The surrounding high platforms were filled with cheers, roars and shouts from tens of thousands of spectators...

There are also various complex terrains and obstacles designed specifically for combat in the Grand Arena...

All of this made Aberdare, who was extremely eager to kill, feel his blood boiling, as if he was in a dream world.

He didn't even know how he walked the distance from the passage to the center of the arena. He just felt that his brain was almost blank, and the most primitive and instinctive violent factor in his subconscious was rapidly awakening.

It was not until he was less than five or six meters away from his opponent that the Son of Bhaal slowly stopped and began to look at the previous champion not far away with the eyes of a warrior.

Likewise, the war trolls were watching this famous Sword Coast hero, the Son of God, with great caution.

As a subspecies transformed by magic and alchemy, he is not like his stupid and ignorant counterparts who are only controlled by strong hunger and feeding instincts.

Just the opposite!

This guy has an intelligence level far beyond that of ordinary people, and has even learned to read and write at least three languages.

Not only can she bow, salute and eat as gracefully as a noble who has been trained in etiquette, but she also knows many special skills to please wealthy and powerful women or men in bed.

After all, gladiators are essentially sports stars, not slaves who undergo cruel training and inhuman torture every day and have to fight for their lives as many people imagine.

If this is the case, the players who step into the arena will inevitably become passive and lazy, and the battle will definitely not be very good.

Only when they can get enough benefits and feel that they are fighting for themselves, will they give up everything to fight with their opponents until they fall in a pool of blood and take their last breath.

Therefore, for any gladiator who is slightly famous, his agent will ask professionals to package him in all aspects, teach him how to interact with customers and fans who can bring huge profits, how to satisfy the imagination of those hungry ladies or men about strong and brutal gladiators, and maybe even play some role-playing games occasionally.

In short, the war troll is very satisfied with his current identity, status and popularity, so he doesn't want to lose everything he has worked so hard to obtain.

The only thing he can do to keep it all is to keep winning, keep the title of regional champion, and then participate in the annual battle for the highest honor.

In order to achieve this, and also to win more support and love from the audience, the war troll modified and magically transformed his originally ugly appearance.

Nowadays, except for the green skin, his appearance is very close to that of a human in terms of facial features and body shape. His height has also dropped from 2.7 meters to about 2.4 meters, but the length of his arms has not decreased.

This means that he has a longer arm span and attack range than other fighters.

Especially the serrated sword in the hand, if it is accidentally scratched or rubbed, it will immediately cause a very terrible wound.

After the two sides stared at each other for about ten seconds, the war troll spoke first in the common language: "Human, you will die. If I were you, I would choose to surrender now."

"Death? Many people have said this word to me, but the point is that I am still alive and well. Guess where are all those people who said this word now?"

Aberdare's mouth widened into an excited and bloodthirsty smile.

Judging from his eager state, he has obviously lost control of the blood of Baal, the god of murder, in his body.

"I hope your mouth can stay this hard forever."

Seeing that he could not convince the other party to give up, the war troll decisively retreated a short distance and prepared to attack.

Aberdare was even more straightforward and rushed forward without even saying a word.

Like all warriors who like to use two-handed weapons, his specialty is the classic powerful jump chop, which forces the opponent to defend and ensures that he has the initiative in the battle.

But unfortunately, this reckless man apparently forgot that his opponent this time was not an ordinary human or other humanoid races, but a war troll with almost unlimited regenerative ability.

The latter did not choose to parry, block or dodge, but instead turned his head to the side and tried to use his shoulder to block the attack, while at the same time he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand and made an upward motion.

not good!

Aberdare, who was in mid-air, instantly realized that he had been careless and immediately performed a standard downward defense.

The next second...

Ding! The two two-handed giant swords collided with each other, emitting dazzling golden sparks.

Since the strength attributes of both sides in the battle were almost the same, Aberdare, who jumped up, took a small advantage and forced the dangerous serrated sword to the ground.

But just as he landed and had not yet stood firmly, the war troll suddenly pulled back, causing him to lose balance and take several steps back.

The war troll seized this opportunity and instead of swinging his heavy two-handed sword, he dragged himself forward and swung his other sandbag-sized fist, hitting the Son of Bhaal hard in the face.

Bang! With the violent impact on his nose and mouth, Aberdale suddenly felt that the flow of time in the whole world slowed down. His body could no longer stand and began to move backwards uncontrollably, flying into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Especially the broken nose, which kept flowing out a mixture of blood and mucus like a faucet.

Needless to say, this hero of the Sword Coast, descendant of Baal, the god of murder, was stunned by a single punch.

After all, most of the battles he had participated in before were encounters and small-group battles involving cooperation between teammates. He had no idea that a one-on-one battle in a fair environment was actually very different from an adventure.

But war trolls are different.

He has been living in this environment since he was created.

He started out as a slave gladiator in Dragonspear Castle, but later gained freeman status with the establishment of the West Coast Empire. He traveled south to Athkatla with his agent to continue his old business.

Therefore, this war troll has mastered many fighting techniques against humanoid creatures.

That's why he can become the champion of this big arena.

You should know that although the arena also hosts many fights between gladiators and monsters, the most finale and the most popular are always the fights between top gladiators.

In this regard, Aberdare clearly suffered a great loss.

But he was lucky. In order to please the audience and make the game more exciting instead of ending it suddenly within a few seconds, the War Troll did not choose to rush forward to finish off the enemy. Instead, he raised his hands high and let out a deafening roar, showing his strength and fearlessness in this way.

In the distant stands, Mrs. Leswen, who was about 40 years old and wearing a bright red low-cut dress, witnessed her lover's brave posture of killing all the people. Her originally fair face suddenly flushed. Under the strong external stimulation, she clamped her legs together and kept blowing kisses.

Several ladies sitting next to her smiled knowingly and began to discuss in private whether they should spend some money to invite the champion to the VIP room for a "melee" after today's game.

By the way, let’s try whether the champion can still be as brave as before in another “battlefield”.

There is no doubt that as the West Coast Empire under Zuo Si's rule is rising and taking off at an incredible speed, various commodities, materials and entertainment activities are unprecedentedly abundant, and the desires of the wealthy upper class living in the capital, Askatla, are also expanding rapidly.

In the past, they actively restrained this desire in order to maintain their own rule.

But as political participation and privileges are stripped away bit by bit, the rich will inevitably turn their attention to other areas, such as pleasure.

Especially in order to avoid being put on the blacklist and prevent the family from being forcibly split up, many people are trying every means to spend money and control their profits and asset size.

This has led to the rapid spread of the trend of luxury, enjoyment and pursuit of excitement.

Games like the ones being played by noble ladies and gladiators are just the tip of the iceberg.

The various private clubs scattered throughout the city's streets, the myriad of service industries that can satisfy all kinds of XPs, as well as the booming sales of sex toy stores and drugs that increase body sensitivity, all foreshadow the corrupt private lives of the rich.

Of course, all of this was secretly encouraged and deliberately created by Zuo Si, the emperor of the empire.

一方面是为了让这些人在欲望的海洋中沉沦，不断变得更加腐化堕落，最终成为巴托地狱品质评级中达到“优秀”的罪恶灵魂；

另外一方面则是为了促进消费和就业，让货币与社会财富流通起来，防止财富不断向少数人手里集中。

不管是购买服务发泄欲望也好，还是花天价购买古董、艺术品、奢侈品也罢，总之必须要让有钱人能够把手里的钱花出去，并且感到物有所值。

然后再通过对这些行业征收重税来实现财富社会层面的二次分配。

在这方面，左思可以说是相当的有心得。

由他发起并迅速覆盖整个帝国范围内的角斗比赛产业链，自然也是割有钱人韭菜的利器。

尤其是习惯了日常生活中的彬彬有礼，而且经常会被丈夫冷落的上流阶层贵妇们，哪里拒绝得了这些浑身上下都散发着荷尔蒙与野性气息的壮汉。

只要品尝上一次，立刻就会像吸食麻醉品一样上瘾，并愿意为此一掷千金。

现场女性的呼喊声无疑让战争巨魔感到异常的兴奋。

就在他转过身想要表演一些比较华丽、观赏性较强的战斗技巧时，倒在地上的阿伯戴尔突然毫无征兆的爬起来，两只眼睛闪烁着骇人的红光，如同野兽般丢掉武器扑了上去。

由于速度太快、发生的也太突然，战争巨魔根本来不及做出任何反应，整个人当场被扑倒。

紧跟着他就感觉肩膀上传来一阵剧痛。

转过头一看，发现巴尔之子竟然用牙齿活生生咬掉了自己身上的一块肉，像个疯子一样吞了下去。

战争巨魔完全惊呆了！ 他甚至忍不住想要问一句，究竟他妈的你是巨魔还是我是巨魔？ 像这种撕咬对手血肉的动作，不是应该我的专利吗？

只可惜，吐槽归吐槽，战争巨魔还是迅速一脚将其蹬开，捡起剑便要砍掉其一只手或者一条腿。

可阿伯戴尔的思维和理智显然已经被谋杀之神的血脉力量支配，整个人四肢着地变得异常灵活。

当锯齿剑横扫过来的时候，立刻后退躲开了这致命的一击，同时身体表面开始浮现出大量神秘复杂的符号，以及从关节、脊椎长出的尖锐骨刺。

杀戮者！ 在场所有对巴尔有所了解的人或神都意识到了在这个年轻人身上发生了什么。

战神坦帕斯更是饶有兴致的开口问道：“这就是你正在关注的那个巴尔之子？”

左思微微点了下头：“是啊。他很特别，不是吗？”

“何止是特别。我在他身上甚至嗅到了某个老朋友的神力味道。”

财富女神渥金抿起嘴角浮现出意味深长的表情。

作为整个托瑞尔为唯一敢于对大地母神裳禔亚下黑手的邪神，巴尔的名气不可谓不响亮。

至少诸神圈子里是出了大名的。

在谎言王子希瑞克发疯之前，他几乎就是最残忍、最疯狂的神。

其教会组织除了传播动乱、杀戮和死亡之外，对社会根本起不到哪怕一丁点的正面效果，属于人见人厌、狗见狗嫌的典型。

为了防止巴尔把主意打到自己的头上，很多神明都做了针对性的防御。

尤其是财富女神渥金，一直都非常讨厌谋杀之神极其信徒对于商业秩序的破坏，可以说是老冤家了。

通过阿伯戴尔的表现，她很容易就能判断出这背后八成是死去的巴尔在暗中搞事情。

“在动荡之年陨落的死亡三神，其中暴政之神班恩已经成功复活并轻松恢复到了强大神力的水平，剩下的两个该不会也在酝酿着从星界归来吧？”

战神坦帕斯抬起头注视着左思，语气中似乎带着一丝玩味。

虽然他经常以战士和莽汉的形象出现，但能击败那么多的战神成为这个晶壁内的强大神力，自然不可能是什么傻瓜，很清楚眼前这个年轻旅法师在其中所起到的作用。

尤其是班恩教会最近宣布对于暴政和暴君的重新定义，直接把那些推崇所谓自由、民主的城邦和国家按在地上爆锤，很多开明君主制的国家也都出现了一定程度的认知混乱。

不少学者开始把暴君与暴政从贬义词划分到中性词。

一些身处混乱地区的民众甚至觉得，如果能有一个暴君结束混乱让社会重新恢复秩序也未尝不是一件好事。

尽管班恩从未公开过左思是自己选民这件事情，但两者之间密切的合作但凡不是瞎子都能看得出进来。

很多班恩教会的牧师和黑暗卫士都加入西海岸帝国军队、执法机构，成为了中央内阁用来镇压叛乱、针对怪物族群进行毁灭性屠杀的利刃。

那些崇尚正义与善良圣武士和善神牧师不愿意干的脏活，这些家伙基本都包圆了。

左思笑着回答道：“您多虑了。二代死神米尔寇暂且不提，至少我本人对谋杀之神巴尔没有任何好感，也绝对不允许其完成死而复生。”

“听到你这么说我就放心了。毕竟这个世界的神已经足够多了，没必要再让那些已经死去的失败者重新归来。”

说罢，坦帕斯站起身化作一道流光消失在原地。

他显然对于巴尔之子和战争巨魔之间的战斗一点也不感兴趣。

理由很简单。

这场战斗根本算不上公平，也没有任何荣耀可言。

因为无论后者如何努力，最终结果都只会是失败和死亡而已。

一个神，哪怕是已经死去好几年的神，也绝对不是凡人能够战胜的。

相比起战神，财富女神渥金显然根本不在乎什么公平不公平，注视着下方大竞技场正在浴血厮杀的双方，翘起嘴角用半开玩笑的语气调侃道：“看来今天晚上有很多下注上届冠军赢的人，恐怕要血本无归了。”

“没办法，这就是参与赌博的下场。没有谁可以一直赢下去。既然选择成为这种游戏的玩家，那就要做好倾家荡产的准备。”

左思端起杯子抿了一小口热气腾腾的茶水，黑色的瞳孔内没有一丝一毫的同情或者怜悯，只有不带任何感情的冰冷。

随着角斗比赛和其他一些诸如赛马、斗鸡、斗狗、斗牛等娱乐项目的兴起，西海岸帝国内已经有不少投机分子成为了专职的赌客。

他们会通过各种渠道尝试获取内部信息，然后以最低的风险获取最高的回报。

对于这些家伙，左思向来是能坑一次就坑一次，绝对不有半点手软。

“说的也是。今晚过后，我想太摩拉的信徒数量肯定会瞬间减少一大半。因为那些赔了钱的人，绝对不会再给幸运女神教会捐赠哪怕一个金币。”

在说这番话的时候，渥金语气中明显带着一丝幸灾乐祸。

毕竟随着博彩行业的兴起，幸运女神太摩拉影响力的提升几乎是不可避免的。

这方面，两位女神存在着一定的竞争关系，虽然不是恶性的。

左思则不以为意的耸了耸肩膀：“运气是这个世界上最虚无缥缈且难以掌握的力量。

正因为如此，幸运女神的信徒群体一直都非常的不稳定，虔诚更是无从谈起。

所以我认为她的力量会随着帝国的繁荣而获得一定的增强，但也就仅此而已了，根本不可能有质的飞跃。

这位女神不是我们的敌人，也同样不太可能成为盟友。”

财富女神渥金略微点了下头：“我明白你的意思。

现阶段，我们主要的目标是压制橡树之父和他那套自然平衡的理论。

确保帝国境内所有的资源都可以被充分调动起来，促进技术的进步并培养足够数量的奥术魔法使用者，为下一阶段的腾飞而奠定基础。

在完成这一计划之前，不应该再过多的树敌。

不过我很好奇，你打算怎么把代表了无尽荒野的强大神力从宝座上拉下来呢？”

“呵呵，很简单，当然是重新定义自然的概念，然后扶持一个新的自然之神上位。”

左思不假思索的给出了答案。

“你的意思是让塔洛娜……”

渥金两眼瞬间放光，脸上浮现出震惊无比的表情，似乎明白了什么。

但还没等她把话说完，左思就将一根手指轻轻放在自己的嘴唇上做出噤声的动作：“嘘！别说出来，因为这个计划可是跟巴尔之子密切相关呢。我可不希望在这场游戏中出现过于强大的对手。”

“好吧，我知道了。

最后预祝你最终能拿到自己想要的东西，同时搞定那位有着强烈嫉妒心的女神。

要知道塔洛娜对你的企图，连我这个外人都能明显感受到。

如果你不能满足她的话，以后可能会变得很麻烦。”

The goddess of wealth left a smile that filled people with infinite reverie, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that the two gods had left, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the nervous Imon and his companions at the edge of the arena, stroking his chin and muttering to himself, "So how do I end this?"

Before he finished speaking!

The two sides who were fighting evenly just now finally encountered a major change.

Since both the war trolls and Aberdar who transformed into a killer possessed powerful regenerative abilities that ordinary people could not imagine, although the battle between them became very bloody, it was not one-sided, and instead made the audience very excited.

But with the injection of some evil and filthy power into the latter's body, the balance of victory and defeat finally tipped towards one side.

Aberdair's body size kept growing, and his appearance became more and more hideous and terrifying, even more terrifying than the demons of the abyss. Suddenly, he created several white bone daggers out of thin air around his body, and then controlled them to shoot at his opponent.

Although the war troll blocked most of them with his serrated sword, the rest still pierced his body and limbs.

One of the legs, eroded by the evil power of the dagger, shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and ended up becoming a crippled person with a limp.

The dagger that pierces the body also releases a biting cold, freezing the surrounding muscles, blood vessels and internal organs.

"Damn it! Is this the difference between the Son of God and mortals?"

The war troll cursed under his breath as he limped back, clearly panicking.

After all, he was able to become the champion of this region thanks to his strong regenerative ability, which allowed him to fully recover from any injury he suffered as long as he rested for a period of time.

Countless orcs, gnolls, bugbears and giants, who also had high warrior levels, fell at his feet one after another.

But now, a divine power that surpassed the regenerative ability appeared out of nowhere, allowing this guy to taste for the first time what it felt like for those who had died under his sword.

The war troll wanted to beg for mercy to save his life, but Aberdare had obviously lost his mind at this moment and could not understand any language at all. He grabbed the shriveled leg of the other and pulled it off by brute force.

puff!!!!

The bright red blood splattered everywhere.

Although the audience in the stands had seen many similar bloody scenes, this was the first time they saw a thigh being removed with bare hands. They immediately let out deafening roars and cheers, and loudly encouraged the Son of Baal to continue, and it would be best if he could tear it into pieces with bare hands.

That desire for violence and blood did not hold back at all just because the War Troll was the previous champion. Instead, it became even more excited.

The desire for death among countless mortals undoubtedly strengthened the power of Baal, the god of murder.

In order to keep this power going and use it as nourishment for his resurrection, Baal drove his descendants forward, intending to carry out a killing full of strong religious colors in public, and then loudly announce the news that the God of Murder will eventually return.

Just as the war troll closed his eyes and prepared to face death, Zuo Si, who had been watching the show for a long time, finally took action.

He obviously would not allow Baal to spread the seeds of faith here, so he teleported directly to the center of the arena and hit him in the face with an instant, powerful and extremely effective [Bigbai Crushing Palm].

"No!!!!!!!!"

Realizing that his good deeds were interrupted, the God of Murder, who extended his will to Aberdare through the astral plane, immediately let out an angry roar.

It’s a pity that if he were alive, this roar might have made Zuo Si feel afraid.

But now he was just a dead god, and his essence and essence as a god still remained in the astral world, so he did not pose any threat at all.

"I'm sorry, there is no scene for you in my script."

After saying this, Zuo Si began to extract the divine power of Baal from the killer's body without any hesitation.

After a while, when the divine power was drained, Aberdare slowly returned to his human form.

This sudden change instantly confused the audience in the stands, but they didn't dare to make any sound, let alone make a noise.

After all, the one who did it was the emperor of the empire, the most powerful, influential and prestigious monarch in the entire continent, a dictator who openly admitted that he was a tyrant without any reservation.

The entire state apparatus revolves around this one person.

After confirming that Baal's will had completely disappeared, Zuo Si took out a portion of Baal's divine power that he had collected before and injected it into Aberdair's body.

After doing all this, he turned around and said to the frightened war troll: "You lose this game, is that okay?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

The war troll nodded hastily.

He was not blind and could see how the monster that almost tore him apart was pinned to the ground by an invisible force field and could not move.

Putting aside his identity as the monarch of the empire, this magical power alone is enough to terrify most people.

Without any hesitation!

The war troll climbed up on one leg and loudly announced his defeat, bringing to an end to tonight's gladiatorial show.

Although many people who lost money were very dissatisfied and even cursed, they did not dare to object to this fact and could only blame themselves for their bad luck.

But no matter what, the news that the Son of Bhaal transformed into a killer in the Colosseum began to spread as the game ended.

Combined with the fact that Zuo Si himself took personal action to suppress it, all kinds of rumors and speculations quickly filled the pubs and hotels in the streets and alleys, becoming a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

As all irrelevant personnel left, Aberdare and his group were the only ones left in the huge arena.

Looking at those familiar faces, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Since you're already in Athkatra, why don't you come directly to the Mage Tower to find me, but come to a place like this to participate in the gladiatorial contest? Don't you know the status of Aberdale?

He is in this state and still participating in this competition full of killing and death. He is simply playing with everyone's lives.

If I hadn't happened to be here, the Coliseum would have been a river of blood by now."

"I...we're lost. By the way, how is he now?"

Jaheira asked with a concerned look on his face.

With the death of Gorion, she has actually been putting herself in the role of "mother", wanting to protect and guide the son of Bhaal onto the right path.

Unfortunately, Aberdare obviously didn't think so. Instead, he regarded this beautiful half-elf as an object of his sexual fantasy.

"I have temporarily expelled Baal's consciousness. I don't think there will be any big problems in the short term, but it's hard to say what will happen over a long period of time." Zuo Si answered half-truthfully.

"What do you mean? Does that mean the God of Murder is going to use Aberdare's body to revive?"

The tension and anxiety were evident in Jaheira's tone.

Zuo Si nodded first, then shook his head and explained, "Yes and no.

The main reason why Aberdare was out of control was that his soul was torn apart by some evil magic, depriving him of his divinity and divine power.

To put it in a more understandable way, someone usurped his destiny.

And this incomplete soul is the key to the awakening of the consciousness of Baal, the god of murder, in his body.

By the way, it’s better to use the ability to transform into a killer less often.

Because with the loss of his divine power and divinity, he is now actually burning his own life by using this power.

If you use too much, you may die suddenly. "

"Damn it! So this is the real purpose of the evil wizard named Erinikas to capture us!"

Imoen suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but shudder.

She simply couldn't imagine what a terrifying and desperate experience it would be if the other party chose her instead of Aberdare.

Jaheira could not help but continue to ask: "How can we regain the lost divinity, power and soul?"

"It's simple! Find this wizard, defeat him completely, and take back everything that was lost."

Zuo Si gave the only solution directly.

Through the complete experimental notes brought back by Viconia, he was well aware of the methods used by Irenicus to seize these powers, as well as the huge hidden dangers involved.

From the moment that magical ritual was completed, an interesting connection emerged between the spirits of Erinikas and Aberdare.

As long as they are close enough, when one defeats the other, there will be a transfer of divine power, divinity, and even vitality and magical power between them.

"How much time do we have?"

The expression on Jaheira's face was somewhat solemn, and even his breathing became very rapid.

But this is not difficult to understand.

In her eyes, the adopted son of her old friend Gorion was almost her only living relative.

“Maybe a few months to half a year.

I just injected a small amount of Baal's power into Aberdair, which should help him hold on for a while longer.

Also, I have some news for you from the south regarding the Sons of Bhaal.

This is not the place to talk, let's go back to the Mage Tower first."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si opened a portal and motioned for everyone to go in.

In this way, the entire team, led by the strongest Minsk, carried the unconscious Aberdare and passed through the portal to the interior of the Mage Tower.

In the next hour, Zuo Si told them the news that the Sons of Baal were gathering in the mountains, and also told them some information about the "Five Descendants".

The suffocating feeling of impending storm made Imoen and Sancho, both sons of Baal, feel extremely nervous.

Although they are young, they have experienced a lot and understand that there is an invisible hand behind the scenes controlling everything.

The owner of this big hand is the God of Murder who is still lying dead in the Star Realm.

Baal is driving his descendants to kill each other, using themselves as sacrifices in exchange for his resurrection.

Jaheira also felt suffocated.

For the first time, this member of the Harper Alliance felt firsthand what it meant for a mortal to be involved in a conspiracy set by the gods.

Perhaps it won't be long before she becomes an insignificant name on a list of victims, just like Gorion, Khalid, and Danaheh.

Only Minsk and his Bubu didn't feel any pressure at all. Instead, they enjoyed the snacks and drinks from another world with gusto.

From time to time, he would raise his head, give a thumbs up, and smile foolishly.

Maybe it's just like the saying goes, mentally retarded children are more joyful.

After the conversation, the already exhausted members of the adventure team went to take a shower and found a guest room to sleep.

Only Sancho, the smartest one in the team, did not leave. Instead, he asked in an uncertain tone: "Teacher, do you know Erinikas?"

"Oh? Why do you ask?"

Zuo Si raised his head and looked at his apprentice with interest.

“Because when we were imprisoned, Imoen and I did not suffer any abuse, which is completely different from other people.

If Erinikas wanted to gain divine power and divinity, Imoen and I would not have been able to escape.

What's more, even Jaheira, Khalid, Minsc, and Dynahei could not escape the fate of becoming experimental subjects.

But we stayed in the cell all the time and had three good meals a day. This was not normal in any way.

So there is only one explanation, that is, our identities make Erinikas feel intimidated, so he dare not act rashly.

I thought about the similarities between Imoen and I and found that we both have a relatively direct and close relationship with you.

Besides, the dark elf who let us out is also suspicious. Could she be one of your subordinates?"

Sancho stated the results of his analysis in a straightforward manner.

Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately showed a gratified expression and praised: "Not bad, you have made progress.

I admit that your analysis just now is almost very close to the truth.

In fact, there was a deal and a bet between Erinikas and me.

Your arrest is part of the gamble."

"gambling?"

Sancho frowned subconsciously.

"I don't understand, didn't you say that Aberdare had the best chance of inheriting the Blood Throne among all the sons of Bhaal?

Then why bother him like this?

And Jaheira's husband and the witch who guarded Minsk both died in the process."

Zuo Si responded patiently: "Because this is the disaster they were destined to suffer.

Do you think this team would have escaped this disaster without my interference?

Believe me, Erinikas will only get worse, and even Imoen will suffer unimaginable torture.

Therefore, their deaths have no causal relationship with me.

Moreover, if Khalid had not died, how could Aberdar have had a chance to take down Jaheira? You know, this is a destined pair."

"You mean... all this is part of the future? You can see into the future!"

Sancho suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open and his face full of shock and disbelief.

“I guess so, although it’s only a tiny part.

Remember, my dear disciple, from now on the fate of all the sons of Bhaal will begin to accelerate.

A great chaos, killing and death will bind everyone, including you.

If you don't want to become food for others, you have to start learning to do everything you can.

I have found you a good teacher in this regard."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap! " With a crisp sound, a beautiful and petite figure slowly walked out from the darkness.

"You! Are you the drow priest who freed me from prison?"

Sancho stared at Viconia who was so close to him, and finally realized that from the time he was captured to the time he escaped from the Tower of Durrag, his whereabouts had always been under the teacher's surveillance.

"Hello, Master Sancho, I hope that our first meeting did not leave you with any bad impression."

Viconia had a playful smile on her face and bowed in a very elegant manner.

However, Sancho ignored him and turned to Zuo Si and said, "Teacher, are you sure you want her to be a member of the team? Jaheira has seen her!"

"Don't worry. A situation like this can be covered up with a small transformation spell. What's more, your team is currently lacking a priest. Viconia can just fill this vacancy."

Without saying a word, Zuo Si cast an advanced transformation magic, directly turning the dark elf into a moon elf, and even his facial features changed.

Not to mention Jaheira, even Sancho couldn't connect the beautiful moon elf girl with the dangerous drow priest before.

After finishing this matter, Zuo Si crossed his legs and said to the disciple in front of him: "In order to prepare you fully before facing the Five Clan with quasi-god strength, I think it is necessary to give you a small test."

"test?"

When Sancho heard this word, his heart skipped a beat.

Because during the last test, he had a life-and-death duel with an ogre magician in a secret room, and his head was nearly split open by the opponent's thing called a "staff" but actually a heavy battering ram.

Thinking about it now, I still can’t help but feel scared.

“Yes, testing.

Under an old house in the former dock area of ​​Athkatla, there lies a sealed half-lich named Kongos.

Your mission is to find his golden torso and limbs, break the seal and defeat him.

Finally, a reminder that the golden torso and limbs are also guarded by two elemental liches respectively.

so……

You actually need to kill three full liches with a spellcasting level of LV25 or above.

How about it? Isn’t it surprising and exciting?

Come on, I'm looking forward to your performance."

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder to encourage him, completely ignoring the latter's pale face and trembling lips.

Kill three legendary liches above level 25? And one of them is a terrifying half-lich? Sancho felt that his life was bleak and he might as well just commit suicide now.

(End of this chapter)