Especially in a world like Faerun and Grey Eagle, where, apart from magic and supernatural powers, the overall productivity level is still at the level of the Middle Ages or even the Renaissance, and the speed of information transmission is shockingly slow.
Therefore, since joining the caravan, Zuo Si has gained a lot of information about this world and the surrounding areas through conversations with the leader and his daughter.
In addition, there are some "international situations" that are not very accurate but come from far away.
As he expected, the current timeline of Greyhawk is a few years after the end of the famous "Greyhawk War".
According to the "common year" era widely used in the world today, it should be between CY586 and 588.
This corresponds to approximately 1232 of the Ordi era, 6103 of the Suryan era, 5050 of the Elven calendar, 3247 of the Baklunish era, and 2738 of the Fran calendar.
In short, since there are a large number of ancient civilizations that disappeared in the long river of history like the world of Toril, this place has also experienced more than one round of the rise and destruction of civilizations.
Some of today's countries and city-states are survivors of ancient civilizations, while others have risen from devastating disasters, slowly getting rid of primitiveness and ignorance and establishing their own territories.
The reason why Zuo Si could make such a judgment was that there was a very obvious landmark event, namely the death and resurrection of Tan Sen, one of the important members of the "Eight Leaves".
Yes, it was the same Tamsen who invented the Tamsen Transfiguration and some other powerful transformation magics, allowing mages to be more terrifying than warriors in close combat.
He was once a close comrade of Mordenkain for a long time, accepting the leadership of this man who was probably the most powerful mortal wizard in the world, excluding those who had been promoted to gods, and played an important role during the Greyhawk War.
Unfortunately, due to the absence of Mordenkain for unknown reasons for a period of time, it led to the betrayal of another great wizard in the "Eight Leaves" - Larry.
On the day when the combatants began to get tired of the endless war and planned to gather together to sign a peace agreement, Larry killed his other two colleagues, Tamsen and Otiluk, through a premeditated and powerful magic.
The latter is the inventor of a series of important protective shield spells.
And that year is CY584.
Just when everyone thought that Tamsyn was completely dead, he was resurrected by a group of adventurers the following year. Now he has left the "Eight Leaves" and returned to his Bottomless Fortress. He began to gather strength and recover the treasures and important magical items that were stolen during his death. At the same time, he formulated a plan to destroy the demon demigod Iuz.
Unlike Mordenkain who advocated the idea of maintaining neutrality and balance, he himself was a thorough lawful good camp and highly recognized the sun god of this world, Pelor. Therefore, he extremely hated the two forces that summoned a large number of demons and devils during the Greyhawk War, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians.
Needless to say, there is no one else in this world who can summon demons in large numbers except Iuz, the demon demigod born to Six-Fingered Grazzt and Igvirf.
Another important participant in the war, Avid V, the supreme ruler of the Free City-State Grey Eagle, who was once nominally the sovereign, signed a contract with Baator and began to summon demons in large numbers, while using magic to transform undead creatures in large numbers to participate in the war.
As a result, the bloody battle that had lasted for countless thousands of years unsurprisingly extended to the Grey Eagle World.
In fact, this situation is not an isolated case, but occurs frequently in many material planes that are discovered by demons and devils at the same time.
It is precisely because of this that it is called the largest, longest-lasting, deadliest and most influential war in the universe, without a doubt.
In addition, if we must compare Toril with Oss, the planet where Greyhawk is located, the most obvious difference is the number and quality of mortal deification.
Among them are the famous Vecna who climbed all the way from a mortal wizard to the position of the God of Secrets, Gvirf's crazy mentor - Zagi Ilaghen, and the demon demigod Iuz who established an empire and ruled it personally. Needless to say, there are some of them.
As for the Witch Queen Igwilfu, some say she has gone to live in an outer plane and continues to explore the mysteries of demons and the Abyss;
Others say that she has become a demigod with terrifying powers, just like her mentor and son.
But no matter what the truth is, this is definitely a powerful person who has the ability to cross the threshold between mortals and gods.
The most important thing is that she possesses the key qualifications for a wizard to become a god, that is, enough courage and a crazy mind.
Even Boccob, the powerful god of magic, was once just a mortal wizard, but is now the most powerful god in the kingdom.
The Book of Boccob, blessed by him, is a treasure coveted by countless wizards.
In addition, there are other gods whose names can be traced back to their former mortal state in ancient texts and legends.
In other words, the threshold for becoming a god in this world is not as high as in Furen. It can be achieved entirely through personal efforts, and in the end it does not even require the approval of the gods above all else.
Similarly, because there is no God above God to restrain them, the gods of the Greyhawk world interfere in the affairs of mortals very frequently.
At least after the turmoil in Faerun, the gods realized that Io was dissatisfied with their previous actions, and the number of times they sent their avatars to the world gradually decreased. Instead, they let their believers do the work through oracles, dreams, and other means.
Mortal affairs should be decided by mortals themselves. This is the consensus reached by the gods of Toril after the end of the Time of Troubles.
Otherwise, the iron fist of punishment from Io, the God of Gods, might fall upon us once again.
"A world where you can do whatever you want as long as you have enough power? That seems pretty good..."
Zuo Si sat in front of the campfire and muttered something to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
There is no doubt that for those who pursue the path to becoming a god, Grey Eagle is definitely the most ideal world.
In particular, there are demigods like Iuz who remain in the material plane and have not yet gone to the outer planes to establish their own kingdom. They can be targets for hunting.
During his rise to power, he was captured and imprisoned beneath the castle of the free city of Greyhawk.
The person who did this was none other than the then mayor, Zhaji Yilaghen.
No one knows what the mad archmage did to Iuz.
But what is certain is that when he was released, he had become a demigod who could grant divine powers to his believers.
It wasn't long before Zhaji Ilaghen also transcended the limits of mortals and became a god.
Scholars in this world generally believe that the fact that these two guys were deified one after another was most likely closely related to the incident at the Temple of Evil Elements.
After all, followers of Iuz have claimed more than once that their master is consort to the Fungus Lady Zuggmoi.
"What were you talking about?"
The caravan leader's daughter cast a curious look after throwing some pickled meat and dried mushrooms into the pot.
Although they had only known each other for less than two or three days, she was obviously very fond of this young man who exuded amazing charm in his every move.
There was no way around it, because the other members of the caravan were either foul-mouthed drivers who cursed all day long, or a group of country youths who were temporarily hired to carry and look after the goods.
Compared with these common people who had long lived at the bottom of society, Zuo Si's politeness, upbringing, conversation and incredibly rich knowledge were undoubtedly terrifyingly lethal to this young girl in her early twenties who was learning business skills from her father.
The most important thing is that this projection has a charm attribute of up to 55 points. Often a smile or a look can make her heart beat faster and her hormones secrete in large quantities.
If the progress had gone according to the caravan leader's daughter's imagination, the two would have given birth to seven or eight children and were living a happy married life.
Unfortunately, like all people who like to fantasize, this young girl thought a lot but never dared to take any substantial action.
Because in her opinion, such an outstanding young man must be from a noble or famous family, and the daughter of a small merchant like herself is not worthy of him.
Therefore, one can only try hard to conceal the inferiority and contradictions in one's heart, and at the same time try to get closer to the relationship and establish a good friendship.
However, what the girl didn't know was that all the thoughts in her mind had already been clearly seen by someone through magic, but they just hadn't been pointed out.
Not only her, but all the thoughts and memories of the entire caravan were read.
It is also because of this that Zuo Si was able to obtain so much information in a short period of time.
Of course, how much of it is credible and how much is hearsay and one’s own imagination can only be known after going to the city.
Thinking of this, he smiled at the daughter of the caravan leader and said, "Nothing, I just feel a little sad about the unpredictable changes of fate. By the way, where are your father and others? Why don't I see them?"
“There was a stream not far away, and they all carried cans to replenish their fresh water.
There will be no clean water source during the next few days of the journey, so this is the last supply point before reaching the destination.
They also wanted to catch some fresh fish along the way to improve their food.
After all, people can't stand eating pickled food all day long.
What's more, the pickled meat and salted eggs can be sold for money. The more you save on the way, the more you can earn when you arrive in the city."
The girl gave a straightforward explanation.
Since this was not her first time traveling along this trade route, she memorized the water sources and places where she could rest along the way.
It is this valuable experience accumulated over the years that allows the team to avoid danger as much as possible and arrive at the destination safely.
Merchants from other places who wanted to follow suit had to either spend a large sum of money to buy intelligence from the caravan, or risk death and try it themselves until they figured out the situation along the way.
This is also one of the reasons why so much money can be made by doing business, but businessmen were so valuable and rare in an era when productivity and transportation were underdeveloped.
Without a guide, this business is really not something that ordinary people can do.
"I see."
Zuo Si nodded pretentiously and glanced at a man who was also cooking soup and food in front of another bonfire not far away. There was a hint of imperceptible amusement in his eyes.
The other man looked to be in his early thirties, with dark and rough skin on his face and arms due to long-term exposure to the sun. He was one of the few guys in the caravan who showed naked and undisguised hostility towards Zuo Si.
The reason is very simple.
This man named Isadore was an orphan picked up by the caravan leader in the wild when he was young, and he had been trained as his adopted son and successor.
So in his eyes, whether it is the caravan or the beautiful daughter of his adoptive father, sooner or later they will belong to him.
But Zuo Si's sudden appearance made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Anyone who is not blind can see that in just two days, the heart of the sister who had been with him day and night for more than ten years had flown away.
The entire caravan, from top to bottom, seemed to have been drugged and were full of praise for this outsider who joined the caravan halfway and whose identity and origin were unknown.
Obviously, this is the effect brought about when the charm attribute is high enough.
So Isadore inevitably felt jealousy, anger and fear, and wanted to embarrass Zuo Si whenever he had the chance.
It's a pity that his little tricks were useless against a projection of a terrifyingly powerful devil. Even Zuo Si could play with it at his fingertips with the skills he had developed in the workplace before awakening his spark.
Therefore, this guy only reaped the bitter fruit of his own humiliation in the end.
As strong negative emotions continue to accumulate, Isadore's thinking begins to become distorted, and uncontrollable hatred is replacing reason.
About a few hours ago, he and his closest confidant began discussing finding an opportunity to kill his adoptive father, then frame Zuo Si as the murderer, and then kill him in the name of revenge as the heir, and finally complete the plan of forcibly marrying his sister to become the new leader of the caravan.
As the saying goes, there is a terrible devil living in everyone's heart.
The prerequisite for the devil to break the seal is often a sudden psychological imbalance, and the subsequent outbreak of the dark side of human nature such as selfishness, greed, and desire.
Zuo Si actually took an attitude of watching a monkey show towards the ongoing conspiracy of this "filial son".
Perhaps it is because he has become one of the great devils, or it may be because he is constantly moving towards the lawful evil camp.
In short, he increasingly appreciated the spontaneous process of corruption and degeneration in the depths of the soul, as well as the darkness and evil displayed by mortals in the face of gains and losses.
No wonder Asmodeus enjoys savoring the fragments of memory left behind after the fallen souls have been squeezed clean.
Through these fragments, one can truly feel that evil is hidden deep in the heart of every mortal.
Even the kindest, noblest, and most righteous paladin is only defeated because he has not been forced into a corner.
In this way, under the gaze of Isadore, whose hatred could not be concealed, a pot of bacon and mushroom soup was quickly cooked.
As for the staple food, it was of course the hard bread prepared long before the caravan set out.
Because these things have been stored for too long, each one has become as hard as a brick. If you chew them directly, your teeth will probably have problems in no time.
That is why the caravan would stop to make a fire and cook soup.
No matter how hard the bread is, just soak it in hot soup and it will soften instantly to the point where you don't even need to chew it.
But what made the daughter of the caravan leader uneasy was that the soup was already cooked, but her father and others who went to the creek to fetch water and fish had not returned yet.
But she didn't dare to abandon the carriage parked nearby and take the few remaining people to check.
After all, for a small caravan, the cargo on the vehicle is almost equivalent to the life and property of everyone.
Once lost, it means losing all the money and there is no possibility of recovery. Bankruptcy is almost 100% certain.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the camp began to become tense and anxious.
When it was completely dark, the driver and the coolie subconsciously picked up the weapons placed beside them.
More than an hour of waiting had exhausted their last bit of hope, and now it was basically certain that something had gone wrong.
"We have to send someone over to take a look!"
An old driver in his fifties with a wrinkled face was the first to speak up.
He had followed the leader the longest in the entire caravan, and was therefore exceptionally loyal.
"But what about the cargo on the truck? We can't just leave it here, can we?" Isadore asked, frowning.
The old driver raised his head and glanced coldly at the adopted son of the chief, and answered very straightforwardly: "I didn't say to abandon you, I just want to take two people to the creek to check the situation. If you are afraid, you can stay with Annie."
There is no doubt that Isadore's ungrateful behavior of not caring about his adoptive father's safety aroused the old driver's dissatisfaction.
But the interesting thing is that he did not refute anything, but pointed at Zuo Si who was standing beside him and said: "Didn't this outsider brag about how powerful he was before? Why don't you let him go with you?"
"I don't have any problem."
Zuo Si agreed without even thinking about it, looking completely indifferent.
"You better think about it, young man. I can't guarantee what I'll encounter by that creek."
The old driver kindly issued a warning.
But Zuo Si still responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. I have prepared myself mentally for possible dangers. Besides, it would be even better if I could have a sword as a weapon."
"Here, use my sword."
The daughter of the caravan leader handed over the exquisite dagger hanging at her waist without saying a word.
Obviously, this action immediately made Isadore's already very ugly face turn pale, and his hands were clenched into fists.
If possible, he really wanted to rush up and swing his fist as big as a sandbag to beat the pretty boy in front of him until his face was covered in blood.
But in the end he chose to endure, but his eyes were full of malice and resentment.
After a simple packing, the old driver took Zuo Si and another coolie into the woods west of the camp.
As it was quite dark they lit two pine-tar torches.
From the depths of the forest, one could occasionally hear the shrill howls of wolves and the roars of a large number of unknown beasts.
The strong coolie, who was about 22 or 23 years old, was completely frightened by this horrific environment and was shaking uncontrollably all over his body.
Even the occasional pine tree or owl passing by the treetops, or the mice and rabbits coming out of the grass, could scare him so much that he sat down on the ground and trembled.
But there is no way, the primeval forest at night is so terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people.
There are too many carnivores in there that can threaten human lives.
Not to mention the undead and other supernatural monsters that may exist in the magical world.
In contrast, although the old driver's nerves were also quite tense, he remained calm throughout. He would occasionally observe secretly without showing any nervousness. He looked like Zuo Si taking a walk after dinner.
After walking for about ten minutes, he finally stopped and couldn't help lowering his voice to ask, "Young man, given the unknown risks we may face, can you tell me the truth? What if we encounter wolves, wild beasts or monsters in a while?
What are our chances of survival?"
"Don't worry, we won't be the ones bleeding tonight."
Zuo Si gently waved the dagger in his hand, which clearly had a +1 enchantment level, and gave a meaningful reassurance.
"Then it all depends on you."
The old driver breathed a sigh of relief when he got the answer he expected, raised his torch and strode forward.
Because we were deep in the forest, the sky above our heads was basically completely blocked by the dense leaves, and the moonlight could not shine through at all. We could only search around with the faint light of the torch.
很快，老车夫在小溪旁边发现了装满的水罐，以及杂乱堆放在旁边的捕鱼工具。
包括一张不大的网、几根锋利的叉子、甚至还有七八条用草绳穿起来已经杀好洗干净的鱼。
在周围反复检查了两遍之后，他这才停下脚步分析道：“没有血迹，说明首领一行人并不是遭受了狼群或是其他猛兽的攻击。
不然我们现在看到的就应该是遍地残缺不全的尸骸与骨头。
可问题是水罐和捕鱼的工具都留在这里，他们又会去哪呢？ 就算遭到伏击和绑架，起码也应该有挣扎、战斗的痕迹才对。”
“如果下手的熟人呢？”
左思似笑非笑的提出了一个假设。
瞬间！
老车夫的瞳孔骤然放大，似乎联想到了什么，用不是很确定的语气问：“你的意思是伊萨多……”
“不，我可没那么说，只是觉得像这种情况熟人下手最能解释得通。
因为只有熟人才可以在动手前完全不引起怀疑。
也只有熟人才能使用各种方法把人员分散开方便逐个击破。
而且看看地上小溪旁边这些明显的脚印，是不是有的比较深、有的比较浅？
所以我的推测是商队内有人在策划阴谋绑架了首领和忠于他的手下。
只要沿着脚印找下去，真想应该很快就会水落石出。”
说罢，左思便凭借自己的黑暗视觉锁定了一连串的脚印。
由于事发地点是在小溪旁边，因此土地的水分相当充足，甚至可以说是潮湿。
人踩在上边很容易就能留下清晰的足迹。
虽然其中绝大部分都被人为的进行了破坏，可仍旧瞒不过左思那双敏锐的眼睛。
顺着小溪的位置又向北移动了大概两三公里左右，一行三人终于在远处的山腰附近看到了冒着火光的洞穴。
等靠近之后，老车夫和苦力都不由自主倒抽了一口凉气。
因为守在洞口的并不是他们预料中的“熟人”，而是一群穿着皮甲、手持各种各样武器的兽人。
更要命的是对方还佩戴了露齿微笑的骷髅标记。
在经历了恐怖的灰鹰战争之后，整个法兰尼斯地区的人们就没有一个会不认得这个标志。
它就是人称“老者”的恶魔半神——伊乌兹的圣徽。
一般来说这玩意的出现，通常情况下都意味着阴谋、战争、杀戮、奴隶、剥削和痛苦。
很显然，这些兽人都是伊乌兹的信徒和追随者。
与托瑞尔兽人主要信奉格乌什不同，这里并没有所谓的兽人神系，所以许多热衷于掠夺、杀戮和奴役的兽人，都会选择追随伊乌兹这个混乱邪恶的恶魔半神。
其信徒比例一度占到了接近一半。
剩下的一半则是邪恶阵营的人类。
“噢——该死！我想我们遇到大麻烦了。”
老车夫顿时冷汗直流，连一丁点进去打探情况的勇气都没有。
“不过是几个兽人而已。你在这里等着，我过去解决掉他们。”
说罢，左思根本没有给对方任何反应的机会便没入了阴影之中。
等老车夫回过神来的时候，已经看到他摸到了其中一名兽人的身后，一把捂住对方的嘴并同时用短剑刺进下颚。
眨眼功夫，这个兽人战士便抽搐着咽下了最后一口气。
一击得手之后，左思没有做任何停留，轻手轻脚把尸体放下再一次摸向另外一个。
就靠着这种朴实无华的偷袭背刺，守在门口的四个兽人在不到三分钟时间里就死了个精光，从头到尾没有发出一丁点声响，更没有惊动洞穴里边的敌人。
正当老车夫起身想要跟上去的时候，突然发现站在洞口的左思打了个继续原地等待的手势，随后就直接钻了进去。
等进去之后，左思才发现这个半山腰的洞穴早已被挖空，向下形成了一个螺旋形阶梯。
而外面看到的火光，就是阶梯下边那个巨大的篝火堆散发出来的光芒。
一名人类男性整带领其余几十名兽人跪在一名满脸都是皱纹的老人雕像面前，大声吟诵着赞美神祇的诗篇。
不用问也知道，这个老人就是恶魔半神伊乌兹形象之一。
他还有另外一个形象就是自己半恶魔的原本样子。
“赞美您！伟大的骸骨君主！
痛苦就是力量，而造成痛苦则是拥有力量的证明。
在您指引下，我们必将把一切弱者踩在脚下，无情的去剥削、折磨和压迫他们，熄灭他们最后的希望。
我们会把痛苦带给这个世界上的每一个人，让他们绝望的臣服在您绝对权力的支配下……”
从这位人类男性的表现来看，他毫无疑问是伊乌兹的狂信徒。
确切地说，伊乌兹只接受两种信徒，一种是对自己绝对服从，另外一种就是狂热到可以为自己豁出性命。
在巨大篝火堆的角落里，商队的人和其他一些来历不明的俘虏全部被关在一个巨大的铁笼子里。
他们当中有的已经被鞭打折磨到遍体鳞伤，还有的在长期得不到充足营养的情况下饿得骨瘦如柴，仿佛随时都有可能会死掉。
旁边还有三个伊萨多的死党，正蹲在角落里听候发落。
很显然，就是他们偷袭了商队的人，并把俘虏带了过来。
这一个伊乌兹信徒建立的秘密据点。
左思在第一时间就做出了判断。
就在几个膀大腰圆的兽人想要把商队成员拖出来拉倒祭坛前杀死的时候，左思终于纵身一跃从高处跳了下去。
下一秒……
原本还沉浸在宗教狂热氛围中的兽人和人类祭祀只看到一抹寒光在空气中闪过，随后便有超过七名兽人的脑袋从脖子上滚落下来。
血浆更是在巨大压力作用下喷出至少两米多高，然后无头的尸体才直挺挺的倒下。
由于一切发生的太过突然，以至于现场所有人都没反应过来，只是震惊的瞪大眼睛看着这一幕。
但兽人没有反应并不意味着某人会手下留情。
更何况左思原本就跟格拉兹特结下了不小的梁子，现在顺手收拾一下他儿子的教会完全不需要犹豫。
短短两三秒钟便又是七八个兽人惨遭斩首。
刺鼻的血腥味终于让为首的人类猛然间惊醒，厉声咆哮道：“你怎么敢打断神圣的献祭！上！抓住他！我要用这家伙的血来洗刷仪式被打断的耻辱！”
瞬间！
在场的兽人也跟着反应过来，纷纷抡起武器拥了上去。
只可惜，这些家伙的战士等级都不算高，根本无法造成哪怕一丁点的威胁。
在左思超过四十点以上的敏捷属性面前简直就跟慢动作一样，轻而易举的便被招架、闪避，然后被反手刺死或斩首。
当然，就算真的被兽人的武器砍在身上其实也无所谓。
这些没有任何附魔的白板武器连环绕在身体周围的防护力场都难以穿透，更不用提可以免疫低级魔法武器的坚韧皮肤了。
所以这根本不能算是战斗，只是一场单方面的屠杀。
左思把眼前几十名兽人当做自己练习剑术的活靶子，以一种优美且宛如舞蹈般的动作进行着高效的杀戮。
等绚烂的剑舞结束时，洞穴下层除了没有冲上来的人类之外，其余的兽人无一例外全部倒在地上变成了尸体。
他本人身上甚至连一滴血迹没有沾染上，优雅的甩了甩短剑上沾染血迹，笑着问对方：“你刚才说什么了来着？我没听清楚，能麻烦再重复一遍吗？”
“你……你究竟是什么人？”
人类祭祀这会儿也意识到眼前这个不明身份的青年，显然拥有恐怖的实力，立刻缓缓后退到神像的前边，试图利用信仰的神来保护自己。
在灰鹰世界，伊乌兹这个名字还是很有威慑力的。
只可惜，他并不知道左思跟格拉兹特的敌对关系，更不知道恶魔和魔鬼天生就是死对头。
“呵呵，等你死后可以去问自己的神，我想他应该是认得我的。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，直接将手中的短剑当做投掷武器扔了出去。
凭借着高达七十点力量属性所带来的巨大动能，短剑仅用了零点零零一秒便穿过了不到十米的距离，先是砰的一声贯穿了敌人手中举起的盾牌，紧跟着连带他本人一起钉死在伊乌兹的神像脚下。
鲜血很快顺着胸前的伤口染红了衣服和铠甲，并在地上汇聚成一小滩。
人类祭祀难以置信的低下头看了一眼在瞬间被粉碎的心脏，张开嘴想要说点什么，但已经说不出来了。
心脏破碎导致的大出血在极短的时间内就使其失去了行动和说话的能力。
哪怕大脑这会儿还是清醒的也什么都做不了，更施展不出神术来为自己进行治疗。
伴随着他的死亡，伊乌兹神像的眼睛突然开始毫无征兆的留下了黑色的不明液体，周围的空气也渐渐被一种极度邪恶混乱的气息所笼罩。
The two severely malnourished captives inhaled just a little and immediately began to twitch, go crazy, and then grew horrible bacterial plaques all over their bodies.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Si immediately used brute force to pry open the iron cage, and said to everyone including the caravan leader with a serious expression: "Leave here!
The farther you run, the better!
immediately!
immediately!
Don't ask why.
All I can tell you is that if you run too slowly you will die, and die miserably."
No one who can survive in this dangerous world is a real fool.
Especially after seeing Zuo Si's amazing fighting power and the strange supernatural phenomena of the statue of the demon demigod Iuz, everyone ran out of the cave like crazy without saying a word, even Isadore's cronies were no exception.
After these ordinary people escaped, Zuo Si calmly watched the bacterial plaques on the corpses on the ground continue to expand, and then colorful mushrooms began to grow, releasing spores into the air, infecting more corpses.
Eventually, the black liquid flowing from the statue merged with the mushrooms growing from the corpse, forming two horrifying giant monsters.
Just one second later, a standard Cambion demon appeared out of thin air in front of the statue.
Like the name Tiefling, Cambion is actually a general term for the hybrids left by the combination of demons, devils, yugoloths and humanoids.
It's just that the tiefling's bloodline can be the result of the actions of a certain ancestor, causing all descendants to potentially awaken and become demons.
But Cambion refers specifically to the first generation of hybrids of demons and humans.
It goes without saying that the Cambion in front of him, who exudes divine power, is the offspring of Graz'zt and Igwilfu, the god of lies, pain and oppression in the world of Greyhawk - Iuz.
As for the two creatures next to them that looked like a mixture of large mushrooms and corpses, they were most likely powered by the power of Lady Fungus Zugmoi.
After all, this chaotic evil demigod and Lady Fungus have been a couple for a long time.
"Welcome to Oss, the lord of the newly born ninth layer of the Hell of Battor, the devil's heir chosen by Asmodeus, the chosen of the goddess of magic and the goddess of poison and disease in the world of Toril, the emperor of the west coast empire of the continent of Faerun, the great Majesty Soth.
If you don't mind, can you tell me what your intentions and plans are for coming all the way to this world? Are you here to cause trouble for me? Although I heard that you had a little unpleasantness with my father, the Demon Lord.
But this shouldn’t have anything to do with me, right?”
After a brief stalemate, Iuz was the first to break the silence, with a slightly exaggerated movement and tone, he placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"You made such a big fuss to come to see me, just to confirm whether I came here specifically to deal with you?"
Zuo Si asked back with interest, stroking his chin.
With the power he currently possesses, it would be no problem for him to deal with a demigod who has not even established a kingdom in the outer plane.
Iuz grinned, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and replied with a smile: "The hatred between demons and devils is old.
As a half-demon and the offspring of Graz'zt, your appearance makes it hard for me not to associate something with it.
What's more, as far as I know, you have a record of killing gods.
The poor fellow who had just been promoted to the God of Spores in Faerun died not long after becoming a god.
So I have the utmost respect for you.
If circumstances allow, I would prefer that we could be partners rather than enemies.”
"Did Lady Fungus tell you about the fall of the Spore God?"
Zuo Si asked casually.
"That's right. After all, those mycelium were left behind by her, so she naturally knows what happened." Iuz nodded and admitted it openly.
It was precisely because of the accurate information provided by Zugmoy that he was able to confirm Zuo Si's identity at the first opportunity, and at the same time he was extremely wary of the terrible power of the divine force impacting the scepter.
It is really difficult for a demigod to resist a divine weapon of this level.
Admiring the demon demigod's deliberately disguised humble attitude, Zuo Si couldn't help but slightly curl up the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly joking tone: "Give me a reason to let you go.
Or what makes you think I would let go of the offspring of my enemy?
Don't forget, your biggest backer, Grazzt, is my enemy, and another backer, Lady Fungus, is also my target.
Why don't I choose to kill you and solve the problem once and for all? After all, you don't have any decent god allies in Grey Eagle, and there will be no consequences after killing you.
As for Grazzt and Zugmoi, I can tell you very clearly that neither of them can spare a hand to help you right now.
And if your witch queen mother, Igwilfu, dares to appear before me, I will make sure she never returns."
"I can offer a lot, but it depends on what you want..."
Iuz suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying light emanated from his eyes.
As the son of Six Fingers, his IQ naturally couldn't be too low. He could easily realize that the other party didn't really want to kill him, otherwise he would have just taken action without any further ado.
Having said so much, I am simply trying to reveal one thing: useless people have no right to live.
As long as he can show his useful side, he can not only avoid disaster but may even be able to find a new supporter.
You have to know that although Iuz is a demon demigod, it does not mean that he will go down the path of chaos.
Like Graz'zt, he also has a flexible bottom line and can jump from the demon to the devil's side at any time.
(End of this chapter)