Especially the dreadlord Tichondrius, he couldn't believe that one of the most powerful pit lords in the legion would die at the hands of his own pet.
However, Archimonde, who was eager to seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, could no longer care about so much.
He first personally ordered the Doom Guard to advance towards Mount Hyjal with Hellfire, and at the same time ordered Tichondrius to take the Skull of Gul'dan to corrupt the narrow area later called Felwood, making it impossible for the night elves to get support from allies such as tree men and bear monsters.
In short, Archimonde planned to weaken the resistance as much as possible before officially launching a full-scale attack on Mount Hyjal, to avoid the situation in which all forces united to fight against the Legion as in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.
The human and tauren coalition also advanced along the Ashenvale towards Mount Hyjal.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will take at least more than a month to reach the destination and officially start the final battle that will determine the fate of the entire world.
But the difference from the original timeline is that this time there are no orcs on the list of people resisting the Burning Legion.
To be precise, after returning to the Horde, Warchief Thrall took the orcs and trolls of the Darkspear tribe to establish a temporary camp on the broken land of Azshara.
He neither chose to continue pursuing the Warsong Clan nor had any intention of joining the war.
Instead, they physically fought with the large number of local Nagas and Murlocs.
It wasn't long before Thrall, with his newly formed Blood Guard, swept across the Broken Beach and established his own home on the ruins of the Highborne.
Relying on the rich forest and fishery resources, the tribe quickly got rid of the food shortage and even established farms to raise pigs and deer to meet the huge demand for meat from orcs and trolls. It seemed as if they were determined to put down roots and settle here.
Since Azshara was once the capital of the ancient night elf empire and was also the center of the first explosion of the Well of Eternity, it was regarded as a cursed land by the night elves and was never approached easily.
Apart from the Nagas, Bear Monsters, Murlocs and a small number of Satyrs, only some ghosts of the dead upper elves were left wandering in the ruins.
For the orcs who have rich experience in war and combat, dealing with this group of losers is just a matter of using their hands.
What's more, after the Nagas realized that this group of outsiders were not easy to deal with, they decisively chose to retreat temporarily.
On the other hand, Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Clan went deep into the Felwood Forest, patiently waiting for the arrival of the demon hunter Illidan Stormrage.
Under Zuo Si's arrangement, they will become the latter's first batch of loyal followers to pass through the Dark Portal to Outland, and then let the orcs have a good taste of what it feels like to have their world invaded, burned, killed and looted by foreign enemies.
At that time, all the native orcs will disappear completely, either having their blood sucked out and turning into cold corpses, or being transformed into blood orcs.
As for Thrall, Zuo Si would "kindly" allow him to continue leading the tribe for a period of time and accumulate prestige bit by bit.
When the time is right, the resurrected undead will be thrown out, and this guy will expose in public that Thrall is not only a murderer of his compatriots, but also a blood orc like Grom.
At that time, this great chief who holds a lofty status will taste the feeling of falling from heaven to hell in an instant, and will also taste the feeling of being abandoned and betrayed.
He will go from being a hero admired by everyone to a sinner.
The huge psychological gap will defeat a person's thoughts, will and the beliefs he has always held, and will inevitably lead to evil.
It is even possible that you make a decision that you will regret for the rest of your life due to extreme emotions.
And this is the result Zuo Si expected to see.
Needless to say, he longs to obtain Thrall's soul, and then take it to hell to be further corrupted and degraded, slowly turning it into a chess piece that can be used for his own purposes.
This chess piece will be taken to the continent of Faerun and thrown into an orc tribe, and then the faith of the orc gods will be completely subverted from within, and they will be completely expelled from the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located.
After all, Zuo Si, who always holds grudges, will never forget that when he was still very weak, it was the orc god Geumsh who tried to descend and incarnate to kill him.
Of course, this plan requires a long period of preparation.
Even the Battle of Mount Hyjal took about a month or two to break out completely.
During this period, the Burning Legion was advancing steadily, and Tyrande continued to awaken the druids sleeping in the Emerald Dream, while summoning allies to organize defense.
Zuo Si was obviously not interested in these boring little things.
What's more, after a period of preparation, the elves of Yongju Island, who were always slow in doing anything, finally gathered an "army" of 5,000 people and arrived at Askatla on a warship.
Silinsi, who has never paid much attention to her appearance, not only changed into a gorgeous robe and wore a crown this time, but also took out the sword of Akokorem, which symbolizes the legitimate rule of Cormanthor, and wore it in the most conspicuous place to demonstrate her legitimacy.
When she left the ship and stepped onto the largest and most prosperous port of the West Coast Empire, she immediately felt the powerful and extremely complex magical maze enveloping this super-giant city.
No! Not just cities!
There are also farmlands, villages and small towns within hundreds of kilometers around.
The abundant magical energy in the surrounding environment and the repeatedly reinforced magic net can withstand the all-out attack of a dozen or even dozens of legendary wizards without collapsing.
Moreover, above the city, you can see several crystals floating about 500 to 1,000 meters above the ground, emitting dazzling light. These are the famous Mysera Cores of Netheril.
There are more than six of them.
Their well-arranged arrangement forms a system that echoes the magic maze, providing the city below with almost unlimited magical energy.
It was clearly night time, but all kinds of magic lamps and torches with eternal flames were scattered throughout the streets and alleys, and there was no dark place at all on the streets of the entire city.
Even some busy market streets were brighter and more dazzling than daytime.
Hundreds of wizard towers stand densely near the north of the new city area. More than two thousand wizards and more than four times as many apprentices are engaged in various researches day and night, as well as the production of magical equipment, scrolls and potions.
There is no doubt that today's Askatla is the most prosperous, richest and most modern city in the entire continent of Faerun, without a doubt.
It is also a veritable magic city.
Neither the capital of Cyre, ruled by red wizards, nor the capital of Halruaa, the kingdom of wizards, can compare with it.
After gaining the ability to perform the elves' high-level magic rituals, Zuo Si spent several months in a frenzy to create this unprecedented magnificent miracle.
It combines the knowledge of Netheril, the system of elven magic puzzles, and unique magic from multiple time and space including Magic Earth and Ravnica.
Finally, we have to add the spark of the Planeswalker that can connect multiple worlds.
"Soth is a lunatic! He actually put the idea he mentioned earlier into action in just a few months, and it seems to have basically succeeded."
Silinxi raised her hand and used the silver fire bestowed by the Goddess of Magic to feel the magical effects and abilities in the air around her, her face full of shock and disbelief.
"Ideas? What ideas?"
Another elven wizard who was accompanying them asked in an uncertain tone.
Silinxi answered without hesitation: "He once proposed to create an unprecedented maze with himself as the center, which could change the magic and physical rules within a radius of thousands of kilometers in an instant, and even directly reshape the environment and topography of a continent or even a world."
"Using yourself as the core of a magic maze?!"
The elven wizard's pupils suddenly dilated, and even his breathing became rapid.
"Yeah, it's crazy isn't it?"
Silinxi licked her lips subconsciously, and for the first time she felt a strong sense of awe and admiration for someone.
Because in this huge and extremely complex maze, she found that a part of the [Spell Transfer] she invented was incorporated into it as a rule.
You should know that the original [Spell Transfer] can only affect the magic network within a range of two to three hundred meters at best.
But now, after being incorporated into the rules, it can directly affect an area of hundreds of kilometers in radius.
Its difficulty is simply not on the same level as the original spell.
In addition, there are many unfamiliar magical powers that Silinxi has never come into contact with.
Even though she herself was extremely familiar with magic mazes, she was not sure she could break through this maze that had no idea how many layers of defense it had and that changed the rules of the real world.
To be exact, this was not a power that ordinary people could possess.
Only gods or powerful god-like powers can achieve this.
"So this magic maze doesn't exist forever, but moves with the opponent? When he leaves Athkatla, the maze covering the city will completely disappear?"
The elven wizard's eyes also revealed horror at this moment.
You should know that fixing the core of the maze on an immovable object is already extremely difficult, and it requires the sacrifice of several or even dozens of high-level wizards to barely achieve it.
He simply couldn't believe how many difficulties no mortal could imagine that needed to be overcome in order to use a living person as the core of the maze.
Silinxi smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, not really.
From what I understand, Soth, as a planeswalker, has a unique ability.
That is, through the power of land cards, you can achieve a connection across time and space with a certain world or even a city.
As long as he made location cards for all the important cities in the West Coast Empire, all the important cities on the entire West Coast would be shrouded in this magic barrier.
If any foolish fool wants to attack this country, they will taste the end of the world.
The West Coast Empire is undoubtedly the most powerful country in the continent of Faerun and the planet Toril today.
So tell our people right away to put away their insignificant pride and arrogance and be as humble as possible here.
I don't want to make an enemy I can't afford to offend because of some idiot's ignorance."
"Understood! I will go and warn all the priests, mages, officers, and soldiers right away."
The elven wizard hurriedly placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then turned to the troops who were landing along the pier walkway.
Since they had given notice in advance, the dock officials knew several days in advance that the elves from Yongju Island would land in the next few days.
In addition, they used a newly built military port instead of a cargo port, so the whole process did not cause any unrest.
On the contrary, many businessmen and civilians were curious about this and asked around why this elven army suddenly appeared in Askatla, and whether the emperor of the empire had reached some agreement with Evermeet Island to form an alliance and declare war on a certain country or force.
A few minutes later, Zuo Si teleported over. He first gave the elven wizard who was about to become the Lord and Queen of Cormanthor a polite hug, then greeted her with a smile, "Welcome to Athkatra. I hope the changes here haven't surprised you too much."
"In fact, my jaw is about to drop. Did you make those Mysera Cores?"
After saying that, Silinxi raised her finger and pointed at the crystals floating in the sky.
Although these energy sources that grant permanent invisibility are completely invisible to ordinary people, they shine as brightly as little suns under magical vision.
“Oh, yes, it’s my work.
In fact, making the Core of Misera is not as difficult as the outside world imagines.
It was just that the deep magic network was closed and several key eleven-ring magics could not be performed.
Fortunately, the generous goddess gave me some privileges, so I can bring this interesting alchemical creation back to the world.
With them, I can make all the cities in the empire shrouded in a more dense magical energy, reduce the difficulty of learning arcane magic, and thus increase the number of mages and warlocks exponentially in a short period of time.
In just a few years, the number of wizards in the empire will exceed 200,000, and the number of apprentices will be countless.
With these spellcasters as a foundation, I can cooperate with the Gond Church to invent a variety of popular magic technologies, and ultimately benefit more civilians.
Besides, the popularity of magic will also bring extra faith to the goddess, right?"
Zuo Si enthusiastically introduced his recent research results.
In his opinion, the powerful ten-ring, eleven-ring, and even twelve-ring spells and the floating cities in the sky from the Netheril era were certainly amazing.
But what really made the entire civilization flourish was the Core of Misera and the temporary magical items built around it.
These relatively cheap things have successfully transformed magic from a privilege only enjoyed by a few elites into something that anyone with a little money can enjoy.
Therefore, all the Netherese living in the floating city without exception madly support the research and development of magic, forming a common understanding and national consensus.
This is just like the technological boom on Earth in modern times. In essence, it is because the common people have enjoyed the benefits and convenience brought by technology, so society has reached a consensus that developing technology is the most important thing.
By the same token, if the left wants to build an empire with highly developed magical powers, it must first change people's vigilance, disgust and distrust of magic itself, and make everyone feel that the development of magic can actually bring benefits to themselves.
It's a pity that the archmages had been away from the bottom for too long and did not realize the foundation that enabled Netheril to transform from a few small fishing villages into a powerful magical kingdom.
Moreover, he did not continue to develop magical technologies that could benefit more ordinary people, but was obsessed with pursuing the goal of becoming or even surpassing the gods.
This directly led to the fact that after the collapse of Netheril, no one wanted to rebuild it except the Undead Ovo and the City of Ghosts.
However, Zuo Si was obviously well aware of the importance of this aspect, so he spent a lot of money to make several Misera Cores to provide cheap magical energy to the residents of the entire Askatla.
In this way, cheap magic lamps, vehicles, running water and other miscellaneous inventions will enter the homes of ordinary people, providing a higher quality of life.
Likewise, the threshold for inventing and making these temporary magic items is very low, and even apprentices can get a piece of the pie, thus preventing them from causing trouble due to not being able to find suitable jobs or make money.
Don't underestimate this.
All educated elite groups tend to have a high opinion of themselves.
Especially for mages, they would never do jobs that they consider to be "lowly" such as farmers or craftsmen. The worst they can do is to be a scribe.
If we train a large number of mages and apprentices but fail to provide them with enough jobs, then we will be faced with war throughout the empire.
After all, even if a low-level wizard is determined to cause trouble, he can easily cause hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of casualties, as well as unimaginable economic losses.
They are not the college students who become unemployed as soon as they graduate in modern society. At most they may make a few sarcastic remarks on the Internet, but they really dare to take practical actions to vent their inner anger and dissatisfaction.
This is why magical civilizations are often extremely fragile. They will collapse instantly after experiencing internal and external troubles, and then completely disappear in the long river of history.
The biggest difference from technological civilization is that the destructive power of wizards in magical civilization is many orders of magnitude higher than that of scientists in technological civilization.
Once scientists leave behind a large number of advanced instruments and expensive resources, it is basically unlikely that they will cause any devastating damage to the existing social system.
But what about the mages? They can summon demons and devils from other planes, poison with necromancy and raise an army of the undead, or even directly bring in gods and ancient evils to destroy the world.
Therefore, Zuo Si has always attached great importance to providing sufficient welfare benefits to the mage group, and at the same time, he has absorbed the smartest and most talented ones into the core circle through arcane magic.
He knew very well that these were the people he really needed to win over and unite with, rather than the bureaucrats, businessmen and the common people.
“Well, now I understand why you are the most favored voter today.
If this continues, the faith and influence of the Goddess of Magic will soon spread to every corner of the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
The number of believers will surge to millions.
The most important thing is that the development of magic theory and technology will show a blowout, and thousands of new magic and items will be invented.
Compared to you, we voters are just a bunch of idlers."
Silinxi couldn't help but sigh.
There is no doubt that voters like Zuo Si, who can not only practice the doctrine but also bring more faith and greatly expand their influence, are the most in line with the will of God.
As for herself, let alone practicing the teachings and bringing more believers and influence to the goddess, she simply disappeared for hundreds of years without any news.
The other voters are pretty much just muddling through.
Elminster was notoriously nosy. Unless he encountered the fall of the goddess during the turbulent years, he never did any serious work. He never took the initiative to teach magic knowledge to young people, let alone train apprentices on a large scale.
Alustriel spent all her time in Silvermoon City pursuing her political ideals and ambitions, and never fulfilled her duties as a voter.
Storm Queen Xinbu spent most of her time fending off attacks from the Red Robe Wizard. Even though she invented the famous sequencer magic, that was all she could do.
As for Storm Silverhand, Dove Eaglehand, Xiren, and Kuilu, their contributions to the field of magic are basically zero.
So it can be said that among the voters created by the second generation of the Goddess of Magic, except for the first one, Azuth, who has become the God of Mages, there is not a single qualified one left.
Look at the voters of Bane, the god of tyranny, who are willing to sacrifice their own lives to resurrect the gods they serve and spread the idea of tyranny; the voters of Tempus, the god of war, are even more keen to participate in every war and expand the influence of gods through fighting and killing.
Among the many voters of the Magic Goddess, Zuo Si is definitely an out-and-out outlier, and the only one who does what a voter should do.
Based on this point alone, Silinxi felt that it was not unreasonable for the other party to gain the attention and love of so many gods.
Similarly, she also felt a little embarrassed.
Zuo Si responded in a half-joking tone: “This is also what I find strange.
What principles did the previous generation of magic goddesses follow when looking for voters? Talent?
ability?
Or is it simply pleasing to the eye?
Especially Elminster, I really don't understand how someone like him who advocates restricting the use of magic became an elected official.
Because no matter from which angle you look at it, he has a counterproductive effect on the development of magic."
"The second generation magic goddess is a very special and interesting person. How to describe her? She is a little bit playboy and hedonistic."
Silinxi gave a meaningful answer.
As the oldest voter alive, she knew everything that happened back then, and could even recite the long list of goddess lovers like naming dishes.
You have to know that the second generation magic goddess doesn't just like men, she is a typical bisexual.
Elminster is just the most famous one.
There are countless people like Sammaster who simply forget about the favor they received once.
"But that's no reason for her not to do her job well, is it?"
Zuo Si obviously didn't have any good feelings towards the second-generation magic goddess, so his tone was particularly impolite.
"Perhaps."
Silinxi shrugged her shoulders, then quickly fixed her gaze on the position of Zuo Si's heart in his chest, narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively: "You used your heart as the core of the maze?"
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, not the heart, but the soul.
I used a magical technique that does not exist in this world to imprint my soul.
Now, most magic and divine spells can be performed with just a thought, without any spells or casting actions.
Even some legendary spells."
"Soul Marking?!"
Silinxi raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
"Yes. Believe me, you don't want to know the details. Because with the strength of a mortal soul, it will collapse in indescribable pain before even one-tenth of the torture is completed. It is cruel, a hundred times more cruel than the most terrible torture you have ever seen."
As he said this, a creepy light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
Seeing this, Silinxi couldn't help but shiver and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! Stop talking, my skin is already covered with goose bumps."
Obviously, she knew what soul imprinting meant.
While the two were talking, the entire elven army finally disembarked and lined up in neat rows at the naval port's dock.
Not only are they wearing silver enchanted armor, but the weapons and arrows in their hands are also basically +2 and up.
Moreover, the ratio of spellcasters such as mages, warlocks and priests is as high as five to one.
Basically, there is one spellcaster among every six people, so they can disperse when necessary and act as a team.
In addition, the average level of warriors and rangers has reached LV5.
I can only say that it truly is worthy of being the Isle of Evermeet, the last stronghold of the Toril elves.
This army of 5,000 people placed on the continent of Faerun would definitely make many city-states and even countries uneasy.
"Do you plan to rest in Askatla for a few days, or set off immediately?" Zuo Si asked directly.
"Of course we should set off as soon as possible. I don't want to wait too long and let the enemy seize the core of Myth Drannor's puzzle."
Silinxi gave the answer very straightforwardly.
Since elves do not need sleep like humans, but can instead rely on shorter periods of meditation, even after drifting on the sea for several days, the mental state of most warriors is still quite good and there is no need to rest at all.
What's more, she had been away from her hometown for so long that she couldn't wait to go back and take a look.
"In that case, let's take the airship. It only takes a few days from here to Cormanso."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and shot a dazzling red ball of light into the sky.
As the ball of light continued to rise, Silinxi and the elves below finally saw an extremely large airship slowly descending.
On the upper deck of the airship, you can see more than a dozen dragons and their knights ready to go.
Needless to say, in today's Faerun continent, the only one that can possess large-scale dragon knights is the West Coast Empire.
Watching the huge gunboat landing steadily on the ground, Silinxi immediately asked with a smile: "Are you planning to let the dragoons and gunboats escort us?"
“That’s right.
As a token of our gratitude to the elven god, Corellon, this gunboat and its attached dragoons will be loaned to you for use during the war until Myth Drannor is recaptured.
Come on, dear Queen.
I hope Cormanthor can regain its former glory under your leadership."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si made a gesture of invitation.
"I will!"
Silinxi gave a solemn assurance, then took graceful steps to be the first to board the airship and enter the command room.
The rest of the elven army also filed in and were placed in the not very spacious cabins.
As promised, the airship provided sufficient supplies to ensure that the army had no logistical worries and could fight for several months without worrying about the damage to food, drinks, weapons and armor.
The most important thing is that this is an aerial gunship that can bomb the ground from thousands of meters in the sky.
And this distance is far beyond the influence of most magic.
Together with the dragon cavalry that can be used for both reconnaissance and support, all the elves participating in the expedition are confident that they can wipe out those evil underground cousins and avenge the tragic destruction of the Kingdom of Cormanthor.
After all the soldiers were on board, the airship took off again and moved slowly to the northeast under the cover of night. After a while, it disappeared into the sky.
"Teacher, do you think Ms. Silinxi's expedition will be successful this time?"
The elf girl Guilaser Liaton walked out from the shadows, her eyes revealing a strong curiosity.
"Of course she can succeed. Because I am the one who is standing behind her and supporting her."
Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked the hair of his second disciple.
After a period of study and training, the little guy has gradually mastered the power of the family heirloom Moon Blade.
Now you no longer have to hide in the Mage Tower for training all day, but you can go out to perform some small tasks to increase practical experience.
In just a few months, she had hunted down several evil wizards who came from outside to cause trouble, as well as the demons or other dangerous alien creatures they summoned.
At this moment, the girl was holding a bloody tiefling's head in her hand.
Ever since Askatla began to expand outward crazily and absorb a large population, there have been countless people like this who want to take advantage of the situation and sneak in.
Most of them wanted to copy the methods used in other cities to establish gangs and thieves' guilds through threats, intimidation, kidnapping, seduction, bribery, etc., with the ultimate goal of colluding with bureaucrats to rule a certain area.
Especially with the launch of the Mysera Core and the creation of the magic maze, such events are becoming more and more frequent.
If it were somewhere else, the security situation would have deteriorated rapidly.
But these guys who wanted to cause trouble obviously didn't know that Zuo Si had already established a complete intelligence system and magic monitoring system.
Later, with the magic maze, he could easily sense any spells in the entire Athkatra that drew energy from the magic network.
If necessary, you can also cut off the magic network connection in a certain area, so that the opponent cannot even release the lowest level of light magic.
However, Zuo Si usually would not do this. Instead, he would directly pass the message to his young disciple and ask her to hunt the target to increase her practical experience.
Over time, Guilaser seemed to have acquired the skills of a mage killer and made a name for himself in the circle.
"Who do you think will be Lady Sirinsi's biggest enemy in her quest to regain Cormanthor?"
The girl blinked and asked again.
Zuo Si pondered for a moment and responded in an uncertain tone, "I think it is most likely the mother and son that the dark elves believe in.
Especially his son, he would not sit idly by and watch the two forces that believed in him being driven away or uprooted.
But considering this guy's usual cautious style, the possibility of sending an avatar to intervene directly is not very high.
Besides, it’s not like I don’t have the means to kill gods…”
As these words came out of his mouth, an inconspicuous-looking bowl appeared in Zuo Si's right hand. The whole bowl was red copper in color, and there were many black figures doing various actions on the outer surface.
Needless to say, this bowl is the famous world-destroying artifact - Tongzhao.
If energy is injected into it, the wall of the bowl will emit a dazzling golden light and present complex and mysterious patterns and symbols.
And since I got the spell to activate it, it is no longer just a decoration.
Once activated, it can immediately blow a world into pieces.
As for the power, it depends on the length of time the energy is drawn from the multiverse.
When necessary, the planeswalker can also directly inject his stored energy into it.
To be honest, Zuo Si has always been curious about the true power of Tongzhao.
After all, for gods and quasi-divine powers, shattering stars is basically a matter of "just having hands will do".
But the power of Tong Zhao is obviously not as simple as simply shattering stars.
It is more like an amplifier that can infinitely collect and compress energy.
The theoretical power of this thing has no upper limit.
Therefore, Zuo Si urgently needed to make an attempt to find out how powerful the explosions produced by different energy levels were.
So that you will be prepared when you need to use it against a powerful enemy in the future.
Instead of being like Urza who almost killed himself the first time he used it.
In the end, he managed to escape by igniting sparks to absorb the strong and weak energy stones.
After injecting a little energy to ignite the omen and making it emit a golden light, Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Whether it's a god or the dark titan Sargeras, or Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, you guys should come quickly and let me test the power of this broken bowl. After I understand its destructive power and operating principle, I can also greatly strengthen it."
"Teacher, the expression on your face right now is very evil and scary." Guilaser reminded carefully.
"Hahahaha! I'm originally the great devil in Baator Hell. Isn't it normal for me to be a little bit evil and scary?"
Zuo Si quickly put away Tong Zhao and laughed, then returned to the Mage Tower with his disciples.
With the successful establishment of the magic maze and the inclusion of all important cities in the West Coast Empire under its protection through land cards, all arcane spellcasters living in the area found that their connection with the magic network had actually strengthened.
Many mages also found that they could only cast fourth-level spells, but suddenly they could cast fifth-level spells.
The feeling of being hit by a pie falling from the sky inevitably made them fall into ecstasy.
When people learned that all this was because the emperor of the empire had successfully created an extremely powerful magic maze, they began to hear all kinds of flattery and praise.
There are also many wizards who travel thousands of miles from other areas and spend huge sums of money to build wizard towers, just to get the blessing of the magic maze and explore the deeper mysteries of the magic network, or to move their workshops here so that they can use the power of the maze to make cheap magic items.
In addition, the sight of major cities lit up at night has greatly enriched people's nightlife and also brought additional jobs and employment opportunities.
Many commercial streets have started to provide services 24 hours a day.
What Zuo Si found most incredible was the special entertainment venues opened by some alchemists.
They used the power of magic mazes to create cheap hallucination potions that would allow guests to experience real fantasies after taking them. They then provided some anthropomorphic dolls so that guests would see the dolls as their dream lovers in their fantasies, allowing them to vent their inner desires.
It is said that the business is booming due to the low fees, and has even triggered strong protests from some female practitioners in this traditional industry.
The two sides even had several conflicts over competing for customers. It was really magical.
However, considering that a similar combination of VR and cup had appeared on Earth before the spark was ignited, Zuo Si didn't think it was a big deal.
In the end, no matter who eliminates whom, the taxes paid to the country will not be reduced by a single cent.
In contrast, those who took the high-end route were not affected much.
After all, rich people would not use dolls that have been used repeatedly by others, and they would not rely on illusions to satisfy their desires.
This emerging industry impacts those service places that rely on low prices to attract ordinary people.
It can be predicted that the struggle between the two sides will continue for a long time in the future.
Before the winner is decided, consumers will be the biggest beneficiary.
Obviously, unlike any magical civilization that has appeared on the continent of Faerun before, the West Coast Empire, under the guidance of Zuo Si, has continuously allowed magical knowledge and technology to serve more people, rather than becoming a privilege for a very small number of people.
Even in large cities such as Askatla and Port Calin, rail trains powered by magic mazes have been opened as public transportation. The overall scene is quite similar to that of the 19th to early 20th century on Earth, or even better.
(End of this chapter)
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