Especially in a world like Faerun and Gray 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 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 Gray 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 Gray 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, Gray 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 appreciates 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.
Soon, the old driver found full water jugs and some fishing tools piled up randomly beside the stream.
It includes a small net, a few sharp forks, and even seven or eight killed and cleaned fish tied with straw ropes.
After checking the surroundings twice, he stopped and analyzed: "There is no blood, which means that the leader and his group were not attacked by wolves or other beasts.
Otherwise, what we would see now would be incomplete corpses and bones everywhere.
But the problem is that the water cans and fishing tools are all left here, so where would they go? Even if they were ambushed and kidnapped, there should at least be signs of struggle and fighting. "
"What if the attacker is someone you know?"
Zuo Si put forward a hypothesis with a smile.
moment!
The old driver's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had thought of something, and asked in an uncertain tone: "You mean Isadore..."
"No, I didn't say that, I just think that in this case, it makes the most sense that someone familiar did it.
Because only acquaintances can take action without arousing suspicion.
Only acquaintances can use various methods to disperse the people and defeat them one by one.
And look at these obvious footprints on the ground next to the stream. Aren’t some deeper and some shallower?
So my theory is that someone in the caravan was plotting a conspiracy to kidnap the leader and the men loyal to him.
As long as we follow the footprints, we should soon find the truth."
After saying that, Zuo Si used his dark vision to lock onto a series of footprints.
Since the incident occurred next to a stream, the land was quite moist, even wet.
It is easy for people to leave clear footprints by stepping on it.
Although most of them were destroyed artificially, they still could not escape Zuo Si's sharp eyes.
Following the stream and moving north for about two or three kilometers, the group of three finally saw a cave with flames coming out of it near the mountainside in the distance.
When they got closer, the old driver and the coolie couldn't help but gasp.
Because the people guarding the cave entrance were not the "familiar people" they expected, but a group of orcs wearing leather armor and holding various weapons.
What's even worse is that the other party is wearing a skull symbol with a grin on it.
After the horrors of the Greyhawk War, there was no one in the Flanaess who failed to recognize this symbol.
It is the holy symbol of Iuz, the demonic demigod known as "The Old One."
Generally speaking, the appearance of this thing usually means conspiracy, war, killing, slavery, exploitation and suffering.
It is obvious that these orcs are believers and followers of Iuz.
Unlike the orcs of Toril who mainly worship Gruumsh, there is no so-called orc pantheon here, so many orcs who are keen on plundering, killing and enslaving will choose to follow Iuz, the chaotic evil demon demigod.
At one point, the proportion of its believers reached nearly half.
The remaining half are humans from the evil camp.
"Oh - damn! I think we're in big trouble."
The old driver suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and didn't even have the courage to go in and find out what was going on.
"They are just a few orcs. Wait here, I will go and take care of them."
After saying this, Zuo Si disappeared into the shadows without giving the other party any chance to react.
When the old driver came to his senses, he saw him already touching the back of one of the orcs, covering his mouth and stabbing his jaw with a dagger at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the orc warrior twitched and took his last breath.
After the successful attack, Zuo Si did not stop at all. He put the corpse down carefully and reached for another one.
Relying on this simple sneak attack and backstab, the four orcs guarding the door were killed in less than three minutes. Not a single sound was made from beginning to end, and the enemies in the cave were not alarmed.
Just as the old driver stood up and wanted to follow, he suddenly found Zuo Si standing at the entrance of the cave. He gestured to continue waiting there, and then went straight in.
After entering, Zuo Si discovered that this cave halfway up the mountain had long been hollowed out, forming a spiral staircase leading downwards.
The firelight you see outside is the light emitted by the huge bonfire under the stairs.
A human male led dozens of other orcs to kneel in front of a statue of an old man with wrinkles all over his face, chanting poems in praise of the gods loudly.
Needless to say, this old man is one of the images of the demon demigod Iuz.
He also has another image which is his original half-demon form.
"Praise you! Great Skeleton Lord!
Pain is power, and causing pain is proof of power.
Under your guidance, we will trample all the weak under our feet, ruthlessly exploit, torture and oppress them, and extinguish their last hope.
We will bring pain to everyone in this world, and make them submit to your absolute power in despair..."
Judging from the human male's behavior, he is undoubtedly a fanatic follower of Iuz.
To be precise, Iuz only accepts two kinds of believers: one who is absolutely obedient to him, and the other who is fanatical enough to risk his life for him.
In a corner of the huge bonfire, the caravan members and some other captives of unknown origin were all locked in a huge iron cage.
Some of them had been beaten and tortured to the point of being covered with bruises, while others had become emaciated from hunger due to long-term lack of adequate nutrition, and seemed like they could die at any time.
There were three of Isadore's close friends squatting in a corner, waiting to be punished.
It was obvious that they were the ones who ambushed the caravan and brought the captives here.
This is a secret base established by the followers of Iuz.
Zuo Si made a judgment at the first moment.
Just when a few burly orcs were about to drag the caravan members out and kill them in front of the altar, Zuo Si finally leaped down from a great height.
The next second...
The orcs and human priests, who were still immersed in an atmosphere of religious fanaticism, only saw a flash of cold light in the air, and then more than seven orcs' heads rolled off their necks.
Under the tremendous pressure, the plasma spurted out at least two meters high, and then the headless corpse fell straight down.
Because everything happened so suddenly, no one at the scene reacted in time. They just stared at the scene with wide eyes in shock.
But the orc's lack of reaction doesn't mean someone will show mercy.
What's more, Zuo Si already had a big grudge with Grazzt, so there was no need for him to hesitate in cleaning up his son's church.
In just two or three seconds, another seven or eight orcs were beheaded.
The pungent smell of blood finally woke the leading human up, and he roared, "How dare you interrupt the sacred sacrifice! Go! Capture him! I will use this guy's blood to wash away the shame of having the ceremony interrupted!"
moment!
The orcs present also reacted and rushed forward with their weapons in hand.
It’s a pity that the warrior levels of these guys are not high and they can’t pose even the slightest threat.
In front of Zuo Si's agility attribute of over 40 points, it was like slow motion. He was easily parried, dodged, and then stabbed to death or beheaded.
Of course, it doesn’t really matter even if you are really hit by the orcs’ weapons.
These blank weapons without any enchantment can hardly penetrate even the protective force field surrounding the body, not to mention the tough skin that can be immune to low-level magic weapons.
So this can't be considered a battle at all, it's just a one-sided massacre.
Zuo Si treated the dozens of orcs in front of him as living targets for practicing his swordsmanship, and killed them efficiently with graceful and dance-like movements.
When the gorgeous sword dance ended, except for the humans who did not rush up, all the orcs in the lower level of the cave fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
There wasn't even a drop of blood on his body. He gracefully shook off the blood on his dagger and asked the other party with a smile: "What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Could you please repeat it again?"
"You... who are you?"
The human priest now realized that the unidentified young man in front of him obviously possessed terrifying strength. He immediately slowly retreated to the front of the statue, trying to use the god of faith to protect himself.
In the world of Greyhawk, the name Iuz is still very intimidating.
It's a pity that he didn't know about the hostile relationship between Zuo Si and Grazzt, and he didn't know that demons and devils are natural enemies.
"Haha, when you die you can ask your god. I think he should recognize me."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he threw the dagger in his hand as a throwing weapon.
Thanks to the enormous kinetic energy brought by the strength attribute of up to 70 points, the dagger traveled a distance of less than ten meters in just 0.001 seconds. It first pierced through the enemy's raised shield with a bang, and then nailed him to the feet of the statue of Iuz.
The blood quickly flowed down the wound on the chest, staining the clothes and armor red, and gathered into a small pool on the ground.
The human priest lowered his head in disbelief at his heart which was shattered in an instant, and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
The massive bleeding caused by the broken heart caused him to lose the ability to move and speak in a very short time.
Even if his brain was still clear at this moment, he could not do anything, let alone cast any magic to heal himself.
Along with his death, the eyes of the Iuz statue suddenly began to secrete black unknown liquid without any warning, and the surrounding air was gradually shrouded in an extremely evil and chaotic atmosphere.
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 Gray 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)
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