You don't need to ask to know that this is the nest that Wilmes built specifically for himself, an urban community that can accommodate tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.
Near the deepest part of the mountain, there is an opening that leads directly to the skylight on the top of the mountain, and below is a lake filled with red, boiling magma.
Above the lava lake is a solid black fortress made entirely of steel.
In addition to storing a large amount of gold, silver, treasures and precious magical items, this fortress also imprisoned the previous Dragon King, Balagos "Flying Flame".
The young brown dragon Otagos and the black dragon Oroxes under Wilmes are currently responsible for the security of the Iron Fortress. Any fool who tries to break in or even get close may be bitten to death or devoured by them without mercy.
The black dragon, in particular, would first corrode the corpse with acid, and then leave it there until it began to rot and deteriorate before swallowing it with a look of enjoyment.
Recently, many goblins and orcs who were clumsy and even confused about the situation have become food for dragons.
As one of the first dwarf clan leaders to surrender to Wilmes, Todak Houdehek is obviously much smarter than those monsters and barbarian chiefs who are ambitious to expand their influence and gain greater power.
He knew very well that when serving a terrifying creature like the evil dragon, the most important thing was never to achieve great merit, but to ensure that he never made mistakes.
In this way, the dwarves can continue to grow and develop under the protection of the other party's powerful force.
Even if one day Wilmes was killed by the gods' chosen people, adventurers, or dragon slayers, his clan could take the opportunity to expel other races and monopolize this huge underground city and the amazing wealth left by the Red Dragon Queen.
Of course, as long as Wilmes is alive, Todak Houdehek will never make even the slightest act of betrayal.
Because that is no different from seeking death.
Right now, he was leading his clan members and some other conquered dwarf tribes, and they were busy throwing large amounts of mined iron ore into the lava forge to melt it into molten iron, which would then be used to forge weapons and armor to equip the monsters and barbarian armies that were coming over one after another.
Obviously, looking at this posture, we can tell that Vermes is definitely preparing to conquer the entire Starswirl Mountains and then invade the vast Verdas Forest in the north which is ruled by the elves.
Todak Houdehek was not too worried about the coming war.
After all, today's elves are no longer the powerful race that held hegemony over the continent during the Crown War thousands of years ago, but a marginal race that is barely surviving in front of the children of the new era - humans.
Perhaps the elves on Evermeet still wield powerful magic and military might.
But the elves who live scattered across the continent of Faerun usually have only two choices when faced with the overwhelming numerical advantage and fierce attacks of humans.
One is to withdraw to Yongju Island and give up the home where they have lived for generations, and the other is to fight to the end and be wiped out, or even more miserably become a plaything and slave.
This kind of thing has happened more than once in the three countries south of the west coast: Amn, Tethyr, and Calinsand.
Among them, Kalinshan did the most thorough. There are no independent elven villages in the wild anymore. Only a small number of elves and half-elf families remain, who have integrated into the cities, or simply exist as slaves.
The situation in Amn is similar. There are basically no large gatherings of elves. Only a few wild elf tribes still live a primitive life of fishing, hunting and semi-nomadic in the uninhabited forests.
Only in Tethyr did the sudden outbreak of civil strife prevent the policy of encircling and suppressing the elves from being implemented, which led to the temporary prosperity of the elven kingdom in the Wildas Forest.
Of course, this "prosperity" is only relative.
Todak Houdehek believed that as long as the new Red Dragon Queen and her army of monsters were fully armed, crushing a mere tens of thousands of elves would be as easy as eating and drinking.
As for the Vortex Mountains, even Balagos's "Flying Flame" could easily control it, let alone Wilmes who defeated him.
Just as the dwarf chief was imagining a bright future, a huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, flapping its wings and creating strong airflows. Many dwarves who were working were blown so hard that they could not open their eyes.
After a while, an extremely huge red dragon of Purgatory descended from the sky and landed steadily on a specially built flying platform.
Todak Houdehek did not dare to delay for even a second. He quickly rushed forward with his short legs, knelt down on his knees and crawled on the ground.
"Supreme and great Queen! Your servants are here to serve you."
"Nothing happened while I was away, right?"
Wilmes looked around with his eyes as white as black jade.
The leader of the dwarf clan quickly shook his head: "No! Everything is normal.
Except for those stupid orcs and goblins who still like to run around as usual, the rest of the tribes have been placed in designated positions to carry out work according to your instructions.
Furthermore, armor and weapons have already begun production, and you should soon be able to equip yourself with an invincible army.
In addition, when mining the ore veins, we also dug out some gems and smelted a small amount of gold and silver nuggets, all of which have been sent to your treasury."
Hearing this, Wilmes nodded with satisfaction: "You have done very well. Now, I authorize you to manage all the dwarf tribes and be responsible for the daily operation of this underground city. Remember, don't betray my trust, and don't let me down."
"Understood! Don't worry, I will do my best to meet all your requirements."
Todak Houdehek was instantly ecstatic and immediately prostrated himself again.
He was busy running around and asking his people to work hard to produce and build, just for this moment.
With this authorization, the dwarves can obtain a status far superior to other races and receive more resources.
However, what Todak Houdehek didn't know was that this time all of his thoughts were read by the strange object and told to Wilmes.
After realizing the inner calculations of his seemingly loyal fellow, the latter immediately raised the corners of his mouth into a meaningful smile, then turned around and entered the scorching hot steel fortress.
As soon as I stepped through the eerie door, a roar filled with anger and unwillingness echoed in the corridor, accompanied by violent collisions and tremors.
Without asking, one would know that the sound must have been made by Balagos "Flying Flame" imprisoned in the dungeon.
Ever since he was seriously injured and imprisoned, he has been in an extremely unstable mental state, and banging his head against the door is a normal behavior.
Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a few seconds before it calmed down again.
Wilmes ignored these insignificant noises, maintaining his dragon form and walked straight to the deepest dungeon of the Iron Fortress.
Her appearance immediately caught the attention of the moon elf mage, Ashmi.
The latter was obviously relieved, and quickly put down the things at hand, respectfully put one hand on his chest and bowed: "Your Majesty, you are finally back."
"How is it, is this guy still as grumpy as before?"
As Wilmes asked, he peered through the iron window of the heavy metal door and saw that Balagos "Flying Flame" was tightly bound by a huge magic circle and chains emitting magic runes, and deadly red flames continued to spew out from his teeth and mouth.
There is no doubt that the former overlord did not surrender, but tried to melt the steel gate and rush out to regain his freedom whenever he had the chance.
But unfortunately, due to the continuous bleeding, he was too weak, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to break free from the magic chains.
As for his most powerful skill, the Fiery Breath, it was no longer as powerful as before.
Ashmi sighed slightly and explained, “You should know that Balagos is not a normal dragon, but has serious mental and psychological illnesses.
He slept very little, or to be exact, hardly ever rested, as if he had endless energy.
This means that we must be careful at all times, otherwise if we are caught with an opportunity or loophole, he may escape from this huge prison.
I suggest you find a way to solve this problem once and for all.
If it doesn’t work, just kill him.”
Wilmes smiled and replied, "Don't worry about that. I have obtained something from Soth that can completely turn this guy into an obedient slave."
"Oh? What is it?"
Ashmi's eyes sparkled with surprise and curiosity.
She really wanted to know what method Zuo Si would use to force an ancient red dragon like Balagos, who was proud, arrogant, and would never bow his head, to surrender.
“Hehe! You’ll know it soon. Now, help me strengthen the binding force of the magic circle and chains to make sure this guy doesn’t have the slightest ability to resist.”
After saying that, Wilmes signaled the jailer to open the cage, then he pushed open the heavy iron door and walked in.
Seeing her huge figure, Balagos, who was still struggling and roaring frantically the previous second, immediately became quiet. His pupils revealed strong resentment, and he asked through gritted teeth: "What do you want to do? Are you here to kill me?"
"Kill you? No, no, no, that would be such a waste. I want to turn you into a loyal servant to me." Wilmes raised his chin slightly and announced in a condescending tone.
"Hahahaha! Are you daydreaming? Who do you think I am? I am Fei Yan! The greatest red dragon in the world! I will never bow to anyone! And I will never become your servant!"
Balagos gave a wild laugh.
There is no doubt that although he does not want to die, he is never afraid of death, as can be seen from his wild fighting style.
In other words, almost every red dragon that can live to this age group of the ancient times has experienced many battles.
Fighting and death have long become instincts ingrained in their bones.
When cornered, a red dragon doesn't mind either suffering mutual loss or death together with its enemy.
This is also the reason why they can become the leaders of the five-colored evil dragons.
Even a golden dragon, which is slightly stronger overall, will often be killed by a red dragon of the same age.
Unfortunately, Balagos had no idea what a gift the other party had prepared for him this time.
Seeing the former dragon king yelling crazily, Wilmes was not angry at all. Instead, he couldn’t help but sighed with a smile: “What a familiar scene.
When I first met Soth, I was as arrogant as you are now.
But as time went by, I gradually realized that in the face of truly powerful force, the so-called dignity and pride are not worth mentioning at all.
Most importantly, do you think I’m asking for your opinion?
No! I'm just letting you know.
It is not up to you to become my servant."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Wilmes slowly took out the jar containing the rare item.
When Balagos saw the tentacle monster inside that had expanded to an alarming size, his face suddenly changed and he screamed in horror: "Mind-flayer? Get out of here! Take that thing away from me!"
"Sorry, it's too late. It may be a little painful later, please bear with it for a while. Believe me, this process will not take long and the pain is only temporary."
Wilmes grinned with a sinister and evil smile, and simply copied and pasted the words that Zuo Si had said to him that year.
Without any hesitation!
She simply broke the jar and roughly pulled the strange object out, then threw it into Balagos "Flying Flame"'s face.
The strange creature didn't waste any time. It waved its thick tentacles and activated its psychic power, prying open the opponent's fragile and sensitive nostrils and forcing its soft body in.
This process is undoubtedly very painful and terrifying.
So much so that Balagos began to struggle and resist like a madman, trying to burn to death this horrible creature that was about to invade his brain by breathing fire.
But unfortunately, Ashmi was already prepared, and quickly increased the binding force of the magic circle and chains to the maximum, causing him to lie prone on the ground, unable to move. He could only groan in pain through his teeth, his two lava-like eyes filled with despair for the tragic fate that was about to come.
Because anyone with a little common sense knows what it means to have your brain eaten and replaced by a creature like the mind flayer.
That is not physical death in the ordinary sense, or simply the destruction of the brain.
Rather, it is an all-round annihilation from the spirit to the consciousness, from the body to the soul.
Although Balagos was not quite sure what this huge Mind Flayer-like creature in front of him was and how it was created, he could clearly feel the psychic power emanating from those sticky tentacles.
The closer to the cranial cavity, the more susceptible the brain is to interference.
Even though some kind of signal is clearly sent to the body, it cannot be transmitted at all.
In addition, the torture caused by the fragile nasal mucosa being forcibly stretched and torn caused him to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
After several minutes, when the strange object completely entered the place where the brain and spine were connected and inserted its tentacles deeply into the nerve center to complete the control of the body, the struggle of Balagos' "Flying Flame" finally stopped completely.
"nailed it?"
The Moon Elf Mage asked in an uncertain tone.
Wilmes smiled and replied, "Ah! Done! Let him go! From now on, he will be our most loyal ally and servant."
Ashmi was obviously a little skeptical, and first carefully released the restraints of the magic circle.
Seeing that Balagos's "Flying Flame" did not suddenly attack, she untied the magic chains wrapped around her body.
After all the restraints disappeared, the ancient red dragon stood up and moved its body slightly under the nervous gaze of several pairs of eyes.
Just when everyone around was feeling very uneasy, Wilmes suddenly issued a series of orders without any warning.
"Get down!"
"Get down!"
"Roll around!"
"shake hands!"
…
In a flash, Balagos "Flying Flame", which had just exuded a powerful aura and deterrence, turned into a Husky in an instant.
Especially the action of sticking out tongue, which was exactly the same as that of a pet dog, which made people's jaws drop.
The brown dragon Otagos and the black dragon Oroxes, who had been tortured and abused by Balagos, rubbed their eyes repeatedly with their claws to confirm that they were not hallucinations.
After all, in their impression, the former master was an absolutely cruel king, even the demons in the bottomless abyss could not compare with him.
But now, the whole dragon's painting style has become non-serious, even making people want to laugh.
"Well—what a good dog!"
Wilmes raised his left front paw and patted Balagos' head, an action that was no different from a human patting a dog's head.
At this moment, she was extremely grateful that there were no other witnesses around when she did these actions. Otherwise, if she were like Balagos, she would be completely socially disowned in the dragon circle.
Ashmi stared at the scene with eyes wide open in shock. After a full minute, he cautiously asked, "Did that mind flayer-like creature just now devour and replace his brain?"
"No! The magic object only temporarily cuts off the connection between the brain and the spinal nerves.
Balagos was still alive and could hear and see everything that was happening around him, but he had no control over his body.
How about it? Isn't it a great creation and invention? You know, this is something that Soth successfully made when he was still an apprentice, but it can make a notorious ancient red dragon powerless to resist.
It’s a pity that he only did this one, otherwise we could easily control hundreds of dragons to form a legion.
It was like a doomsday scene that covered the sky and sun under the influence of the Dragon Madness Mystery."
While saying this, Wilmes showed an expression of expectation and longing.
When she was a teenager, she was influenced by Kingslayer to join a dragon parade and was impressed by the damage that could be caused by dozens or even hundreds of dragons gathering together to attack a town.
If it weren't for those damn pointy-eared elves who secretly hid in the dark and stabbed the dragon with the Dragon Madness Chain during the war between giants and dragons in ancient times, the world of Toril would never have been ruled by mortals.
You have to know that in the eyes of the dragons, the elves who have just come to this world are actually no different from humans, they are all like "two-legged sheep".
Back then, the Sun Elf princes had to offer rare and precious Moon Elf "human sacrifices" to the "Lord of the Mountains", a powerful advanced dragon, in exchange for a brief period of peace.
At that time, there were only dozens of sun elves in the entire continent of Faerun, and there was only one moon elf.
Although these guys later relied on conspiracy and trickery to summon the power of Ghaunadaur, the god of slime, and successfully killed the "Lord of the Mountains", it can also be felt from this how powerful the dragon was at that time.
So this is why the dragons of the evil camp, whether they are red dragons or green dragons, particularly like to eat elves.
The hatred between the two races is so deep that it cannot be completely resolved.
Especially things like the Dragon Madness Maze are still causing huge killings, destruction and death.
Thinking of this, Wilmes glanced at Ashmi with a creepy look, which immediately frightened the latter.
Fortunately, she knew that this Moon Elf Mage was not an elf in the general sense. From the moment he fell into the evil camp, he was no longer blessed by the elven gods. Now he should be on her side, so she suppressed the strong desire for killing and revenge in her heart.
After a brief silence, Wilmes immediately spoke to the strange object again: "Allow Balagos to speak."
"As you wish!"
奇物瞬间放开管制让自己控制的这条太古红龙得以暂时获得嘴巴和嗓子的控制权。
下一秒……
巴拉迦斯便怒不可遏的咆哮道：“该死的混蛋！你对我做了什么？那个怪物居然能强制控制我的身体！”
“呵呵呵呵，我刚才不是跟你说过了吗？ 从现在起，你就是我最最忠心的仆从。
记住，刚才、钻进脑子里那个奇物能随时随地读取你的思维和记忆，截断你对于身体任何一个部位的控制权。
这也就意味着，但凡你产生了一丁点不该有的想法，它都能瞬间感知到并让你什么都做不了。
你现在唯一能做的就是跪下来向我宣誓效忠，成为一条唯命是从的好狗。
否则你永远也别指望能重新控制身体。
而且我的耐心也不是无限的。
要是你一直不肯低头，那我就让它吃了你的脑子取而代之。
正好，索斯也想要一条夺脑龙呢。”
维尔梅斯嘴角大幅度上扬浮现出了魔鬼般的笑容。
也不知道是不是因为炼狱血统的关系，她越来越能感受到左思那种威胁、操纵、控制别人心理带来的快乐与满足。
一听到“夺脑龙”这三个字，巴拉迦斯心底瞬间涌起无法抑制的强烈恐惧。
作为一条太古红龙，他可不像普通成年巨龙那样无知，知道这种即便是在夺心魔族群中也可以被称之为禁忌的生物。
通常来说，夺脑龙有两种情况。
一种是龙的大脑被夺心魔蝌蚪吞噬并完全取而代之，还有一种是夺心魔蝌蚪的力量没能完全吞噬掉巨龙的大脑，反过来被巨龙的意识吞噬，甚至是完成了一定的融合。
不管是哪一个，都意味着其生命形态发生了根本性的变化。
更何况刚才进入自己颅腔的奇物体型那么巨大，百分之百可以将整个大脑吞噬掉并取而代之。
所以巴拉迦斯在经过激烈的思想斗争之后，最终还是抛弃了身为龙王的尊严和高傲，垂下脑袋向眼前这条雌性炼狱红龙俯首，缓缓从嘴里吐出了几个字：“从今天起，您就是我的主人，我则是您最忠心的仆人。”
“哈哈哈哈！很好！非常好！”
维尔梅斯发出一阵肆无忌惮的狂笑，猛然间张开双翼将自己的龙威散发出去。
她的这个动作立刻引发了连锁反应。
不管是一旁的青少年棕龙和黑龙，还是阿什米和其他地牢里的狱卒，都纷纷跪在地上向这位强大的红龙女王表示臣服。
因为他们明白有了巴拉迦斯“飞焰”这个金牌打手之后，整个西海岸南方地区再也没有任何一条龙能够与之相抗衡，即便是那些喜欢抱团的金龙、银龙也不例外。
毕竟这可是两条强大的龙王，联起手来的杀伤力绝不是一加一等于二那么简单。
得意了一阵之后，维尔梅斯这才自顾自的开口说道：“巴拉迦斯，我现在有一个重要的任务要交给你去办。
立刻飞往卡林衫和泰瑟尔的边境地带，去试试那些巴尔之子的成色。
然后再掉头去维尔达斯森林唤醒那些精灵对你的恐惧。
千万不要暴露我们之间的关系，你要用自己的名义来完成这一切。”
“了解！”
太古红龙微微点了下头，随后便在几名牧师的治疗下恢复伤势，最终扇动翅膀从头顶巨大的天窗离开地下深处，消失在一片白色的云层之中。
尽管他并不太清楚维尔梅斯下达的这些命令究竟欲意何为，但却能依稀察觉到背后肯定隐藏了一个巨大的阴谋。
尤其是索斯这个几次三番出现在耳边的名字，让巴拉迦斯联想到了很多。
但遗憾的是他察觉到了太晚了，以至于现在根本没有任何翻盘的机会。
……
与此同时，远在北地寒冷的群山中，身为“带孝子”的黄铜龙——库尔雷莫斯，也终于开始着手实施自己的计划。
相比起维尔梅斯简单粗暴的通过战斗来解决一切，他显然玩的花样更多、也更隐蔽。
为了让竖琴手与疤佬克劳斯产生冲突，这家伙故意引导两个贼偷窃了一条银龙刚刚产下的蛋，然后献给老龙换取了丰厚的报酬。
众所周，银龙是最喜欢摇人发动正义群殴的巨龙，没有之一。
在意识到自己的蛋落在了克劳斯的手中，这条银龙立刻变得暴怒无比，迅速呼朋唤友召唤来了一条金龙、一条银龙和十几个竖琴手成员，打算冲进前者的老巢去把龙蛋抢回来。
结果双方不出意外的在米拉巴东面山区的狭窄山谷中遭遇并爆发了一场大战。
正常来说三条龙加上十几个经验丰富的竖琴手成员，怎么看都应该是稳赢才对。
可遗憾的是克劳斯也不是孤身一人，而是在巢穴附近有着大量的手下。
他直接召唤火巨人和其他一些怪物前来帮忙。
没过一会儿功夫，三条金属龙便一死两重伤，竖琴手同盟的人更是只有一个活着逃了出去，其余的全部都遭到了屠戮和俘虏。
看着两条善良阵营的金属龙被拖进洞穴，死掉的那只也被剥皮抽筋，库尔雷莫斯脸上浮现出了无比邪恶的笑容，用只有自己才能听见的声音喃喃自语道：“没错……没错……就是这样！ 有活着的俘虏，以竖琴手同盟和那些善良金属龙的行事作风就必然会来营救。
来的越多死伤自然也就越多。
等你们打到两败俱伤的时候，我在出手干掉所有人。
亲爱的卡斯特兰费里安，你和你那些正义之爪的同伴们是不是也会插手呢？
如果这次能将你变成我的战利品，那就再好不过了。”
“主……主人，我听说伊尔明斯特现如今就在北地，要是他来了怎么办？”
旁边一名法师打扮的男人低下头小心翼翼的询问道。
毫无疑问，他被眼前这条拥有传奇施法能力黄铜龙的邪恶程度吓得不轻。
毕竟在寒冷的北地，竖琴手同盟几乎可以算得上是实力最强大、最不能招惹的势力之一。
尤其是背后站着的魔法女神选民，简直就是所有奥术施法者的克星。
库尔雷莫斯瞥了一眼胆小的手下，轻蔑的笑着回应道：“怕什么？就算伊尔明斯特来了，要对付的也是克劳斯，跟我们有什么关系。更何况你怎么知道我就打不过他？”
“我的意思是……您看是不是要多找一些盟友来帮忙，亦或是支持其他势力给竖琴手找点麻烦。”
法师赶忙说出了自己的想法。
他可不希望被这位阴险狡诈、工于心计的新主人视作没用的废物，不然自己极有可能会像前任一样，在某次执行任务中“意外”的死掉。
“嗯——听上去是个不错的主意。
不如这样，你去联络一下拜龙教的那些家伙，让他们找机会搞出点动静。
只要能做到这一点，多许诺点好处也无所谓。
反正我根本没打算履行承诺，更没想他们能活下来。”
库尔雷莫斯摸着下露出阴冷的表情。
在坑人这方面，他可是从用来都不会有什么心理负担。
更何况拜龙教跟左思还有些恩怨。
像这种既能狠狠拍上司马屁、又能给敌人找麻烦，还能趁机把水搅浑，一举三得的好事，要是不干那才对不起自己呢。
“如您所愿，我的主人。”
法师赶忙深深地鞠了一躬，随后施展传送魔法消失在原地。
他前脚刚走，散塔林会黑暗情报网的负责人席曼蒙便后脚出现，用略带玩味的语气问：“你的计划进行的如何了？”
“还不错。到目前为止一切顺利。怎么，你这是遇到什么麻烦需要我帮忙吗？”库尔雷莫斯似笑非笑的反问道。
很显然，由于都是中立邪恶兼老阴比的关系，所以他们俩可以说是臭味相投，一直维持着不错的关系。
尤其在情报分享这方面，借助烁油移动终端几乎做到了极致。
这也是为什么竖琴手会掉入陷阱被算计的原因。
尽管他们也拥有相当出色的情报网，可是与能够实时进行通讯联络的对手比还是差太远了。
席曼蒙轻轻摇了摇头：“没有，我这边也一切顺利。
尤其是散提尔堡成功占领博德之门后，我的任务就已经基本完成了，剩下的不过是演一场戏而已。
相比起这件事情，我倒是更关心竖琴手同盟高层的动向。
要知道他们最近可是损失惨重，一直都处于战略收缩状态。
以我对竖琴手同盟的了解，他们这样做肯定是在策划着什么，需要多加注意。”
“哦？你听到什么风声了吗？”库尔雷莫斯眯起眼睛试探道。
“据我所知，伊尔明斯特、风暴·银手和一些竖琴手高层前不久出现在长鞍镇，似乎是开了个什么会。但我的探子没敢靠近，生怕被认出来。”
Ximanmeng was the first to share his intelligence.
For him, this information itself does not have any special value, as long as it can achieve the ultimate goal.
What is the current goal of the Zhentarim? The answer is obvious, that is to use all means to strike at the power of the Harper Alliance.
This is not only in the interests of the organization itself, but will also satisfy Zuo Si and Fu Zuoer Chamberlain.
"Longsaddle Town? The Hubbell family?"
Kurremos fell into deep thought for a moment.
As a master of conspiracy and intrigue, it is impossible for him not to pay attention to the situation in the North.
Although Chang'an Town, with only more than 130 residents, has basically no size among the many towns in the North, its trade volume is frighteningly low.
But the wizards of the Habel family can be said to be very famous.
Whether you like them or hate them, it is impossible to ignore this force that wields amazing magical powers.
However, Kurremos had never heard of any relationship between the Harper family and the Harper Alliance.
Maybe their appearance in Longsaddle Town was just a coincidence? Did they just happen to pass by? Just when the "filial son" was puzzled, another portal opened out of nowhere, and Hared III appeared out of nowhere and said bluntly: "I know why they appeared in Longsaddle Town."
"Who are you?"
Kurremos immediately showed a vigilant expression, and his fingertips were flashing with the brilliance of arcane magic.
He had never seen Hared III, and didn't know that this guy had become Zuo Si's special weapon against the Harper Alliance. He thought he was a spy sent by other forces.
However, Ximanmeng obviously knew about this matter, and immediately raised his hand to stop him, saying: "Don't be nervous, this is Hared III, Elminster's former scribe, but now he has surrendered to Lord Soth."
Hearing this, a hint of surprise immediately flashed in Kurremos's eyes. He couldn't believe that his master could actually poach such an important person away from Elminster.
But he quickly adjusted his mentality and greeted with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Hared III. I hope the information you brought can play a crucial role. After all, the Harper Alliance is a troublesome enemy, and it is not easy to get rid of them."
“No, you are wrong.
In fact, the Harper Alliance is not as powerful as outsiders imagine.
As long as you can find the rules and patterns of their actions, you can easily nip it in the bud.
No one in the world understands Elminster and his stupid, stubborn ways of thinking better than I do.
And I will assist you in completely destroying and disintegrating the entire Harper Alliance.
I want to make that old immortal feel incomparable pain!
I want him to wail in despair!"
Without a doubt, if there was anyone in the world who hated Elminster the most, it was Hared III.
After all, there is a saying that goes, the deeper the hatred, the deeper the love.
The more you like and admire someone, the stronger the hatred you will feel when your thoughts turn against you.
Today, Hared III is like a madman who has gone mad due to strong stimulation, and his mind is full of thoughts about how to destroy Elminster.
Ximanmeng keenly caught this point, and immediately raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I think we may need to find a safe place where no one is around to have a good talk."
“I totally agree!”
Kuerremos agreed without thinking.
Being an experienced and calculating man, he obviously noticed the other party's abnormal emotions, and the evil fire in his heart was instantly ignited.
In the eyes of these two old villains, Harry III is undoubtedly a poor wretch with a distorted mind and cognition. He is the most interesting toy, no doubt about it.
And they also wanted to figure out what Zuo Si had done to turn the clerk of Elminster into what he is now.
"Then come with me! I have set up a safe house in Mirabar and recruited many thieves, adventurers, and mercenaries to monitor the activities of the Harper Alliance."
After saying this, Hared III turned around and led the way towards the city at the bottom of the valley.
Since the distance was not far, he did not use teleportation magic or flying skills.
Kurremos and Ximamon exchanged a look and quickly followed.
Poor Hared III has not yet realized that he has been a pawn from the very beginning.
Not only Zuo Si can manipulate him at will, but also Kurremos and Ximamon can do so.
In fact, his greatest usefulness has never been in providing any useful advice, nor in how many times he has disrupted the actions of the Harper Alliance or how many casualties he has caused.
Rather, it was the psychological and spiritual blow that its existence itself caused to Elminster.
If one day Elminster was forced to kill Hared III with his own hands, he would inevitably suffer a huge and unhealable trauma in his heart.
This is the evil purpose that Zuo Si really wants to achieve...
(End of this chapter)