“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."

“放心吧，我亲爱的导师。有乌金和俄佐联手，即便是尼可·波拉斯要亲自出手对付他们，也得考虑一下所要付出的成本跟代价。”

左思一边安慰，一边随手走到法阵中央，拿起了那些被随意丢弃在旁边的书籍、笔记和刻画着龙族符文的石板翻看。

不用问也知道，这些东西都是乌金在长达数万年时间一点一点积累下来的宝贵知识，还有大量关于奥札奇、黑暗虚空的研究。

虽然十分松散杂乱，有些还有残缺不全的地方，但对于他而言已经足够珍贵。

或者说，这些书记、笔记和石板就是乌金故意留下来的。

不然以长老龙的智慧，怎么可能会把如此重要的东西故意遗忘在这里。

身为左思的便宜老师，索霖显然早就知道自己这位弟子对于知识和魔法有多么的如饥似渴，立马没好气的翻了个白眼，故意挤兑道：“未经允许之前就随意翻看别人的东西，这可是一件相当失礼的事情。你现在的行为就像是一个贪婪的小偷。”

但这位吸血鬼旅法师显然低估了某人的脸皮厚度。

左思甚至完全不为所动，反而振振有词的反驳道：“我亲爱的导师，您的观念太过于落后且狭隘了。

旅法师之间的相互学习，怎么能叫做偷呢？ 更何况分享是一种美德。

我认为尊敬的乌金阁下一定不会介意向年轻有为的后辈分享知识。”

“你的无耻真是刷新了我的认知！”

索霖嘴角不受控制的剧烈抽搐。

毕竟他在成为吸血鬼并点燃火花之前可是正儿八经的大贵族出身，无论做什么总还是会顾及到一些脸面和礼仪。

可左思却是个典型的实用主义和利益至上主义者。

所以要是比下限，后者能把前者甩开几十条街。

“感谢夸奖。”

左思显然对于这种连一点含妈量都没有的骂人词汇完全免疫，甚至连头都没抬一下，疯狂借助思维图书馆抄录复制这些内容。

至于解读，等回去之后再慢慢研究吧。

毕竟他之前已经搞清楚了绝大部分龙族符文的用途和含义，因此阅读应该不是什么太大的问题。

“喂！我这可不是在夸奖你啊！”

索霖明显被搞得有点无语。

如果不是这里摆放了太多乌金的私人物品，他都忍不住想要拔出剑好好教训一下眼前的“逆徒”。

毕竟考较剑术，是他这个老师为数不多能找回点面子的事情了。

就这样在鞑契时空待了几个小时，一直到左思把所有的书籍、笔记和石板都复制完毕，索霖这才急不可耐的将其拖回依尼翠时空的马可夫庄园训练场。

结果当两人手持训练剑碰撞到一起的刹那，后者原本苍白的脸色顿时变得一片通红。

下一秒……

被誉为剑术大师的索霖·马可夫便像一颗炮弹倒着飞了出去，随后撞在墙上发出震耳欲聋的巨响。

轰！！！！！！

坚固的花岗岩墙壁硬生生被砸穿一个大洞。

过了好一会儿，这位上古旅法师才挣扎着从里边爬出来，浑身上下衣衫褴褛，原本精致高雅的礼服更是变成了破破烂烂的乞丐服，手中的剑也断裂成两节。

从那大片的血迹不难看出，要不是吸血鬼那惊人的身体素质与自我恢复力，换成普通人早就变成肉酱了。

“你这夸张的力量成长速度究竟是怎么回事？”索霖咬牙切齿的质问道。

要知道最开始进行实战训练的时候，左思的力量还远远不如自己，经常被压制的根本抬不起头来。

但第二次情况就有了明显的好转，甚至在力量属性上颠倒了过来。

可刚才，他感觉自己在一瞬间就像是遭到了某个超巨型生物的猛烈撞击，那根本不是人类应该拥有的爆发力。

这不正常！

绝对不正常！ 欣赏着便宜老师那副气急败坏的样子，左思忍不住笑着回应道：“我最近比较走运，获得了一些额外的基础属性加成。

因此现在的我在身体素质上已经全面超越了身为吸血鬼的您。

尤其是纯粹的力量，甚至能够轻松压制一条巨龙。

虽然这样说有点抱歉，但我还是要说您准备好被自己的弟子碾压了吗？

要知道为了应付您的剑术考核，我可是在其他世界收集了很多关于剑术跟格斗的流派与技巧。”

“哈哈哈哈！好！你真的很好！那就让我来看看，你究竟都学到了什么吧。”

索霖气极反笑，随手扔掉手中的半截训练剑，反手拔出背在身后的战斗用剑。

“嘿嘿！如您所愿。”

左思也毫不客气的丢掉了手中满是裂纹的钢剑，缓缓拔出魔法女神午夜送给自己的神器——弑犬剑。

很显然，从索霖拔出战斗用剑的那一刻起，切磋就升级成为了战斗。

也就是说，两人接下来的战斗将会开始使用法术，而不是单纯的剑术比拼。

不用问也知道，左思早就想要摸摸自己这位便宜老师的底了。

毕竟索霖·马可夫的实力一直都给人一种忽高忽低的薛定谔状态。

在背景上，他虽然无法与灵龙乌金、尼可·波拉斯这种长老龙相媲美，但也绝对不会差太多。

可再看看那拉胯的战绩……

懂的都懂。

甚至一度被戏称为“酱油王”。

最惨的还是被自己的弟子娜希丽封印在岩石中，成为依尼翠时空最著名的观光景点——索霖岩。

不少旅法师大老远赶过来，就是为了亲眼目睹一下这位上古吸血鬼旅法师的“风采”。

左思跟随娜希丽学习过一段时间的砾岩术。

因此知道这位性格疯癫的坏女人其实远比外人描述中厉害得多。

至少能把大部分新生代旅法师按在地上反复摩擦。

这一点从欧尼希兹才一个照面，其旅法师的火花就遭到封印，甚至那么长时间看见娜希丽就躲着走，便能略窥一二。

所以索霖在极度愤怒的情况下中了娜希丽精心设计的陷阱，严格来说并不是什么太丢人的事情。

换成其他人，娜希丽可能都不需要设下陷阱，直接凭硬实力就能将其封印。

带着这样的想法，左思稍微活动了一下关节并发出一阵噼里啪啦的响声，随后便化作一缕残影冲出去率先发动了攻击。

“来得好！”

索霖狞笑着抬起手激发了一张魔法卡牌。

瞬间！

一排由鲜血凝结而成的箭矢凭空出现，宛如雨点般向前射了出去。

虽然箭矢的主体是血液，可在黑暗魔法的作用下却堪比+4以上的附魔箭矢。

眨眼功夫，凡是挡在箭雨前进道路上的东西，不管是坚固的石柱还是挂在上边的盾牌，都像泥捏的一样被当场撕成碎片。

但当即将打在左思身上的时候，一层红色的墙壁突然凭空出现。

所有血色箭矢打在上边之后，立刻便会在恐怖的高温之下被蒸发，连一个能穿透过去的都没有。

不用问也知道，这就是法师类职业——虹彩学徒的特殊能力——虹彩之墙。

由于左思填充的是红色，因此这面墙具有抵挡远程箭矢和魔法飞弹的效果。

任何穿越过去的东西都必须承受惊人的高温火焰伤害。

因此索霖释放的鲜血法术完全没有起到任何效果。

但他本人却丝毫不以为意，直接给自己加持了某种强化魔法，身上白色的皮肤立刻浮现出一个个像是家族徽记的图案。

等左思挥剑砍上去的刹那，这家伙竟然仅用一只手就挡下了前者高达七十点力量属性的冲击，咧开嘴笑着说道：“干得漂亮！索斯！不过真正的好戏才刚刚开始呢！”

“这也正是我想说的，导师。”

左思眼睛里透露出强烈的战意。

……

就在一场师徒对决开始上演的同时，远在费伦大陆西海岸的冲萨河上。

傅佐尔·钱伯瑞正站在一艘河运船的甲板上，眯起眼睛向远处的河道港口城市——伊利亚巴眺望，足足过了好几分钟才脸色阴沉的的质问道：“谁能告诉我这他妈的究竟是怎么回事？

伊利亚巴的城墙上为什么会悬挂无冬城和科米尔的旗帜？

他们那么多军队究竟是哪来的？ 难道都是长了翅膀飞过来的吗？ 还是使用了远距离的传送门？

竟然比我们坐船还要快！”

瞬间！

整个甲板上一片沉默，根本没有人能回答这个问题。

毕竟在这个充斥着超自然力量的魔法世界，真的是一切皆有可能。

无论是飞艇、传送门，还是其他一些手段，都能让军队瞬间跨过数百乃至数千公里的距离。

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 worshipped 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 ask, "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)