Dizziness!
nausea!
Shortness of breath!
Heart rate increases!
The most important thing is that the whole body is itchy and it can't be stopped even if the skin is scratched until it turns red or even has blood marks.
Especially the large patches of horrible red rashes, as well as red and swollen eyes, swollen blood vessels under the skin, uncontrollable drooling from the corners of the mouth, the nasal cavity and respiratory tract that are also unbearably itchy, and the constant violent sneezing...
All these symptoms are enough to prove how serious this acute allergic reaction is.
The swelling of blood vessels all over the body caused a sudden drop in blood pressure. Imoen and Thrall, who had low physical attributes, even became pale, had cold limbs, and slightly blurred consciousness.
If it lasts for more than half an hour, it may lead to a series of serious consequences such as suffocation and blood circulation failure.
After all, Zuo Si is the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease, Talona, and he has never stopped his private research on bacteria, viruses, fungi, microorganisms, toxins, magical plagues, and various types of necromancy magic.
Some of the research results he labeled "non-lethal" would be considered extremely dangerous to most people.
For example, the alchemical powder that Sancho was spreading at the moment was at most used to harass and create some "little trouble" for the other party in Zuo Si's eyes, but it had already put Aberdare and his group into a huge crisis.
Especially as the only one in the team with healing ability, Jasira tried several times to cast divine spells to dispel this unknown "disease" or "poison", but he was unable to enter the state of concentration for casting spells.
It ended in failure twice in a row.
As for the antidote that other people drank, it also had no effect.
In addition, in this world where information is transmitted very slowly and knowledge is an absolute luxury for ordinary people, it is difficult for ordinary people to figure out the difference between adverse reactions caused by allergies and real diseases and poisoning.
Only Artio, the Beast King, didn't react at all. He stood there blinking his eyes, seeming a little confused about what was going on.
Because it is a bear, and a creature that has been transformed by magic to be very close to a "monster". In terms of genetic and physiological structure, it is already two completely different species from ordinary wild beasts.
The powder that Sancho used to induce allergic reactions was specially designed for humanoid creatures. Most of the powder was blocked outside by the thick white hair, so it would be strange if it had any effect.
Most importantly, Artio smelled the residual scent of his master on the boy.
So it didn't know whether it should launch an attack or just stay where it was and do nothing.
What if you accidentally ruin your master's plan? For a young bear cub, the twists and turns here are too complicated and almost burn out its CPU.
After thinking hard for a long time, Artio finally decided to play dead and just lay down on the ground, trying not to see it.
Anyway, the omnipotent master can definitely see everything through his own eyes, and will naturally appear to clean up the mess later.
"Ahem... What did you do to us?"
After a violent coughing fit, Jasira finally struggled to raise his head and questioned with his two red, swollen eyes that were still tearing up.
As an experienced harpist, she could tell that the human boy had no intention of killing her, but was just subconsciously protecting himself after being attacked.
Otherwise, he could just stand far away and use the fireball wand hanging at his waist to kill everyone.
"Don't worry.
It is just a more severe allergic reaction. It is neither a disease nor poisoning, and it will not leave any sequelae.
This situation will not last too long and will be over in about ten minutes at most.
But before that, your brain will fall into a temporary coma due to lack of oxygen.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will wake up in about two or three hours.
People with good physical fitness wake up faster, while people with poor physical fitness wake up later.
In fact, it's your fault that this happened.
I was hiding, but you forced me out."
As he said this, there was an obvious hint of resentment in Sancho's tone, and he even shuddered involuntarily, obviously still frightened by the spiders that had previously swarmed into the cracks in the rocks.
You know, many adults will get goose bumps when they see the fist-sized, colorful hairy spider.
Not to mention that he was just surrounded by a group of spiders, which almost hit his face.
"But why are you hiding from us?"
Hearing that there was no danger to his life, Aberdare, who was still exuding a dangerous aura in the last second, was obviously much more relaxed in the next second.
Although it was still itchy and uncomfortable, he no longer revealed strong murderous intent.
After all, under Grian's long-term teaching, he is not actually in the evil camp, but chaotic neutral.
That is the kind of personality that says "I do whatever I want, and money can't make me happy."
Perhaps for those drunkards and mercenaries who took the initiative to provoke him, Aberdare would not hesitate to raise his fists and beat them to the point where they could not take care of themselves, or he would kill them directly on impulse.
But facing a child of seven or eight years old, he is obviously not that aggressive.
Moreover, it was his adventure team that provoked the other party first.
Looking at his brother, who was as tall as an ogre, Sancho rolled his eyes in annoyance and pointed at the two sides about to engage in a decisive battle at the foot of the mountain and asked, "The armies of Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep have already gathered here, and a decisive battle that will determine the fate of this area is about to begin. If you were me, and suddenly saw a group of adventurers and mercenaries coming up the mountain, what would you do?"
"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"
Aberdare sneezed three times loudly in a row, then nodded with a wry smile: "Okay. I admit that you were right to hide. If it wasn't us who came up, but those orcs, hobgoblins, ogres, and trolls, you would most likely become their snack."
Jasira, who was standing by, finally realized how excessive his behavior was in summoning spiders to chase people out. He endured the discomfort and said, "I'm sorry, kid. This misunderstanding is my fault. I apologize. If possible, can you give us some antidote? We swear in the name of nature that we have absolutely no ill will towards you."
"Excuse me.
As I said just now, allergic reactions are neither diseases nor poisoning, so they cannot be cured by magic potions or divine arts, and there is no so-called antidote.
Of course, maybe the instructor had it, but I certainly didn't carry it with me.
After all, it is used to deal with enemies, and it basically does not cause real death.
Um—maybe…”
As he said this, the boy noticed that the mage Thrall had fainted due to lack of oxygen to his brain, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He had heard Zuo Si say that if a person's brain was deprived of oxygen for a long time, it would definitely lead to a permanent decline in memory and intelligence.
Unless you use a wish or miracle spell, it is basically impossible to recover.
Especially for a wizard who relies on memory and intelligence, it is like being hit by a mental retardation spell that cannot be removed.
Fortunately, no one really cares about the life and death of the two spies, Sal and Montaro, who were planted in the team by the Zhentarim.
To be precise, the reason why Aberdare and Jasira brought the two of them with them was that they hoped to use the two of them as cannon fodder when they launched the final battle against Sarevok.
Ever since he was severely slaughtered by Ximanmon, the former's impression of the Zhentarim has become extremely bad, and he also began to hate Sal and Montaro.
"Mentor? Who is your mentor?"
Although Jasira's consciousness began to become less clear, he still grasped the key with his strong willpower and keen intuition.
Sancho obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally answered truthfully: "My mentor is Sos, the one from Askatra. I believe you have heard of his name."
"What! You...you are actually Soth's apprentice?"
Khalid was stunned for a moment.
Jasira was also surprised and quickly asked, "Why are you here? Where are Sos and his people?"
“The instructor said he had some things to take care of and has been gone for almost two days and two nights.
As for my appearance here, of course it is to witness the decisive battle between the two sons of Baal with my own eyes.
After all, I am a son of Bhaal, and I was even captured by Sarevok and his men and taken to a secret temple beneath Baldur's Gate for sacrifice.
Believe me, it doesn't feel good at all.
Especially the heart was pierced and the aorta in the neck was cut, allowing the blood to flow into the holy emblem of Baal, the god of murder, on the ground.
That's why I avoid you.
According to the mentor, when two sons of Baal meet, the divine power and divinity in their bodies will attract each other, and then they will have the urge to kill each other.
I have gotten over it, but I am not sure if my other siblings have gotten over it.”
As he spoke, Sancho turned his gaze towards Aberdare, whose face had mysterious marks and patterns on it.
When the latter heard that the boy in front of him was also the son of Baal like himself, he was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he struggled to stand up while suppressing the physical discomfort.
"Are you telling the truth? You are also a son of Bhaal? But...but why are you so young?"
Sancho shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Because I was created during the Year of Troubles when the gods were cast down to earth.
I don't even know who my mother is.
Perhaps she was a follower of a murderous god and died in a war between the gods.
But what is certain is that I should be the last batch and also the youngest Son of Baal.
But I was lucky. First, I awakened my divinity and divine power, and then I stole something, successfully erasing the mark that Baal left deep in my soul.
Finally, I met my mentor, who taught me a lot of valuable knowledge and fighting skills, enabling me to avoid becoming food for other brothers and sisters in this life-and-death battle.
It's a pleasure to meet you, dear brother, and I sincerely hope that we won't become enemies one day."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Sancho decisively ended the conversation and began to cast the third-ring magic [Deep Sleep].
The effect of this spell is to make people within level 10 fall into a deep sleep immediately.
They will never wake up until they are attacked and hurt.
However, Aberdell's current professional level is LV7, and he is unable to actively control the divine power and divinity on his own, and cannot resist the effects of spells at all.
When the spell was completed, he fell to the ground and snored loudly.
On the other side, Jasira and Khalid soon lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen in their brains, and lay straight and motionless on the top of the mountain covered with weeds and rocks.
At this point, the entire team was basically wiped out.
Although it was not the first time for Sancho to fight in actual combat, he was obviously quite satisfied with his performance. A smug expression appeared on his young face. He pursed his lips and muttered to himself: "Deception, misleading, poisoning...
Taking advantage of the enemy's character flaws and loopholes caused by complacency to launch a surprise attack is the most correct way for a low-level spellcaster to deploy.
What the instructor said was indeed correct.
The real power of a mage lies in his outstanding wisdom, sufficient preparation, endless trump cards and methods, and a mind that always remains rational and calm.
Only idiots and fools would risk their lives and insist on using powerful energy spells in direct combat.
In comparison, the control effects of enchantment and spells are obviously better.
Of course, the necromancy and illusion classes are also good.
The Transformation system is still mainly for support at this stage and is not worth investing too much time and energy in. "
Snap, snap, snap
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of applause from behind the boy.
He immediately turned around to check the situation, and found that it was none other than Zuo Si who had left him here for two days without paying any attention to him. He immediately couldn't help complaining, "Dear mentor, have you forgotten me? You know, I haven't eaten anything for fifty hours in this shabby place.
And also face the threats of trolls, wild beasts and others.
Just minutes ago, I came within a hair's breadth of becoming a prisoner of another Son of Bhaal."
"Hahahaha! Don't describe yourself as so miserable.
After all, the person lying unconscious on the ground is not you, but them.
As a newbie, you've done a pretty good job, and you're a bit like me back then, so you deserve praise and compliments."
Zuo Si laughed and kicked Artio, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. To be exact, he kicked him on the chubby butt.
The latter quickly jumped up and used his "unique skill" to hug the thigh, rubbing against it in a flattering and fawning manner.
"Huh? It's not affected at all?"
Sancho was visibly surprised.
In his opinion, this seemingly weak polar bear should have lost its ability to move long ago, but how come it suddenly became lively again?
Zuo Si caressed his animal companion's thick fur, which felt very nice, and explained nonchalantly, "You were too careless and didn't realize that this little guy is the most terrifying member of the team.
Let me introduce him. His name is Artio. He is my animal companion and the king of bears.
With the power that Artio possesses, even if you use up all your spells and magic items, you may not be able to pose any threat.
But you ignored it from the beginning, which was a fatal omission.
If it hadn't smelled my scent on you, the situation would have been the other way around."
"What! You also have class levels as a druid or ranger?"
Sancho's voice suddenly rose an octave.
Because as far as he knew, his mentor already had a mage-like professional level of over LV30, a warlock-like natural spellcasting ability of over LV35, and a priest-like professional level of at least LV25.
These alone are enough to make most enemies feel fear and despair, not to mention the silver fire that the goddess of magic bestows on the elect, which is almost like cheating.
Now there is a druid or ranger class level? The boy really wants to know how many cards Zuo Si has hidden.
"Yes! This is an additional ability attached to a certain artifact that Talona gave me. It is probably a druid profession that has just crossed the legendary level not long ago. It's no big deal."
Zuo Si shrugged indifferently.
To be precise, the LV22 Druid profession level granted by Angel Poison Core Soul Gem is the weakest of all his current professions.
In addition to a small amount of divine spells for protection and manipulation of nature, most of the divine spell slots granted by the druid level are filled with spells related to recovery and treatment. They are usually used to make some potions, items and equipment, and are rarely used in combat.
As for those magic arts such as transformation and summoning, they are too weak and there is no need to memorize them at all.
Hearing these words, Sancho's young face suddenly became extremely painful and distorted. He wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but in the end it all turned into a sigh.
At this moment, he deeply understood what it meant to "there is no harm without comparison" and "people will die if you compare them, and goods will be lost if you compare them."
But soon, the boy, whose self-confidence was severely hit, quickly cheered up, cleared all the messy thoughts from his mind, and quickly raised his head to ask, "In other words, you have already placed spies around Aberdale and have been watching their every move?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. After Gorion was killed, I threw Artio to Aberdale and secretly observed his adventures and growth.
I have to say, this Son of Baal is really special. He and you are two completely opposite extremes.
You have spurned the influence of the God of Murder and have begun to forge your own path.
But he chose to embrace all of Baal, and put his consciousness and soul into the empty Blood Throne.
Do you know what this means?"
"It means that he could be influenced, controlled, and Devoured by his father's will at any time."
Sancho's eyes and tone suddenly became solemn and nervous.
After all, he is the only officially recognized apprentice of Zuo Si now. He is completely different from those children from the slums of Askatla who are only allowed to study and use some resources in the Mage Tower for free. He can directly borrow all the books, research notes and materials in the library.
Among them are many research reports and conjectures about divine power, divinity, and the nature of gods.
Zuo Si undoubtedly admired the boy's intelligence and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "You are right.
Aberdare can even be seen as, to some extent, the mortal incarnation of the deceased god of murder.
The power he possesses is not as simple as it appears today.
As long as Baal is willing to continue to increase the stakes, Gorion's adopted son could even become a saint or even a demigod in a short period of time.
I have observed many Sons of Bhaal, including those that are rapidly rising in power in the south, on the border of Tethyr and Calinshan.
But there has never been another son of Bhaal with such strange characteristics."
Hearing this, Sancho took a breath and asked in a trembling voice, "So Aberdair was actually chosen by Baal to be a puppet used to slaughter and end the lives of all Baal's sons and harvest divine power and divinity? All the choices he made were manipulated by the will of the God of Murder?"
Behind the empty blood throne is the game among the gods, which is also a microcosm of the essence of the entire world full of struggle.
Whether or not you want to inherit your father's legacy and take everything away from him completely, it is best to follow Aberdare from now on, win his trust, and become his friend.
In the process, you can gain divine power and divinity from him harvesting other Sons of Baal, slowly accumulating strength and becoming more and more powerful.
Once all other competitors have been eliminated, the final winner will be born between the two of you.
As for whether you will turn against each other and kill each other, or whether one of you will voluntarily give up the right to be deified, or even the divinity and power within your body, it depends on your choice and wisdom.
Because Aberdare actually has no power to choose at all.
He was strictly a pathetic tool destined to end in tragedy.
Unless there is divine intervention, no one can change this outcome."
Zuo Si used the most straightforward way to show his apprentice the truth behind all the mysteries.
If you read the adventures of the Son of Bhaal after he left Candlekeep, you will know that he was always led by some invisible force, and wherever he went, he was accompanied by war, killing, betrayal and death.
No matter what choice you make, the outcome will not change in the slightest.
There is no way to hide or escape, the only way to ensure the survival of yourself and your companions is to fight your way out.
When he finally stood before the Blood Throne to decide his own fate, Aberdare was directly controlled by Baal, who was lying dead in the Astral Realm, and he expressed his refusal very straightforwardly.
"Do you think I should take the path of becoming a god?"
Sancho was silent for a long time and then asked in an uncertain tone.
There is no doubt that Aberdare's tragic fate had a huge impact on his precocious mind, so that he began to feel confused and pessimistic about the future.
Zuo Si smiled and spread his hands: "You ask me? I have never been a god, how can I know what it feels like to be a god.
But I can tell you clearly that in this matter, my goal is to obtain the priesthood of death and all the divine power stored in the Blood Throne.
That is to say, whoever inherits the legacy of the God of Murder will end up with only an empty kingdom and the priesthood of slaughter itself.
As for the rest of the things, I don’t want to care and I’m too lazy to care.
But if you are willing to become the new God of Slaughter, then I can introduce you to some powerful allies to help you get through the difficult period after becoming a god.
Okay, stop looking so sad.
Compared to Aberdare, you are much luckier.
Now let’s eat something to change our mood…”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si quickly performed the [Heroes' Banquet] and summoned a pile of rich and delicious food and drinks on the open space on the top of the mountain.
As the saying goes, eating is the most important thing in the world.
Sancho, who had been hungry and had hardly eaten for two days, felt his stomach growl immediately after smelling the fragrance. Without saying a word, he pounced on a piece of lamb chop and took a fierce bite, feeling the texture and taste of the tender and juicy lamb, and he couldn't help but reveal an expression of enjoyment.
Zuo Si then used magic to eliminate the severe allergic symptoms of those who fell to the ground, and then he cast the teleportation magic again to leave.
As soon as he left, Imoen, Jaheera, Aberdare and others woke up from their sleep.
When he saw a table full of dishes not far ahead and Sancho stuffing food into his mouth, the youngest Imon immediately felt the saliva secretion in his mouth accelerate. He swallowed subconsciously and asked, "Guess what I saw? That boy was eating a big meal on the top of a deserted mountain. Could it be that I am hallucinating?"
"No! I saw the same thing."
Aberdare licked his lips as well.
As a man of action who lacks the ability to think, he didn't even hesitate. He walked straight to the table, grabbed a honey-roasted chicken and took a bite. He was instantly conquered by the indescribable deliciousness, and his eyes lit up with surprise.
The next second...
The 2.13-meter-tall sturdy man grabbed the wine from the amphorae next to him, tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls, then quickly shouted to the other members of the team, "This food is real! And it's delicious! Come here quickly!"
For adventurers, being able to have a hot meal in the harsh environment of the wild can be considered a pleasure.
Not to mention the delicious meal with magical effects summoned by the [Heroes' Banquet].
However, as a cautious harpist, Jasira still cast the poison detection spell very carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he picked up a candied berry and put it in his mouth, feeling the sweetness and satisfaction from the tip of his tongue, as well as the accompanying spell effects.
After eating a few fruits, she raised her head and asked the boy sitting opposite her: "Did Sos come here just now? Is this the hero banquet he summoned with his high-level magic?"
"Um!"
Sancho nodded without thinking while chewing on the lamb chops.
There is no need to hide something like this, anyone who is not a fool can guess it.
"Ah? Soth was here? Where is he?"
Imoen quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and began to look around.
"Forget about it. Don't bother looking for him. After the instructor summoned the Heroes' Banquet, he used teleportation magic to leave. He didn't stay for long at all."
Sancho casually threw the leftover bones far down the cliff, hitting the head of a fox that was foraging for food. The fox was frightened and jumped more than half a meter high, then ran into the bushes, showing its rebellious character to the fullest.
Without a doubt!
He is a typical person who tends to be somewhat chaotic.
Although this tendency is not yet very obvious.
"Why is Soth leaving in such a hurry? I still have many questions about magic that I want to ask him."
Hearing that Zuo Si had left, Edmon suddenly became a little depressed.
After all, among all the people present, she had the best relationship with Zuo Si and they got along particularly well.
Especially the time she spent at the Candlekeep Inn was the happiest time in the girl's life.
Sancho raised his head and glanced at his half sister who had not yet awakened, and said with the appearance of a little adult: "No one knows what the mentor is thinking, and no one can figure out what he is going to do. But I can provide some help with questions about magic."
"you?"
Imoen looked up, clearly a little distrustful of a boy of this age being able to answer complex magic questions for her, even though he had successfully cast more than one spell.
"Don't underestimate me because I'm young. I'm actually a seventh-level wizard. I'm definitely qualified to be your magic teacher."
Sancho took the initiative with a proud look on his face, obviously intending to integrate into the team.
He was eager to observe Aberdare up close and see how he would perform in the upcoming decisive battle.
You have to know that the boy has seen Sarevok and understands how powerful this son of Bhaal, who has become the Duke of Baldur's Gate, is.
To put it bluntly, with Aberdare's current strength, let alone defeating Sarevok, it is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
"Do you want to join us?"
Jasira undoubtedly sensed Sancho's intentions.
"Well, the premise is that you are willing to accept my words. Because there is a bit of grudge between me and Sarevok. His men once cut my neck and stabbed my heart with a sword."
Sancho covered his chest and clearly expressed his strong hatred for Sarevok.
"You mean...he killed you?"
Aberdare, who was eating voraciously, suddenly stopped everything and opened his mouth in disbelief.
Although the boy had mentioned this incident before, he did not have time to ask about the details due to the severe allergic reaction at the time.
"You must have had dreams and gained some special powers from them, right? I also gained some powers from them like you.
It’s just that my strength is more inclined towards preserving my life rather than fighting, so I have managed to survive until now.
By the way, a reminder that Sarevok has actually been secretly gathering brothers and sisters, and then bringing them to the temple under Baldur's Gate for sacrifice.
That’s why he’s so powerful.”
Sancho explained as he took a sip of the sweet and sour juice.
"Damn it! This guy didn't even spare children as young as seven or eight years old! He's absolutely insane!"
Jasira angrily raised his fist and slammed the table hard.
Regardless of her identity as a harpist or her belief in the forest goddess Mielikki, she could not tolerate such extremely evil behavior.
"Don't worry, little one. I will chop off Sarevok's head myself to avenge you!"
Aberdare reached out his big hand and patted the boy on the shoulder.
Perhaps it was because he learned that the other party was also a son of Bhaal like himself, or it could be because of the same hatred for Sarevok.
In short, he selectively forgot the little misunderstanding and conflict between him and Sancho just now, and felt that it would be nice to have a half-brother and wizard in the team.
At least in terms of spellcasting ability, Sancho is much stronger than Thrall, another Zhentarim spy who was knocked down instantly.
In this way, with the advantage of age and precocious character, Sancho quickly won the acceptance of half of the team members.
Especially with Aimon, who has the same rebellious and free-spirited personality, he became a close friend.
On the one hand, both of them are very interested in arcane magic, and on the other hand, their mental ages are relatively close.
While everyone was enjoying the meal and discussing how to deal with Sharevok, Zuo Si was looking into the eyes of an "old friend" on the peak of another mountain far away on the other side of the Winding River.
About half a minute later, he smiled and asked, "Why, after failing to seize the Eye of the Storm, are you targeting the Son of Baal again? Dear Erinikas!"
"I think we should talk and put an end to the previous misunderstandings."
Erinikas took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm.
After several attempts, he gradually realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, that is, trying to get what he wanted from the young man in front of him through violence.
This led to the two sides' initially pleasant cooperative relationship gradually turning into hostility.
Zuo Si couldn't help but sneered: "Ha! Misunderstanding? No, I don't think it's a misunderstanding.
You must know that you used the treasures obtained from the fire giant to summon powerful heroes and a fire elemental prince sealed in a scroll.
If this level of power were to come to someone else, the grass on his grave would probably be three feet high.
But you are lucky.
Because I am a very open-minded and generous person, I am willing to accept apologies and reconciliation.
But the prerequisite is that you have to give enough gifts as compensation.
I believe that you should be very clear about what I like and what I need, right? Before that, no matter what you want to do to these sons of Baal, I will not hesitate to choose to stop it.
This is the price you have to pay for offending me."
Needless to say, the reason why the two met here was that Erinikas wanted to reconnect with Sarevok after returning from Sel, but was intercepted by Zuo Si who happened to sense him.
"Is there anything else on me that's worth your snooping?" Erinikas narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.
"Of course! That's your soul.
Anyway, you, having been deprived of your elf identity and characteristics, can no longer go to Avandor after death like your compatriots.
So I suggest that you take it out and make a deal while it still has extraordinary value.
If your plan succeeds in the end and you achieve deification, you can naturally keep your soul.
Because there is no being in the universe that can take away God's soul.
But if you fail, your soul will belong to me after you die.
In return, not only will I not interfere with your involvement in the affairs of the Sons of Bhaal, but I will also provide some help within my ability.
Of course, the premise is that you must follow my rules."
Zuo Si's mouth curled up slightly, and he calmly put forward his conditions.
A madman like Erinikas, who had already lost his humanity, would inevitably fall into the bottomless abyss or the scorching hell and be reborn as a praying person if he failed to be deified.
This is such a waste.
Zuo Si felt that instead of that, it would be better if it fell into his own hands. At least he could transform it into another magic-breaking demon, just like Visharoon.
moment!
Erinikas' eyes were filled with rage, and his hands were clenched into fists.
If the brain is the body of a living being, then the soul is the essence of that living being.
Especially in the concept of elves, the soul is a sacred thing that is supreme and absolutely not allowed to be desecrated.
So when he heard that the other party wanted his soul, this man who was born as a high-level elf wizard instantly became extremely angry, and even wanted to make the arrogant man in front of him pay the price immediately.
But when he thought of Zuo Si's terrifying strength and trump card, he quickly calmed down and asked in a chilling tone: "What if I refuse?"
Zuo Si threatened meaningfully: "If you refuse, then your ambition and desire to be deified will end here.
Whether it's Sarevok or any of the other sons of Bhaal, you will ultimately gain nothing from them.
Because I will personally crush your plans and destroy your experiments, making it impossible for you to continue.
Of course, it would be fine if you could offer me something else that would interest me in exchange.
But I doubt very much whether you are capable of obtaining the artifact when you owe a huge debt to the efreeti sultan of the City of Brass."
"I need a moment to think about it."
Erinikas fell into silence for five minutes and was obviously unable to make up his mind immediately.
After all, after witnessing the power of the silver fire of the Chosen Ones of the Magic Goddess, he knew very well how pale and powerless ordinary magic was against these "cheat players".
I definitely can't win in a head-on battle.
However, the powerful elven high magic ritual cannot be completed by one person.
So the option of taking action was eliminated from the beginning.
There are only two options left. One is to sign a contract to sell the soul and take a gamble, and the other is to find a way to get two artifacts to satisfy the other party's appetite.
Both the former and the latter carry huge risks.
"No problem! Anyway, there is still some time before the turmoil caused by the Son of Bhaal ends. You can take your time to think about it before then.
Also, I suggest you stay here to watch the fateful battle between Aberdare and Sarevok.
After reading it, you will have a clearer understanding of the nature of God.
You should know that God is not as simple as you think, nor is He simply a pile of energy and power.
They are a sublimation, a philosophical thought, an abstract concept that mortals can never truly understand.
If you do not understand this and extract the power and divinity from the Son of Bhaal, the consequences will be unimaginably serious.
Dear Erinikas, I'm afraid you haven't realized that you are on the wrong path yet?"
After saying this, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to the other party's vigilant and cautious eyes, took out a Netheril scroll and began to read it on the spot.
As a master of time management, he is best at using his spare time to study and continuously increase his knowledge reserves and strength.
What's more, it may take more than ten or twenty hours before the fight officially starts.
Instead of standing here staring at Erinikas, it would be better to read the Netherese scroll for a while and draw strength from the wisdom of the creator race.
Especially after the magic goddess Midnight granted him the authority to utilize the deep magic network, Zuo Si was already able to memorize and cast tenth- and eleventh-ring spells.
He couldn't wait to restore several very important magics from the Netheril era, including Marvin's Worldweaving, Lefebvre's Weaving Mystique, the advanced spells needed to create the Core of Mysera, and so on.
And all of this requires knowledge and inspiration from the scrolls of Netheril...
(End of this chapter)
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