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 fallen basically. 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 worshiping 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.
If the total amount of the latter exceeds the former, then you will still be unable to extricate yourself from the desire for blood.
Therefore, this transformation process does not happen once or twice, but must be carried out continuously.
The further you get into the later stages, the more vigilant you should be.
In addition, I just received news that Sarevok has already set out with the Baldur's Gate army, and they will arrive at the designated battlefield in three to five days at most.
You just stay here for a few more days by yourself, I have some other things to take care of.
Be careful not to get caught and eaten by the trolls that frequent this area.
This is also a test of your recent learning achievements. Please don’t let me down.”
After saying that, Zuo Si patted the boy on the shoulder to show encouragement, and cast the teleportation magic again and disappeared without a trace.
As soon as he left, several forest trolls covered with green skin and tumors crawled up from the bottom of the hill.
These monsters, who were always hungry, held wooden sticks in their hands, their eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty cruelty, and they kept making low roars like wild beasts.
"Damn it! The mentor must have done it on purpose! Five trolls? Does he want the trolls to eat me?"
Sancho couldn't help but curse under his breath, gestured with his middle finger towards the place where Zuo Si disappeared, and then quickly began to chant a spell.
In the blink of an eye, he summoned a hellhound to help.
This creature from Baator has the ability to breathe fire, making it the perfect summon to deal with weaker fire trolls.
Soon, the boy started a fierce battle with five trolls.
Although his current spellcasting level is not high, he can gain some advantages by relying on the additional spell-like abilities granted to him by divine power and divinity.
The two sides fought back and forth on the bare mountain top for a full ten minutes. Finally, under the attack of flames and strong acid, the five trolls slowly fell to the ground and turned into charred corpses.
Sancho had almost used up all his spell slots, and he still had several scrolls and two magic items to charge. He sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and kept greeting his mentor in his hometown language to vent the shock he had just received.
As a boy with a strong rebellious character, he dared to urinate on the statue of Baal, the god of murder. Naturally, he would not have any awe for Zuo Si. He was 100% a "traitor".
However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care. Instead, he thought the little guy was very interesting.
At this moment, he had left the west coast of Faerun and was standing above the city of Sel, which was ruled by the red-robed wizards, admiring a splendid magic duel from above.
One of the two warring parties was undoubtedly Sazastan and his plastic ally Erinikas, while the other was a lich and about six dragon liches.
Needless to say, the lich in the lead was none other than the madman Sammaster, who was once the chosen one of the goddess of magic and later founded the Cult of the Dragon.
As for the six dragon liches, they are naturally his subordinates and allies.
Judging from the battle situation, the two sides had obviously been fighting for some time.
In particular, the spewing of six dragon liches that had reached the age of ancient dragons or even the ancient times caused great trouble to Sazastan and Erinikas.
Because of the breath of six dragons, except for the acid mist of the green dragon which is obviously weaker, the remaining fire, ice, lightning, and strong acid are all terribly strong.
Most of the time, Sammaster only needs to break the target's energy immunity and absorption, which can make the enemy busy.
Even Erinikas's tactic of setting up an anti-magic field and transforming into a killer was completely useless.
After all, in pure melee combat, his killer form may not be a match for an ancient dragon or even an ancient dragon lich.
As for the other red-robed wizards, after realizing that the person coming was the founder of the Dragon Cult, they basically either turned around and ran away or died from the dragon lich's spewing.
"Sammaster! Do you really want to be my enemy?" Sazastan asked harshly.
It can be seen that he has been under unimaginable pressure from this continuous attack and harassment.
The reason why it hasn't collapsed yet is entirely because the undead lich simply doesn't have this option.
"Hand over the Eye of the Storm and I'll leave immediately!"
Sammaster made the offer in a deep voice, with a frightening red light flashing in his eyes.
Obviously, ever since he was killed instantly by Losander last time and realized the huge gap between mortals and gods, he has been looking for a way to become a god, intending to one day break into the former's kingdom and crush him to ashes for revenge.
In a way, Sammaster is actually the same kind of person as Erinikas.
They are all lunatics who are driven by intense hatred and obsession, and who desire to kill and destroy the gods.
The only difference is that Sammaster wanted to kill Lathander, Lord of the Dawn, Mystra, the second generation goddess of magic, and Azuth, the god of mages.
And Erinikas wanted to kill all the elven gods, including Corellon.
"Dream on! Eye of the Storm is the only known item that can 100% make a mortal a god! Why should I give it to you just because you want it?"
Sazastan refused without hesitation.
Hand it over? How is that possible!
If he gave up his eyes now, then what was the point of the huge loss and persistence he had endured before? At this point, the sedimentation cost was already unimaginably high.
Sazastan is like a red-eyed gambler. The only thing he can do is to go all out and fight to the end.
"Hmph! Then there's nothing to discuss.
I will never leave unless you hand over the Eye of the Storm.
Even if I die here once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...
It’s not like I haven’t tasted death before.
I will also launch an indiscriminate attack on Cyre, destroy your most prosperous cities, kill those ordinary red robe wizards and apprentices, and let your entire organization go to destruction in despair."
Sammaster spoke of death as casually as he would of what to have for dinner.
Because unlike most spellcasters and liches, this guy's mental state is not normal at all, and he is really not afraid of death at all.
Otherwise, if it were the former, upon seeing a powerful divine power descending to fight, his first reaction would be to escape instead of staying and fighting to the end.
But Sammaster was different.
Not only did he stay, but he also took the initiative to attack Loshanda, literally engraving the word "seeking death" on his forehead.
This level of madness is no less than that of Xirik some time ago, and is even worse.
At least Cyric's madness was influenced by the "Cyric Book", but Sammaster's madness was comprehensive from consciousness, cognition to soul, and he did not need any external help at all.
"you--"
Sazastan was instantly furious and almost couldn't help but burst out with swearing.
How could he not know the extent of Sammaster's madness.
To put it bluntly, the reason why the Dragon Worship Cult can still exist and grow stronger after repeated encirclement and suppression by various forces is because of this mad dog in front of us that does not care about consequences and costs.
No city ruler is willing to provoke the Dragon Cult unless their own interests and security are threatened.
Because they had no idea whether they would attract Sammaster, a lich with powerful magical powers, once they wiped out the local Dragon Cult.
The latter only needs a few nine-ring spells or even a legendary spell to turn an entire city into ruins in minutes, making it unsuitable for human survival for decades or even hundreds of years.
"How about that, have you changed your mind now?"
Sammaster asked condescendingly while riding on the head of a dragon lich.
Of course, Sazastan had no way of answering and could only remain silent.
He could not give up the Eye of the Storm, but he also did not want Cell to be reduced to ruins and scorched earth under the opponent's indiscriminate attack.
"well--"
Just when the situation became extremely tense and solemn, a sigh suddenly came from the woods not far away.
Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a pointed wizard hat, holding a wooden staff, and with thick silver hair and beard slowly walked out.
He was none other than Elminster, the Great Sage of Shadowdale.
Following behind him were several voters, including Xinbu.
moment!
Both Sammaster and Erinikas's expressions changed.
Because they had fought with Xinbu before and knew how difficult the Magic Goddess's chosen people were.
Sammaster started laughing hysterically like a madman, mocking as he laughed, "Ah! Look who this is! The famous Elminster!
The lover of the goddess of magic! The old man who always likes to meddle in other people's business! I heard that you witnessed the death of that bitch Mystra in the Year of Troubles? How did it feel?
Did you cry for her?"
"Sammaster! Shut your filthy mouth!"
Elminster was clearly enraged, his eyes flashing with silver fire.
As a chosen one, he could tolerate others insulting him, but he absolutely could not tolerate anyone insulting the goddess he served.
Especially the second generation magic goddess who gave her almost all knowledge, power and happiness.
"Hahahaha! What? Did I hit a sore spot?"
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 Misra who closed the deep magic network and only knew how to mess around with men and women deserve 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)
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