After all, no matter what, the other party is a member of the royal family of Cormyr, the biological daughter of the legendary King Azzan IV, and she herself is also a powerful warrior and Purple Dragon Knight, who has commanded the army to defeat powerful enemies more than once.
Therefore, in order to avoid any diplomatic crisis and to find out what Her Royal Highness the Princess wanted to do, Eribes finally chose to invite her into the city first and met her in the lobby of the lord's mansion, which had just been captured and was also the castle.
As soon as they met, she noticed the pride that emanated from Yaluselle, and the wildness hidden beneath the image of a "princess" that was beautiful and elegant in the eyes of most people.
Yes!
Just wild!
Because the half-elf paladin noticed that the other party's armor did not have any decorative patterns or gorgeous gems. It completely adhered to the principles of pragmatism and defense first, and even looked a bit ugly.
This undoubtedly seriously violates women's natural love of beauty.
Very clear and obvious marks of slashing and piercing can be seen on the shoulders, abdomen, neck guard and other parts of the armor.
This shows that Yalusel is not the kind of commander who simply stays in the rear, but rather a warrior who dares to lead his men to charge into the enemy.
Only a general who always charges at the front line would have so many scars on his armor.
Especially those sharp eyes, which give people the feeling of a sword drawn from its sheath, full of aggressive momentum, enough to impress anyone who sees them.
Most importantly, she didn't have the slightest bit of princess's airs or reserve. She strode forward like a man, opened her arms and gave Eribes an almost rude bear hug, smiling and greeting him, "Good evening, my friend from Neverwinter in the far north. I'm glad to meet a young female commander like me in a place like this."
"It's nice to meet you too, Princess."
As a holy knight who symbolizes purity, justice, and kindness, Erebeth's movements were obviously a little stiff, and he seemed to be uncomfortable with such overly intimate behavior on their first meeting.
However, out of politeness, she did not push him away, but let him touch her cheek.
After the greetings were over, Yalusel immediately asked impatiently: "If you don't mind, can you tell me about the current situation?
The fact that your army can appear here must mean that they have already defeated or even defeated the army of Zhentil Keep, right? Where is Fuzor Chamberlain and his army now, and how many soldiers are left? Can you mark it on the map for me? "
It must be said that the Iron Princess's enthusiasm for war and fighting really frightened Eribes, and he quickly explained with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, things may be a little different from what you imagined.
In fact, I don't know what the battle situation is like in Baldur's Gate. I am just a detachment sent by Lord Soth to recapture important towns along the Chongsa River.
We started from the small town of Nasike and advanced eastward along the Urden Trade Road, retaking the occupied towns of Green Nest, Berdask, and Asblewen along the way. We had just captured the city of Iliaba more than an hour ago.
According to Lord Soth's orders, the next step is to continue eastward to liberate the trade route all the way to the town captured by Zhentil Fort on the Dragon Coast.
But unfortunately, in the river wharf warehouse in Iliaba, I found a large amount of resources and wealth that Fuzor Chamberlain plundered from the West Heartland area.
This means that if he knew the news, he would definitely find ways to take these things back.
Therefore, I decided to abandon my original plan to move eastward and just hold on here and wait for help.
I believe that once Lord Soth wins the decisive battle, he will rush over to provide assistance as quickly as possible.
By then, attacking from both sides will surely inflict heavy damage on the evil forces in Zhentil Castle, making it impossible for them to take back the looted wealth and supplies.
By the way, I haven't asked you why you suddenly showed up here with your army? Is the Kingdom of Cormyr also preparing to declare war on Zhentil Keep?"
Hearing this, Yalusel couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahaha! To be honest, my father has wanted to send troops a long time ago.
However, there were constant troubles in Cormyr and I had no time to spare.
But now...
He was persuaded by Lady Lyra of Waterdeep to cut off Fuzzol Chamberlain's escape route and make him give up all the supplies and wealth he had looted from the land, not allowing him to take any away.
My father gave me a fleet and asked me to intercept it at sea.
But compared to fighting at sea, I prefer a head-on confrontation on land.
Therefore, I handed over the command of the fleet to another earl, and I led more than 300 elite knights to land at the Bosiku Bridge on the border, bypassed the East City and came to Iliaba.
The original plan was to launch a surprise attack to seize this place, and then use it as a base to cut off the retreat route of Zhentil Castle.
But I didn't expect that I was a step late and you got the upper hand."
"So... you want to join forces with us?"
Eribes' eyes lit up slightly, and she seemed to understand a little bit what the Iron Princess was thinking.
Because she also planned to fight a blocking battle here, consume as much manpower as possible of Fuzor Chamberlain, and ensure that he could no longer pose a threat to the cities near the Dragon Coast in the east.
"That's right! And I really want to learn from you about Lord Soth and his legendary adventures on the west coast of Faerun."
As he spoke, Yalusel's eyes flashed with naked and undisguised curiosity.
After all, she had obtained some relevant information from other intelligence agencies in the palace and Leila, and suddenly became very interested in this young man who was close to her age.
Whether it is his identity as one of the chosen ones of multiple gods, or his ability as a planeswalker that can travel freely between different planes and even time and space.
In addition, the Iron Princess also learned about the process of going to the Abyss to rescue the goddess of wealth Waukeen from the legendary Purple Dragon Knight, Bonita, who returned home to visit her relatives some time ago.
This is also why she did not stay on the sea, but led more than 300 knights all the way to Iliaba, an important town on the Chongsa River.
Eribes smiled and responded, “Of course no problem.
However, I don't know much about Lord Soth, so I'm afraid I can't satisfy all of your curiosity.
Besides, after such a long journey, I think you and your knights must be hungry.
How about we talk while we eat?"
Yalusel nodded without hesitation: "Of course! On behalf of all the knights of Cormier, I thank you for your hospitality. Also, please don't treat me as a princess, just as an ordinary cavalry commander."
Soon, the two young female commanders, both of whom possessed high command ability and military literacy, walked towards the restaurant shoulder to shoulder.
With the arrival of more than 300 elite knights of Cormyr, Aribeth obviously had the confidence to fight against the elite forces of Zhentil Keep.
You should know that these knights are not ordinary guards or militiamen who may not even have LV1 warrior level, but noble knights who have at least LV5 warrior and LV1 purple dragon knight professional levels.
In the feudal kingdom of Cormyr, they not only held noble titles and fiefs, but many of them were also sons or daughters of great noble families without inheritance rights.
Therefore, the role that these three hundred knights can play when they are actually deployed on the battlefield is equivalent to that of three to four thousand people or even more.
This means that Aribeth does not need to worry that his low-quality soldiers will not be able to withstand the fierce attacks of the dark guards of the Church of Bane, which will eventually lead to a major defeat.
…
Zuo Si was obviously unaware of the incident that was happening in the far East.
Or rather, he was still busy dealing with something much more important than that.
As the night passed, the sun rose from the sea level again, bringing light and heat to the whole world. After a whole night of partying, Baldur's Gate finally became a little quieter.
Many drunk civilians were lying in the streets.
Some of them were hugging each other and mumbling something, while others were holding various animals, wine bottles, tables, stools, vases and other miscellaneous things in their arms.
Some even fell asleep unconscious on their own vomit and excrement.
The black hairy chest and white butt were displayed so openly in public.
In short, this picture alone can definitely help those who have not yet developed a drinking habit to quit drinking.
If this happened in modern society on Earth, these people would probably be socially dead when they woke up, and would have to consider living on another planet.
But these are not the main points! The main point is that under the instigation of those sea merchants, more than 20,000 people gathered at the entrance of the Supreme Hall, the central palace of Baldur's Gate, shouting that they wanted to join the commercial empire of Amn and become a port city under its command.
Such a large event would naturally not fail to alarm the representatives from various northern towns who had been having a banquet all night.
Including Elastro, everyone went up to the balcony on the upper floor and looked down at this extremely spectacular and shocking scene.
Pirgalen, the public lord of Waterdeep, showed an expression of disbelief. He turned around and stared at Khelben, who was also a lord, as if asking how this was done.
After all, that's 20,000 people! Although during the years of turmoil, the permanent population of Baldur's Gate once reached 86,000 to 115,000.
But later, with the violent turmoil caused by the gods being cast down to the mortal world, the negative impact of the defeat in the naval battle with the Nelanther Islands a few years ago, and the recent war initiated by the conspiracy of Sarevok, the son of Baal, all led to a cliff-like drop in the city's permanent population.
Today there are probably fewer than 50,000.
Excluding underage children and elderly people with mobility problems, this is almost the entire young and middle-aged population of the city.
And it can be clearly seen that the proportion of women is much higher than that of men.
Because many men died in previous wars, leaving behind a large number of widows who lost their husbands and children who lost their fathers.
There is no doubt that these disadvantaged groups in traditional society need protection from powerful external forces more than ever.
This is also one of the reasons why those maritime merchants were able to incite them.
"It seems that you have won the recognition of the people of this city, right?"
Alustriel made a meaningful joke.
She was not blind and knew what happened during the party last night.
Those merchants supported by the Nelanther Islands directly opened their own warehouses and distributed large amounts of food and wine to ordinary people as if they were free, and then instilled in them that if Baldur's Gate wanted to survive and become better, it must take the initiative to merge into Amn.
Otherwise a similar situation will happen again.
The fear of being occupied by the monster army of Zhentil Castle before led to the scene that everyone saw this morning.
Although the means are a bit shady, it is indeed a reflection of the will of the people.
You have to know that Baldur's Gate previously implemented a ruling system consisting of a council of four dukes, which had already disappointed the civilians with the failure of the naval battle and the exposure of a large number of shady dealings.
Years of fierce internal fighting have made the business environment worse and worse.
This is also why Sharevok's actions were so smooth, and even the death of several dukes' entire families did not cause any violent backlash.
The truth is that ordinary people no longer care about the lives of these dukes, their families, and their allies.
The war launched by Sarevok resulted in the deaths of a large number of men, and the army of Zhentil Keep occupied Baldur's Gate and raised the butcher knife against the upper ruling class, which awakened the fear of the lower class people in this city.
Nowadays, they don’t want to struggle anymore, and they don’t care about free will. They just want a stable and peaceful life.
So now comes the question.
In the continent of Faerun, what kind of system is the most stable and least likely to have problems?
The answer is obviously a feudal monarchy and a country ruled by a powerful wizard! Look at the Kingdom of Cormyr, and then look at Halrua, the wizard country composed of the remnants of Netheril. Which one has not stood and existed for thousands of years, and there are rarely any violent turmoil.
In contrast, look at the West Coast city-states that practice so-called parliamentary and democratic systems.
Waterdeep has been in constant civil strife since its founding, and has only gradually stabilized after the power transition in the last two or three hundred years. Before that, all kinds of bloody assassinations and seizures of power occurred one after another; Silvermoon City also experienced a past that was hard to look back on, and it did not truly prosper until Alustriel came to power; not to mention Baldur's Gate, which has experienced three changes of ruling power.
The most serious one was called the "Tax Riot", in which farmers and local lords levied taxes on passing ships, which aroused strong dissatisfaction among the ship owners and eventually led to a war.
This riot directly led to hostility between the merchants, pirate class and local peasants and lords to this day.
So after the sea merchants listed a large number of screened facts, the residents of Baldur's Gate began to firmly believe that both the parliamentary system and the so-called democratic voting would only bring endless chaos and disasters.
Instead, it is a powerful monarch with absolute power who can bring the order and peace he desires.
So, this scene appeared before our eyes.
Of course, the Church of Bane was definitely behind this.
Although Fuzor Chamberlain ran away, he secretly left a lot of Bane's priests hiding in the dark, intending to jump out and build a temple as soon as Zuo Si came to power, so as to expand the influence of the God of Tyranny in this land.
Zuo Si did not rush to start his political performance, but lowered his voice and whispered in the ear of the Queen of Silvermoon City: "Do you remember what I told you before?
Most ordinary people have neither the ability to think independently nor the ability to distinguish right from wrong. They are just a group of blind followers who are easily led by the nose.
Their herd mentality is like that of sheep, always following the leader's every move.
If you want to influence the majority of people, you only need to control a few of the leaders among them and make them act according to your will and get the desired results.
That's why I say that Silvermoon City's one-person-one-vote political election system is a joke.
Is it really fair that a scholar who has studied political economy for decades and has extremely rich experience and a loser who does nothing but stays in the pub and talks big both have only one vote in an election?
If one day he needs to decide something important by voting, and his final vote will determine the future of the city, he makes the wrong choice, which eventually leads to a terrible disaster.
So who should bear this responsibility? The people who vote?
Or is he just a useless person who only knows how to talk big? Therefore, centralizing power is the ultimate solution for a country and a political entity.
Only in this way can you realize your ideals and unify the entire Silver Moon Alliance.
Politics is the most evil, dirty and despicable game in the world. Good people cannot survive in this field.
If you want to be successful, you must first kill your naivety and unrealistic ideals. "
"Is this your theory of using evil means to do good things? Do you think the thoughts and will of the rulers are the key to determining the final outcome?" Alustriel questioned with narrowed eyes.
"Isn't it?"
Zuo Si asked back with a smile.
“Look at Neverwinter under Lord Nasir and Silvermoon under your rule;
Look at Cyre, ruled by red wizards;
and Amn under the previous Council of Six.
I think it should be easy to draw the conclusion.
Politics is a game that focuses more on results than process.
In addition, power has been based on violence from the very beginning.
You don't think people respect the law because it has some sacred and inviolable power, do you? No! People are simply afraid of the law enforcement power hidden behind the law, which is simply violence that can cause death.
What you see now, the picture of public opinion, is nothing more than precise psychological control and manipulation of social group thinking.
Excuse me, I have to excuse myself for a moment while I respond to these petitions from the citizens of Baldur's Gate."
After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and jumped down from the balcony, shouting to the noisy crowd: "Quiet! Please keep quiet! I can't communicate with so many people at the same time, so please elect a few representatives."
moment!
The team of more than 20,000 people fell silent and began to stare at each other, showing the helplessness that ordinary people would experience in important occasions.
But soon, several "actors" who were hired at a high price quickly won the recognition of people around them with their outstanding professional skills.
After a short while, more than a dozen "representatives" were elected.
No one knew that they had actually been chosen long ago, and even the maritime merchants who were fanning the flames behind the scenes were unaware of the real situation.
To be precise, these representatives are basically professional bards who are born to be spies, assassins, bewitchers and inciters.
As a sharp weapon against the bureaucratic system, these liches have trained and employed a large number of bards in recent years.
On weekdays, these poets traveled around various towns, attending various banquets and performances, and secretly collecting a large amount of intelligence, both from the enemy and from within.
Moreover, unlike the impression of many people that the bards in Faerun can only play musical instruments and sing to provide entertainment in taverns, they are very good at arcane magic such as illusion, transformation and music, and also have excellent stealth ability.
This is why the symbol of the largest intelligence organization, the Harper League, is the harp, the most commonly used instrument by a bard.
Because in this organization, the proportion of bards is much higher than that of other professions.
However, unlike the duties of the Harpists, the Bards trained by the Arcane Mystics must not only train the original skills of the Bard, but also take extra time to learn about personal psychology and social psychology.
Compared to collecting information and spying on the enemy, they are actually better at carrying out tasks like inciting people on a large scale and manipulating hundreds of people at their fingertips.
In particular, successfully manipulating other people's thoughts and behaviors can easily make these guys feel inexplicable excitement and satisfaction.
It's as if he is the high and mighty king hiding in the darkness, while others are just clowns who are being manipulated and know nothing.
Just as the leaders of the towns in the North were staring at Zuo Si who was negotiating with the "representatives" with envy, Khelben quietly came behind Alustriel and asked in a very low voice: "What did Sos talk to you about just now? You look a little unhappy."
"No, it's nothing. I just feel like my confidence took a bit of a hit."
The Queen of Silvermoon City raised her head and revealed a faint bitter smile.
"Strike?"
Kelben blinked in confusion.
Alustriel smoothed the long silver hair hanging down beside his ears and nodded slightly: "Yes.
I suddenly realized that compared with South, the political views and bottom line I had insisted on in the past now seemed very childish and ridiculous.
It is clear that he understands the nature of politics and governance better than any of us, and knows exactly what should be done and when.
No wonder Asmodeus invited him to join Hell.
I believe that with such a good helper, the political situation in Baator will gradually become more and more stable from the original undercurrent, until a certain ultimate evil order is achieved. "
“I never doubted that.
In fact, it is precisely because I see these qualities in South that I choose to support him in building a huge West Coast empire.
After all, in our world, there has never been a country in the true sense that has a vast land area and is highly unified in the political, economic and cultural fields.
Although the Mulhorand Empire in the East is huge and unified, it does not rely on secular power, but is a theocracy ruled by the gods themselves.
Ever since the gods returned to the essence of the outer planes, this old empire has begun all kinds of conspiracies and power struggles, just like the great empires that have appeared in history.
Sel, which also has a huge land area, is also not a unified country.
Because its actual rulers, the red-robed wizards, are not a united entity.
The parliament was even split into two opposing camps, represented by the faction leader.
So I really want to see with my own eyes what the country that Soth mentioned is like and what profound impact it will have on the world. "
As he said this, a hint of anticipation appeared on Kelben's serious face.
"Sos wants to establish a new form of country, and what you want to see is a new order that can break the shackles of the past. In a way, you two should be the same kind of people."
Alustriel couldn't help but sighed softly.
Sometimes she really wished she could pursue something as simple and pure as Khelbourne.
But due to his special identity, no matter what he does, he must make complex weighing of the pros and cons, otherwise it will cause a series of problems.
The most obvious example is that as the queen of Silvermoon City, Alustriel must notify the other party in advance and obtain permission when entering other territories, city-states and countries, otherwise serious diplomatic disputes will immediately arise.
But Khelbourne does not need to abide by this.
While the two were talking, Zuo Si had already finished negotiating with the "representatives" and staged a noble "three requests and three declines" in full view of everyone. Finally, he "had no choice" and reluctantly agreed to allow Baldur's Gate to become part of Amn.
moment!
The gathered crowd erupted in loud cheers.
Under the guidance of some "interested people", the title "Mr. Soth" gradually changed to "His Majesty Soth".
It has to be said that this political show has achieved unprecedented success.
Because before this, no one in this land had ever used such tactics.
Especially the constant rejections and difficulties shown made the simple residents of Baldur's Gate believe that they had gotten a huge advantage this time.
The sea merchants who gained the greatest benefits were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears. They took out the most valuable treasures in their family as gifts and presented them to the new ruler of the city as congratulations.
Also very satisfied with the result were the metal dragons from the good camp that came to join in the fun.
After all, scenes like this where people petition spontaneously and rulers are kind and humble are exactly what they admire and what they are most happy to see.
So when they left, they all expressed their blessings to Zuo Si without exception, and said that if they needed help in the future, they must come to them.
In this way, with the "popular support" of Baldur's Gate, Zuo Si easily obtained the legitimate right to rule, and was also recognized by all the towns in the north.
And this is just the beginning…
In the next few days, he sent his troops eastward, retaking the towns south of the Winding River one by one, even Kam'op and Hrusvar, which were previously controlled by the Zhentarim near the Sunset Mountains.
They followed suit and carried out annexation under the banner of liberation and democracy.
The terrifying expansion speed and the fanatical support of the locals made Pierre Gallen feel scalp tingling.
If he was filled with humiliation and anger when he was forced to give up leadership, now there is only deep fear left.
The powerful warrior suddenly realized that the political tactics used by Zuo Si were completely different from any enemy he had ever encountered before.
It is an absolute dimensionality reduction attack on the relatively primitive, barbaric, simple and crude political environment in the North.
No town could survive such an attack.
Soon, Pirgalen approached Khelben and asked solemnly, "Dear old friend, I think with your wisdom it should not be difficult for you to see the ambition of that young man, right? Tell me, what should Waterdeep do to ensure that it will not be annexed?"
"Sorry, man, I can't give you a proper answer this time.
Because no matter in politics, military or economy, we can never be the opponent of Soth.
So I suggest that instead of thinking about fighting an undefeatable enemy, you should calm down and consider using this time to make Waterdeep more prosperous.
When that day comes, we will use this as a bargaining chip to exchange for more autonomy.
This is our only way out.
And don't you think this kind of unity is much better than the division and turmoil that has been going on in the North for thousands of years?"
Kelben calmly gave his opinion.
But Pirgalen obviously didn't think so. He immediately growled with gnashed teeth, "No! I will never allow anyone to annex Waterdeep! Since you are unwilling to help me, I will go find someone who is willing to help me."
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.
Khelbourne stood there, watching the other person's back gradually disappearing. He stroked his beard and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Don't let anger blind you and make the wrong choice. Otherwise, you will pay an unimaginable price for it."
…
Just as Zuo Si was methodically advancing his sphere of influence towards the Dragon Coast, in the Dragon Forest not far from Soba Town, a tragedy that no one knew about had come to an end.
In this dense forest of tall redwoods and pine trees, the green dragons that once firmly held the dominant position now have only a dozen dragon eggs still incubating and less than ten newly born dragon hatchlings left.
As for the rest, almost all of them died under Davian's sword.
This follower, who had followed Zuo Si the longest, did not even transform into a flaming red dragon. He completed the task assigned by his master with just his swordsmanship.
At this moment, a female green dragon that had reached the age of an ancient dragon was lying in the nest, dying. She raised her head and stared at the sudden intruder with eyes full of resentment. The black dragon next to her, who was acting as a guide, cursed angrily, "Damn traitor! If I had known you were such an ungrateful bastard, I should not have agreed to take you in. I should have bitten your neck off directly."
The black dragon Mulharanth was obviously different from most evil dragons with violent tempers. He simply rolled his eyes at this harmless curse and retorted in an infuriating tone, "Gratitude? Come on! Didn't you take me in to use me as a servant? Count how many dangerous jobs you have ordered me to do since I settled in this forest? Almost all the green dragons treat me like a fool.
Do you think I'm really that stupid?
Totally wrong!
The reason I pretended like that was to avoid alerting you.
But now it's different, I have taken refuge with a powerful and terrifying master.
This fiery red dragon named Davian is a subordinate sent by the master.
In front of the great Lord Soth, you are nothing but small bugs that can be crushed to death at will.
Remember, today's massacre is not because of what you have done to me, but because you accepted the employment of Zhentil Keep and attempted to become enemies of your master.
The master needs to kill one dragon as an example to warn all the dragons under his rule what it means to be his enemy."
"Aren't you afraid that you will be held accountable by the great Queen Tiamat after your death?"
The green dragon struggled to raise its head and tried to save its own life through intimidation.
Although Tiamat is the god of evil dragons, in the eyes of most dragons she is not seen as a god, but rather a powerful but evil predecessor or monarch.
Especially the lawful green and blue dragons, they often call her the queen.
"What is there to be afraid of? Anyway, I have already sold my soul, and there is a high probability that I will go to hell and live with the devil after I die."
Mulharans acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and even took the initiative to show his purgatory bloodline and mark.
Although this purgatory transformation is still in its early stages, his body has grown a lot in the past two days, and his basic attributes have also been improved.
"Bah! You are a disgrace to colored dragons! Fortunately you are not a green dragon, otherwise I would rather dye my scales a different color."
The ancient green dragon spewed out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, thick phlegm and strong acid from its mouth to express its inner contempt.
If she could, she really wanted to spit out deadly dragon breath from her mouth.
But the problem is that the black dragon is naturally completely immune to any damage from strong acid energy.
Therefore, the green dragon's acid mist cannot cause even the slightest damage to the black dragon.
Of course, the same is true in reverse.
In terms of breath alone, both sides are like the typical golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt, and neither can break the defense.
Mulharansi dodged the saliva attack very sensitively and mocked with disdain: "Whatever you say, compared with you losers, I have successfully survived, and this is the most important thing.
As long as I can survive, I am willing to abandon respect and bottom line to do anything and make all necessary changes.
As for you...
Die with the pride of a so-called green dragon."
As the last word came out of its mouth, this alternative black dragon suddenly pounced forward at lightning speed, biting the opponent's neck and refusing to let go. At the same time, it pressed its entire body forward, making it impossible for the severely injured green dragon to turn over.
After a while, the ancient green dragon that had ruled the Dragon Forest for hundreds of years breathed its last in humiliation.
You should know that almost all the green dragons in this forest are her descendants, and they accept her rule and leadership.
Looking at the lifeless corpse, Mulharanth let out a long breath, spat out the acidic blood in his mouth, and quickly walked to Davian and asked respectfully: "What do you think we should do with those dragon eggs and dragon chicks? I think keeping them will be a disaster sooner or later, so it's better to just cut the weeds and get rid of them completely."
"No, that's not necessary. The dragon eggs and dragon hatchlings will be sent to a floating city in another world, where they will be experimented on and transformed."
As he spoke, Davian opened the box he carried with him and stuffed all the dragon hatchlings and dragon eggs into it.
As a warrior, although he knew nothing about magic and genetic research, he knew that the most important thing for such experiments was to have enough living subjects.
Green dragon cubs and dragon eggs happen to be perfect experimental materials.
As soon as he heard the words "experiment" and "transformation", Mulharan felt a chill down his spine.
He had thought that the suggestion of annihilation was sinister enough.
But now it seems that I am far inferior to my new master.
Just as the two men looted all the treasures in the nest and were about to leave, a huge and evil force descended from the sky.
The next second...
A huge dragon with five heads and colorful patterns all over its body appeared out of thin air in front of them.
Especially the heads in five colors: red, blue, green, black and white, which are so recognizable.
Needless to say, this is an incarnation sent down by Tiamat, the dragon god.
Mulharan, the black dragon, was frightened to the point of cardiac arrest in an instant. All the muscles in his body tensed up and he stood still, not daring to move.
In comparison, Davian was much braver. He transformed himself into a flaming red dragon and released the power of the Prince of Fire Element in his body, intending to fight desperately with the incarnation of the god in front of him.
Anyway, for him, death is just another kind of rest.
After a period of time, you can still revive with full health, but you will lose the follower level that was increased during this period.
Tiamat obviously noticed Davian's reaction, and the red dragon's head suddenly let out a deep laugh: "Hahaha - I admire your bravery and loyalty! But please don't be so nervous, because I'm not here to cause you any trouble.
On the contrary, I want you to give your master a message saying that I wish to see him."
"You want to see the master? Why don't you just go to him?"
A look of doubt appeared on Davian's face, and he also put away his attacking posture.
"Because there are too many gods eyeing Soth, I don't want to expose myself and cause unnecessary trouble.
Especially my mortal enemy, if he knew my plan, he would definitely try every means to obstruct and sabotage it.
What's more, he is now a favorite in Asmodeus' eyes.
God knows what the level lords in Hell will think once I meet Soth openly.
Here, just help me give this to him."
After saying this, Tiamat peeled off a glowing scale from her body and threw it over, then turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.
After a full minute, the black dragon Mulharans fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body limp, gasping for breath.
He was obviously frightened and thought that the Evil Dragon God was coming to clean up his mess.
Feeling the evil power contained in the dragon scales in his hand, Davian did not dare to delay. He immediately restored his human form and dragged the half-paralyzed Mulharans to cast a teleportation magic to return to his master to report the situation.
(End of this chapter)
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