It is through here that the nobles and wealthy businessmen who own large tracts of land can transport the output of farms, orchards, vineyards and various types of animal husbandry in a continuous manner using the cheapest means of transportation to the most densely populated areas in the north near the capital, Odullin, for sale.
On the one hand, they make considerable profits, and on the other hand, they keep the prices of local necessities from rising too outrageously.
On the return voyage, the ships would be loaded with a range of handicrafts such as cloth, spices, carpets, iron and steel products, as well as art and crafts such as paintings, sculptures, and bronze statues.
Since the entire southern region of Sambia is dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry, these kinds of goods can often be sold at a good price.
From an economic perspective, this is obviously a typical complementary economic structure.
As long as trade can be maintained stable, the ruling classes in both the North and the South can gain enough benefits from it to maintain the stable operation of the country.
But now, as uprisings and riots caused by the Great Famine spread across Sambia, the country was divided in two along the Akan River.
The most densely populated northern region is where many heroes have emerged. Except for a few large cities that are still in the hands of the oligarchic groups, the countryside and towns have basically fallen. There are more than a dozen forces calling for overthrowing the government and reorganizing the country. People's brains are going to be beaten into dog brains.
In contrast, the South had a relatively sparse population and many plantations adopted serfdom, so even if there was a shortage of grain, there would be no complete food shortage.
What's more, there were enough fruits, dairy products and meat to fill their stomachs, so the size of the rebel army was relatively small.
Under normal circumstances, with the strength of the nobles and big merchants of Sembia, it should be easy to put out these flames as long as they pull out the young and strong men among the overseers and serfs to form an army.
But the problem was that the coalition forces formed by these guys were attacked by the church armed forces led by Selul Anji on the way before they could enter the uprising area to encircle and suppress it.
The latter, with a force of less than 350 men, directly defeated the former's defenseless army of more than 4,000 men.
Especially when the overseers and nobles died, the serfs who were forcibly conscripted had no intention of resisting at all, and they laid down their weapons and chose to surrender.
By recruiting and reforming the prisoners, Selul Anji suddenly gained two to three thousand additional troops.
She then led the army to conquer the east and the west, and soon occupied large tracts of farms, ranches and plantations, and had become the most powerful separatist force in southern Sambia.
The capture of Uraspil three days ago through internal and external cooperation was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of the southern ruling group of Sambia.
Without this port, they could no longer obtain weapons and armor from the north or even the outside world, nor could they sell what they produced.
As for the Kingdom of Cormyr, which is connected to the south by land, it had completely closed its borders at the beginning of the unrest, and now even merchants are prohibited from passing through.
This means that if they fail to quickly defeat Celul and retake Uraspil, the oligarchs will be trapped to death in their own industries, and will eventually have to watch their land, wealth, and serfs being eroded bit by bit before they are completely destroyed.
Not only that!
Celul's move to free a large number of serfs and give them land also made them feel very uneasy. They had to spend a lot of money to hire guards to prevent possible serf riots at any time.
After all, although the serfs of Sambia lived better than the real slaves, now that they had the opportunity to gain freedom and their own land, who would be willing to continue to be a serf?
Many farmers and ranchers who were slow to react had their entire families, young and old, killed on their own estates by the sudden rebellion of serfs.
After succeeding, the latter will quickly surrender to Selul and accept his rule.
In this environment where everyone was in danger, a large number of wealthy people were forced to give up their manors and castles and move into the city of Darren.
Only in a big city like this with a professional army, law and order can they barely get a sense of security.
There is no doubt that the capture of the port of Uraspil means that the forces under Celul have completely grasped the strategic initiative.
What she wants now is to digest the occupied territory and train those soldiers into elite troops.
This would allow them to formally attack the city of Darren, completely destroy the last stronghold of the nobles and wealthy merchants in southern Sambia, and permanently end their rule.
At this moment, the young woman who had fallen from a paladin to a dark guard was standing on the upper floor of the municipal building in Port Uraspil, looking out at the bay in the distance.
After several minutes, she asked without turning her head, "How is it, have the pastors of the Bane Church agreed to cooperate with us?"
A middle-aged officer standing at the door nodded vigorously and answered excitedly: "Yes, Ms. Seluel.
Just half an hour ago, they decided to join your camp after consultation and sent priests and dark guards to provide services to the army.
In addition, the churches of Talos, the god of storms, Umberlee, the goddess of the sea, Waukeen, the goddess of wealth, and Gond, the god of craftsmen and crafts, are also willing to recognize your rule over the city.
However, the churches of the goddess of luck Tymora and the lord of the dawn Lathander have not yet made any statement.
In addition, when we counted the warehouses at the dock, we also found iron ingots, weapons and armor shipped from the north, which could arm about a thousand people, as well as a lot of oil, bacon, dried meat, cheese, apples and wine ready to be shipped to the north.
These supplies can greatly alleviate the pressure we are currently facing from the shortage of food reserves and weapons and equipment.
The most important thing is that we have obtained a lot of ships, which can directly threaten the two major cities of Serlon and Sergant in the north by sea and land, so that they dare not send reinforcements to the south to support Darlon.
Once our army captures Darren, you can be crowned queen there and declare yourself the legitimate ruler of southern Sembia."
"No, Inigo. You should know that I am not doing this to become a queen, nor for power, but to practice the great Lord Soth's philosophy of ruling, to do good things with evil means."
While saying this, Selul raised her chin slightly and revealed an extremely pious and fanatical expression.
Because as her power in Sambia grew, she could feel more and more how powerless kindness and justice were in ruling a country.
Only iron and blood, violence, killing and death can stop the endless greed of mortals and make the ignorant and foolish civilians obey the leadership of the more far-sighted elites.
In fact, when accepting the serfs who started riots and killed their masters, Selul encountered many guys who were blinded by greed.
These people were originally just serfs.
But after successfully leading the riot and occupying the manor, he not only wanted to keep the wealth and land he had robbed, but also hoped to obtain the corresponding official position and power to become an independent lord.
Others simply declared themselves kings, becoming the masters they once hated the most, and then continued to enslave other serfs to serve them.
The most terrifying are those lunatics who have tasted the sweetness of plunder.
They will destroy everything around them like locusts, venting the pent-up anger, dissatisfaction and growing desires in their hearts, leaving ruins wherever they pass.
Since there was no clear guiding ideology and most serfs had little education, their uprisings were often destructive and destructive, without any planning or vision at all.
When dealing with these guys, rely on kindness and justice? Use the eloquence to persuade them, and use the personality charm of the holy warrior to move them? Don't be kidding! Many envoys sent to negotiate would be humiliated or even brutally killed.
Several female messengers were even subjected to repeated violations that are beyond description in words, and when they were rescued, their consciousness was in a trance.
Celul led his army to slaughter these thugs without mercy, using naked violence to tell everyone the consequences of resisting his rule.
Subsequently, a high-pressure policy was adopted, forcing the remaining serfs to continue working the land, and land was distributed to those who were obedient. Agricultural production and local order were soon restored.
What's even more ironic is that the serfs who were violently suppressed would thank her in return.
Because compared to the chaos in other parts of Sambia, the areas under Serul's iron-fisted control are extremely safe and stable, and there are basically no mobs, robbers, and bandits to be seen.
The officer called Inigo placed his hand on his chest, bowed deeply and said, "I understand what you mean, and I also agree with the ruling philosophy advocated by the church.
But no matter what, Sembia must have a supreme ruler.
And you are the perfect person in my mind.
I believe that the great Lord Soth will also agree with this."
Before he finished speaking!
A familiar voice came from the door of the room: "You are right, I totally agree with this."
"who?!"
Inigo jerked out his sword and turned around in a defensive stance.
Since the port of Uraspil had only been occupied for a short time, assassins, nobles, and remnants of wealthy businessmen would often jump out to carry out assassinations.
However, when he saw the true face of the person who came, he suddenly froze in place, unable to move, and his pupils dilated rapidly, revealing an intense fear.
Although the officer did not recognize Zuo Si who was walking in front, he recognized the huge hell demon following behind Zuo Si.
Any high-level devil like this one, located at the top of Baator Hell, can easily destroy a city, not to mention a small port town with a population of only more than 20,000 people.
"Long time no see, Celul Dark Hope. I never thought that after leaving Zhentil Keep, you would come to Sembia and cause such a big commotion."
Zuo Si looked with interest at the woman in the distance with short golden hair and wearing dark heavy armor.
Different from the immature appearance when they met last time, she now has a well-proportioned figure and slightly strong muscles, and has become a very outstanding military commander and leader of a faction.
Especially in the process of practicing the concept, the continuous power feedback and dark guard level obtained made Selule extremely powerful.
After a while, it might even be possible to cross the threshold and become a terrifying legendary dark guard.
There is no doubt that she accepted Zuo Si's thoughts and ideas almost completely.
Although he does not believe in Bane, the god of tyranny, he is an out-and-out cruel tyrant.
"My Lord?!"
Seluel's eyes instantly flashed with surprise. She quickly ran over from the window sill, knelt on the ground with a plop, took up Zuo Si's hand and kissed the magic ring on his finger affectionately to show her obedience. Then she asked in an uncertain tone, "What brought you here?"
"It's all because of this church you founded."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his head and glanced at the shrine on the cabinet and his own bust, and immediately couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
He felt very uncomfortable when he thought about a large group of people praying and worshipping him every day.
“What’s wrong with this church?”
Seluru blinked in confusion.
Zuo Si sighed helplessly and replied, "The biggest problem is that I don't want to spread faith in the continent of Faerun, and I'm not interested in setting up a boring organization like the church. You can spread my ideas, but you can't mention my name."
"I... don't quite understand what you mean."
Celia was visibly stunned.
After all, she was taught since childhood that if she wanted to believe in a god or a divine creature, she had to work hard to practice the teachings and make more people accept and recognize the ideas.
“I mean, there are three paths in front of you right now.
The first is to secularize the so-called church, transform all believers and pastors into a secular ruling class, and exist in another way; the second is to immediately stop accepting believers and holding any form of religious gatherings, and disband the entire organization from within;
The third is to change the object of worship from me to other gods or devils, such as the hell demon behind me.
Otherwise I wouldn't mind killing them all myself without leaving a single one alive.
Remember, I don't need anyone's worship, nor do I need so-called devout faith.
Oh, by the way, just to let you know.
From this day forward, I will not grant spells to any other priests except you, nor will I respond to prayers.
As for the rest, let Usiah talk to you."
After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the two people who were stunned in the room, and directly opened a portal and disappeared without a trace.
After a long while, Seluel finally recovered from her shock. She covered her face and muttered to herself incoherently like a madman: "Why is this happening? What did I do wrong?"
"Your biggest mistake was that you established this church on your own initiative before getting the master's permission, and even continued to expand it."
The Hell Demon Uthea grinned and gave the answer.
"But other gods and even devil cults all operate in this way? Spreading doctrines, attracting believers, expanding influence in the material plane, and allowing more people to understand and recognize their core concepts." Selule defended herself excitedly.
But Usea extended a finger meaningfully and shook it gently in front of the dark guard: "No, no, no, don't compare the great master with those gods and demons.
For him, faith is not only not a source of strength, but also a constraint.
Your self-righteous behavior is not helping your master, but instead putting layer upon layer of shackles on him.
As the number of believers in this world increases, the master will be more likely to gain divine sparks, divine power, priesthood, and the like.
And these are exactly what he dislikes, hates and needs the most.
So the cult you founded has caused great trouble to its master and it must be destroyed.
But don't worry, what the master needs to destroy is only the belief in him, not the power you have built up, but also the concept of ruling.
Next, I will personally supervise you to complete this process as quickly as possible.
In addition, I will give you a large amount of food as support to help you occupy the entire south and even the entire territory of Sambia."
"So I did something stupid with good intentions?"
Seluru's face was full of bitterness.
She simply couldn't believe that the church she had worked so hard to build and continue to grow was actually a shackle, a burden and a bondage in Zuo Si's eyes.
"That's right! You did something very, very stupid! But fortunately, the master gave you a chance to correct it. Now, call all the priests who have lost their magic. I think they must be very scared now."
As the last word came out of his mouth, a playful smile appeared on Usia's face.
Because this devil had just talked to his master, and planned to try to convert the cult's object of faith to himself, and then become the real controller behind the situation in Sambia.
Of course, this is not an easy task.
But this has nothing to do with Zuo Si anymore.
What he wanted to do was to completely eradicate this sect that believed in him before others noticed it, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.
You must know that the ultimate goal of any devil or demon that preaches in the material world is to become a god through the power of faith, and then become even more powerful on the original basis.
But as a planeswalker, Zuo Si obviously doesn't want to become a god at all, so Selule's behavior is completely unnecessary and must be nipped in the bud before it spreads.
Otherwise, once it spreads, it will be very difficult to completely destroy it.
After dealing with this matter, Zuo Si did not stay in Sembia, which was in civil strife, for too long. Instead, he brought his apprentice Sancho to a mountain in the Troll Claw, ready to watch the fateful battle between the two sons of Bhaal.
He was very curious whether Aberdare could still win the final victory with the power that Sarevok currently possessed.
If the answer is yes, then Baal, the god of murder, must be behind him.
In other words, Aberdare was originally the backdoor for resurrection that Baal left for himself.
"Teacher, I don't understand why you don't pay attention to the violent turmoil caused by the countless Sons of Baal in the south, but instead pay attention to these two guys?" Sancho couldn't help asking.
“Haha, no matter how much trouble those guys in the south make, it’s just nonsense.
Believe me, the true successor to the Blood Throne will be born between Sarevok and Aberdare.
You were once taken by Sarovok to the temple under Baldur's Gate to be sacrificed, so you should know best to what extent the divine power and divinity in his body have grown.
And something was about to hatch inside Aberdare.
Coupled with the killing and death brought by the war as a catalyst, when everything comes to an end, an extremely powerful Son of Baal will be born. "
Zuo Si did not hide anything and told the boy the whole truth.
"What about me? What's the meaning of my coming here?" Sancho continued to ask.
Zuo Si looked at the place where Baal, the God of Murder, fell not far away, and replied with a chuckle, “I hope you can understand more about the nature of divinity and divine power through this battle.
Then learn to control it rather than be controlled by it.
After all, although Baal, the god of murder, is dead, his consciousness has not dissipated or become silent. Instead, he is watching the every move of his offspring through the astral realm.
If you don’t want to be invaded, interfered with and controlled by his consciousness and eventually become a walking corpse and a puppet, then you must learn how to use your own power to fight back.”
"Yes! That's exactly what you are now.
But the problem is that as the sons of Baal kill each other, the power and divinity of Baal in your body will gradually increase.
要是后者的总量超过了前者，那么你依旧会陷入对于嗜血的欲望中无法自拔。
所以这个转化的过程并不是一次或者两次，而是要持续不断的进行。
越是进入到后期，你越要格外保持警惕。
另外，我刚刚得到消息，沙洛佛克率领博德之门的军队已经出发，最多三五天的功夫就能抵达预定战场。
你就一个人在这里多呆几天吧，我还有点其他事情需要处理。
小心点，不要被这一带频繁出没得巨魔给抓住吃掉了。
这也是对你最近一段时间学习成果的检验，千万别让我失望。”
说罢，左思拍了拍男孩的肩膀以示鼓励，再次施展传送魔法消失的无影无踪。
他前脚刚离开，后脚几只浑身上下长满绿色皮肤和肉瘤的森林巨魔便从山坡下边爬了上来。
这些永远保持饥饿的怪物一个个手持木棍，两只眼睛冒着嗜血残忍的光芒，不断发出野兽般低沉的嘶吼声。
“该死！导师绝对是故意的！五个巨魔？他这是想要让巨魔吃了我吗？”
桑乔忍不住低声咒骂了一句，冲左思消失的地方比划了一个中指，然后迅速开始吟唱咒语施法。
眨眼功夫，他便召唤出了一条地狱犬来帮忙。
这种来自巴托地狱的生物拥有火焰吐息能力，正是对付弱火巨魔的最佳召唤生物。
很快，男孩就与五头巨魔展开了一场大战。
尽管他现在的施法等级并不高，但却可以凭借神力与神性赋予自己的额外类法术能力获得一点优势。
双方在光秃秃的山顶你来我往，足足打了十分钟，五个巨魔这才在烈焰和强酸的攻击下缓缓倒在地上变成一具焦黑色的尸体。
而桑乔也差不多用光了自己所有的法术位，还有几张卷轴跟两件魔法物品的充能，一屁股坐在地上大口大口喘着粗气，不断用家乡的语言亲切问候自己导师，以发泄刚才受到的惊吓。
身为一个性格中带着强烈叛逆色彩的男孩，他可是敢对着谋杀之神巴尔的雕像撒尿，自然那也不会对左思有什么敬畏之心，百分之百属于那种“逆徒”。
不过左思显然并不在意，反而觉得这个小家伙很有趣。
此时此刻，他已经离开了费伦大陆的西海岸，站在红袍法师统治的塞尔上空，居高临下欣赏着一场精彩绝伦的法术决斗。
交战的双方其中一边不用问也知道，肯定是萨扎斯坦和他的塑料盟友艾瑞尼卡斯，而另外一边则是一名巫妖，还有差不多六条龙巫妖。
不用问也知道，为首的这个巫妖正是曾经的魔法女神选民，后来创立了拜龙教的疯子萨马斯特。
至于六条龙巫妖，自然是他的手下跟盟友。
从战况上来看，双方明显打了有一段时间。
尤其是六条达到古龙乃至太古年龄层的龙巫妖喷吐，给萨扎斯坦和艾瑞尼卡斯造成了很大的困扰。
因为六条龙的喷吐，除了明显是绿龙的酸雾比较弱之外，剩下的火焰、冰霜、闪电、强酸不论哪一个都强的可怕。
萨马斯特很多时候只需要负责破解掉目标身上的能量免疫和吸收，就能让敌人手忙脚乱。
就连艾瑞尼卡斯挂上反魔法力场化身杀戮者的战术也根本没办法用。
毕竟拼纯肉搏，他的杀戮者形态还真不一定是古龙乃至太古龙巫妖的对手。
至于其他那些红袍法师，在意识到来者是拜龙教的创立者后，基本不是掉头跑走就是死于龙巫妖的喷吐下。
“萨马斯特！你真的要跟我为敌吗？”萨扎斯坦厉声质问。
能看得出，他已经在这种连续不断的攻击和骚扰中承受了难以想象的巨大压力。
之所以还没有崩溃，完全是因为不死生物的巫妖根本没有这个选项。
“交出风暴之眼我立刻就走人！”
萨马斯特用低沉的声音开出条件，眼睛里闪烁着骇人的红光。
很显然，自从上一次被洛山达秒杀之后认识到凡人与神祇之间巨大的差距，他也一直在寻找封神的方法，打算有朝一日能杀进前者的国度将其挫骨扬灰报仇。
从某种程度上来说，萨马斯特其实跟艾瑞尼卡斯是一类人。
都是那种被强烈仇恨、执念驱使，渴望杀死和毁灭神明的疯子。
唯一的区别在于，萨马斯特想杀的是晨曦之主洛山达、二代魔法女神密斯特拉和法师之神阿祖斯。
而艾瑞尼卡斯想杀的则是包括科瑞隆在内的整个精灵诸神。
“做梦！风暴之眼是现如今唯一已知可以百分之百让凡人封神的道具！凭什么你要就给你？”
萨扎斯坦毫不犹豫的严词拒绝。
交出去？ 怎么可能！
如果他现在把眼睛交出去，那么之前承受的巨大损失和坚持又是为了什么？ 事情发展到了这一步，沉淀成本已经高到难以想象的程度。
萨扎斯坦就如同一个红眼的赌徒，唯一能做的就是孤注一掷硬抗到最后。
“哼！那就没得谈了。
如果不交出风暴之眼，我就绝对不会离开。
哪怕是在这里死上一次、十次、一百次、一千次……
反正我又不是没有品尝过死亡的滋味。
而且我还会对塞尔进行无差别攻击，毁灭你们最繁华的城市，杀死那些普通的红袍法师和学徒，让你们整个组织在绝望中走向毁灭。”
在谈论死亡的时候，萨马斯特的语气就如同在谈论晚饭吃什么一样随意。
因为与大多数施法者和巫妖不同，这家伙的精神状态一点也不正常，是真的完全不怕死。
否则换做前者在看到一个强大神力降下战斗化身，第一反应都应该是逃走而不是留下来继续死磕到底。
但萨马斯特就是那么的与众不同。
他不仅留了下来，而且还主动向洛山达发起攻击，简直就把“找死”两个字刻在了脑门上。
这种疯狂程度丝毫不比前一段时间的希瑞克差多少，甚至有过之而无不及。
起码希瑞克的疯是受到了《希瑞克经》的影响，可萨马斯特却是从意识、认知到灵魂全方位无死角的疯，根本不需要借助外物。
“你——”
萨扎斯坦瞬间气炸了，差一点就忍不住爆出粗口。
他怎么可能不知道萨马斯特的疯狂程度。
说句难听点的话，拜龙教之所以经过多方势力反复围剿仍旧能存在并发展壮大，究其根源就在于眼前这条不计后果跟代价的疯狗。
没有任何一座城市的统治者愿意在自身利益和安全没有遭到威胁的情况下去招惹拜龙教。
因为他们根本不知道一旦剿灭了本地的拜龙教，会不会引来萨马斯特这个掌握着强大魔法力量的巫妖。
后者只要几个九环乃至一个传奇法术，分分钟就能让整个城市化作一片废墟，甚至几十年乃至几百年都不适合人类生存。
“如何，你现在改变主意了吗？”
萨马斯特骑在一头龙巫妖的脑袋上居高临下的问。
毫无疑问，萨扎斯坦根本无法做出回答，只能保持沉默。
他既不能交出风暴之眼，也同样不希望塞尔在对方无差别的攻击下化作一片废墟和焦土。
“唉——”
就在局势变得无比紧张凝重的时候，一声叹息突然从不远处的树林中传来。
紧跟着一个头戴尖顶巫师帽、手持木质法杖、留着一头浓密银色长发和胡须的老人缓缓走了出来。
他不是别人，正是阴影谷的大贤者伊尔明斯特。
在其身后还跟着包括欣布在内的好几位选民。
瞬间！
不管是萨马斯特还是艾瑞尼卡斯脸色都变了。
因为他们之前跟欣布交过手，知道魔法女神的选民有多么难缠。
萨马斯特更是像疯了一样开始歇斯底里的狂笑，一边笑还一边嘲讽道：“啊！快看看这是谁！ 大名鼎鼎的伊尔明斯特！
魔法女神的情夫！ 总是喜欢多管闲事的糟老头子！ 我听说在动荡之年，你亲眼目睹了密斯特拉那个婊子死亡？ 感觉如何？
你为她落泪了吗？”
“萨马斯特！闭上你的臭嘴！”
伊尔明斯特显然被激怒了，眼睛里闪烁着银色的火光。
身为选民，他可以容忍别人侮辱自己，但绝对无法容忍有人侮辱侍奉的女神。
尤其是赋予了自己几乎一切知识、力量和快乐的二代魔法女神。
“哈哈哈哈！怎么，被我戳到痛处了吗？”
Sammaster showed no sign of restraint. Instead, he cast his gaze towards the Storm Queen and continued to speak with full force, "Himbu, I heard that you have an ambiguous relationship with Elminster, and that you even want to have a child for him? You are indeed the offspring of that bitch Mystra, who used the body of a mortal to leave behind you. You are both equally promiscuous and shameless.
I really don't understand what's so good about this old man that makes you all so obsessed with him.
Maybe he is so good at something that he conquered you both in bed?"
"Sammaster! Do you want to die?"
The Storm Queen raised her head slightly, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
Seeing this scene, Sazastan on the side couldn't help but secretly admire Sammaster for being a real man who dared to provoke Elminster and Xinbu at the same time in person.
But just a second later, his evaluation of the founder of the Dragon Worship Cult changed.
After mocking him, Sammaster immediately turned around and said meaningfully, "Dear Sazastan, I think our fight should come to an end for the time being.
After all, it was clear from the looks of it that these chosen ones of the Magic Goddess were here to seize the Eye of the Storm.
So I think we should join forces to repel them first, and then decide the ownership.
I wonder what you think? "
"You want to drag me down with you?"
Sazastan's teeth were grinding.
He finally understood why Sammaster dared to challenge Elminster and Simb at the same time. It turned out that he planned to use the power of himself and Erinikas.
If possible, the leader of the Undead faction would definitely want to strangle the other party to death with his own hands immediately.
But the thing was, he knew that Sammaster was right.
Facing Elminster and Simb, two powerful elects with silver fire, their defeat would be almost certain if they did not unite.
Even though the Great Sage of Shadow Valley's spellcasting level is not high, he is very experienced in spell duels. When he was young, he even became famous by killing mages who were much higher in level than himself.
Sammaster smiled and replied, "No, it's not about dragging them down, but about establishing an offensive and defensive alliance. After all, with so many chosen people of the Magic Goddess, we can't handle them with our own strength alone. So cooperation is the only option."
"Do you think cooperation can stop us?"
Elminster sneered contemptuously.
"What if I'm included?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, more than twenty liches instantly appeared in the open space through teleportation magic.
The leading lich was wearing a gorgeous robe, exuding an elegant and luxurious temperament that could not be described in words.
"Larloque!"
Elminster's face changed drastically.
Because the visitor is the remnant of the Netheril who lives in seclusion in the Tomb of the Warlock, and is also the most powerful spellcaster of that era, the Wizard King - Larloch.
Those liches were his apprentices and subordinates, and almost every one of them had reached the legendary level.
You should know that in the evaluation of the Grand Arcanist of Netheril, Larloch's combat power is above that of the demigod Iolum, otherwise he would not have been able to obtain the title of Wizard King.
When he appears, it means that the nature of the matter has changed.
However, Larloch ignored Elminster and stared at Sazastan with a cold light in his eyes, and asked directly: "Is the original agreement between us still valid?"
"Of course it works! How dare I forget my deal with you."
Sazastan hastily bent down and bowed deeply. His attitude and tone were so humble that he was completely different from his usual self.
Because the reason why he is where he is today is that he participated in a mission to explore the tomb of the sorcerer.
During that exploration, all the other red-robed wizards died, and only he came back alive, and he also brought back the Netherese artifact - the Death Moon Orb.
Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that the reason Sazastan was able to come back alive was that he must have reached an unknown deal with the owner of the tomb.
Larok nodded in satisfaction. "Very good! Since our deal is still valid, let me help you today. Remember, you owe me again, and you will have to pay me back double in the future."
"No problem! I swear I will never let you down."
After receiving strong support, Sazastan immediately straightened his back and roared at the first chosen one of the goddess of magic: "Come on! Elminster! Let me see how much strength you can exert in front of the wizard king of the great Netheril era. And you, Xinbu, your sequencer magic will be of no use today."
"Larloque! Do you really want to get involved in this mess?"
Ignoring the shouting of the Red Robe Undead Faction Chief, Elminster probed in a serious tone.
"Haha, you don't understand what I want to do at all, do you?"
There was undisguised contempt and disdain in LaRock's tone.
It was obvious that he looked down on Elminster, and even more so on this group of voters created by the second-generation magic goddess.
In the eyes of this "old man", the second generation Mistra who closed the deep magic network and only knew how to mess around with men and women deserves to be called the goddess of magic? Pah! Only the first generation Misrael who couldn't even stop Karsus's incarnation deserves the title of the goddess of magic.
She was the only one who wholeheartedly supported the development and creation of magic, which led to the glory of the Netherese civilization.
(End of this chapter)