In the dark of midnight...
This desolate place...
There were also the explosions and noises from the battle just now, and the blinding light produced by the release of high-level magic...
Normally, even if a businessman or adventurer happens to pass by, they should stay away from them.
Who on earth would come all the way here and risk their lives to join in the fun? Old Bones, hiding in the carriage, was puzzled, and his two eyes hidden under the magic mask kept flashing a terrifying red light.
In fact, it was not just this group of sudden unknown intruders, the entire combat test was completely out of his control from the very beginning, and nothing was expected at all.
Be it the traps that were secretly set at some unknown time, or the various magic props possessed by the players, or the madness of daring to take the enemy down with you by committing suicide before dying.
Especially the thief who just died, when facing death, he did not have the slightest hesitation, nor did he have any fear of the unknown as his life was about to end. All he had was a cruelty and brutality that could not be described in words.
Old Bones simply couldn't imagine what a person had to go through to become like this.
The most terrifying thing is that when you talk to him on a daily basis, you don't feel that the other person is a lunatic who doesn't take his life seriously at all.
Obviously, too much contact with players has led to a lot of misunderstandings about the world.
Just as everyone at the scene was nervously staring at the woods where footsteps were getting closer, several figures suddenly emerged from out of nowhere.
This group of people seemed to be fully armed. The young man in the lead had long black hair, heavy armor, and held a weapon that looked like a spear or a lance.
Next to him was a heavily armored warrior holding a giant tower shield, who was closely following and providing frontal protection for an old woman who looked very old and was wearing a dragon-patterned robe.
It is not difficult to see from their skillful coordination and unified actions that they are obviously an elite team with considerable strength and who often act together.
Especially the young man in the lead. When he saw Shalltear confronting the player, he did not collapse instantly like ordinary people. Instead, his eyes flashed with the same light, and he shouted without turning his head, "Now! Use it on that vampire!"
"clear!"
The old woman took a decisive step forward, opened her arms and made a gesture as if she was grabbing her heart.
moment!
The dragon pattern on her long gown burst into golden light, and then transformed into an oriental dragon made of energy.
As a person with extremely high perception ability, Shalltear undoubtedly sensed the danger in an instant, and she immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed out, wanting to kill the intruder who had locked onto her and had no idea what he was going to do.
Unfortunately, she obviously overlooked that the players were not the kind of people who were afraid of death.
These lunatics, whose thought processes are completely different from those of normal people, have started to get a little carried away by the death of one of their companions, and their faces are filled with hideous and terrifying expressions.
Less than half a second after Shalltear rushed out, a warrior drank a bottle of speed potion, then entered a frenzy state, swung the magic ax in his hand, and smashed it down on his head.
“Get lost!!!”
Shalltear was obviously irritated by this desperate stalking, but she didn't dare to use her dropper spear to pierce the other party, for fear of being hit in the face and exploded again. She could only cast magic to try to push or knock away this troublesome guy.
Unfortunately, the warrior obviously came with the intention of dying together with her, so how could he give her such an opportunity? He grinned and threw the ax in his hand as a long-range weapon.
Bang! Shalltear had no choice but to end her spell preparation early and wield her spear to block.
The opponent's huge power bonus made her hands numb and she almost dropped her weapon.
But at this critical moment, the soldier who lost his weapon not only had no intention of retreating, but instead rushed forward and threw him to the ground, and at the same time activated his self-destruction without hesitation.
The next second...
boom!!!!!!!!
Accompanied by dazzling fire, lightning, explosions and splashing acid, Shalltear once again suffered huge damage. Her face, which had already been completely disfigured by the explosion once, was completely unrecognizable, becoming bloody and hideous.
When another player stepped forward, she subconsciously took a step back involuntarily. It was obvious that she had been traumatized by the explosion. Her pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again.
Needless to say, this evil, cruel, bloodthirsty vampire true ancestor retreated in the face of the player's madness!
She was really scared!
Not to mention Shalltear herself, even the team that had just emerged from the woods were stunned by the players' brave and fearless fighting style, with no fear of death at all.
Several members who looked older even shed tears of emotion.
In their view, it was a remarkable achievement for these adventurers to fight such a terrifying vampire for such a long time, not to mention that they did not hesitate to sacrifice their own lives in order to delay the enemy's attack.
What kind of spirit is this? This is the noble spirit of devotion to the entire human race! It is also the great character that the top leaders of the Church have been promoting and advocating!
That's right.
This intruding team was none other than the Black Scripture, the most powerful of the six colored scriptures of the Church.
The young man holding a spear in the lead is the "god-man" captain who holds the first seat - Will True Roland.
The so-called gods, to put it bluntly, are the descendants of the players who saved humanity from slavery.
There is a certain chance that they will experience atavism, that is, they will inherit the power of the players to a certain extent, and can easily cross the threshold of LV60 in the Tree World Game. They are the most core and powerful force in the Church.
The old woman running in a dragon-patterned robe is the old woman who almost succeeded in controlling Shalltear in the original plot.
Their original mission was to go deep into the forest and wait for an opportunity to subdue the "Dragon King of Destruction" who was predicted to awaken, that is, the huge sealed magic tree.
As luck would have it, I discovered a fierce battle scene here while on the way and immediately decided to rush over to check the situation.
After all, there were trap explosions and piercing noises, as well as high-level spell battles and creature summonings, and they could be seen clearly from several kilometers away.
In particular, the divine and arcane spells above the sixth ring released by the players, as well as the ninth and tenth-tier magics thrown around by Shalltear, would all produce extremely violent energy fluctuations.
It is very easy for magic casters in this world to perceive it.
Therefore, from the moment the two sides started fighting, the nearby Black Scripture Team noticed something was wrong and rushed over from a distance at an extremely fast speed.
With the activation of the item "Alluring Beauty" left behind by the first batch of players who traveled through this world, a dazzling golden dragon instantly soared into the sky, directly illuminating the originally dark night as bright as day.
As the targeted target, Shalltear only saw a white flash before her eyes, and then she completely lost consciousness.
When she recovered again, she had become a puppet under 100% control of the Theocracy. She walked straight over with a very submissive attitude, knelt on one knee and saluted the old woman.
Because everything happened so fast and so suddenly, Old Bones hiding in the car had no time to react.
Just as he was confused and trying to figure out the situation, Albedo's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
"Your Majesty, I have an emergency to report to you. Shalltear Bloodfallen has rebelled!"
"What? What's going on?!"
Although Old Bones tried to remain calm, there was still a hint of panic and nervousness in his voice.
How could I not be nervous!
After coming to this world and discovering that all NPCs had gained independent will and personality, he had been worried about such a situation.
After all, before traveling through time, he was just an insignificant salesman in the real world. He was often insulted, reprimanded, and even subjected to personal humiliation by his superiors. He did not have even the slightest management and leadership experience.
But what about these NPCs created by other guild members? Basically, each of them has the "genius" template! Therefore, Lao Gutou is actually very inferior and lacks confidence in his heart.
Coupled with the long-standing loneliness, he feared more than anyone else the prospect of losing the people he was most familiar with in this strange world, namely the NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
This includes, but is not limited to, allowing Demiurge to conduct evil and cruel experiments and plans, not stopping Albedo from saying that "humans are lowly and inferior creatures", allowing Shalltear to kill humans at will and satisfy her bloodthirsty desires, etc.
In order to live up to these evil NPCs' fantasy of a so-called "Supreme One", they even actively abandon their humanity and move closer to undead creatures.
Therefore, when he learned about Shalltear's rebellion, this guy felt like he was about to explode.
Albedo undoubtedly sensed Old Bones' emotions and hurriedly explained, "Just now I discovered that Shalltear's connection with the Great Tomb of Nazarick was suddenly and forcibly cut off. I immediately opened the main control source panel to check and found that her name had turned red, which symbolizes rebellion."
“You mean…Shalltear is under mental control?”
Bones' tone was filled with shock and disbelief.
After all, as the progenitor of vampires, Shalltear's race is undoubtedly undead, otherwise she wouldn't be so afraid of the [Sunburst] and [Weapon of Destruction] that the players might release.
The characteristic of the undead template is that it is completely immune to all mental attacks and charm spells, even the mind control of the mind flayer is no exception.
"That's right! I suggest that you and Sebastian return to the Great Tomb immediately, and then organize a subjugation team to deal with Shalltear to prevent possible information leaks."
I have to say that when she is not crazy, Albedo can definitely be considered a good housekeeper who can always give the most correct advice.
But how could the old man swallow this humiliation when being NTR'd in front of him? He turned his head and looked at the scene of Shalltear being controlled outside the car window, and a flame of anger instantly ignited in his heart.
Unforgivable!
Intolerable!
How could the "children" created by the guild members with all their efforts be taken away by the enemy! But this anger was quickly suppressed by the characteristics of the undead creatures, and was replaced by rational thinking and fear of the item that could control the undead.
After all, he is undead. Before he can figure out how many people this thing can control and whether it has a cooling CD, any rash action may lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
Especially as the only player in the guild, if he is accidentally controlled, the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick will fall into the control of the other party.
This is absolutely devastating.
But the problem is that if Shalltear is allowed to be taken away, the secret of the Great Tomb of Nazarick will also be exposed to the natives of this world.
Just considering that the guild is basically full of undead creatures and various terrifying aliens, it is easy to imagine how the various countries will react.
As a result, Lao Gutou was inevitably caught in a dilemma.
Just as he was struggling with his dilemma, the player adventure team, whose two members had already been declared dead, headed straight towards the Black Scripture.
Due to the strong strength these people had demonstrated in previous battles and their heroic spirit of sacrifice in the eyes of outsiders, the latter did not make any threatening moves.
Captain Will took two steps forward, put his hand on his chest and bowed, saying in a respectful tone: "Thank you, thank you for your assistance and sacrifice.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to control such a terrifying vampire so easily.
I swear as the head of the Theocracy's Dark Codex that all those who died in this battle are heroes.
Their names and yours will be engraved on stone tablets for all of humanity to see.
In addition, I can guarantee that after I return, I will apply for a pension from the high priests so that everyone will receive the compensation they deserve."
There is no doubt that Will True Roland is an extremely proud and conceited person. Before he met the Theocracy's strongest force, Juesijieming, he even had an attitude of "God is the boss and I am the second."
Even after being pinned to the ground and beaten up, he didn't change much. He just became a little more humble in front of Juesijieming.
This can be seen from the fact that he always claims that I alone am equal to the entire "Black Scripture".
But today, this extremely proud and conceited guy lowered his head and acted humble.
Because Will had concluded from the moment he saw Shalltear that there was no way he could defeat such a monster.
Not to mention winning, if it weren't for the world-class item, I'm afraid the entire team and myself would be in trouble.
But what about these players who were covered in wounds, who had fought such a terrifying enemy for such a long time, and even caused great damage to the enemy? Not only did they successfully hold back Shalltear, but when Shalltear rushed towards the user of the Allure at an extremely fast speed to attack her, they used their lives to delay and hinder the enemy's advance, and even made such a powerful vampire feel fear.
If people like this don't get the respect they deserve, then who else deserves respect? The corrupt nobles in the kingdom who only know how to fight for power and gain?
Seeing the solemn expression on the face of the captain of the Dark Scripture God, the second-in-command of the team stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for nothing, now is not the time to celebrate victory.
See that carriage behind?
There are two other guys inside who are in cahoots with this vampire.
Every one of them is no weaker than the vampires you control."
"What? Are you sure you're not kidding!"
Will's face suddenly changed.
You know, just Shalltear alone made him feel desperate, not to mention there were two equally powerful ones.
“I’m certainly not kidding.
Why do you think we were attacked?
Coincidence? How could it be possible!
Everything was premeditated.
The masterminds behind this are the two bastards in the carriage.
These two bastards have been planning this attack in secret since they hired us.
If you don’t believe it, go ask the vampire you control.
So for the sake of humanity and for the peace and security of this world, we must get rid of them.
Based on our observations over the past two days, one of the guys is definitely an undead creature, but it’s hard to tell for the time being about the other one.
We just happen to have a spell that can instantly inflict massive damage to undead creatures.
As long as you fully cooperate, we can definitely defeat the opponent together.
Even if we can't win, we are willing to stay behind to cover your retreat and buy you time to escape.
How about we join forces to do this?"
A chilling and crazy expression appeared on the face of the second-in-command of the player team.
You killed my two brothers and you still want to get away with it?
Stop dreaming!
Even if everyone dies today, I will make you pay the price!
Moreover, for players, the Theocracy, the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and the Black Scripture are all just NPCs in the game, and they should be used whenever possible.
"Lord Kelliel, is what they say true?"
Captain Shenren immediately turned around and asked the old woman who was so beautiful that she could conquer a whole country.
The latter had obviously obtained a lot of information about the Great Tomb of Nazarick from Shalltear through a simple conversation, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes! These warriors are right! And I also got a crucial piece of information, which is that the undead creatures on the carriage are the ones who came after the centennial aftershock."
"Hundred...hundred years of aftershocks!"
Hearing this, Will felt a chill rushing up from his feet to his crown, and he shivered involuntarily.
As the descendant of the first descended player, and the top combat force of the Theocracy second only to Juesijueming, how could he not know how terrifying the players who descended in “Hundred Years Aftershock” were.
Look at the Theocracy, which was able to lead mankind to stand in this world for hundreds of years relying solely on the legacy left by the six great gods; and then look at the Eight Desire Kings, who almost wiped out the dragon clan and once dominated the entire world, and you will know how terrifying the destructive power of this group is to the entire world.
Compared to the fearful reactions of the local natives, the team of players was obviously much calmer.
The second in command even put on a disdainful look and sneered, "Why, are you scared? Don't forget, ever since you forcibly controlled that vampire, the relationship between you and them has been a life-and-death struggle.
Especially after you have obtained so much information and intelligence, even for the sake of protecting themselves, the people in the carriage will not hesitate to kill all those who know the truth without leaving a single one alive.
Instead of being timid here, it is better to launch a surprise attack while the opponent is not ready. If you are lucky, you may be able to take him down in one go.
Even if it fails, at least enough intelligence can be collected.
So stop wasting time like a woman and tell us straight out whether you are going to do it or not."
"Do it! Of course I will!"
The young and energetic Will could not stand such provocation and gave a positive answer without hesitation.
After all, he has now successfully controlled a powerful force of the opponent, and there are so many warriors willing to fight for their lives. If he retreats, he will probably be called a coward for the rest of his life.
The most important thing is, with Qingguo Qingcheng around, he felt that even if he couldn't win, it shouldn't be a big problem to retreat safely.
Soon, the two groups took advantage of the time when Old Bones was still struggling in the carriage to briefly discuss tactics.
Just half a minute later, the controlled Shalltear dropped from the sky and launched a fierce attack.
boom!!!!!!!!
With a deafening roar and explosion, she kicked off the battle with the ninth-tier magic [Scarlet Nova].
Although Sebastian, who remained alert at all times, tried to parry and block, the problem was that the spell was a group explosion plus fire damage effect, so it had no effect at all.
Old Bones flew out sideways, and the camouflage used to cover his face and arms was instantly destroyed in the flames, revealing the white human-shaped skeleton inside.
When he saw the sinister smiles on the players' faces, he instantly realized that he had been exposed from the very beginning.
It's just that for some reason, the other party did not choose to expose it, but pretended to know nothing and played a play with me.
The clown turned out to be me! Old Bones lost his defense on the spot and asked angrily: "You...you knew the truth from the beginning?"
"Hahahaha! Why, you seem surprised? Don't worry, there are more surprises to come.
Not only do we know your true face, we also know all your names.
Whether it's the flying squirrel in the game, or Suzuki Satoru as a human, or the guild name Ainz Ooal Gown that may be used next.
There is nothing secret about you in our eyes.
From this moment on, we will become your worst nightmare for the rest of your life."
With naked and undisguised sarcasm, the team's second-in-command directly tore off a nine-ring magic scroll [Time Stop].
moment!
The whole world fell into black and white.
Without any hesitation, he took out the scroll again and activated the nine-ring magic [Imprisonment].
This is an extremely insane protective magic.
The effect is to directly lock a creature into a magic sphere and hide it permanently.
The creature enters a state of suspended animation, as if affected by eternal stasis.
There is no need to breathe, no hunger, and even the age will remain at the moment of imprisonment.
Unless someone nearby uses the special nine-ring magic [Freedom Spell] or [Unbinding Spell], they will be released and regain their freedom.
In addition, wishes and miracles can achieve similar effects.
This means that if the [Ring of Wishing upon a Star (actually the Ring of Three Wishes)] in Bones' hand cannot produce any effect, if he does not master the [Freedom Spell] or if this spell does not exist in the game, the Great Tomb of Nazarick will forever lose a maximum-level NPC.
Since the imprisonment effect does not result in death, even resurrection is not possible.
Obviously, the second-in-command of this player team knows very well how to retaliate so as to make the enemy feel pain, and he is completely killing people and destroying their hearts.
At the moment when time stopped and disappeared, Old Bones, who had just crawled up from the ground, saw the loyal Sebastian suddenly being wrapped up by a magic sphere, and then turned into a meteor and disappeared on the spot.
There were two full-level NPCs, one was snatched away by the other party in front of him, and the other was sent to an unknown place by magic. This made the string of reason in his mind break, and he directly cast an impact spell to knock Shalltear away, and then roared at the others present: "How dare you do this! Die! Super-level magic - Skyfall!"
moment!
A huge magic circle appeared out of nowhere, releasing a terrifying aura that could destroy the world.
"Super...super?!"
The divine captain Will was completely dumbfounded.
In his life, he had rarely seen magic of the seventh and eighth ranks, and he only knew that the tenth was the pinnacle of magic.
As for the super-level magic equivalent to the legendary magic of the continent of Faerun, he had never even heard of it.
"Go and stop him!"
The old woman called Kelaire immediately gave Shalltear an order.
Although she was quite old, she was calmer and more rational than other members of the Black Scripture. She knew that if this spell was cast, she and others would be in great danger.
[Self-time acceleration]! Shalltear instantly used her remaining little mana to activate a powerful ability, and her entire body turned into a red lightning and rushed towards the location where the old bones were.
Bang! The dropper spear directly shattered the latter's thigh bone, turning his two legs into one.
But unfortunately, this attack did not interrupt the concentration of casting the spell.
Old Bones was in a state of rage, but he managed to complete the super-level magic with his strong willpower.
In the blink of an eye, a dazzling blue beam of light dropped from the sky, spreading in all directions at an unimaginable speed, ruthlessly destroying everything around it.
Upon seeing this, Captain Shenren did not dare to stay for even a second. He picked up the user of the stunning beauty and instantly used the teleportation magic item. Finally, he escaped to an unknown place before being affected.
With him were several other senior members.
But the remaining cannon fodder were not so lucky.
Some of them didn't react in time, and some didn't have any magic props for teleportation at all, and were directly swallowed up by the deep blue energy storm.
When everything calmed down, a huge crater was formed in the center of the sky, like a meteorite impact.
Just when Old Bones thought he had destroyed all the enemies, he suddenly saw a figure flash in front of him, followed by a dazzling golden light that enveloped him and Shalltear, who was only breathing her last breath.
Then the bodies of the two began to swell uncontrollably, and finally exploded with a bang.
"Bah! You self-righteous idiot! Go to hell!"
These were the last words Old Bones heard before he lost consciousness.
Although he had no idea how the other party had survived the shocking damage from falling from the sky, he knew that both himself and Shalltear, as undead creatures, were destroyed by this powerful positive energy magic that specifically targeted undead creatures.
“Ahem… This BOSS is really hard to defeat, but the experience points it gives are really awesome.”
After a violent coughing up of blood, the player who successfully killed Old Bone for the first time finally fell in a pool of blood and breathed his last.
His body was so badly damaged that it could not be repaired.
Therefore, after the main brain used this connection point to extract all the energy, it directly abandoned the physical body and injected its consciousness and energy into the new clone.
In other words, the entire player team has now been resurrected in the floating city of Plantia.
As the battlefield became silent, Zuo Si and Xia En VII, who had been hiding in the dark and watching the show for a long time, slowly walked out this time.
It was obvious that they had both been there since the beginning of this battle.
It's just that it was hidden well and not discovered.
Zuo Si even bent down without hesitation to pick up a magic ring that Old Bone dropped when he died. It could increase the mana limit, and asked with interest, "How is it? What do you think of the players' performance in this battle?"
"Perfect! To be honest, I didn't expect them to be able to kill such a high-level enemy in the early stages.
What I also didn't expect was that as a legendary spellcaster with a spellcasting level equivalent to LV28 to 29 in Faerun, this guy didn't even know any metamagic techniques or spell counters, or he knew but didn't use them at all.
When it comes to spell duels, he's too weak, so weak that I have no interest in fighting him myself.
If I let go without any restrictions, I could easily defeat it in a few seconds.
Are you sure he really came from the same place or parallel universe as you?"
Shane VII frowned and raised the question in his heart.
After all, the spellcasting level of LV28 to 29 is not low in Faerun, not to mention that the opponent uses the "blue bar" to cast spells, which is more flexible than spell slots.
Normally, this should be a relatively powerful and difficult enemy.
But after seeing Old Bones' lame spellcasting method with his own eyes, Shane VII felt that he could beat the opponent as soon as he crossed the threshold of legend.
"If you think this guy is too weak, you can teach him how to conduct a real spell duel through other means.
Even teaching the magical knowledge, skills and spells of the continent of Faerun is fine.
But I doubt whether he can really learn it.
After all, you saw it too.
Rather than being a mage who studies and uses magic, he is more of a simple magic user.
It's like a golem that has been imbued with a large amount of magic and has its own consciousness.
I even doubt whether he can understand the complex principles of magic, let alone develop and create spells of his own based on them.
Again, I think he and all players were created by the Dragon Emperor through some unknown original magic.
Including those NPCs, they simply do not have the ability to learn, understand, and create in the true sense."
Zuo Si expressed his views with great interest.
Because Old Bones had never done anything related to "learning" and "creation" from beginning to end, he was simply living off the capital of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Moreover, after establishing the so-called "Magic Kingdom", the undead creatures were actually allowed to use the most primitive tools - hoes to reclaim wasteland and grow food, instead of using more advanced machinery or performing a certain degree of physical transformation on the undead creatures.
Is this something that people in the future information explosion era will be able to do? When Zuo Si used undead laborers in the Nelanther Islands and Luskan, he equipped these undead with many relatively advanced tools.
These include machines that can automatically sow and harvest by pushing them, large plows pulled by several undead together, and so on.
Although he himself is not very good at this, at least he knows that improving tools can lead to higher efficiency, rather than mindlessly relying on the number of undead and their never-tiring characteristics to pile up.
But Sean VII shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said, "How can you know if you don't try this kind of thing?
I believe that after this death lesson, our protagonist will become very cautious.
I will find an opportunity to get in touch with him and see if I can obtain information on high-level magic or some interesting props through exchange.
Oh, yes, and the Theocracy.
They seem to have a lot of things I'm interested in, like the robe that can control even the undead."
Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: “Whatever you want.
Anyway, now that the Church knows the truth, it won't be long before they spread the news.
This means that our protagonist doesn't have much time left.
Especially considering his own identity as an undead and that unfortunate guild consisting of only aliens and undead, it was almost certain that they would be besieged.
We only need to create a little panic and conflict at the right time, and then the whole world will immediately become chaotic.
Once those true dragon kings who master the original magic begin to take action, our chance will come."
"Don't worry, I will stay in this world to ensure the smooth implementation of the entire plan. Also, I noticed that you seem to have summoned a lot of demons into this world?"
Shane VII suddenly raised his head and asked.
“Well, yes.
On the one hand, it is to conduct business and obtain souls; on the other hand, it is to collect intelligence.
Asmodeus hopes to use the abilities of the planeswalkers to connect the Hell plane with more material worlds and thereby obtain a stable supply of souls.
If nothing unexpected happens, a new round of bloody battle will begin soon.
After all, letting demons and devils consume each other is the consensus of countless gods and outer planes.
The Lord of Hell does not want to provoke too many enemies at this time, so he can only take the initiative to start a bloody battle. "
Zuo Si stated the reason very straightforwardly and directly.
This is different from the powerful demon lords who like to directly corrode the entire material plane and then pull it into the bottomless abyss to turn it into a level to strengthen their own strength.
The devils who are good at sustainable exhaustion of resources will never do such a thing as killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Although it feels great to directly devour a material plane and gain hundreds of millions of souls in an instant.
But the problem is that that means the entire material plane will be swallowed up, and no more mortal souls will be born.
Compared to a one-time deal, the devil prefers a long-term approach, that is, allowing mortals to continue living in their original places, and then through temptation and guidance, let their souls fall into hell after death.
This is why many gods give backdoors to the demons, allowing them to conduct their business under certain constraints.
But when it comes to demons, they are usually just killed.
Shane VII nodded thoughtfully and couldn't help but sighed: "I see. In addition to the Son of Bhaal that Faerun is messing around with and ruling a huge empire, you also have to take care of Hell. You are really busy."
"yes."
When you have time in the future, you can come to visit the ninth level of Baator Hell.
I must now return to Faerûn to deal with the affairs of the Sons of Bhaal.
Judging from the time, Aberdare and his group should have escaped from Durrag's Tower and successfully teleported to Athkatla.
Erinikas also began to plan to take the final step from a mortal to a god.
Let us wait and see who will be the winner of this game.”
After saying this, Zuo Si activated the power of sparks and disappeared on the spot.
Shane VII picked up the red armor dropped by Shalltear and the magic equipment and props that the players had not used when they died, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Since in the Tree World game, players and NPCs will randomly drop some personal equipment when they are killed, it can be said that Old Bones suffered a great loss this time.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the "Flying Squirrel Jade" on his chest, which served as a world prop, did not fall off, otherwise he would have cried to death.
However, Zuo Si, who returned to Faerun, did not know that when Aberdare and his group were escaping from the Tower of Durlag, there was a small problem with the portal, so that they were teleported to a village dozens of kilometers away from the city.
Right now, the team, who only had dozens of gold coins collected during their escape from the Tower of Durlag, was trying to bargain with a coachman, hoping to ride in the magic carriage operated by the West Coast Imperial Government at a relatively low price.
"Damn it! How many times have I told you! I'm just a coachman, I have no right to lower the price. Either pay and get on the bus, or walk slowly to Athkatra."
The driver, who looked to be around 40 years old, was obviously getting quite impatient. He wanted to wave the whip in his hand several times to abandon these "poor guys" and drive away directly.
"Okay, fine, we'll pay."
After a long time of effort, Imoen finally realized that bargaining was not allowed in this kind of public carriage. He had no choice but to open his dry purse and reluctantly took out a few silver coins and handed them to the other party.
After checking the weight and type of the silver coins, the driver nodded with satisfaction.
"Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier?
Now go find an empty seat in the car and remember to stay away from those animals.
The last time I was driving a bus, a poor girl accidentally fell asleep on the road.
As a result, her beautiful long hair was gawed by a group of sheep and was completely disfigured. She was still crying after getting off the bus. "
"Uh-thank you, we'll keep an eye on it."
The corner of Imoen's mouth twitched, and he immediately called on other teammates to get on this magical heavy truck from the back door.
As soon as they entered the carriage, they smelled a pungent odor and various "bleating", "humming" and "mooing" sounds.
A fat, castrated boar put its face right in front of the girl and arched its back. Imoen was so scared that he immediately kicked it away and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Oh my God! Whose pig is this! Take it away!"
"Ah! Sorry! Sorry!"
A young farmer rushed out and carried the pig back to his seat by the ear.
As a means of transportation connecting towns and villages in the West Coast Empire, public carriages are obviously not just for transporting goods or people as many people imagine.
Things like livestock and poultry could also be stuffed into the carriages.
This car alone carried six cows, a dozen sheep, more than twenty pigs, two donkeys, and hundreds of chickens, ducks, and geese.
The number of animal passengers even far exceeds the number of human passengers.
There is no way, this is the disadvantage brought about by backward agricultural production.
Because towns consumed large quantities of these meat and eggs, public horse-drawn carriages in the countryside had to transport similar livestock and poultry every day.
As for the smell inside the car...
All I can say is that except for farmers who are used to dealing with these things, others certainly can't stand it.
Fortunately, the customers who took this kind of public carriage were basically no one else but farmers living in the countryside.
So no one in the carriage complained. Instead, everyone was happily chatting with each other, discussing how much they could sell these things for when they were shipped to the city.
Sancho, Imon and Aberdare covered their noses as soon as they got on the bus.
Only Jaheira, a druid, and Minsk, who had a severe brain injury and was a little stupid, remained unmoved.
And so, accompanied by a cartload of farmers, animals, and the smell of their feces, the great son of Bhaal set foot on the land of southern Amn.
(End of this chapter)
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