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.

至于你们会以反目成仇自相残杀的方式结果对方的生命，还是以其中一方自愿弃封神的权力，甚至是体内的神性与神力，那就要看你的选择跟智慧。

因为阿伯戴尔其实根本没有选择的权力。

他严格意义上只是件可悲的工具，注定要以悲剧收场。

除非有来自神明的力量插手，否则任何人都无法改变这一结局。”

左思用最直截了当的方式向自己这位学徒展现了一切迷雾背后的真相。

翻开巴尔之子离开烛堡后的冒险经历就知道，他始终都是被某种无形的力量牵着鼻子走，而且无论走到哪里都会伴随着战争、杀戮、背叛和死亡。

无论做出什么样的选择，结果都不会有一丝一毫的改变。

躲不开、逃不掉，唯有杀出一条血路才能确保自己和身边的同伴活下来。

最后站在鲜血王座前决定自己命运的时候，阿伯戴尔更是直接被星界躺尸的巴尔控制，非常干脆的表达了拒绝。

“您觉得我应该走封神之路吗？”

桑乔沉默了良久之后用不是很确定的语气问。

毫无疑问，阿伯戴尔那悲惨的命运给了他早熟的心灵造成了巨大冲击，以至于开始对未来产生了迷茫与悲观情绪。

左思笑着摊了摊手：“你问我？我又没有当过神，怎么可能知道当神是个什么感觉。

不过可以明确的告诉你，在这件事情上，我的目的是获得死亡神职和保存在鲜血王座内所有的神力。

也就是说，无论谁继承谋杀之神的遗产，最终得到只有一个空荡荡的国度和杀戮神职本身。

至于剩下的事情，我不想管，也懒得去管。

但你要是愿意成为新的杀戮之神，那么我可以为你引荐一些强大的盟友，帮助你度过成为神明之后的困难期。

好了，别一副愁眉苦脸的样子。

跟阿伯戴尔比起来，你可是要幸运得多呢。

现在来吃点东西换个心情吧……”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思迅速施展了【英雄宴】，在山顶的空地上愣是召唤出一堆丰盛美味的食物跟饮料。

正所谓天大地大吃饭最大。

饿了两天基本没怎么吃过东西的桑乔在闻到香味之后，肚子顿时发出了一阵咕噜噜的叫声，二话不说便扑上去抓起一块羊排恶狠狠的咬了一口，感受着鲜嫩多汁羊肉的口感和味道，不由自主露出了享受的表情。

左思紧跟着又通过神术消除了那些倒在地上人的严重过敏症状，这才再次施展传送魔法离开。

他前脚刚走。爱蒙、贾西拉和阿伯戴尔等人便从沉睡中苏醒。

当看到前方不远处那满满一大桌子菜肴，还有正在往嘴里疯狂塞食物的桑乔时，年纪最小的爱蒙立刻感觉口腔里唾液分泌加速，下意识吞了吞口水问：“你们猜猜看我看到了什么？那个男孩居然在荒无人烟的山顶吃大餐。这该不会是我一个人出现了幻觉吧？”

“不！我也看到了同样的画面。”

阿伯戴尔也跟着舔了舔嘴唇。

作为一个缺乏思考能力的行动派，他甚至连犹豫都没犹豫，直接走到桌子旁边抓起一只蜜汁烤鸡咬了一口，瞬间被那无法用语言形容的美味所征服，两眼冒出充满惊喜的光芒。

下一秒……

这个两米一三的壮汉又抓起旁边双耳陶罐里的葡萄酒，仰起头咕咚咕咚灌了两口，迅速冲小队中的其他成员大喊道：“这些食物都是真的！而且好吃极了！快过来！”

对于冒险者而言，能在野外这种环境恶劣的地方吃上一顿热乎饭都能算得上是一种享受。

更不用提是用【英雄宴】召唤出来、带有魔法效果的美味大餐。

不过作为一个谨慎的竖琴手，贾西拉还是在非常细心的施展了侦测毒素，确认没有问题后这才拿起一枚糖渍的浆果放进嘴里，感受着舌尖传来的甜蜜与满足，还有附带的法术效果。

几枚果子下肚，她这才抬起头问坐在对面的男孩：“索斯刚才来过了？这是他用高环神术召唤的英雄宴？”

“嗯！”

桑乔一边啃着羊排，一边不加思索的点了下头。

像这种事情根本没有隐瞒的必要，但凡不是傻瓜都能猜得到。

“啊？索斯来过了？他人在哪呢？”

爱蒙飞快吞下嘴里的食物开始四下张望。

“省省吧，别找了，导师召唤完英雄宴就使用传送魔法离开，压根没有停留多久。”

桑乔随手把吃剩的骨头远远的向山崖下边扔去，砸中了一条正在觅食的狐狸脑袋，吓的对方一跳半米多高，然后撒丫子钻进了灌木林，将自己叛逆的性格展现的淋漓尽致。

毫无疑问！

他是个典型有点倾向混乱阵营的人。

虽然这种倾向暂时还不是非常明显。

“索斯为什么走的那么急？我还有很多关于魔法方面的问题想要向他请教呢。”

听到左思已经走了，爱蒙顿时变得有些闷闷不乐。

毕竟在场所有人中，就属她跟左思的关系最好、相处的也格外愉快。

尤其是烛堡旅店的那段岁月，是女孩这辈子感觉最快乐的时光。

桑乔抬起头瞥了一眼这位同父异母、尚未觉醒的姐姐，摆出一副小大人的模样说道：“没人知道导师究竟在想什么，也没人能搞清楚他究竟要做什么。不过关于魔法方面的问题，我倒是可以提供一些帮助。”

“你？”

爱蒙抬起头，明显有些不太信任这个年纪的男孩能为自己解答复杂的魔法问题，哪怕对方成功施展过不止一个法术。

“别看我年纪小，但实际上已经是个七级的法师了，绝对够格当你的魔法老师。”

桑乔一脸骄傲的主动示好，明显是打算融入这支队伍。

他迫切想要近距离的观察一下阿伯戴尔，还有后者在即将到来的决战中会有怎样表现。

要知道男孩已经见过沙洛佛克，明白这位已经成为博德之门公爵的巴尔之子究竟有多么强大。

说句难听点的话，以阿伯戴尔现如今的实力，别说是战胜沙洛佛克，就是给对方提鞋都不配。

“你这是想要加入我们吗？”

贾西拉无疑察觉到了桑乔的意图。

“嗯，前提是你们愿意接纳我的话。因为我跟沙洛佛克之间也有点恩怨，他的手下曾经用剑割开了我的脖子、刺进了我的心脏。”

桑乔捂着胸口明确表达了对于沙洛佛克的强烈仇恨。

“你的意思是……他杀了你？”

正在胡吃海塞的阿伯戴尔突然停下一切动作，难以置信的长大了嘴巴。

虽然之前男孩已经提到过这件事情，但当时由于受到强烈过敏反应的影响，他根本没来得及询问具体情况。

“你应该已经做过梦，并从中获得了一些特殊的力量，对吧？ 我跟你一样，也从中获得了一些力量。

只不过我的力量更倾向于保命而不是战斗，所以成功的活到了现在。

顺便提醒一句，沙洛佛克其实一直在暗中收集兄弟姐妹，然后把他们带到博德之门地下的神殿内进行献祭。

这也是他为何如此强大的原因。”

桑乔喝了一小口酸甜的果汁解释道。

“该死！这家伙连七八岁的孩子都不放过！简直丧心病狂！”

贾西拉愤怒的抡起拳头狠狠砸了一下桌子。

不管是竖琴手的身份，还是对于森林女神梅莉凯的信仰，都让她无法容忍这种邪恶到极点的行为。

“放心，小家伙，我会亲手砍下沙洛佛克的脑袋替你报仇！”

阿伯戴尔伸出大手拍了拍男孩的肩膀。

也许是得知对方跟自己一样也是巴尔之子，也有可能是出于同样对沙洛佛克的憎恨。

总之，他选择性的忘记了刚才跟桑乔之间小小的误会跟冲突，觉得队伍里多一个同父异母的小兄弟兼法师似乎也不错。

起码在施法能力方面，桑乔要比另外一个被瞬间放倒的散塔林会探子萨尔强太多。

就这样，凭借年龄的优势和早熟的性格，桑乔很快赢得了队伍中半数成员的接纳。

尤其是跟性格同样有点叛逆、随心所欲的爱蒙成了无话不谈的朋友。

一方面两人都对奥术魔法充满了兴趣，另外一方面他们的心理年龄相对接近。

就在众人享受大餐、讨论要如何对付沙洛佛克的时候，远在蜿蜓河对岸另外一座山的山峰上，左思正在与一位“老朋友”对视。

大概过了半分钟，他才笑着开口询问道：“怎么，在夺取风暴之眼失败后，你又再一次盯上了巴尔之子吗？亲爱的艾瑞尼卡斯！”

“我觉得我们应该谈谈，结束之前那些误会。”

艾瑞尼卡斯深吸了一口气强迫自己保持冷静。

通过先后几次的尝试，他已经渐渐意识到自己似乎犯了一个错误，那就是妄图通过暴力手段从眼前这个年轻人手中获得自己想要的东西。

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)