Zuo Si, who had received a lot of modern education, always believed that violence, like war, is the ultimate means to solve problems and achieve goals.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is best not to use any other methods.
Because once a conflict escalates to the level of fighting and war, it means there is no room for easing.
The fight must be fought until the winner is decided or both sides suffer heavy losses and can no longer fight.
With the level of power Zuo Si has reached now, he might end up creating an eternal enemy.
Therefore, he is often very cautious in choosing his targets and approaches.
Especially when facing creatures like gods, try to cooperate if possible. If cooperation is not possible, then trade. If that doesn't work, then use threats and intimidation to force the other party to make concessions.
Zuo Si basically adopts this strategy to deal with gods who always have bad intentions, such as Spider Goddess Rose and Night Goddess Shar.
Even if they decide to take action, they will first try every possible means to isolate the other party, and then find the right opportunity to gather a large number of allies to launch a righteous group fight.
So far, the only god who has actually taken action against him is Cyric, the Prince of Lies.
As for the Spore God, Angel Poison Core, he was not a complete god in the strict sense. He was crippled by the divine power shock scepter before he could even figure out all the power he possessed.
Although Iuz is only a demigod, he has established a realm called the Land of Bones within his empire, which is said to be made of countless human bones and a lot of evil magic and divine power.
Just being in it can give you an amazing combat power bonus.
Although he did not go to the outer plane to establish his own country, he was not completely powerless.
At least it would be very difficult for the combat incarnations of other gods to defeat Iuz in this area, otherwise a kind god like the sun god Pelor would have come down and beaten this troublemaker to death long ago.
After all, there is no god above gods in the Greyhawk world, and Iuz is the offspring of the demon lord Graz'zt. No matter how you look at it, he should be classified as an enemy of the gods.
Even if we really want to take it down, I'm afraid we will have to expose several of our cards.
In the end, after briefly weighing the pros and cons, Zuo Si chose to cooperate with the other party.
As for the price Iuz paid, it was, of course, a large amount of useful information and secrets about this world.
Including the legends and possible whereabouts of several artifacts, as well as the unknown privacy of his father and mother.
In short, just one sentence.
As long as the price is right, there is nothing that cannot be sold.
In return, Zuo Si not only promised not to target him, but also, as the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, would provide some support when he needed help.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zuo Si always feels that he has met too many "filial sons" recently.
Kurremos is one, the adopted son of the caravan leader is one, and so is the demon demigod Iuz.
Is this a hint from fate? Maybe I should go to neighboring Azeroth and witness the famous scene of the filial son Arthas and his father Terenas Menethil?
Will these stories be written down and an alternative version of "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars" be made and spread in the multiverse to encourage those sons and daughters who have the desire to commit crimes but lack the courage to do so? From the perspective of hell and the devil, this can undoubtedly greatly increase the power of the evil camp, and even use lies to package it as a spirit of resistance to patriarchal despotism, and distort people's cognition through constant beautification.
Just as Zuo Si sent Iuz away and turned to leave the cave, his brain began to think divergently, when a familiar figure blocked his way back to the caravan.
He has a bald head, a goatee, and a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes. He only wears a black velvet coat without too many gorgeous decorations. In his hand, he holds a +5 hot power staff that looks a bit like a double-edged sword, with three large and small rings connected in the middle.
Obviously, there is only one person dressed like Gray Eagle, and that is Mordenkainen, the most powerful mortal wizard in the world.
When Iuz appeared just now, in order to prevent Zuo Si from suddenly taking action, he summoned some power from the abyss.
Among them, the two creations that were a mixture of the fungus lady's mycelium spores and her own divine power obviously had a certain impact on the surrounding environment, which in turn attracted the attention of Demon Duncan.
He was originally searching for Zuo Si's traces in the surroundings, and after discovering him, he quickly rushed over to check the situation.
The two of them stared at each other for more than ten seconds. Finally, Mordenkainen broke the silence and asked first: "When did you become involved with the demons of the Abyss?"
"Don't get me wrong, the remnants of the abyss power in the cave behind me were not created by me, but by Iuz." Zuo Si explained with an innocent look on his face.
After all, he is really innocent this time.
No matter if he was forcibly summoned or accidentally involved in the power struggle and conspiracy within the caravan, which led to his interaction with the demon demigod, he had no intention of taking the initiative to cause trouble.
"Old man?"
Hearing Iuz's name, Mordenkainen's expression quickly turned serious. He frowned and continued to probe, "Why did he show up? Normally, shouldn't you be enemies?"
As a legendary wizard who had the ability to teleport across dimensions and had spent a lot of time exploring the mysteries of the outer planes, he obviously knew what Zuo Si had done in the abyss.
The feud between Zuo Si, Waukeen, the goddess of wealth in Faerun, and Graz'zt is more clear.
The most important thing is that he had been to the ninth layer of Baator Hell a long time ago, and bought a lot of interesting goods and specialties in the cyberpunk city, and knew the identity of the great devil Zuo Si.
So no matter from which perspective, it is normal for the two to have a hostile relationship.
And judging from the situation at the scene, no fighting occurred between the two sides.
Otherwise, the area within a radius of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers will be turned into a scorched earth by the horrific battle.
This inevitably led to many associations and speculations in Mordenkainen.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "We should indeed be enemies, at least before we met.
But after meeting him, I found that he was not actually on the same page with Liuzhi, and was just using the latter's power to strengthen himself.
What's more, he gave me so much that I didn't know how to refuse.
Don't worry, the agreement I reached with him does not include changing the current situation in Greyhawk, but is limited to cooperation in the outer planes."
"And what about those dark elves who summoned you?"
Mordenkainen asked again calmly.
In his opinion, this matter was filled with an unusual weirdness from beginning to end.
After all, normally, if those drow summoned Zuo Si to achieve a certain purpose or complete a transaction, they should return immediately after discovering that the summoning was successful.
But the truth was, the priest of the spider goddess Rose had no intention of coming back to fight back. Instead, after the "Eight Leaves" wizard left, she allowed Zuo Si to destroy the magic circle and the seal and leave easily.
"You ask me?
How could I know.
In fact, I am still confused about this matter.
You may not believe it, but when I was summoned, I was still doing some magical experiments.
But those drow obviously used something incredibly powerful, which caused me to be confused and unable to concentrate. I could only throw out a projection and let them pull it.
And for your sake, I didn't do anything to the Eight-Leaf Mage who initiated the attack.
So I am a victim in this matter.
Even if there may be some conspiracy, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.
To be exact, this is the first time since I became Lord of the Ninth Layer of Baator that I have been forced to respond to prayers, sacrifices, and summons."
Zuo Si stated his position and situation very clearly.
Although he already had some guesses as to why those followers of Rose were making such a big move, he would never reveal it to the great wizard with a strong hairstyle in front of him.
"Forced summon?"
Mordenkainen instantly grasped a key word, and at the same time, he recalled the shattered powder placed on the top of the stone pillar, and instantly understood the function of the red crystal.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a sub-artifact specifically used to enhance the summoning effect.
Only the power of a sub-artifact can forcibly summon a projection of a great devil from a lower plane.
You should know that under normal circumstances, if a spellcaster wants to summon a powerful creature from another dimension, he generally needs the other party's consent to succeed.
Especially the Demon Lords of the Abyss and the Great Devils of Baator, they can only be interested in the conditions and intentions of the summoner. Otherwise, even if there is no error in the magic ritual, it will most likely fail.
After all, if this level of power could be summoned easily, all the main material planes would have been in chaos long ago.
But there are exceptions.
Iggwilf, the witch queen of the Greyhawk world, used her genius mind to invent a powerful spell that could ignore Graz'zt's will and forcibly summon a projection of him to fight or serve her.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Liuzhi knew about it but just did not explicitly refuse, allowing this mortal "strange woman" who dared to rape him to borrow a little insignificant power.
In a game like this of love and hate, the lustful Lord Wu An would probably enjoy it.
The theoretical basis for Igwilfu's creation of this magic was also circulated in the form of notes among many evil forces.
After figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, Mordenkainen was obviously much more relaxed.
He was now certain that Zuo Si in front of him was not his enemy, at least not yet.
As he always advocated maintaining a balance between good and evil, he didn't see any problem in cooperating with Iuz.
After all, Mordenkainen himself had cooperated with demonic forces more than once, and then quickly defected after the other party's forces over-expanded, leading his own army to launch a backstab on the spot.
It can be said that the speed and reasons for his changing his attitude are so impressive that even the devil, who is known for his capriciousness and willfulness, cannot compare to him.
It can even be said that all camps and forces in the entire Greyhawk world have no trust in Mordenkainen and his private army.
Whenever they appear on the battlefield, both sides will immediately become alert and take a defensive stance until they clearly choose the target of attack, and then the other side will relax.
If it weren't for the fact that Mordenkain and Baye were strong enough, and he himself had shown great potential to become a god, so that other forces didn't dare to offend him to death, otherwise, based on this kind of behavior pattern, he would have been pinned to the ground and beaten up by the two sides long ago.
However, Mordenkainen obviously didn't care about the outside world's views and evaluations, and didn't think there was anything wrong with maintaining balance. He was busy analyzing the strength of Zuo Si's projection. After a long while, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I believe you were forced to be involved in some unknown conspiracy. What are your plans next?"
“No special plans.
Now that I have come to Os, I naturally have to walk around, have a look, and appreciate the customs and culture of this world.
After all, this is just a projection. It does not possess the power of the original planeswalker, and it cannot pose any threat to the gods, so there is no need for you to be so nervous.
And I really want to know what the dark elves who summoned me are planning."
Zuo Si spread his hands and looked very calm and relaxed.
"I'm sorry, but with what you did in Faerun, Baator, and the Abyss, it's hard not to be nervous.
Because your potential destructive and lethal power is simply too terrifying.
It means a world-destroying disaster for any civilization in the world.
Even if it is just a projection, it should not be underestimated.
If possible, I hope you can wear this ring when you are in Oss.
It allows me to contact you and locate you instantly when I need you.”
As he spoke, Mordenkainen pulled out an ordinary silver magic ring from his pocket.
Obviously, this was a naked and undisguised temptation.
He wanted to further judge the danger in this way.
If Zuo Si agreed to wear the ring, it would mean that he had little intention of taking the initiative to cause trouble. In theory, he would not overreact as long as there was no external stimulation.
But if he disagrees, Mordenkainen will immediately go back and make an emergency plan in case of emergency.
I have to say that the two of them have very striking similarities in that they never trust others and only trust themselves.
"No problem, I accept."
Zuo Si took the ring from the other person's injured finger without any hesitation and put it on his empty finger.
This action immediately lowered Mordenkainen's guard to the lowest point.
In the following time, they discussed together the current situation of Gray Eagle, the relationship between the gods, the game of forces among various parties, and matters that need special attention.
After explaining all this, Mordenkainen gave Zuo Si the teleportation privileges to the Mage Tower in the Obsidian Base, welcomed him to visit, and then cast a teleportation spell and left.
Feeling the power contained in the magic ring in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile slightly: "Communication, tracking and positioning? Do you think you can monitor me in real time with this thing? How naive!
Even if my spellcasting level and knowledge are taken away, the Great Devil's divine power can easily transform and shield it.
After all, creating things out of nothing is one of the most basic abilities of gods and quasi-gods."
As he spoke, a ball of fire from the deepest part of Baator Hell was released from Zuo Si's palm, which directly wrapped around the ring and quickly melted it into molten iron. It was then reshaped and took on a dark color like red copper.
Not only that, a ruby emitting the breath of hell is inlaid on the top of the ring as an embellishment.
After doing all this, he cast a teleportation magic and returned directly to the caravan camp.
As soon as I appeared, I saw a very interesting scene.
Isadore, the adopted son, was seen holding a long sword against the neck of the leader's daughter, Anne.
As for his few close friends, they had been beaten half to a pulp and were tied up with ropes, unable to move.
The rest of the people who escaped, including the caravan leader, formed a circle with weapons in hand, glaring at the traitor.
"Back off! Everyone back off! Or I'll kill her!"
Isadore roared like a madman to cover up the tension, panic and despair in his heart.
He couldn't believe that his foolproof plan had gone so wrong.
You have to know that he secretly joined this sect several years ago when Iuz had just begun to spread his faith and expand his influence. Initially, he just wanted to gain power and strength.
But who would have thought that instead of gaining power and authority, they were forced to pass on messages and provide intelligence they knew under the threats and intimidation of the other party, and occasionally even secretly smuggle some contraband in the caravan and deliver it to the designated recipients.
If anything went wrong, they would be severely punished and suffer the pain of whips and torture instruments.
As a young merchant apprentice, Isadore was terrified of the church for a long time and wanted to escape all the time.
But as he served the church for longer periods of time and made more contributions, he was gradually promoted and was no longer at the bottom of the exploited and oppressed group.
Those so-called "diehards" were people who were placed in the caravan with the help of the church.
By interacting with other businessmen in the caravan, this guy collected a lot of useful information for the church.
The latter reaped staggering amounts of money from kidnapping, ransom, and looting alone, while forcing other merchants to join the church and serve Iuz's evil plans.
It was precisely because he had escaped from the lowest level of exploitation and oppression, and was even able to exploit and oppress others, that Isadore's thinking and mentality began to change, and he even enjoyed this feeling a little.
However, he also knew that the demon demigod he believed in had a bad reputation in many places, so he never revealed his beliefs and the church organization behind him. He planned to wait until his adoptive father was too old to work and then let him take the position, and then find a way to replace all other members of the caravan with obedient subordinates.
But who would have known that just when everything seemed to be going well, Zuo Si suddenly showed up and in just two days made him mentally unbalanced, and under strong emotions of jealousy and resentment, he prepared to take action in advance.
Isadore first had his men blend into the water-fetching team, then took advantage of the others' unpreparedness to attack them one by one and knock them unconscious, and then notified the orcs hiding in a secret base in the forest to come and help silence them.
But what he never expected was that these guys who should have been dead now actually all escaped back alive and even knew the truth.
In desperation, he could only kidnap the leader's daughter Annie to ensure that he would not be cut into pieces.
Don't ever think that the businessmen in this world will follow the philosophy of "harmony brings wealth".
Just the opposite!
Their business model is actually closer to armed escort. Everyone carries weapons with them, and when necessary, they will fight desperately with monsters and bandits who block the road and rob people.
It is impossible to work in this industry for a few years without having blood on your hands.
Therefore, there is no psychological burden at all when doing things like killing people and dumping bodies in the wild.
Especially when the target is an enemy who almost kills you.
"Let go Annie! I can let you leave alive!"
But he was smart enough to just say "I" let you leave instead of "we".
This means that others still retain the right to take revenge.
Being able to stay in a cult for so long without dying, Isadore was no fool. He immediately heard the language trap and sneered, "Dear foster father, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
I actually want to play a word game like this!
If you don't want Annie to be hurt or die, all of you must immediately swear by the gods you believe in not to take any threatening actions afterwards.
Otherwise, after death, the soul will fall into the abyss and become food for the devil. "
I have to say that the request made by Isadore was really quite vicious.
After all, in a world with gods and magical powers, if you swear an oath in the name of your patron saint and break it, there is a high probability that it will come true.
This means that once the people present take the oath, they will be forced to give up the idea of killing him.
No one would want their soul to fall into the abyss after death.
Just as the caravan leader and the others looked at each other, wondering whether they should let this bastard go, Isadore's hand holding the sword was suddenly grabbed tightly by another hand, and then bent little by little in the face of the overwhelming power advantage. Finally, there was a crisp sound of broken bones, and the whole person fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! My...my wrist!"
"It is extremely disrespectful to hold a young and beautiful lady hostage with a sharp weapon and threaten to kill her."
Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness, still with his usual faint smile on his face.
"Go to hell, you ungrateful bastard!"
Anne, who had escaped from the trap, was obviously very angry. She immediately raised her leg and kicked Isadore hard in the vital part between his legs.
Bang! The sound of "chicken flying and eggs smashed" instantly echoed in everyone's ears, causing all the men to subconsciously clamp their legs together. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they all seemed to be experiencing phantom pain.
As for Isadore, his eyeballs bulged out of his body in pain, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, and foam kept coming out of his mouth.
The leader of the caravan, whose anger bar was already full, rushed forward without saying a word, swung the blunt side of the one-handed axe and smashed the adopted son's limbs a few times, then dragged the broken ankle to an open space far away from the campfire, and roared viciously: "You just wait to die here! It won't be long before the wild beasts and wolves in the forest will smell the blood and come here.
Then you will experience the feeling of being eaten alive.
Believe me, this will be the best punishment for your ungrateful and shameless betrayal."
"No! You can't do this to me! It's all that outsider's fault! He was the one who took away what was supposed to be mine first!"
Isadore seemed to foresee his own tragic end and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
It's a pity that things have developed to this point and no one will forgive what he did.
Especially after knowing that his faith is the evil Iuz.
What made Isadore even more defenseless was that, with the help of the light from the distant campfire, he witnessed with his own eyes in the last moments of his life that Anne, who was supposed to be his wife, took the initiative to throw herself into Zuo Si's arms and gave him a passionate kiss.
He had been looking forward to such a kiss for seven years but never got it until his death.
There is no doubt that this is an in-person NTR.
When Isadore thought that the two might engage in further intimacy, his heart was filled with uncontrollable pain, anger, and resentment.
Fortunately, this intense stimulation did not last long and was soon replaced by the fear of facing death.
Just as the caravan leader said, the smell of blood can easily attract wolves and other carnivorous beasts in the forest.
After all, bleeding means injury, and injured prey is much easier to catch than uninjured prey.
Along with pairs of flashing green eyes and creepy growls emerging from the darkness, a group of dire wolves that were larger and more terrifying than ordinary wolves walked out of the darkness.
"Don't...don't come over here! Get away! I'm not your food!"
Isadore was obviously frightened by the sharp fangs and the stench coming from the wolf's mouth, and he desperately moved his body and head to create distance.
But after confirming that the prey has no ability to resist, the dire wolf immediately rushed forward with a howl and dismembered the prey alive by biting it.
He wailed for three or four minutes before finally breathing his last due to excessive blood loss.
With the death of the body, the soul quickly breaks free from its shackles and begins to report to the gods it served during its lifetime.
Just when Isadoremin was feeling anxious and unsure about how Iuz would deal with him, another force instantly enveloped him.
The next second...
He suddenly felt dizzy, and a huge crack suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sucking his soul in.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a huge river, and was drifting forward by the rushing water.
Some creatures that look like demons are busy on boats fishing up souls from the river and sending them to the shore.
Styx!
Isadore instantly understood where he was.
After all, he had read some books provided by the church and had some understanding of the outer planes.
I just don't understand why I should go to the gods I serve to report? Why did I suddenly come to Baator Hell where the Styx flows? Just when Isadore was puzzled, a devil on a ship dragged him to the deck with tools, grinned and said to his companions beside him: "Hahahaha! Look!
Another soul marked by the Ninth Layer! And it was marked by the great Lord Soth himself! I don’t know whether this guy should be considered lucky or unlucky. "
"Soth? Lord!"
Isadore's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
Because he remembered it clearly. The outsider who caused him to fall into this situation today called himself Sos.
“That’s right! Although I don’t know exactly what happened.
But the god you believe in has obviously sold your soul to the lord of the ninth plane, His Excellency Soth, the crown prince of hell chosen by Asmodeus, the lord of hell.
Believe me, when you are sent to the ninth level, the demons there will definitely take extra care of you. "
As he said this, the devil who was in charge of salvaging and transporting souls showed a gloating expression.
moment!
Isadore seemed to understand something and slumped down on the boat, holding his head in complete collapse and despair.
He simply couldn't believe that the "pretty boy" he was madly jealous of was actually a big devil who could rival the gods, a horrible monster who could crush him to death a thousand or ten thousand times with just a flick of his finger.
What’s even more terrifying is that he actually tried every possible means to get rid of the other party and took actual action.
It's over! What kind of torture, abuse and pain will I have to face from the demons after I reach the ninth level?
If I had known the truth earlier, I would still be jealous!
Maybe he would even send the leader's daughter Annie directly to the other party's bed for him to enjoy.
It's just a green hat, no big deal.
Maybe the half-devil that was born would grow up to be a demigod like Iuz.
By then, the benefits that the adoptive father would gain from it would be unimaginable.
But it's too late now.
The more Isadore thought about it, the more scared he became, the more regretful he became, and the more he felt that there was no hope at all for the future. There was only pitch-black darkness, and he curled up into a ball, trembling.
If it had been any other soul, the devil in charge of the salvage would have whipped it long ago.
However, they showed rare tolerance and sympathy to this unfortunate guy.
Because in the ninth layer of Baator, when the fallen souls are being exploited, they endure not only physical torture and interrogation, but also mental torture.
According to rumors, the latter can even make people crazy enough to ignore physical pain and squeeze out several times more divine energy than usual.
…
While the projection of the Grey Eagle world was enjoying the young girl's active embrace and waiting for the spider goddess Rose to contact him, Zuo Si's real body far away in the continent of Faerun was also not idle.
To be precise, by hiring a large number of adventurers regardless of cost and price, he has found several suspicious targets in the Luoyan Desert and is considering whether to go there himself to dig or send his men to do it for him.
You know, digging in a desert created by magic and divine power is not an easy task.
In order not to alarm the gods of Mulhorand, it is definitely not possible to use powerful magical powers, and it is also impossible to use too advanced oil-burning machinery.
It can only be mined bit by bit by workers, undead creatures and constructs using primitive tools.
Moreover, we must be extremely careful when excavating, and try not to damage the buildings buried under the yellow sand and the various texts and symbols remaining on the surface.
Because these things are very likely to be the clues to reveal and open the crystal prison of Pandrem, the "God Butcher".
Just as Zuo Si was hesitating, the fat and pale figure of the "Immortal" Ovo suddenly rushed in from outside.
Fortunately, the entrance door was designed according to the size of the Iron Golem, otherwise if it was replaced with a normal door, it would probably get stuck due to its width.
As soon as he walked into the door, Ovo immediately said in an excited tone: "My young friend, have you heard of the [Kardalin Magic Stone]?"
"[Kaldarin Magic Stone]? Do you mean the stone that can store magical power, which was widely used by the Sarrukh witches as early as the Creator Period and was later discovered by the Netherese arcanist Elorion?"
Zuo Si immediately showed an interested expression on his face.
Because in terms of level, this thing can be classified as a sub-artifact.
Unlike Ioun Stone, which is more like a gemstone in appearance, it looks like black shale and is very, very fragile. Its only use is to store spells.
Doesn't it sound a lot like storing magic in gemstones? In fact, the modern magic storage technology of gemstones in Faerun was developed from the [Kadalin Magic Stone].
However, the spells stored in the [Kadalin Magic Stone] do not need to be activated, but can be thrown out directly.
This stone will automatically shatter when it hits a hard object and release the spell.
In other words, if you have a hundred Kadarin Magic Stones that store three-ring Fireball spells, you can throw them all out in an instant to cause a hundred three-ring Fireball spell damages and kill the target instantly.
Therefore, throughout the entire Netheril era, [Kaldarin Magic Stone] was an absolutely top-notch strategic material, and each floating city would store some in case of emergency.
The great arcanists also used this stone and dragon magic to create dragon-like creatures whose entire bodies were made of [Kadalin Magic Stone].
With just one command, this construct dragon can release corresponding magic by consuming scales of varying sizes carved with [Kadalin Magic Stone] on its body. It is equivalent to carrying a super construct that can store and release magic.
Later, with the fall of Netheril, the number of [Kaldarin Magic Stones] circulating in the market became increasingly smaller, and now they are basically no longer seen.
Even if one occasionally appears, it can usually only store spells of one to three levels, and the price is as high as 20,000 gold coins.
Since it cannot be popularized on a large scale, its role is limited to adventurers using it to save their lives at critical moments.
Ovo grinned and nodded. "Yes, it's the kind of stone that can store magic. Two days ago, when I arranged for a group of apprentices to go to the Anauroch Desert in the ruins of Netheril in the north for a trial, one of the little guys found this deep in an abandoned collapsed mine."
As he spoke, the great arcanist took out a piece of black rock slightly larger than a fingernail from his pocket.
Zuo Si took it and felt it for a while. He was immediately delighted and asked in an uncertain tone, "You mean... this abandoned and collapsed mine may contain a large amount of [Kaldarin Magic Stone] that has not been mined in the Netheril era?"
"That's absolutely right! I checked some archives from the Netheril period and found that the mine did not belong to any floating city or archmage.
This means that it must have been illegally mined.
In order to avoid being caught, the discoverers would certainly not dare to carry out large-scale excavation and mining, and they would also have to strictly control the amount entering the market.
So according to on-site exploration, the depth of the mine is very shallow, with the deepest point being less than 30 meters from the ground.
There must be more [Kadalin Magic Stone] below that has not been mined.
This is an amazing fortune!
Help us restore the great wealth of Netheril!"
Ovo announced excitedly with his arms spread wide.
In his opinion, this was a good sign that the Netherese civilization was about to revive.
Otherwise, why hadn't this mine been discovered before, but was instead found by an apprentice when magic education began to flourish on a large scale in the West Coast Empire?
"It's indeed a good sign. Do you have any suggestions on mining? Or are there any special things we should pay attention to when mining the [Kadalin Magic Stone]?" Zuo Si asked very humbly.
Because the [Kadalin Magic Stone] is very fragile, and he has not found any records of its excavation and mining in any books.
Ovo stroked his fat chin and recalled for a moment: "To mine this rare and precious magic resource, we must first ensure that there is absolutely no magic power in the mine. It is best to create an anti-magic area.
Secondly, you must never use destructive methods like mining other minerals, but instead you must carefully remove it intact from the soil and rock.
Because the larger the [Kadalin Magic Stone] is, the higher the level of spells it can store and the greater its value.
In the old days of Netheril, we assigned the most skillful slaves to dig.
Golems, undead creatures, and bumbling creatures are not up to the job.
Personally, I suggest recruiting some gnomes, halflings, and elves as miners.
Finally, there is the issue of safety.
We must send enough men to garrison near the mines and build a strong fortress to resist the marauding nomadic tribes, dragons, and various monsters in the desert.
If it's convenient, I'd like to have an airship full of dragon riders and artillery.
In any case, when it comes to the [Kadalin Magic Stone], it is never too cautious. "
"No need to go to such trouble. Since we are going to be active in the old land of Netheril, let's just build a floating city."
Zuo Si simply took out a card and transformed it into a real object.
Suddenly, a large polished crystal more than one meter tall appeared out of thin air in the open space of the room. As soon as it appeared, it was tightly connected with the surrounding magic net, continuously drawing energy from it.
At the same time, a unique magical force field began to radiate from the crystal in all directions.
"This... This is the Mystra Core! A brand new Mystra Core that has never been used? Where did you get it from? Could it be that you are also with the Goddess of Magic..."
The red light in Ovo's eyes suddenly surged. He walked straight forward and gently stroked the surface of the crystal with trembling hands. He was filled with a strong sense of unreality.
As a great arcanist, he naturally could not mistake the Core of Misera, which is the core of the floating city.
The question is where did this new Misera Core come from? You know, since the Deep Magic Web was sealed by the second generation of the Magic Goddess, no arcane spellcaster can create such a top-notch alchemical item.
"Ahem! Don't make wild guesses. I tried to make this Misera Core myself not long ago using the information you gave me."
Zuo Si interrupted the other party by coughing twice.
Because he understood that this person probably thought that he was just like Elminster, who relied on selling his body and looks to get the magic goddess to open a back door for him.
"Make it yourself? Can you cast arcane magic above the ninth level from the Netheril era?"
Ovo suddenly turned around and looked up and down at the young man in front of him who had given him huge surprises time and time again.
Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Is it strange? This world has never been fair. As a new generation of the Goddess of Magic, it is reasonable for me to get some extra privileges, right?"
Reasonable?
Reasonable ass!
Ovo cursed in his heart, which was very rare.
Is opening the deepest magic network a normal privilege? Even though the second-generation magic goddess who loves to mess around likes Elminster so much, she didn't give him the ability to cast magic above the ninth ring.
The great arcanist now seriously suspected that Zuo Si must have made some unknown PY transaction with the third-generation magic goddess Midnight, or he himself was the illegitimate child secretly born by the goddess when she was a mortal.
Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to receive such treatment.
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