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.
如果是发生在地球现代社会，那么等这些人醒来的时候怕是要当场社死，必须要考虑换个星球生活了。
不过这些都不是重点！ 重点是在那些海商的鼓动下，足有两万多人聚集在了博德之门中央宫殿——至高大厅的门口，高喊着要加入商业帝国安姆，成为其麾下的一座港口城市。
如此大的阵仗，自然不可能会不惊动开了一晚上宴会的北地各城镇代表。
包括艾拉斯卓在内，众人纷纷走上高层的阳台，居高临下看着这幅无比壮观且震撼人心的场面。
深水城的公开领主皮尔盖伦更是浮现出了难以置信的表情，转过身盯着同为领主的凯尔本，似乎在询问这究竟是如何做到的。
毕竟这可是整整两万人啊！ 虽说在动荡之年的时候，博德之门的常住人口一度达到八万六千到十一万五千之多。
可后来随着诸神被打下凡间引发的剧烈动荡，还有几年前那次与耐兰瑟尔群岛海战失利造成的负面影响，以及最近巴尔之子沙洛佛克阴谋掀起的战争，都导致了这座城市的常住人口断崖式下跌。
现如今可能只有不到五万人了。
刨除掉未成年的孩子和行动不便的老人，这已经是差不多整个城市全部的青壮年人口。
而且能明显看得出，其中女性的比例要比男性多出一大截。
因为不少男人都在之前的战争中死掉了，同时也留下了大量失去丈夫的寡妇和失去父亲的孩子。
毫无疑问，这些在传统社会中处于弱势的群体，比任何时候都需要来自外界强大力量的庇护。
这也是那些海商能够将他们煽动起来的原因之一。
“看来你已经赢得了这座城市民众的认可，不是吗？”
艾拉斯卓意味深长的调侃了一句。
她可不是瞎子，知道昨天晚上在狂欢的时候发生了什么。
那些被耐兰瑟尔群岛扶持起来的商人直接打开自家仓库，像不要钱一样把大量的食物和酒水分发给普通人，然后给他们灌输如果博德之门想要生存下去并变得更好，就必须主动并入安姆。
否则类似的情况就会再一次上演。
出于对之前被散提尔堡怪物大军占领的恐惧，才有了今天早上众人看到的这一幕。
虽然手段稍微有点见不得光，但这的确也是一种民众意志的体现。
要知道之前博德之门实行由四位公爵组成议会的统治方式，早就随着海战的失败和大量黑幕的曝光让平民失望透顶。
长达数年的激烈内斗更是让营商环境变得越来越差。
这也是为何沙洛佛克的行动可以如此顺利，甚至好几位公爵全家死光都没有引发什么剧烈的反弹。
真实情况是普通人早就不在乎这些公爵和他们家族、盟友的死活。
而沙洛佛克掀起战争导致大量男性死亡，以及散提尔堡大军占据博德之门对上层统治阶级举起屠刀，又唤醒了这座城市底层民众的恐惧。
现如今的他们已经不想再继续折腾了，更不在乎什么自由的意志，只想要安稳和平的生活。
那么现在问题来了。
在费伦大陆上，什么样的制度最稳定、最不容易出现问题呢？
答案显然是封建君主制和由强大法师统治的国家！ 看看科米尔王国，再看看由耐瑟瑞尔遗民组成的法师之国哈鲁阿，哪一个不是屹立并存在了千年之久，几乎很少会出现剧烈的动荡。
相比之下，看看实行所谓议会和民主制度的西海岸城邦。
深水城从建立以来就一直内乱不断，一直到最近两三百年权力交替才慢慢稳定下来，之前各种血腥的暗杀、武力夺权事件层出不穷； 银月城也同样经历了一段令人不堪回首的过去，到艾拉斯卓上台才真正走向繁荣； 博德之门就更不用说了，先后经历了三次统治权易主。
最严重的一次被称之为“税收暴动”，也就是农民和本地领主向过往船只征税，结果引发船只所有者的强烈不满，最终导致了一场战争。
而这次暴动直接导致商人、海盗阶级与本地的农民和领主相互敌视直至今天。
所以在海商们列举了大量经过筛选的事实之后，博德之门的居民们开始坚信不管是议会制度还是所谓的民主投票，都只会带来无穷无尽的混乱与灾祸。
反倒是由一个力量强大且拥有绝对权利的君主，可以为自己带来渴望的秩序与安宁。
于是乎，眼前这一幕便出现了。
当然，这其中肯定少不了班恩教会在暗中的推波助澜。
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞虽然跑了，可他却在暗中留下了不少班恩的牧师隐藏在暗处，打算等左思掌权之后就立刻跳出来建立神殿，扩大暴政之神在这片土地上的影响力。
左思并没有急着开始自己的政治表演，而是压低声音贴在银月城女王耳边低语道：“还记得我之前跟你说过些什么吗？
大部分普通人既没有独立思考的能力，也没有分辨是非的能力，只是一群很容易被牵着鼻子走的盲从之徒。
他们的从众心理就像是羊群，永远都在关注者领头者的一举一动。
如果想要对多数人施加影响，那么只要控制住其中的几个头羊，就能让其按照自己的意志去行动、得到想要的结果。
因此我才会说银月城那种一人一票的政治选举制度就是个笑话而已。
试问一名研究政治经济几十年、经验无比丰富的学者，与一个平时什么都不做、只是待在酒馆里夸夸其谈的废物，在选举中同样都只有一票，这真的公平吗？
如果与一天需要通过投票来决定某件重要的事情，而后者的最后一票将决定这个城市的未来，结果他做出了错误的选择，最终引发可怕的灾难。
那么请问这个责任又应该由谁来承担呢？ 进行投票的民众吗？
还是那个只会夸夸其谈的废物？ 所以把权力集中起来才是一个国家与政治实体最终的出路。
也唯有如此，你才能实现自己的理想，把整个银月联盟统合起来。
政治是这个世界上最邪恶、最肮脏、最卑鄙的游戏，善良的人无法在这个领域内生存下来。
如果你想要获得成功，首先就必须扼杀自己的天真和不切实际的理想。”
“这就是你那套以邪恶手段行善良之事的理论？你认为统治者的思想和意志才是决定最终结果的关键？”艾拉斯卓眯起眼睛质疑道。
“难道不是吗？”
左思笑着反问。
“看看纳西尔领主统治下的无冬城和你统治下的银月城；
再看看红袍法师统治的塞尔；
以及之前六人评议会统治下的安姆。
我想应该很容易就能得出结论。
政治是一种相比起过程更注重结果的游戏。
另外，权力这种东西从一开始就是建立在暴力的基础上。
你该不会以为人们尊重法律是因为它有什么神圣不可侵犯的伟大力量吧？ 不！ 人们只是单纯畏惧法律背后所隐藏的执法力量，说白了也就是足以致死的暴力。
而你现在看到这幅民心所向的景象，不过是精准的心理把控和对社会群体性思维的一种操控罢了。
不好意思，我得先失陪一会儿，去对这些博德之门居民的请愿做出回应。”
说完这句话，左思便站起身直接从阳台一跃而下，向着沸沸扬扬的人群大喊道：“安静！请保持安静！我没办法同时跟那么多的人交流，所以请麻烦你们选出几个代表来。”
瞬间！
两万多人的队伍陷入沉默，开始相互之间大眼瞪小眼，表现出了普通人在重大场合都会出现的不知所措。
但很快，几名花费重金被聘请来的“演员”就凭借出色的专业技能，很快赢得了周围人的认可。
没过一会儿功夫，十几个“代表”就这样被推举了出来。
根本没人知道，他们实际上早就已经被内定好了，就连那些躲在背后煽风点火的海商也不清楚真实情况。
确切地说，这些代表们基本都是专业的吟游诗人，天生就适合干间谍、刺客、蛊惑和煽动人心这种事情。
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 sigh 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)