This is where Cyric's famous battle in the Year of Troubles took place, and it is also the place where he killed Baal, the God of Murder, with the help of the God-Slaying Sword transformed from Mask, the God of Thieves.
It is precisely because of this that the clear river water originally flowing down from the upper reaches turns black and turbid from here onwards, emitting a disgusting smell. It only becomes slightly lighter as it passes through the mudflats near the Troll's Claw to the south, showing a brown-red color like dried blood.
The locals affectionately call it "Water of Baal".
Although the water is no longer poisonous if moved some distance from the Barriskel Bridge, it still curses those who drink it for a day.
Some wizards and scholars believe that this phenomenon may mean that after the saint of Baal was killed, part of his evil and filthy divinity and power was left in the river forever, which led to this terrible scene.
But some wizards and scholars believe that the polluted river water is simply a side effect of the divine blood blending into the river water.
Otherwise, if there were divine power and divinity, any mortal would be instantly reduced to ashes after taking a sip.
In short, there are many different speculations about the strange water in the Winding River near the Balriskael Bridge, but no one has any real evidence to prove their speculation.
What's even more outrageous is that some people who worship Baal as the god of fertility even believe that this polluted river water has aphrodisiac effects.
Therefore, they travel thousands of miles from other places just to drink a mouthful of the sewage that tastes so bad that it makes people vomit their overnight meals, so that they can go back and regain their strength...
It turns out that there is basically no big difference between men in this regard, whether on Earth or in another world.
And I don't know if it's really useful or just a psychological effect, but according to the feedback from users, the effect is actually quite good.
Of course, these are not the issues that Zuo Si cares about.
At this moment, he was standing under the Barriskel Bridge, looking at the river water that had almost become completely clear, and said in a slightly playful tone: "The essence of Baal's power that remained here has completely disappeared.
I have to admit that this move of diverting attention was a brilliant one.
He used the commotion created by the other Sons of Bhaal, including the Five, to successfully attract our attention, and then secretly found another way to create an avatar of himself.
This means that the God of Murder has already chosen a vessel for his resurrection, and it is a son of Baal who has never entered our sight."
"You mean... the place where the Saint of Baal fell under the Winding River Bridge really contains the essence of Baal as many people have speculated?"
An expression of shock and disbelief appeared on Balthazar's face.
"Hehe, why, do you find it weird?
The Saint of the Years of Troubles is no ordinary saint, but one who possesses the entire divine essence of a god.
Therefore, they will truly die only when they suffer devastating damage in their saint form.
The Winding River has always been one of the most direct means of resurrection that Baal could use.
But I always think that he should choose Aberdare or other five races as a carrier, draw strength from the water of this river, and finally achieve his own resurrection.
But this God of Murder took a different approach and secretly hid a Son of Bhaal as his final trump card.
Perhaps he has now successfully resurrected in the body of his offspring, but has not yet returned to the Blood Throne to reclaim all of his power."
After saying that, Zuo Si bent down and scooped up a pool of water from the river, which had become almost completely clear, and felt the evil power that had almost completely dissipated.
He was not too surprised that there were still Sons of Bhaal left in this world.
After all, Melisand did her best to run around the continent of Faerun, gathering together a large number of confirmed Sons of Bhaal, and then created a brutal massacre to collect divine power and divinity.
But given the quantity and breadth of seeds sown by Bal that year, it is almost impossible to catch them all in one fell swoop.
Not to mention her, even after more than a hundred years when the three gods of death were successfully resurrected, there were still some that slipped through the net.
As long as there is a son of Bhaal alive in the world, there is a possibility that the God of Murder will make a comeback.
"So what are you going to do next?"
Balthazar frowned, obviously quite anxious about this situation.
He was very afraid that his father Baal would be fully resurrected and use the evil and filthy power in his body to affect him.
Zuo Si pursed his lips and replied in a slightly playful tone: "Whatever the God of Murder is planning, the empty Blood Throne is there.
What I have to do is to directly trigger the final battle and attract all those who are eyeing the throne of God to show up.
There are countless lies, deceptions, and illusions in this world that can confuse a person and cause him to make wrong judgments.
But there is one thing that can never be faked, and that is visible and tangible strength.
So please convey a message to the last five descendants for me. Let us put an end to this farce in front of the Blood Throne of the Kingdom of Baal in ten days."
Hearing this, Balthazar's expression changed slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Are you going to declare war on them?"
Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully: "No, not just them, but all the sons of Baal who want to become the new god. I will destroy them mercilessly in this war of gods, and then take what I want."
"Are you crazy? Those two guys are now absolute demigods, and my father is hiding in the dark, watching us eagerly."
Balthazar obviously didn't quite understand this sudden change in attitude and strategy.
In his opinion, how to deal with Abazig and Melissan requires long-term planning, and it would be safer to at least separate the two and defeat them one by one.
"It doesn't matter. They are just demigods with weak divine power. Even if they unite, how much of a threat can they pose? Don't you think so?"
As he spoke, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the Sun Knight Davian who was following him.
The latter immediately understood what he meant and quickly put his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
"Please rest assured that I will demonstrate all my strength in this battle of gods to prove myself."
Seeing that Zuo Si and Davidian showed such strong confidence, Balthazar naturally didn't say anything more. He could only nod and agree, then turned and left.
However, he did not completely trust this ally, but prepared himself for the final battle.
This determined legendary monk had no fear of death at all.
Because as early as when he learned about his life experience and lineage, he made up his mind to sacrifice himself when necessary in exchange for the world no longer being threatened by the evil god of murder.
Moreover, Balthazar had secretly prepared a special move that could severely injure or even kill the demigod in an instant.
Just like that, with Zuo Si's return, the decisive battle for the Blood Throne finally began and entered the final countdown.
The gods of Toril also cast their eyes over, wanting to see who would have the last laugh.
Since the God Above Gods sent out his own Seraphim servants, they have given up the idea of further meddling and intervention.
After all, the turbulent years had not been over for long, and Io's dissatisfaction with the gods' frequent interference in mortal affairs was still ringing in his ears. No one dared to cause trouble blatantly at this time.
Just as Balthazar left and Zuo Si was about to teleport back to the Mage Tower, he suddenly saw a sturdy man with a thick beard appear out of nowhere.
He was wearing slightly worn armor, his eyes were covered with a white cloth, his right arm had no palm, only the wrist was wrapped with the same white bandage, there was a very bright and dazzling halo on his forehead, and his whole body exuded a strong light of goodness.
Tyr, the god of justice?
Zuo Si recognized the identity of the person in an instant, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Because in his opinion, he and the god of justice had nothing in common, and all previous cooperation was carried out through Ilmater, the god of suffering.
He really couldn't figure out why the other party came to incarnate at this time.
"Hello, young man, would you mind taking a moment to chat with me?"
Tyr took the initiative to extend the invitation.
It is not difficult to tell from the not-so-obvious fluctuations of divine power on his body that this is not a combat incarnation, but an ordinary incarnation of the lowest level and most inconspicuous type, the kind that can even be captured and imprisoned by mortals.
"Of course, it's my pleasure."
Zuo Si agreed very readily, and gestured to his followers to go back first, and then followed him directly.
The two men continued southeast along the road connected to the Balishkel Bridge until they saw the city walls of Soba, as well as merchants coming in and out to trade and soldiers patrolling on horseback. Only then did they finally stop.
Til stared at the direction of the city with his eyes covered by a cloth. After a full minute, he asked without turning his head, "Your goal is to build a prosperous and powerful magic empire in this world, right?"
Obviously, although his eyes were completely poked out and there was nothing in the eye sockets under the cloth, just two black holes, it did not affect his vision.
Because gods are different from mortals.
They do not rely on any organs to perceive their surroundings.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I have never hidden my ambitions and ideas about this. Because I want to show a possibility, a social structure and ruling method that has never appeared in the continent of Faerun."
"I've begun to feel this gradually.
You created an unprecedented large and complex bureaucratic system, allowing them to manage and collect taxes instead of traditional aristocrats; at the same time, you also used the power of the church to build a judicial system of checks and balances to restrain and deter bureaucrats in power and minimize the occurrence of corruption and money-for-power transactions.
In addition, a large number of new technologies and magic have been applied to daily life, bringing unprecedented convenience and benefits to millions of civilians.
The public schools and examination selection systems that were built with huge investments have given the poor at the bottom hope of achieving class mobility.
To be honest, I still find it hard to believe that all this was done by a big devil who tends to be lawful evil.
What's even more interesting is that you don't suppress kindness and fairness, but instead encourage my paladins and priests to teach people to be good.
If you don't mind, could you tell me what the ultimate purpose of all this is?"
As he spoke, Tyr's tone revealed a strong curiosity.
Because he had been observing the West Coast Empire for a long time, and had even witnessed the judicial trials and the overall operation of society in this huge emerging country more than once.
It can even be said that the overall situation of the West Coast Empire is much better than that of Neverwinter, whose main belief is the God of Justice.
You have to know that Neverwinter has a large number of nobles who control a lot of wealth, land, and power.
Even Lord Nasir couldn't do anything good about them.
After all, the privileges of the nobility had long been written into the city's legal code.
After several generations, many noble families had already lost their ancestors' precious qualities such as bravery, fearlessness, responsibility, and dedication, and became selfish and self-interested, like a rotten sore that continued to expand in the shadow of Neverwinter's bright and beautiful appearance.
This is why, when the plague broke out in Neverwinter, the entire city fell almost instantly, and many areas fell into anarchic riots, even with the leadership of the Church of the God of Justice.
Because more than half of the city's upper ruling class had long been rotten to the core.
If it were in the past, even Tyr wouldn't have had any good solution for this.
After all, noble lords are the foundation for maintaining rule and order in this world.
Without them, the ignorant civilians would have no idea how to organize production, build armies, and defend against threats from the wilderness, other dimensions, and evil forces.
But now, with the establishment of a large-scale bureaucratic and supervisory system in the West Coast Empire, everyone, even the gods, have seen another possibility.
Everyone suddenly realized that noble lords were not necessary.
Moreover, compared with the primitive and backward feudal system, parliamentary system, and governor system, the huge professional bureaucratic system can maintain the smooth operation of an extremely large empire.
The ability to mobilize terrorist organizations and allocate resources brought about by this strong centralized power is far superior to the former.
Especially the large-scale infrastructure and water conservancy construction that is currently underway. Apart from the two magical powers, Sel and Halua, there is no third country in the entire continent of Faerun that can do it.
But the infrastructure construction and water conservancy projects in Cyre and Halrua mainly rely on a large group of spellcasters, and Cyre may also have to add countless slaves and undead creatures.
But the West Coast Empire uses real people.
Although some of them are undead laborers and constructs, the proportion of living people far exceeds 50%.
During the entire process, there was no resistance or rebellion, and every worker received a generous salary.
From the outside, it seemed that if the West Coast Empire could organize hundreds of thousands of people to work collectively, then it could naturally organize the same or even larger number of people into a disciplined army.
What does it mean for hundreds of thousands or even millions of well-trained troops in the continent of Faerun? Just open the map and you will know.
It is even larger than the total population of many regions combined.
As the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement while the expert watches the details.
The empire's neighbors, especially countries like Tumis which were completely surrounded on land, had already begun to tremble in fear for any major movement on the border, and the ruling class was like a frightened bird.
There is no way. This is the sadness of being a small country surrounded by a big country. There is no sense of security at all.
As for the economic erosion, it is even more severe.
The dumping of various cheap goods has almost completely destroyed the small handicraft workshops in the country, and social conflicts caused by unemployment and poverty are endless.
As the emperor of the empire and the founder of the trade alliance, Zuo Si knew everything about the situation in his own country and its neighboring countries. He immediately responded with a smile, "I don't actually have any clear purpose.
I just want to put some of my own ideas and concepts into practice.
You can think of this as a social experiment on the development of civilization.
I wanted to prove that the success story in my hometown could be replicated in a world with magic and gods.
And I love the satisfaction that comes from building, growing, and prospering.
In my opinion, most of the world is too backward.
Although they have powerful magical powers and convenient technology, they are still unable to be applied to daily life to bring about a leap in productivity.
Since no one else can do it, I have no choice but to do it myself.
Judging from the current situation, I seem to be doing well. "
“A social experiment…”
Tyr keenly grasped a key word.
“Yeah, a social experiment.
Otherwise, what do you think it is? Don't forget, the first line of the Imperial Supreme Code states that as the emperor, I have the power to override all laws, to add or delete any law, and to pardon even the most heinous criminals.
Therefore, no matter how fair and just the other clauses in this code may seem, they are essentially tools for exercising rule.
It's just that I rarely use this power to interfere with the entire judicial system, so some people think it represents fairness and justice.
I am a dictator and a tyrant, and that has never changed."
After saying that, Zuo Si revealed his identity by showing the tyrant glove worn on the devil's hand.
He is the chosen one of Bane, the god of tyranny. He believes in the highly centralized ruling philosophy of "I am the state" and believes that strongman politics is the foundation for promoting national progress and development.
After all, it has been proven more than once in the history of the earth that only under the leadership of political strongmen can backward countries complete reforms in a short period of time and become powerful countries.
This was true in ancient times, and it is also true in modern times.
Even the so-called freest and most democratic beacon of humanity actually emerged from the Great Depression and won the Second World War under the iron-fisted rule of a political strongman, laying the foundation for becoming the world's number one power in the future.
It can even be said that without those politically strongmen, many countries would never have reached their later heights.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded. "That's right. I told the Dark Lord that as long as there are classes, there will inevitably be oppression and exploitation. Where there is order and hierarchical relationships, there will inevitably be tyranny. This view is interesting, isn't it? Because it fundamentally denies the existence of lawful goodness."
"You hate the lawful good camp?"
Tyr turned around and stared at the young planeswalker who was so close to him with his empty eyes covered with cloth.
"Hate it? No, I just think it's very unreasonable.
Because if a person is lawful, he cannot be completely good, and if a person is extremely good, he cannot be completely lawful.
The two are in conflict with each other.
I once read a very interesting book called Brave New World, and the story in the book illustrates this point very well.
I also really like the picture in the book of a world without worries, troubles or burdens, where everyone's desires and happiness can be satisfied in a cheap and quick way.”
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and used his ability to create the book out of thin air, and handed it directly to the God of Justice.
Tyr took it subconsciously, released his divine power and instantly read the entire book. His expression immediately became very strange, and he asked in an uncertain tone: "Is this the world you are from?"
"No, it's just a fantasy creation based on my hometown.
In this world, people no longer have birth, old age, sickness and death, and there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness.
Because through gene adjustment technology, all humans have perfect body and appearance that best conforms to the aesthetic standards of the time, and they will never age and almost never get sick throughout their lives.
When the life span is over, death will occur quickly and painlessly.
They don't need to form families, take on responsibilities, give birth and reproduce, as all of this has been replaced by artificial insemination and genetic manipulation.
All you need to do is complete your daily work, and then you can enjoy the physical and spiritual satisfaction to your heart's content, and you can even change your partner every day without any burden.
Once emotions such as anger, hatred, and anxiety arise, you can relieve them and gain a sense of pleasure by taking medication.
There is no conflict at all between people, and they all uphold the spirit of "everyone for me and I for everyone".
In a sense, isn't this brave new world the perfect social form that many lawful good gods seek?"
While saying this, Zuo Si had a sarcastic smile on his face.
Because the so-called "brave new world" he talked about is actually not beautiful at all. Instead, it is a horrible world where classes are extremely rigid and the fate of everyone is determined from birth.
Through genetic adjustment, people in this world are divided into four levels from the moment they are fertilized.
The highest level is trained as the top ruling class, the next level is trained as the elite class, the next level is trained as ordinary people, and the lowest level is trained to engage in heavy physical labor and does not need to learn too much knowledge.
What’s even more frightening is that this kind of training involves not only genetic adjustments, but also some domestication methods during the infancy period.
For example, the latter two lower classes would be sent to a room filled with various books and colorful toys as infants.
As soon as they become interested in books and brightly colored toys and crawl toward them, they are immediately given a mild electric shock.
Pain and discomfort can instantly cause babies to feel distress and cry loudly.
After repeating this several times, the baby will subconsciously associate books, curiosity and pain, and will instinctively reject learning and exploring the unknown when they grow up, and eventually grow into the class for which they were designed.
The first two classes will also be instilled with a lot of subtle education in their infancy, making them believe that they are born to be superior to others and to be born to manage and command the other two people who are lower than themselves.
Finally, as all desires and pleasures can be satisfied in a very cheap way, a society with completely solidified classes and extremely stable is born.
Every class considers themselves happy and can gain satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment from their work.
Obviously, if you compare this Brave New World with Mount Paradise, you will find that the two are surprisingly similar.
Perhaps the only difference is that there is at least some class mobility in Heaven Hill, and angels can get promoted by constantly accumulating good deeds.
But this also proves that Heaven Mountain is not lawful enough! Because absolute order itself means absolute class solidification, and in this respect, Brave New World is the most perfect, just as perfect as the Mechanus.
There is no doubt that the book "Brave New World" presented by Zuo Si instantly silenced the god of justice Tyr.
He kept picking it up and flipping through the contents, carefully feeling the fantasy world described in words, as well as the protagonist's evaluation of all the people in the Brave New World - "a group of soulless walking corpses". After a long time, he smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's really an excellent work.
It gave me a lot of inspiration.
I'm curious about how you view this protagonist.
He shouted that he wanted to retain his right to choose to be unhappy, left the Brave New World, and came to the seaside to live a secluded and poor life alone. In the end, he committed suicide in despair under the misunderstanding and ridicule of others.
Zuo Si stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head gently: "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you, but I don't have any opinion about this protagonist.
Because this is an extremely painful and contradictory person.
His mother was a second-class elite born in the Brave New World, but she became pregnant and gave birth to him due to an accident, and lived for a long time on a reservation with completely different values and ethics.
The values and ethics of the reservation are closer to our real world, especially in the area of sex, which is relatively conservative.
But the protagonist's mother has long been accustomed to the idea of "I am for everyone and everyone is for me", and never refuses any man who wants to have a relationship with her.
This means that in the eyes of the residents of the reservation, this mother is a prostitute who can be had for free.
Countless men would want to take advantage of it, or regard it as a cheap tool to vent their desires.
Therefore, the protagonist, who grew up in an environment of discrimination, ridicule and contempt, must have intense anger in his heart.
This anger and the values from the reservation soon produced a series of backlashes after entering the Brave New World.
Especially when he discovered that his beloved goddess was actually a bitch like his mother who would have sex with any man as soon as he asked for it, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded completely.
In a way, the protagonist is like a seed of chaos, thrown into a brave new world of absolute order.
I'm not sure if his final decision was an impulsive choice made under strong motivation.
But what is certain is that this person does not have extraordinary willpower, nor does he have the mentality to withstand all kinds of ridicule and insults calmly.
He is just an ordinary mortal, a poor creature whose birth was a complete tragedy.”
"Well, now I finally know where some of your thoughts and ideas come from.
Thank you for this book, and for the society it describes that comes very close to the lawful good ideal.
Brave New World? Perhaps it is indeed an ideal country for those mortals who have endured too much suffering and want to be relieved.
At least people living in this world, no matter their status or work, are spiritually happy and satisfied.
But at the same time, they have never experienced any pain, nor have they tempered themselves in suffering, and their hearts and souls are so empty.
I hope the empire you built won’t end up like this.”
After saying this, a faint smile appeared on Tyr's face, and then he turned into a ray of light and disappeared without a trace along with the book in his hand.
Obviously, through the brave new world described in the book, he has roughly understood what the ideal country that leftist thought wants to establish looks like.
At least in terms of material things, one must be very rich and be able to satisfy the desires and happiness needs of most people in a cheap way.
Zuo Si stood there and watched the God of Justice leave, then he chuckled and said, "Is this a test?
Or do you want to draw some inspiration from me? I hope the society described in Brave New World will not irritate the God of Justice.
Otherwise, it would be very interesting if he and the other two members of the Triumvirate jumped from Lawful Good to Neutral Good."
It is obvious that Zuo Si had ulterior motives when he took out the book Brave New World from the very beginning.
Or maybe he was conducting an experiment, trying to see if he could cause a god's camp to deviate by exerting influence.
If the experiment on Tyr is successful, then we can try to do something with the other gods next.
…
On the other side, far to the north, in the center of the Anauroch Desert, are the remains of the former Netherese Empire.
A huge floating city had just left the shadow plane and was now standing thousands of meters in the sky, overlooking the land that had been completely desertified.
Needless to say, it is the ghost city that finally returned to the material world after sufficient preparation.
Although the midday sun was very scorching at this moment, hanging above the desert, scorching everything on the ground.
But the Ghost City is always shrouded in black shadow and negative energy.
No matter how bright the light is, it will be absorbed by the thick black fog that permeates the surroundings, and will not be able to penetrate and shine on the buildings of the floating city.
After all, after so many years in the shadow plane, many residents of the floating city, especially arcane and divine spellcasters, have long transformed themselves into semi-shadow creatures to prolong their lives.
What would happen if this were illuminated by sunlight filled with powerful positive energy?
Although it won't be as violently annihilated as low-level vampires in a matter of minutes, it is almost certain that they will suffer heavy damage.
Therefore, the Ghost City had already prepared the corresponding large-scale magic, drawing energy through the shadow magic net to create an ultra-range barrier.
As long as you hide in the barrier, you don't have to worry about being harmed by the sun.
As the supreme city lord, Telramant Tanshul was standing on the top of the Mage Tower at this moment, staring at this once prosperous land that is now barren and backward, his eyes full of regret and anger.
Especially those desert nomads roaring past below. They did not have any of the wisdom and pride that the remnants of Netheril should have. They fought each other like barbarians, snatching extremely scarce water sources and oases, without realizing that a huge city had appeared above their heads at some point.
"Father, do you need me to take some people down to deal with these barbarians and occupy this oasis?"
Yada Tanshul asked cautiously.
As a ghost prince, from the moment he returned to the material world, his ambition began to expand uncontrollably. He was eager to conquer more lands with the recruited people and then build his own kingdom.
This group of simple-minded, strong-limbed nomads happens to be the perfect target for description.
As long as you can defeat and control the enemy, you can immediately obtain a cannon fodder force of thousands of people.
But Telramant Tanshuer refused very straightforwardly: “No, it's not necessary.
We return to the land of Netheril not to these tiny oases, but to restore it to its former glory.
This barren land is simply not worth conquering and occupying again.
Now let's go to the place we have chosen in advance and use the power of magic to create an area that can be barely settled.
Once the forging is completed, we will turn around and conquer the barbarians living in the Anauroch Desert as soldiers."
As he spoke, the great arcanist began to control the floating city to move southward, and soon it arrived near the Scimitar Peak Mountains.
Looking at the lakes and basins below that had almost completely dried up, Telramant Tanshul gave orders to the mage corps of Ghost City without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of mages, led by him, left the floating city and landed on the ground.
Using the knowledge preserved from the Netheril era, they quickly carved a large number of symbols and patterns related to conjuration magic around the basin.
After all this was done, everyone quickly and orderly entered the designated positions and began chanting spells and guiding the energy in the shadow magic web.
When the critical point was reached, all the symbols and lines on the ground began to glow, followed by the faint sound of water crashing like a tsunami.
Boom! The next second...
A huge wave that was hundreds of meters high emerged directly from the center of the magic circle and began to spread to the surrounding areas.
Upon seeing this, the mages immediately stopped casting spells and cast the flying spell on themselves to fly high into the sky.
It can be clearly seen from above that these pure water streams from the water elemental plane are gushing out rapidly and spreading around.
In about ten minutes, more than half of the basin was flooded, and the original taste of the salt lake became increasingly diluted, until finally no saltiness could be tasted at all.
Eventually, the entire U-shaped basin formed by the Scimitar Peak Range was filled with water, leaving only a small amount of land near the foot of the mountain for future planting and grazing.
This lake that emerged out of nowhere in the dry desert was named the Shadow Sea by Telramant Tanshul himself.
Soon after, the City of Ghosts descended from the sky and landed in the north of the Sea of Shadows, using poor materials to begin building the capital of the new Netherese Empire.
The tribes that originally lived here and relied on extracting salt from the lake that was about to dry up completely have now all been buried under the water without exception.
The roaring waves did not leave them any warning or time to escape.
Fortunately, their bodies were not wasted after their death. Instead, they were pulled up by the necromancy magic of the Ghost City wizard and became free laborers.
Obviously, building a capital from scratch would still require a lot of labor, even with the help of magic.
So the slave-hunting team, led by several ghost princes, quickly attacked from all sides to capture the nomads living in the desert.
Even the half-scorpions and Formy ants hiding under the sand dunes could not escape.
The Formi ants, in particular, were renowned for their excellent labor force; one could replace several human slaves, even the undead who did not need to rest could not compare to them.
The Ghost City only needs to capture and control the queen ant to make the entire colony obey them.
However, while these guys were engaged in massive construction, they had no idea that far away on the edge of the southern desert, there was someone closely watching their every move.
"Talamante Tanshul, are you back after all?"
Staring at the busy scene in the crystal ball, the undead Ovo slightly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed an expression of contempt, disdain and mockery.
It was not difficult to tell from his pale, swollen and fat face that he looked down on this guy who had degenerated into a lackey of the Night Goddess Shar from the bottom of his heart.
However, considering that the floating city he currently controls is far from completed, Ovo is not in a hurry to take action, but instead plans to see what the other party wants to do.
Just as he was considering whether to go over and say hello, a lich suddenly walked in quickly from outside and handed him a piece of transparent crystal with both hands.
"What's this?"
Ovo picked it up and asked casually.
"It's a list of materials that Lord Soth has allocated to us, as well as a video of various weapons being tested in actual combat. From what I know, he seems to have used another floating city to start a war, and tested a large number of weapons in the battle."
As the lich spoke, he cast a spell at the crystal.
moment!
The crystal projected the spectacular scene of various weapons being tested in the Plantia floating city.
The strange explosions, energy releases, and force field impacts immediately aroused Ovo's curiosity.
Without even looking up, he asked, "Are these weapons also on the list of materials to be transferred?"
"Yes, Master. Although the number is small, I think it should be enough to support us in fighting a war."
The lich answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Hearing this, Ovo immediately laughed happily: "Hahahaha! I knew that Soth would not disappoint us. In this case, let's plan carefully and give Ghost City and Telramant Tanshur a big surprise..."
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