“How does it taste?”
Seeing how deliciously Ovo was eating, finishing six or seven cans of carbonated drinks alone, Zuo Si couldn't help but ask.
He was very curious as to whether this body, which looked like it had been soaked in water for who knows how long and had swollen skin and rotten flesh, could really taste anything, and digest and absorb like a real living body, produce various hormones and bring pleasure and satisfaction.
"Very good! I like the sparkling water the best, and these magic beans, each of which has a different flavor."
Ovo burped loudly, patted his round and slightly sagging belly, and an expression that could be considered a smile appeared on his face.
The reason for this description is that the muscles on his face are so loose.
In addition, his pale and swollen skin was sagging so badly that he couldn't smile normally like a living person.
Moreover, this guy exudes a familiar aura.
Whether he was taking snacks and drinks from the magic refrigerator without permission, or eating in a carefree manner, he looked quite relaxed, without any of the nervousness and vigilance that an ordinary spellcaster would have when entering another wizard's tower.
After all, walking into a stranger's wizard tower is equivalent to putting yourself in a very dangerous situation.
If a conflict or even a fight breaks out, we will almost certainly be at an overwhelming and absolute disadvantage.
But Owo apparently didn't need to worry about being killed.
Because he had long ago regarded the continuation of life and existence as a top priority, he invented the legendary magic - Ovo's Life Box Shattering Technique and Ovo's Soul Shattering Technique, and then repeatedly cast them on his own life box until it broke into more than two hundred pieces.
This was followed by constant blocking of divination detection spells on each piece, ensuring that no one could locate the fragments of the phylactery.
Eventually, they will be scattered and thrown to various corners of the planet Toril, as well as other outer planes and the material plane.
No matter who it is, if you want to kill him, you first need to collect all the fragments of the life box.
Even for a god, it would not be easy to find so many fragments of the life box.
Even if Ovo himself did not interfere and the number of fragments did not continue to increase, it would probably take hundreds or even thousands of years to find them.
If Voldemort had learned this spell, Dumbledore would probably go crazy on the spot, and then turn evil and create a Horcrux to make himself immortal, and they would love and hate each other until the end of time.
There is no doubt that among the several "old men" of Netheril, Ovo is definitely the friendliest, most harmless, and most suitable for communication and exchange.
Although he is a fat lich, he is keen on training apprentices and devoting himself to education.
Including the Uskart School of Spellcraft near Belgost which has become a ruin, the Brill Arcane School in Baldur's Gate which also closed down due to poor management, and the Black Hand Brotherhood in Cape Esko, all of which were established under his secret control and funding.
Moreover, to any young person who has obvious Netherese blood and shows outstanding talent in the arcane, Ovo will also generously give knowledge and help, and even personally teach them the magical knowledge, traditions, and culture of the Netherese era.
Of course, the real purpose behind all these actions is to revive and reproduce the great Netherese civilization.
Compared with the puppets in Shade City who have already bowed down to the goddess of night, Shar, Ovo is the great arcanist who truly inherited the spirit of Netheril.
He never believed in any god throughout his life, and would never have even the slightest contact or cooperation with the church of God.
Even towards the magic goddess who controls the magic network, only the minimum level of respect is maintained.
Privately, he was still trying to find ways to circumvent the restrictions set by the second-generation magic goddess in order to cast ten-ring, eleven-ring or even higher-level spells that were higher than the ninth ring.
There are also rumors that this guy is trying to create a new legendary spell to create the lost [Core of Misera].
Of course, as to how much truth there is, only he and the magic goddess Midnight know best.
But Zuo Si, who had read several pages of the Netheril scroll, knew very well that if the magic network with more than nine rings was not opened, it would be impossible to create the [Core of Misera] in Faerun in theory.
Because the most critical spells needed to create this magic device are all ten-ring and eleven-ring.
Thinking of this, he casually picked up a can of unopened fruit juice on the table, opened it, tilted his head back and took a sip, then sat down and asked calmly: "You came all the way from your nest in the High Forest, could it be that you came here just to taste the food and drinks from other worlds?"
"Hahahaha! No, of course not.
In fact, these fun little snacks are unexpected surprises.
Although I've heard that you're a planeswalker who can travel between different worlds at will, I still have some doubts before I confirm it with my own eyes.
But now I believe it.
After all, the packaging of these snacks and drinks and the words on them all prove that they come from another world.
Especially those candies and beans with magical effects are really full of fantastic ideas.
I guess this world must be very peaceful, without the frequent and fierce conflicts like in the continent of Faerun.
Otherwise, the spellcaster would never use his intelligence and wisdom in such a place."
Ovo grinned and let out a slightly shrill laugh, and all the flesh in his body trembled continuously with the laughter.
"Peace?"
Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "How is that possible!
The essence of human nature is selfishness.
How can groups and societies based on this kind of nature be peaceful?
It is just that those countries with greater power transfer their own conflicts to relatively weaker countries in order to maintain their own peace and development.
The two world wars in modern history alone resulted in hundreds of millions of direct and indirect deaths.
Even now, many countries are still at war, and hundreds of thousands or millions of lives are consumed by chaos, hunger and suffering every year.
The only difference is that powerful countries will not take the huge risk of going to war directly.
Instead, they treat third-party countries as battlefields, support their own agents, and use them to compete for resources and expand their sphere of influence.
So their citizens can live in a relatively peaceful environment with abundant resources.”
"Proxy war? It sounds like it would be very interesting..."
There was a strong curiosity in Ovo's eyes.
As an undead lich, he obviously has nothing to do with kindness.
They don't care about the life and death of ordinary people.
There is even a tendency towards paranoia.
Like Mordenkainen, this guy has his own twisted philosophy and values regarding war and killing.
"Yes. For the strong, this is indeed an interesting game, but for the weak it is an absolute disaster." Zuo Si sighed slightly.
Ovo shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly: "You and I are both strong, why should we consider things from the perspective of the weak? In the era of Netheril, the great arcanists had discussed this issue.
The end result is that, aside from those gifted with arcane magic, the rest of the civilians and slaves are essentially a renewable resource and consumables.
They did not play a key role in promoting the development of magic and civilization, and even hindered it to a certain extent.
If training an arcanist did not require selecting from a vast number of infants, constructs or undead creatures could be used instead."
"You mean... the ideal country of the great arcanists in the Netheril era was to completely abandon the common people, leaving them to fend for themselves, and only retain the arcanists and those apprentices with arcane talents?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“That’s right!”
Ovo gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, and explained while stroking his fat chin, “In my opinion, only by completely getting rid of those meaningless civilians can the arcanists break the double shackles of thought and physiology, and promote themselves to become higher beings, or even collectively become one of the gods.
The reason why I chose to study the secrets of necromancy is so that one day I can make arcanists an immortal race and ensure that my offspring are also arcanists.
In this way, Nasriel will enter a whole new stage.
It's a pity that this grand plan had just taken its first step when the idiot Karsus ruined everything.
Over the years, I have sought ways to spread the knowledge, culture, and ideals of Netheril.
But unfortunately, most of the people who were selected were not capable enough, so almost all attempts failed. "
"What does this have to do with me?"
Zuo Si acted as if he didn't care.
He felt that the demise of the Netherese civilization was not at all unjustified based on the attitude of these great arcanists towards civilians.
No wonder Halrua, the wizard nation of the remnants of the Nether, does not miss its past glory at all, but is more willing to maintain its current state.
Especially for gods, occupying the largest number of civilians means many things, including the most important faith and influence.
You should know that most gods cannot exist independently from believers.
Even before the Time of Troubles, Io, the Supreme God of Gods, had not changed the rules within the realm, and the gods still needed to maintain a certain number of believers, or they would be dragged into the Astral Plane to lie dead.
The ancient sun god Amaunator quickly lost faith after the collapse of Netheril and eventually became one of the dead in the astral realm.
It’s just that at that time, God’s own power was not directly connected to believers and influence.
Therefore, the attitude of the Archmages towards civilians determines that most gods except the Goddess of Magic will not like them.
But the fool Karsus chose the only powerful first-generation magic goddess who protected Netheril.
The result is self-evident.
Although several floating cities survived later, they quickly declined because the Deep Web was completely closed to mortals, and eventually became a part of Faerun's tens of thousands of years of history.
In this respect, it is similar to the demise of the Imaskar Empire.
The reasons for the demise of the two ancient magical civilizations can be attributed to their own actions.
Ovo obviously didn't know how low Zuo Si's opinion of Netheril was, and he continued to talk to himself, "Of course it is related. If I'm not mistaken, you and King Shane VII have reached an agreement and are planning to completely integrate the vast land from Wanting to the south of Dragonspear Castle to Kalinshan to build a huge west coast empire, right?"
"Well! This is no longer a secret in the eyes of many people.
But there is one thing that needs to be corrected, that is, my target is not just half of the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
It also includes areas such as Waterdeep, Neverwinter and the Silvermoon Alliance in the north, covering more than one-fifth of the continent.
What I want is not just nominal rule, but integration and unity in politics, economy, culture and ideology.
I want to show the world what a real country is.
This is not directed at anyone! What I want to say is that from the moment the civilization of Toril was established until now, whether it is the creator race, giants and dragons, or elves, Netheril, Imaskar, and the Shan Empire, the countries they established are all unqualified garbage in my eyes. "
As he said this, Zuo Si's eyes sparkled with unparalleled pride and confidence.
Snap, snap, snap——
"Great! That's the attitude and momentum!"
Instead of getting angry when he heard someone calling his country rubbish, Owo clapped and cheered loudly.
Because he recognized Netheril's magical achievements and glory, not its loose and independent political structure.
Especially in the final period before his demise, the internal chaos and confrontations could be said to have made this fat lich extremely disappointed.
But soon, Ovo suddenly changed the subject and asked tentatively with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, after the establishment of the empire, you should vigorously promote magic education and cultivate more arcane spellcasters, right?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes! Since magic is the most powerful force that objectively exists in this world and can be used by mortals, it is crucial to study it in depth.
My plan is to establish a magic academy in every large city, so that all talented people can complete the most basic theoretical education.
In addition, magic-related creations and inventions will be encouraged, allowing arcane spellcasters to become an important force in the country.
In short, we want to build a powerful magical civilization that far surpasses Imaskar and Netheril.
Under my rule, this country will be taken to greater heights than ever before.”
“What a grand blueprint!
I have to admit, your ambition and vision are enough to make any arcane spellcaster feel excited.
If you don't mind, would you mind letting me in on the fun? You see, I have a lot of ancient knowledge from the days of Netheril that I'd like to share.
Don't worry, I'm no threat to your rule.
I just hope that some of the good culture and traditions of the Netheril era can be restored."
Owo stated the real purpose of his trip in a very genuine tone.
Obviously, as one of the very few great arcanists whose mission is to restore the glory of Netheril, what he desires is never power, let alone the establishment of a country called "Netheril".
Instead, it allows the culture and heritage of Netheril to be reborn on the continent of Faerun.
As long as he can achieve this goal, he is willing to make any sacrifice, pay any price, and cooperate with anyone who is worthy of cooperation, even if they are former enemies.
In fact, Owo is not on good terms with the Goddess of Magic, her church and her chosen ones.
He even deliberately induced some talented wizards to study ways to escape the restrictions of the magic network, as a revenge for the second generation magic goddess who closed the deep magic network.
In the beginning, he was actually full of contempt and disdain for Zuo Si, the chosen one of the gods, and thought that he was no different from Elminster and others, and they were all the same kind of people.
But as time went by, the fat lich gradually discovered that Zuo Si was completely different from other voters. He did not obtain his status as a voter because of his belief or service to the gods.
Just the opposite!
He gained the recognition of the gods through his own thoughts and ideas. The relationship between him and the gods was not one of superiors and subordinates at all, but rather they were cooperating on an equal footing.
Recently, he summoned the Eldrazi Titan in the Abyss to directly change the direction of the bloody battle, and also brought down the powerful god Xirik, who was promoted by Io, the god above gods himself. All these proved that he had no respect for the gods at all.
This attitude, which carries a bit of contempt for the gods, makes Ovo feel that Zuo Si is simply the perfect successor to the "spiritual core of Netheril".
That's why I left my nest in the High Forest and traveled thousands of miles south to meet him.
Seeing the expectation in the other person's eyes, Zuo Si stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then quickly responded, "Okay.
I have always welcomed this kind of cooperation.
However, there is one thing that needs special attention.
That is, don't instill in young people the idea that gods are just more powerful arcanists.
Because it is wrong, and very wrong.
God is God, the projection of spirit and faith in the outer plane, and also an ultimate philosophical concept.
I believe that the disaster caused by Karsus is enough to prove many things.
Moreover, God exists objectively, just like the magic net.
Denying them does not make arcane spellcasters more powerful, it only makes them more arrogant and paranoid.
What's more, I am the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, and I don't want the mages taught by the academy to have any conflicts with the church in the future."
Hearing this, Ovo frowned subconsciously, and after pondering for a long time, he asked in a deep voice: "What about the research on bypassing the restrictions of the magic network?"
“My attitude in this regard is that it doesn’t matter.
I believe that today's magic goddess also holds an indifferent attitude.
She was not the second generation magic goddess, nor had she witnessed the terrible disaster with her own eyes, nor was she as determined as the second generation to close the deep magic network.
Moreover, protecting and encouraging research in magic is the innate nature of the Goddess of Magic.
No matter what her original attitude was, she would gradually change her mind under the influence of the priesthood.
In addition, as a planeswalker, I have too many ways to bypass the restrictions of the magic network and cast powerful spells that far exceed the ninth ring.
Legendary wizards can also use legendary spells to cast some spells that were once tenth and eleventh rings.
Therefore, the meaning of closing the Deep Weave no longer exists."
Zuo Si expressed his position clearly.
Whether it's the one-size-fits-all closure of the Deep Demonic Web to mortals, or his philandering ways, or the large number of voters and lovers he created out of idleness, or the infamous preacher wizard rules that created a lot of weird stuff.
In comparison, the current third-generation magic goddess Midnight made some jokes right after she was deified.
But as his understanding of the priesthood deepened, he began to be able to fulfill his duties.
The only problem is that the remaining kindness in her mortal nature often makes her feel conflicted about some magical research that tends to be evil.
After all, the controller of the magic network must be neutral, without any personal emotions or preferences, which is exactly the same as the god of death.
So for now, Midnight and Clemvor are forcing themselves to remain neutral.
"Can you bypass the magic net?"
Ovo's fat and bloated body suddenly stood up from the sofa, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Of course! I am a node connecting different worlds, and I can fill the surrounding area with spellcasting environments from other worlds. Moreover, planeswalkers can directly manipulate energy to form spells."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and cast a very simple spell, which animated the stone snake-man statue that was placed next to him, and made it twist its body and begin to clean up the garbage on the table and the ground.
There was no doubt that the spell did not pass through the magic network, nor did it even draw energy from the surrounding environment.
奥沃敏锐的察觉到了这一点，立刻施展相应的法术来感知周围环境的变化，很快便察觉到空气中密密麻麻迭加了好几种自己从未接触过的原始能量。
其中有的十分狂暴且难以控制，有的则十分温和非常容易被塑造成各种各样的法术。
足足过了好几分钟，他才抬起头用不是很确定的语气问：“只要在你身边一定范围内，就能使用这些来自其他世界的魔法力量？”
左思干脆利落的回答道：“没错。
某些覆盖范围比较大的，甚至可以影响到半径数百乃至上千公里的范围。
所以我才说对于深层魔网的封闭已经没有意义了。
就算你不去研究，我也会找个适当的时机去跟魔法女神谈谈，让她逐步开放深层魔网。”
“原来如此！我这一次果然没有看走眼。你就是那个我一直在寻找，可以重新将耐色瑞尔精神、文化和传统发扬光大的人。”
奥沃的目光中闪烁着激动与期许。
要知道在-539DR魔网崩溃导致浮空城纷纷坠落开始，他就一直在为了这个实现目标而努力。
刨除最开始搜集整理知识和魔法物品的几百年时间，差不多有整整一千七百年之久。
在此期间，除了卡林衫的夏恩王朝还勉强有点帝国的样子，整个费伦大陆上就再也没有崛起过一个像样的魔法国度。
不管是耐色遗民构成的法师之国哈鲁阿，还是实力不俗的塞尔红袍法师，在奥沃眼里都还远远不够格。
但是现在，他终于在眼前这个年轻人身上看到了成功的希望。
“您先别高兴太早。
事先声明，我可是一个掌控欲很强的人，绝对不会允许像耐色瑞尔时代那种以浮空城为中心的松散议会制度。
我要打造的是一个拥有无限权力的中央政府。
所有的机构和组织都必须服从于这一目标，哪怕是法师也不例外。
如果有谁想要在我的统治范围内搞分裂，亦或是建立一个独立于体系之外的山头，我会毫不留情的将其摧毁。”
左思没有任何掩饰的意思，大大方方将自己属于暴君的专制一面展现出来。
因为他本人就是法师，所以太清楚法师骨子里的自私自利，更明白要是给他们太多的自由会引发怎样可怕的严重后果。
看看塞尔天天内斗的红袍法师，在翻开历史瞅瞅耐色瑞尔和伊玛斯卡丧心病狂的政策跟行为，以及他们走向灭亡的原因，就知道让奥术施法者脱离控制或是掌握权力意味着什么。
只有由预言系大法师统治的法师之国哈鲁阿稍微好那么一点。
毕竟这群家伙总能提前预知到未来会发生什么，然后提前做好准备。
当初他们可是预言到了耐色瑞尔的毁灭，后来甚至还预言了魔法女神的再次陨落与魔法瘟疫的降临。
讲个笑话，哈鲁阿的预言系大师们提前预言到了法术瘟疫，但身为预言之神的萨弗拉斯却没有。
就这还有脸自称全见者、预言之王、第三眼……
如此拉胯，难怪会被还是凡人的法师之神阿祖斯打爆，囚禁在一根权杖之中。
直到后来服软并向阿祖斯宣誓效忠，这才被释放出来。
奥沃注视着左思的眼睛，试图从中确认这个年轻人的决心，大概两三分钟左右才无奈的叹了口气：“唉——好吧，我并没有太多的选择，不是吗？不过我希望你能以旅法师的身份来领导他们，而不是以帝国皇帝的身份。”
左思无所谓的耸了耸肩膀：“随便，反正这没什么本质上的区别。而且我本身是个不朽者，既便会衰老也不会死亡，更不存在权力继承的问题。”
“那就预祝我们合作愉快。”
奥沃主动伸出了自己那只已经有点看不出形状的右手。
“合作愉快！”
左思并没有表现出任何嫌弃，而是也伸出右手与对方紧紧握在一起。
当分开的时候，他的手掌上赫然沾满了一层黏糊糊的不明液体。
奥沃看到这一幕立马施展魔法伎俩把粘液清理干净，用略带歉意的语气惊呼道：“啊！不好意思，我忘记了自己的皮肤会渗出一些带有防腐作用的液体。不过别担心，它们并不会对人体造成什么伤害或负面效果。”
“没关系，这并不是您的错。”
左思显然并未放在心上。
开玩笑！
虽然他本人有点洁癖，但好歹也是能面不改色肢解尸体，把四肢、内脏和大脑完整挖出来，然后清洗干净浸泡到防腐液里的狠人。
在当学徒的时候偶尔还要干一些缝合工作和活体解剖。
像这种手上沾染防腐液这种小事根本算不了什么。
“既然如此，那我就先回去整理一下书籍、卷轴和资料，省得到时候手忙脚乱。哦，对了，在博德之门和西哈特兰德一带的小麻烦，需要我帮忙解决吗？”奥沃兴致勃勃的问。
“不，不需要，那里一切都在我的掌控之中。”
左思礼貌的选择了拒绝。
尽管他已经跟这位耐色瑞尔时代的大奥术师达成了合作协议，但却并不怎么信任对方。
至少短时间内不会轻易给予信任。
因为这些“遗老”们都活了太长时间，鬼知道他们心底究竟在想些什么。
作为开创了耐色瑞尔黄金时代的伊奥勒姆，现在是一个夺心魔主脑巫妖，究竟是否还有人性都难说；
巫师之王拉洛克躲在山脉地下，看似人畜无害，但实际上却在谋划着一个惊人的升神计划；
就连阴魂城那个至高城主都泰拉曼特·坦舒尔都有着属于自己的执念。
所以左思有理由相信，奥沃背后肯定还隐藏着某些不为人知的秘密，只不过暂时还没有暴露出来而已。
他必须要制定几个预备方案，以确保在跟对方翻脸之后可以及时反制，降低随之而来的损失。
不得不说，刚刚达成合作协议就开始谋划着怎样对付盟友，也就是他和某个老蝙蝠能干得出来。
永远保持警觉！
永远不轻易相信任何人！
在这方面左思已经差不多快要做到了极致，其精神状态显然一点都不健康，同样也不正常。
只可惜，发展到眼下这个阶段明显已经进入晚期，即便是最好的心理医生来了也治不了。
别说治疗了，心理医生在跟他谈话结束后没疯掉都能算得上是意志坚定。
送走了“不死者”奥沃，左思直接返回位于上层的专属房间，并且让高塔意识给自己的学徒发了通知。
没过一会儿功夫，桑乔就急匆匆的跑了进来，气喘吁吁的问：“导师，您找我？”
“嗯。我想你应该知道，有一群人正在博德之门一带打听你的下落，对吧？”
左思一屁股做到沙发上，一边询问、一边施展抄写魔法把自己脑子里记忆的魔法刺青知识和技术，抄录到一本空白的笔记本上。
桑乔用力的点了点头：“知道！阿托娜已经告诉我了。他们是谁？为什么要追捕我？”
“他们是一个遭到放逐的强大红袍法师手下。至于为什么，那就要问你自己了。”
左思盯着男孩的眼睛，尤其是右眼仔细打量。
但遗憾的是，光靠视觉观察根本没有发现什么异常。
“我……不明白您的意思。”
桑乔站在原地有些不知所措，显然并不知道自己闯下了怎么样的大祸。
“好好想想，在你逃往的这段时间里，是不是偷了一些不同寻常的东西。”左思轻轻用手指敲打着桌面提醒道。
得到提示的桑乔立刻开始回忆自己最近这几个月的悲惨生活，大概过了十分钟左右，这才恍然大悟的尖叫道：“该死！我想起来了！ 有一次我使用自己的随即传送能力，突然出现在一片沙漠的废墟之中，并在那里游荡了一天一夜，直至碰上一群牵着骆驼的队伍。
我当时又累、又饿、又渴，再加上传送能力刚好恢复，所以就趁夜色潜伏过去偷了一个行囊。
行囊里除了少量的水和肉干，还有一个密封的金属盒子。
我吃饱喝足之后打开一看，发现是一颗不断闪烁着回旋电火花的球形宝石，比之前见到过的任何宝石都更加漂亮、耀眼。
我原本还想着把它带到下一个城市的珠宝商店卖掉。
可结果不知道为什么，等再次取出盒子的时候，发现宝石不见了。
也许是在什么地方被窃贼偷走。
哪些人估计就是在找这颗丢失的宝石。”
桑乔不敢有半点隐瞒，一五一十把自己的遭遇全部说了出来。
尽管他性格偏激、叛逆、对生命充满了漠视，但也知道面前的导师是极少数没有恶意，反而愿意教导跟庇护自己的“好人”。
“宝石消失了？”
左思眯起眼睛浮现出若有所思的神情。
"Yes! It disappeared! I swear that when I was on my way to the jewelry store, I saw the gem in the box. But when I arrived at the jewelry store and opened the box, I found that it was empty." Sancho assured solemnly.
"Come here! Come closer!"
Zuo Si hooked his finger at the boy, making it clear that he didn't quite believe what he said.
In other words, he felt that the boy had no idea what was happening to him, just like he had no idea about the power and divinity of Baal in his body.
Sancho took a deep breath and walked up carefully with a hint of panic in his eyes.
From his mentor's reaction, he could already tell that the gem was definitely not an ordinary item, but was extremely precious and rare, and might even contain deadly dangers.
However, Zuo Si obviously had no time to calm the boy down at the moment. He pinched his cheeks and continuously cast various detection and contact magic spells.
But unfortunately, all the spells were like a drop in the ocean with no response at all.
In desperation, Zuo Si could only try to use the power of silver fire.
As a result, as soon as the silver fire was released, Sancho's right eye instantly released a dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, the entire eyeball disappeared out of thin air!
Instead, there was a deep, dark, different-dimensional space that was constantly flashing with sparks of storms, fire, and thunder.
The destructive force that was coming towards him was endless, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.
Could this be what is hidden under the eye patch of the incarnation of the storm god Talos? An eye of God!
No! It should be called the Eye of Destruction or the Eye of the Storm! Zuo Si's face became extremely serious.
"Teacher, what happened to my eyes?"
Sancho also realized that something was wrong, and his whole body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
"You've really gotten yourself into big trouble this time. Don't move! I'll help you take it out!"
As he spoke, Zuo Si began to try to use silver fire to wrap up the other-dimensional space in the eye socket.
But when the silver fire deep in the magic network collided with Talos's divine power, a terrifying lightning and flames instantly erupted and swept across the entire room.
BOOM!!! ...
The horrific destructive power that could not be described in words tore the temporary magical protection into pieces almost instantly.
If Zuo Si hadn’t reacted quickly enough and pulled the boy behind another protective magic, Sancho’s small body would have been gone in a matter of minutes.
After the storm ended, he tried again to use divine power of other attributes, or even the energy bestowed by the Hell Plane as a medium.
After many twists and turns, he finally took out this extra-dimensional space in his eye socket.
As expected, it was something that appeared to be the shape and size of an eyeball, but it was not a physical entity. Instead, it was composed entirely of divine power and violent unknown energy.
Once it comes into contact with anything outside except air, it will explode with a deafening sound and spew out flames and thunder and lightning.
If the destructive power contained in it were to be fully released, it would cover the entire Athkatla and Amn, forming a devastating storm and volcanic belt.
There is no doubt that this item 100% belongs to Talos, the God of Storms, and is also the most crucial item for Visharoon to be deified.
"Okay, now I know what the so-called Conferred God is all about."
Zuo Si carefully fiddled with the Eye of Destruction in his hand and muttered to himself.
To put it simply, the reason why Velsharoon became the Lich God was that he transformed the divine power of the Eye of Destruction, and then became a demigod with weak divine power with the help of Talos, the God of Storms.
In essence, he is no different from other guys who have been promoted from mortals to demigods with the help of the main god.
However, Zuo Si was very curious about where this eye of the storm came from and why it was placed in the desert ruins of the Purple Dust Plain.
Could it be that in ancient times, Talos was fighting with other gods, and his incarnation was blown up and left behind by accident? Or did he suddenly go crazy and dig it out and throw it in there to see what mortals would do after finding it? But Zuo Si quickly drove these messy thoughts out of his mind.
Because Talos, the God of Storms, is a typical chaotic evil.
The biggest characteristic of chaotic evil is that it acts on impulse without any rigorous planning or logic.
Trying to figure out what they are thinking is just a waste of time.
In the Battle of the Spider Queen, the dark girl Eilistraee was too rational. She always tried to predict her mother Rose's behavior based on the information she had, and ended up being defeated miserably.
In Zuo Si's opinion, there are two ways to deal with the chaotic camp.
One is to confront evil head-on with the devil's ultimate order, and the other is to be even more chaotic than the opponent.
After determining the mystery hidden in Sancho's eyes, he quickly used magic and divine powers to create a magical eyeball as a replacement and stuffed it into the empty eye socket.
Because the boy's lost eyeball has been completely integrated with the Eye of Destruction, no spells or regenerative abilities can restore it to its original state, not even a wish.
Fortunately, Sancho didn't care. Instead, he felt grateful for getting rid of such an extremely dangerous thing.
He had witnessed with his own eyes what a powerful and terrifying storm of destruction this eye could unleash.
If I accidentally trigger it one day, the consequences will be unimaginable.
As for what Zuo Si would do with this eye, the boy didn't care at all, and he didn't expect to be able to control the terrible storm...
(End of this chapter)