"What was your first impression of the plane of Tarkir?"
Sorin Markov cast an unknown spell and threw a giant dragon that swooped down from the sky to attack him to the ground, asking without even turning his head.
There is no doubt that as a place completely ruled by dragons, other creatures in this world do not have a good life.
Especially in another timeline, the human race that fought against the dragon for the right to survive was almost no different from other beasts.
It's just that the “servant” attribute is added to the “food” label.
Because the madman Sarkhan went back to the past to change the future, although he saved the spirit dragon Ugin, one of the few key figures who could fight Nicol Bolas in a head-on battle, he also brought a devastating disaster to the humans on the Tarkir plane.
Because of Wu Jin's survival, the storms that could give birth to dragons once again surrounded the sky above their heads. Therefore, in the war that broke out between humans and dragons, the latter, with a constant supply of replenishment, changed history and won the final victory.
Instead of being like in the original timeline, where Ugin's death caused the storm that gave birth to dragons to disappear and no new dragons were born, humans ultimately won the war, completely eliminated the former and became the overlord of the world.
This means that, in the current altered timeline, dragons are still the unshakable and absolute rulers of Tarkir.
Humans, in turn, are more like food, servants, and pets kept in captivity after a defeat, serving the dragons in a capacity almost like vassalage.
It has to be said that the situation in Tarkir is very similar to Sorin's hometown to a certain extent.
The only difference is that Sorin needs to maintain the balance between Innistrad's humans and dark creatures such as vampires and werewolves, while Ugin needs to maintain the balance between humans and dragons.
Otherwise, Innistrad will become a dark and silent world, and the civilization of Tarkir will completely disappear due to the extinction of mankind, and it will directly degenerate into a barbaric world where the strong prey on the weak.
Zuo Si obviously knew what his cheap teacher was referring to, and replied with a smile: "I don't have any special impression, I just think there are a little too many dragons here, and they are a little too presumptuous."
“This can’t be helped.
Because as long as Wu Jin exists, the storms above the world will continue to give birth to giant dragons.
In fact, it is the same no matter which time and space he stays in for a long time.
Especially the five dragon kings, because they have existed for such a long time, their power has grown to a quite astonishing level.
Even if I want to deal with them myself, it will probably take some effort."
After saying that, Sorin raised his hand and cast a powerful vampire spell, instantly sucking all the blood out of the dragon that was knocked unconscious at his feet, turning it into a dried corpse.
It is not difficult to see from the quick and efficient killing that the spiritual dragon Wu Jin actually does not care at all about these descendants that he created unintentionally.
They would even welcome regular visits to Tarkir to hunt dragons in order to control their ever-increasing numbers.
"You mean that Wu Jin can't control the energy emanating from his body through his subjective consciousness?"
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and instantly grasped the key point.
As an elder dragon who had reshaped his body and even his soul with pure spiritual power and could convert almost all matter into energy, he was very curious as to why Wu Jin had lost to the same enemy twice in a row.
After all, the mere fact that he could infinitely convert matter into energy was enough to allow Ugin to gain energy far beyond that of Nicol Bolas.
For the planeswalker, energy is precisely the source of power.
Whoever can store, absorb, and harness more energy to make their spark stronger will gain the advantage in battles between planeswalkers.
According to this theory, Ugin should be stronger than Nicol Bolas.
But if Wu Jin is unable to store the energy created by transforming matter, and can only allow it to evaporate into the surrounding environment, then everything will make sense.
Sorin turned and stared at Zuo Si with his pupils emitting dim light. The corners of his mouth slightly raised in an ambiguous smile: "Your intuition is very sharp. But the real situation is much more complicated than you think. You will understand it when you meet Wu Jin later."
With some doubts and puzzlement, Zuo Si followed his cheap teacher through a complex plateau and finally came to an area with strange rocks, which looked a bit like some kind of magic circle.
The huge spiritual dragon Wu Jin is now at the center of the entire magic circle.
In terms of appearance, he is almost the same as Nicol Bolas in size and appearance. Both are four-legged dragons with slender bodies and tails that are much longer than their bodies.
But the difference is that the horns on Nicol Bolas's head tend to move inward, and there is an oval sphere like an egg floating in the middle.
Wu Jin's horns grew on both sides of his head, extending horizontally a long way outward, and finally standing up high at an angle of nearly ninety degrees.
In addition, Nicol Bolas' body has a faint dark gold texture, giving people an indescribable sense of horror and oppression at all times.
But Wu Jin's body seemed to be an illusory entity, constantly emitting a blue light around him.
When he moves, you can even see a large amount of fluorescent particles splashing around.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the attributeless energy floating in the air.
As Sorin Markov had just described, the elder dragon planeswalker was a source of immense power in its own right.
He will emit energy residues around him all the time.
When the energy residues gather in the air to a certain level, they will generate a gust of wind that will sweep them into the sky above.
The elemental storm that enveloped the world of Tarkir was born from this source.
However, unlike what Zuo Si had guessed before, black gold is not incapable of storing and controlling the energy transformed from matter.
Rather, his body, which was shaped by spiritual power, was flawed. He could not seal all the absorbed energy into sparks like Nicol Bolas, who had a real body, and the energy was always lost.
This means that Wu Jin must constantly absorb energy to maintain his existence and strength, otherwise he will become weaker and weaker over time and eventually die completely.
In this way, it is not difficult to understand why he created a unique magic that can obtain energy by transforming matter.
"I have brought the men, Ugin."
Sorin shouted pointedly to the Elder Dragon lying prone on the ground.
moment!
This huge monster, which was lying on the ground the previous second, opened its eyes and slowly raised its huge head the next second.
However, there were no eyeballs or pupils in his eyes. Instead, they were completely filled with azure blue energy. Countless energy residues streaked through the air, forming an extremely spectacular scene, just like a miniature version of the starry sky.
Every particle of residue will release amazing light, completely illuminating the surrounding dim environment.
"Are you Soth? The young planeswalker who transported the Eldrazi from the plane of Zendikar?"
Wu Jin looked at the young man in front of him with interest, and there was a hint of undisguised strong curiosity in his voice.
"Yes! It's me. It's a great honor to have an audience with you, Your Excellency Linglong Wujin."
Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express his respect for the elder dragon and ancient planeswalker.
After all, he was hoping to get more benefits from the other party later, so he would naturally show his most humble, polite and studious side.
But Wu Jin, who used his mental power to shape his body and even his soul, was obviously not fooled by such a disguise. He saw through the evil aura emanating from Zuo Si's mind at a glance, and asked with great interest, stroking his chin: "I heard that you transferred the three Eldrazi Titans to a special time and space, which is full of demonic creatures that are as chaotic, evil, distorted and empty as them?"
"Yes. That plane is called the Abyss, a place that breeds demons. Right now, the will of that world is mobilizing all its resources to start a bloody battle with the Eldrazi. It is estimated that it will be difficult to determine the winner within a few hundred years."
As he spoke, Zuo Si used illusion magic to present the tragic war scene currently taking place in the third realm of the abyss.
When they saw that the demon lords could actually breed new species of demons with the power of the other party by devouring the offspring of the Eldrazi, both Ugin and Sorin widened their eyes in surprise.
Especially Ugin, who began observing and studying the Eldrazi tens of thousands of years ago, and witnessed with his own eyes that they destroyed and devoured one time and space after another. There was simply no world that could stop their progress.
But now, this world called the Abyss not only curbs the devouring of the Odrachi to a certain extent, but also absorbs the opponent's power to engage in a tug-of-war.
Judging from the situation, although it is inevitable that the advantage will be eaten away bit by bit, it is impossible to quickly determine the winner in a short period of time.
This means that the Abyss is a natural cage suitable for sealing the Eldrazi.
Even if the seal is accidentally opened, those evil and powerful demon lords will be able to resist for a while, thus buying time for another seal.
There is no need to assign someone to watch over it all day long like on Zendikar, otherwise the entire plane might be lost if you are not careful.
Thinking of this, an expression of satisfaction quickly appeared on Linglong Wujin's face.
“You did a great job on this matter, even better than I thought.
However, allowing the Eldrazi to continue to encroach on this plane is not a good thing. I suggest that you seal them up as soon as possible.
If you need help, you can always come to me or Sorin.
Of course, so could Nahiri.
After all, we all have a lot of experience in this area.”
Zuo Si responded calmly: “Thank you for the compliment.
But I have already prepared the energy crystals to seal the three Eldrazi Titans, so I don't need any help for the time being.
The reason why they haven't sealed it yet is simply because they hope that the Odrazi can help consume more of the power of the abyss demons.
You may not realize how great a threat these abyss demons pose to the universe they exist in.
So I think it's necessary to weaken it a little bit more."
"Haha, you are really brave to use the Eldrazi as a tool to deal with powerful enemies."
Sorin teased with a half-smile.
"That's nothing. You may not believe it, but I once threatened the gods of a certain world by summoning the Eldrazi."
Zuo Si shrugged nonchalantly.
"Threatening the gods?"
Sorin raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
You have to know that he is one of the oldest surviving planeswalkers and has explored countless time and space, so he is no stranger to gods, a unique life form.
He can even name several completely different forms of gods in one breath.
For example, gods in the plane of Theros who were influenced by mortal beliefs and eventually born would also eventually fall because of the loss of faith, or be distorted by the changes in mortal beliefs.
The interdependence between the two is so close that if all mortal believers are perfected by the oil, then the gods will also appear in a perfected form.
For example, in the Shenhe space-time, there is no connection between mortals and gods, and wars may even break out due to conflicts.
In Sorin's opinion, the power of the gods is unquestionable.
The most powerful among them, such as the Greatmouthed God of All Things in the Kamigawa Plane, can even strike fear into the hearts of planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas.
Therefore, Zuo Si's behavior of threatening the gods by summoning the Eldrazi is tantamount to dancing on the edge of a knife.
If you are not careful, the other party may take the initiative and kill you.
Especially after the time rift was repaired, the spark of the planeswalkers deteriorated, resulting in most planeswalkers no longer having the power to confront gods head-on or even kill them in ancient times.
Zuo Si smiled and explained, "Please don't worry. That happened a long time ago, and I have reached an agreement with the God of Gods in that world."
"Damn it! I thought you would be more rational and calm than Nahiri, but who would have thought that when you go crazy, you're ten thousand times more terrifying than her."
Sorin held his head and felt a headache coming on.
He was a little confused as to why the disciples he taught were more dangerous and crazier than each other.
“No, dear mentor.
Believe me, if Nahiri really goes crazy she'd be much scarier than me.
Because a lot of the time I threaten to summon an Eldrazi titan as a simple intimidation.
But she will really take action.
After all, you imprisoned Nahiri in the Helvault with the demons for so many years, and you nearly destroyed Zendikar.
So now she hates you to the core and is planning a spectacular revenge operation."
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone contained a hint of undisguised gloating.
Although summoning the Eldrazi to Innistrad is definitely impossible.
But he felt that given the character of this Lithomancer, he would definitely not give up and instead quietly hide in the dark and prepare for his ultimate move.
Especially when he took the time to learn gravel magic from Nahiri, Zuo Si saw with his own eyes that she was researching some horrifying spell that could make the power of earth element run wild within a radius of several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers.
Once the research is successful, throw it directly into the most densely populated areas of Innistrad or vampire families.
The effect is definitely no worse than rain of fire from the sky or a volcanic eruption.
The enraged elemental forces can animate huge rocks and even mountains, and then wreak devastating damage on everything around them.
It is foreseeable that the residents of Innistrad will not be able to escape this disaster.
"Keep an eye on Nahiri! If she attempts to attack Innistrad, inform me immediately by any means necessary," Sorin warned with a grim face.
He undoubtedly values the hometown where he was born. It can even be said that protecting Innistrad and maintaining the balance of the entire space and time is one of the most important goals of his life.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, I will. But don't expect me to stand with you and be against Nahiri. I will not help anyone in this matter, I will only remain neutral."
Just as Sorin was about to say something, Ugin raised his hand to stop him. He lowered his huge head and asked solemnly: "How much do you know now about Nicol Bolas's intentions and plans?"
"It's not a lot to know, but it's all important.
I believe you already know the information about the Elder Spells and War of the Spark.
Now let me tell you what Nicol Bolas has been doing since you died and were resurrected.
First, he took advantage of the time when the five fragmented worlds of Alara space-time merged into one and devoured the mana flowing from the core of the world. Now he has recovered some strength.
Secondly, he gathered some new generation of planeswalkers to serve him, including the madman Sarkhan, the gorgon Vraska, the genius artificer Tezzeret, and so on.
Some of these people are plotting to steal the dimensional bridge, some are trying to break the seal and release the Eldrazi, and others are looking for the artifact created by the ancient mage Azor with his own spark - the Immortal Sun.
I believe that as an old friend of Azor and a participant in that plan, you should know best what the Immortal Sun is, right?
Finally, on the plane of Amonkhet, Nicol Bolas secretly raised an army of Eternals.
That was his final preparation for launching the War of the Spark. It would only take a few Eternals working together to successfully hunt down the new generation of planeswalkers.
In addition to the above, Nicol Bolas is also actively infiltrating the plane of Ravnica, subverting the guilds that have signed the Pact of the Guildpact.
If nothing unexpected happens, Ravnica should be the battlefield he has chosen."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and told everything he knew about Lao Long's arrangements.
For Ugin is none other than Nicol Bolas's brother.
The history of their love-hate relationship can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, when a brutal battle took place between the elder dragons, descendants of the Primordial Dragon.
In that near-genocide war, only six elder dragons survived.
They are Nicol Bolas, Ugin, Arcades, Chromium, Palladia-Mors, and Vaevictis Amadi.
Only the first two of them ignited the spark and became planeswalkers.
As for the remaining defeated Primordial Dragon bloodlines, they basically either died in the melee or had their limbs cut off and became Primordial Sub-dragons.
Therefore, the person who knows Nicol Bolas best is none other than Wu Jin in front of him.
"The Bridge of Time and Space... The Eternal Holy Sun..."
Ugin muttered the names of the two artifacts, and the blue light in his eyes suddenly increased. "So that's it! This is Nicol Bolas's true intention! He wants to block the plane of Ravnica and teleport the entire army of Eternals to start a war and seize enough sparks of the planeswalkers.
Then restore your degraded spark to the state before the time rift was repaired."
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "You are right!
From what I've heard, Nicol Bolas is already well on his way to completing his plan.
Any attempt to disrupt or even interrupt it now will be futile.
Because after consuming the core mana of Alara, even if you and Mentor Sorin join forces, you will never be able to defeat Nicol Bolas.
Moreover, in order to seize the Immortal Sun, one must go to Ixalan, and if one is not careful, one will be trapped there permanently.
My suggestion is that instead of wasting time trying to sabotage Nicol Bolas's plans, you should prepare ahead of time for a decisive battle with him on the plane of Ravnica.
After all, using the elder spells first requires invading Ravnica, and then requires a large number of planeswalker sparks.
The Guildpact and all the planeswalkers on Ravnica will automatically become our allies at that time."
Sorin asked, looking up at Ugin.
After pondering for a moment, the latter quickly replied, "I think it's a good idea, too. But I don't think we can just let Nicol Bolas collect what he wants. We need to make other preparations."
"You mean..."
Suo Lin obviously noticed something, and there was a strong surprise in his pupils.
"Yes, you guessed it. I'm going to Ixalan in person and visit an old friend."
After saying that, Wu Jin left a faint smile, then activated the spark of the planeswalker and disappeared on the spot.
Looking at the empty space in the center of the magic circle, Solin sighed helplessly: "Ah - I hope there won't be any more accidents this time."
"Don't worry, my dear mentor. With Ugin and Azor joining forces, even if Nicol Bolas wants to deal with them personally, he will have to consider the cost and price he will have to pay."
While comforting her, Zuo Si walked casually to the center of the magic circle, picked up the books, notes and stone tablets engraved with dragon runes that were casually discarded nearby, and started to look through them.
Needless to say, these things are the valuable knowledge that Wu Jin has accumulated bit by bit over tens of thousands of years, as well as a large amount of research on the Eldrazi and the Dark Void.
Although they were very loose and messy, and some were incomplete, they were precious enough to him.
In other words, these books, notes and slates were left behind by Wu Jin on purpose.
Otherwise, with the wisdom of the Elder Dragon, how could he deliberately forget such an important thing here.
As Zuo Si's cheap teacher, Suo Lin obviously knew how hungry his student was for knowledge and magic. He immediately rolled his eyes in annoyance and deliberately said, "It is very rude to look through other people's things without permission. You are acting like a greedy thief."
But the vampire planeswalker apparently underestimated someone's shamelessness.
Zuo Si was not even moved at all, and instead argued back: "My dear mentor, your ideas are too backward and narrow.
How can learning from each other be called stealing? Moreover, sharing is a virtue.
I believe that the respected Lord Ugin would not mind sharing his knowledge with the young and promising juniors."
"Your shamelessness really refreshes my cognition!"
The corners of Sorin's mouth twitched violently and uncontrollably.
After all, before he became a vampire and ignited the spark, he was born into a noble family. No matter what he did, he always took some face and etiquette into consideration.
But Zuo Si was a typical pragmatist and profit-oriented person.
So if we compare the lower limits, the latter is dozens of blocks ahead of the former.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Zuo Si was apparently completely immune to these abusive words that didn't even have a hint of "mother". He didn't even raise his head, and frantically used the Mind Library to copy and paste these contents.
As for the interpretation, I will study it slowly after I go back.
After all, he had already figured out the purpose and meaning of most of the dragon runes, so reading shouldn't be a big problem.
"Hey! I'm not complimenting you!"
Sorin was visibly speechless.
If there weren't so many of Wu Jin's personal belongings placed here, he would have been unable to resist drawing his sword and teaching the "traitor" in front of him a lesson.
After all, a sword-fighting test was one of the few ways for him as a teacher to regain some face.
They stayed in Tarkir for several hours, until Zuo Si finished copying all the books, notes, and tablets, and then Sorin impatiently dragged them back to the Markov Manor training ground on Innistrad.
As a result, when the two men's training swords collided with each other, the latter's originally pale face suddenly turned red.
The next second...
Sorin Markov, known as a master of swordsmanship, flew backwards like a cannonball and hit the wall with a deafening bang.
boom!!!!!!
A big hole was smashed through the solid granite wall.
After a long while, the ancient planeswalker finally struggled to crawl out. His clothes were tattered. His originally exquisite and elegant dress had turned into tattered beggar's clothes, and the sword in his hand was broken into two pieces.
It is not difficult to see from the large amount of blood that if it were not for the vampire's amazing physical fitness and self-recovery ability, an ordinary person would have been turned into a meat paste long ago.
"What's the matter with your exaggerated growth rate of strength?" Sorin asked through gritted teeth.
You have to know that when he first started the actual combat training, Zuo Si's strength was far inferior to his own, and he was often suppressed and couldn't even raise his head.
But the situation improved significantly the second time, and even the strength attributes were reversed.
But just now, he felt as if he had been hit violently by some super giant creature in an instant. That was not the explosive power that a human being should possess.
This is not normal!
Absolutely not normal! Admiring the cheap teacher's frustrated look, Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and responded: "I've been lucky recently and got some extra basic attribute bonuses.
Therefore, my physical fitness has now surpassed you as a vampire.
Especially the pure power, which can even easily suppress a giant dragon.
Although it's a bit sorry to say this, I still want to ask you, are you ready to be crushed by your own disciples?
You should know that in order to cope with your swordsmanship test, I have collected a lot of swordsmanship and fighting styles and techniques from other worlds."
"Hahahaha! Good! You're really good! Then let me see what you have learned."
Solin laughed in anger, threw away the half-broken training sword in his hand, and drew out the combat sword on his back.
"Hey! As you wish."
Zuo Si unceremoniously threw away the cracked steel sword in his hand and slowly pulled out the artifact given to him by the magic goddess Midnight - the Dog-killing Sword.
It was obvious that the sparring had turned into a battle the moment Sorin drew his battle sword.
In other words, the next battle between the two will involve the use of magic rather than a simple swordsmanship contest.
Needless to say, Zuo Si had long wanted to find out the bottom line of his cheap teacher.
After all, Sorin Markov's strength has always given people a Schrödinger state of ups and downs.
In terms of background, although he cannot compare with elder dragons such as Ugin the Spirit Dragon and Nicol Bolas, he is definitely not much different.
But look at that poor record...
Those who understand will understand.
He was even nicknamed the "Soy Sauce King" at one point.
The worst thing was that he was sealed in the rock by his own disciple Nahiri, and became the most famous tourist attraction in Innistrad - Sorin Rock.
Many planeswalkers came from far away just to witness the "style" of this ancient vampire planeswalker with their own eyes.
Zuo Si studied lithomancy with Nahiri for a period of time.
Therefore, we know that this crazy bad woman is actually much more powerful than outsiders describe.
At least it can pin most of the new generation of planeswalkers to the ground and rub them repeatedly.
This can be seen from the fact that Ob Nixilis's spark was sealed after their first encounter, and he even avoided Nahiri for such a long time.
So strictly speaking, it wasn't a shameful thing that Sorin fell into Nahiri's carefully designed trap while being extremely angry.
If it were someone else, Nahiri might not even need to set a trap and could seal it with her brute force.
With this thought in mind, Zuo Si moved his joints slightly, making a crackling sound, and then he turned into a wisp of afterimage and rushed out to launch the first attack.
“Well done!”
Sorin grinned and raised his hand to activate a magic card.
moment!
A row of arrows made of blood appeared out of thin air and shot forward like raindrops.
Although the main component of the arrow is blood, under the influence of dark magic it is comparable to an enchanted arrow of +4 or above.
In the blink of an eye, anything that stood in the way of the rain of arrows, whether it was a solid stone pillar or a shield hanging on it, was torn into pieces on the spot like mud.
But when it was about to hit Zuo Si, a red wall suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
All the blood-colored arrows that hit it would immediately evaporate under the terrifying high temperature, and not even a single one would be able to penetrate through.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the special ability of the mage profession - Rainbow Apprentice - Rainbow Wall.
Since Zuo Si filled the wall with red, the wall has the effect of blocking long-range arrows and magic missiles.
Anything that passes through must take damage from the staggeringly high temperatures of the fire.
Therefore, the blood spell cast by Sorin had no effect at all.
But he himself did not care at all and directly cast some kind of strengthening magic on himself. Immediately, patterns that looked like the family emblem appeared on his white skin.
When Zuo Si swung his sword, the guy actually blocked the attack of 70 points of strength attribute with just one hand, grinned and said: "Well done, Soth! But the real show has just begun!"
"That's exactly what I was saying, mentor."
Zuo Si's eyes revealed a strong desire to fight.
…
Just as a duel between master and disciple began, on the Chongsa River far away on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
Fuzol Chamberlain was standing on the deck of a river ship, squinting his eyes and looking at the river port city of Iliaba in the distance. After several minutes, he asked with a gloomy face: "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?
Why are the flags of Neverwinter and Cormyr flying on the walls of Iliaba?
Where did they get so many troops? Did they grow wings and fly here? Or did they use a long-distance portal?
It’s actually faster than us taking a boat!”
moment!
The entire deck was silent, and no one could answer this question.
After all, in this magical world full of supernatural powers, everything is possible.
Whether it is an airship, a portal, or some other means, it can allow the army to cross distances of hundreds or even thousands of kilometers in an instant.
Just when Fuzor Chamberlain wanted to curse his men for being a bunch of good-for-nothings, Ximanmon, the head of the Zhentarim's dark intelligence network, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said in a helpless tone, "It's not their fault, it's Soth who is too insidious."
When the coalition army passed through the Misty Mountains and arrived at the small town of Nashikai, he ordered the Holy Knight Eribes of Neverwinter to lead more than 5,000 people to secretly march eastward from the Ulden Trade Road to take over the most important cities on both sides of the river.
In other words, when the battle at Baldur's Gate started, Iliyabar had already fallen.
Much of the food, treasures and supplies you stored here have not yet been transported away.
As for the Kingdom of Cormyr, the one sent this time was the Iron Princess Yalucel.
Not only did she set up a fleet at sea to intercept the ships returning to Zhentil Keep, but she also personally led 300 knights to join forces with Erebeth, intending to stop you here.
To be honest, judging from the overall situation, your current situation can be said to be pursued from behind and blocked from the front, which is quite bad. "
Hearing this, Fuzor Chamberlain could not help but curse under his breath, then raised his head and asked, "Where is Soth's army now?"
"We should be almost at Schnubel.
If you take the river route, it will take less than half a day to catch up with you.
However, he did not seem to be in a hurry to act, nor did he send out those terrifying dragon knights.
From an action point of view, I have indeed kept my promise and did not kill you.
After all, if he wants, he can just send out those 500-plus dragon knights, and you and your men will be in big trouble."
Xi Manmeng explained the situation very straightforwardly.
Although he was very happy to see Fuzzol Chamberlain in his current miserable state, he still had to put on a good show.
The most important thing is that since the cooperation agreement was reached, Ximanmeng has shifted his attention to the North, intending to make a big move there and teach his mortal enemy, the Harpist Alliance a lesson.
As for Zhentil Keep and the Church of Bane, we can just make do with them.
As his horizons were gradually broadened, he was no longer the frog in the well who worshiped his teacher Mansong as an idol.
Instead, he can stand at a higher position and overlook the conflict between good and evil, order and chaos in the entire continent of Faerun.
"So I have to thank him?"
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain was obviously furious, but he had no way to deal with Zuo Si.
Ximan nodded with a smile on his face: "That's right.
If Soth hadn't deliberately spared you, it would have been impossible to transport the soldiers, the looted wealth and supplies back to Zhentil Castle.
In addition, the sudden entry of the Kingdom of Cormyr into the war was not his intention, but the result of Waterdeep's diplomacy.
As far as I know, it was Khelben's wife, Leila, one of the Seven Sisters of the North, who personally came forward to persuade King Assan IV.
Things have come to this point, I suggest you give up all unrealistic ideas and return to the Moon Sea by boat as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, the longer you delay, the greater the losses will be, and the more dangerous the situation will become.
After all, South is now the supreme leader of the West Coast Alliance.
Once he catches up with you, he has to do something to you to make his political point."
It has to be said that Ximanmeng's words immediately frightened Fuzor Chamberlain into a cold sweat, and also made him give up the idea of leading his troops to attack the city.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea finally took a deep breath, loudly ordered his men not to pay attention to Iliyaba, turned around from the fork in the river, and drove straight towards the direction of Dongxing City.
On the other side, Aribeth and Yalusel, who were standing on the lighthouse at the river pier, saw this scene and immediately showed expressions of great surprise.
The latter, who was more impatient, couldn't help but asked, "Damn it! What on earth is Fuzzol Chamberlain doing? Why didn't he launch an attack, but turned around and walked away instead?"
"Could it be that they are deliberately luring us out of the city to pursue them, and then turning back halfway to attack them?
After all, the majority of our army is made up of militiamen and city guards.
Although there are many of them, they are certainly no match for the enemy's elite in a field battle."
Eribes frowned and analyzed.
"It's hard to say. Fuzzol Chamberlain's insidiousness and cunningness are well known. My father has reminded me more than once that I must be very careful when dealing with him."
The Iron Princess was obviously hesitant.
This is obviously different from her usual bold and aggressive style.
But this is understandable.
As the chosen one of Bane, the god of tyranny, Fuzor Chamberlain is not the same as the cats and dogs he dealt with before.
Its own strength is enough to massacre an army in a short period of time.
Especially when his life is threatened, he can summon a large number of beholders to protect himself.
Anyone with a little common sense knows clearly the horrific killing and destruction that the Eye Demon can cause in war.
What's more, the three hundred knights led by Yalusel are all sons of nobles.
It would be fine if he died heroically in a fierce battle.
But if unnecessary large numbers of casualties were caused by command errors, then even as a princess she would probably be held accountable, and might even be banned from military power for the rest of her life.
(End of this chapter)
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