Silinxi raised the straw in her hand and gently poked the head of her most outstanding disciple, with a sly smile like a girl on her face.
It has to be said that compared to Elminster, who looks old and frail and is often immersed in memories of the past, her mental state is obviously much better and younger.
Especially the ability to accept new things is simply unbelievable.
Regarding this point, it is easy to tell by looking at the fourth-generation Shuoyou mobile terminal that Silinxi just bought in her other hand.
In just a few hours, she was able to operate the touch screen with one hand and search for various news, knowledge and massive entertainment information from the huge network of the ninth layer of Baator Hell.
I even paid to download some games and had a lot of fun playing them.
If outsiders didn't know her background well, they would probably regard her as a moon elf girl who was inexperienced in the world, rather than an "old monster" who had lived for thousands of years.
Facts have proved that mentality is really important for a person.
If your mindset is young enough and you are still willing to accept new things, you can still be full of vitality even when you are old.
But if your mentality becomes as conservative as that of an 80- or 90-year-old, even if your real age is only 30 or 40 years old, you will look old and as if you have reached the end of your life.
“Teacher, I am almost 1,200 years old.
Even for the long-lived elves, it is almost equivalent to two lifetimes.
In terms of human lifespan, it is more than ten lifetimes.
Isn't it normal for your mentality to start aging? "
Elminster touched his pale hair and couldn't help but sigh.
Obviously, Feren's long and endless confrontation and conflict inevitably made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.
In other words, it is normal for most people to become numb and disappointed in an environment where they cannot see any hope of winning and can only barely maintain their balance no matter how hard they struggle.
Being able to persist for hundreds of years is considered a sign of considerable perseverance and responsibility.
But Silinxi gently shook her head and corrected him: “No, you are wrong, my foolish disciple.
It has nothing to do with age.
It's just that you've grown old because of your mentality.
As a result, they have become more and more conservative and stubborn, refusing to admit that their thoughts and consciousness can no longer keep up with the rapid changes in the new era.
So you are afraid of everything new that is far beyond your understanding and control.
Open your eyes and look at this vast, boundless city standing on the ninth level of Baator.
Isn't it far superior to the ugly castles, fortresses, and interrogation chambers used to torture and interrogate the fallen souls on other levels?
And there is almost no coercion here, all transactions and contracts are based on the voluntary consent of both parties.
Although there may be various temptations and traps, at least everyone can be his own master instead of being a numb slave.
In many ways, this is great progress.
At least when I came to hell last time, I didn't feel this kind of relaxed, free and energetic atmosphere at all.
If such a city or country were to be born in the continent of Faerun, I would not be nervous but would be very happy.
At least the basic living needs and safety of ordinary people living in such an environment can be fully met.
You don't think that a commoner who can't even fill his stomach and lives under the violence and death threats of the Thieves Guild every day would have any luxury like dignity or free will, do you?
Don't be silly! If they had a choice, I believe they would not hesitate to pay the price of their souls falling into hell after death in exchange for living under the rule of Thors while they were alive.
Besides, do you think this kind of hell would scare mortals?"
Hearing this, Elminster immediately revealed a helpless and bitter smile.
Because he knew that his teacher was right.
Just look at everything that appears on the surface of the huge cyberpunk city. Instead of making mortals fear the devil and Baator as before, it will make them have a strong yearning for it.
After all, compared to other outer planes, this is the closest to the ideal state of ordinary people. It is filled with a sense of familiarity that cannot be described in words. You can enjoy fine wine and delicious food without restraint, experience all kinds of exciting entertainment activities, break the shackles of ethics and morals and release your desires to your heart's content. It is almost the same as when you are alive.
Moreover, life will have less stress and burden, it will be easier to obtain happiness, and there will be no need to bear any form of responsibility.
But behind this seemingly beautiful illusion, all mortal souls are degenerating at an unimaginable speed, slowly turning into the state that the devils like most.
When the time comes for them to be harvested, they will naturally suddenly go bankrupt due to various unknown reasons, and then according to the contract they will be sent to a torture chamber hidden underground to be squeezed into energy, and finally be completely transformed into the lowest level of devils.
Because this process is designed to be so complex, hidden and unknown, most people don't even feel its existence.
In addition, the overwhelming propaganda, advertisements, and junk information in the city every day successfully distract people's attention, and people's instinctive mentality of taking chances and escaping makes them subconsciously filter out even if they notice it, and continue to immerse themselves in the happiness in front of them.
As for the pain that may be endured in the future, we will deal with it when that day comes. The most important thing is to continue to enjoy the current life of luxury.
Thinking of this, Elminster sighed heavily, and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness: "Well, you are right.
I admit that I was indeed a little stupid this time, and even stood on the opposite side of everyone without realizing it.
Even the other voters of the Goddess were unwilling to support me.
The defeat in the North in particular saw the Harpers' good relations with the region's rulers and inhabitants shattered.
The intelligence network was completely paralyzed and collapsed, and it is estimated that it will never be able to be restored in the future.
What is even more frightening is that Soth has stimulated people's subconscious greed by means of interest bundling. They can either join in to gain benefits, or be swallowed up by the terrible torrent and become tragic victims.
As far as I know, most of the elven villages and barbarian tribes in the entire north have disappeared.
Those who are willing to actively integrate have become vested interests, while those who refuse to integrate will be ruthlessly eliminated, and only a very small number of them hide in the deep mountains and forests to survive.
In comparison, monsters like goblins, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, and trolls are even more miserable.
Basically, once discovered, they will be immediately hunted down by adventurers and mercenaries.
Whether they are living captives or dead bodies, they can all be sold at a high price to the spellcasting groups of the West Coast Empire to become consumables for various magic experiments.
If I remember correctly, the last time such a large-scale genocide was carried out was by those arrogant archmages in the era of Netheril.
Oh, by the way, the City of Ghosts that had escaped the disaster by hiding in the shadow plane also returned not long ago and swept across the barbarians in the entire Anauroch Desert.
In addition, Fuzor Chamberlain led Zhentil Keep to successfully conquer the entire Moon Sea, and the infighting among the chief red wizards of Cyre became increasingly fierce.
The current situation is becoming more and more chaotic, which is extremely troublesome.
To be honest, I have recently started to think about retiring.”
“Hahahaha! It seems like you’ve been hit really hard.”
Silinxi couldn't help but burst into laughter, not taking the major events that happened in the continent of Faerun seriously at all.
After all, he is the strongest arcane spellcaster who masters two magic systems at the same time. Thousands of years ago, he was able to preside over the construction of complex magic mazes like Mith Dranor, which seem like miracles in modern times.
So whether it was the Ghost City or the Red Robe Wizard, in her eyes they were just minor incidents and not worth wasting time and attention on.
As long as she wants, and the Goddess of Magic herself does not object, she can destroy both of them at any time with her own strength.
Elminster obviously knew the terrifying magical power that this teacher possessed, and immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you have any special plans or intentions for coming back this time? Or did the goddess give you a mission?"
"No, neither. I just suddenly wanted to come back to see the changes in my hometown, and Soth who has caused quite a stir in the entire universe."
As she said this, a hint of amusement clearly flashed in Sirinxi's eyes. At the same time, her appearance changed very obviously, from a moon elf to a sun elf with brown skin and blue hair.
Obviously, at this moment, this sun elf appearance is the one she uses most often, and it is also the teacher who always keeps the childlike innocence in Elminster's impression.
However, what the Great Sage of Shadow Valley did not know was that this form of the Sun Elf was not actually Sirinsi's original appearance.
In other words, because she used transformation magic so often and so frequently, even she had forgotten what she looked like before she learned the first spell.
The only thing he remembered at the moment was the elven name "Oluwenya Astoda" that he had used before, and the title "Korreceluta", which means "the great wizard among the high wizards of Cormanthyr" in the elven language.
As for the current name "Ms. Silinshi", it actually comes from the title and honorific of "Leader of Silinshina".
In addition, she also briefly served as regent of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor after the death of Grand Commander Iltargrim.
He has also successfully pulled out the crown sword that symbolizes the right to succession to the throne, and theoretically has the nominal right to rule over the entire Cormanthor region, including Myth Drannor.
It can be said that Silinxi's personal strength and background are quite explosive.
Even Elminster didn't dare to say that he could handle the [Silinsue Spell Transfer] that once frightened countless spellcasters.
The effect of this spell is to create a fixed spherical shield emitting faint light with a radius of three meters around the recipient.
No spells can penetrate the shield's defenses, but creatures within the shield can cast spells normally.
And this is just the lowest level effect of the spell.
The power of the spell will only be fully demonstrated when the recipient is the person himself.
The shield will display the veins of the magic network in front of the eyes like a lens, greatly enhancing the caster's perception of the magic network. He can accurately grasp all the fluctuations of the magic network within the spell distance of ninety meters + an additional nine meters for each casting level, and then manipulate the magic network in the area to achieve various effects.
This includes aid, which doubles the effectiveness (range, damage, area of effect) of any spell that is about to be cast or has already been cast, without the subject's knowledge.
For example, you can double the range, explosion radius, and damage of a fireball cast by a teammate, but this ability can only affect arcane spells and not divine spells.
Dissolution can dispel a spell that a target is currently casting. Unless the target of the dissolution knows the existence of this ten-ring spell, he will only think that it is caused by his own spell casting failure or spell casting error.
Suppression, select an object or location, create a spherical dead magic zone with a radius of one and a half meters, any spells and magic items in the area will be ineffective, lasting for one minute.
Manipulate and gain control over the range and area of the selected object's spell, and modify these elements to a limited extent.
Although the range and area of the spells you control cannot be increased, you can reduce their range at will or reduce the area of the spell to a maximum of 25 percent of its normal size.
For example, making the enemy caster's fireball explode around him, or reducing the explosion range of the enemy caster's fireball from the normal radius of six meters to a radius of one and a half meters.
Frenzy: Select an object or location to create a spherical frenzy magic zone with a radius of three meters, which lasts for one minute.
You should know that this is not just about controlling your own spells, but it can also affect the effects of spells released by your opponent.
The worst thing is that the above effects can be changed every six seconds on average, which makes it impossible to guard against.
Once you are targeted, not only will you not be able to launch an attack, you may even be hurt by the spells you cast.
And that's not even counting the Silverflame and all the magical rituals of the High Elven mastery.
Therefore, in Faerun, no mortal arcane spellcaster dares to stand before Sirinsi one-on-one.
Even great arcanists like Larloch and Iorum, who stood at the pinnacle of the Netheril era, were no exception.
As one of the few people in the entire continent of Faerun who knew Silinxi well, Elminster obviously realized from the teacher's reaction that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and frowned subconsciously.
Just when he wanted to continue testing, Silinxi suddenly saw something on Shuoyou's mobile terminal. An expression of great surprise instantly appeared on her face. Then she stood up and walked quickly outside without saying a word.
Although he didn't know what was happening, Elminster had no choice but to follow.
The two of them ran along the street for two or three hundred meters, and finally stopped in front of a store selling transportation tools.
Without saying a word, Silinxi paid for a powerful, wide-wheeled, super-heavy gasoline motorcycle. Without any ladylike image, she used magic to open a slit in her robe until her entire thigh was exposed, and then she quickly turned over and rode on it.
"What are you doing?"
Elminster asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't talk nonsense, come up quickly, I'm in a hurry."
Sirinxi pointed to the empty seat behind her and then tried to start the engine.
moment!
The roar of the gasoline-powered engines echoed throughout the street.
After hesitating for half a second, Elminster decided to follow the teacher's instructions and sit in the back seat obediently.
Just as his butt made contact with the leather seat, the oil-burning motorcycle rushed out at an incredible speed.
The terrifying force almost threw him away.
Fortunately, he reacted in time and grabbed the handles on both sides of the seat, otherwise the Great Sage of Shadow Valley would have broken at least several ribs and fractured an arm or a leg.
"Damn it! Slow down! Are you crazy?"
Elminster came to his senses and immediately yelled at Silinxi.
After a few seconds of acceleration, the speed of the two has reached almost 200 kilometers per hour, and is still accelerating.
Thanks to the energy conversion efficiency of the gasoline engine far exceeding that of the internal combustion engine, this sci-fi-looking vehicle can reach a maximum speed of 800 kilometers per hour.
But what about safety at this speed?
Basically you can only hope for the best.
Anyway, even if the wheel just runs over a small stone, it is possible for the car to instantly fly into the air, or roll over and hit something.
The astonishing speed made the scenery, neon lights and billboards on both sides of the street all blurred.
Elminster had even begun to cast protective spells on himself to prevent a horrific traffic accident at this speed.
But Silinxi turned a deaf ear to it. She was completely immersed in the tension and excitement brought by the speed. She sped along the highway of the cyberpunk city, leaving one gasoline truck after another behind.
About twenty minutes later, she finally slowed down and stopped at the entrance of a huge circular arena.
Similar buildings are almost everywhere in this city where entertainment is indulged to death, and they are mainly used to host various bloody and violent competitions and gladiatorial shows.
Moreover, countless people can be seen driving towards the arena.
But the strange thing is that there are no billboards at the entrance of this large arena, nor any notices of performances, and there are even no staff at the ticket check-in station at the entrance.
But after all the people who arrived parked their cars, they immediately rushed in and took out money and threw it directly into the coin box.
What happened? A big question mark popped up in Elminster's head.
Because he was unwilling to accept new things, he did not buy a Shuoyou mobile terminal as soon as his teacher arrived in the cyberpunk city. He could only follow Sirinxi into the arena and find a place closer to the front row to sit down.
After a while, the originally empty arena was filled with people.
However, unlike ordinary entertainment competitions where most of the people are mortals, the number of demons coming today seems to be a bit too much, and even celestial beings who never participate in such activities have shown up.
All the audience seemed to be waiting for something with great anticipation.
After about ten minutes, the lights above the arena that were used to provide adequate lighting finally lit up.
moment!
A pleasure demon with beautiful looks and sexy body appeared in the center of the spotlight.
She was none other than an important figure in the ninth plane, the lord's personal secretary - Gramir.
Obviously, from the moment Glamir appeared, Elminster realized that this was definitely not a trivial matter.
Otherwise, just send a Pit Fiend or an Insect Fiend.
Gramiel took a deep breath, opened his arms and shouted in an excited tone: "My dear fellow devils! And guests who have come from afar! Are you ready to share this unprecedented victory and supreme glory with me?"
“We’re ready! Let’s get started! I can’t wait!”
"Praise the great Lord Soth! It is he who brought us the glorious victory!"
…
Suddenly, the entire stands were filled with waves of excitement and enthusiasm cheering.
"Haha, then it's as you wish!"
Gramiel waved his hand suddenly and pointed at the dark entrance behind him.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-
With the sound of chains being dragged on the ground, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was staring intently at the dark passage.
Soon, two huge alien insect demons appeared in sight.
Each of them held a thick magic chain in their hands and dragged it out with great effort.
Gradually, the true face of the other end of the chain was finally revealed.
那是一名有着黝黑色皮肤、耳朵呈类似蝙蝠般尖锐形状、从嘴巴里露出两颗略显发黄獠牙的英俊恶魔，那六根无比显眼的手指和脚趾简直就是最好的身份证明。
乌黯主君格拉兹特！
伊尔明斯特瞳孔瞬间放大，根本不敢相信自己眼睛看到的事实。
丝琳希也同样被这一幕震撼的说不出话来。
要知道恶魔与魔鬼的血战打了不知道多少个千年，可双方真正意义上的高层战死都非常罕见，更不用提像深渊三巨头这种级别的超级恶魔领主被俘。
“跪下！”
格拉米尔扬起下巴用一种居高临下的语气向乌黯主君下达了带有强烈侮辱性质的命令。
“卑贱的愉悦魔！你以为自己是谁？”
格拉兹特疯狂挣扎并发出了愤怒的咆哮。
不过很可惜，他身为深渊领主的力量已经被剥夺，光凭自身力量根本无法撼动原本就以力量属性见长的异虫魔，愣是被死死的固定在原地动弹不得，只能无能的狂怒。
啪！ 格拉米尔连一句废话都没有，抬起手就抽了对方一鞭子，在那张黝黑色的英俊脸庞上留下一道皮开肉绽的伤口。
这一举动瞬间引爆了现场。
“抽死他！”
“让这个该死的恶魔好好品尝一下地狱的黑暗艺术！”
“刑讯官呢？我们最优秀的刑讯官在哪里？”
“割下他的舌头！挖出他的眼睛！我要听到他跪在地上哀嚎与求饶！”
无数魔鬼发疯似的站起身挥舞拳头发泄着内心之中的激动情绪。
由于血战的关系，恶魔与魔鬼之间仇恨早已深入骨髓，比任何一种地球上已知的民族、宗教和种族矛盾都更加激烈且不可调和。
所以当看到深渊三头这样的最强恶魔领主挨鞭子，简直可以与自己获得晋升时产生的极致喜悦相媲美。
格拉米尔显然很满意现场的气氛，抬起手示意观众稍安勿躁，紧跟着冲贵宾席上那位闪烁着金光的女神单手抚胸深深鞠了一躬。
“伟大的财富女神，介于这是属于您的俘虏，所以我认为还是由您来亲自处置比较好。”
“我亲自处置？”
渥金缓缓从贵宾席上走了出来，脸上洋溢着令人不寒而栗的笑容，抬起手轻轻一指。
瞬间！
上一秒还铁骨铮铮的格拉兹特，下一秒就扑通一声跪了下去，完全没有一丝一毫的反抗之力。
看到这一幕，伊尔明斯特和丝琳希都立刻明白为何格拉兹特会以俘虏的身份出现在巴托地狱。
虽然许多强大的恶魔领主都拥有类神力，可以与正牌神明抗衡。
但问题神也是要分级别的。
就好像人与人之间的差距有时候比人与狗还要大，神与神之间的差距同样也比人与神更悬殊。
其中最弱小的神可以被凡人弑杀并取而代之，而那些最强大的则能统御数以百计的晶壁成为神上神。
所以通常情况下恶魔领主的类神力，充其量也就勉强能与微弱神力的半神打一打。
遇到强大神力亲自下场，哪怕是狄摩高根和奥库斯这种实力派也得暂避锋芒。
关于这一点看看新死神克兰沃在刚上位的时候，一遇到心情不顺畅就去深渊开无双杀个来回缓解工作压力就知道了。
因此即便是格拉兹特在面对已经成为强大神力的渥金时也不可能是后者的对手。
更何况身为财富女神，渥金最擅长的就是达成各种各样不为人知的秘密交易。
只要给她足够的时间与筹码，任何出乎意料的离谱情况都有可能发生。
正当丝琳希与伊尔明斯特相互交换眼神的功夫，一名身材硕壮、体重起码在两百公斤以上的男人出现在了大竞技场的中央。
他有着接近两米三的身高，一身如同雕塑般健美夸张的肌肉，全身上下的衣服早已脱光，仅穿着一条三角形的短裤，光溜溜的脑袋在灯光照射下宛如一颗高瓦数的电灯泡，绽放出刺眼夺目的光芒。
尤其是这家伙那赤裸裸毫不掩饰的侵略性眼神，顿时让跪在地上的格拉兹特感到一阵发毛，迅速产生了不祥的预感。
事实证明乌黯主君敏锐的感知并没有出错。
才短短几分钟，他就听到格拉米尔用充满戏谑的语气对男人说道：“亲爱的阿尔戈斯先生，按照契约，您在拍卖中的出价最高，因此可以第一个享用。所以请开始行驶您的权力吧，千万不要客气。”
“哈哈哈哈！非常感谢。美丽的格拉米尔女士，请允许我向您、伟大的财富女神和索斯阁下表达最最诚挚的感激。如果没有你们，我恐怕这辈子都无法获得这样的机会。”
说罢，这位拥有夸张体型的猛男一把扯掉最后的遮挡，瞬间给自己加持了【光亮术】、【巨变术】、【熊之坚韧】、【牛之力量】、【猫之优雅】、【加速术】、【锋锐术】、【高等魔化武器】、【锐齿术】、【石肤术】……
等最后一个法术加持完毕，大竞技场内超过半数以上的观众都从座椅上站了起来，向这位对变化系魔法掌握出神入化的大法师投以尊敬的目光。
厉害！
实在是太厉害了！ 能想到把这么多强力法术用在这种地方，简直已经不是区区天才两个字能够形容的，完全就是个鬼才。
一些魔鬼甚至忍不住开始鼓掌喝彩。
只见男人狞笑着走向跪在地上动弹不得的格拉兹特，无视了后者那充满威胁的眼神，以及歇斯底里的恐吓与咆哮，毫不客气压了上去。
瞬间！
乌黯主君的惨叫、咒骂与无能狂怒便回荡在大竞技场的上空。
更要命的是整个过程甚至还被拍摄下来投影到周围巨大的高清电子屏幕上。
这已经不单单是羞辱虐待那么简单，而是直接把格拉兹特的脸踩进了粪坑里。
而且整个蹂躏过程持续了整整三个多小时，直到这位精通变化系的大法师彻底尽兴才心满意足的收工走人。
临走的时候，在场的观众还不忘为这位勇士送上口哨、掌声与赞美。
紧跟着还没等格拉兹特来得及喘口气，第二个浑身上下长满脓包与瘤块的老鬼婆便出现了。
她更是干脆直接给前者喂了一瓶药剂，然后便开始肆无忌惮享受起这位深渊中最英俊的恶魔。
一个、两个、三个、十个、二十个、三十个、五十个、一百个……
在短短几天时间里，大名鼎鼎的深渊三巨头之一、乌黯主君格拉兹特就在众目睽睽之下彻底沦为了一个任人蹂躏的玩物。
无论是那些想要从他身上获得混血子嗣的野心家，还是单纯只想要发泄欲望疯子，只要愿意支付足够的金钱就可以领到一个号码牌。
到时候凭号排队，轮到自己就能去大竞技场尽情玩弄这位昔日高高在上、令无数凡人感到恐惧的强大恶魔领主。
另外，地狱第九层面还提供录像和拍照服务，可以根据客人需求把过程记录下来，或是作为私人收藏、或是放在某些特殊网站平台上供人付费观看以赚取利润分成。
根据左思下达的命令，格拉米尔本着榨干最后一丝剩余价值的原则，采取了最毫无人性的商业运作。
从增加情趣的衣物、道具，到各种药物的植入广告，基本上只要有钱赚就接。
甚至没过多久，格拉兹特便怀孕并生育下了第一个混血子嗣。
众所周知，六指个双线插头，因此他同时拥有两套生殖系统，是可以像女性恶魔一样怀孕生子的。
而这个孩子的父亲，正是那位看上去比战士还像战士的变化系大法师——阿尔戈斯先生。
看到仇敌每天生不如死的样子，财富女神渥金积压在胸口那股恶气终于彻底得到了释放。
更何况不管对方愿意与否，现在都在源源不断的给自己创造利润。
所有从乌黯主君身上赚到的钱，她都可以分到一半。
至于另外一边，当然是属于提供了这一切的第九层领主左思。
毫无疑问，格拉兹特的惨状深深震撼了前来游玩的丝琳希与伊尔明斯特。
以至于他们根本没心思再继续参观体验那些种类繁多的娱乐项目，匆忙开启跨位面传送门返回费伦大陆。
当再一次呼吸道故乡熟悉的空气，丝琳希瞬间放松了不少，转过身对自己的弟子说道：“我们就在这里暂时分别吧。
回去之后有空的时候多想想我跟你说过的话。
不要总是摆出一副自己已经老到快死掉的样子。
那样对你和你身边的人不会有任何好处。
别忘了，你才一千多岁，对于不朽者来说仍旧非常的年轻。”
“你打算去哪？”
伊尔明斯特低声询问道。
“当然是去拜访一下索斯。不过不是以魔法女神选民的身份，而是精灵的身份。”
Silinxi winked playfully, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
"As an elf?"
Elminster was stunned for a moment, but soon remembered something, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked along the country road towards his home in Shadow Valley.
He was obviously still adhering to the principle of not using magic if possible, and would rather crawl than use the simpler and faster teleportation.
…
At the same time, in the Mage Tower of Askatra.
Zuo Si stayed alone in the exploration room, relying on the memories in his mind to find the coordinates of the new world in the endless multiverse.
This behavior continued for several days, and he could already vaguely sense the planet filled with amazing magical power.
But for some reason, every time it was about to lock, it would be disturbed by a powerful force and would end up in vain.
The first few times Zuo Si thought it was caused by an operational error, but later he found out that it had nothing to do with him, but that the planet was protected by some force.
Any force snooping beyond the warning line will instantly trigger the protection mechanism, making it impossible for the snooper to obtain the accurate spatial coordinates.
Could this be the planetary protection shield set up by the legendary Titan?
Or is it a self-protection circle formed by the overflow of energy? Or is it interference from other forces?
Staring at the crystal ball that showed a chaos, Zuo Si stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
Obviously, without accurate spatial coordinates, even a planeswalker would not be able to enter an unknown space and time.
Now he suddenly understood why Sargeras, the dark Titan, the founder of the Burning Legion, and the one who had the record of destroying a star with one sword, had spent more than 10,000 years but had not been able to do anything to Azeroth.
As long as this enemy is powerful enough that you can't even get close to it, and can only rely on corrupting local creatures to open the portal from the inside, the defenses are still there, and even if you want to do something big, you won't be able to do anything.
What should I do? Should I give up and change to another time and space?
Or did he also want to try his hand at infiltration? Just as Zuo Si was hesitating, a voice suddenly echoed in his ears through the thick fog.
Although it was very vague and weak, he still heard it clearly thanks to the intermittent connection.
"Unknown great being... please... please help me... I need a stronger power to save these innocent people. I am willing to pay any price for it... even my own life and soul..."
With the help of this guy who took the initiative to send out a desperate prayer, Zuo Si quickly released his power to strengthen the connection between him and the other party.
In a flash!
His perception passed through this line, through the heavy fog and obstacles, and descended on the devastated battlefield.
I saw a group of human warriors forming a tight square and guarding a small square that looked like a village, trying their best to resist the zombies, ghouls and skeletons that were pouring in like a tide.
Next to them, there were countless civilians who fell to the ground and began to cough, vomit and convulse violently.
On average, every few seconds, these civilians would turn into bloodthirsty undead monsters in great pain and pounce on the soldiers who were protecting them from behind.
This sudden attack caused the human army to become extremely chaotic, and some soldiers were even knocked to the ground and dragged into the crowd of zombies to be brutally dismembered.
A blond young man holding a warhammer released golden holy light to heal the injured soldiers around him, while rushing to the front, blocking the only gap in the attack of the undead army and not letting any zombie pass by him.
The one who made the prayer was a young human priest who was doing his best to heal the tortured civilians in the chaos.
He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was wearing a white novice robe issued by the Holy Light Church.
But now it was completely covered with blood and mud, and looked both miserable and desperate.
Because the power of holy light could not cure the civilians infected with the plague, nor could it even relieve their pain. They could only watch one person after another die, and then get up and turn into undead.
This intense stimulation and shock that could not be described in words caused the young trainee priest to completely lose his faith in the Holy Light and he began to turn to unknown forces for help.
Just as he watched another fourteen-year-old girl dying and about to take her last breath, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Do you want to gain power?"
The young pastor's originally sad expression suddenly froze on his face, and he began to shout like crazy: "Yes! I long for power! No matter who you are, please give me the power to save these innocent lives! I am willing to give my life and soul in exchange!"
"The contract...is concluded!"
As these words came out of his mouth, a beam of light suddenly dropped from the sky, piercing directly through the black night sky, illuminating the area for several kilometers as if it were daytime.
All the undead that were illuminated by this light turned into dust in just a few seconds, so that the undead hiding in the darkness behind them stopped attacking.
The sick civilians who were originally dying also found that their weak bodies were recovering at an unimaginable speed.
miracle!
A miracle had happened! All the living people looked up at the sky at the same time, as if they wanted to see the unknown god who had saved them on the other side through the beam of light.
(End of this chapter)