It was built three or four hundred years after the collapse of the Shane Empire, when the entire Kalinshan was at its most chaotic and disorderly, with various ambitious people, warlords, monsters, and leaders of thieves' guilds taking turns to ascend the stage of power.
It is said that the supreme ruler at that time was afraid of being assassinated and did not dare to live in the palace. Therefore, he ordered the slaves to build such a strong castle to ensure the safety of himself and his family.
Unfortunately, the builder of the castle, like all those in power during that time, eventually died from a dagger in the back, accidentally drank poisoned wine or ate spiked food, and was then replaced by a new ambitious person.
Later, as the Entangled Symbol began to secretly control everything in Port Calim, the situation gradually stabilized.
The castle gradually changed from a refuge for rulers to a prison for the most vicious criminals and political enemies.
Since these people posed too great a threat to the rule, it was impossible to get rid of them by demoting them to slavery and selling them off; that would be tantamount to letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Therefore, the impregnable Fort Larhorn, with only one narrow passage leading to the outside world, naturally became the ideal place for detention.
The jailer in charge of guarding this place doesn't even need to go in to check the situation. He just needs to open the iron bars and throw the prisoners in from the entrance, and basically doesn't have to worry about the rest.
There are many ogres, trolls, fire giants, orcs imprisoned inside, as well as some giant spiders and resurrected undead creatures that were thrown in intentionally.
Therefore, ordinary prisoners usually do not live long and soon become a source of food for the former.
Even if they managed to survive, within a few days they would be driven by intense hunger and kill other living prisoners, eating their flesh and drinking their blood.
After all, the jailers here would not provide any food or water to the prisoners, so they could only search and hunt in the maze-like underground castle.
For a long time, Fort Larhorn was the most feared place by the residents of Calimport.
There was even a rumor that in the huge maze under the castle, there was already a considerable army of demons and undead, which could rush up and start killing at any time.
But this situation came to an end with the restoration of King Sean VII.
He directly dispatched a large number of undead creatures to kill all the monsters and crazy prisoners who had been distorted beyond human form. He also ordered people to transform the huge underground part into a heavily guarded super-large prison.
When the slave liberation movement was launched, there were more than 7,000 prisoners imprisoned here at its peak. All of them were former nobles, slave owners, wealthy businessmen, leaders of the thieves guild and their loyal subordinates.
With their excellent torture skills, the interrogators easily obtained the hidden properties of these guys, and then confiscated and expropriated them all, turning them into one of the sources of funds for Sean VII's foreign wars.
Later, as the original ruling structure was destroyed and new order and laws were established, there was no longer any value in keeping these prisoners.
Shane VII directly released a legendary magic, transforming them all into undead creatures with a certain level of intelligence, including ghouls, wights, vengeful spirits, demon souls, etc.
Most of them were made into summoned creature cards for the planeswalkers, and only a very few were left to continue patrolling the dark prison.
Any prisoner thrown in here who dares to try to escape from prison will be hunted down by these omnipresent undead and eventually be brutally killed and become one of them.
Later, when the West Coast Empire was established, Zuo Si acquired ownership of this place and simply handed it over to the judicial department to detain death row and serious criminals.
Today, Fort Larchorn holds approximately 1,700 prisoners.
One thousand of them were thrown in during the reign of King Sean VII, and another seven hundred were thrown in after Zuo Si came to power.
But just a few days ago, two or three hundred people were suddenly thrown in here, of which about 70% were men and about 30% were women.
Especially the several beautiful, young and pretty female bards who exuded amazing charm all over their bodies, which immediately drove the male creatures who had been holding back for a long time and could not find a chance to vent into madness.
Suddenly, all around the former's cell, there were all kinds of dirty words, teasing, and even people simply took off their clothes and pants to do "needlework"...
Anyway, there is nothing these guys who are almost going crazy can't do, except what you can't think of.
Since the people imprisoned are basically either murderers, rapists, or devil believers who are crazy about sacrificing people, one can imagine how aggressive and psychologically dark they are.
Add to that the cold negative energy emanating from the bodies of the undead jailers who occasionally passed through the corridors, and the naked and undisguised hatred for the living in their eyes. A normal person would probably collapse completely after just a few days.
The civilians who were incited to join the riots were completely frightened by this horrific environment. They huddled in the corner, shivering and crying.
As long as there was a living person guarding by, they would immediately rush up and beg loudly, saying that they knew they were wrong and would never do it again.
Unfortunately, it's not the paladins of the Order of the Burning Heart who are in charge here, but the merciless tyrannical god of the Church of Bane, and the followers of the sadistic goddess Lovita who are in charge of interrogation, torture and torture.
Now you know you are afraid to beg for mercy?
What have you been doing so far?
If it was someone from Bane's church, they would kick the prisoner back directly.
The followers of Lovita would open the door with a smile and take them to the nearby torture chamber to torture them until they became delirious and incontinent while wailing in pain, and only then would they be satisfied and release them.
After a few days, this group of rioters who had previously clamored to cause trouble began to "repent" and even cursed the bards who instigated them.
Similarly, the bards involved in this incident had never expected that the West Coast Empire would react so quickly, and had absolutely no intention of taking legal action, so that the defense lawyers hired in advance at a high price were useless.
What's even more frightening is that they are now completely cut off from the outside world and have no idea whether their employers will rescue them as promised, let alone whether their plans to bribe officials will succeed.
Several young and beautiful female bards had obviously begun to sense what might happen next, and their faces remained extremely pale without a trace of blood.
In the midst of tension, panic and despair, these guys finally saw Arthur Mel, who personally led the team to capture them.
As a dark guard of a very high professional level, the terrifying evil aura emanating from him alone caused the temperature of the surrounding environment to drop by five degrees Celsius.
Without further ado, Asemel said to the fifty-year-old male wizard beside him, "I'll give you five minutes. After five minutes, I want to know the detailed list of their employers. Is that ok?"
"Of course, no problem. For someone like me who specializes in enchantment, it's as easy as eating and drinking water."
The old wizard grinned into a playful smile and quickly began to chant incantations to cast spells.
When the bards realized that he was going to probe the memories and thoughts of everyone present, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly, and the leader even wanted to try to cast a spell to counter.
But unfortunately, he apparently forgot that he was wearing magic-forbidden shackles on his hands.
Not long after, the old wizard finished the spell and took out a pen and paper and wrote about a dozen names on it, as well as the forces behind them.
Asemel took it and quickly glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction. "Well done, this is almost the same result as our previous interrogation. It looks like we can report to His Majesty Soth now."
"What about the favor you promised me?"
There was a gleam of anticipation in the old wizard's eyes.
"You can pick one now. Anyway, these guys have been sentenced to death. I can let you make use of them within my authority."
Arthur Mel shrugged nonchalantly.
Upon hearing these words, the prisoners in the cell were instantly in an uproar and rushed to the iron bars, shouting heart-wrenchingly.
"No! You must be lying! We were merely instigated, and we are not guilty of death. It is those bards who should be damned."
"That's right! You can't do this to me! We have to go to court, see a judge, and hire a lawyer to defend us."
"I protest! You are abusing lynching!"
…
Admiring the ugly appearance of these thugs exposed in fear, Arthurmel showed a cruel smile on his face and said meaningfully: "Sorry to disappoint you.
This is not a lynching, but a direct order from His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire.
Not only will you be publicly executed, but your parents, brothers, children, spouse and other immediate family members will also be implicated and sent to mines or quarries to do hard labor for the rest of their lives.
His Majesty the Emperor wants to use you as an example to warn everyone in the empire of the consequences of attempting to disrupt order and law through riots.
Want to replicate the riots in other city-states or even countries in the empire to force the government to make concessions? You obviously know nothing about the character and style of the Emperor.
He would rather launch a purge, killing thousands of people, letting blood flow like rivers and corpses pile up like mountains, than make the slightest compromise.
So you made a bad choice and now you have to start paying the price for your actions.”
"No!!!!!!"
A young man who had originally been full of hope suddenly sat down on the ground and screamed in pain and despair.
He simply couldn't believe that his hot-headed impulse would lead to such serious consequences.
When he thought of his younger brother and sister, and his honest parents who had worked hard for half their lives, and would from now on become slave laborers in quarries and mines, he could not help but feel strong remorse and guilt.
After all, humans are social creatures and have certain social relationships from birth. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to grow from babies to adults.
Maybe some guys don't care about their own lives, but they will still be heartbroken when their social relationships are devastated.
This is why the system of collective punishment has always been the most deterrent system in the judicial system, and it can also strengthen effective control over society.
Even in the so-called "rule of law society" of modern times, this system has not yet withdrawn from the stage of history.
It's just that the original simple and crude death penalty, exile, and slavery have turned into punishments at the political and other levels, such as being banned from joining the army, being banned from taking the civil service exam, etc.
After admiring the desperate reactions of the thugs in front of him for a while, Arthur Mel suddenly showed a satisfied expression.
In his opinion, criminal law should have a strong deterrent effect and make criminals feel extreme pain.
Otherwise, if people don't even have the most basic fear, the law will be completely meaningless and will not be able to serve the purpose of maintaining order and social stability.
Just as the powerful dark guard was about to turn around and leave, a man with a twisted, resentful expression on his face struggled to get up from the floor of the cell, grabbed the bars and asked loudly: "Where are those bards? What kind of punishment should they receive for inciting all this?"
moment!
The bard who had been hiding in the dark and silent before couldn't help but hold his breath, and his eyes revealed fear that could not be concealed at all.
After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that if the punishment for participants is so severe, let alone the instigators.
“Haha, they will have their limbs broken, their eyes and tongues dug out, all their teeth pulled out, their ear periosteum pierced, and finally they will be stripped naked and hung on the dock at Ximen for public display.
These people will not die easily.
Because death is a relief for them.
Just the opposite.
I will use my body as a cage to bind the souls of every bard inside, until they go completely crazy under the baptism of time and can no longer maintain their faith in any gods.
As a result, when they die, their souls will be hung on the Wall of Unbelievers, enduring unimaginable torture day and night.
Such was the price of challenging imperial sovereignty.
How about this answer? Are you satisfied with it?"
Arthur Mel asked back with a smile.
The man turned around and glanced at the bards who had lost their voices due to fear, then nodded with a grim smile: "Satisfied! Very satisfied! As long as these guys get what they deserve, I will accept death."
"As long as you are satisfied. Enjoy your last few days. In three to five days at most, you will be taken to the execution ground and bid farewell to this world once and for all."
After saying this, Arthurmel no longer paid attention to anyone, turned around and walked towards the entrance to the surface with the two lists.
Before they had taken a few steps, the bards whose psychological defenses had collapsed began to shout and beg frantically, and some even wanted to commit suicide out of great fear.
But unfortunately, the mages who stayed behind easily stopped these actions with charm and mind control magic.
Not only that, he also signaled the jailer with a lewd look on his face to open the cell of one of the young and beautiful female bards, and stripped her clothes off with his own hands.
Just as other prisoners nearby were breathing rapidly, looking forward to watching an R-rated action movie, the wizard took out a few black eggs from his body and stuffed them into the bard's body through magic.
After about three to five minutes, they saw the woman's lower abdomen begin to bulge rapidly, and there appeared some worm-like things.
What's even more terrifying is that when the heads of these worms push against the lower abdomen, the skin on the belly will present a human face that is distorted in extreme pain.
Even though these serious criminals were all ruthless and well-informed, they were still shocked.
Almost at the same time, the female bard broke free from the control of the charm magic due to the severe pain. She lay on the ground, rolling and screaming wildly, her whole body twitching and spasming uncontrollably.
This process lasted for more than half an hour. Finally, when she was dying, she spread her thighs and used all her strength to squeeze out two or three creatures with human faces like the worms in the lower plane from her ovaries.
The old wizard was overjoyed and immediately put it in a cage he had prepared in advance. He excitedly took it back to his wizard tower for research.
As for the female bard who had been badly beaten, she was out of danger of life after being treated by the priest Bane.
Want to die?
Sorry! Even committing suicide is impossible in this prison.
After experiencing the eerie, horrifying and disgusting scene just now, the serious criminals no longer had the same impulse when looking at the naked female bard. Instead, they felt disgust and nausea.
They had no idea if there was another worm or some other monster hiding in this woman's stomach.
…
On the other hand, the extremely efficient Arthurmel has already delivered the list to the Emperor of the Empire.
Zuo Si glanced at it and immediately said with a smile, "This list is more interesting than I thought.
Not only are there the expected Red Wizards of Thay, but there are also several noble councilors from our neighboring country of Tumis, as well as merchants from the Mulhorand Empire and several independent city-states in the north and south of the Sea of Fallen Stars.
Oh, yes, there is also Elminster and his Harper allies, and the Emerald Court, a druid organization that I have offended so much.
It seems that the rise of the empire and its powerful ability to attract money from trade have begun to make rulers in many places feel nervous and anxious.
If nothing unexpected happens, this incitement is just a test.
Next, they will do everything they can to try to undermine the Trade Alliance, prevent us from annexing the scattered towns in the North, and ultimately gain absolute control of the West Coast."
"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand. Apart from economic reasons, what is their political motivation for doing this?" Arthurmel asked with a frown.
Zuo Si explained in a slightly less playful tone, “It's simple. They are afraid of the rise of a highly unified, powerful, wealthy country that strongly supports the development of magic power on the continent of Faerun.
That means that in front of this superpower, even a traditional power like Sel cannot compete with it, and will eventually become a fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered at will.
Similarly, they are also very afraid that the power in their hands will be taken away and the wealth accumulated by their family will be plundered.
In short, as we continue to become stronger and stronger, those overt or covert opponents and enemies will inevitably choose to unite, which is not worth making a fuss about.
Because from a game theory perspective, if they don't unite they won't be able to compete with the empire.
Especially in the fields of politics, business and culture, we may face the siege of most of the Falling Star Sea.
Maybe they will also set up a similar economic organization following the example of the trade alliance.
This process is determined by objective factors and cannot be changed by personal will. "
Obviously, Zuo Si had been mentally prepared for this situation.
In other words, he was very clear that the establishment of the West Coast Empire would in turn force other city-states and countries on the continent of Faerun to unite or even merge.
This is just like in the unprecedented process of unification of the Eastern dynasties in the history of the earth, the nomadic peoples in the north were forced to constantly annex each other from small tribes and eventually established a relatively unified grassland empire.
When one of two competing civilizations begins to evolve, the other will inevitably evolve as well in order to survive.
Most importantly, this change was exactly what Zuo Si expected.
He established the West Coast Empire in order to prove a possibility to everyone, even to the gods.
If the areas around the Falling Star Sea, the most essential part of the continent of Faerun, begin to show a tendency towards unification and centralization, then doesn't this prove that this theory is correct?
This influence, which comes from changing people's cognition and beliefs, is even enough to give birth to a new and powerful divine power.
But Asemel obviously didn't know what Zuo Si was thinking. After hearing this, he hurriedly suggested: "In this case, shouldn't we immediately send out spies to cooperate with the Zhentarim to incite rebellion within each city-state and provoke fighting and war between each other?"
Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, there is no need for that yet.
Because this process cannot be achieved overnight, but requires a long period of adjustment.
Don't forget that many city-states and countries in the Falling Star Sea have historical problems.
Some of them are competitors or even enemies in trade;
Some fear that they will be infiltrated, controlled, or annexed by more powerful forces; others have suffered invasions from their neighbors and hold grudges against them.
Just to accomplish all of this takes a lot of time and energy, and requires the joint efforts of a large number of knowledgeable people.
In addition, the profit-seeking nature of merchants means that they will not cut off trade with the empire, so there is nothing to worry about.
Besides, how do you know that this is a bad thing? Competition, especially healthy competition, can often promote our own progress and development.
I have always believed that the essence of civilization is mutual learning and integration through constant competition and communication.
So you have to have faith in the Empire, have faith in me, and don’t be afraid of our rivals uniting.”
After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of iced juice. His black pupils became unusually dark and deep.
"So...you mean to not take any action for now?"
Arthurmel obviously couldn't figure out what his emperor was thinking.
"No, we must retaliate. Otherwise, how can we show our tough attitude? What I mean is that there is no need to make it so bloody when retaliating. Just teach those secondary targets a lesson. Mainly, keep an eye on the red-robed wizards of Sel and the Mulhorand Empire.
I will give you the authority to mobilize gunboats and dragon riders later.
From next month until the end of this year, I don't want to see any ships from these two countries on the Sea of Falling Stars.
At the same time, an embargo notice was issued to all city-states and countries.
Given their active provocation, the Empire decided to launch a retaliatory action.
Any ship heading to or from Thay and Mulhorand within the allotted time will be ruthlessly sunk."
Zuo Si directly resorted to the means of trade embargo.
The reason why he dared to do this was very simple, that is, he simply had overwhelming air superiority.
They don't need many, just three large airships as aerial carriers, and the dragon knights can use them as the center to control the sea within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.
The three airships were dispersed and released directly into the waters north of the Sulban Volcano east of the Falling Star Sea. Every ship that came would be sunk, leaving no one behind.
If these two countries with a large number of arcane spellcasters dare to send out the Mage Corps to fight back, the West Coast Empire will not be a pushover either.
Ovo, the great arcanist of the Netheril era, has recently been worried about not being able to find a suitable person to train his senior apprentices.
"I understand! Please rest assured that I will do this beautifully."
Arthurmel's eyes lit up instantly, and he placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
As a follower of Bane, the god of tyranny, he obviously likes this style of revenge.
Especially the forced blockade of maritime traffic and trade between the two most powerful countries in the east of the continent of Faerun. Just thinking about it made the dark guard feel extremely excited.
After obtaining the important seals and troop mobilization documents, Arthurmel went straight to the cabinet to explain the situation to the prime minister and other important officials.
About two or three hours later, three super-large military gunboats loaded with artillery, ammunition and dragon riders slowly took off from their home port of Athkatla and flew towards the east under the gazes of countless eyes that were either confused, shocked or puzzled.
Since military airships are completely different from ordinary civilian airships, the sides and bottom of the pod are densely packed with thick black gun barrels, which makes people feel creepy just by looking at them, and it immediately sparked heated discussions among many people.
After all, with the full cooperation between the West Coast Empire and the Church of Gund, the God of Craftsmen, many people are no strangers to things like muskets and cannons.
Many coastal port cities will invest in building artillery batteries to deal with the threats from various fishmen in the deep sea.
Therefore, in the eyes of most civilians, the combination of a large gunboat and dragon knights is already a terrifying military force that is enough to easily destroy several cities.
Now three ships were dispatched at once, which looked like a major war was about to break out.
As a result, all those who were related began to make frantic inquiries, wondering which fool had recklessly provoked the empire or the emperor to cause such a big fuss, as if he was going to wipe the other party off the map.
One of the few Grand Masters who knew the truth, Weatheran, was standing at the door of the headquarters of the Knights of the Burning Heart. He looked up at the three huge monsters slowly passing by in the sky, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.
Because he knew that although Zuo Si's reaction in this matter was a bit extreme, it was firmly based on the word "reason" and was not a random venting of anger.
In addition, blocking maritime traffic and trade as a retaliation is not really brutal.
"Don't look at it, man. You should know there's nothing we can do."
Sir Kaidong, who was standing nearby, patted his old friend on the shoulder and whispered to comfort him.
Since someone had taken over the Knights' branch in Luskan, he was finally able to leave that bitter cold land and return to his warm and pleasant hometown.
If someone asked this old paladin who served in Luskan what he had learned over the years, he would definitely say peace of mind.
Because there is no solution if there is no peace.
At the beginning, Kaidong was full of passion and wanted to transform the pirate city full of sin into a model of goodness, so that the people there would believe in the God of Justice, the God of Suffering, and the God of Loyalty and Courage.
But not long after arriving there, he discovered that he could not change anything and could only do the job assigned to him by Zuo Si within the bureaucratic system.
He wanted to train enough holy knights to bring justice and righteousness to the people, but in the end, most of the apprentices quickly turned to the bureaucratic system upon graduation and became lawful and neutral law enforcers to maintain his rule.
Similarly, Kaidong has expressed strong protest more than once against the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society using non-legal means to deal with corrupt officials and their relatives.
But the response I got was standard bureaucratic delay, which was delayed again and again, and they always said that everything was still under investigation and asked me to be patient.
In this way, the vengeful Sir Kedon was finally smoothed out in Luskan, and he only wanted to help everyone in need with a clear conscience.
The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that although there were many things under Zuo Si's rule that he did not like, the overall living standards of the people had been steadily improving, and most judicial decisions were relatively fair.
Weatherland stroked his gray hair and sighed, "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, we are all gray-haired and almost retired.
To be honest, I always feel that I can hardly keep up with the changes of the times recently.
Perhaps it is time to find a successor to become the Grand Master and lead the Knights of the Burning Heart forward.
Otherwise, if I saw the Emperor a few more times, I felt I might have a heart attack and die on the spot.
He was undoubtedly a formidable tyrant, but his political talents masked his cruelty.”
"Are you afraid of Soth?"
Kaidong asked as he looked up into the Grand Master's eyes.
Weatherland shook his head slightly: "It's not a matter of fear.
Because he is not a madman who kills people at will just because of a disagreement. Instead, he has sufficient reasons and motives for every killing.
What really worries me is his impact on this huge country.
Do you see those pedestrians on the road?
Now the entire Athkatra and even Amn have begun to identify themselves as citizens of the empire and are proud of it.
There are also some people who have a strong sense of superiority and feel that apart from the prosperous empire, the rest of Faerun is a barren land without civilization.
This kind of arrogance is obviously not a good thing.
If we allow this to continue, sooner or later, society will inevitably become more and more arrogant, and even make the same big mistakes that many empires in history have made. "
"Do you think Soth will follow the path of the Imaskar Empire or Netheril?"
Kaidong seemed to understand something.
“No, I think it could be worse than that.
Because whether it was the Imaskari Empire or Netheril, the rulers had never truly gained the power to fight against the gods.
But Soth is different. He possesses such power that the disaster he causes may be even more terrible.
I hope this is just me getting older and having wild thoughts.
At least the empire now feels prosperous, and everything is getting better at a visible speed."
After saying this, Weatherland couldn't help but laugh.
Just as Sir Kaidong opened his mouth to say something, he suddenly saw a boy with short hair and a wizard's robe running towards him from a distance.
Out of the kind nature of the paladin, he immediately took the initiative to ask: "Child, do you need any help?"
"Hello, sir. I have a very important piece of information that I want to report to the Knights of the Burning Heart." The boy stopped and replied breathlessly.
"Important information? How important?"
Kaidong was stunned.
Not only him, but also the Grand Commander Weatherland beside him showed an interested expression.
Because anyone who comes to the Knights of the Burning Heart to seek help usually encounters serious troubles, otherwise the problem can be solved by going directly to the guards.
The boy took a breath and quickly responded, "It's an undead creature! I found an ancient coffin in the sewer that exudes horrible negative energy. There's a very high possibility that a terrible lich lies inside."
"What? Say it again!"
When Kaidong heard the word "lich", the expression on his face immediately became extremely serious.
Having carried out similar missions countless times, he knew very well how powerful these undead spellcasters were.
Moreover, from the keywords such as ancient coffin and sewer, it can be basically judged that this lich should not be a member of the Masked Mages Guild or other spellcaster organizations in the empire.
Otherwise, the other party could have carried out their activities openly instead of hiding in dark places like sewers.
"It's a lich, sir! I found the lich in a sarcophagus in the sewers of the Temple District."
The boy repeated what he had just said at a very fast speed.
"Damn it! We must gather people immediately to solve this hidden danger. In this place where the gods are watching, such evil things must not be allowed to exist."
Grand Master Weatherland made a prompt decision and turned around to walk towards the interior of the Knights Templar. As he walked, he shouted to the servants who were in training, asking them to call all the senior members over.
Sir Kaidong comforted the boy with a few words, and then asked him in the softest voice possible about the location of the sarcophagus and details of its surroundings.
The latter answered fluently and even performed a simple illusion to simulate the scene he saw.
Seeing that the boy in front of him was actually a wizard apprentice, the old paladin immediately realized that this matter was extremely true and was definitely not the nonsense of a frightened child.
He didn't dare to be negligent at all and turned around and rushed into the meeting room to explain to others.
Because he was in such a hurry, Sir Kaidong didn't notice that as soon as he turned around and left, a hint of pride flashed in the boy's eyes, and then he quickly went into the entrance of the sewer.
"How was it, did you succeed?"
A young girl's voice came from the darkness, and two or three seconds later a girl with pink hair sneaked out. It was Imoen, the son of Baal.
As for the boy who just ran to report the situation, we know without asking that he must be Zuo Si's good disciple, Sancho, who is also the son of Bal.
After pondering for a while, this clever little guy felt that the chances of winning a head-on battle with a legendary lich were obviously not high, so he finally decided to make use of the famous paladins of the Knights of the Burning Heart of Amn.
After all, eliminating threats and undead creatures in the sewers is one of the duties of a paladin.
In addition, the paladins generally have close ties with the Church of the Good God, and can attract priests of a high enough level to play a good suppressive role when dealing with the undead.
"Hey, hey! Is there anything I can't handle?
Look! This time we'll be able to easily take down the first lich, and take part of Kongos's golden body during the chaos.
It would be even better if we could get the lich's life box.
We can use the phylactery as a threat to force him to participate in the subsequent battles."
Sancho raised the corners of his mouth and let out a very sinister laugh.
"The goal justifies the means! Good, you have made progress and lived up to my teachings."
Viconia, disguised as a moon elf, also walked out of the darkness with an expression of approval and relief on her face.
"When do we start?"
The succubus Loli shook off the green slime on the beheading giant sword and asked casually.
In the sewage behind her, there were dozens of gelatinous monster corpses lying densely packed together, obviously they had just been hacked to death.
Needless to say, this team of four was formed temporarily while Aberdare and Minsk were training in the Mage Tower with Jaheira by their side.
The initiator was Sancho, who received the task of destroying the half-lich Kongos.
In order to find out the enemy's details, the boy used the power of the Mage Tower to perform a lot of divination and detection, and soon locked on the locations of three powerful undead spellcasters.
However, he was smart and did not rush to contact Kongos. Instead, he planned to get a part of the golden body first and then see if he could do something with it.
In order to restrain the legendary lich's powerful spellcasting ability, Sancho also specially prepared several anti-magic force field scrolls copied by legendary wizards, intending to abandon the spellcasting ability and engage in hand-to-hand combat if it really didn't work.
Anyway, his team has the violent physical output of Succubus Loli, as well as the high-level priest Viconia, and even Imoen has a certain level of thief.
Therefore, as long as you can immediately cover the opponent in an anti-magic force field, there is a high probability that you can kill the master with just a random punch.
As Zuo Si's only disciple, Sancho undoubtedly learned many insidious tactics from his teacher. He knew better than any wizard of the same level how to defeat a lich whose spellcasting level was much higher than his own.
What's more, he is the son of Baal, and the divine power and divinity in his body are constantly rising with the deaths of many other sons of Baal in the south.
As long as he can continue to kill and reap the lives of those strong men, his strength will inevitably increase at a rapid rate.
(End of this chapter)
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