"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.

他和他的教会基本就跟兰檀岛居民一样，总是与其他神祇保持着一定距离，显得略微有些孤僻。

如果不是发明创造和提高工艺技术需要消耗海量物资和稀有珍贵的材料，相信这些技术宅们也不会跟财富女神渥金教会中的商人合作。

毕竟他们搞发明创造并不是为了赚取更多的钱，同样也不是为了名声，而是享受那种成功之后所获得的喜悦跟成就感。

这一点跟地球上情况截然不同。

眼下，左思手上正拿着一小盒颗粒状的灰色物质，饶有兴致的问：“这就是您传授给兰檀岛居民的发烟火药？它居然是由一些特殊矿物混合火焰与空气元素颗粒制作而成的！”

“哈哈哈哈！ 很不可思议，对吗？ 在你去过的一些世界中，大部分火药都是靠剧烈燃烧产生热量，从而让气体膨胀再产生推动力。

但在费伦，很多其他世界的化学反应在这里并不适用。

尤其是无处不在的魔法能量干扰，让稍微复杂一点的化学反应都会变得面目全非。

相信这一点你应该深有体会。

不过就像有句话说的那样，当关上一扇门的时候往往也会打开一扇窗。

虽然复杂的化学反应在费伦无法实现，可这里却有非常独特的元素和能量反应。

尤其是位于地下的矿脉之中，日积月累隐藏着更多的魔法能量。

这也是为什么从地下产出的宝石，通常都是制作魔法物品必不可少的材料。

所以我发明了一个神术，可以让牧师们把矿脉中残渣的能量提取出来，变成你现在看到的发烟火药。

有了它，火枪和火炮自然也就应运而生。

所以兰檀岛生产的火器都是炼金物品，而不是你印象中那种可以大批量生产并列装的工业化流水线武器。”

在说这番话的时候，贡德明显十分的高兴，甚至可以说有点手舞足蹈。

再配合他那侏儒的身高，以及十分滑稽的表情，着实很难让人将其跟一位威严的神明联系在一起。

“的确是天马行空般的想象力。”

说着，左思把发烟火药颗粒塞进一把外形如同十八世纪款式的燧发枪的枪管中，然后往里塞了一颗雕满精美魔法纹路和符号的沉重金属弹丸，瞄准后方的墙壁扣下扳机。

下一秒……

砰！ 轰！！！！！！！！！！！！

伴随着扣下扳机发出的响声，一整面足有三四米厚的墙壁应声崩塌，无数砖石和碎屑四散飞溅。

得亏住在这里的牧师们都被赶了出去，不然八成会被吓的心脏病发作。

等漫天的烟雾跟粉尘散去之后，左思这才看到弹丸发射出去所形成的力场冲击，已然把墙壁另外一侧的房间全部摧毁。

不管是大理石柱，还是家具之类的摆设，又或者天花板，统统都像遭到火炮犁地一样碎裂成微小的残片，地面也变得坑坑洼洼。

毫无疑问，造成这一切的元凶除了手中看似十分落后的炼金火枪之外，还有那颗已经在发射出去之后迅速解体消散的附魔弹丸。

就威力而言，魔法武器可比地球上普通的热武器要恐怖多了。

一发小小的手枪弹丸尚且如此，那塞进炮管里的超大号弹丸就更不用提了，绝对能一炮将整个玄奇大殿连带周围的建筑全部轰成废墟。

毕竟魔法力场造成的伤害可比化学爆炸所产生的冲击可怕太多。

后者的破坏力在经过几道墙和一定距离后会迅速衰弱，如果去掉飞溅的破片伤害，杀伤半径远没有人们想象中的那么大。

但前者只要维持的魔法能量足够支撑下去，并且没有被一些特定的法术摧毁，那么它就能一直存在。

再配合弹丸超高射速下带来的剧烈碰撞和挤压，基本挨上一发就算高等级的战士不死也得半残。

除此之外，子弹还可以通过增加附魔等级来提高穿透力，附着大范围的火焰、冰霜、闪电、音波和强酸伤害，甚至是制作带有解除魔法、解离术之类效果的子弹。

唯一的缺点就是一个字——贵！

不管是炼金火枪也好，还是各种各样的附魔弹丸也罢，其价格都不是普通冒险者能够承受得起的。

确切地说，这几乎是所有高级魔法物品的通病，也是魔法难以普及并彻底取代科技的原因。

看着变成一片废墟的地方，贡德立刻勾了勾手指，使用神力让一切恢复原状，然后用略带无奈的语气说道：“没办法。

在托瑞尔，魔法是最强大的力量。

它在一定程度上对技术和工艺造成了压制。

我只能通过另辟蹊径的方式，来让自己的信徒们获得一些可以与之对抗的力量。

而且我大多数的信徒都没办法像你一样，把魔法融入到科技之中，然后制造出一些令人感到耳目一新的东西。”

“那是因为兰檀岛的发明家们太过于偏激，总想要证明自己即便没有魔法帮助也能做到很多不可思议的壮举吧。

不然以他们的智力水平，想要成为法师应该不是什么难事。

在我看来，魔法既然在这个世界上是客观存在的东西，就像诸神和信仰一样。

既然如此，又为什么要抵制和排斥它呢？ 相信您应该从知识之神欧格玛那里得知，我是一个来自没有真正神明和魔法存在、极度崇尚唯物主义的世界。

可现在我还不是一样既学习魔法，又使用神术，甚至还跟许多神保持了良好的合作关系。

很多时候，阻碍一个人进步的障碍并不是弱小和无知，而是源自于思想和精神上的傲慢自大。”

左思摆弄着手中的炼金火枪，向工艺之神阐述着自己的理念。

在他看来，像这种通过主观意识跟情感来排斥客观存在事物的行为无疑是愚蠢的。

因为客观存在的东西不以人的意志为转移。

“那你觉得应该如何改变兰檀岛的现状呢？”贡德有些愁眉苦脸的问。

左思笑着回答道：“很简单，让他们多与外界进行接触就好了。

以前的兰檀岛之所以会变成那副样子，主要是因为太过于封闭，跟大陆并没有太多贸易、思想和文化上的交流。

但现在有了固定航线的飞艇，相信他们很快就会接触外面的新鲜事物，从而引发自身的变化。

等我的西海岸帝国建立之后，还会与兰檀岛进行技术和工艺方面的合作。

用不了多久，那些发明家们就会意识到，学习奥术魔法非但不会影响他们的创造力，反而可以从中获得更多的灵感。

而且技术和工艺这种东西，不仅仅需要相互竞争，还需要一个庞大且充满活力的市场进行消化，然后源源不断产生利润反哺给它的创造者。

这是一个非常复杂的系统，我和财富女神渥金需要一点时间才能完成，请您拭目以待。”

“你的意思是……商业、工艺、技术和发明创造其实是紧密捆绑在一起的？”

贡德似乎明白了什么，两只眼睛里闪烁着惊喜之色。

左思轻轻摇了摇头解释道：“不，不仅仅是这些，还有一个强而有力的国家跟政府。

其中国家负责提供的是法律、秩序和公平竞争的市场，以及对于人身安全和个人财产的保护。

如果没有这些就无法形成一个统一的市场，更无法实现商业跟贸易的繁荣。

反过来，商业和贸易的繁荣会促进各行各业的发展，进而让民众获得更好的生活、买得起更多的商品，政府和国家也能从中获取更多的税收。

当民众和国家都变得富裕了，他们自然会渴望有更多新奇的发明来改进日常生活中那些不太便利的地方。

发明和创造不应该像空中楼阁那样没有任何支撑，高高漂浮在天上让人触摸不到。

它应该是为了满足人们的有些需求而存在。

唯有如此，这种良性循环才会一直持续下去，直到积累量变到质变引发连锁反应。

另外，我推荐您去知识之神欧格玛那里看一下《生产力与生产关系》这本书，还有另外一个世界的近代史工业革命的部分。

等读完之后，相信您就会对这套循环产生一个清醒的认知。”

贡德若有所思的点了下头：“好吧，稍后我抽个时间去看看的。哦，对了，关于博德之门正在发生的剧烈变化，需要我给你一点提示吗？”

“呵呵，感谢您的好意，不过不需要。因为不管是沙洛佛克，还是其他那些想要浑水摸鱼的家伙，都在我的注视之下。”

左思微笑着向工匠之神表达了感谢。

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 worshipped as a god since the ancient Aboleth founded his underwater empire.

Later, after the rise of the creator race, he was also worshipped 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...