"What happened?"
"Is it the great Holy Light that saved its people?"
"No! That is definitely not the Holy Light! I am the Paladin, and no one knows the Holy Light better than me."
"This is the power of the true God! I swear I saw a pair of majestic eyes at the end of the light column!"
"So we were saved by an unknown god?"
"Is it some evil god or the Loa god worshiped by the trolls?"
"I don't think so. Because most of the Loa gods worshiped by the trolls are directly related to nature and animals, but the power just now was obviously full of warmth and healing like the Holy Light. What's more, Hearthglen is not Stratholme, and there has never been any sign of troll activity around."
"Damn it! If only there were mages from Dalaran here. They would definitely be able to sense something from the beam of light just now."
"There's nothing we can do. Lady Jaina Proudmoore went to the Knights of the Silver Hand to ask for help. But no matter what, those people infected with the plague have been miraculously saved, and we can also take a breather from the endless siege of the undead."
…
As the dazzling beam of light gradually disappeared, the surrounding environment was once again shrouded in darkness. The soldiers who were originally shocked to the point of being speechless finally began to regain consciousness one after another.
Although the crisis has not been resolved and there are still a staggering number of ghouls, zombies and skeletons hiding in the shadows, they all show excitement, excitement and joy of surviving the disaster.
After all, fighting against brutal and bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs is one thing, fighting against resurrected corpses is another.
Especially the latter, who have no idea what fear and pain are, and who were living civilians not long ago, which will bring great blow to the soldiers mentally and psychologically.
If possible, they would rather fight with the strong and powerful green orcs than endure such sadness and pain.
Just when everyone was discussing what the beam of light was, a sturdy man wearing the armor of an officer of the Lordaeron Royal Guard walked straight towards the young priest who was standing there stupidly and at a loss.
"Intern priest Lanny, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas wants to see you."
"Your Highness...Your Highness wants to see me?"
The young pastor called Lanny was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously: "Of course, no problem. But I don't really know what happened."
"It's okay. His Royal Highness has his own judgment. And there's no need to be so nervous. After all, you just saved the entire Hearthglen and all of us."
After saying that, the officer turned around and led the way towards the young man not far away who was surrounded by the broken limbs of zombies.
Due to the limited military force, all the living residents in the entire Hearthglen are now basically concentrated in this small square.
With the help of densely packed houses, some horse-drawn carriages, dismantled wooden fences, and haystacks to block two narrow intersections, a crude defensive structure was built that barely served a purpose.
The haystack, in particular, had already demonstrated quite amazing power during the war with the orcs.
Not only can it be used to resist attacks from long-range weapons such as arrows, javelins, and javelins, but it can also be ignited and thrown out to cause huge burns. The enemy must be burned to a certain degree before rushing up.
Moreover, equipment with wooden structures such as siege towers and ladders would also be burned to ashes in the raging fire.
With the faint light from the burning haystack, one could clearly see the blond prince's face, full of gloom, anger and pain.
Although they relied on their rigorously trained combat skills and the power of holy light and used only a very small number of troops at hand to block an army of undead that was dozens or even hundreds of times larger than their own, it was an impeccable and glorious victory from any perspective.
But the problem was that he was obviously not happy at all.
Because those undead souls who were killed were all the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the ones he swore to protect at all costs.
But now, these people have turned into monsters and are killed one by one by my own hands.
The pain was indescribable and just as maddening as killing my beloved horse "Invincible".
The only good thing is that the final result was not too bad.
At least about 60 to 70 percent of the residents of Hearthglen managed to survive.
In addition, the plague that had no cure before seems to have found a solution.
Thinking of this, Prince Arthas, the only legitimate male heir of King Terenas Menethil of Lordaeron, the disciple of Uther the Lightbringer, and the recognized most filial son in Azeroth, finally loosened his grip on the warhammer, relaxed his tense muscles, and asked without turning his head, "Farric, did you bring the people?"
"Yes, Your Highness, I have brought here the trainee priest who caused the miracle."
The officer called Farak answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Arthas immediately turned his gaze to the nervous young man following behind Falric: "What's your name?"
"Lanni, my name is Lanni Scatter, and I'm an apprentice priest at the Holy Light Church in Hearthglen, Your Highness the Prince."
The priest hurriedly bowed awkwardly with one hand on his chest.
Although he had learned aristocratic etiquette from his tutor, as a commoner of humble origin, he still felt uneasy when he first came into contact with the high and mighty royal family members.
After all, the Kingdom of Lordaeron is now in its heyday. It has just led the Alliance to completely win the war with the orcs, and its own territory has basically not been destroyed by the war. It is the period when the national strength is at its peak.
Terenas is regarded by countless people as the most outstanding and greatest leader among the human kingdoms.
As his child, Arthas, who was destined to become the king of Lordaeron, naturally had his status and position rise.
Not to mention a mere commoner, even rulers of other kings would choose to treat him with courtesy when they saw him.
After all, Terenas only had one son and one daughter.
Unless Arthas dies unexpectedly, he will definitely be the next king.
As for Princess Calia Menethil, she could only be crowned queen if she died unexpectedly and left no offspring.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the identity of the filial son has never been a prince, but the undisputed future king of Lordaeron. From the moment he was born, he carried the earnest expectations of countless people.
He must be excellent, because only an excellent person can bear the crown of the monarch of the Kingdom of Lordaeron;
He must be perfect, and only a perfect person can convince the leaders of other countries and ensure the unity of the entire alliance.
It is this stressful environment that creates a character with huge flaws and prone to extremes when faced with setbacks.
But unfortunately, everyone was so immersed in the beautiful side of the prince that they didn't notice his fragile heart at all.
"Tell me, Reverend Lanny, what did you just do?"
Arthas was clearly concerned that the miracle would dispel the plague and heal all the sick civilians.
Because if this power can be used frequently, it means that when encountering similar situations, he will no longer be as powerless as before, but can heal all the sick people.
At that time, no matter what conspiracy the Cult of the Curse has, they will not be able to pollute the subjects of the Kingdom of Lordaeron through food.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I don't know what I did.
Just seeing civilians fall down in pain and be transformed into undead monsters, his heart was filled with torment.
At the same time, my faith in the Holy Light began to waver, and I longed to find an unknown powerful being to give me strength to save more people.
Originally this kind of prayer was just an expression of despair, but suddenly a voice responded to me.
There are only two things I know now.
One is that the other party calls himself Soth, and the other is that I have become the other party's messenger to some extent.
And... and I also gained some special magical abilities."
Pastor Lanny told him everything he knew.
Because he also wanted to know why it was such an insignificant little character like himself who could bring about the miracle, and why it was not His Royal Highness the Prince himself, or a priest, paladin or bishop of a higher rank.
"Soth? Is this the name of God?"
Arthas continued to ask in an uncertain tone.
Lanny nodded slightly: "I think so. After all, there is nothing else besides this."
"What is his purpose or intention?"
Arthas asked again persistently.
After all, he had to be cautious in this matter. First of all, he had to make sure that this was not a trap set by some evil god, demon, or ancient elemental creature.
Lanny closed his eyes and tried to make contact through the weak thread.
About two or three minutes later, he opened his eyes and slowly uttered two words: "Faith! This great being claims to be the God of Contract.
He wants our people to build a temple to serve him.
He will serve as a witness and supervisor when conducting any transactions, signing contracts, and enacting legal provisions.
Anyone who violates it will be punished.
In return, he is willing to grant his gifted followers divine magic to help us fight the Scourge and the terrible magical plague. "
"The God of Contract? How come I have never heard of it before..."
A very puzzled expression appeared on Arthas' handsome face.
As the prince of Lordaeron, he has received a comprehensive elite education, and his knowledge and vision are by no means comparable to those of ordinary people.
But even so, no one has ever heard of the God of Contract. Even the library management of Dalaran has absolutely no records of this.
"Like you, this is the first time I've heard of it.
But it is true in terms of bestowing power.
I can now use magic to transform clean water into an antidote to the plague and purify contaminated food.
When encountering similar situations again, all you need to do is give the sick civilians water blessed by divine power to give them strong resistance or even full recovery.
In addition, I also obtained a series of divine spells such as healing, blessing, divine grace, removal of disease, pious shield, immobilization, etc., which can be cast as long as there is enough mana.
These divine arts are far more complex and comprehensive than holy light magic.
If there were enough priests like me, dealing with the undead and the plague would be much easier than it is now."
As he said this, a barely noticeable red light flashed in Lanny's eyes.
There is no doubt that the thinking of this young man, who had no defense at all, has begun to be affected unconsciously.
After all, when it comes to manipulating consciousness and playing with people's hearts, the devil is an absolute expert.
"You want me to change the Holy Light Church in Hearthglen to worship this God of Contract?"
Arthas' eyes widened in surprise.
After all, the Holy Light is one of the most powerful and most formidable forces in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even within the Alliance, and more than 90% of people believe in it to some extent.
He was not sure whether it would provoke fierce opposition from the Church of Holy Light if he really did this.
“Do we have any better options now?
What's more, everyone in the Holy Light Church is dead, and I am the only one left.
Don't you think this is a great opportunity? Moreover, all the living people in Hearthglen have witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, and they will definitely be very happy to change their beliefs.
As long as we do it in a slightly more covert way, the chances of being discovered won't be that high."
Lanny turned and looked at the Bishop of Hearthglen lying in a pool of blood not far away. The implication of his words was self-evident.
"I...I need to think about this seriously."
Arthas was obviously hesitant, neither giving a positive answer nor refusing immediately.
But what he didn't know was that not explicitly refusing something like this was tantamount to choosing to accept it.
Soon, the residents of Hearthglen who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, as well as the soldiers who survived the disaster, began to privately ask Lanny about the secrets behind the whole incident.
Before long, the name of Soth, the God of Contract, spread quickly.
By the time Arthas reacted, the faith in the Holy Light in Hearthglen had almost been completely replaced.
In desperation, he could only go with the flow and hand over the Holy Light Church to the young trainee priest.
In this way, a new religion was quietly established in the northern kingdom of Lordaeron.
If it were peacetime, a situation like this would certainly attract the attention of the upper ruling class.
But the problem is that the situation in the Kingdom of Lordaeron is a bit unstable right now.
On one hand, the cursed sect is active everywhere, using food infected with the magical plague to constantly create disasters, turning innocent civilians into undead in an endless stream;
On the other side, a large number of orcs in the shelter fled, and in the process looted the towns, stole food, weapons, armor and other supplies, just like a swarm of locusts, leaving no grass growing wherever they went.
Coupled with the quarrels and divisions within the alliance, King Terenas was already exhausted both physically and mentally, and he had no time to care about the changes in faith in a small area.
These worships and beliefs from humans greatly strengthened the connection between Zuo Si and Azeroth.
What he had to do next was to take advantage of the window of time when the Undead Scourge broke out, and expand the scope of faith as much as possible by helping and absorbing refugees. It would be best if he could hold a summoning ceremony to bring down a projection.
If all else fails, then we can just confer consciousness upon some native creature.
Then, while Arthas and Terenas were performing the scene of loving father and filial son, he led these believers to leave the north and go to the Stranglethorn Vale in the far south to rebuild a new human kingdom.
As for the countless primitive troll tribes in the tropical rainforest of Stranglethorn Vale, they can be used as raw materials to create a new race with the powerful ability of the Creator.
Because these small actions will not cause damage or interference to key time nodes, they are generally unlikely to attract the attention of the bronze dragon that manages this timeline too early.
When Archimonde passed through the portal to Azeroth and tried to absorb the energy of the entire planet through the World Tree, it would inevitably cause violent energy fluctuations, making it impossible for the outer protective circle to completely block it.
Zuo Si only needs to capture the coordinates of the source of the overflowing energy, and then he can use the powerful force of the Planeswalker Spark to squeeze in.
By then, let alone the bronze dragon army, even if all the five-colored dragons including Deathwing came, they would be useless.
And if he did it right, he could also draw the energy and put the blame on Archimonde at the same time.
Anyway, the final violent explosion will cover up all traces.
Just as Zuo Si began to make orderly arrangements across the entire planet of Azeroth based on the connection he had just established through faith, reinforcements from the Knights of the Silver Hand finally arrived in Hearthglen.
The leader of the team was none other than Uther, one of the first five paladins with the title of "Light Messenger".
Following him was Jaina, who had returned with the help of teleportation magic to report the news not long ago.
However, when they saw the mountains of white bone powder around Hearthglen and the countless civilians who had recovered and showed no signs of being infected with the plague, both of them showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
Knowing how critical the situation was when she left, Jaina couldn't help but ask, "Arthas, what happened here? How...how did you do it?"
The prince smiled bitterly and shook his head, explaining, “No, this was not done by me, it was a miracle.
A trainee priest gave up his original faith in despair and tried to pray for help from some unknown great being, which resulted in the scene you see now.
It was night.
A dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, purifying the undead army besieging Hearthglen and healing all the sick civilians.
All I have to do is to guard against those cursed sect guys in the next few days. "
"A miracle? Are you saying that an unknown god helped you?"
Uther immediately frowned subconsciously.
As the most devout believer of Holy Light, he obviously did not like to hear news about any other gods or beliefs.
"That's right. The other party claims to be the God of Contract, Soth. There are already nine priests in Hearthglen who can cast divine spells. It is precisely because of these priests who constantly purify the contaminated food that we don't starve."
As he spoke, Arthas turned and pointed at the priests who were performing the zero-ring spell [Purify Food] next to the barn not far away.
Because the miracles performed by Zuo Si saved a large number of civilians and their families and friends who were suffering from plague and disease, these people quickly transformed their gratitude into the purest and most devout faith.
Some even took the initiative to donate the money they had saved over the years to the newly established church.
However, there is no concept of perception attribute in Azeroth, but it is called mental power.
Generally speaking, priests and paladins of the Church of Holy Light gain the power to cast holy light magic by training these attributes and abilities.
Moreover, since there is no systematic magic network in this world, there is no need to memorize when casting spells, but instead a different mana system is used.
As long as you have enough mana, you can keep casting a spell until you are exhausted.
In addition, since the energy of the entire planet is extremely abundant, almost to the same level as the crazy overflow on the Zendikar plane, the mana of spellcasters recovers quite quickly.
Often a short rest of two hours is equivalent to a long rest that takes eight hours in Faerûn to fully restore spell slots.
Moreover, the range and power of the spell are much more amazing.
Therefore, Azeroth is a very typical high-magic world, and even many unintelligent beasts may suddenly awaken powerful magical powers.
The priests led by Lanny successfully purified the magical plague contained in today's rations in just a few minutes.
The residents of Hearthglen lined up to get their share, and then took it home to bake into bread or cook into paste to fill their stomachs.
As for things like bacon, smoked fish, sausages, and cheese, only soldiers responsible for fighting were qualified to eat them.
Everyone else had to make do with vegetable soup and apples from the trees.
"Unbelievable! They purified the contaminated food! How did they do that?"
Jaina was the first to exclaim.
As a top student in the magical city of Dalaran, she studied under the archmage Anthony Dass. From the moment she discovered the magical plague, she knew how difficult it was to deal with.
At least in the short term, no one will be able to crack the mystery and develop an antidote.
But now, someone has successfully used magic to purify these troubles that all the great wizards are helpless to deal with.
In Dalaran, if someone could do this, coupled with a sufficiently brilliant paper, he would be 100% guaranteed to be promoted, or even become a respected archmage.
"That is the power of the God of Contract, Soth. Now almost all residents of Hearthglen are his believers, even the soldiers in the army are no exception."
Arthas gave a straightforward answer.
After several days of observation, he did not find anything suspicious or evil about this god who appeared out of nowhere.
Whether it is advocating people to abide by the law, abide by contracts, and maintain order, or ordering priests to help purify food for free and distribute it fairly to prevent people from starving, it can be called a good deed.
So gradually, Arthas let down his guard and even felt that it was not a bad thing to spread the faith of this god in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Perhaps it could be used as a bargaining chip to counterbalance the growing power of the Church of Light in the human kingdoms.
Most importantly, these priests are indeed better at dealing with the plague infection of the Curse Sect than the priests of the Church of Holy Light.
"Can I go talk to those priests and learn more about this God of Contract who suddenly descended from the sky?"
Jaina's eyes lit up slightly, and she was obviously interested.
After all, a real Dalaran mage is not the kind of guy in the game who can only make fireballs, throw frost arrows, cast arcane missiles, turn into a sheep, and open a portal. The number and complexity of its magic schools are in no way inferior to those of Faerun.
The shadow magic and psychic magic of the Cult of the Curse, as well as the werewolf curse created by Arugal, are just the tip of the iceberg of the many research topics of this huge spellcaster organization.
Not to mention the school of astral magic that directly studies the mysteries of time, space, and the universe.
Jaina had even figured out how to take advantage of her proximity to the competition and complete her research and thesis before other competitors discovered it, in order to win the favor of her mentor Anthony Das.
Especially those magic models that have never been seen before, once cracked and successfully copied, they are bound to cause a sensation in the whole Dalaran.
Thinking of this, the Kul Tiras princess with long golden hair felt her heart surge.
But just a second later, Arthas interrupted her beautiful dream.
"I'm sorry, Jaina, but I'm afraid we don't have the time.
I'm heading to Stratholme right now to kill the dreadlord Mal'Ganis!
He is the mastermind and the real murderer behind all this! As long as this guy dies, the nightmare will end completely and my people will no longer be threatened. "
"Don't get excited, kid. Although you are brave, you can't defeat the commander of the undead army by yourself."
Seeing that the prince was a little too emotional, Uther immediately tried to calm him down with words.
As the former's mentor on the path of Paladin, this is his duty and obligation.
Unfortunately, the Lightbringer obviously overlooked the huge psychological impact that the powerlessness in this battle had on Arthas. Instead of calming down, the rage burning in his heart became even hotter and hotter. He raised his head and said in an extremely serious tone: "Then come with me, Uther. But whether you are with me or not, this is a mission I must complete."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron no longer paid attention to anyone, and directly jumped on his horse and came to the side of Lanny and other priests.
"I need your help and the God of Contract."
"No problem. We are already prepared and can go with you at any time to help those infected by the plague."
Lanny placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to give an affirmative answer.
This was not only an instruction from Zuo Si, but also his own wish.
Hearing this, Arthas, who had been stern-faced, finally smiled faintly and nodded approvingly: "Very good! It seems that your courage, bravery and sense of responsibility are much stronger than some knights."
After saying that, he did not forget to glance at the Messenger of Light and the Knights of the Silver Hand he led, who were dozens of meters away.
Although Uther did not hear clearly what the prince said due to the distance, he could sense contempt in the other's eyes, and his expression suddenly turned ugly.
About an hour later, the army under the command of Arthas had assembled and left Hearthglen and headed towards Stratholme.
The Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther had just experienced a forced rescue march, so both the men and horses needed rest, and ultimately did not catch up immediately.
On the contrary, Jaina, who was already very tired from running around, was worried that Arthas might do something out of the ordinary, so she cast an invisibility spell on herself and followed quietly behind him just in case.
It wouldn't be long before they reached the fateful crossroads of Stratholme.
Zuo Si was also ready to personally participate in it by possessing the body through his descending consciousness.
However, just as he was admiring the slightly strange relationship between Jaina and Arthas with great interest, he heard a sudden knock on the door.
"who?"
"Father, it's me. A special guest wants to see you by name."
The voice of the nature god came through the crack in the door.
"Guest? How special?"
Zuo Si teased in a half-joking tone.
The nature attendant answered without hesitation: "Her name is Silinxi."
moment!
Zuo Si grabbed the black cloth next to him and covered the crystal ball with it. Without saying a word, he opened the door and asked, "Where is she now?"
"Your private reception room."
"Very good! You stay here now, don't let anyone get close, and don't let anyone go in."
After saying this, Zuo Si quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The nature servant stood there like a sculpture, performing his guarding duties, with no intention of lifting the black cloth to peek at the crystal ball.
…
On the other side, Silinxi, who had just been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, sipping snacks and drinks on the table. She took off her boots in a very relaxed manner, teased the cat running around in the house with her toes, and looked at the decorations and furnishings in the reception room.
After returning to the continent of Faerun, she did not pay a visit immediately, but first traveled around the West Coast Empire, and then took a stroll in the north, which was regarded as a quasi-territory of the empire.
After witnessing with his own eyes the infinite vitality and vigor that this ancient land brought to life under the rule of Zuo Si, he came to Ascatla.
As a result, as soon as she entered the area covered by the city, Silinxi noticed the existence of the maze.
Although there are only a few rules, it does use the complete elven puzzle technology, rather than the Netherese knockoffs.
This undoubtedly surprised her greatly.
Because the creation of the elven maze requires the power of the elven god, it must be done by a powerful spellcaster with a certain elven bloodline.
But Zuo Si is obviously not an elf, and he doesn't have even a trace of elven blood.
So Silinxi was very curious about how the other party did it.
Just when she used her extraordinary reaction speed to make a tabby cat a little angry and was about to pounce on it and bite it, the door of the reception room was finally slowly pushed open, and a young human with black hair and black eyes walked in from outside.
"Are you Soth?"
Silinxi looked the newcomer up and down, and without even looking at him, she grabbed the tabby cat that was trying to bite her toes by the scruff of its neck and threw it onto a table in the distance.
"Meow--"
The cat opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and its eyes were extremely ferocious, as if it was unwilling to give up.
"Yes, I am Soth, and you are Elminster's teacher, Silinsi, the most powerful of all the chosen ones of the magic goddess?"
Zuo Si asked back as he reached out and gently stroked the cat's furry head to calm it down.
In just a few seconds, the little guy recovered from his violent state and returned to his lovable and coquettish mode.
This top-notch cat-stroking skill immediately made Silinxi raise her eyebrows involuntarily, as if to say "You are amazing".
But soon her face returned to the cynical look she had just had, and she responded with a smile: "If there is no second Silinxi in this world, then I am the one. But I am not worthy of the title of the most powerful elect, because it should belong to you now, isn't it?"
Zuo Si immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! You really know how to compliment people. I can't believe that Elminster has studied with you for so many years, but he didn't learn even a little bit of this virtue. Instead, he developed a weird bad temper."
Look at what high emotional intelligence is! Look at how people talk when they first meet! No wonder Sirinxi has such a long list of titles and honorifics. No matter whether it is human or elf, no one disrespects her when they mention her.
"Don't mention Elminster! I get angry when you mention him. He's not that old, but he lives like a dying old man. He has no awareness of being an immortal at all. He's wasting the silver fire bestowed upon him by the goddess."
Silinxi curled her lips in disgust.
"I totally agree. His traditional and conservative way of doing things is no longer in line with the times, and the personal heroism advocated by the Harper Alliance is about to disappear from the stage of history. I represent the future and hope!"
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone was filled with unquestionable strong confidence.
"If I hadn't been to the ninth level of Baator, I might have refuted you. But now, I agree with your point of view. Because to some extent, it is already an established fact."
Silinxi casually stated the conclusion she had drawn from her observations over the past few days.
Because now the social structure, economic structure, ruling model, people's thoughts and values ​​of the entire west coast of the continent of Faerun have all undergone earth-shaking changes.
And this change is irreversible.
Unless a devastating natural disaster breaks out, destroying all existing cities and drastically reducing the population, it will be of no use even if God comes.
"Oh? It seems like you've already done your research."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
Based on this point alone, he could judge that the other party must have come to him this time to use him or to seek cooperation in a certain field.
Silinxi nodded slightly: "Yes, because what I am going to talk to you about next is closely related to the empire you built.
But before that, I hope to get an accurate reply from your mouth.
Do you have any special feelings or emotions towards the elves as a race?"
"No, I haven't."
Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.
“Then why did you take part in destroying the Elven Kingdom of Sodanisla in the Wildas Forest?
Don't tell me you have nothing to do with what Erinikas did.
Although you don't play a major role in it, you at least play a driving role.
In addition, the burning, killing and looting of the elven villages by the towns in the north during the process of land reclamation seems to have something to do with you, right?"
Silinxi leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to accuse someone.
Although she is not tall, her arms and legs are particularly long, and when she sits upright, she often gives people a strong sense of oppression.
But Zuo Si remained unmoved and replied calmly, "I have never denied anything I have done.
But this has nothing to do with the elf race.
The demise of Thordanisla was due to its location between Tethyr and Amn, threatening the only land transportation route.
I will never allow another state within a state to appear within my empire, so destroying it is purely a political consideration.
What's more, I accepted all the elven refugees and resettled them properly.
Today they have integrated into the new life. They have not suffered any discrimination or abuse. Instead, they have received a certain degree of preferential treatment.
As for the elven villages in the north, I have also given them the opportunity to integrate, and all those who actively cooperated have received sufficient benefits.
Those who were eliminated were mostly those who mixed with the local Druid sect and the Harpist Alliance and chose to become my enemies.
Do we need to consider race when destroying enemies? So please don't get me wrong, I have never targeted the elves. On the contrary, I will provide more opportunities for those elves who actively integrate into the team.
Even the dark elves, who are notorious on the surface world, are no exception."
"So... you won't object to the elves settling in the West Coast Empire, right?" Silinxi narrowed her eyes and confirmed.
“Of course not.
Because in my opinion, the elves as a race have too many unparalleled advantages.
Your long lifespan and the fact that your body does not age easily are enough to make you the best workforce in the world.
No matter what job you do, as long as you do it for decades or even hundreds of years, you can become an undisputed master in that field.
But there is a prerequisite, that is, you must obey the rule of the empire.
You are free to establish your own community, believe in your own pantheon, and maintain your own traditions and customs, but you must abide by the laws of the empire and obey the management of the imperial bureaucracy and judicial system.
On this basis, I can promise to protect the safety of all elves living within the Empire."
Through the brief conversation, Zuo Si had obviously guessed the other party's intention.
After all, there are basically no elven settlements in the entire continent of Faerun nowadays except for the Isle of Evermeet.
If things continue to develop at this rate, the elves may completely disappear from the continent in another thousand or two thousand years, and stay on the island to grow up in isolation from the rest of the world.
This is obviously not the result that the elven gods want to see.
They must go out and actively communicate in a friendly manner with other races in this world to demonstrate their presence.
The West Coast Empire, which practices autocratic rule, has a super stable political situation, and its rulers are absolutely unlikely to die easily, has obviously become the most ideal partner, no doubt about it.
(End of this chapter)
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