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 worshippers 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 - Grey 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 Grey 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 Grey 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 Grey 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.
尤其是在真菌夫人祖格莫伊被囚禁在邪恶元素神殿事件爆发后，几位大法师对此更是充满了警惕。
“该死！偏偏在这种最关键的时候被打断！我们失败了！快跑！千万不要被抓住！”
埃克拉夫德拉主母在恢复视力之后果断下达了撤退命令。
她显然很清楚在经过如此长时间的消耗后，自己的手下已经没有什么战斗力。
与其冲上去拼命徒增伤亡，还不如先躲起来以图东山再起。
“不好！这些卓尔要跑！拦住她们！”
一名留着花白胡须的老法师察觉到了这一点，扯着嗓子大声发出警报。
随后，咒语的吟唱声便回荡在洞穴的中间。
紧跟着五颜六色的奥术亮光开始在一片黑暗中闪烁，几秒钟之后大量的法术便从法师们的指尖射出。
顶在前边的战士们也在法术的掩护下冲锋追击。
双方就这样在复杂的地下坑道中展开了一场你追我逃的战斗。
由于两边都太过于专注，因此根本没谁注意到摆放在法阵中央石柱顶端那个血红色结晶体，表面不知何时密密麻麻遍布着如同蜘蛛网一样的裂纹。
最后啪的一声碎裂开。
瞬间！
原本已经暗淡下去的法阵绽放出刺眼夺目的冲天火柱，火柱中间还缠绕着银色的电光。
在火柱和电光中间，隐约可以看到一个黑色的人影。
经过漫长的拖拽，左思的投影终于成功降临在了这片他从未踏足过的土地。
此时此刻，来自八叶的法师们显然已经顾不上去追那些黑暗精灵了，而是把所有注意力多集中在召唤法阵上。
因为那令人窒息的压迫感和无意之中散发出来的威势，足以让任何有足够位面学知识的法师头皮发麻。
虽然他们暂时还不知道黑暗精灵究竟召唤出来了一个什么东西，但可以肯定的是绝对不逊色于任何一位已知的恶魔领主，甚至还要更强大一些。
紧张！
恐惧！
绝望！
那些战士甚至连手里的武器都有些拿不稳，脑子里只有一个念头，那就是立刻转身逃跑。
这明显远远超出了他们所能处理的范畴，需要回去之后请那些大法师们前来处理。
只可惜，身体根本不听使唤，两条腿像灌了铅一样沉重，无法挪动哪怕一寸。
等冲天的火柱和刺眼的电光全部消失，所有人才看到一个留着黑色短发、脸上挂着无害微笑的年轻人。
但在亲眼目睹了刚才那骇人的一幕之后，没人会将其当成是普通人，反倒觉得这是个极度危险狡猾的可怕异位面生物。
“那个……请问这里是哪？我指的是位面或者星球的名字？”
左思十分礼貌的向眼前这些法师和战士询问道。
由于他的大魔鬼形态拥有永久的【巧言术】效果，因此不管自己说的是什么，在对方听来都应该是自己最能够理解的母语。
可现场在长达两三分钟的时间里没有一个人做出回应，就连空气中都弥漫着一股名为“尴尬”的氛围。
从那一双双眼睛里，左思读到了一种凡人最原始的情绪——恐惧。
这些不知名的法师和战士在害怕他，并且远远的站在召唤法阵的外面。
不用问也知道，对方觉得召唤法阵中的防护和束缚部分可以保护自己免受侵害。
意识到这一点后，左思不由得微微叹了口气，张开双臂摆出一副人畜无害的样子自顾自说道：“拜托，你们看我像是个有威胁的样子吗？
我只是单纯想要搞清楚谁召唤了我，又想要利用我干些什么。
而且你们该不会真的以为这种简陋的法阵可以困住我吧？
站在专业的角度，我至少可以从中找出十二个以上的错误。
另外你们不要忘记，一切法阵产生作用的基础都是存在于周围环境中的魔法能量。
如果隔绝乃至吸干这些能量，法阵自然也就跟小孩子的涂鸦一样毫无价值。”
为了证明自己不是在虚张声势。
左思很快在召唤法阵上找到了一个疏漏，紧跟着当着这些人的面把其中三个符文颠倒过来。
下一秒……
他的一只脚就跨过法阵向前走了一大步。
这一举动瞬间引发了在场法师们的应激反应。
眨眼功夫，漫天的魔法飞弹和其他一些攻击性法术就如雨点般呼啸而来。
对此，左思的反应是没有任何反应。
因为这些奥术魔法大多属于三环和三环以下，中间穿插一两个四环都了不得。
而五环和五环以下的法术，对于他的投影都没办法造成哪怕一丁点的伤害。
最终在一通瞎忙活之后，法师们也终于察觉到了这一点，立刻停止了攻击转而给自己套上防护邪恶开始缓缓后退。
他们显然接受过严格的训练，从始至终都没有一个人开口说话。
毕竟在跟比自己强大的下层位面生物打交道时，最好是保持零沟通不让对方知晓哪怕一丁点关于自己的信息与秘密。
左思没有追击，只是饶有兴致的目送着对方退出洞穴，并在入口处反复加了好几层的封印。
等这些人彻底走远之后才动手把整个召唤法阵破坏，不慌不慌从里边走了出来。
通过刚才悄无声息的施展思维和记忆读取类法术，他已经得知自己现在所处的世界是灰鹰，而这些法师就是“八叶”的成员。
看在魔邓肯的面子上，他没有对这些冒犯自己的法师动手，而是选择放对方离开。
不过让左思无法理解的是，蜘蛛女神罗丝的女祭司们为何要冒着如此大的风险，将自己的一具投影从托瑞尔直接拉过来。
毕竟挤进这个世界花费的时间太长，以至于降临的时候卓尔们早就一溜烟跑没影了。
站在原地犹豫了片刻，他最终决定先出去看看，感受一下这个世界独特的风景，顺便拜访一下魔邓肯。
很显然，以普通“八叶”法师施法水平设下的封印，根本不可能封印得住左思，哪怕仅仅只是一个投影。
他不费吹灰之力就把对方自认为坚不可摧的防护拆了个一干二净。
当走出洞口感受着迎面吹来的微风，他不由得微微感叹道：“这里的魔法能量浓郁程度，似乎比托瑞尔稍微差了一些。
尤其是没有魔网的关系，导致学习和使用魔法要格外困难。
不过没有魔网提供的便利也并非是一件坏事。
因为在这个世界更容易接触和理解魔法的本质。
难怪能诞生如此之多的才华横溢且无比疯狂的法师。
像魔邓肯、维克那、札吉·依拉格恩，还有札吉·依拉格恩那位强暴了六指的学生，大名鼎鼎的巫后——格维尔伏。
其中维克那和札吉·依拉格恩现在应该都已经是正牌的神明了。
格维尔伏和六指的孩子——伊乌兹同样也是一位恶魔半神，而且还建立了属于自己的帝国。
不得不说，没有神上神坐镇和限制的世界还真是强者的乐园呢。
只要有足够的力量，想做什么就做什么。
看哪个神不顺眼直接想办法杀掉就可以了，完全不用考虑什么后果跟平衡。”
对于灰鹰世界，左思了解的并不算多，脑海中大概只有几个比较重要神祇的名字，甚至就连一个完整的地图都拼凑不出来。
唯一知道的就是自己脚下站着的这块大陆叫做“奥瑞克”。
大陆东边名为“法兰尼斯地区”的广袤土地上聚集着恶魔半神伊乌兹建立的帝国、自由城市灰鹰等一系列乱七八糟的国家和势力。
所以他现在需要先找到一座城镇，跟当地居民打听一下情况，然后再确认下一步是直接收回投影，还是去找魔邓肯喝茶。
在不会魔法的人眼中，从一望无尽的森林与荒原中走出去，无疑是一件相当具有挑战性的事情。
因为在无法辨别哪个方向有城镇的情况下，一旦连续几天看不见人影、又比较倒霉找不到水源，大概率有可能会脱水渴死。
可左思仅仅施展了一个预言系法术，就确认了距离最近城镇的方向，随后便穿过一片密林和灌木，来到一条明显有车辙的乡间小路。
而地上深深地车辙足以证明，这条路经常有载满货物的马车和商队经过，因此前方应该是一座贸易比较繁荣的城市，而不是一般的小村镇。
就在他沿着路边不紧不慢的前行时，后方突然传来了一阵马蹄声。
紧跟着几辆满满当当装着酒桶、腌肉、火腿、小麦粉和大量咸蛋、熏鸡的车辆出现在了地平线上。
透过远超凡人的视力，左思敏锐的观察到这是一支规模不大的商队。
为首的男人看上去有五十多岁，由于整天在外面四处奔波风吹日晒，实际年龄应该会更小一些，正坐在第一辆车的驾驶位置上。
在他的身边则坐着一名二十岁出头的年轻女孩，从长相上来判断应该是父女的关系。
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...