, attaching a large range of fire, frost, lightning, sonic and strong acid damage, and even make bullets with effects such as dispel magic and disintegration.
The only drawback is one word – expensive!
Whether it is the alchemical musket or the various enchanted projectiles, their prices are not affordable for ordinary adventurers.
To be precise, this is a common problem of almost all high-level magic items, and it is also the reason why magic is difficult to popularize and completely replace technology.
Looking at the place that had become a ruin, Gunde immediately hooked his fingers, used his divine power to restore everything to its original state, and then said in a slightly helpless tone: "There is no other way.
In Toril, magic is the most powerful force.
It has suppressed technology and craftsmanship to a certain extent.
I can only find another way to help my believers gain some power to fight against it.
And most of my followers can't integrate magic into technology like you do and create something refreshing."
"That's because the inventors of Lantan Island are too extreme, always wanting to prove that they can accomplish many incredible feats even without the help of magic.
Otherwise, with their level of intelligence, it shouldn't be difficult for them to become mages.
In my opinion, magic is something that objectively exists in this world, just like gods and faith.
If so, why resist and reject it? I believe you should know from Oghma, the God of Knowledge, that I come from a world where there are no real gods and magic, and where materialism is extremely valued.
But now I am still learning magic, using divine arts, and even maintaining good cooperative relations with many gods.
Many times, the obstacle that hinders a person's progress is not weakness or ignorance, but arrogance in thought and spirit."
Zuo Si fiddled with the alchemical musket in his hand and explained his ideas to the God of Craftsmanship.
In his opinion, such behavior of rejecting objective things through subjective consciousness and emotion is undoubtedly stupid.
Because objective things are not subject to human will.
"So how do you think we should change the current situation of Lantan Island?" Gunde asked with a sad face.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "It's very simple, just let them have more contact with the outside world.
The reason why Lantan Island became like that in the past was mainly because it was too closed and did not have much trade, ideological and cultural exchanges with the mainland.
But now that they have airships with fixed routes, I believe they will soon be exposed to new things outside, which will trigger changes in themselves.
After my West Coast Empire is established, I will also cooperate with Lantan Island in technology and craftsmanship.
It won't be long before inventors realize that learning arcane magic not only doesn't affect their creativity, but can actually give them more inspiration.
Moreover, things like technology and craftsmanship not only need to compete with each other, but also require a large and vibrant market to digest them, and then generate continuous profits to feed back to its creators.
This is a very complex system, and it will take some time for me and the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, to complete it. Please wait and see."
"You mean... business, craft, technology and invention are closely tied together?"
Gunde seemed to understand something, with surprise flashing in his eyes.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly and explained, "No, it's not just that, there is also a strong country and government.
The state is responsible for providing law, order and a fair and competitive market, as well as protecting personal safety and personal property.
Without these, it would be impossible to form a unified market, let alone achieve prosperity in business and trade.
In turn, the prosperity of commerce and trade will promote the development of all industries, allowing people to have a better life and afford more goods, and the government and the country can also obtain more tax revenue.
As people and countries become wealthier, they naturally desire more novel inventions to improve the less convenient aspects of daily life.
Inventions and creations should not be like castles in the air without any support, floating high in the sky and out of reach.
It should exist to meet some needs of people.
Only in this way can this virtuous cycle continue until the accumulated quantitative change turns into qualitative change and triggers a chain reaction.
In addition, I recommend you to go to the God of Knowledge Oghma and read the book "Productivity and Production Relations", as well as the part about the Industrial Revolution in modern history of another world.
After reading this, I believe you will have a clear understanding of this cycle. "
Gund nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll take some time to check it out later. Oh, by the way, do you need me to give you a hint about the drastic changes taking place in Baldur's Gate?"
"Haha, thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary. Because whether it's Sarevok or the other guys who want to fish in troubled waters, they are all under my attention."
Zuo Si smiled and expressed his gratitude to the God of Craftsmen.
Although it was the first time they met, both sides unanimously confirmed that the other was an ally.
"What about Velsharoon and his plans for deification?"
Gunde asked again with a smile.
This time Zuo Si did not continue to shirk his responsibilities, but asked humbly, "Do you know what he dug out in the Purple Dust Plain?"
"Um!
The God of Storms left behind an incredible thing in the ancient ruins in the desert.
Although I can't go into too much detail, you can go back and examine the boy's right eye carefully.
Remember to be careful! The power of that thing is comparable to that of a high-level artifact. If it is accidentally activated, it may turn the entire Athkatra and Amn into ruins. "
After saying this, Gunde turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.
"Is it as powerful as a high-level divine weapon? Something left behind by Talos, the God of Storms?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin with an interested expression.
There is no doubt that Talos, the god of storms, is a very ancient god. Legend has it that he was born from the first battle between the twin goddesses of creation, Shar and Suren.
If this legend is true, then Talos, like many other first-generation gods such as the god of war Tempus and the goddess of magic, was born a god.
The areas he controls are not just storms, but a series of natural disasters that symbolize destruction, including fires, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, lightning, and so on.
The furious gods under his command do not rely on the faith of mortals to maintain their existence, but on their awe and fear.
And because his incarnation image often has one intact eye and the other eye wearing an eye patch, many people believe that Talos has a certain connection with the orc god Gruumsh, and is very likely two aspects split from the same god.
This is not something to be surprised about in the universe where Toril is located.
For example, Corellon, the chief god of the elven pantheon, now has three wives who are all in one, and she has three faces at once;
Mulhorand's god of war, Anhor, was also known as Raman in the Unther Empire, and the goddess Isis was known as Ishtar.
In addition, the dragon god Tiamat also has an aspect called "Takhisis, Queen of Darkness" in the Klein world where the Dragonlance story takes place.
In short, any powerful god with a wide influence often has more than one name and identity.
It's like you use one account to log in to a chat software, then join different chat groups, and change your business card in the group.
Normally, all the aspects of a god will be very close to its camp, and there will not be a situation where one aspect is good and the other is evil.
Otherwise, the divine spark in the outer plane will be torn apart, and eventually evolve into two completely different gods, or even gods that are opposed to and hostile to each other.
This can be seen from the fact that the goddess of luck, Taiji, split into the goddess of fortune, Tymora, and the goddess of misfortune, Benshaba.
As the oldest god in the Crystal Wall system, Talos undoubtedly has a lot of physiognomy, and his names are so many that they cannot be recorded on a page of parchment.
He has been widely worshiped as a god since the ancient Aboleth founded his underwater empire.
Later, after the rise of the creator race, he was also worshiped as the most important god.
As for the later era of giants and dragons, and the era of elves, Talos also firmly retained his throne of great divine power.
When human civilization began to rise, in order to appease this evil god who could create horrific natural disasters, even the great arcanists of Netheril, who disdained gods, maintained the most basic respect for him.
When some scholars excavated ancient tombs, they even found dozens of Talos statues and shrines with different names.
Coupled with the free-spirited character of the chaotic camp, no one can really investigate the source behind Talos, the God of Storms.
Maybe Shar knows, Suren knows, the god of war Tempus knows, the earth goddess Changtiya knows, and the god of knowledge Oghma may also know, but the other gods may not know.
There is no doubt that Gongde's words successfully aroused Zuo Si's strong curiosity.
He really wanted to find out what exactly Talos, the God of Storms, had left behind in the Purple Dust Plains, and why it could allow a mortal to instantly become a demigod with weak divine power.
With this thought in mind, Zuo Si ignored the red-robed wizards who were fighting inside and outside Baldur's Gate, and directly cast a teleportation spell to return to the wizard tower in Askatra.
But as soon as he walked out of the teleportation room, the tower consciousness sent a direct notification saying that a guest from afar was waiting in the living room.
guest?
Zuo Si was obviously a little confused.
Because the tower consciousness did not report the other party's name, this meant that the visitor was not anyone it had seen before.
This instantly aroused his interest, and he immediately rushed to the reception room.
As soon as he walked through the door, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
I saw a humanoid creature made of bloated skin and rotten flesh, sitting on the sofa like a fat otaku, eating all kinds of snacks from modern society on Earth and drinking dozens of different flavors of beverages including Happy Fat House Water, and making pig-like satisfied humming sounds from time to time.
This pile of rotten flesh wore a golden crown inlaid with gems on his head, a gorgeous magic robe on his body, and a strangely shaped staff at his feet.
Judging from the arcane aura released by these three magic items, even if they are not artifacts, they are at least legendary magic items.
As for other magical rings and amulets worn, there are even more.
The most important thing is that what is released from this guy's body is pure negative energy.
In other words, he is an undead creature out and out - a lich.
Since the appearance and identity were so recognizable, Zuo Si had no trouble recognizing that the visitor was none other than one of the few great arcanists left over from the era of Netheril, known as Ovo the Undead.
His unique necromancy allowed him to retain his humanity and various desires after becoming a lich.
Back then, because he fell in love with Leila, the chosen one of the goddess of magic, he almost became the Black Staff of Khelben.
The life box shattering technique he invented made him truly unkillable...
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