If his goal is to draw energy from the elven tree of life in the Wildas Forest, why don't we go directly to the city of Sodanisla to warn the elven kingdom there, and then set a trap and wait for him to come to us on his own?
Didn't you always teach me to never get caught up in the enemy's rhythm?
Instead, should we do the opposite and seize the initiative into our own hands?
What's more, I don't think it's a wise choice to deal with those dark elves.
If even half of what Viconia says is true, these guys are insane, twisted, and sick."
Sancho spoke out all the doubts and confusion in his heart.
Through Zuo Si's words and deeds, he obviously has a way of thinking that is different from the traditional mages of the continent of Faerun, and he has a deep understanding of how important the word "survive" is to a successful mage.
After all, the most important thing is to reduce various risks as much as possible and ensure that you can survive.
Most importantly, the boy hates being led by the nose.
That would involuntarily remind him of the precarious days when he was on the run.
Zuo Si was of course very pleased that his only disciple could comprehend these things at such a young age, and he explained with a smile: "Because this is a kind of training for you, a way to gain strength the fastest.
Remember, you, Aberdare, and Imon are all descendants of Bhaal, the god of murder.
Any form of killing will stimulate the divinity and divine power within you and make you stronger and stronger.
This is true for you, and for any other son of Bhaal who perceives this.
So this is a competition of speed and also the most brutal elimination round.
Whether you like it or not, if you don't want to become a sacrifice for other brothers and sisters to ascend to the Blood Throne, you must join the game and make sure you are the final winner.
Besides, do you think that if you don't go to the Underdark to destroy the alliance between Erinikas and the Dark Elves, you and those rotten forest elves alone can withstand the joint attack of the two?
Believe me, the summoned creatures and various monster armies that Erinikas prepared for the raid on Sodannisla are enough to give you a hard time.
Coupled with the organized dark elf army, the final result is bound to be a disastrous defeat.
Besides, how do you know that going to the Underdark is to fall into his rhythm, not my rhythm?"
As these words came out of his mouth, the doubt in Sancho's eyes finally disappeared, and was replaced by awe for this cheap teacher in front of him.
Because he had already understood that this adventure, which seemed to be led by the enemy, was actually a script arranged by Zuo Si.
Erinikas is the final villain set in the script, and his team is the protagonist of the story. It seems dangerous, but in fact, as long as they follow the script, they will most likely defeat the opponent.
After all, it was 100% confirmed that Aberdare was under the control of the late Baal, the god of murder.
Just as Sancho opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Imon couldn't help but interrupted, "But didn't you say that before?
Will this killing itself stimulate our evil father and eventually influence, control, or even bring him back to life?
In that case, shouldn't killing be avoided as much as possible?
This way he can no longer control us, let alone be resurrected."
Zuo Si laughed at the girl's slightly naive remarks, and reached out to ruffle her pink-dyed hair.
"Haha, I admit that what you said makes some sense, and it is also feasible to a certain extent.
But the problem is that this will only take effect if all the Sons of Baal comply with it.
As long as one Son of Bhaal cannot control his impulses, ambitions, and desires, the only thing the other Sons of Bhaal can do is to join in to ensure that they are not eliminated.
This involves a complex chain of human hearts and suspicions.
Since no one knows what the other person is thinking, everyone must do their best to become stronger even if it is just to survive.
Otherwise, you may end up being the victim of others' attacks.
You can ask Sancho about this, he knows it well.
Also, what do you think is the essence of gods? As the god of murder, how can Baal be resurrected by using the killing, chaos and destruction caused by his offspring? "
"Because the acts of killing and death themselves are in line with his teachings? They can make mortals feel awe and fear of him, thereby increasing his influence in the material world?" Imoen responded in an uncertain tone.
“Yes and no.
I have told you before that God is a pure spiritual being that exists in the form of certain beliefs and philosophical concepts.
This means that they are immortal to some extent, even those gods who were pulled into the astral plane and became corpses are no exception.
As long as mortals can remember their names, believe in and practice the ideas they spread, the dead gods may be resurrected.
In other words, the act of killing itself does not increase Baal's power, only those killings that conform to Baal's unique understanding will increase his power.
The easiest way for the Sons of Bhaal to escape his influence is to redefine the relationship between killing and death at a philosophical level.
That's why I gave you so many philosophy books to read.
Once you have formed a new philosophical understanding, you two can get rid of Baal from the root and embark on a path that belongs to you completely. "
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly gave the Son of God the only way out.
Because the innate divinity and divine power in their souls are difficult to be completely stripped away.
In this way, only by redefining the relevant priesthood philosophically and taking a completely opposite path can we have a chance to completely break free from the influence and control of our divine parents.
And if you continue along this path, there is a high probability that you will accumulate believers little by little and be promoted from the Son of God to a quasi-god or even a demigod.
"I see!"
Imoen nodded, not quite understanding, and then seemed to remember something, and immediately asked, "What about Aberdare? Why didn't you let him read philosophy books as well?"
When the adopted son of Ge Li'an was mentioned, Zuo Si's mouth twitched uncontrollably and he asked, "Are you sure he can read it or understand it?
I think for Aberdare, reading anything with words on it is a pain and torture.
To be honest, every time I see what he does, I can't believe that this is a person who grew up in Candlekeep and was raised by the priests of Oghma, the god of knowledge.
Compared with words, knowledge and philosophy, he obviously prefers to follow the most primitive instinctive impulses of living things, and his every move is full of wildness.
When I informed him that the team was heading to the Underdark, do you know what the first book this guy checked out of the library was?"
"What book?"
Imoen blinked curiously.
Because the mere fact of Aberdare going to the library was scary enough.
During the time when he lived in Candlekeep as a child, he never went to the library once. He even slept on the table during class. He would only become energetic during combat training.
Of course, later on, as he grew older and entered puberty, his hobby changed from combat training to peeping at his female visitors bathing.
"The Dark Desires of the Drow and How to Please a Noble Woman.
This was the book Aberdare had borrowed from the library.
By the way, this book contains a lot of illustrations of naked dark elf women, as well as some illustrations that will make your blood boil and your heart beat faster.
Obviously, he has already begun planning to do something in the city of Uster-Nasa.
So I suggest you keep a close eye on him to prevent him from getting into trouble again."
After saying this, an undisguised look of gloating appeared on Zuo Si's face.
After all, in the real history of Faerun, Aberdair, the protagonist of the story of the Son of Bhaal, is not the "Chanem" played by the players in the game who kills anyone and everything that stands in his way.
Just the opposite!
This guy can be called the "teammate nemesis", "team-destroying engine" and "mobile pile driver".
Every time he makes an important decision, he will definitely sacrifice several teammates around him.
In the end, except for Jaheira, Minsk, Kron and other lucky ones, the rest including Imoen were almost all killed.
Moreover, he had sex with many people during the adventure, including the vampire queen Badi and Fili, the eldest daughter of the first family in Uster Nasa.
It can even be said that Aberdare thinks with his lower body far more often than he thinks with the head above his neck. This is a typical case of the "small head" controlling the "big head".
You can imagine how terrible it is to go on an adventure with this guy.
Sometimes Zuo Si thought that the reason why Baal chose him as the most important chess piece for his resurrection was because he saw his simple-minded and strong-limbed nature, and that he was much easier to control than other sons of Baal.
In comparison, whether it is Sarevok, Erinikas, or the Five Descendants, they are obviously too shrewd and cunning.
Among them, the monk, Balthazar, was even more crazy, and he sealed Baal's power and divinity in his own body, looking for opportunities to kill all his brothers and sisters, and then permanently destroyed the God of Murder through suicide.
"Damn it!" X2 realized what Aberdare was going to do and Imoen and Sancho couldn't help cursing in unison and quickly turned around and left the workshop.
Since they had spent enough time with Aberdare to know what outrageous things this guy was capable of, they planned to talk to Jaheira before leaving.
This half-elf druid is the only one in the entire team who has the ability to control Aberdare.
Two hours passed in a flash.
After the team had assembled, Zuo Si used transformation magic to transform everyone into dark elves, and then teleported them all to a tunnel in the Underdark not far from the city of Uster-Nasa.
Since there was a projection there, he was not worried about the safety of these guys, but instead turned his attention to the easternmost part of the continent of Faerun, the Luoyan Desert formed after the destruction of the Imaskar Empire.
According to the information collected from various sources, the ancient evil creature Pandrem, the "God Slayer" that was summoned by the artificers and imprisoned in the crystal prison, should be hidden somewhere deep in the yellow sand.
But Zuo Si was not in a hurry to start the exploration himself. Instead, he disguised himself as a person who was interested in the ruins and magical knowledge of the ancient Imaskar Empire. He hired several teams of adventurers in a city near the edge of the desert and sent them to the depths of the desert to explore suspicious places.
After all, he has already received the attention of the gods and many forces, and he can no longer just roll up his sleeves to do whatever he wants like before.
It would be easy for others to detect your intentions and then take corresponding disruptive and sabotage actions.
Especially the Mulhorand gods who once destroyed the Imaskar Empire would never allow anyone to get close to the ancient evil creatures that could pose a huge threat to them.
Even the magic of prophecy was blocked, and no useful information could be obtained.
At this time, the ubiquitous and profit-seeking adventurers become the best targets for exploitation.
By providing some tampered magic items as a reward in advance, Zuo Si could easily observe every desert these adventurers passed through.
As long as one of the teams discovered relics or related clues, he would notice it immediately.
Obviously, it is not an easy task to find the Purple Emperor's Palace in the capital of the Imaskar Empire.
But fortunately, Zuo Si had enough patience.
Just as he was hiding in the dark and keeping an eye on the adventurers he hired while fulfilling his duties as the Emperor of the West Coast Empire, a strong throbbing suddenly surged into the depths of his soul.
It was a call, prayer and sacrifice that transcended dimensions.
Since becoming the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, Zuo Si could often hear such voices.
However, since he himself is not as enthusiastic as other lords of the hell layer about establishing churches and spreading faith, most of the time he is too lazy to even respond, let alone grant him power.
Since no benefit can be gained from it, more realistic devil worshipers will quickly abandon him and pray to other great devils whose names are known.
Even those who are perseverant and don't get any response after persisting for several weeks will turn away in disappointment.
As the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth floor became more and more famous in the universe, Zuo Si's name had spread to countless material planes.
It is normal for mortals to want to gain knowledge and power through prayer, summoning, and sacrifice.
But the problem is that the person who is presiding over the summoning of the sacrifice this time is obviously not an ordinary person. He is trying to forcibly pull him into an unknown material world through some powerful force, and is also suspected of using a divine artifact.
If no response is given, this state of restlessness and disturbance will continue until the magical ritual ends.
In desperation, he could only create a projection and allow the other party to drag him away from Toril, crossing the vast distance in space and moving closer to another world little by little.
He wanted to see who were those crazy, impatient fellows who were trying to summon him, and what they wanted to get from him.
…
At the same time, in another main material world not far from the crystal wall where Toril was, a group of female dark elves were surrounding a huge stone pillar, chanting awkward spells loudly.
On top of the stone pillar in front of them, there was a mysterious crystal emitting red blood light.
It is with this thing that enough power is gathered to summon terrifying lower-dimensional creatures like the Demon Lord.
The leading drow priestess had a solemn expression at the moment. Although she had not yet participated in the ceremony in person, she could already feel the deep evil aura emanating from the center of the magic circle.
Judging from the spider pattern on her chest, she is a high-ranking priestess of the spider goddess Rose, and can even be called the chosen one.
Like other gods in the elven pantheon, the faith in Lolth is not limited to Toril, but is spread throughout the universe as the main god of all dark elves.
"Mother Eklavdra, this summoning ritual has been going on for four hours, but there has been no movement so far. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake with the name or other details?"
Another high-ranking drow priestess came over and questioned with a serious expression.
You should know that under normal circumstances, even summoning a demon lord will only take a dozen minutes to half an hour at most.
Most importantly, performing this summoning is quite physically and mentally demanding on the participants.
Right now, many priestesses are almost unable to hold on.
"Are you questioning the will of the Goddess?"
The high priestess known as Mother Eklavdra turned around and stared at the other party with her glowing red eyes.
The latter shook his head vigorously and said, "No, how dare I question the great and wise goddess? This is just too strange. Do we have to continue the ceremony without getting a response?"
"Don't worry! He will show up soon. I can feel the strong evil smell in the air."
There was a hint of impatience in Madam Eklavdra's tone.
Because she is very nervous and anxious now.
After all, although this place is far away from the free city - Gray Eagle, a summoning ceremony with such a big commotion like the one in front of us can easily attract the attention of "Eight Leaves".
Once Mordenkainen or other powerful wizards come to check the situation, all the hard-earned preparations will be wasted.
Yes, this material world is the hometown of Mordenkainen, and it is the place where the most important turning point in the war that the devil launched that swept across the entire universe took place.
Its name is Gray Eagle, also known as Os.
The former is named after the most important city "Grey Eagle", while the latter is the name of the entire planet.
Unlike Toril, which is protected by the Supreme God Io, this prime material plane does not have the so-called Creator or Supreme God, and the fighting and killing between the gods are extremely unscrupulous.
Rose also noticed this point, so after repeated consideration, she decided to choose this place as the transaction location.
In order to keep the secret and prevent any news from leaking out, she chose not to inform Zuo Si, but deliberately deceived her believers and asked the priests to gather their strength to directly summon Zuo Si's projection.
The advantage of doing this is that even if it is discovered, the mages of Baye and the gods of this world will only regard it as an act of summoning creatures from the lower planes and will not attract too much attention.
After all, the God of Death Naraku is the one that the Gray Eagle gods fear the most right now, and the only one who can fight against him is probably the Sun God Pero.
But as Murphy's Law says, the more a person fears or worries about something, the more likely it is to happen.
When the dark elf priestesses were exhausted from the long summoning ceremony and their movements began to become deformed, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from outside the cave.
Madam Eklavdra's face suddenly changed drastically, and she shouted at the male warrior at the door: "What's going on? What happened?"
Before the male warrior could even open his mouth to speak, a fireball flew straight towards him from a distance, instantly releasing a dazzling flame and explosion.
boom!!!!!!
Although the dark elves' skin has strong resistance to magic, the sudden fire caused severe damage to their unique eyes that evolved to adapt to the dark environment.
Many people were temporarily blinded by the bright firelight, and the two unlucky guys closest to them covered their faces and screamed in pain.
It turns out that the most effective spell against creatures that are accustomed to moving in the dark is always a sudden burst of bright light.
As for the few unlucky guys who were caught in the fireball explosion, a strong aroma of barbecue was now emanating from their bodies.
The worst thing was that after the fireball exploded, fully armed soldiers rushed in first.
Following behind them was the Eight Leaves, a mage organization from the free city of Gray Eagle.
Although under the leadership of Mordenkainen, the "Eight Leaves" have always maintained strict neutrality, balancing the forces of good and evil across the entire continent.
However, they will never show mercy to dangerous creatures summoned from the lower planes within their sphere of influence.
Especially after the incident of Lady Fungus Zugmoi being imprisoned in the Temple of Evil Elements, several archmages became even more vigilant.
"Damn it! We were interrupted at the most critical moment! We failed! Run! Don't get caught!"
After regaining her sight, Mistress Eklavdra decisively gave the order to retreat.
She was obviously well aware that after such a long period of consumption, her men no longer had much combat effectiveness.
Instead of rushing forward and causing more casualties, it is better to hide first and plan to make a comeback.
"Oh no! These drow are trying to escape! Stop them!"
An old wizard with a white beard noticed this and shouted the alarm at the top of his voice.
Then, the chanting of the spell echoed in the middle of the cave.
Immediately afterwards, colorful arcane lights began to flicker in the darkness, and a few seconds later, a large number of spells shot out from the mages' fingertips.
The warriors at the front also charged forward under the cover of magic.
The two sides engaged in a battle of chase and escape in the complex underground tunnels.
Because both sides were too focused, no one noticed the blood-red crystal placed on top of the stone pillar in the center of the magic circle. The surface was covered with dense spider-web-like cracks.
Finally, it shattered with a snap.
moment!
The magic circle that had originally dimmed burst into a dazzling pillar of fire that shot up into the sky, with silver electric light entwined in the middle of the fire.
A dark figure could be vaguely seen between the pillars of fire and lightning.
After a long drag, Zuo Si's projection finally landed successfully on this land he had never set foot on.
At this moment, the mages from Baye obviously no longer had time to chase the dark elves, but instead focused all their attention on the summoning circle.
Because the suffocating feeling of oppression and the power that emanates unintentionally are enough to make any wizard with sufficient knowledge of planes feel numb.
Although they don't know what the dark elves have summoned yet, it is certain that it is no less powerful than any known demon lord, and may even be more powerful.
nervous!
fear!
despair!
Those soldiers couldn't even hold their weapons steadily. They had only one thought in their minds, which was to turn around and run away immediately.
This was obviously far beyond their ability to handle, and they needed to go back and ask the great wizards to come and deal with it.
Unfortunately, my body was completely out of control, my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and I couldn't move even an inch.
When the pillars of fire and the dazzling lightning disappeared, everyone saw a young man with short black hair and a harmless smile on his face.
But after witnessing the horrifying scene just now, no one would regard it as an ordinary person. Instead, they thought it was an extremely dangerous, cunning and terrifying creature from another dimension.
"Um... may I ask where this place is? I mean the name of the plane or the planet?"
Zuo Si asked the mages and warriors in front of him very politely.
Since his Great Devil form has a permanent [Tongue] effect, no matter what he says, it should sound like his native language that the other party can understand best.
But no one responded for two or three minutes, and even the air was filled with an atmosphere called "awkwardness".
From those pairs of eyes, Zuo Si read the most primitive emotion of mortals - fear.
These unknown mages and warriors were afraid of him and stood far away outside the summoning circle.
Without asking, we know that the other party feels that the protective and binding parts of the summoning array can protect himself from harm.
After realizing this, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh slightly, opened his arms and put on a harmless look and said to himself: "Please, do you think I look threatening?
I just want to figure out who summoned me and what they want to do with me.
And you don't really think that such a simple magic circle can trap me, do you?
From a professional perspective, I can find at least a dozen errors in it.
Also, don't forget that the basis for all magic arrays to work is the magical energy that exists in the surrounding environment.
If these energies are isolated or even drained away, the magic circle will naturally be as worthless as a child's graffiti."
To prove that he was not bluffing.
Zuo Si quickly found a loophole in the summoning array, and then turned three of the runes upside down in front of these people.
The next second...
He stepped across the magic circle and took a big step forward.
This action instantly triggered a stress response from the mages present.
In the blink of an eye, magic missiles and other offensive spells whizzed in like raindrops.
In response to this, Zuo Si had no reaction at all.
Because most of these arcane magics are of the third ring or below, it is a great achievement to have one or two fourth rings in between.
Spells of the fifth ring or below could not cause even the slightest damage to his projection.
Finally, after a lot of busy work, the mages finally realized this, immediately stopped attacking, put on protection against evil, and began to slowly retreat.
They had obviously received rigorous training, as no one spoke a word from beginning to end.
After all, when dealing with lower-dimensional creatures that are more powerful than yourself, it is best to maintain zero communication and not let the other party know even the slightest information or secrets about yourself.
Zuo Si did not pursue him, but watched with interest as the other party left the cave, and repeatedly added several layers of seals at the entrance.
He waited until these people had completely gone far away before he destroyed the entire summoning formation and walked out calmly.
Through the silent casting of mind and memory reading spells just now, he has learned that the world he is in now is Grey Eagle, and these mages are members of the "Eight Leaves".
For the sake of Mordenkainen, he did not attack the mages who offended him, but chose to let them go.
However, what Zuo Si couldn't understand was why the priestesses of the Spider Goddess Rose would take such a big risk to pull one of their projections directly from Toril.
After all, it took too long to squeeze into this world, so by the time they arrived, the drow had already disappeared.
After standing there hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to go out and take a look, feel the unique scenery of this world, and visit Mordenkainen by the way.
Obviously, a seal set by an ordinary "Eight Leaves" wizard with his spellcasting level could not possibly seal Zuo Si, even if he was just a projection.
He effortlessly dismantled the opponent's defense, which they thought was indestructible.
When he walked out of the cave and felt the breeze blowing towards him, he couldn't help but sigh: "The concentration of magic energy here seems to be slightly lower than that of Toril.
Especially without the magic network, it is extremely difficult to learn and use magic.
However, not having the convenience provided by the magic network is not a bad thing.
Because it is easier to access and understand the nature of magic in this world.
No wonder there are so many talented and crazy mages.
Like Mordenkain, Vecna, Zaji Iraghen, and Zaji Iraghen's student who raped Six Fingers, the famous Witch Queen - Gvirv.
Among them, Vecna and Zagi Ilaghen should now be genuine gods.
Gvirf and Six Fingers' child, Iuz, is also a demon demigod and has established his own empire.
I have to say, a world without gods above gods ruling and restricting others is truly a paradise for the strong.
As long as you have enough power, you can do whatever you want.
If you find a god you don't like, you can just find a way to kill him without considering the consequences or balance."
Zuo Si didn't know much about the Grey Eagle world. He only had the names of a few important gods in his mind, and he couldn't even piece together a complete map.
The only thing he knew was that the continent he was standing on was called "Orik".
In the vast land called "Flananis Region" in the east of the continent, there are a series of chaotic countries and forces, including the empire established by the demon demigod Iuz and the free city of Greyhawk.
So he now needs to find a town first, ask the local residents about the situation, and then confirm whether the next step is to directly retrieve the projection or go to have tea with Mordenkainen.
In the eyes of people who don't know magic, walking out of the endless forests and wastelands is undoubtedly a very challenging task.
Because it is impossible to tell which direction there is a town, if you don't see anyone for several days in a row and are unlucky enough to find no water source, there is a high probability that you will become dehydrated and die of thirst.
But Zuo Si only cast a divination spell to confirm the direction of the nearest town, and then passed through a dense forest and bushes and came to a country road with obvious wheel tracks.
The deep ruts on the ground were enough to prove that carriages and caravans loaded with goods often passed by this road, so there should be a city with prosperous trade ahead, rather than an ordinary small village.
Just as he was walking slowly along the roadside, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind.
Soon after, several vehicles loaded with wine barrels, bacon, ham, wheat flour and large quantities of salted eggs and smoked chicken appeared on the horizon.
With vision far superior to that of ordinary people, Zuo Si keenly observed that this was a small caravan.
The man in the lead looked to be in his fifties, but his actual age should be younger as he was running around outside all day exposed to the wind and sun. He was sitting in the driver's seat of the first car.
Sitting next to him was a young girl in her early twenties. Judging from their looks, they should be his father and daughter.
Since the width of the carriages fit perfectly with the ruts on the road, the caravan was moving at a very fast speed and there was no need to worry about rollovers like vehicles whose width did not meet the specifications.
When they caught up with Zuo Si who was walking, the leader of the caravan immediately smiled and waved to greet him: "Hey! Young traveler! Where are you going?
Why choose walking?
Where is your carriage or horse? You should know that this place is not safe, and there are often monsters and wild beasts.
If you don't mind, we can give you a ride."
"Oh! Thank you so much.
To be honest, this was my first time traveling far away and I accidentally got lost.
Even more unfortunate was that when he was looking for water, he encountered a group of wolves and accidentally lost his horse while escaping.
Oh my god!
I can't believe I've been so unlucky."
Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed to the other party, with a bitter and helpless expression appearing very naturally on his face.
Possessed by the image of an award-winning actor, he portrayed the image of a young man who encountered setbacks and was helpless to the fullest.
In particular, his polite attitude and humorous way of speaking immediately won the favor of everyone in the caravan, including the leader, who was successfully amused.
Moreover, from the behavior of the young man in front of them, they could clearly feel that he had received a good education and was definitely not a robber or bandit.
In addition, the exquisite clothes created by magic on the projection body are obviously not affordable for ordinary people.
It is precisely because of all the above factors that the caravan leader chose to extend an invitation to him.
Otherwise, if it was a ragged beggar or an adventurer or mercenary carrying weapons, he would definitely stay as far away from them as possible.
In this way, Zuo Si successfully sneaked into the caravan and became one of them.
However, what he didn't know was that not long after he left the cave, the mages who had left earlier came back with Mordenkainen himself.
When seeing the summoning array and seal that were damaged almost beyond repair, many mages had solemn expressions on their faces.
An older man took the initiative to step forward and asked cautiously: "Master, why is this happening?
We have clearly already placed at least six seals at the entrance of the cave.
Normally, even if you want to escape, you should go deep underground, right?"
Mordenkainen did not make any response, but simply began to chant spells to use the power of magic to recall everything that had happened here.
When he saw the familiar figure walking out of the pillar of fire and lightning, he suddenly had an extremely strange expression. He touched the small goatee on his chin and muttered softly: "Sos! How could it be him? Strange, too strange. And judging from his reaction, it seems that he does not have any hostility. It seems more like an accident."
"Master, do you know that powerful lower-dimensional creature?"
The old wizard next to him had a strong curiosity in his eyes.
"Don't worry about this matter. I will handle it myself. But remember to keep it confidential and don't leak the news. I don't want to cause any unnecessary panic."
After saying that, without paying any attention to his men's reactions, Mordenkainen cast a teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a group of guys who were completely confused about the situation and stared at each other in amazement.
At the same time, far away in the 66th layer of the Abyss - the Deep Pit Demon Web, the spider goddess Rose was holding the book wrapped in black silk in her hands, her face full of hesitation and reluctance.
Obviously, she did not show up and deliver the book immediately. The root cause was the greed and desire in her heart.
After all, it records the secrets, knowledge and power of the abyss. If she can read it before handing it to Zuo Si, even if she only reads a small part, she can greatly improve her strength.
This indecisive and inconsistent behavior is precisely the character of the chaotic camp.
After struggling for a long time, Rose finally couldn't help herself and carefully opened the black silk wrapped outside. She pointed directly at the maid beside her, a monster called wax melting monster, and ordered with unquestionable majesty: "You, come and open it."
"As you command, the great and supreme goddess."
The wax-melting demon, who was still in his drow form, walked over without saying a word and reached out to touch the book that was emitting red and black mist.
Before it even touched the cover, it was simply eroded by the mist, and the transformation magic that it had originally cast on itself instantly failed, revealing its twisted and ugly true form on the spot.
It was a pile of brown, unknown mixture that was less than two meters long, emitting a foul odor and looked like shit.
On the pile of shit, there were eight powerful tentacles, and in the middle was a large blood-red eyeball that kept rotating.
Any normal person would feel sick and disgusted after seeing this thing.
All waxmelts were created by Rose herself.
They are the Spider Goddess's loyal servants, and their only purpose of existence is to complete every task assigned by their Creator.
Therefore, even after revealing its true form, the wax monster still did not give up and continued waving its tentacles to try to touch the cover.
But just 0.01 seconds later, its body suddenly began to expand rapidly, and at an incredible speed, it swallowed the other wax melts, spider hunters and other demons around it into its own body, and eventually evolved into a twisted monster that could not be described in words, rushing directly towards Rose like a madman.
The latter simply raised his finger and shot out a beam of divine magic, instantly decomposing the mutated wax-melting monster into tiny particles that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.
After doing all this, Rose reluctantly covered it with the black silk again, raised her other hand and knocked hard on the armrest of the throne.
Judging from her skillful handling, this was obviously not her first attempt, but one she had tried countless times.
But the results are almost the same every time.
No matter whether it is a creature created by divine power, the most powerful petitioner in the kingdom, or the demon who lives on this level and relies on himself, none of them can withstand the power of this book of the abyss.
As for herself, she had already lost two incarnations in her initial attempts.
At this point, no matter what the Spider Goddess thinks about this book, she has to give up.
What's worse is that, driven by her inner greed, she lost the best opportunity to hand the book to Zuo Si.
Now we must prepare a sufficiently thorough and covert way to meet...
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