It is located at the junction of the Mir Forest and the Spider Swamp. At a glance, all you can see is the red weathered bare Gobi desert and the low earthen houses that are randomly located on the hillside in no particular order.
When the wind blows, dust mixed with gravel can directly cover the sky and the sun, making it impossible for people to see places a little further away.
There is virtually no agriculture and no grazing as the land and climate are totally unsuitable for farming.
The local residents could only eke out a living by relying on a small number of workshops and providing services such as accommodation to passing caravans.
The extreme drought has also led to a scarcity of water resources.
The entire town relies on a deep well located in a huge cave for daily water.
Normally, such extremely precious resources essential for survival under special circumstances would definitely trigger a series of brutal fights.
The person or force that ultimately wins will establish an unshakable dictatorship in Amkesalan and make a fortune by selling water at high prices.
After all, a person may not die if he does not eat for a few days, but he will definitely not survive if he does not drink water for a few days, and the death process will be extremely painful.
But fortunately, the town did not engage in a bloody fight over its only water resource.
The reason is that a warrior monk monastery took over the well and distributed the water to everyone in a relatively fair manner. At the same time, they also took the initiative to assume the responsibility of maintaining law and order and resisting invasions by bandits and monsters.
To be precise, Amkhtaran was built around this astonishing monastery.
Although it is located in Kalinshan, it has never been part of the country's administrative system. It is more like an independent village that is "self-built" and "autonomous".
The most important thing is that this place is poor and dilapidated, and its geographical location is not important, let alone posing a so-called threat.
Therefore, whether it was when it was ruled by the Entangled Symbol in the past, during the reign of Shane VII, or the current West Coast Empire, no officials or troops were sent to take over, but instead the Monk Monastery was allowed to maintain its status quo.
After all, there were no people in Amkhsalan, no mines, and even the land itself had no value at all. There was not even a river or a bush around it.
Even if Zuo Si himself were to draw up a development plan, for a barren town like this with only a few hundred people, the most he could do was to move people to relatively fertile land and build a village.
What's more, in the monastery of the small town in front of him lived a monk who might be the strongest monk in the entire continent of Faerun, and also the strongest son of Baal - Balthazar.
He is a monk of LV30 professional level, and has mastered a lot of secret skills that most monks have never even heard of, such as [Reverse Resistance], [Shadow Stance], [Moon Shadow Style], [Flame Sun Style], [Piercing Palm], [Stunning Fist], etc.
Coupled with his strong willpower that had sealed Baal's power since his awakening and never intended to use it, he was completely invincible in close combat.
Legendary warriors of the same level or even ancient dragons would be taken away on the spot by a series of violent attacks if they were not careful.
In fact, among the "Five Descendants", the one that Melisand feared the most was Balthazar, who had no desires and was determined to completely eliminate his other brothers and sisters, and then commit suicide to destroy all of Baal's bloodline in this world.
If he really did it, it would inevitably greatly weaken the power of the Blood Throne.
Even if Melisand's final plan to become a god succeeds, she will face a considerable trouble.
At this moment, Balthazar and Melissan were on the rooftop of the second floor of the monastery, staring at each other across a table.
Although the former was wrapped in a slightly tattered robe, one could still see a large number of sealing runes tattooed on his bald head.
Especially the mysterious symbol between the eyebrows. Even Melisand could vaguely feel a sense of oppression that could not be described in words.
Obviously, although Balthazar has never used the power of Baal, with the deaths of many other sons of Baal, the divine power and divinity in his body have long accumulated to a critical point.
Now all he needs is an opportunity, an opportunity that comes from his own understanding of killing and death, and he can instantly transform into a true demigod.
This made Melissan, who had just become a demigod, felt uneasy, and she desperately wanted to find a way to get rid of it.
However, because they were unsure of Balthazar's cards, they were afraid to take any risks and did not dare to try it rashly.
So the man who was once the first chosen of Baal came up with the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife, which was to instigate Balthazar to deal with several other equally powerful sons of Baal.
It would be best if you died in the process.
Even if she succeeds, it doesn't matter. She can collect enough intelligence through observation and then adopt targeted tactics.
In short, Melissan's biggest wish at the moment is to let the five races start killing each other as soon as possible.
To this end, she did not hesitate to contact these powerful sons of Baal again and again, revealing each other's plans and ambitions to them.
Unfortunately, the plan did not go smoothly.
Especially the abnormal energy surge not long ago, and the passage connecting to the Blood Throne that suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the Son of Bhaal's head, made Melisand realize for the first time that the situation seemed to be increasingly out of her control, and was gradually developing towards a runaway trend.
If things continue like this, sooner or later all five races will become quasi-gods or even demigods.
By then, the fight for the Blood Throne will inevitably become more dangerous, and all previous efforts will be wasted if we are not careful.
Thinking of this, Meilishan took a deep breath and pretended to be nervous and asked tentatively: "How about it, have you thought about it?"
Balthazar nodded calmly: "Yes, I have been preparing for this day a long time ago.
Whether it's Yagasula or Xindai, as long as they dare to start a war, I will personally take action to eliminate them.
This is both my mission and the meaning of my existence.
Compared to these, I think there are three sons of Baal who need special attention, namely Aberdare, Imon and Sancho.
Not long ago, they had carved out an independent space of their own in the kingdom of the God of Murder.
Abazig even told me that he could faintly feel the other person's presence in his own space.
That means these young sons of Bhaal are also qualified to compete for the final ownership of the Blood Throne.
Moreover, two of them, Sancho and Aberdare, can become true quasi-gods as long as they can withstand the test. "
"You are right. These two young men are indeed a potential threat. Moreover, they are allies in the same adventuring team."
There was a strange light in Melisand's eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.
As the person who controls the souls of all the Sons of Bhaal, it is impossible for her to be completely unaware of the fateful battle that is currently taking place.
Just the opposite!
Whether it was Aberdare, Sancho, or Erinikas on the other side, she could use her partial control over the Blood Throne to see everything clearly.
But the problem is that you can watch it, but if you want to intervene, you are just overthinking.
After all, every Son of Baal who awakens and reaches a level close to quasi-god will be affected by his own divine power and divinity, and will directly open up a small kingdom within the kingdom of Baal to store his spiritual essence.
It is equivalent to a miniature, simplified, castrated version of the kingdom of gods, composed entirely of the spirit and will of the Sons of Baal.
Perhaps as the true master of the entire country, the God of Murder has the ability to enter, transform, or even erase these kingdoms within a kingdom.
But Melissa couldn't do that at all.
Even getting a little closer could result in immediate and forceful expulsion.
"In any case, continue to monitor those threatening targets. I will fulfill my promise when the time is right. That's the end of our conversation today, ma'am."
After saying this, Balthazar stood up and made a gesture to see the guest off.
Seeing that her trick of sowing discord had been discovered once again, Melisand had no choice but to get up and say goodbye. Led by two monks at the door, she disappeared in the rolling yellow sand outside the monastery gate.
Standing on the second floor rooftop and looking at the desolate scenery of the town, the powerful monk couldn't help but sighed: "Has the moment that determines fate finally arrived? In this case, isn't my life also entering the final countdown? In this case, let all the killing, blood, violence and death end completely in my hands.
Baal's filthy and foulline should not remain in this world.
Whatever evil I may have to commit in the process of achieving this goal, I am willing to bear it all on my own.”
Without a doubt, Balthazar is the only one among the many sons of Bhaal who is not evil but tends to be lawful good.
If it weren't for the blood of the God of Murder flowing in his veins, he might have become a powerful and respected monk master, and forever protected this small town standing in the desolate land.
Unfortunately, from the moment Melisand came to his door, his originally peaceful and harmonious life was completely gone.
In order to suppress the ever-expanding killing power and divinity, Balthazar also prayed to the moon goddess Suren to master a talisman that could suppress and seal the power of Baal.
This is also the reason why every one of the other five races is very afraid of him.
By the way, within the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, the moon goddess Sulun is the true god of light. In the creation myth, it was she who brought the first sun.
In addition, although Su Lun is the goddess of the moon, she does not represent the moon itself.
Just like the sun god does not represent the sun, it is the result of mortals' wishful cognition and belief.
Toril's moon is just a celestial satellite, and it even has some mortals living on it.
Instead of believing in Suren, they mainly believe in the phantom goddess Leila.
It is said that in order to repay the faith of the moon people, the goddess released a huge illusion on the side facing the planet Toril, causing the people on Toril to be unable to see the buildings and creatures on the moon.
Just as Balthazar was thinking about what action he should take next, he suddenly felt as if there was someone standing behind him.
With his superhuman reflexes, he immediately turned his head at an extremely fast speed, and saw a young man with black hair and black eyes appear at the stairs about seven or eight meters away from him.
And it did not alarm the other monks who were training, meditating and patrolling in the monastery.
"Who are you? How did you get in?" Balthazar asked with a puzzled look.
Out of confidence in his own strength, he did not react too violently immediately, but wanted to first figure out the other party's identity and purpose.
“Hello, Balthazar.
Although strictly speaking this was the first time we met.
But I've actually been following you for a long time.
You can call me Soth. I believe this name does not require any further explanation. "
Zuo Si stated his identity very straightforwardly.
Because he knew that the powerful monk in front of him was not an enemy, at least not yet. Instead, he might become a good ally.
"Emperor?!"
Balthazar was visibly surprised.
After all, the town of Amksalan where the monastery is located is located on the land of Kalinshan.
Therefore, whether it was the restoration of King Shane VII and the vigorous slave liberation movement, or the later creation of a huge West Coast empire through marriage, as well as the booming economy after the establishment of the empire, he watched them all without exception.
Compared with the previous situation in Kalinshan where the ruling class lived in extravagance and debauchery and the poor at the bottom lived in dire straits for a long time, the current situation can undoubtedly be described as "paradise on earth."
In particular, a large number of the original nobles, wealthy businessmen and slave owners were purged, allowing countless resources and wealth that had been monopolized for a long time to be redistributed.
The efficient operation of the judicial and bureaucratic systems also allowed people to feel unprecedented security, order, and relative fairness for the first time.
Although Balthazar did not have professional knowledge in the fields of economics, governance, and justice, he could feel that the supreme ruler of the West Coast Empire was a very rare wise monarch who could bring long-term prosperity and stability.
So he had made preparations long ago, intending to hand over power directly when the empire sent officials to rule.
But what Balthazar never expected was that instead of waiting for officials and troops, he waited for the emperor himself.
Zuo Si said half-jokingly, "That's right. I think no one in Kalinshan dares to use my name to cheat. Because according to the law, anyone who does so will be sentenced to death."
"If I'm not mistaken, you definitely didn't come here for Anmuksalan, a small town with only a few hundred people. Because it's not worth the emperor of the empire to come in person." Balthazar cautiously tested.
"You guessed right. In fact, my visit this time has nothing to do with the town below. Instead, I want to discuss with you the matter about the Five Descents and the Son of Bhaal, as well as the true identity of the lady who just left."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took out a dark red book from his pocket and handed it over.
Balthazar subconsciously took it, opened it and glanced at it, and was instantly attracted by the content written in blood as ink.
Because this book is an internal scripture of the Church of Baal, recording the story of how Melisand gradually gained the favor of the God of Murder from an ordinary priest and eventually climbed to the position of the first chosen one.
Although Melissa has been trying to hide her past, Zuo Si obviously has too many ways to find relevant clues.
After reading the whole book, Balthazar's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He raised his head and asked, "So this woman is still loyal to Baal, the God of Murder? The reason why she keeps inciting us to kill each other is to be able to revive those filthy evil gods?"
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, of course not.
In fact, before the turbulent years were over, she had already betrayed the god she served and began to plan to replace him.
By collecting the souls, divinity, and power of the fallen Sons of Bhaal over the years, you can guess how powerful this lady has become.
So I suggest that from now on, it is best not to mention her name directly."
"You mean...she's a god now?"
As a monk in the monastery, Balthazar had obviously read many theological books and understood what it meant to mention a name, which might lead to the leakage of information.
"It's not certain yet. But I like to prepare for the worst in everything, so let's just assume that she has become a demigod."
Zuo Si gave an ambiguous answer.
Because although he saw Melissan when he came, he did not feel the huge pressure of being face to face with God as before.
Maybe it's because Melisand is the weakest among the gods, or it's possible that she is good at hiding.
Anyway, Zuo Si didn't want to alert the enemy for the time being.
"In other words, whether it's the Five Descendants or the large number of Sons of Bhaal that were gathered together and killed before, they were all part of that woman's plan. She is using us to make herself more and more powerful until she completely controls the Blood Throne and becomes the new God of Murder?"
Obviously, Melissan's ambitious true face gave Balthazar an unprecedented shock.
Although he had vaguely sensed before that this elderly lady who always promised power, strength, fame, and wealth to the Five Descendants, including himself, must be hiding some secret.
But no matter what, they never expected that the other party actually wanted to sacrifice all the Sons of Bhaal through deception, fooling and manipulation in order to seize the Blood Throne and become a god themselves.
What's even more ridiculous is that most of the Sons of Bhaal regard him as an amiable protector.
Even the Five Descendants only believed that Melisand was a priestess of the Church of Baal, who wanted to help the most powerful Son of Baal ascend to the throne of God so that they could be rewarded afterwards.
How insidious and cunning! How cold and cruel! The ambition and madness that were about to burst out directly shattered the original image of Melissan in Balthazar's mind, and replaced it with a demon that was more evil and more crazy than the God of Murder.
He suddenly realized that compared to the Son of Bhaal who was driven by blood instinct, Melisand was the most evil and filthy being.
Seeing that the legendary monk had understood the truth of the matter, Zuo Si said in a leisurely tone: "You guessed right.
According to my investigation, after Baal died, his church began to actively take action to gather the Sons of Baal scattered around the world, hoping to resurrect their god through a grand killing and sacrifice.
Unfortunately, this sacrifice was interrupted by many kind and neutral organizations, including the Harpers.
The person who leaked the information to these organizations was the first chosen one who betrayed the God of Murder.
Through this betrayal, she not only successfully disrupted Baal's resurrection plan, but also stole a large number of souls, divinity and divine power of the Sons of Baal, and also gained partial control over the Blood Throne.
So compared to other sons of Baal, this woman is the most dangerous enemy.
I know you have longed to purge the world of the foul bloodline left by the God of Murder, or even to destroy him once and for all so that he cannot be resurrected.
Coincidentally, I also happen to have such a desire.
Since we share a common goal, why not form an alliance?"
"Alliance? Are you also eyeing the Bloody Throne?"
Balthazar suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and exuding a terrifying "aura".
An invisible force field began to expand around him.
The reason why the word "momentum" is in quotation marks is because it is not a description, but an energy that can be felt personally. It is also a unique power system of monks.
Its essence is still the application of magical energy.
By manipulating these energies, the monk can use his attacks and breathing to perform many spell-like effects with his bare hands, and can also use energy to strengthen himself.
A monk like Balthazar who has reached level 30, when endowed with the secret art of [Reverse Resistance], can even rely on his body's terrifying magic resistance and immunity to directly withstand many nine-ring magics and only suffer minor injuries.
Magic spells that have effects like immobilization, charm, control, instant death, etc., are completely ineffective.
Obviously, such a fierce reaction shows that Balthazar is hostile to his father Baal in his bones.
In his opinion, whether it is the Son of Bhaal, Melisand, or anyone else who desires this power, they are all potential huge threats and must be eliminated.
However, Zuo Si was obviously not frightened by the other party. He just pursed his lips and smiled.
Save your energy.
You are not my opponent, and I am not your enemy.
After all, I have never concealed my intentions for the Blood Throne.
But what you want to get is a little different from what you imagined.
I have no intention of becoming a god. I simply want to take away the priesthood enormous of death that originally belonged to Baal, as well as the divine power accumulated in the Blood Throne.
In this way, even if your father is resurrected through some means in the future, his power and influence will be greatly weakened, and he will no longer be able to stir up trouble like before.
Believe me, I'm very experienced in this area.
The best example is the Prince of Lies, Xirik, who fell from a powerful god to having no sense of existence at all now. "
"Then what about Sancho, Aberdare and Imoen? You don't want one of them to step forward and inherit Bal's position?" Balthazar asked with a frown.
“No, I have no such plan.
Sancho is my disciple, I am just training him.
As for whether or not to become the new God of Murder, that depends on his own choice.
Imoen was not interested in Baal's power at all.
I believe she would be very happy to give up her divinity and power and become an ordinary adventurer at the final moment.
In contrast, the situation in Aberdare is slightly more complicated.
To be precise, he has been infiltrated and controlled, and is one of the few people who can be 100% sure to become the vessel for Baal's resurrection.
That's why I came to you for cooperation.
As long as we work together, we will be able to perfectly solve all these hidden dangers."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.
Balthazar lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out his right hand and shook it tightly with Zuo Si, and warned in a very serious tone: "Okay, since you have provided so much key information, I will trust you for now.
But let me be frank.
If one day I find out that you are deceiving and using me just like that woman, don't blame me for being ruthless.
I don't care about your status as emperor, let alone your status as one of the chosen ones of God.
Even if it costs you your life, you will pay the price for it."
"Please don't worry, I won't lie to anyone but you.
There are too few people in this world who are willing to sacrifice themselves for some lofty ideals and reasons.
What's more, someone like you could have enjoyed the powerful strength brought by Baal's power and divinity with peace of mind, and pursued to inherit the Blood Throne and become a true god like other sons of Baal.
You may not believe it, but I have always admired you.
Whether it is the persistent self-restraint or the decisive choice made after learning about his life experience.
If I can, I hope you can survive in another form and experience the vastness and different customs of the multiverse with me."
After saying this, an unfathomable look appeared on Zuo Si's face, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
Balthazar stood there in a daze, unable to understand for a long time what the other party wanted to express in the end.
…
At the same time, far away in the Kingdom of Baal, centered on the Blood Throne.
Sancho was standing alone on a barren black land, looking at the blood-red sky above his head, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.
Without asking, one would know that he had been separated from the rest of the team, or his soul had been teleported to another place alone.
Because his mental power had become strong enough, and the moment the channel opened, his divine power and divinity skyrocketed, and he eventually successfully transcended the limits of mortals and ignited the spark of divinity to become a quasi-god.
This means that one can exist in a pure spiritual and philosophical form away from the physical body, and is naturally qualified to establish a small space of his own here.
As for the rest of the team, they were pulled into another relatively independent space by Aberdale.
They are currently undergoing trials with Erinikas, and their final fate will be determined by a final battle.
However, Sancho obviously didn't know all this. He just frowned and looked around, using his divine power and divinity to feel the current state of his body.
After about seven or eight minutes, he sighed slightly and smiled bitterly, "It is indeed a place in the outer plane that tends to be evil.
Am I dead? Or was I sucked into the passage above my head that connects to the Blood Throne?
If I'm not dead, what's the condition of my body now?
If you die, what is the soul that ignites the divine spark? It is really confusing. "
But despite his complaints, the boy quickly walked along a path towards the stairs leading to deeper areas.
When he passed through the dark and deep passage, his vision suddenly opened up.
On a plain covered with thorns and weeds, a man in armor holding a two-handed giant sword stood firmly in the center.
Because he was wearing a fully enclosed helmet, his face couldn't be seen clearly at all.
Just as Sancho stepped into the plain, the man who had been standing there motionless like a statue suddenly greeted him in a deep voice: "Long time no see, my dear brother.
I can't believe that you, who didn't even have the ability to resist at the beginning, have come to this point.
I thought the first person to show up here was that idiot from Aberdare.
But now it seems that you have more potential than him."
"You are... Sarevok?!"
Sancho instantly recognized the fully armed warrior in front of him as the mastermind behind a series of conspiracies in Baldur's Gate, and also the murderer who killed Aberdare's adoptive father Gorion.
"Yes, that's me."
Sarevok opened the visor of his helmet, revealing his ferocious and bloodthirsty face.
Unlike when he was alive, after his death he no longer looked as confident as before, but instead was filled with a twisted hatred as he had lost most of his divine power and divinity.
Yes, he hated the fact that the boy in front of him was not only alive, but also had reached a height that he had never reached.
Although Sarevok once gained a small piece of land in the kingdom of Baal by recruiting believers, he is still far from becoming a quasi-god.
"Why are you here?"
Sancho became a little more alert, but he didn't show any nervousness.
After all, he is now very powerful and has no need to be afraid of a failed and dead Son of Baal.
A dark red light flashed in Sarevok's eyes, and he replied in a chilling tone, "This is our father's country.
As a son of Bhaal, where else can my soul go after death if not here?
Do you know how painful it was for me every minute and every second during this period after my death?
And how eager I am to chop you and Aberdare into pieces?"
"So you're here for revenge? But I don't quite understand. Even if you want revenge, you should go to Aberdare.
If I'm not mistaken, he should be in some independent space here now."
As he spoke, Sancho took a step forward and looked into Sarevok's terrifying eyes without hesitation.
"Revenge? No, that's not what I want.
Or maybe revenge has no meaning to me now.
Because my essence as the Son of God has been taken away, only a remnant of soul is left lingering.
In other words, I have lost the qualification to compete for the inheritance of the Blood Throne.
Now I just want a chance to be resurrected.
And you are the one who can help me.
In return, I can tell you some secrets about this space and tips on how to use it properly.
At the same time, they are willing to remain loyal to you until you complete this journey and make the final choice.
How about this, isn't this a good deal?"
Sarevok stated his conditions directly.
The reason why he did not choose to find Aberdare but came to Sancho was that he saw that the latter was stronger and had a more rational way of thinking, and he was likely to become the final winner.
Since he couldn't seize the Blood Throne himself, he would help another Son of Bhaal to seize it.
As for why he did this, I'm afraid even Sarevok himself doesn't quite understand.
Because past failures were like a black hole, constantly devouring his mind.
If this point cannot be satisfied, the whole person may go completely crazy or become a numb walking corpse.
But Sancho was undoubtedly wary of the deal proposed by Sarevok. He narrowed his eyes and asked back: "How can I help you? Or what do I need to pay in the process of resurrecting you?"
"Just a tiny fragment of soul will do."
Sarevok deliberately pretended to be relaxed as he gave the answer.
moment!
Sancho's expression changed, becoming dangerous and cold, and he immediately refused: "Sorry, I'm not interested in this deal.
The soul is the most precious thing a person has.
Even just a small tear could cause huge hidden dangers.
I suggest you go straight to Aberdare, and that fool might agree."
"Don't you want to know the secrets of this space and the techniques to control it?"
Sarevok questioned loudly, obviously not expecting the boy to refuse so decisively, without even the slightest room for maneuver.
"You don't need to tell me this.
Since this is our father's country, and my arrival created this independent space, it means that it is equivalent to the projection of my spirit, will and soul.
I can reshape it by my own will and divine power.
You want to use this little thing to threaten me? Sorry, the education I received, the knowledge I mastered, and the admonitions from my mentors are beyond the reach of a warrior like you."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Sancho suddenly raised his hands and released a large amount of divine power.
The next second...
The originally dark and deep environment suddenly became colorful.
The weeds and thorns were quickly replaced by emerald green woods, bushes and grass, and a small sun rose overhead, emitting light and heat.
There is no doubt that this ability to reshape the surrounding environment through divine power is one of the basic abilities that enables gods to build their own kingdoms in the outer planes.
Sarevok's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
He couldn't believe it even in his dreams that the boy in front of him had mastered this technique for the first time, and did it much better than himself.
Just as he was racking his brains to think of how to get the other party to agree to help him resurrect, a burst of crisp applause came from behind.
"Well done. My dear disciple, it seems that you have reached the level where you can become a master. How do you feel as a semi-spiritual, semi-material quasi-god? Do you feel that you can do anything?"
Zuo Si clapped his hands and looked with interest at Sancho, who inadvertently exuded majesty, and the surrounding environment that had been completely changed.
Although this independent space is not large, with a radius of only a few hundred meters, it is still quite difficult to achieve this.
After all, this is a creation out of thin air, and it is a plant-type life.
"Teacher? Why are you here?!"
Sancho's eyes widened in disbelief.
Zuo Si sneered and asked back, "Why can't I be here? Don't forget, I am a planeswalker who can travel freely between any plane, crystal wall, and even the universe.
As long as there is an accurate spatial coordinate, even God cannot stop me from entering or leaving.
What's more, when the passage to the Blood Throne was opened, I had already locked onto your location."
"What is going on? Why is my soul here?"
Sancho asked impatiently.
He wanted to know whether he was alive or dead in his current state.
Zuo Si walked closer, patted the boy on the shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't worry, this matter may be a little complicated to explain.
But to sum it up simply in one sentence, your deceased father, the God of Murder, is most likely causing trouble in the astral realm in an attempt to muddy the waters.
Only he can exert influence on all the sons of Baal on such a large scale and connect them to the Blood Throne."
"Wait! Are you saying that it's not just me, Aberdare, and Imoen who are affected, but all the sons of Bhaal in the entire continent of Faerûn?"
Sancho was so smart that he immediately realized the huge conspiracy behind this matter.
"Yes."
According to Davian's report, the powers of many of the Sons of Bhaal have grown much stronger as the energy surges.
Some of them couldn't help but get restless.
So I have to get you out here as soon as possible to deal with these troubles.
As long as your soul leaves here, you can immediately return to your body and wake up again."
After saying that, Zuo Si grabbed the boy's shoulders and prepared to take him back to Furen.
When the interdimensional teleportation magic was about to be activated, Sarevok could no longer resist and rushed forward and roared, "No! You can't take him away! I need a small piece of his soul to revive him!"
"Um?"
Zuo Si stopped walking instantly, turned around and looked at this ambitious man who started a war in Baldur's Gate in order to achieve the goal of becoming a god, and said with a smile: "Please give me a reason to help you."
"Just take me away from this damn place! I am willing to swear my eternal loyalty to you and serve you!"
Sharevok obviously knew that his chips were limited, so he chose to go all in from the beginning.
He understood that loyalty and ability were the only things he could offer.
"Deal. But the process and results may be slightly different from what you imagined."
There was a hint of imperceptible amusement in Zuo Si's eyes. He raised his hand and released a powerful necromancy spell, snatching Sarevok's soul directly from the kingdom of Baal and temporarily sealing it in a gem.
It's no wonder that he's planning to turn this crazy and powerful warrior into a planeswalker card.
As to whether it is an ordinary summoned creature or a more advanced follower, it still requires some consideration.
After doing all this, Zuo Si took Sancho and left the Kingdom of Bal, which was in a slow stage of collapse...
(End of this chapter)
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