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.
On the one hand, it is to make these people sink in the ocean of desire, becoming more and more corrupt and depraved, and eventually becoming sinful souls that reach "excellent" in the quality rating of Baator Hell;
On the other hand, it is to promote consumption and employment, to allow the circulation of money and social wealth, and to prevent wealth from being concentrated in the hands of a few people.
Whether it is purchasing services to vent desires, or spending huge prices to buy antiques, artworks, or luxury goods, the bottom line is that rich people must be able to spend their money and feel that it is worth it.
Then, secondary distribution of wealth at the social level can be achieved by imposing heavy taxes on these industries.
In this regard, Zuo Si can be said to have considerable experience.
The gladiatorial contest industry chain initiated by him and quickly covering the entire empire was naturally a powerful tool for exploiting the wealthy.
Especially the upper-class ladies who are used to being polite in daily life and often ignored by their husbands, how can they refuse these strong men who exude hormones and wildness from head to toe.
Once you taste it, you will be addicted to it like taking narcotics, and be willing to spend a lot of money on it.
The shouts of the women at the scene undoubtedly made the war trolls feel extremely excited.
Just as he turned around and was about to perform some more gorgeous and spectacular fighting skills, Aberdare, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up without warning, his eyes flashing a terrifying red light, and he dropped his weapon and pounced on him like a wild beast.
Because the speed was too fast and it happened too suddenly, the war troll had no time to react and was knocked to the ground on the spot.
Then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw that the Son of Bhaal had actually bitten off a piece of his flesh with his teeth and swallowed it like a madman.
The war troll was completely stunned! He couldn't help but ask, are you a troll or am I a troll? Shouldn't the action of biting the opponent's flesh and blood be my patent?
Unfortunately, despite all the complaints, the war troll quickly kicked it away and picked up the sword to chop off one of its hands or legs.
But Aberdare's mind and reason had obviously been dominated by the blood power of the God of Murder, and he became extremely flexible on all fours.
When the serrated sword swept over, he immediately stepped back to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, a large number of mysterious and complex symbols began to emerge on the surface of his body, and sharp bone spurs grew from his joints and spine.
The Slayer! Every person or god present who knew anything about Baal realized what had happened to the young man.
The God of War Tempus asked with great interest, "Is this the Son of Baal you are watching?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. He is very special, isn't he?"
"More than special. I even smell the divine power of an old friend in him."
The goddess of wealth, Woking, pursed her lips and a meaningful expression appeared on her face.
As the only evil god in the whole of Toril who dares to lay a hand on the Earth Mother Goddess Changtiia, Baal is very famous.
At least he is famous among the gods.
Before Cyric the Prince of Lies went mad, he was pretty much the cruelest and craziest god there is.
Apart from spreading unrest, killing and death, this church organization has not had even the slightest positive effect on society. It is the typical example of a organization that is hated by everyone and despised by everyone.
In order to prevent Baal from targeting them, many gods made targeted defenses.
The goddess of wealth, Waukeen, in particular, has always hated the destruction of business order by the god of murder and his followers. They can be said to be old enemies.
Through Aberdare's performance, she could easily judge that it was most likely the dead Baal who was secretly behind this.
"Among the three gods of death who fell during the Year of Troubles, Bane, the god of tyranny, has been successfully resurrected and easily recovered to a powerful level of divine power. Could the remaining two also be planning to return from the astral realm?"
The God of War Tempus raised his head and looked at Zuo Si, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
Although he often appears as a warrior and a ruffian, he is not a fool as he has been able to defeat so many war gods and become the powerful divine force within this crystal wall. He is well aware of the role played by the young mage in front of him.
In particular, the Church of Bane recently announced a redefinition of tyranny and tyrants, which directly crushed those city-states and countries that advocated so-called freedom and democracy. Many enlightened monarchies also experienced a certain degree of cognitive confusion.
Many scholars have begun to classify tyrant and tyranny from derogatory terms to neutral terms.
Some people living in chaotic areas even feel that it would be a good thing if there was a tyrant to end the chaos and restore order to society.
Although Bane never made public the fact that Zuo Si was his voter, anyone with enough experience could see the close cooperation between the two.
Many priests and dark guards of the Church of Bane joined the West Coast Empire Army and law enforcement agencies, becoming the sharp blade used by the Central Cabinet to suppress rebellions and carry out devastating massacres against monster tribes.
These guys basically take on all the dirty work that the paladins and priests of good gods who advocate justice and kindness are unwilling to do.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "You worry too much. Let's not talk about the second generation death god Melkor for now. At least I personally have no good feelings towards Baal, the god of murder, and I will never allow him to complete his resurrection from the dead."
"I feel relieved to hear you say that. After all, there are already enough gods in this world. There is no need to bring back those losers who have already died."
After saying that, Tempus stood up and turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot.
He was clearly not interested in the battle between the Sons of Bhaal and the war trolls.
The reason is simple.
There was nothing fair about this fight, and there was no honor in it.
Because no matter how hard the latter tries, the final result will only be failure and death.
A god, even one who has been dead for several years, cannot be defeated by mortals.
Compared to the God of War, the Goddess of Wealth, Waukeen, obviously didn't care about fairness or unfairness at all. She looked at the two sides fighting bloody battles in the arena below, raised her lips and said half-jokingly, "It seems that many people who bet on the last champion tonight may lose everything."
"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the result of gambling. No one can win all the time. If you choose to be a player in this game, you must be prepared to lose everything."
Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the steaming tea. There was not a trace of sympathy or pity in his black pupils, only coldness without any emotion.
With the rise of gladiatorial contests and other entertainment activities such as horse racing, cockfighting, dog fighting, and bullfighting, many speculators in the West Coast Empire have become professional gamblers.
They will try to obtain inside information through various channels and then obtain the highest return with the lowest risk.
As for these guys, Zuo Si always tries to cheat them whenever he can, without showing any mercy.
"That's true. After tonight, I think the number of Taimora's followers will instantly drop by more than half. Because those who lost money will definitely not donate even a single gold coin to the Church of the Goddess of Luck."
When saying this, there was a hint of gloating in Woking's tone.
After all, with the rise of the gaming industry, the increase in the influence of the goddess of luck, Tymora, is almost inevitable.
In this regard, there is a certain competitive relationship between the two goddesses, although it is not vicious.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "Luck is the most illusory and difficult to control force in this world.
Because of this, the group of believers of the Goddess of Luck has always been very unstable, and there is no question of their piety.
So I think her power will be enhanced to a certain extent as the empire prospers, but that's all. There is no possibility of a qualitative leap.
This goddess is not our enemy, but she is equally unlikely to be an ally."
The goddess of wealth, Waukeen, nodded slightly: "I understand what you mean.
At this stage, our main goal is to suppress the Oakfather and his theory of natural balance.
Ensure that all resources within the empire can be fully mobilized to promote technological advancement and cultivate a sufficient number of arcane magic users, laying the foundation for the next stage of take-off.
Before completing this plan, you should not make too many enemies.
But I am curious, how do you plan to pull down the powerful divine power that represents the endless wilderness from the throne? "
"Haha, it's very simple. Of course, we need to redefine the concept of nature and then support a new god of nature to take the throne."
Zuo Si gave the answer without hesitation.
"You mean to let Talona..."
Wojin's eyes lit up instantly, and an expression of extreme shock appeared on his face, as if he understood something.
But before she could finish her words, Zuo Si gently placed a finger on his lips to silence her: "Shh! Don't say it, because this plan is closely related to the Son of Baal. I don't want an opponent who is too powerful to appear in this game."
“Okay, I understand.
Finally, I wish you can finally get what you want and deal with that jealous goddess.
You have to know that even an outsider like me can clearly feel Talona's intentions towards you.
If you fail to satisfy her, it may become troublesome later.”
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 have 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 sighed 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 moved 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)
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