Along with a low, oppressive voice, a green evil energy slowly floated out of the skull, eventually forming a very vague soul projection.
"Gul'dan..."
Ner'zhul looked at his former apprentice with a very complicated expression on his face.
As the former owner of the Skull of Gul'dan, he recognized the orc skull strung on the metal ring at a glance.
It's just not clear why there is something like a human skull on top, and it exudes an extremely powerful and terrifying aura of death magic.
But soon, the human skull also released a ball of cold gray negative energy, which slowly gathered into the appearance of a human wizard, with naked and undisguised mockery in his eyes.
"Ah! So you are Ner'zhul. You are indeed a complete loser just as Gul'dan described. I don't know why anyone would fall for a weak-willed piece of trash like you."
Needless to say, this guy is the legendary wizard who was killed by Zuo Si and made into powerful magic props, and one of the founders of the Zhentarim - Manshoon.
Obviously, Zuo Si used the power of a planeswalker to fuse two skulls containing enormous magical power together into a magical artifact.
Anyone who wears this thing can gain a series of enhancements, resistances and immunities including necromancy, fel energy and shadow magic.
Moreover, the divine creature originally summoned - the secondary projection of the god of death also gained new forms and abilities.
Not only can it harvest the target's soul, but it can also absorb vitality and magic power, and cast all the spells that the owner of the two skulls mastered during his lifetime.
However, for Zuo Si, who already possesses too many magical artifacts, the greatest use of this thing is to listen to the two extremely evil souls quarreling, mocking and ridiculing each other inside.
Since Gul'dan nor Manshoon could escape from the sealed space without permission, their only way neither to relieve their loneliness and solitude was to talk to each other.
Since both of them are arrogant and proud of their achievements when they were alive, it is not surprising that they would belittle each other and exalt themselves.
But the interesting thing is that since they can only touch each other, no matter how fierce the quarrel is, it won't take long for them to make up.
That awkward and mixed feeling of love and hate really made Zuo Si, a fun-loving person, feel extremely amused.
He even wondered if this continued for decades or even hundreds of years, that some strong, twisted, and deformed feelings would develop between Gul'dan and Manshoon.
After all, there is a saying that goes, haters are also fans.
If you really don't care, who would waste a lot of time and energy staring at someone and scolding him all day? There is no doubt that the appearance of Manshun and Gul'dan made Ner'zhul feel a huge pressure.
Because now he has been dug out of the ice, and at the same time he has lost his greatest support - the Helmet of Domination. He cannot even control all the undead creatures around the Frozen Throne with the power of his own soul. He is just like a lamb with its limbs tied up and waiting to be slaughtered.
Having been captured and tortured repeatedly by Kil'jaeden before, Ner'zhul was very afraid of experiencing that feeling of being worse than death again.
After all, with Zuo Si's skillful use of the power of death, the first Lich King had no doubt that he could play with his soul in all kinds of ways.
As the saying goes, when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
After Gul'dan's rise, Ner'zhul pretended to be Gul'dan's grandson for a long time, and only dared to show up after the news of Gul'dan's death came back.
Things like dignity and face are nothing to him.
So when faced with the ridicule from Gul'dan and Manshoon, this guy not only did not have the slightest intention of refutation, but instead chose to lower his head and remain silent.
Because Ner'zhul knew that forbearance was the most powerful weapon and the only thing he could rely on to overcome crises time and time again.
The more cowardly he behaves, the more others will look down on him, and naturally they will not regard him as a potential threat.
Back then, he successfully avoided the purge launched by Gul'dan within the orc race by playing turtle, and later he escaped from Kil'jaeden by begging for mercy without any shame.
Therefore, Ner'zhul implemented the strategy of showing weakness from beginning to end, trying his best to make himself appear non-threatening.
When others let their guard down, he would suddenly jump up and stab them from behind, completing an epic backstab.
But the problem is that this approach obviously doesn't work well in front of Zuo Si.
Because in this field of competing to see who is more insidious and cunning, Zuo Si is also an absolute expert. He directly said, "Why, don't you feel happy or excited at all to see an old acquaintance? You should know that there is no one else in the world who can understand you as well as Gul'dan."
"If possible, I hope I will never see Gul'dan again in my life. Because it was my mistake to create this twisted monster!"
After saying this, Ner'zhul looked at the broken soul emitting fel green light not far away with a look of disgust.
"So you think you created me?" Gul'dan sneered.
"Isn't that so?" Ner'zhul asked calmly. "If it weren't for my guidance, you wouldn't even be able to find the location of the Elemental Throne, let alone be chosen by the Burning Legion to become the first warlock in the history of the orcs."
But Gul'dan obviously did not agree with this statement, and shouted bluntly: "No! My destiny comes from my own choice! It has nothing to do with you! Even if I don't reach the Throne of Elements, the Burning Legion will still find me.
Because only I can be the leader who will bring the orcs to Azeroth.
Only I can make orcs drink the devil's blood and turn them into powerful evil orcs.
You are just an old, cowardly piece of shit who has neither the guts to admit your mistakes nor the courage to face your doomed dark future.
You just keep running away in fear.
But even so, you still become a plaything of fate.
Look at yourself now and tell me what you are doing is different from what I used to do?
At least I have my own ambitions and the courage to betray and resist the Burning Legion."
There is no doubt that Gul'dan's words were like sharp thorns piercing into Ner'zhul's lungs.
Because all of this is true, there is nothing false about it.
Angry! Annoyed!
ashamed!
The strong emotions caused the soul of the first Lich King to begin to emit a bone-chilling aura.
This is the power of death given to him by the Shadow Realm.
Gul'dan also showed no weakness and manipulated the fel and shadow energies to fight against it.
Although both sides are considered dead, the power they possess should not be underestimated.
Mansong fanned the flames, saying, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it! You know, there are not many opportunities to get permission to go out and have some fun. Once you miss it, you don't know when the next opportunity will be."
"Shut up! You don't need to worry about my affairs!"
Gul'dan turned around and warned this annoying "roommate", while subconsciously glancing at the master sitting on the Frozen Throne out of the corner of his eye.
To be honest, he didn't quite understand why Zuo Si suddenly allowed him to come out and meet with Ner'zhul, and what unknown conspiracy was behind it, so he acted extremely cautious, fearing that he might mess up by accident.
Little did he know that Zuo Si had no special purpose at all. He simply wanted to watch the two orcs fighting each other, and then consider whether to stuff Ner'zhul's soul into the skull.
This way he can listen to group crosstalk when he has nothing to do.
After all, you can never imagine what a soul will do when it is imprisoned and extremely bored.
Of course, at the moment Zuo Si still hopes that Ner'zhul and Gul'dan can reminisce about the past and reconnect with their past relationship.
So after taking out the skull artifact, he put on the Helm of Domination and left the Frozen Throne. He came to the rooftop at the highest point of Icecrown Citadel, raised his hand, cast a summoning spell, and whispered, "Isadora, I need you now."
Before he finished speaking!
A graceful girl appeared out of thin air across the distance in space with the help of the connection of the Planeswalker's land card.
She obviously didn't know that the place she was about to arrive at was an extremely cold glacier, so the north wind blew on her thin skirt and immediately gave her goose bumps all over her body. At the same time, she couldn't help shivering and exhaling hot air from her mouth and nose.
“It’s so cold!”
Without any hesitation!
Isadora simply snuggled into Zuo Si's arms to keep warm, with no intention of using arcane or mental magic to resist the cold.
I have to say, this little trick of hers is not very clever.
After all, he is a powerful spiritualist after all. Both his arcane spellcasting level and psychic powers have reached the ninth ring or even the legendary level.
If you can't even handle such a harsh environment, it's really an insult to your intelligence.
But Zuo Si did not point out the girl's little thoughts. Feeling the softness and warmth coming from his chest, he cast a spell to endure the environment for her. He gently stroked her soft golden hair and asked with a smile: "How have you been recently? Have you studied the knowledge I gave you seriously?"
"Of course! I have combined my psychic abilities with other mental magic to create a powerful spell-like ability.
It doesn't even require the use of spell slots, and can control and dominate thousands of targets around it with will alone.
Even undead creatures who are immune to mind control are no exception."
As she spoke, a silvery light flashed in Isadora's eyes, and then dozens of gargoyles standing on the top of the rooftop tower were quickly awakened and knelt on the ground to show their submission as ordered.
There is no doubt that the abilities she uses are the result of Zuo Si's research on the Lich King and the Helm of Domination during this period, as well as some inspiration gained from the Planeswalker Spark abandoned by the God of Pleasure Xenagos.
If the girl's mental state was not too unstable, Zuo Si would even want to give her the Spark of Xenagos.
Because this spark can greatly enhance spiritual power, it is really suitable for Isadora and can maximize her great potential in spiritual and spiritual cultivation.
But unfortunately, although the girl's mind is becoming more mature as she grows older, the madness emanating from her bones has not disappeared, it's just being concealed better and better.
Zuo Si was really not sure how much trouble Isadora could cause once she gained the ability to travel through countless time and space, or even the universe.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sighed secretly and kissed the girl on the forehead, and then praised her generously: "Not bad, it seems that you are not lazy, and you really live up to my expectations. Now, I hope you can help me test the power of the Helm of Domination."
"Helm of Domination?"
The girl subconsciously turned her gaze to the ugly-looking silver-white helmet, and immediately felt the powerful force contained within it.
"Yes! It is the Helm of Domination. It is made of a power called Maldraxxus Rune Magic. A lot of the magic knowledge I taught you belongs to this kind of rune magic. Come, put on the Helm of Domination and tell me how you feel."
After saying that, Zuo Si handed over the Helmet of Domination, the true symbol of the Lich King.
Isadora would never refuse any request made by Zuo Si, no matter how great the danger it might contain.
She took the helmet and put it on without even a second's hesitation.
moment!
An indescribable force merged with the girl's mental power and expanded the range of perception thousands of times in an instant, almost covering the entire planet of Azeroth.
As long as she wants, she can make her voice appear in the mind of any creature at any time.
Especially those undead creatures scattered in every corner, just a little bit of strength can be used to completely control them.
Moreover, with the help of psychic power, one can spy on a person's truest thoughts, memories, and secrets across thousands of miles.
This feeling even made Isadora think that she had become a goddess.
But soon, another voice began to echo in her mind, trying to pry open the mental defenses she had built, wanting to penetrate directly and influence her spirit and will.
Unfortunately, this trick might be very useful for ordinary people.
However, when facing a prepared psychic, it basically has no effect except creating interference and noise.
What's more, Isadora is not an ordinary psychic, but a ruthless person who is crazy enough to split his personality into countless parts and then integrate them together.
If she was really forced to that point, she would probably directly classify several people to fight against Zoval of the Shadow Realm every day.
It's hard to say who will go crazy by then.
Therefore, Zuo Si was quite confident about Isadora's use of the Helmet of Domination, and did not think that she would be dominated by the power of domination.
Not to mention the Shadow Realm, even the Old Gods with the strongest corruption abilities might not be able to do anything good with Isadora.
After a few minutes, the girl finally took control of the artifact. She slowly opened her eyes and said excitedly, "Sos, I feel like I am now the brain of another personality. My mental and spiritual power has been amplified almost infinitely. As long as you nod, I can instantly influence more than 90% of the life on the entire planet and make them submit to you."
"No, there is no need, because this planet already belongs to me."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took the Helmet of Domination off the girl's head and smoothed down her sticky hair with his fingers.
Obviously, through this test, he has basically confirmed that the so-called "power of domination" is essentially not much different from the corruption of the Shadow Void, but the emphasis is different.
However, the Shadow Void represented by the Old Gods does not pursue control, but drives the opponent crazy through constant mental torture, and then gradually accepts the dark thoughts of the Old Gods and becomes their minions.
The ruling power of the Shadow Realm seeks absolute control, making all living and undead beings completely obey a supreme will.
To put it simply, the ruling power represents the order of death in this universe, and the Helm of Ruling and Frostmourne are one of the concrete manifestations of this power.
"So you summoned me all this way here just to test the purpose of this helmet?"
When saying this, the girl's tone and eyes were full of resentment.
After all, the two had not seen each other for quite a long time since the military invasion of Azeroth was launched.
The most important thing is that the "reward" promised last time has not been fulfilled yet.
"Okay, stop throwing a tantrum. I'll find time in two days to fulfill my promise to you. I hope you won't be nervous by then."
Zuo Si certainly knew what the other person was thinking, and he immediately reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek to comfort her.
"Stage fright? How is that possible! I've been looking forward to this for a long time. And... I've even prepared a little surprise."
At this point, a faint blush instantly appeared on Isadora's face, and her eyes showed excitement and anticipation, as well as a hint of nervousness and shyness.
"In that case, go back and prepare. I look forward to what kind of surprise you can bring me."
Zuo Si deliberately let his gaze linger on the fully developed chest and buttocks for a few seconds, with a strong hint in his tone.
"Trust me, you'll like it."
Isadora gave a solemn promise, then stood on tiptoe, hugged Zuo Si's neck and gave him a passionate kiss. She was still not satisfied and left him a loving look, then she cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
After she left completely, the rooftop of Icecrown Citadel once again returned to peace.
Apart from the biting cold wind, white snowflakes and the gargoyles standing on the surrounding black spires, there was no sign of life at all.
To be precise, all living life has been completely wiped out under the instructions of Ner'zhul.
Within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, only a few Vikus villages were left where you could barely see some living things.
Of course, these Vikings had already defected to the Scourge long ago, and even awakened their sleeping compatriots and turned them into terrifying undead monsters.
This is also why Terenas said that there must be a Lich King.
You know, there are too many remains of giant creatures buried under the ice and snow of Northrend.
Whether it is the Vikings, different kinds of giants and dragons, or those ancient trolls and the Loa they serve, these powerful undead lose control and pour into Kalimdor or the eastern continent, which will inevitably cause a disaster far more terrible than the invasion of orcs.
But now, they obviously have a better place to go, which is the front line of the bloody battle between demons and devils.
Standing at the highest point of Icecrown Citadel at this moment, Zuo Si could clearly see that under the supervision of the devil officers, conscious high-level undead such as liches and death knights were continuously arranging their undead armies to pass through the portal.
These guys had no idea what a brutal and tragic war they were about to face, nor did they know that the chaotic demons in the abyss were completely different from any enemy they had encountered before.
Sudden!
Zuo Si seemed to have noticed something and asked without turning his head, "How long have you been hiding there?"
"Not long ago, since you kissed that blonde girl. I never thought that you, as a god, would have such leisure and elegance."
As he spoke, a slender figure shrouded in darkness slowly walked out from behind one of the spires.
She was wearing dark purple armor, a hood on her head, and holding a bone bow that exuded the aura of evil and death. There was a red light flashing in her eyes, and her hair, which was a mixture of gold and white, was flying in the cold wind. She was the dark ranger Sylvanas who had died and was resurrected by Frostmourne.
Obviously, with the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, losing the Helm of Domination, this woman, who already had a strong will to resist, finally broke free from control and regained her freedom.
Although Sylvanas was not very clear about what happened, she could already make a rough guess from the fact that the Frozen Throne was completely controlled by the devil.
Although the Scourge no longer obeys the demons of the Burning Legion, it has also fallen into the hands of these devils.
Zuo Si who suddenly appeared was the real master behind the group of demons.
This means that since the outbreak of the Undead Scourge, these two super powers have been competing on the land of Azeroth.
Judging from the results, Zuo Si, who calls himself the God of Contract, is obviously the biggest winner.
After all, the Burning Legion lost one of its most important commanders, Archimonde, at Mount Hyjal, and was suppressed near the portal from beginning to end and could not get out at all.
Looking at the Banshee Queen's pale and slightly blue face, Zuo Si asked with a half-smile, "Why do you think that gods should abandon their emotions?
As far as I know, there are many gods who are very keen on enjoying love between men and women.
Some even have dozens or even hundreds of lovers, giving birth to large numbers of divine offspring.
So please don't use your own thoughts to presume upon God.
After all, just as there are great differences between people, there are also great differences between gods.
Besides, you used your stealth skills to avoid the guards and come to the rooftop. Could it be that you were telling me this?"
"No, of course not. I want to know, have you already controlled or even replaced the Lich King?"
Sylvanas went straight to the point and raised the issue that concerned her most.
After all, having regained her freedom, what she worries most now is that she will once again become a slave under the control of others.
Throughout the life of this Dark Queen, what she valued most was free will, even allowing voices opposing her to emerge among the Forsaken.
"That's right, the Lich King Ner'zhul has now been stripped from the Helm of Domination, leaving only an orc shaman soul with little power.
To be precise, the real Lich King's body should be this helmet.
Anyone who wears it will instantly become the next Lich King, commanding tens of thousands of undead armies.
How about it, do you want to try it?"
Zuo Si generously handed over the Helmet of Domination.
Upon seeing this, Sylvanas subconsciously took two steps back and said in disgust, "Take this damn thing away!
I don't want to be a bastard like the Lich King who plays with other people's will.
I'm curious though, what are you going to do with this helmet?
You must know that if the Lich King's voice is not heard for a long time, those conscious high-level undead will soon become restless and out of control."
Zuo Si fiddled with the Helmet of Domination and replied nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. They won't live long anyway. Once they join the bloody battle, with the current number of the Undead Scourge, they will be quickly wiped out in a few days at most. Once the number is reduced to a safe threshold, they will naturally pose no threat."
"So you're sending them to their deaths?!"
Sylvanas' pupils suddenly dilated, her face full of disbelief.
Because she really couldn't understand why Zuo Si, who got the Helm of Domination, would choose to destroy the Scourge instead of using it for his own purposes.
“It’s not like they were sending themselves to die, it’s just that the brutality of the bloody battles on the front lines is far beyond your imagination.
A battlefield as large as Mount Hyjal was not even a minor conflict in a bloody battle that had lasted for who knows how long.
Generally speaking, the probability of a combatant surviving for more than ten minutes in a bloody battle is only 13%, and the probability of surviving for a day is only one in a million, and most of them will die in a very short time.
So you can think of it as a giant meat grinder.
Moreover, these undead can help me save some elite troops, so why not?
Besides, you should also be looking forward to seeing your enemy Arthas being chased by the enemy in a bloody battle, right?"
Zuo Si looked down at Arthas who was leading the Ebon Blade Knights through the gate, with a malicious smile on his face.
Sylvanas noticed this and immediately pursed her lips and said, "I don't deny that I want to see Arthas suffer. But compared to dying at the hands of the enemy, I would rather kill my enemy myself. Because the pain and torture he has given me has completely turned me into a monster."
"No, you are not a monster yet. You have just lost the kind part of your soul. If you need, I can always help you release the other half of the soul in the amulet."
As he spoke, Zuo Si turned his gaze towards the pendant on the other person's neck.
Sylvanas subconsciously grabbed the amulet, and an expression of pain and struggle quickly emerged. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and shook her head: "No, I don't want to release this half of my soul yet. Because kindness will make me weak, and even lose the belief in revenge."
"So you plan to continue to stay with Arthas and wait for the opportunity for revenge? If I tell you that I can resurrect you as a high elf right now, will you still choose to continue on your journey of revenge?"
Zuo Si gave another option with interest.
He really wanted to figure out whether the extreme personality of the second oldest of the three Windrunner sisters was innate or a side effect of having her soul torn apart by Frostmourne.
"Resurrection? You mean I can still be a high elf?"
Sylvanas' emotions suddenly became agitated, and the red light in her eyes surged.
But soon, her expression quickly became extremely depressed, and she lowered her head and smiled bitterly, "Even if I am resurrected, what can I do? The fall of Silvermoon City and those compatriots who fled will never forget what I did under Arthas' control.
Countless innocent people died under my arrows.
Their corpses were reanimated as mindless skeletons to continue their slaughter.
Perhaps for me, the only option left for the rest of my life is revenge."
“No, you actually have another choice.
I can send you to a completely strange new world where no one knows you.
You can start your life over there.
Of course, if you want, you can also bring that loyal little puppy along."
While saying this, Zuo Si glanced at the human undead figure guarding the castle gate not far away.
Needless to say, this guy is another dark ranger - Nathanos Blightcaller, a man that countless Forsaken people envy and jealous of, a guy who was pursued by Sylvanas when he was alive. On the way of the Undead army retreating from the continent of Kalimdor, he happened to meet Sylvanas after he turned into an undead, and so the two of them continued their relationship after death.
It has to be said that considering the general aesthetic of the high elves, the three Windrunner sisters have quite unique tastes in choosing partners.
No matter whether it was the eldest, the second, or the third, none of them chose their compatriots but instead found a human being without exception, and all of them were of strong build with thick beards.
Could it be that high elf men generally lack masculinity or are incapable in certain areas?
Just as Zuo Si was making malicious guesses, Sylvanas could no longer maintain her cold attitude and asked in a panic, "How did you know about the relationship between Nathanos and me? I don't remember anyone knowing this!"
"Relax, ma'am. I don't mean to make a fuss about this. I just want you to know that I can give you everything you want. But in return, I want you to serve me."
Zuo Si calmly put forward the conditions.
Unlike those who have close ties with Azeroth, the Dark Queen has no attachment to the world of the living since she was pulled up by Frostmourne.
So as long as the conditions are right, she will most likely choose to accept rather than refuse.
"Working for you?"
There was a strange light flashing in Sylvanas' eyes, and she was obviously moved.
Because she missed every breath of air she breathed when she was alive, and longed to feel the warmth of hugging her lover again, and to leisurely bask in the sun, drink tea, and enjoy delicious snacks and fruits in an afternoon.
Zuo Si noticed this keenly, and nodded with a smile: "That's right.
I admire your perseverance and your valuable qualities of being willing to take responsibility and sacrifice at critical moments.
And I have a big plan that requires a lot of capable helpers.
And you are one of the chosen ones.
Of course, for something as important as this that determines your future, you can take your time to think about it and don’t have to give an answer right away.”
"Thank you, I will consider it seriously and give you a reply as soon as possible."
As the last word came out of her mouth, Sylvanas jumped down from the highest point of Icecrown Citadel, using the shadow energy to quickly jump in the air, and finally landed steadily on the frozen ground covered with snow.
Seeing his lover return safely, Nathanos immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation.
It is not difficult to see that he, like Sylvanas, is also one of the first high-level undead to break free from the control of the Lich King.
Just as Zuo Si was admiring this scene with great interest, a short figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said in a low, childish voice: "Teacher, according to your request, I have obtained all the technology and information for making the hyperspace beacon."
"Oh? So fast? You didn't arouse Niv-Mizzet's suspicion?"
Zuo Si turned around abruptly and looked at his eldest disciple, Sancho, who had come across time and space using the Planeswalker Spark.
In order to keep it secret, the two have had no contact since sending each other to Ravnica as an undercover agent.
Now Sancho's sudden appearance undoubtedly gave him a huge surprise.
Sancho, who had grown from a boy to a teenager, explained with a little pride: "Please rest assured, the ancient dragon did not notice anything unusual.
Everything I did was done in secret.
He even thought I was just a new planeswalker who suddenly awakened his spark and was randomly transported to the plane of Ravnica, and he even gave me a lot of help.
Thanks to this identity cover, I was able to obtain all the information about the super-dimensional beacon so quickly.
I just don't understand why you want this? It has no other effect except to release a light that will illuminate the dark void and attract the attention of all planeswalkers with the Spark. "
Zuo Si took the notebook from his disciple, flipped it open and replied, “The Transdimensional Beacon will indeed only attract the attention of the Planeswalker.
But what if it could be slightly improved to become some kind of method of transmitting energy and signals?
In this way, it can pass some special information and knowledge across the dark void to people in different worlds, thereby making them interested in it and eager to establish signal sending and receiving devices to contact me as the source.
This means that there will be no need to waste time locating all time and space, or to investigate in person.
The specific situation and potential value of a certain time and space can be roughly understood just by looking at the feedback signals.
In other words, I'm now going to change direction and emulate a certain old dragon, casting a wide net and exploring billions of worlds at once.
Because I really don't have much time left."
"Use a trans-dimensional beacon to send information and knowledge to the entire multiverse at the same time?!"
Sancho was completely stunned by his mentor's plan.
Because he couldn't even imagine how powerful Zuo Si would be in such a short period of time if this plan succeeded.
You should know that the power of the planeswalker comes from the energy contained in the spark, and this energy is usually obtained continuously through connecting to a land card in a certain time and space.
Therefore, the more planeswalkers that link time and space, the more powerful they tend to be.
Between a planeswalker who is connected to one hundred time and space at the same time and a planeswalker who is connected to ten thousand time and space at the same time, the latter is obviously much more powerful than the former.
This is why the older the planeswalker, the stronger they tend to be.
Nicol Bolas, who has the longest lifespan, and Ugin, the spirit dragon, are the two strongest people today.
They have been to too many worlds and can draw energy from countless land card connections to destroy their enemies at any time.
Not to mention the knowledge and treasures gained during the exploration.
Zuo Si nodded with a creepy smile on his face. "Yes. You can think of the technology of the trans-dimensional beacon as a fishing rod, the knowledge and information sent out as bait, the boundless dark void as a fish pond, and those who send information back as fish that bite the hook. It's just that ordinary people want to get fish when they fish, but I want to get a world."
Gulp!
Sancho swallowed subconsciously, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Although he had long known that his teacher had a crazy heart hidden under his calm and rational appearance, he never expected that he could be so crazy.
After a long while, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, then asked carefully, "So how do you plan to deal with the time and space that exposed your spatial coordinates?"
"Relax, don't be so nervous.
You should know that I have never been one for destruction and killing.
Generally speaking, I will choose worlds with sufficient energy to establish connections with them, and collect local knowledge, technology, and mortal souls.
If there are any special resources, they may support some puppet governments, or simply bring them under their rule.
In short, I hate to squeeze out all the potential of a certain space-time at once, but I prefer to develop and utilize it reasonably. "
After saying that, Zuo Si stuffed the notes in his hand that recorded all the principles and technologies of the trans-dimensional beacon into the shoulder bag he carried with him, intending to start researching it immediately after resolving the issue between Bronze Sky and Eternal Dragon.
After all, this thing requires the power of the Planeswalker Spark to activate, and it also contains a lot of Niv-Mizzet's derivation of theoretical knowledge about teleportation across time and space.
It is not easy to fully master and improve it.
Any improper operation may lead to extremely serious consequences.
Especially if the power of the dark void leaks out, the entire world may be ruthlessly destroyed and swallowed up.
The most important thing is that before that, Zuo Si still needs to meet Emrakul, one of the three Eldrazi Titans, to confirm whether the true ability of the Spirit Dragon Ugin is the same as he guessed...
(End of this chapter)
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