As the eye of the incarnation of Talos, the god of storms, although this thing no longer has much power and divinity left, it is still something with incredible destructive power.
It can be used to make a sacred artifact, or as the core of a special magic ritual or legendary spell, to create a horrific storm out of thin air that is enough to destroy a city or even a country, or to cause earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and volcanic eruptions.
However, after thinking about it for a while, Zuo Si decided to use it to strengthen one of his followers - Lantis.
This Storm Magic Archer, which is based on the Elf Magic Archer and is continuously strengthened by the Planeswalker Spark ability, has actually been completely transformed into the Wind Element.
In addition, he hunts tarrasques every day to extract the necessary materials for his master. He has already absorbed a large amount of magical power and vitality from them. Now he has a follower level as high as LV33 and is only one step away from being promoted to the Prince of Elements.
If he could combine the remaining power of the Eye of the Storm with his own, his strength would definitely be greatly enhanced.
It's just like how the Flame Dragon Knight Davian absorbed the core of the Fire Elemental Prince, and even more so.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si immediately summoned Lantis with the help of the planeswalker's power.
Just one second later, this man, who looked no different from the handsome elf before, except that his skin had turned navy blue and his hair had a dazzling electric glow, teleported directly over. He was holding a +6 Gale Bow and an arrow made of lightning beams in his hands, and was obviously in a fighting posture.
He first looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there was no danger, he asked in an uncertain tone, "Master, do you have any instructions for me?"
"You're hunting the tarrasque?"
Zuo Si asked with interest.
Lantis answered without hesitation: "Well, yes.
The tarrasque just happened to have completed its regeneration, so I planned to cut off its tail and hind limbs this time, and then combine them with the upper limbs and torso that I had cut off before to form a complete corpse.
In addition, there is a wizard from Chessenta who wants the heart of the beast to take back as a power source for a giant magical creation, and is willing to pay twenty enchanted arrows specifically for dragons as a reward.
I promised him and was planning to end the fight in two or three minutes.
In fact, I have traded with many people who want to obtain materials from the tarrasque beast recently, and obtained a lot of good things. Do you want to take a look?"
Zuo Si chuckled and shook his head: "No, that's not necessary.
If you can use it, keep it for yourself or equip it directly; if you can't use it, store it in a box with other materials.
I summoned you this time mainly because I got an item that can give you greater power, and I want to help you upgrade."
"Oh? What is it?"
Lantis's eyes sparkled slightly, with silver light flashing in his pupils like lightning.
As a follower of the Planeswalker, pursuing greater power has always been his desire and instinct.
"It's this Eye of the Storm. It belongs to the incarnation of the Storm God Talos. I have processed it. Now I just need to put it into the eye socket and merge it with one of your eyes."
After saying that, Zuo Si turned the card-like Eye of the Storm into a real object and handed it to his follower.
Lantis undoubtedly felt the destructive energy contained in it, as well as the large amount of storm power that tended towards the wind element. Without saying a word, he grabbed it and forced it into his left eye.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!!!
A blindingly thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit him accurately.
Immediately afterwards, the Storm Shooter began to release his power and transformed from an elf form into a terrifying black thundercloud, with bursts of rumbling sounds constantly coming from within.
This process lasted for about three to five minutes. After everything calmed down, Lantis returned to his original appearance, except that his eye had neither white nor pupil, and had turned into a creepy shining spark.
There is no doubt that this is the spark of the storm, but it also symbolizes the most original power of earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and volcanic eruptions.
The arrow made of energy in his hand is no longer a simple lightning beam. The front end is covered with a layer of orange-red liquid unknown substance that looks like a mixture of flames and magma.
"How does it feel?"
Zuo Si asked as he watched the changes happening to the Storm Shooter.
Lantis raised his head and smiled and responded: "I feel good, my whole body is full of powerful destructive power.
It can even transform into the storm itself and trigger other natural disasters.
And the arrows I shoot can also carry additional fire and sonic boom damage.
The only problem is that the power contained in this eye is too violent, and it is difficult for me to control it perfectly.
If we fight with all our might, we might accidentally hurt our own people or allies."
"Don't worry about this, I have anticipated it in advance.
Here, this is a monocular sight with a powerful magic seal effect.
It can help you suppress it while storing energy, and release it all at once when needed.
The longer the storage time, the more violent and shocking the destructive power released when the scope is removed.
You can hide it as a trump card.”
While speaking, Zuo Si took out a silver lens tube made of magic metal, which could be fixed on one eye and had a telescopic function.
It is only the size of an eye socket, and comes with aiming, magnifying, farsightedness and true seeing effects. It can be used to cover the scary eye so that outsiders cannot see clearly what is going on inside.
The moment Lantis placed this little thing on the eye socket, tiny tentacles suddenly extended from the end of the lens tube, directly connecting with the skin and the underlying muscles, and fixed it in less than half a minute.
After a short period of adjustment, he immediately praised in a slightly excited tone: "Not bad! Now I can see farther, aim more accurately, and will no longer be disturbed by illusions and transformation magic. Master, you should have given it to me earlier."
Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's not too late now. Well, go and do your thing. I'll summon you again if I need you."
"As you wish!"
Lantis placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then cast a teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.
Like Davian, he also has the ability to perform advanced teleportation spells unlimited times every day, so he does not need to be with his master all the time and can be available at any time.
After sending his followers away, Zuo Si turned around and cast his gaze towards Visharon, who was emitting a huge aura of resentment in the center of the Soul-Fixing Formation, and asked with a half-smile, "What should I do with you now?"
"Hahahaha! Do you think I still care about these things now? You took away my chance to become a god!
It took away my lifelong dream! It even took away my life, leaving me with only this broken soul state! Anyway, I have nothing left, so I have nothing to fear. "
Velsharoon laughed maniacally, not trying to hide his emotions at all.
In other words, he foresaw his own doomed future.
Since things have gotten so bad that they can't get any worse, there is naturally nothing to be afraid of.
"No, dear Velsharoon, do not give up on yourself.
You haven't actually reached the point where you are completely at the end of your rope and there is no hope.
At least I have the ability to regenerate your broken soul in another form.
But the problem is, all of this comes at a price.
Are you ready to pay the price?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si instantly transformed into a giant devil in a unique form, emitting terrifying evil and majesty from head to toe.
Especially the two eyes whose pupils emitted different colors of light, which instantly fixed Visharon in place and made him unable to move.
Through these eyes, this legendary wizard who was born as a red robe wizard and almost became a new god reviewed his sinful life in less than a minute.
This included poisoning, assassination, framing and spreading rumors during his apprenticeship, as well as the indirect deaths of tens of thousands of civilians when competing with Sazastan for the position of Chief of the Necromancer Department, as well as the living consumables who howled in pain in the cruel necromancy experiments.
Without a doubt!
The evil of Visharoon has already penetrated into his bones and even deep into his soul. He is the kind of ruthless character who is no less powerful than a high-level devil even if thrown into hell.
Most importantly, he was very aware of the "evil" he had committed, but he did not feel the slightest bit of remorse, regret or guilt.
It is for this reason that its soul has extraordinary value.
Coupled with the knowledge and cosmic truths gleaned during the Apotheosis Ceremony, as well as his own spellcasting ability and magic level at the same level as Sazastan, he could try to create a whole new kind of devil based on this.
"Devil...devil? You are a big devil from Baator Hell!"
Visharon's expression suddenly changed.
Because he had been staying in the easternmost city of Jindrank in the continent of Faerun for many years, he knew very little about the situation on the distant west coast. He was more concerned about what happened in Sel, so he had no idea about Zuo Si's situation.
All we know is that this person is the chosen one of both the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease, and that he possesses some frightening powers.
As for accepting the invitation to become the crown prince of Hell, not to mention Visharon, even Sazastan might not be clear about it.
Otherwise, the latter would definitely ask for a contract to be signed when the transaction was made.
After all, the whole universe knows that the devil is one of the creatures that abides by contracts the most.
They may use deception, lies, seduction, etc. to make mortals voluntarily hand over their souls, but as long as the terms are written in black and white, they will definitely fulfill them 100%.
Zuo Si, who was half dragon and half devil and over four meters tall, grinned and revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said meaningfully: "You seem surprised? In fact, this is no secret for a long time.
The gods know, Elminster and other chosen ones of the goddess of magic know, and some of those who have signed a contract with me know as well.
Now is the time to make a choice that will determine your fate! Either you become a snack for the Chaos Hound Kozef, or you sign a contract with me and serve Hell.
I believe you should be able to feel that the power of the Soul-Fixing Array is becoming weaker and weaker as the divine power disappears, and it will completely lose its effect in one or two hours at most.
Even if Kozef doesn't eat you then, your broken soul will instantly shatter into pieces and disappear from this world forever.
That is not death in the ordinary sense, but the complete annihilation of the soul.
As a legendary wizard specializing in necromancy, you should know exactly what that means."
"You destroyed everything I had! And now you want me to submit to you and be your dog?"
Velsharon jumped up suddenly, his tone filled with strong resentment, anger and hatred.
Signing a contract to serve Hell sounds like a good option.
At least it's much better than being eaten by Kozef and having your soul torn into pieces and disappearing completely.
But he knew very well that once the contract was signed, according to the rules of Baator Hell, his soul would 100% belong to the enemy before him.
This means that even if one is reincarnated as a devil, he is nothing more than a slave controlled by the other party.
That’s right!
Just a slave!
Due to their lawful evil tendencies and the laws and rules formulated on this basis, higher-level devils have overwhelming and absolute dominance over lower-level devils.
When he thought about having to endure humiliation and serve his enemy for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years in the future, Visharoon couldn't help but think that it would be better to end it just like that.
Zuo Si undoubtedly sensed the other party's thoughts, and deliberately pretended to be "I'm doing this for your own good" and advised: "Don't say such harsh words.
I am actually a pretty good boss and master. At least I can clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments.
Working under me is much better than working under any other devil.
Only by being alive can there be hope and future.
No matter how much you hate me, dislike me, or want to kill me, you have to at least keep yourself alive before you can make a comeback, right?
What's more, the devil is immortal, and you have enough time to accumulate strength and plan revenge.
I promise to use your soul to transform a higher-level devil, not the lowest-level lesser devils."
"I want to see the contents of the contract first!"
Visharon struggled for a long time, but in the end his strong desire to survive prevailed.
How could a person like him who is used to being selfish be willing to accept the complete destruction of his soul?
Whenever there is a chance, we must find ways to struggle.
"no problem!"
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, creating out of thin air a devil's contract scroll more than two meters long, filled with densely packed words and complex clauses.
Visharon knew that he didn't have much time left, so he immediately leaned over and began to read word by word, using everything he had learned throughout his life to understand the meaning of each word and sentence in the context.
It was a full half hour later that he signed his name at the end of the contract with slightly trembling fingers.
The next second...
A mark from the hell of Baator instantly appeared deep in the soul of the chest.
Likewise, Zuo Si also obtained the authority clearly stated in the contract to dispose of and modify the property at will.
"What should I do now? If I leave the range of the magic circle, I will be torn into pieces immediately. There is no way I can cross the plane to report to Baator Hell."
Visharon was visibly nervous, and very obvious cracks appeared in his soul.
Because he could feel that the power of the Soul-Fixing Array was declining at an unimaginable speed.
"Don't worry. I am the Lord of the Ninth Plane. I don't need to go to Hell to transform a soul into a devil. I can complete the first step here."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his fingers, which were as sharp as dragon claws, and slowly inserted them into the opponent's heart, injecting the sacred energy obtained from squeezing the fallen soul into it.
In the blink of an eye, Visharoon's soul was slowly glued together by the energy. At the same time, the evil nature in his soul was stimulated to the maximum, and it began to slowly become dark and twisted, causing great pain.
“Aa ...
The shrill screams continued to echo in this unknown cave.
Under the influence of extreme pain, the amazing energy contained in memory and personality is gradually squeezed out, leaving only the most evil, selfish, cold and cruel part of the soul's essence.
When Visharoon's consciousness began to become dazed, dull, and sluggish, and he even lost the ability to think, Zuo Si grabbed him in his palm and kept squeezing and tearing him, and finally opened the portal to Baator Hell and threw himself directly into one of the deep pits that specifically hatched inferior demons.
The next second...
Bang! With a muffled sound, Velsharoon's soul instantly hit the ground, killing hundreds of newly hatched little demons.
Almost at the same time, the corpses of the dead inferiors were quickly devoured by it, and then gathered together to form a huge egg.
After a while, a devil over two meters and five centimeters tall, with the appearance of a skinny humanoid creature, tore open the shell and walked out.
He has the same red and hard skin as most demons, a tail that is almost as thick as his body, a pair of disproportionately large wings, and two horns on his forehead that point backwards and are slightly curved.
But the difference lies in the endless greed and hunger in the eyes, and the behavior of constantly absorbing magical energy from the surrounding environment.
Obviously, this guy is the new type of devil that Zuo Si transformed using Visharoon's soul - the spell-breaking devil.
As the name suggests, his most powerful ability is that he can destroy the enemy's magic, divine arts, and even large-scale magic rituals composed of many casters by forcibly extracting magical energy.
When the spell's energy is fully absorbed, the spellbreaker can choose to copy the spell and release it, or store the energy to help himself and other companions recover spell slots.
If there are several spellbreakers on the battlefield, it will be an absolute nightmare for the enemy's spellcaster army.
The positioning of this kind of devil is the same as that of the Hell Fiend and the Insect Demon. They are all the highest-level devils at the pinnacle of the ecological evolution of hell. They have the ability to cast nine-ring and even legendary spells, and are not restricted by spell slots.
Whenever an enemy or an ally uses magic, the spellbreaker draws power from it to cast any known spell.
In addition, any magic that is successfully copied will be automatically added to the spell list.
The only drawback is that the conditions for successfully transforming a spell-breaking demon are quite harsh.
First, the soul must have reached at least the level of a LV25 legendary spellcaster before death, and mastered enough magical knowledge and spells;
Secondly, he must have an endless desire for magical power and a strong possessiveness; finally, he must be extremely evil, cold-blooded, and cruel, and must never have emotions such as regret, intolerance, and pity.
Obviously, the Spell-Breaking Demon is definitely not something that can be mass-produced.
Instead, it needs to be carefully selected and even carefully cultivated until the time is right for harvesting.
"Owner……"
After transforming into a devil, Visharoon was teleported directly from the deep pit, bent down and bowed deeply to his lord.
Although he lost a lot of memory during the transformation process, he still remembered that the big devil in front of him was his enemy, and he still showed strong resistance and hatred emotionally.
However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this. Suddenly, without any warning, he reached out his hand and pressed it on the other person's forehead.
Before Visharon could react, he activated the power of the spark and turned it into a card.
hostility?
hatred?
Plotting revenge?
Doesn't exist!
左思才不会留这么大一个二五仔在身边。
虽然在契约中给出了各种各样的保证，但却完全没有提及跟旅法师有关的方面。
维沙伦显然吃了情报不足的亏，甚至根本不知道旅法师是什么东西。
读契约的时候，他把所有注意力都集中在自己是否可以保留记忆和人格，还有成为魔鬼之后的待遇方面。
根本不知道眼前这个年轻人最强大、最重要的力量从来都不是源自于巴托地狱，而是身为旅法师日益壮大的火花。
瞅了一眼手中卡牌上那一排密密麻麻的说明跟能力，左思不由得微微翘起嘴角，用只有自己才能听见的声音喃喃自语道：“敌人？我可是最擅长化敌为友了！从今以后你就老老实实把自己的聪明才智和能力贡献出来，为我的野心和欲望服务吧。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，他便挥手关闭了通往地狱的跨位面传送门，同时释放了好几个拥有巨大破坏性的法术，把整个山洞连带固魂法阵一起彻底抹除掉，不留下一丝一毫的痕迹。
等做完这一切准备离开的时候，一道神光突然从天而降。
“索斯！给我解释一下你究竟在搞什么鬼？这个突然冒出来的巫妖和死灵魔法之神是怎么回事？”
不用问也知道，这是午夜找上门来兴师问罪了。
毕竟在她看来，杰比多·图兰这个新的魔法之神完全就是左思凭空制造出来分摊自己权柄的，性质极其恶劣，简直就是瞎捣乱。
要知道这位三代魔法女神在凡人的时候，可是最讨厌邪恶残忍的死灵系魔法及其相关研究。
看到对方怒气冲冲的样子，左思一脸无辜的摊了摊手：“这件事情可怪不到我的头上。要找您得去找神上之神艾欧陛下，他才是真正的幕后操纵者。”
“什么意思？”
午夜瞬间蒙了。
她完全想不出突然出现的新神跟神上之神有什么关系。
“唉——”
左思微微叹了口气解释道：“您难道还没有意识到，自己过于倾向善良已经引起邪恶阵营诸神和凡人施法者的强烈不满了吗？
要知道魔法女神可是托瑞尔世界最重要的神，没有之一。
当您不能完美履行自己神职的时候，至高无上的艾欧陛下必然要采取行动来做个平衡。
最简单的方法就是提拔一个邪恶阵营的魔法之神来迫使您做出改变。
这个新神的位置原本应该是维沙伦的。
但我为了确认自己的猜想，特地换成了杰比多·图兰，结果发现并没有什么不同。
也就是说，就算没有维沙伦、杰比多·图兰，还会有萨扎斯坦或是其他邪恶阵营的巫妖来占据这个位置。
既然这是一件必然会发生的事情，那为什么不找个自己人呢？
起码杰比多·图兰没有那么大的野心，也没有太强烈的欲望，甚至还很有幽默感。”
“你的意思是……神上之神艾欧陛下对我产生了不满？”
午夜瞳孔骤然放大、收缩、再放大、再收缩。
她那剧烈的情绪波动甚至引发了周围魔网能量的躁动。
因为在这个晶壁系内，艾欧就是至高无上的创造者，同样也是无可匹敌的支配者。
没有其他神可以违抗他的意志。
动荡之年的时候诸神都已经亲身体验过一次了。
那无法解释和理解的禁锢力量，甚至能囚禁一个神最核心的抽象本质。
所以当艾欧对一个神感到不满的时候，那么这个神就要小心了。
“神上之神最在意的事情有两个。
一个是相对的平衡，一个是要求诸神必须履行自己的职责。
您不妨摸着胸口问问自己真的履行好魔法女神的职责了吗？
魔法必须中立的！ 可您在刚上任的时候就闹出了禁止邪恶阵营的神祇和他们信徒使用魔网的笑话。
甚至在教义中宣扬伊尔明斯特那套力量越强就要越少使用魔法的荒谬论调，厌恶邪恶阵营的法师和倾向邪恶的死灵系魔法。
我能理解凡人时的经历和二代魔法女神对您造成的影响。
但问题是不称职就是不称职，它是客观存在的，不以人的主观意识为转移。
事实上，二代魔法女神也是典型不称职的代表。
看看有多少邪恶阵营的法师对其充满了厌恶？ 又有多少选择投靠夜之女神莎尔拥抱阴影魔网？
类似的情况在初代魔法女神掌权的时候出现过吗？ 答案显然是否定的。
另外，费伦大陆魔法文明和力量最强大的几个时期，恰恰是初代魔法女神掌权的年代。
精灵高等法师令人瞠目结舌的魔法仪式和迷锁，耐瑟瑞尔浮空城的辉煌，伊马斯卡奇械师制造的壮观跨位面传送门与其他造物……
当她陨落之后二代魔法女神上位，魔法的力量就一落千丈。
甚至再也没能诞生一个真正意义上的魔法文明。
更愚蠢的是，她在被打下凡间以圣者姿态行走时，居然妄图挑战仍旧是完整神明形态的守卫之神海姆，结果被当场杀死，导致魔网不可避免的陷入失控。
我真诚的建议您彻底忘掉从伊尔明斯特身上学到的那些错误理念，而是效仿初代魔法女神的开放与包容，用不带任何个人情感的角度去审视魔法。
唯有如此，您才能成为一名合格的魔法女神。
请记住，伊尔明斯特只是个凡人，而且是极度不称职的二代魔法女神最钟爱的选民。
按照物以类聚、人以群分的观点，他的很多思想根本就是与推动魔法的发展背道而驰。
哦，对了，还有件事情我觉得有必要通知您一声。
巫师之王拉洛克正在谋划着复辟初代魔法女神密丝瑞尔，您最好稍微留点神。”
在说这番话的时候，左思丝毫没有给二代魔法女神和她的第一选民伊尔明斯特留面子，直接笼罩在两者身上的光环撕下来，露出里边最不堪、最丑陋的一面。
推动魔法的发展？ 别闹了！ 二代魔法女神除了上位之初拯救了耐瑟瑞尔最后几座还没落地的浮空城之外，压根就没有做出任何推动鼓励魔法发展的事情。
恰好相反！
她在位时期，基本就是费伦大陆魔法发展最缓慢、最黑暗、最混乱的时期，大部分时间都在跟自己的选民们鬼混，其风流韵事几乎可以与爱与美之神相提并论。
同样也是夜之女神莎尔阴影魔网发展速度最快、使用人数最多的时期。
很多现如今大名鼎鼎被无数法师频繁使用的法术，甚至都是从隔壁灰鹰世界传过来的，魔法创新能力下降到了惨不忍睹的地步。
午夜沉默了，脸色也变得异常难看。
因为在成为三代魔法女神之前，她就是二代魔法女神的信徒，而且在动荡之年的时候深受伊尔明斯特的影响，成神后也在以二代为榜样努力。
可现在，突然有另外一个人告诉她，二代和伊尔明斯特的做法全都错了，就连神上神艾欧都对自己没有好好履行神职产生不满。
这无疑对午夜的认知和观念产生了巨大冲击，内心之中更是产生了沮丧的情绪。
足足过了好几分钟，她才勉强把这些内容消化完，抬起头用不是很确定的语气问：“那你觉得我接下来应该怎么做？”
左思直截了当的回答道：“您要做的就公平对待每一种魔法，无论它是善良还是邪恶、秩序还是混乱。
鼓励人们多使用魔法，而不是尽量的不去使用。
如果可以的话，我希望能够重新开放深层魔网，让施法者们获得像耐瑟瑞尔、伊马斯卡时代那样没有任何限制的权限。
唯有如此，这片土地上才能再度崛起一个更加强盛的魔法文明。
至于剩下的部分，我会用自己的方式来帮助您完成。”
“好吧，我想我明白你的意思了。
难怪你会跟伊尔明斯特会打起来。
原来你们俩的思想和观念简直就是两个截然相反的极端。
至于重新开放深层魔网的事情，我需要回去花费点时间认真考虑一下。”
午夜下意识揉了揉眉心浮现出十分头疼的神情。
作为魔法女神，她当然不可能不知道左思跟伊尔明斯特之间的矛盾，还有几次较量的结果。
之所以没有出手干预，主要是事态还在可控范围内。
但经过今天这番谈话，午夜终于清醒认识到了这个由自己钦定选民的想法。
左思连二代魔法女神都看不上眼，作为继承其理念的伊尔明斯特自然就更不用说了。
The conflict between the two sides is not due to personal grudges, but an all-round opposition from camps to thoughts and concepts.
This kind of opposition is completely irreconcilable on the continent of Faerun and is more terrifying than a naked conflict of interest.
The latter can at least shake hands and make peace under the trend of greater interests, but the former has absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.
"There's nothing we can do. Both he and I are conceited people who think we are the only ones who are right, so confrontation is inevitable.
But please rest assured that both of us are rational and will not escalate the conflict but limit it to a certain scope.
Most importantly, we are all your voters.
It is enough to stand up and work together without hesitation when someone threatens you.”
Zuo Si expressed his position and attitude very clearly.
“That sounds really reassuring.
In that case, I won't bother you anymore.
After all, a new god of magic has appeared, and as the mother of magic, I must deal with it quickly.
You know, Talos, the god of storms, is not an easy god to get along with. I have to find a way to win Jebido Turan from him.
Goodbye, my dear voters.
Thank you for the reminder and for everything you have done for me.
I look forward to more and bigger surprises from you in the future.
This is just a small reward for you..."
After saying that, a relieved smile appeared on Midnight's face. He held Zuo Si's cheek and kissed him on the forehead.
moment!
Zuo Si felt that the barrier between himself and the deep magic net above the ninth ring had disappeared!
He can freely cast those ten-ring and eleven-ring super spells like the great arcanists of the Netheril era.
Obviously, this is the "small reward" mentioned by the Goddess of Magic, a power that is enough to drive all arcane spellcasters in the entire continent of Faerun crazy.
In Midnight's opinion, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si already had the ability to cast super spells at will without being restricted by the magic network, so it was no big deal to open up access to the deep magic network to him.
After all, if Zuo Si really succeeded in establishing a powerful magical civilization on the west coast that could rival Netheril and Imaskar, then the status and power of the Goddess of Magic would increase exponentially.
When his divine power reaches its peak, Midnight can challenge the Night Goddess Shar and annex her Shadow Magic Web.
Compared with the bright future described by Zuo Si, Elminster's approach of maintaining the status quo is obviously unattractive.
What's more, the latter are the second generation elects. Midnight, as the third generation goddess of magic, is just an inheritor of the legacy of the previous generation and respects what Elminster did during the turbulent years.
She only had one chosen one, and that was the planeswalker Zuo Si.
Unknowingly, Zuo Si had successfully exerted influence on the Goddess of Magic, causing her to no longer be so obedient to Elminster, but to have her own thoughts, ideas and ambitions.
This is important!
Because if you want to completely defeat a god's chosen people, the best way is to start from the source and change the god's view and attitude towards him.
By the time Zuo Si exited the deep magic net and opened his eyes again, Midnight had already been gone for an unknown amount of time. Only the residual warmth on his forehead proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.
He raised his head to take a look at the sky which was beginning to turn white and bright. Without stopping, he waved to the Chaos Hound Kozef lying beside him, and then they released teleportation magic together and disappeared on the spot.
…
At the same time, far away on the top of the Troll Claw Mountain, due to the time difference, the sky here was already completely bright and the sun was rising from the horizon.
Sancho, who had stayed on the top of the mountain for two days and one night, was sitting on a tree, looking down at the spectacular scene of the two armies gathering together below the mountain.
Due to the existence of magic and divine arts, the military philosophy of the continent of Faerun has never advocated quantity, but rather believed that a small number of elite troops are the key to winning.
The final outcomes of many wars in history are often not determined by the huge numbers of legions, but rather by the decapitation actions of assault teams with higher professional levels.
Especially after the professional level reaches a certain level, and is equipped with a large number of magic weapons and equipment, simply piling up the numbers has no meaning.
Therefore, wars are often fought between elite troops of one to two thousand or even three to five hundred people.
Large-scale battles like Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep involving tens of thousands of people are extremely rare.
Although both sides are still gathering their troops and making various preparations, they have not started fighting immediately.
But the huge density of people in the camp has already made this rebellious son of Baal excited and thrilled.
After all, it is human nature to like watching the fun.
Large-scale wars can stimulate violent factors in the subconscious, causing emotions to become abnormally excited.
However, the fact that a big war cannot be fought does not mean that a small war cannot be fought.
In order to test the enemy's strength and to undermine the enemy's morale and boost their own morale, both sides sent out small groups of cavalry for reconnaissance.
Standing at the highest point of the tree branch, Sancho could clearly see the hobgoblin wolf riders and humans on warhorses chasing each other along the edge of the designated battlefield, shooting sharp arrows or wielding their weapons to kill each other at high speed.
Almost every few minutes, an unlucky person would fall off the mount's back, tumbling to the ground and lying motionless.
When the round of exploratory competition was over, he immediately let out a long breath, leaned on the thick branch and muttered softly: "At this rate, the decisive battle will begin in a day or two at most. What should I do if my mentor can't come back by then?"
Before he finished speaking!
The boy suddenly found several figures appearing out of nowhere halfway up the mountain and heading towards the top of the mountain.
The leader was a sturdy man with long hair and over two meters one meter tall.
Since he had studied with Zuo Si for some time and knew several sons of Baal who needed special attention, he recognized at a glance that the other person was his half-brother Aberdare.
"Damn it! How did he get to this mountain?"
Sancho immediately felt threatened.
Although he knew that the other party's main target now was Sarevok, he didn't dare to bet whether Aberdare would suddenly draw his sword and chop him after the two met.
After all, most of the Sons of Bhaal are actually influenced by the dead god of murder in some way.
Once Baal, who is planning to resurrect, finds out that a child is out of his influence and control, he will definitely choose to get rid of the child as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)