“Ladies!
Gentlemen! Guests from the material and outer planes! Welcome to the ninth level of Baator!
This is a miracle created by the great Lord Soth. It is the most colorful dream city in the entire universe. It is also a paradise where you can vent, indulge and enjoy yourself to your heart's content!
As long as you have enough money and wealth, you can get treatment far beyond that of an emperor here!
You can even become a powerful and respected councilor or mayor through fair, just, democratic and free elections! Believe me, even in the Seventh Heaven Mountain, which is known as the kindest place, it is absolutely impossible to get such an opportunity!
So I suggest that before today's game begins, let's express our gratitude to Lord Soth with gratitude! Without him, we wouldn't have such a happy life, let alone true freedom! Of course, let's also pay our respects to the enlightened and wise Lord of Hell, His Majesty Asmodeus.
Look! He also came to the VIP seats at the stadium today and waved to everyone.
How approachable and kind!
Even if you search the entire universe, you won't be able to find another supreme ruler who is willing to condescend to share happiness with the people!
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Just apply two drops before you do something, and you'll experience hours of uninterrupted pleasure that goes straight to the sky.
What are you waiting for? Action is better than thought!
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Remember, I am the commentator you can always trust - Lytle.
Next, please allow me to introduce the contestants of today's Ring City Prop Rally one by one.
First up is our perennial champion, Mr. Bagel from Scorching Hell.
As a yugoloth, he has successfully won four championships and is by far the most powerful of all the surviving players.
In addition, at his own request, I would like to solemnly warn those people in the main material plane not to refer to Jiao Yan as pepper and salt, otherwise our champion will be angry.
Next up is the recently famous Devil Boy and his Tiefling girlfriend.
The duo had beaten forty competitors in their first two obstacle races.
The scene was so bloody and exciting that it was like a slaughterhouse.
It is precisely because of this that they have gained great popularity.
Let us look forward to what exciting performances they can bring to the audience in today's game..."
Along with the impassioned voice of the fraudster named Lightel, the largest integrated arena in the center of the cyberpunk city on the ninth level of hell suddenly turned into a sea of joy.
Millions of spectators gathered here, shouting various slogans crazily to support the players they bet on.
Some people just come for fun and enjoy the blood-spurting death scenes during the game.
The terrifying and fanatical atmosphere caused the adrenaline of many mortals to surge, and they were completely immersed in this intense stimulation and excitement and unable to extricate themselves.
Some of them were so excited that they even performed the sex act on the spot, letting out the boiling blood in their bodies.
Others poured pills and medicines made of unknown ingredients into their mouths and began twitching and shaking like crazy.
You have to know that this scene is just the situation on the spot!
In addition, there are hundreds of millions of mortals, demons, and creatures from other outer planes, sitting in homes, restaurants, squares, bars, dance halls, and other places, staring at electronic screens and 3D projection images.
There is no doubt that as the reputation of the Cyberpunk City continues to spread, more and more people are flocking here unsurprisingly, and are deeply attracted by its environment, system and laws that are completely different from other levels of hell.
The most important thing is that this place is not dangerous at all! And you can experience the ultimate indulgence and happiness that you can't enjoy anywhere else. Even the outer plane that is also known as the place where people can linger - Paradise cannot compare with it.
After all, the latter generally tend to be kind, so many desires that are considered decadent and taboo cannot be satisfied.
But the ninth level of Baator is different!
No matter how depraved or forbidden the desire is, as long as you are willing to pay enough money and prove through legal means that the other party is "voluntary", it will not be considered a crime.
In addition, there is another problem with the Paradise, which is that mortals who stay there for a long time will gradually lose themselves and even forget who they are.
Therefore, most mortals who still have some sense will not choose to stay in Paradise for a long time.
But this cyberpunk city is different. At most, it will only make mortals more evil and corrupt, but it will not change their personality or memory.
Therefore, for many guys in the evil camp, this place is simply a paradise in their dreams.
Soon, accompanied by a loud whistle, the prop rally around the city finally began.
Amid the roar of the oil-burning engines, thousands of vehicles that had undergone various exaggerated modifications rushed out at once.
Before they could even get out of the arena along the track, dozens of unlucky guys were either crushed or torn to pieces by strange weapons.
In short, the scene of blood plasma bursting and limbs, internal organs and heads flying everywhere immediately made all the audience who bought tickets scream with excitement.
Especially those who were watching this violent and bloody game for the first time, their eyes widened, they held their breath, and their hearts beat several times faster than usual.
Stimulate!
Too exciting! A high-level angel from the upper plane saw this scene and immediately frowned subconsciously, but did not say much.
Because she knew that all the contestants were volunteers and there was no coercion involved.
So even if I feel extremely disgusted in my heart, I have no choice but to accept it.
As to whether it is truly "voluntary" or "forced voluntary", the devil's law enforcement agencies don't care.
Anyway, a contract certificate issued by a notary office will suffice.
To be precise, in the eyes of this high-level angel, this place is much better than other levels of hell, and at least it is worthy of being "redeemed."
Therefore, many celestial beings like her led their subordinates to move in, trying to complete the transformation and redemption of the ninth layer by expanding the ideas and influence of the good camp.
It's just that the idea is very full, but the reality is very skinny.
Although many angels are doing their best to participate in the election, trying to instill the concept of justice into mortals and those fallen souls.
But there are very few people who are truly willing to accept it.
Just the opposite!
Instead, they are full of interest in this kind of evil, violent and bloody competition, or they are keen on indulging and venting their dark desires.
Even some originally kind angels were gradually corrupted by the evil of the hell plane, and more and more of them fell into the state of becoming devils.
However, many high-level angels did not retreat.
In their view, this is the price that must be paid for a greater salvation.
The main reason for the fall of those angels was their lack of strong faith, but he and other angels with strong faith would surely be able to hold on until the final day of victory.
Feeling the boiling evil and corruption in the entire ninth plane, as well as the darkness constantly emerging from the hearts of the angels from the upper planes, Asmodeus, who was sitting in the VIP seat, showed an expression of great satisfaction on his face.
As the Lord of Hell, he was well aware of the huge benefits that such publicity and spread could bring to the devils.
Apart from anything else, the number of souls falling into hell is growing at an unimaginable rate.
In addition to quantity, any soul that has been deeply corrupted and degraded on the ninth level can be squeezed out several times more divine energy than before.
Therefore, in terms of performance appraisal, Zuo Si's KPI completion rate is far ahead of other lords.
Most importantly, this is a sustainable development that will continue to grow like a snowball in the future.
It won't be long before the devil himself can fight the abyss demon on equal terms, or even have a slight advantage, even without the help of other lawful forces.
Just as Asmodeus was considering the details of restarting the bloody battle, a tall and plump succubus suddenly pushed open the door of the VIP room and walked in, asking in a slightly tone: "Father, why did you give Soth that authorization? What did I do wrong that you want an angry outsider to restrain me?"
Needless to say, the person who came was none other than the Lord of the sixth level - Gracia.
It was obvious that the Princess of Hell was full of confusion, puzzlement and resentment about her father's actions.
Because she simply couldn't understand why Asmodeus, while giving her such an important position, would go to the trouble of imposing restrictions on her.
"outsider?"
The Lord of Hell glanced at his daughter with a slightly playful look, and then responded condescendingly: "No, you are wrong, my daughter.
Soth is not an outsider, but the crown prince of hell appointed by me personally.
In terms of his understanding of law and evil, he far surpasses all other devils, including you, and even gains the favor of the entire plane of Hell.
Look how much good he's brought us since he joined Hell?
And what about the impact of the flourishing of the Ninth Plane on the entire universe? He is actually closer to me than you are.
What's more, I gave him that authorization for your own good.
After all, until now, you still don't understand what the politics of Hell are all about, and how the courts of lords at all levels operate.
You are merely taking advantage of my daughter's identity and wantonly breaking all kinds of unspoken rules, which has already touched the bottom line of many lords.
If you continue like this, once they unite to attack you, even I will find it difficult to protect you.
So I hope you can learn from Sosto and see how he solves these problems and troubles within the rules and wins the respect and awe of the lords of other levels. "
"What did he do?"
Gracia was aware that her father had something else in mind and immediately began to test him.
Although she successfully placed many lustful and viper-like spies in Zuo Si's court.
But these spies obviously cannot really reach the core areas of rule, nor can they find out the real secrets.
Because the core circle is made up of subordinate level lords who have been fully transformed by the oil, such as Zariel, Mecanthut, and Obnixilis, rather than those high-level devils who are on the surface to deceive the enemy.
Asmodeus pursed his lips and said meaningfully: "Did you know that there is a pleasure demon named Glamir under Soth?"
"Glamir? The secretary he appointed?"
A thoughtful expression appeared on Gracia's face.
She had obviously heard of this particularly favored female devil, and even knew many rumors about the ambiguity between the two, such as various versions of office PLAY, but she didn't know its true origin.
But considering the obvious hint from the Lord of Hell, anyone would be a fool to regard him as an ordinary pleasure demon.
“See, this is what I keep telling you.
You thought you had spies and informants around each lord.
But in fact, they know nothing about their real secrets.
Much of what you know is either leaked to you on purpose or is a smokescreen used to mislead you into making wrong judgments.
So let's do some research on Gramir's identity.
When you know the truth, you will understand what Soth is doing.
Remember, just because he is not like other demons who are always plotting schemes and craving for more power and strength, it doesn't mean he is not dangerous.
In other words, he is the most dangerous and terrifying existence in the entire hell besides me.
When Soth sets his sights on someone, it means that person has no room to retreat or escape.
You still have a lot to learn, my dear daughter."
After saying this, Asmodeus bent down and kissed the forehead of the Demon Queen, then turned into a wisp of fire and disappeared on the spot.
Watching her father leave, Gracia's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and she immediately waved to the vile demon who was in charge of intelligence work behind her.
The snake demon hurriedly dragged his fat body closer and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"
"How much do you know about the secretary of the pleasure demon beside Soth, especially her identity?" The Princess of Hell asked directly.
“You mean Glamir?
From what I understand, she was born on the fourth plane and seems to be very close to your ally, Ms. Firna.
The only thing that is a little unusual is that, as a pleasure fiend, she is still a virgin and has never experienced the joy of love.
I think this may also be the reason why Ms. Filna sent it to the ninth floor as a gift.
After all, Lord Soth was a mortal before, so he might be a little picky in this regard and prefer exclusivity rather than sharing.
In addition, Gramir returned to the fourth level as a ninth-level messenger some time ago.
Although it is not certain yet, many signs indicate that the current tense situation in the fourth plane is very likely due to her relationship. "
The evil intelligence chief didn't dare to hide anything and quickly spilled out everything he knew.
"It's related to Firna? You mean... Soth is interfering in the power struggle on the fourth plane? Even though he's not in hell at all now?"
Gracia opened her mouth in disbelief.
You must know that the power struggle that may break out between the father and daughter on the fourth level has always been the focus of the entire hell.
After all, all the devils know that there is no such thing as family affection in the face of huge power.
It was only a matter of time before a conflict and even a civil war broke out between Ms. Fierna and Archduke Biller.
Especially the relatively young former, once they mature and taste the power, they will certainly use their legitimate status as lords to weaken the power in the hands of the latter, and eventually monopolize power and become a true lord, rather than a manipulated puppet.
Archduke Pierre was well aware of this, so every once in a while he would find a way to be alone with his daughter in the room, teaching her the techniques of pain and pleasure, in order to deepen their intimacy and trust.
Of course, those who understand this so-called "teaching" will understand it.
So even though many big demons, even including Gracia herself, wanted to get involved in order to gain a loyal ally.
But unfortunately, no matter how she incited Philna to rebel against her father, she did not get the desired result in the end.
Therefore, Gracia simply could not accept that Zuo Si had completely intensified the conflicts on the entire fourth level simply by some means and remote control. All forces had begun to openly take sides, and a decisive battle was about to break out.
The Viper Demon Intelligence Chief carefully observed his lord's reaction, then explained in a low voice: “I'm sorry, our spies can't find any evidence to prove this.
I also don't understand what his motive is if this is really Lord Soth's plan.
At least on the surface, Ms. Filna was at an absolute disadvantage in this power struggle.
If there were no interference from external forces, Archduke Biller would have a very high chance of winning.
perhaps……
Lord Soth has some hidden tricks that we don't know about."
"Damn it! Figure this out for me right now! Otherwise I'll dig out your internal organs and feed them to the little devils!"
Gracia was so angry that she swung the whip and hit the snake demon hard.
The latter didn't even dare to hide, and its huge, fat head that looked like a toad was immediately torn apart and left a bloody mark.
It can be seen that this spoiled princess of hell has a bad temper and is extremely cold and cruel.
The Viper Intelligence Chief suppressed the pain and the resentment that was gushing out of his heart, and nodded his head in a loyal manner, "Understood! Don't worry, I will arrange it right after I return.
But regarding your sacrifice and summoning in the material world, would you like to stop for a while? Otherwise, if you go to the material plane, it will be difficult for me to deliver the information to you in the first place."
"No! Everything remains the same! I also want to take this opportunity to observe Soth closely and find out his thoughts and hobbies.
By the way, remember to find me a better body.
Preferably a tiefling of devil blood."
After saying that, Gracia raised her head and glanced at the fierce fighting and racing on the big screen, as well as the gods who were attracted to the game, and then turned around and left the VIP seat with graceful steps.
…
About ten hours later, far away in the Amn Empire in the world of Toril, a group of scantily clad young people gathered in a wilderness far away from towns and villages under the cover of night.
They first lit a bonfire, and then used the firelight to draw huge and complex magic patterns on the open ground according to a book.
Most of them are elves and half-elves living in the forest. The most conspicuous one is a female half-elf tiefling whose forehead, face and arms are covered with red blood.
She obviously looked like a minor, only about 1.45 meters tall, with a pair of curved horns on her forehead and a long thin tail behind her butt. However, she did not have the iconic wings or red skin. Instead, her skin was very fair.
If nothing unexpected happens, this tiefling is obviously not a first-generation hybrid, but a mutant from who knows how many generations ago.
Perhaps some of the ancestors had relationships with creatures from the lower planes, or signed some kind of contract, or accepted blessings or curses, so this kind of power is contained in the bloodline.
There is a high probability that his parents look no different from normal elves, humans, or half-elves, but they suddenly gave birth to such a child with obvious lower-plane bloodline.
This is also the origin of most of the tieflings in Faerûn.
Often, these children with obvious demonic or devilish blood are abandoned by their frightened parents.
The unlucky ones may not even survive a few days before starving to death and becoming food for wild beasts.
But there are always lucky ones who survive, or are adopted by individuals and organizations with ulterior motives, and eventually trained to become thieves or assassins, or join the army of beggars and wander the streets.
The one in front of me obviously belongs to the former, as can be seen from her good physical development and the well-trained muscles in her thighs and arms.
Especially the six-pack abs on her belly are very obvious, which is definitely not something an ordinary girl of this age can have.
Moreover, his naked back was covered with scars of various sizes, most of which were probably marks from being whipped.
At this moment, the half-elf tiefling was clearly trying to save himself, desperately trying to cut the ropes on his hands with a hidden stone.
But unfortunately, the kidnappers paid special attention to her.
Before it was cut in half, it was discovered by the armed guards nearby.
The latter didn't even say a word, but swung the hilt of the sword and hit her hard on the head. The tiefling fainted on the spot with her eyes rolled back.
When she woke up again, she found herself tied to a huge wooden rack.
As for the other captives, they were all ripped open and turned into mutilated corpses.
The pungent smell of blood and the horrific scene immediately made the tiefling girl couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!! Don't... don't kill me! I can steal and make money! I'll do anything as long as you let me go."
"Hey, hey! Relax, little guy. Unlike those sacrificial trash, you have a more important purpose."
A woman in her thirties, wearing lingerie comparable to sexy lingerie, licked the tiefling girl's face with her tongue, then opened her mouth and forced a bottle of liquid into her mouth.
Although the latter struggled desperately to vomit it out, the former stuck his fingers into his throat, causing it to enter the esophagus and stomach before he could make a vomiting movement.
After just a few seconds, the tiefling girl began to feel an abnormal reaction in her body. She gradually became hot and unbearable, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
"Haha, what a little cutie. I think the great Gracia will be very satisfied with this body."
As the last word came out of her mouth, the woman hugged the tiefling and began to kiss and caress him, causing him to fall into an uncontrollable state of estrus.
Seeing this, the other young men also took off their clothes and hugged each other, performing an X-rated scene, and uttered strange syllables from their mouths.
If there were a wizard or scholar who was well versed in the language present, it would be easy to tell that these syllables were actually Infernal.
The content is also very simple, it is words praising the current Queen of Devil - Gracia.
After a while, a huge shadow appeared in the middle of the huge bonfire.
When the leading woman realized that the great devil they served and believed in had arrived, she immediately stopped all actions, knelt on the ground with her hands and knees prostrated, and raised the holy book high above her head.
In contrast, those young people who fell into the trap of desire were like crazy, performing strenuous exercises far beyond the limits of their physical endurance, until one after another died with foam at the mouth and convulsions.
The moment the last unlucky guy breathed his last, the black shadow that was almost condensed into substance rushed into the tiefling girl's body.
The next second...
Boom!!! Dazzling flames gushed out of her body, forming a pair of huge wings behind her. Then she stepped on the scorching flames and slowly walked down from the wooden shelf. She raised her hand and gently stroked the cheek of the last surviving believer and said, "You did a great job! Much better than I expected! As a reward, I will grant you a body and face that will never age."
Before he finished speaking!
A mark with the breath of hell was branded on the woman's forehead.
The crow's feet that had already appeared slightly at the corners of her eyes and her skin that had become dull due to the baptism of time, in the blink of an eye, returned to the state she was in when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.
There is no doubt that Gracia, the lord of the sixth layer of Baator Hell, has successfully descended to the material plane.
Even though it's only in the form of possession, it's enough to scare mortals.
"Great Queen of the Devil, the noble princess from Baator, thank you for your generous gift. I swear to serve you for the rest of my life, until the end of my life."
The woman excitedly crawled down and kissed the other's feet and toes.
The reason why she chose a big devil instead of God as her belief was to stay young forever and no longer age, so that she could continue to seduce powerful men with her beauty.
When it comes to preserving their beauty and youth, some women go to a level of madness that men can never imagine.
To this end, they are even willing to sell their souls, sacrifice their children, kill their husbands and parents, bathe in the blood of innocent girls, and eat meat soup made from unformed babies.
From the dress and demeanor of this Gracia believer, it is easy to tell that he definitely comes from a wealthy or aristocratic family.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to attract so many young people who are keen on indulgence and pleasure through banquets and dances.
"Very good! I accept your allegiance. Now get up and take me away from this desolate place. On the way, tell me about the current situation of the world."
After saying that, the Princess of Hell reaped the souls of the dead around her and walked straight towards the carriage parked not far away.
Although the scent she unintentionally exuded made the sensitive animal, the horse, very nervous and uneasy, the woman still found a way to calm the horse's emotions and drove straight to the castle she owned.
As for the corpses left behind by the sacrifice and summoning ceremony, the beasts in the forest will naturally help clean them up later.
With Amn's current population density, even if a dozen or so dead bodies were dumped in the wild, even if someone killed someone and hid the body around a town, it might not be discovered.
This can be seen from the incomplete human skeletons found in the sewers.
…
On the other hand, Zuo Si obviously didn't know that Gracia had arrived. He was still dealing with various complicated matters at Ximen, building up the bureaucratic ruling system bit by bit from scratch.
In addition to domestic affairs, during this period he also met with envoys sent by Tumis, a neighboring country in the south separated by the Osram Mountains, as well as city-states and countries along the coast of the Falling Star Sea.
Obviously, Amn's sudden and rapid expansion, as well as its strong strength shown in the war, made them very nervous and uneasy.
Therefore, envoys were sent for the purpose of testing the waters on the one hand and for trade on the other.
After all, huge airships continuously transport specialties from the West Coast and the New World to various cities on the Dragon Coast, and anyone who is not blind can see it.
Any businessman and ruler who is slightly smart can smell the scent of money and wealth.
With the help of the Church of Woking, Zuo Si signed no less than thirty trade agreements in a very short period of time.
Unlike the local natives who were short-sighted and only saw the immediate benefits, he developed a long-term and grand plan with the help of the floating city's economic experts.
This plan will use a series of complex and covert means to transform the most essential area of the Falling Star Sea in the heart of the continent of Faerun into an economic vassal of the West Coast Empire.
Simply put, it is to use it as a source of resources and raw materials, as well as a market for dumping goods, and to provide massive support to comprador regimes like the Baldur's Gate merchants.
The expensive magic education system is supported by constantly sucking blood from these places.
In addition, Zuo Si also hoped to attract more high-quality population to enrich the almost empty land.
You should know that the east-west span of the continent of Faerun is more than 5,600 kilometers, and the north-south span is more than 4,000 kilometers.
By comparison, the United States of America is only 4,500 kilometers long from east to west and 2,700 kilometers long from north to south.
So after the merger of the Amn Empire and the Shane Empire, excluding the isolated Luskan in the north and the Nelanther Islands on the sea, the span from the Winding River in the north to the Port of Calim in the south is about 1,600 to 1,700 kilometers, and 2,000 kilometers from east to west.
It is roughly equivalent to half the size of the United States.
Most importantly, except for the Great Kalin Desert in the south, this is almost the warmest, most humid and most suitable place for farming and living in the entire continent of Faerun.
But the total population is less than 20 million.
Kalinshan had the largest population, about seven or eight million after the emancipation of slaves;
Tethyr is relatively less populated, with a population of around four million despite a long war;
Amn has only 3 million to 3.5 million people; the population of West Heartland is even more pitiful, with only 1.6 to 1.7 million people;
The Dragon Coast is even worse, with a population of less than one million, only 800,000.
And this is the result of adding together halflings, elves, half-elves, gnomes, dwarves, and orcs who are willing to obey management.
If we only count the number of humans, it may only account for 80% of the total population.
Therefore, Zuo Si urgently needed to increase the population size and density within his ruling area.
Because in order to train arcane spellcasters in large quantities, one first needs to have enough geniuses with high intelligence attributes.
There is no better way to solve this problem except to increase the total population base.
Moreover, only with more people can we suppress the endless monsters in the wild, initiate social reforms and the industrialization of magic, and ultimately surpass the two magical civilizations of Netheril and Imaskar.
In Zuo Si's view, he needed at least 100 million healthy adult workers to barely achieve the predetermined small goal.
Staring at the map and population markers hanging in the room, he asked without turning his head, "Which cities do you think are better for opening ten magic academies in the first phase?"
"Well… I think Baldur's Gate, Askatra, Esmirtalan, Zazespur, Calimport, Sul'dofor, Westgate, and Iliaba are all good choices.
In short, it is better to stay as close to cities with dense populations and prosperous commerce and trade.
On the one hand, there are relatively many educated and intelligent people in such places, and on the other hand, it is also convenient to obtain various materials and resources.
I suggest that it would be better to build the college a little further away from the city, rather than still within the city walls.
Otherwise, if the apprentices accidentally make a big noise, it will be difficult to deal with it."
Ovo, the fat lich who had just rushed over from his lair, answered without hesitation.
Because of his extensive experience in opening magic academies (although they all ended in failure in the end), he was appointed chief consultant on magic education, responsible for helping to make plans and promote the popularization and development of magic education.
The next step is to compile an easy-to-understand textbook and distribute it to each college as the official version.
These novices are not allowed to access any other knowledge until they have completed basic enlightenment education and gained the ability to perform zero-ring tricks.
This is done mainly to protect young apprentices from dying too early.
After all, you never know, when a teenager suddenly gets the name of a demon and happens to be able to carve a summoning circle, whether he will secretly summon it out of strong curiosity.
"Then how do we solve the problem of teachers? Although I have quite a few mages under my command, not all of them have the patience to teach students." Zuo Si continued to ask, stroking his chin.
Having been an apprentice for a long time, he knew too well what apprentices looked like in the eyes of those evil wizards.
In the eyes of these guys, apprentices are relatively expensive consumables and free assistants and experimental materials.
Therefore, if the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were allowed to teach at the academy, Zuo Si was really afraid that out of a hundred apprentices, only less than ten would come out alive.
Don't think this is an exaggeration!
It's a description that couldn't be more true!
Even a strict and responsible mentor like Kelben often has no good solutions to various unexpected situations.
Normally, it would be considered quite good if five out of ten apprentices could survive to graduation.
As for the rest, basically they didn't follow the precautions during the experiment, which resulted in an accidental explosion and they were done for on the spot;
Otherwise, they would secretly carry out some dangerous attempts, such as summoning demons and devils, and forcibly touching the deep magic network, and by the time they were discovered, even their souls might be gone.
"If you don't mind, I can provide fifty to one hundred offspring to serve as teachers.
Including your people, each college can be equipped with ten to fifteen tutors.
He can train about 150 apprentices.
After the first batch of apprentices graduate, they can stay in school as assistants to assist the mentors in managing and educating the next batch of apprentices.
Oh, by the way, I have compiled some research and spell materials about the Netheril era, you can take a look if you are interested."
After that, Ovo took out several books emitting strong arcane light from his pocket.
Since his ideal is to restore the glory of Netheril, he is not as stingy with knowledge as other great arcanists, but is very generous.
"Thank you. I just want to learn those ten- and eleven-ring spells invented during the Netheril era."
After Zuo Si opened it and took a quick look, an expression of interest immediately emerged.
Perhaps for other spellcasters, these magics have lost their effects due to the change in rules, and at best can only serve as a reference for inventing new legendary spells.
But because the magic goddess Midnight opened a back door for him last time, he can really unleash these powerful spells, and even personally create a Misera Core to build a Faerun version of the floating city.
However, Owo didn't know this. He put on a magnanimous look and waved his hand with a smile: "Hahaha! You're welcome!
As our cooperation becomes closer, I will give you my collections over the years bit by bit as gifts.
After all, in this world, you are the only one who has the greatest chance of recreating or even surpassing the glory of Netheril.
I'm looking forward to what the West Coast will become under your rule.
Also, I heard that you had a spell duel with Larloch in Cyre some time ago?"
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "It can't be considered a duel, at best it's just a mutual exchange."
"Oh? So what was the result?"
Ovo leaned forward slightly, his two swollen eyes flashing with intense curiosity.
He obviously knew that the old man, Larloch, was hiding in the Tomb of the Warlock in the mountains north of Baldur's Gate.
However, out of caution, he never contacted the other party, let alone visited him.
The two sides remained separated by the High Forest and the Wasteland and had no further contact with each other.
"There is no specific result. Although Larock said I won, I don't think I won." Zuo Si shrugged and replied.
"That means... you at least tied with him?"
Owo's tone was filled with undisguised shock.
He had witnessed with his own eyes how the Wizard King in the Netheril era defeated challengers one after another with ease and defended the title of "the strongest".
He also understood that with his level, he would probably never be able to defeat the opponent in a one-on-one magic duel in his lifetime.
That's why Owo found it unbelievable.
"Let me put it this way. Neither of us used any magic items, scrolls, or powers other than our own spellcasting levels and abilities. That's why I emphasized that this was just a sparing match, not a spell duel."
Zuo Si explained with a slightly helpless tone.
In fact, Owo is not the only one who cares about this issue.
Alustriel, Lyra, Khelben, Shane VII, Simamon, Fuzol Chamberlain, and the legendary liches of the Arcane Mystic Society all asked the same question.
There's nothing we can do about it, since LaRock is the most famous.
The circle of legendary spellcasters in Faerun is only this small, and the Wizard King, who has maintained an undefeated record from the era of Netheril to the present, is undoubtedly the focus of everyone's attention.
What's more, there were so many spectators present when the competition was taking place.
"Then can you have a sparring match with me?"
Ovo made a request with great interest.
Because he was really curious about what kind of attainments Zuo Si had achieved in the field of arcane magic, who could make Larloch say "You win"...
(End of this chapter)
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