"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 worshipped by the trolls?"

"I don't think so. Because most of the Loa gods worshipped 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 nodded 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?"

吉安娜第一个忍不住发出了惊呼。

身为一名魔法之城达拉然的高材生，她师从大法师安东尼·达斯，自打发现魔法瘟疫的那一刻起，就知道这玩意究竟有多么难缠。

至少在短时间内，没有任何人能够破解其中的奥秘并研发出解药。

可是现在，居然有人通过法术成功净化了这些令所有大法师都束手无策的麻烦。

放在达拉然，要是有人能做到这一点，再加上一篇足够精彩的论文，百分之百能获得晋升，甚至是成为一名受人尊敬的大法师。

“那就是契约之神索斯的力量。现在整个壁炉谷的居民基本全都是他的信徒了，甚至就连军队中的士兵也不例外。”

阿尔萨斯直截了当给出了答案。

经过几天的观察，他并没有发现这个凭空降临的神有什么可疑或是倾向邪恶的地方。

不管是倡导人们要遵守法律、遵守契约、遵守秩序，还是命令牧师免费帮忙净化粮食并进行公平分配来避免有人饿肚子，都可以称得上是善举。

所以渐渐地，阿尔萨斯也就放下了戒心，甚至觉得让这位神的信仰在洛丹伦王国传播也不是什么坏事。

说不定还能够以此作为筹码来制衡在人类各王国中势力越来越庞大的圣光教会。

最重要的是，在对付诅咒教派的瘟疫感染方面，这些牧师的确要比圣光教会的牧师更擅长。

“我能去跟那些牧师谈谈，顺便了解一下这位突然从天而降的契约之神吗？”

吉安娜两眼微微放光显然是来了兴致。

毕竟真正的达拉然法师可不是游戏中那种只会搓火球、丢寒冰箭、放奥术飞弹、变个羊、开个传送门的家伙，其魔法学派的数量和复杂程度丝毫不逊色于费伦。

像诅咒教派的暗影魔法和通灵魔法，还有阿鲁高弄出来的狼人诅咒，都仅仅是这庞大施法者组织众多研究课题中的冰山一角。

更不用提还有星界魔法这种直接研究时间、空间和宇宙奥秘的学派。

吉安娜甚至已经想好了要怎样利用近水楼台先得月的优势，抢在其他竞争者发现之前完成自己的研究和论文，以赢得导师安东尼·达斯的青睐。

尤其是那些从未见过的法模型，一旦破解并成功复制，势必会引发整个达拉然的轰动。

想到这，这位留着一头金色长发的库尔提拉斯公主便感到一阵心潮澎湃。

但仅仅一秒钟之后，阿尔萨斯便打断了她的美梦。

“对不起，吉安娜，我们恐怕没有这个时间了。

我现在要立刻赶往斯坦索姆去干掉恐惧魔王玛尔加尼斯！

他就是这一切的幕后黑手和真凶！ 只要这家伙一死，噩梦就会彻底终结，我的人民也不会再受到威胁。”

“别激动，孩子。虽然你勇气可嘉，但亡灵大军的统帅可不是你一个人就能击败的。”

眼见王子的情绪有些过于情绪化，乌瑟尔立刻试图出言安抚他。

作为前者圣骑士道路上的导师，这是他的职责和义务。

不过很可惜，光明使者显然忽略了这场战斗中的无力给了阿尔萨斯多么巨大的心理冲击，以至于他内心之中熊熊燃烧的怒火非但没有平息下来，反而变得格外滚烫、炙热，抬起头用无比严肃郑重的口吻说道：“那就跟我一起去，乌瑟尔。但不管有没有你，这都是我必须要完成的任务。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，这位洛丹伦王国的王储便不再理会任何人，直接翻身上马来到兰尼等一众牧师旁边。

“我需要你们和契约之神的帮助。”

“没问题。我们早就已经准备好了，随时都可以跟您一起出发去帮助那些受到瘟疫感染的人。”

兰尼单手抚胸深深的鞠了一躬给出肯定答复。

这不光是来自左思的授意，同样也是出于他本人的意愿。

听到这句话，板着脸的阿尔萨斯终于浮现出淡淡的笑意，赞许的点了下头：“非常好！看来你的胆量、勇气和责任感比某些骑士还要强得多。”

说罢，他还不忘用眼角的余光撇了一下几十米之外的光明使者，以及他领导的白银之手骑士团。

尽管由于距离比较远的关系，乌瑟尔并没有听清楚王子说了些什么，但也从对方那双眼睛里感受到了蔑视，脸色顿时变得有些难看。

大概一个小时过后，听命于阿尔萨斯的军队便已经集结完毕，浩浩荡荡离开壁炉谷朝斯坦索姆方向进发。

而乌瑟尔所率领的白银之手骑士团由于才刚刚经历了急行军救援，因此不管是人还是战马都需要休息，最终没有立刻跟上去。

反倒是忙前忙后已经十分疲惫的吉安娜，担心阿尔萨斯会做什么出格事情，给自己加了个隐形术悄无声息的跟在后面以防万一。

用不了多久，他们就会抵达斯坦索姆这个决定命运的十字路口。

而左思也已经准备好用降临意识附身的方式亲自参与其中。

不过就在他饶有兴致欣赏着吉安娜与阿尔萨斯之间那种略显怪异关系时，探知之间外面突然传来了一阵急促的敲门上。

“谁？”

“父亲，是我。有一位特殊的客人指名道姓想要见您。”

自然神侍的声音透过门缝传了进来。

“客人？有多特殊？”

左思用半开玩笑的语气调侃道。

自然神侍不加思索的回答：“她的名字叫丝琳希。”

瞬间！

左思直接抓起旁边的黑布往水晶球上一盖，连一句废话都没有便打开门问：“她眼下在哪？”

“您的私人会客室。”

“很好！你现在守在这里，不要让任何人靠近，更不许有人进去。”

撂下这句话之后，左思便快步消失在走廊的尽头。

而自然神侍则站在原地如同雕塑般履行着自己的守卫职责，丝毫没有想要揭开黑布去偷看水晶球的意思。

……

另外一边，才去过一趟巴托地狱第九层的丝琳希，此刻正坐在一张柔软舒适的沙发上，小口品尝着摆放在桌子上的零食和饮料，并且十分放松的脱下靴子，用脚趾逗弄在屋子里跑来跑去的猫，同时打量着会客室内的装饰与摆设。

她在返回费伦大陆之后，并没有第一时间登门拜访，而是先在西海岸帝国境内转了转，紧跟着又去被视作帝国准领土的北地溜达了两圈。

在亲眼目睹了这片古老土地在左思统治下换发出来的无限活力与生机后，这才来到阿斯卡特拉。

结果才一进入城市笼罩的范围，丝琳希就察觉到了迷锁的存在。

虽然只有区区几条规则，但的确采用的是完整精灵迷锁的技术，而不是耐瑟瑞尔人搞的山寨货。

这无疑让她感到无比的惊讶。

因为精灵迷锁的建立需要借助精灵神的力量，至少是必须拥有一定精灵血统的强大施法者才能做到。

可左思显然不是精灵，更没有哪怕一丁点的精灵血统。

所以丝琳希感到非常好奇对方究竟是怎样做到的。

正当她凭借过人的反应速度把一只虎皮猫逗的有点恼羞成怒，直接扑上来用牙咬的刹那，会客室的门终于被缓缓推开，紧跟着一名黑发黑眸的青年人类从外面走了进来。

“你就是索斯？”

丝琳希上下打量着来者，并且连看都不看就一把抓住试图咬自己脚趾的虎皮猫后颈，随手将其丢到远处的桌子上。

“喵——”

猫咪张开嘴露出两颗锋利的尖牙，眼神更是极度凶恶，俨然一副不肯善罢甘休的样子。

“没错，我就是索斯，你就是伊尔明斯特的老师，所有魔法女神选民中最强大的丝琳希？”

左思一边反问，一边伸出手轻轻抚摸炸毛的猫咪脑袋将其安抚下来。

短短几秒钟的功夫，这个小家伙就解除了狂暴状态，又恢复到讨人喜欢的撒娇模式。

这一手顶级的撸猫技巧顿时让丝琳希不由自主的挑起眉毛，仿佛在说“真有你的”。

但很快她脸上就又恢复到刚才那种玩世不恭的样子，笑着回应道：“如果这个世界上没有第二个丝琳希的话，那么我就是了。不过最强大选民这个称号我可愧不敢当，因为它现在应该属于你，不是吗？”

左思立马放声大笑：“哈哈哈哈！你可真是会恭维人。真不敢相信，伊尔明斯特跟您学习了那么多年，居然连一丁点这种优点都没有学到，反而养成了一身古怪的臭脾气。”

看看什么是高情商！ 看看人家第一次见面的时候是怎么说话的！ 难怪丝琳希能有那么一长串的头衔和尊称，不管是人类还是精灵只要一提起她就没有不尊重敬仰的。

"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)