Because when the power gap between the three parties is not very large, no one party can resist the siege of the other two parties at the same time, and will eventually fall into a stalemate.
If you want to break this stalemate, you can only use psychological warfare or introduce a fourth or fifth party to add more variables.
Most importantly, the sudden appearance of Erinikas made Sazastan and Visharoon realize that they were not the only ones who wanted to compete for the opportunity to become gods, but there were many powerful people hiding in the darkness who were waiting for an opportunity.
So they both gave up the opportunity to decide the winner through a spell duel and began to shift more attention to guarding against possible sneak attackers.
After all, the current situation is that Sazastan holds the Eye of the Storm, and Visharoon has the knowledge to use this eye to become a god.
It can be said that both sides have mastered a crucial part of the Conferred God.
This means that both of them are absolute prey in the eyes of potential competitors who currently have nothing.
Compared to how to seize the other half, the most important thing is how to protect the half in your hand.
Since Sazastan and Visharun had been fighting each other for a long time, they knew each other very well and soon exchanged glances silently.
Just a second later, they attacked Erinikas at the same time.
Among them, Sazastan showed off his unique skills, using the sixteenth-ring spell slot to instantly cast the powerful nine-ring necromancy spell [Energy Absorption].
With the help of the two super demons, Erinikas had no time to react at all, and he immediately felt the terrifying energy-absorbing magic effect all over his body.
This energy absorbs not only magical energy, but also life energy. Many liches and high-level necromancy wizards like to use it very much.
Legendary wizards including Sazastan, Visharoon, Shane VII, Larloch, and Ovo are among the best.
They are even willing to use thirteenth-ring or even higher spell slots to give it instant casting and a series of other metamagic effects.
Larloch even used the eighteen-ring spell slot to add spell power on top of the instant and extreme effect.
The reason is very simple! This spell can weaken a creature from all angles, reducing the target by at least two to eight levels.
And because of the instant cast, it is very difficult to defend.
Once you are hit by one, you will immediately lose a series of blessings corresponding to your level, such as vitality, spell slots, immunity, resistance and other special abilities.
Especially for lost spell slots, even if you use divine spells such as restoration and potions to restore them immediately, the lost spell slots cannot be regained before getting enough rest.
Not to mention the spell slots of one to nine rings, the spell slots of ten rings and above that can only be obtained when reaching the legendary level are basically attacked by energy absorption spells combined with super magic skills and spell effects, and at least two of the highest-level spell slots will be lost in every minute.
This is definitely a fatal blow to a legendary wizard.
What's even more terrible is that Velsharoon also used his highest-level spell slot to instantly cast an extremely effective energy absorption spell.
It was obvious that these two people were planning to drain Erinikas's level directly and then capture him alive to obtain intelligence.
One extreme energy absorption reduces eight professional levels, and two reduces the level by sixteen.
Even a powerful spellcaster above level 30 would be easily weakened by this terrible weakening.
But Erinikas is worthy of being a high-level elf wizard, and his understanding of magic has long exceeded the scope of what most wizards can understand.
After identifying the instant spells cast by the two liches, he, who had been on guard against sudden attacks from the other side, almost simultaneously cast an anti-magic force field.
Since this spell will eliminate all magical power within a three-meter radius of the caster, the powerful energy absorption spell was forcibly suppressed by the anti-magic force field just as it took effect.
It has to be said that in this short confrontation of less than one or two seconds, Erinikas successfully used a ten-ring spell slot to replace the opponent's two sixteen-ring spell slots, which can be said to be a huge profit.
Moreover, before the anti-magic force field effect disappears, you basically don't have to worry about any spell attacks from the opponent, making yourself temporarily invincible.
Of course, also because of the effect of the anti-magic field, he could not cast any protective, summoning or even offensive spells.
Upon seeing this scene, Sazastan immediately realized that this was a powerful being with spellcasting abilities comparable to his own, and that he was not an opponent that could be defeated in a short period of time.
So he quickly adjusted his strategy and did not launch any more attacks. Instead, he cautiously asked, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am! What matters is that you must hand over the Eye of the Storm!"
There was a chilling flash of paranoia and madness in Erinikas' eyes.
Obviously, he did not change at all because the legendary lich in front of him was the chief of the red robe wizard's undead faction. He still had the same attitude of "I must get what I want".
Or rather, the pride of an elf in his bones makes him look down upon any human being.
"Humph! You want to become a god too?"
Sazastan was obviously irritated by the other party's arrogance.
But Erinikas seemed not to hear the ironic tone and nodded as if it was a matter of course: "That's right! I have my reasons for becoming a god! Whoever of you is willing to hand over what you have first, I will promise to help him kill the other enemy."
"Hahahaha! Stirring up hatred at a time like this? Do you think the two of us are fools?"
Velsharoon also laughed derisively.
He did not deny his determination to kill Sazastan.
But compared to hatred, deification is obviously more important.
After all, once you become a god, it means that there is an insurmountable gap between you and mortals.
By then, you won't even need to do it yourself. As long as you give believers and mortals who are eager for power a little sweetness, there will naturally be a large number of cannon fodders rushing to work for you.
"It never hurts to try, right?"
Erinikas shrugged disapprovingly, not taking the failure seriously at all.
After all, he had never expected from the beginning that such a cheap provocation would fool two liches with legendary spellcasting levels.
He simply wanted to confirm whether the two people's sudden joint attack on him was a coincidence, or whether they had temporarily put aside their grudges and formed an alliance.
But now it seems that it was neither a coincidence nor a result of putting aside grudges to form an alliance, but rather it was done out of protecting their own interests.
This means that neither Sazastan nor Visharoon will go all out, but will have to keep enough means to guard against each other.
As a result, the situation once again inevitably fell into a stalemate.
A long-term stalemate means unpredictable changes will occur.
Just as the three legendary wizards were holding their breath and thinking about how to resolve this situation that was unfavorable to everyone, a large number of portals suddenly opened out of nowhere.
Soon after, Aznar Sruul appeared on the battlefield with several red-robed chiefs who opposed Sazastan.
Along with them appeared several other chiefs who took orders from Sazastan.
There is no doubt that the appearance of these people makes the situation more bizarre and complicated.
Because there were so many things to be vigilant and cautious of, even the bravest Erinikas had a nervous and solemn expression.
After all, the red-robed wizards of Sel are not a bunch of useless people like the masked wizards of Askatra. Their high quality and strong strength are quite famous throughout the continent of Faerun.
Although it cannot be compared with the high elven wizard on Evermeet Island, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated.
At least Erinikas would never dare to fight against so many red-robed wizards alone.
In particular, the combined casting ability allows low-level mages to gain enough power to threaten or even kill high-level mages in a short period of time.
"Sazastan, I think we should stop here for today, what do you think?" Visharun took the initiative to suggest.
As more and more red-robed wizards appeared, he realized that his original plan of a quick victory had failed.
What will unfold next is a melee among multiple forces fighting for the only chance to become a god.
Rather than staying and exposing yourself to danger, it is better to retreat early and make other plans.
At least we can reduce risks, preserve strength, and wait for the next opportunity.
The two biggest advantages of becoming a lich are that you have endless time to wait, and that you will never lose your calm and rationality due to emotions such as anger and greed.
"You used legendary magic to blow my castle into ruins, and now that the situation is bad you just want to walk away?"
Sazastan stared with two cold eyes at the enemy who had been entangled with him for centuries.
Velsharon grinned and asked, "What else? Are you still planning to keep me? Don't forget, I still have other options."
As he spoke, the powerful legendary lich turned his gaze to Aznar Sruul, and the meaning of his words was self-evident.
If Sazastan takes a hard approach, he will directly form an alliance with these oppositions and then tear the entire Serbia into two halves to officially start a civil war.
You must know that although there are many factions and conflicts within Sel and the Red Robe Wizards today, they still maintain a unified parliamentary system on the surface.
But if the relationship breaks out and civil war begins, it will inevitably lead to devastating losses and plunge the once prosperous and powerful country into total decline.
Obviously, this is unacceptable to Sazastan, which hopes to unify the entire Ser without damaging its foundation.
So after a long period of silence, the leader of the Undead faction finally uttered five words slowly.
"You can go now."
"Thank you! I believe we will meet again soon."
After saying this, Visharoon sent a signal to his followers and began to prepare to cast the teleportation magic.
But just as he was chanting the spell, dazzling silver flames suddenly flew towards him like sharp arrows at an extremely fast speed and exploded next to his head.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With a deafening roar, the silver fire from the deepest layer of the magic net directly devoured the undead creature and completely decomposed his body into countless residues and fragments that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Velsharoon, the legendary wizard who almost became the Lich God, was killed instantly without even the slightest time or chance to react.
Following the direction from which the silver rocket arrow was shot, everyone clearly saw the petite female figure with long, fluffy and messy silver hair.
She is the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, the Storm Queen Xinbu, the most dangerous and perhaps the most powerful of the Seven Sisters of the North.
The most important thing is that most of the red robe wizards were scared of this woman. They were very afraid of her silver fire and her exclusive spell sequencer that could release several, dozens or even dozens of magic spells in one breath.
If we talk about the several basic spell sequencers currently circulating on the continent of Faerun, the principle is to compress two or even three spells together and then release them in one breath.
Then Xinbu's spell sequencer is to guide the spells previously stored somewhere to one or several targets at once.
As for protective magic...
Sorry, in the face of this kind of firepower advantage that is a mixture of a large number of magic with different energy attributes, most of the defensive spells will be penetrated instantly.
Sometimes the sequencer would be interspersed with the release of advanced dispel magic to ensure that the kill could be completed quickly.
So when Xinbu appeared, many red-robed mages began to subconsciously become nervous and sweaty, and some low-level mages simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
Because, based on years of experience in fighting, the Storm Queen usually disdains to attack those who have fallen to the ground and have lost the ability to resist.
There is no doubt that with the notoriety established by violent means, Xinbu is now equivalent to a special treasure against the red-robed wizard, and its deterrent power is maximized.
What's more, she didn't come alone this time. She was accompanied by a beautiful woman in her thirties who looked mature and charming.
Creepy magical flames surrounded the latter's body.
Perhaps the outside world is not very clear about who this stranger following the Storm Queen is, but the red robed wizards know it very well.
She is the famous Queen of Cursed Fire - Sandra Hessel, a ruthless person who is no less dangerous than the former.
It is said that in a battle that broke out in Zhentil Keep, a mad Sandra Thistle defeated Manshoon and Fuzor Chamberlain single-handedly, killing a large number of their men in the process.
Even Manshoon's wizard tower was blown off the cliff by the power released by the fierce curse fire.
Since the power of cursed fire has some characteristics such as magic absorption, energy enhancement, and medical treatment, it has a strong restraint on the caster and is a typical "kill at first sight".
Among them, the magic absorber can extract energy from the spells cast by the opponent, while the healer can use the absorbed energy to heal the injuries suffered by itself.
This means that unless the cursefire user can be killed in one round, he can absorb energy indefinitely to restore himself to his original state, and consume all the spell slots, scrolls and magic items of a spellcaster.
If you don't understand the power of the Cursed Fire Bringer during a battle, there is a high probability that you will be pinned to the ground and beaten.
But the problem is that this extremely special power of Curse Fire is extremely rare and cannot be mastered through learning. Instead, it needs to be passed on to the next generation through bloodline.
Therefore, more than 90% of spellcasters may not even know what cursed fire is, let alone understand its principles and essence.
So to a certain extent, Sandra Hisel poses a much greater threat to the red robe wizards than Xinbu.
Looking at these two powerful women who stood at the pinnacle of mortal power, Sazastan's heart sank immediately, and he narrowed his eyes and asked: "What on earth do you want to do in Cyre?"
"Why, are you scared, Sazastan?" The Storm Queen asked with a slight smile on her face.
It can be seen that killing Visharon made her feel quite good, and there was even a faint smile on her face.
As a madman who made a bet with others to see who could kill a hundred liches first and eventually won, Xinbu would not make precise calculations and predictions like Elminster and Khelben when he took action, but instead emphasized the word "reckless".
As the saying goes, a fool is better than an expert.
Many of her defeated opponents were unable to adapt to this kind of mindless massive spell bombardment and were ultimately defeated miserably by her.
Just look at Visharon, who has been reduced to bone residue, and you will know how terrible it is to become Xinbu's enemy.
Often, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed up by the overwhelming spells.
Even Erinikas, who was confident in himself, subconsciously took two steps back, wanting to stay away from these two dangerous women.
"Scared? How is that possible! This is Sel! This is our Red Robe's territory!"
As he spoke, Sazastan glanced at the other chiefs who were his enemies, as if hinting at something.
Aznar Sruul obviously heard the voice-over and immediately stood up and said in a pretentious manner, "That's right! This is Sel! Queen of Agrallon, I advise you to leave immediately, otherwise don't blame us for taking revenge later.
We may not be able to do anything to you, but the civilians of Agrallon will have to pay the price for your actions."
Hearing these threatening words, Xinbu's face suddenly became fierce and unusual: "What did you just say? Do you dare to repeat it again?"
moment!
Aznar Sruul felt that he was being targeted by the Queen of Storms and the Queen of Cursed Fire at the same time. Beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He opened his mouth several times and wanted to say something harsh to save his face, but gave up at the last moment.
Because he witnessed how Visharon was killed instantly, he couldn't guarantee whether he could really withstand it.
What's more, the current situation is so complicated and delicate, God knows what Sazastan will do.
Don't let yourself be calculated and used by the other party, that would be very embarrassing.
Seeing that Aznar Sruul chose to follow his heart under Xinbu's intimidation, Sazastan immediately revealed strong contempt.
With such a broad mind, bearing and courage, you still want to replace me as the ruler of Cyre? What a joke! Only the strong are worthy of leading the Red Robe Mage Organization to realize that huge ambition! Thinking of this, Sazastan stood up decisively, slowly raised his hand to show everyone present the crystal ball that sealed the eye of the storm, and said meaningfully: "I know that you are all here for the eye of Talos, the god of storms.
But I can tell you clearly that no one can snatch it from me.
Especially you, Storm Queen Simbu.
If you dare to run wild here, I will release it over Agrallon tomorrow.
Your cherished country will be engulfed by a terrible storm, and millions of civilians will die in a few days."
At this point, the lich paused for a moment, turned around and looked at Erinikas: “As for you, unknown wizard, I will use it to destroy you as well.
Believe me, your pitiful magic power is completely useless in the face of Talos' destructive power.
So I sincerely suggest that you leave Sel immediately and disappear from my sight completely. "
"Oh? Are you really willing to do that?"
Xinbu obviously saw through Sazastan's bluff at a glance, and suddenly released the silver fire in his body, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.
"Wouldn't you know if you try it?"
Sandra Hessel also increased the power of her cursed fire to the extreme.
Everyone could clearly see that a crown-shaped flame was slowly rising above her head.
There is no doubt that this is the most powerful power of the Cursed Fire Messenger - the Fire of the King.
While this spell is in effect, it absorbs all magical attacks.
Yes, you heard it right, all magic attacks.
Including one to nine rings and even more than nine rings.
This is why the Cursed Fire Bringer is said to be the nemesis of all spellcasters.
If the weapon's enchantment level is not high enough or its hardness is not strong enough, it will melt into a pool of molten iron the moment it touches the crown of fire, and may even cause serious burns to the weapon holder.
"Do you really have to force me like this? Don't you know that Soth is behind all this?"
Sazastan's tone was filled with anger.
"So what? The eye of the storm is in your hands now, not in Soth's. You should blame yourself for being too greedy and being attracted by the bait he threw."
As a typical chaotic neutral camp, Xinbu is obviously not a reasonable person.
In her opinion, although it was wrong for Zuo Si to use the Eye of God to trade with the Red Robe Wizard, he was still one of hers after all.
Even if they fall out with Elminster and start a confrontation, it is not the place for outsiders to point fingers.
"So you came here today just to fight to the death with me?"
Sazastan was obviously going mad, with a terrifying red light flashing in his pupils.
First, Zuo Si cheated him out of the complete set of magic tattoo making technology of the Red Robe Wizard; then he was used as a tool; finally, after paying a huge price to get the Eye of the Storm, he found himself falling into an extremely huge pit.
He didn't even have time to study the power contained in the Eye of God, and his nest was reduced to ruins by a legendary spell.
Powerful enemies come one after another.
If Sazastan had not been sure of victory, he would have exploded long ago.
"Hahahaha! Do you think you still have a chance of losing everything?"
Xinbu raised his chin slightly and laughed wildly.
Just as she was about to call on Sandra Hisel to join in the fight, Erinikas suddenly said, "Sir Sazastan, I think we can conclude an alliance now. What do you think?"
"Hmm? You mean..."
The lich suddenly turned his head and stared at the mage with exaggerated muscles who had just attacked him as soon as he appeared.
"That's what it means literally.
I am not a greedy person.
As long as you agree to give me half of the power in that eye, I will become your most loyal and reliable ally.
After all, the Eye of the Storm can turn a mortal into a demigod, which means that even if its power is divided into two halves, we can still complete the transformation from mortal to god.
Also, I have some research on God, divine power, and divinity.
It can bypass Velsharoon and complete the process of deification on its own.
I believe you will be interested.
After we are deified, we can continue to maintain this alliance and work together, just like the three gods of death did back then."
Erinikas extended an olive branch at a critical moment.
He obviously didn't want Simbu and Sandra Hisel to take the Eye of the Storm away from Sazastan, so after thinking for a moment he decided to help the latter.
"What?!"
Sazastan was shocked at first, and could hardly believe that this legendary wizard, whom he had never heard of before, actually possessed such amazing knowledge.
But he soon realized that this proposal was quite good. At least he didn't have to spend time getting the knowledge necessary for deification from Velsharoon. He responded without hesitation: "Deal! But I need to confirm the authenticity of that knowledge first!"
"No problem! But before that, let's join forces to deal with these two menacing women."
As he spoke, Erinikas quickly displayed the divine power he had taken from the Son of Baal.
In the blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty divinity transformed it into a killer, and it pounced directly on the Cursed Fire Queen Sandra Hisel.
Since it was also blessed with an anti-magic force field, the latter's cursed fire could not cause any harm to it at all. It could only rely on a power called "ascension" to fly briefly and create distance.
As for Sazastan, he activated a wishing scroll and directly restored his previously consumed spell slots by making a wish, and used his best skills to fight against the Storm Queen Xinbu.
Instantly, the entire sky above the castle ruins was filled with dazzling arcane light and instant magic.
Although in the battle with Sazastan, Xinbu always held the upper hand.
But on the other side, Sandra Hisel was suppressed by Erinikas and was in a miserable and dangerous situation. She was almost torn to pieces by the killer's sharp teeth and claws several times.
After all, the most powerful aspect of the Cursefire Messenger is that he can absorb the opponent's spell power and then transform it into his own Cursefire energy to heal injuries, or even attack the opponent in return.
But now, Erinikas gave up casting spells and instead cast an anti-magic force field on himself, using the power of the Son of Bhaal to transform himself into a killer and engage in hand-to-hand combat, thus completely eliminating Sandra Hisel's biggest advantage.
This is also why he dared to come to Cell alone to seize the Eye of the Storm from the hands of many powerful people.
"Xinbu! Help me! I can't hold on any longer!"
After suffering continuous fierce attacks and suffering several wounds deep enough to reveal the bone, Sandra Hisel finally couldn't help but ask for help from her allies.
"Damn it!"
The Storm Queen couldn't help but curse under her breath, and she left Sazastan and teleported a short distance to her ally. She raised her hand and released a force field wall, which immediately blocked the killer who was rushing towards her.
There is no doubt that Wall of Force is one of the very few magics that will not be affected by the anti-magic field and can continue to be effective.
In addition, the Rainbow series of spells, artifacts, and divine powers are also unaffected.
The silver fire bestowed upon the chosen people by the Goddess of Magic is naturally included in this.
This is why when Elminster was young, he was often able to defeat spellcasters who were more powerful than himself in spell duels.
He only needs to get close to his opponent, then release an anti-magic force field, and then use his swordsmanship and the power of silver fire to defeat his opponent within a few rounds.
Just when Xinbu was about to use silver fire to severely injure Erinikas who had transformed into a killer, he suddenly heard Sazastan in the distance chanting long passages of spells, as if he was preparing a legendary spell of incredible power.
But it was too late for her to counterattack, and she could only pull Sandra Hisel back quickly.
After leaving the influence of the anti-magic field, he instantly activated the teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.
After just a few minutes of fierce confrontation, everything finally returned to calm.
Sazastan even interrupted his concentration on casting the spell and quickly stood with the red-robed chiefs who obeyed his orders.
After estimating the power gap between the two sides, Aznar Sruul decisively led his men to choose a strategic retreat.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the power of the combination of Erinikas' anti-magic field and the transformed killer, and for the time being he could not find any way to break it.
Thus, a great war ended in a whimper.
But Sazastan is undoubtedly very clear that he is now completely exposed to the sun and may face new challenges at any time.
So he quickly negotiated with the transformed Erinikas, and finally reached a condition that both sides could barely accept, and they temporarily became allies in name only.
They all knew very well that once the other party found an opportunity, they would definitely try every means to seize the Eye of the Storm and take all the power sealed inside.
…
At the same time, far away on the streets of Baldur's Gate, Aberdare and his group were fleeing frantically, avoiding pursuit from the Flaming Fist mercenaries.
Because they had just entered the city and wanted to expose Sarevok's crimes, they were framed by an officer controlled by a shapeshifter.
Before Jasira could even explain himself, all kinds of blame were put on him.
In less than a day, this team was labeled with a series of titles, including the murderer who poisoned and killed Duke Iltan, the real culprit behind the massacre of Duke Silver Shield's family, the sinister villain who attacked Duke Bert, and the assassin bribed by the Zhentarim.
In order to squeeze out the most usefulness from his brother, Sarevok dumped all the things he had done on Aberdare.
Having successfully obtained the position of Duke, he no longer intends to continue playing this game of house, but is eager to launch a war and massacre as planned.
The desperate team had no choice but to follow the advice of Thrall and Montaro and came to the Zhentarim stronghold in Baldur's Gate.
Ximamon, who had already arranged everything, was now sitting in the secret room, looking with interest at the tall son of Baal, as well as the harpists Jasira and Khalid beside him.
After a full minute, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and said with a half-smile: "I already know about your situation and request. But everything has a price. I think you won't object to this, right?"
"Of course! As long as you can help kill Sarevok who framed us! I am willing to pay any price! Do anything for you!"
Aberdare, who had long been blinded by hatred, made the promise without hesitation, without paying any attention to Jasira's desperate winks.
He was not a kind person to begin with, but a mercenary who was greedy, lustful, and impulsive.
As long as the employer pays him enough, he doesn't care who he kills.
"Haha, very good, I like your decisiveness and straightforwardness.
However, since Baldur's Gate is now completely controlled by Sarevok, it is impossible to clear your name here.
Now, I can only offer one other option.
Join the forces of Zhentil Keep and slay Sarevok in the coming decisive battle.
"I wonder what you think?
Xi Manmeng calmly put forward the conditions he had prepared.
He had already received instructions from Zuo Si to lead Aberdare's party to the battlefield near the Troll's Claw, so that the two sons of Bhaal could meet and meet their fate.
However, what Ximanmeng couldn't understand was why Zuo Si thought that this guy in front of him, who looked stupid and easily manipulated, would be a match for the ambitious and powerful Sharevok.
"I have no objection. But now the entire Baldur's Gate is chasing us. Do you have any way to let us escape?" Aberdair asked gritting his teeth.
"Of course! In fact, we have already dug several secret passages under Baldur's Gate that lead directly to the outside of the city. But the problem is that this service is not free."
While saying this, Ximanmeng deliberately pretended to be greedy, took out a gold coin, flicked it high with his thumb, and then grabbed it with his palm.
"How much?"
Imoen probed cautiously.
After this period of adventure, she has realized how dangerous the outside world is.
Especially in a situation like this where the other party is forced into a desperate situation, they will definitely ask for an exorbitant amount of money.
"Hey! Fifteen thousand gold coins!"
Ximanmeng smiled and quoted a price that made everyone stunned.
"Asshole! You are taking advantage of someone's misfortune to rob him!"
Aberdare flew into a rage and smashed the hardwood table with his fist, creating a crack on it.
Obviously, as his divine power and divinity continued to increase, he had begun to gradually move away from the realm of mortals and display some qualities of divine creatures, such as his ever-increasing strength and physical attributes.
But Ximanmeng was not panicked at all, instead she kept smiling and explained: “Don’t say that.
robbery?
I have never been willing to do such low-skilled work.
What's more, don't you think this makes money much faster than robbery?
Mark my words, young man.
In this world, if you want to make big money, you have to be able to provide a service that others can't refuse.
This way, you can quote whatever price you want.
Because the other party has no choice at all.
Of course, if you think it's too expensive, you can turn around and leave, fighting your way through hundreds of Flame Fist mercenaries.
If this works, I guarantee you'll be famous all over the West Coast."
Seeing the vampire wizard's fearless look, Aberdair felt like he was about to explode with anger. He turned around and wanted to leave to fight the Flame Fist mercenaries on the street outside.
But Jasira took a deep breath and stopped him, whispering: "Don't be stupid!
Although you are a powerful warrior, it is absolutely impossible for you to fight your way out among hundreds of Flame Fist mercenaries.
Not to mention, don't forget Sarevok and his men.
If we reveal our location, it would be basically the same as committing suicide.
Do you wish to kill everyone on the team?"
"But I can't swallow this!"
Aberdare raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes filled with madness and murderous intent.
"Then save your anger for Sarevok! Crush his plots and ambitions on the battlefield!"
Jasira tried to divert the wrath of the Son of Bhaal and calm the boiling power and divinity.
She knew very well that the power of the God of Murder in Aberdare was growing stronger as the killings continued.
This was completely opposite to what Gorion had originally wanted to achieve.
But the problem is that Jasira is just a druid and has very limited knowledge of divine power and divinity. He has no idea how to solve the problem and can only try to delay and divert the situation so that it does not completely get out of control.
"Huh - okay! I'll listen to you!"
After taking several deep breaths, Aberdare finally suppressed his bloodthirsty impulse. He suppressed his reluctance and anger, took out some gold coins and bills, and paid a full 15,000 gold coins in "tunnel usage fees."
Soon, he and several other people entered the narrow passage that was less than two meters high and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
After the team members had completely walked away, Ximanmeng immediately took out his Shuoyou mobile terminal and dialed the first contact at the front.
After about three to five seconds, Zuo Si's image and voice were transmitted through the machine.
"You contacted me at this time. Do you have something important to report?"
Ximanmeng nodded quickly: “Yes, sir.
According to the script and requirements you provided, I have led Aberdare and his party to the designated battlefield.
Sarevok also became the Duke of Baldur's Gate and was about to lead his army into battle.
This wonderful drama is about to begin.”
"Is it finally about to begin? If so, let's add fuel to the fire.
After Fuzzol Chamberlain had cleared the surrounding towns, he immediately marched westward, as if he was going to attack Baldur's Gate.
Also, keep an eye on the shapeshifters and other forces in Baldur's Gate.
After this good show is over, I will clean up the place and clear away all the dirty things that cannot be seen in the light."
Zuo Si gave instructions quickly with a playful expression on his face.
"As you wish!"
Ximanmeng bent down and bowed gracefully.
It was not difficult to tell from the joy revealed in his eyes that he very much enjoyed working under Zuo Si.
Because the latter can always provide almost unlimited resources and power for their own deployment.
This is completely different from the Zhentarim under Manshoon's leadership.
Especially top fighters like Wilmes and Kurremos can give Simamon enough spare capacity to deal with various variables when executing many plans.
Moreover, Zuo Si was very determined to delegate power. Basically, after giving orders, he would allow his subordinates to exercise their subjective initiative and would never interfere or micro-manage without reason.
Ximanmeng was deeply fascinated by the feeling of being able to freely display his talents.
What's more, there is a smart mobile terminal in your hand that you can never get tired of playing with.
Even when he was resting in the coffin, he had to hold this thing to feel at ease...
(End of this chapter)
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