Some people say that the modern history of the continent of Faerun is a history of the human race's liberation from slavery and oppression, and it is also a history of the continuous decline and extinction of the elven race.

Since the end of the last Crown War, the split of the elven pantheon, and the sinking of the dark elves into the Underdark, this overlord that ended the era of dragons and giants ruling the earth began to inevitably decline.

The rise of the human magic civilization Netheril dealt a heavy blow to the elves living in the north, causing them to lose their overwhelming advantage in magic.

The sphere of influence even began to shrink significantly, and it had to give up large tracts of land to avoid a fierce war with the former.

The current stereotype of elves as peace-loving and non-aggressive was slowly established during this period.

It’s not that they don’t want to fight, but they really can’t win.

This can be seen from the fact that it took two or three thousand years from the beginning of the first Crown War to the end of the last one.

When it comes to fertility rate and growth rate, elves are really lagging behind.

It is estimated that during their heyday, their total number in Faerun was probably only three to four million (including the sea elves living in the water, the population of Evermeet was only about 1.6 million).

In particular, the famous "Theater of the Gods" battle in the Third Crown War resulted in the deaths of more than 70,000 elves, completely damaging the vitality of this race.

As a result, there has never been such a large-scale battle and casualties since then.

Basically, a force of 10,000 or 20,000 can be considered a "large army".

If it were humans, even if a whole generation was wiped out, they would recover quickly in just a hundred years and regain the potential to launch a full-scale war.

Maybe this is a side effect of longevity.

Since they are not sensitive to the passage of time and physical aging, elves always do things in an orderly manner and lack the passion and urgency of short-lived races.

Their wizards could never be as completely absorbed in their urge for knowledge and magical skills as human wizards.

They do not eat, drink or sleep for 24 hours a day, and abandon the enjoyment and pursuit of wine, food, beauty, art, philosophy, etc. When necessary, they can transform into the form of a ghost.

Unless they are tasked with some important mission or task, elves rarely turn themselves into liches who are unable to pursue happiness.

Therefore, when faced with Netheril, who also possessed powerful magical powers, the elves did not dare to confront it head-on.

Otherwise, even if the casualty ratio is two for one, three for one, or even five for one, the final result that awaits them is undoubtedly destruction.

Because it might only take thirty to forty years for Netheril to train a decent arcanist, but it would take the elves two hundred to three hundred years or more, and the same goes for qualified warriors and soldiers.

However, the decline of Netheril did not completely cause the elves to lose their voice on the continent.

At least for a long time to come, they will still own several kingdoms and royal courts.

If we have to find a time point when the elves withdrew from the continent of Faerun, it might be the year DR714, which is also called the "Year of Destruction" by historians.

In this year, Myth Drannor, protected by powerful magical mythals, fell.

Although signs and prophecies of doom had already begun to appear as early as 694 DR, they were not taken seriously by the rulers at the time.

In the end, only two hundred elves from the entire Kingdom of Cormanthor managed to escape, and the rest all died in the massacre and sacrifice of the Dark Legion.

You have to know that Myth Drannor is the seat of the royal court, and it is also the last settlement of the elves on the continent that can truly be called a country.

At this point, this race officially withdrew from the stage of history.

Although there are other mini kingdoms like Sodannisla, they are at best just struggling to survive under the siege of humans and are not qualified to participate in major events that determine the direction of history.

Fortunately, Sirinsi had left the material plane before the fall of Myth Drannor, so she did not witness the tragedy.

Specifically, a huge political rift emerged within Cormanthor after the death of Grand Commander Iltargrim and a series of assassinations and violent attacks surrounding the succession.

This made her sad and disappointed, and in a fit of anger she chose to disappear with the artifact that symbolized her legitimate right to rule - Akocorem (Crown Sword).

Before leaving, he also said that only when all tribes were truly united and all the people realized the true meaning of the Dream of Cormanthor, would he appear again to bestow the Crown Sword on the leader.

But who could have imagined that these words, originally meant to inspire the people, would actually become a kind of final conclusion for the Kingdom of Cormanthor.

That ended just forty-eight years later with the fall of Myth Drannor.

Whenever she thought of this incident, Silinxi couldn't help but ask herself repeatedly, if she hadn't left in anger, would Comanso be able to withstand the siege of the Dark Legion?

Can they save the slaughtered elves and other franchise members?

It's a pity that she will never get answers to these questions.

This powerful elven wizard would feel extremely painful and remorseful upon learning that the glorious city he built with his own hands was now in ruins and that evil dark elves and various monsters were lurking around it.

Looking at the sword hanging at her waist, which symbolized the power of the Cormanthor king, she suddenly raised her head and asked, "What if I want to use the power of the West Coast Empire to recover Myth Drannor and rebuild an elven kingdom?"

"Restore Myth Drannor and rebuild the Kingdom of Cormanthor?

Do you know what you are talking about?

Or do you not understand the current situation around that land? Whether it is Zhentil Keep or the recently returned Ghost City, they will never allow a powerful elven kingdom to emerge.

Besides, where can you find so many elves willing to follow you and settle in Cormanthor?

You have to know that this is not just a few hundred years ago, when there were still quite a large number of elven villages and towns on the continent of Faerun.

According to my estimation, with the middle of the Falling Star Sea as the boundary, the western half, including the wild elves, may have less than 100,000 people.

Moreover, they were scattered in towns and villages of all sizes, with only one or two hundred people gathered together at most, and it took a lot of effort just to keep in touch with them.

In addition, how can safety be ensured during the migration process?

Who will provide the materials needed during the reconstruction process?

And that's not even counting the dangers of trying to expel the dark elves and monster tribes around Myth Drannor.

Most importantly, you who once abandoned Comanso, what qualifications do you have to stand up and say such things?

How many people are willing to unite around your flag to realize this unattainable ideal? "

Zuo Si raised several very sharp questions in one breath.

Obviously, he was not optimistic about this fantastic plan at all.

Although Silence may be the most powerful mortal arcane spellcaster in all of Faerûn, she possesses unrivaled magical power.

Except for a few people like Larok who are equally powerful and hold many secrets, the rest of the forces are not even qualified to threaten her.

But individual strength is one thing, and leadership and political skill are another.

It is not difficult to see from her previous naive and idealistic behavior that Sirinxi is not a qualified leader.

Otherwise, she should not have left in the first place, but instead united with one political force to eliminate several other political forces, and then took power herself to reunite the divided Comando.

It was precisely because of this childish act of anger that this country, which had just entered a period of prosperity, was forced to endure internal friction for decades to come, until the invasion of a powerful foreign enemy, when it finally woke up. But unfortunately, it was too late.

So in Zuo Si's opinion, Silinxi's political ability and leadership ability are not as good as her disciple Elminster.

The latter can at least maintain the normal operation of the Harpist Alliance, a decentralized and large intelligence organization with a mixed group of members.

Of course, it would be another matter if we could get the full support of the Elf King's Court on Evermeet Island.

However, considering the overall situation that the elves are constantly retreating from the continent, it is simply a fantasy to expect the former to support the restoration of Cormanthor, which has been destroyed for hundreds of years, at all costs.

Zuo Si didn't think that the elves who were used to having food and clothes provided for them on Yongju Island and doing nothing but pursuing happiness every day would be willing to leave this paradise-like world and risk their lives to return to the mainland to suffer.

Yes, you read that right.

For the elves of Evermeet, simply returning to live in Faerun would mean suffering.

Some even speculate that Evermeet is essentially a projection of a part of Arvandor, the kingdom of the elven gods, summoned to the material plane through powerful magical forces.

This can explain why this island is so rich, with almost everything you need, and no need to worry about food and other survival resources.

Many mineral veins have been mined for thousands or even tens of thousands of years and still show no signs of depletion.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

After getting used to this carefree life without any troubles and external threats, more than 99% of the elves would no longer be willing to return to the crisis-ridden continent of Faerun.

In their eyes, the land of the continent is so barren and worthless, and the races living on this land are so ignorant, stupid and pathetic.

The so-called arrogance of the elves refers to a large extent to the sense of superiority of looking down from a high position on the Island of Evergrande.

Although Zuo Si had never been invited to Yongju Island, he had learned a lot of inside information from Khelbourne.

Want to immigrate from the island to the mainland?

You're just overthinking it!

It's like every year there are a large number of African and South American refugees migrating to developed countries in droves, but have you ever seen a few Europeans and North Americans migrating to Africa or South America in reverse? What's the point!

"So… you're refusing to help?"

After a moment's silence, Silinxi narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively.

Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, it's not a rejection.

I just want to tell you that without a mature plan and adequate preparation, the final result will inevitably end in failure.

As for whether the Kingdom of Cormanthor can be revived again, I personally do not have any preconceived position.

And as long as you can afford the price, the West Coast Empire can provide anything you need, including transport airships, fleets, mercenaries, food, building materials, weapons and equipment.

I myself would be delighted to have a reliable ally near the choke point leading to the Moon Sea.

If you really intend to take action, I can also allow you to use the Empire's busiest West Gate Port in the Falling Star Sea as a gathering place."

"Really? You don't object?"

Sirinxi raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.

Needless to say, the idea of ​​restoring Myth Drannor and rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor was a temporary one, and there was no expectation of support at all.

But now, she suddenly felt that this matter seemed feasible.

At the very least, the elven gods and the royal court of Evermeet Island will certainly give their strong support.

In addition, with the support of the behemoth West Coast Empire, as long as they can capture Myth Drannor and restart the magic locks to expel the invaders, and then slowly attract some elves living in the continent of Faerun to settle there, it is not a fantasy to restore the former glory.

"I can see no reason to object, can I? And I would like to gain the friendship of the elf and yourself."

Zuo Si expressed his attitude clearly with a businesslike smile on his face.

"Very good. I think you have won my friendship. This is an invitation letter personally sent by the Queen of Evermeeting, Amuraru Moonflower. We can discuss the remaining details when we meet on Evermeeting."

As she spoke, Silinxi took out a beautifully crafted scroll that obviously had some magical power from her arms and gently placed it on the table. Then she stood up, bowed slightly, and left the Mage Tower.

"An invitation from Yongju Island? I am really flattered..."

Zuo Si opened the scroll and looked at the beautiful elven characters on it, as well as the queen's exclusive seal below, and pursed his lips to reveal a playful smile.

Because generally speaking, only elves are allowed to enter Evermeet.

In addition, there are half-elves who have close blood ties with the elven families on the island.

For example, Khellben has some elven blood and maintains a certain connection with his elven family, so he can visit often.

The Queen's Seal, in particular, can break the magical protection established by the gods around Evermeet Island.

Including the illusions created by Sehanine Moonbow and the currents and winds created by Adri Faenya.

Any ship that attempts to approach Yongju Island without an invitation will either deviate from its course due to the confusion of illusions, or be attacked by storms, water columns and whirlpools, and eventually sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

In this regard, the Red Robe Wizards, the Zhentarim, the Drow Elves, and the pirates who once wreaked havoc all have deep experience.

"Master, are you going to accept the invitation to Evergather Island?"

The ancient silver dragon of hell, Aidalon, appeared out of nowhere and asked in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si asked back with interest: "Why, do you have any suggestions on this?"

Aidalong shook his head gently. "No, I just want to remind you that Yongju Island has always been under the watchful eyes of the elven gods. It is very likely that Silinxi came here at their instruction."

"Ah, I know this without you having to remind me.

If the elves want to survive and continue in this world, they need to maintain stable contact with other races on the continent of Faerun.

Whether it is rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor or establishing my own community within the West Coast Empire, I need to confirm my attitude first.

Otherwise, if I put some obstacles in their way, their plan would most likely fail.

Therefore, this invitation is most likely intended to reach some cooperation agreement.

Silinxi came to test whether I have any prejudice or hatred against the elves, that's all."

While saying this, Zuo Si put the invitation letter back on the table and quickly searched his mind for information about Amura Yuehua, the queen of Yongju Island.

She was born in DR 611 and is now almost seven hundred and sixty years old.

Even for long-lived elves, this age is quite old, and he has eleven children, three pairs of twin sisters. His productivity is really too high.

Her husband was assassinated in DR1321.

From then on, Amraru Moonflower became the sole ruler of Evermeet Island, enjoying an extremely high status and prestige.

Many elves have created works of art, poetry, and music with her as the theme, the number of which is second only to those dedicated to the gods.

So if you bring gifts, it is best to choose something like art or crafts.

Just as Zuo Si was thinking about what preparations he needed to make before going to Yongju Island, Aidalong suddenly interrupted and asked, "Are you really going to support the restoration of Cormanthor?"

“It’s not support, it’s a transaction at best.

As long as there are enough benefits, I will be very happy to provide them with all the help I can.

What's more, once Cormanthor successfully restores his country, it will be like planting another nail in the wall around Shade City and Zhentil Keep.

They will be the ones who feel irritated and have headaches then.

If you can get benefits and disgust your enemies at the same time, why not do it? "

Zuo Si gave an explanation with a smirk on his face.

Although the West Coast Empire will not continue to expand its territory eastward after annexing the North, it does not mean that it cannot expand its influence.

A glance at the map shows that, after his operations, a network of allies, vassals, colonies and puppets has been quietly established along the coast of the Eastern Falling Star Sea.

It starts from the Kingdom of Cormyr, passes through Sembia, the Pirate Islands, Agrallon, and reaches the easternmost province of Alaur.

With this link, the Empire can easily control the busiest trade routes from the ocean to the land in the core area of ​​the continent of Faerun.

If Cormanthor is added into the mix, even the Moon Sea ruled by Zhentil Keep will have to behave itself.

Otherwise, if several necessary roads are blocked, the towns that rely on trade for their survival will collapse immediately.

"What about Fuzol Chamberlain? Aren't you going to support him?" Aidalon continued to ask.

"Fuzol Chamberlain? He should withstand the attack of the City of Ghosts and survive first."

Zuo Si smiled contemptuously.

Although Zhentil Castle is considered to be the only one in the Moon Sea, it always bullies this person or provokes that person, as if no one can afford to offend it.

But compared to the City of Ghosts, it's a complete weakling.

In particular, the overwhelming gap between the number and quality of spellcasters cannot be narrowed by quantity alone.

Aidalong nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean. Help the latter in the conflict between Shade City and Zhentil Keep, and help the former in the conflict between the elves and Zhentil Keep."

From today on, you are responsible for keeping in touch with Ximanmeng.

I need you to work together to uproot the Zhentarim, leaving only an empty shell that looks bright and beautiful on the surface.

In this way, Fuzzol Chamberlain will become completely deaf and blind, and will proceed along the path we point out with limited intelligence and information."

Zuo Si stroked his chin and gave instructions quickly.

In his opinion, compared with the experience and military strength of Zhentil Keep, the Zhentarim are the most valuable part of this system.

Especially in recent years, since Ximanmon came to power, actions with obvious violent colors such as assassination, sabotage and subversion have become less and less common, while infiltration, lurking, bribery, buying off, intelligence gathering and other work have become more and more common, and it seems that there is a prototype of a modern national intelligence agency.

It is this change that makes the Zhentarim increasingly hidden and less known.

Even their mortal enemies, the Harpers, began to feel fear.

Because the Zhentarim will no longer insist on direct confrontation, but will use corrupt local law enforcement agencies, bureaucrats, and even the public to cause trouble for them.

By the time the Harpers on the mission got into dire trouble, the Zhentarim spies had already achieved their goal and retreated.

After properly arranging matters in Faerun, Zuo Si quickly returned to the scout room to continue observing Arthas and Jaina.

After all, it will take some time before we get to Yongju Island to keep the appointment, so there is no need to rush.

He had to use this time to consolidate the beliefs he had established, especially to find a suitable container to descend his consciousness. In the meantime, he happened to see an restricted action movie.

很显然，吉安娜试图用这种方式来让王子内心之中的仇恨与焦虑找到一个发泄的渠道。

只可惜，她太低估了阿尔萨斯骨子里的执着与极端的性格。

虽然短暂的欢愉让洛丹伦王储绷着的脸有所松动，甚至一度露出了微笑。

但这一切随着沿途看到被瘟疫感染全部变成亡灵生物的村庄，吉安娜所做的一切努力都白费了。

“玛尔加尼斯！！！”

阿尔萨斯在杀光了所有变成僵尸和食尸鬼的村民后发出了野兽般的低吼。

“冷静点，我的王子，你已经快要被仇恨冲昏头脑了。”

吉安娜赶忙取消召唤出来的水元素跑过来安抚对方快要失控的情绪。

可这一次显然失败了，不仅没能让阿尔萨斯冷静下来，反而被十分粗暴的一把推开。

“冷静？你让我怎么冷静！从安多哈尔到壁炉谷、再到斯坦索姆周围这些村庄！看看诅咒教派对我的子民做了什么？”

这种无礼的举动让吉安娜震惊不已，完全不敢相信以前永远都对自己彬彬有礼的王子居然会变成这幅样子，甚至悲伤的想要哭泣。

但最终她还是坚强的忍耐下来，用尽可能温柔的声音解释道：“我当然知道。可你生气和发怒不能解决任何问题。敌人之所以这样做就是想要激怒你，让你在冲动之下做出不理智的判断。”

就在阿尔萨斯张开嘴想要说点什么的时候，远处正在打扫战场、烧毁那些受到瘟疫污染谷物的士兵突然发出一声呐喊。

“快看！这里还有个幸存者！他……他好像感染了瘟疫但还没死！”

瞬间！

原本因为沿途见到过太多毁灭和死亡而士气低落的军队立刻爆发出一阵欢呼。

紧跟着十几个人争抢着冲进已经开始燃烧的谷仓，把躲在里边奄奄一息的青年从里边扛了出来。

为首的法瑞克队长更是扯着嗓子高呼：“牧师！快过来！这个人还有救！”

“来了来了！都让开点！”

兰尼急匆匆的跑过来迅速检查幸存者的身体状况。

紧跟着毫不犹豫连续释放了移除疾病和移除诅咒两个神术。

因为诅咒教派所散播的魔法瘟疫，同时具有疾病和诅咒两种效果，光是单独解除疾病或解除诅咒都只能暂时缓解症状，用不了多久还会再次发作。

当然，对于那些还没有表现出严重症状的感染者，只需要服用转化过的圣水便能起到相当不错的治疗效果。

作为塔洛娜的选民，分析像天灾瘟疫这种东西并制作出相应的解药对左思而言简直就是小儿科，完全没有一丁点难度。

他赐予这些牧师转化圣水的神术的时候就加入了一些特殊配方。

所以只要不是那些已经失去意识奄奄一息的病人，基本喝下几次之后便会迅速好转并逐渐康复。

但对那些只剩下半口气的就没用了，只能上三环和三环以上的神术治疗。

以现如今这些牧师所拥有的法力值，根本救不了太多濒死的感染者。

不过好在这座村子里的幸存者只有一个，所以兰尼也不必担心法力值消耗的问题。

短短几秒钟的功夫，陷入昏迷的青年就睁开眼睛醒了过来，用十分虚弱的声音问：“我……我这是得救了吗？村子里的其他人呢？”

“抱歉，你是我们在村子里见到的唯一一个活人了。至于其他人，他们都已经死了。”

说着，法瑞克队长透过全封闭头盔的缝隙撇了一眼广场上正在焚烧的尸骸，心情顿时变得异常沉重。

“只有我活下来了么……”

年轻人瞳孔内原本燃起的一丝希望之光迅速变得暗淡，最终彻底熄灭变得如同一具没有灵魂的行尸走肉。

正当兰尼显然想要安慰这个年轻人两句的时候，突然感觉到有一股强大的力量从自己的身体里涌出，紧跟着化作一团光将对方从头到脚笼罩起来。

同时脑海中回荡着一个模糊不清的声音。

意识到这是某种启迪之后，兰尼根本不敢怠慢，立马抓起对方的手激动不已的说道：“恭喜你，年轻人，你被伟大的神选中了。”

“神？”

青年一脸茫然的眨了眨眼睛。

因为他只听说过在遥远的城镇有一些教堂传播圣光的教义，可是却从未听说过有什么具体的神。

兰尼用力点了点头：“是的。只要你愿意献上信仰，伟大的契约之神索斯将赐予你无上的荣光与强大的力量。你可以用这股力量去帮助他人，消灭那些该死诅咒教派的信徒跟亡灵。”

听到这句话，原本已经心如死灰的青年内心之中顿时燃起了一团火焰，一团名为复仇的火焰，挣扎着从地上坐起来，用尽全身力气拽住牧师的手腕问：“只要我信仰你刚才提到的那位神就能获得强大的力量？”

“没错！ 看看我，原本只是一名信仰圣光的见习牧师。

结果在亡灵大举入侵的时候什么忙都帮不上，只能眼睁睁看着一个又一个人在痛苦中死去。

可自从信仰了伟大的神之后，我不仅能够净化和治愈那些感染瘟疫生病的人，还能释放攻击神术摧毁亡灵生物。

所以没什么好犹豫的，快来加入我们吧。

我保证你绝对不会为自己今天做出的选择而感到后悔。”

此时此刻的兰尼就如同一个狂热的信徒，向眼前这个已经失去了一切的年轻人传教。

“我愿意！接下来要怎么做才能获得神的认可？”

青年急不可耐的追问。

他甚至不顾自己虚弱的身体硬撑着站了起来。

兰尼立马搀扶住对方轻声安慰道：“别急。你先吃点东西，等稍微恢复一下我再来为你举办入教仪式。否则以你现在的状态，根本坚持不到最后。”

“好，都听你的。食物，给我食物，我感觉自己快要饿死了。”

重新燃起生的渴望后，青年立刻便感觉到饥肠辘辘，肚子也不停发出咕噜噜的叫声。

附近的士兵见状，立刻掏出自己干粮袋里的面包和肉干递了过去。

前者立刻狼吞虎咽的吃了起来，一边吃还一边向兰尼询问关于契约之神的来历和教义。

从头到尾看完这一幕悲剧的吉安娜不由得微微叹了口气。

“唉——又是一个完全被愤怒仇恨吞噬的可怜人。这一路上，兰尼和他的教会已经吸纳了很多像这种复仇者吧？”

“嗯，大概有上千人了。

不过以复仇者的身份活着也总比成为行尸走肉强得多。

而且这些人正在快速学会如何战斗，应该可以在对付玛尔加尼斯的时候成为不错的帮手。

另外，不必再说那些没用的废话了，吉安娜。

我很清楚自己在做什么。”

阿尔萨斯注视着不断发展壮大的教会说道。

此时此刻，算上逃难的妇女和儿童，兰尼已经聚集起了数千人的队伍。

凭借着可以治疗瘟疫这项强大的能力，他几乎每走到一个地方都会受到当地居民的热烈欢迎，并且在当地大肆传教把原本圣光的信徒转化成为左思的信徒。

这种变化也让左思与艾泽拉斯星球的联系变得更加紧密，可以渗透进来的力量也与日俱增。

最开始的时候，他只能赐予零到三环的神术，但现在已经可以赐予六环以上了。

牧师队伍更是从个位数增长到了上百人之多。

其中有的选择留在自己居住的城镇继续传教，但更多的还是跟随军队一起踏上前往斯坦索姆的道路。

因为左思知道，在洛丹伦王国北方的边境重镇斯坦索姆，有海量已经感染了瘟疫的平民需要拯救。

而牧师的数量直接决定了能够拯救出多少人。

等吃过简单的晚饭天色完全暗下来之后，在一栋被清理出来的民房内，兰尼正带着教会施法等级最高的十几名牧师呈半圆形站在客厅的地板上，高举双手吟唱着连他们自己都听不懂、也同样不明白是什么意思的咒语。

而那名获救的青年则满怀期待坐在绘制出来的法阵中央。

没过一会儿功夫，周围的魔法能量便迅速向法阵中央聚集，形成了肉眼可见的能量漩涡。

可有趣的地方在于，这些足以轻松撕裂老虎、狮子等猛兽的能量漩涡非但没有伤害到任何人，反而以极快的速度涌入青年的体内，使其身体开始不可避免的膨胀，宛如吹涨了的气球。

还没等他反应过来发生了什么，空气中突然浮现出一张巨大的人脸，以及两只无法用语言形容的眼睛。

轰！！！！！！

青年只觉得自己的大脑变得一片空白，意识也在猛烈的冲击下变得越来越模糊，双脚不由自主的离地漂浮在半空中。

周围的牧师们看到这一幕，脸上顿时浮现出无比的狂热，更加卖力的吟唱咒语，完全不在乎被抽走的魔法能量。

Even though he looked pale and severely overdrawn, he did not show any intention of retreating.

Facts have proven that faith is more likely to develop in places that are filled with danger, war, poverty and hunger.

On the contrary, in those wealthy and prosperous places, the demand for this aspect is very weak, and some even respond with contempt and disdain.

Obviously, the Curse Cult and the Lich King behind it indirectly helped Zuo Si a lot.

Otherwise, it would take him decades or even hundreds of years to get in.

With the help of these fanatical beliefs and the young man's extremely special physique, Zuo Si's consciousness finally forced its way into Azeroth through numerous obstacles.

When he landed in this small living room, everyone felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted, illuminating the originally dim room as if it were daytime.

Then, Lanny, the only one who had not yet fainted, saw these spiritual energies transform into threads and flow into the young man's body before he died.

The latter was like a puppet, unable to move at all, with its eyes, mouth, nose and ears all emitting silver light.

I don’t know how long it took…

Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours...

After the entire living room calmed down completely, Zuo Si, who had finally succeeded in injecting his consciousness into the container, raised his hand and made a fist, then shook his head helplessly.

“It’s so weak.

This is probably not even one percent of the original body's power.

And without the connection to the Planeswalker land cards, it's basically garbage.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just for temporary use anyway.

Before arriving in Stratholme, I needed to learn the ways of spellcasting in this world.

By the way, use Mal'Ganis to test the strength of the Burning Legion commanders."

While speaking, Zuo Si began to sense and gather magical energy, constantly shaping energy effects such as fire, ice, arcane, nature, and holy light in his palms.

Although the lack of the planeswalker's spark made the process very difficult, he still mastered a certain amount of spellcasting ability before dawn.

At least it's not a big problem to make a fireball, create a blizzard, release holy light or natural energy to heal the injured.

As for divine magic, since only a wisp of consciousness had descended, he could barely use the Nine Rings, but that was all.

As the first ray of sunlight shone in through the window, the priests who had fainted from the huge energy impact woke up one after another.

When they saw Zuo Si sitting at the dining table with an expressionless face, they immediately knelt on the ground without hesitation and spoke words of praise and admiration with great excitement.

As the first person to be baptized, Lanny burst into tears and spoke incoherently: "Great God! You finally appeared before us.

Without your merciful gifts and protection, we mortals would have died long ago from the dual attack of plague and the undead.

You are our savior! No! You are the savior of the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even the Alliance!

Please use your wisdom as vast as the ocean to show us how to get out of this terrible disaster."

“This epidemic will not end in a short period of time, and may even break out more violently in the near future.

If you want to avoid this inevitable disaster, find a way to take your family and friends out to sea on a boat to the more distant Stranglethorn Vale in the south.

Only in that tropical rainforest is there hope for life.

Don't worry about the trolls in the jungle, I will take care of that threat myself."

Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be dignified and gave the answer.

"What? Even with your great power, can't you stop the spread of plague and undead?"

Lanny's mouth opened in disbelief.

In his opinion, the God he believes in should be omnipotent.

After all, when the miracle was first demonstrated, the pillar of light that was enough to destroy all undead creatures and heal all the infected was the best proof.

Zuo Si replied calmly: "If I can descend in a complete form, I can certainly do it.

But the problem is that there are too few people in this world who believe in me.

My power can only seep in a little bit.

Therefore, it is impossible to solve the evil force behind the plague.

The only thing we can do now is to show you a way to avoid the disaster and save more innocent people."

After saying that, Zuo Si reached out his hand and gently stroked the head of the young priest kneeling in front of him. He imitated the god of suffering Ilmater and showed a smile full of mercy and compassion, and his eyes revealed a light with strong suggestion and charm.

In the blink of an eye, all the priests present were deeply impressed by the kindness he displayed, and they swore to follow in God's footsteps, and not even death would make them retreat.

Little did they know that the one they were kneeling to was not a god, but a great devil from Baator who was good at playing tricks on people...

(End of this chapter)