Its peculiarity lies in the fact that each complete cell is relatively independent, and will continue to divide and proliferate indefinitely even if separated from the mother body.
Through research and experiments, we found that if the flesh and blood of the ancient gods were released into a certain world, that planet would quickly be polluted from the inside, and then the flow of soil and water would penetrate and corrode all living things.
Once intelligent life is infected, their thoughts and consciousness will quickly become crazy, and they will develop endless dark desires.
Eventually the entire planet will completely become part of the ancient gods.
When the dark desires and madness of those intelligent creatures accumulate to a certain level, they will give rise to a distorted consciousness that cannot be described in words.
When consciousness and flesh and blood combine, a new ancient god will be born.
That is to say, this unknown form of extraordinary life actually has many similarities with the Old Gods of Azeroth that we are studying.
They all have very strong vitality, corrosion ability and adaptability to extreme environments. Once they appear on a planet, it is basically very difficult to completely eradicate them. Even if they are temporarily suppressed and sealed, it will only delay the time slightly.
The most important thing is that during the window period when the ancient god's self-consciousness awakens from its slumber, it can be replaced by another person's consciousness.
We can definitely combine the flesh and blood of the ancient god with the oil to create a destructive biological weapon..."
Accompanied by a fully transformed Vedalken from the New Phyrexia Blue Faction, he pointed at the huge, indescribable thing covered with tentacles and eyes in the laboratory and began to talk incessantly about his research topic.
He looked so excited and thrilled that he was dancing around a little.
The reason is simple! The Vedalken are a race obsessed with knowledge, technology, and exploring unknown areas.
Although they have been completely transformed by the oil, the desire for knowledge rooted in their bones has never changed.
Now, these Vedalken not only have access to a vast amount of new knowledge every day, but also have endless topics to research.
In comparison, Zuo Si looked much calmer. He did not show much surprise at the so-called ancient god in front of him. He just nodded slightly.
After all, he had seen the Old Gods of Azeroth, and even sealed one of them, Yogg-Saron, in the Void Gazing Staff.
The overlap in capabilities and functions between the two is as high as over 90%.
Perhaps the only advantage is that it is relatively easy to control.
After all, even mortals can take over the bodies of ancient gods while they are asleep, replacing them with their own thoughts, will, and soul.
Just when Zuo Si was about to say something, a powerful divine force suddenly tore through the magical protection covering the outer layer of the Mutahar floating city.
The shrill alarm sounds in the laboratory were incessant.
Before anyone else could react, a beautiful woman in a dark silk robe, with fair skin and long black hair, appeared out of nowhere. It was Midnight, the third generation magic goddess of Toril.
And in her arms she was holding a baby whose appearance was constantly changing.
"All clear!"
Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Zuo Si immediately raised his hand and gave an order to the artificial intelligence that controlled the laboratory's security.
moment!
The alarm that was blaring one second disappeared the next.
And the guards who swarmed in from all directions quickly retreated to their original positions.
"I finally found you. Here, this is your newborn child. I'm handing her over to you now."
Midnight subconsciously glanced at the twisted piece of meat in the laboratory's stripping container and went straight to the point without any nonsense.
"My offspring?!"
Zuo Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly used his super memory to recall that today was Aisha's due date.
However, his reaction obviously made Midnight, who still had some mortal memories and personality, quite dissatisfied. He immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "How could you even forget the time of your wife's childbirth? As a husband, you are really derelict in your duty."
"I'm sorry, I've been to two places recently where time is very chaotic and there's no concept of time at all, so I'm a little slow to the flow of time."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took his daughter, who had just turned into a ball of energy, from the goddess's hands, and felt this tiny young body that was connected to his blood.
Although he had long anticipated that his offspring would definitely be unusual, such a strange state still surprised him.
Midnight rolled her eyes in annoyance at this almost perfunctory explanation and apology: "Although this is a political marriage, your indifference and ruthlessness really opened my eyes.
You know, that poor mortal woman almost died in the delivery room.
Because your newly born offspring almost caused the collapse of the magic network in the entire palace and even in Kalin Port just by absorbing energy once.
This little guy is too powerful and dangerous for ordinary people.
It is best not to allow her to return to Faerun alone unless you are accompanying her.
I don't want to do nothing but chase her around to repair the damaged magic net."
Facing the goddess' complaints and complaints, Zuo Si had already trained himself to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and was not affected by water or fire. While trying to stabilize the little one in his arms, he asked without turning his head: "What on earth is going on? Why did my daughter become like this? Wasn't she fine and normal when she was examined by the priest before?"
"I think it may be related to your identity as a planeswalker and the dark void connected to the spark."
Midnight expressed his guess without hesitation.
"Dark void?"
Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.
Because anything related to the dark void is not a trivial matter.
Midnight explained patiently: "If I'm not mistaken, you should have already started trying to draw strength from that place full of chaos, disorder, primitive energy and matter, right?"
"Yes." Zuo Si nodded slightly, and then asked again: "You mean... the power in the dark void indirectly affected my descendants?"
Midnight patiently explained: “It’s not just an influence, it’s an irreversible reshaping.
Don't forget that from the moment you became the lord of the ninth layer of Baator, you have been a true quasi-divine power.
The power of all gods and quasi-divine powers will be reflected on their descendants to a greater or lesser extent.
This is why they are more likely to become heroes or new gods than mortals.
And your power expands so quickly that the fetus needs to constantly absorb and adapt to new abilities during the growth process, so the external form naturally cannot be easily stabilized.
Finally, with the influence of the chaotic logic and primitive energy of the dark void, it has become what it is now.
Now what you have to do is to make this little girl develop self-awareness as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for her to stabilize her form. "
"Damn! This isn't going to be easy."
Zuo Si suddenly felt a headache.
Because just now, he had managed to keep his daughter stable in the state of a human baby for less than a minute, and the next moment she turned into a baby dragon and wanted to flap her wings and fly.
Since there is no self-awareness, all behaviors are derived from primitive biological instincts.
Unless coercive measures are used, there is no way to control him. He is simply a living ancestor.
"ha!
Just take your time to figure it out. Anyway, I have already done my duty.
Be careful, she is a true quasi-divine power who can draw energy from her surroundings at will.
As for whether there are any other abilities, it is not yet known.”
After saying this with a hint of gloating, the magic goddess disappeared instantly.
To be exact, he returned to Faerun with the help of the planeswalker's spark.
"What am I going to do with you now?"
Zuo Si tried his best to control the restless little one in his arms, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
You know, an ordinary human baby is enough to make its parents extremely exhausted, not to mention a supernatural baby with the ability to transform and powerful supernatural powers.
It was difficult just to keep her from running around or causing destructive damage.
Because in less than a few seconds after Midnight left, four New Phyrexian creations and two intelligent golems in the laboratory were killed and crushed alive by the sudden force field.
And all this was just their appearance that aroused the baby's curiosity.
Fortunately, Zuo Si reacted quickly and restored these unfortunate guys to their original state by distorting reality.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I may be able to use the technology to preserve the spark of the planeswalker to help you make a small incubator. In this way, you don't have to worry about your daughter running around..."
Before Jinji Tasha could finish his words, his hard body, which had been strengthened countless times, was suddenly twisted into a knot on the spot by some huge force.
The harsh sound of metal twisting and colliding is as uncomfortable as scratching fingernails on a blackboard.
What's even more terrible is that the oil engine was directly crushed, and a large amount of oil gushed out through the gaps like it was free.
“Don’t say anything to her face that might be harmful.
Although this little guy does not have self-awareness yet, he possesses divine powers and can sense kindness and malice.
Any remarks or actions that may cause a threat are likely to trigger her self-protection mechanism.
In other words, she will try to kill any life form that poses a threat to herself."
Zuo Si restored the Blue Demon Judge to its original state and gave a reminder.
"What a terrifying power! Can you manipulate energy, form force fields, and sense good and evil intentions at will just after you are born?"
Since New Phyrexian creatures basically do not experience emotions such as fear, Jinjitaxia not only did not care about being almost killed just now, but instead began to show great interest in the baby's constantly changing appearance.
"No, her ability is not limited to this, there must be many more that have not been revealed.
That's why I have a headache about what to do with her.
Can you imagine how dangerous it would be for a baby to have no concept of good and evil but be able to easily destroy a world?
The Magic Goddess Midnight probably brought her from Faerun to get rid of a big trouble."
After saying that, Zuo Si began to try to build a protective barrier made of divine-like power around his daughter.
However, this barrier is in reverse, not to protect the baby inside, but to ensure that she cannot release her power easily.
Perhaps because she felt the blood connection with her father, the baby girl did not resist this behavior, but watched it all with wide eyes and curiosity.
When the barrier was completed, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted up his daughter who had transformed into a devil and asked, "Let me give you a name now. What do you think?"
“Aaaaaa——”
The baby girl waved her arms and tail and made happy noises.
"How about I call you Anne? Princess Anne, that sounds pretty good."
Zuo Si continued to seek the little guy's opinion.
Because she was not an ordinary baby, she might have had her own name in her mind from the moment she was born.
The baby girl immediately burst into giggles when she heard the name, obviously accepting the name, and then began to twist her body restlessly, as if she was filled with endless energy.
As a quasi-divine being, little Annie obviously does not need sleep, let alone rest and breastfeeding.
Through the observation just now, Zuo Si can basically confirm that when she feels hungry, she will subconsciously draw energy from the surrounding environment.
Since the planeswalker spark itself connects different worlds, this is not a big problem.
The top priority right now is to give birth to the self-awareness of this little creature as soon as possible, and then let her stabilize her form, while not using her power at will to kill and destroy.
Otherwise, if Zuo Si had been distracted for even the slightest moment, an unimaginable horrific tragedy might have occurred.
In order to do this, he directly ordered Jinjitaxia to create a box containing a large amount of knowledge and information, and let little Annie play with this box to quickly absorb enough information, so that she can grow rapidly in spirit and intelligence.
During this period, Zuo Si did not dare to be distracted at all, and spent all his time and energy on taking care of and teaching his daughter almost 24 hours a day.
At least before this little guy can control his own power, basically don't expect to spare any extra energy to do other things personally. At best, you can send an avatar or projection to handle it a little.
…
At the same time, as the news that the Queen of the West Coast Empire had given birth to a child with quasi-divine powers continued to spread, Dumbledore, who was drinking and resting in a roadside inn near Neverwinter, finally learned about it from a traveling merchant.
His first reaction was similar to that of most people, starting with shock and then disbelief.
But soon the wise old man realized that it must be true.
After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes the war that Zuo Si launched in the world of Azeroth, as well as the horrific scene after the killing of the Old God Yogg-Saron in the Storm Peaks of Northrend.
Understand how terrible this young man who once went to Hogwarts has become.
As his offspring, it is not impossible that he is born with quasi-divine powers.
What's more, the source of this news is the bishop of the Church of the Magic Goddess of Kalin Port. The other party has no reason and no need to lie.
"Time flies. I never thought that even Thors has his own children. I don't know what will happen to Hogwarts and the wizarding world after I leave."
Dumbledore took a sip of the mead in his cup and muttered quietly.
At this moment, he had completely lost the friendly and kind appearance he had when he was the principal. His eyes were as sharp as daggers, and his white wizard robe was even stained with many blood spots.
The long sword hanging at the waist even gave off a faint smell of blood.
Any adventurer with a bit of experience could tell that this old man dressed as a wizard must have killed a lot of people, monsters, or beasts recently.
In fact, because he was not in a hurry, Dumbledore set out from Ascatra and it took him more than two months to get here.
He did not take the fast and convenient airship, nor did he choose to take a boat. Instead, he rode a horse alone through the Misty Mountain Area, stopping in towns such as Nashikai, Belgost, Candlekeep, Baldur's Gate, Dragonspear Castle, and Daggerford along the way, to experience the customs and practices of this world.
He even received a warm welcome from Khelbourne and Lyra when he was in Waterdeep, and the two sides had a pleasant exchange in the field of magic for ten days.
Finally, they set out on their journey to Neverwinter.
Of course, as part of the great adventure, various monsters, beasts and bandits are indispensable.
Although after the West Coast Empire gradually took control of the North, it had carried out large-scale cleanups of threatening targets through methods such as offering bounties and hiring adventurers, Dumbledore still encountered no less than thirty battles.
There are some that are relatively easy to deal with, such as goblins and kobolds, as well as some that are not so easy to deal with, such as gnolls, orcs, lizardmen, ogres and trolls.
Animals such as wolves, wild boars, bears, leopards, tigers and giant spiders are commonplace.
The most dangerous time was when he encountered four pterosaurs that fell from the sky and he almost became their food.
In these thrilling battles, Dumbledore's inner desire for adventure and the thrill of brushing shoulders with death were completely aroused, and he became more and more proficient in the use of magic in this world.
Compared to teaching in school, this is the life he really wants to live.
Just as the old man picked up the plate and prepared to eat something to fill his stomach, he suddenly heard a man dressed as an adventurer next to him complaining with gritted teeth after drinking the wine in the glass: "Damn it! We came at the wrong time."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
Another customer dressed as a businessman asked curiously.
"Hehe! You haven't been to Neverwinter yet, have you?" the adventurer asked with a sneer.
The merchant nodded hurriedly. "Yes, I am planning to go to Neverwinter to deliver goods and buy some ironware, salt, cloth, condiments, and wine to sell to the barbarian tribes in the forest."
"If you are willing to buy me a glass of the best wine in this store, I will tell you a secret about Neverwinter."
The adventurer made a straightforward offer.
This is also an established practice in pubs and inns.
If you want to ask someone for information, it is the most basic courtesy to buy them a glass of good wine.
If the information is more important or exclusive, you will have to pay extra gold coins as a reward.
This means that treating someone to a drink will cost at least one or two gold coins.
Such a "huge" cost obviously made him, who runs a small business, feel very painful.
When the businessman was hesitating, Dumbledore threw two gold coins minted by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth: "Pour him a glass of your best wine."
Seeing someone paying, the bartender immediately opened the bottle of "treasure of the store" and poured the mercenary a full glass without saying a word.
The latter held it up to his nose with an intoxicated look on his face and sniffed it before taking a big gulp. His originally pale skin suddenly turned a little red, obviously affected by the high concentration of alcohol.
Fortunately, he quickly shook his head to sober himself up, and exclaimed with a smile: "What a great wine! Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Now you can start telling me the secrets you know." Dumbledore urged calmly.
"It's nothing, actually. There are just rumors that a mysterious epidemic has begun to appear in Neverwinter.
Especially in areas where poor people live, many violent coughs can be heard.
A guard revealed to me that even the church of Tyr, the god of justice, cannot come up with a solution for the time being.
如果再这样继续发展下去的话，无冬城可能就要戒严隔离，乃至彻底封闭城市禁止任何人外出了。”
冒险者一股脑把自己知道的情况说了出来。
就像他提到的那样，这的确不是什么秘密。
因为最近每一个进入无冬城的商人和旅客都能感受到其中的紧张和慌乱。
毕竟自从塔洛娜从邪恶转向中立，像这种在人口密集区域大范围爆发的传染性疾病已经很久没有出现过了。
“你的意思是……瘟疫？！”
商人脸色勃然大变。
毕竟如果无冬城爆发了瘟疫，打击最大的就是他们这些从事贸易活动的人。
冒险者严肃的点了点头：“是的，就是瘟疫。虽然真实情况究竟是怎么回事还不知道，但据说已经开始出现小范围的感染者死亡。另外墓园区还颁布了新规定，凡是病死者必须先火化才能埋入墓穴之中。”
“诸神在上！这简直太可怕了！”
旁边另外一名听到谈话内容的半身人发出了惊呼。
但凡有点常识的人都明白，如果一种传染性的流行病能让神殿的牧师都没有办法治愈，那就一定跟魔法脱不了关系。
甚至压根就是故意制造出来的魔法瘟疫，背后必然隐藏着一个巨大的阴谋。
尤其是目前北地各个城镇都在逐渐接受西海岸帝国或是直接、或是间接的统治，必然会触动一些既得利益团体。
如果他们联合起来在暗地里搞事情，说不定会让这片逐渐繁荣的土地再次饱受战争的蹂躏。
“财富女神保佑！看来我得想办法趁着城市封闭之前快点完成交货然后离开。否则要是被关在里边可就完蛋了。”
商人一脸虔诚向自己的守护神祈祷。
就在吧台周围的客人纷纷被这个消息搞得心神不宁时，唯有邓布利多仍旧面不改色，仅仅是摸着下巴上浓密的胡子低语道：“已经开始了吗？看来我也不能再这样继续磨蹭下去了。”
说罢，他以极快的速度吃饭了盘子里的食物，然后丢下住店跟喝酒吃饭的钱，骑上一路陪伴自己的白马，朝着无冬城的方向开始狂奔。
仅仅一个多小时的功夫就成功抵达了目的地。
这一次老人没有像之前那样先去四处领略当地的风景、品尝各种各样的美食，而是快速来到城堡所在的位置，向守卫表明了自己的身份和来意。
大概几分钟左右，纳西尔领主和他的副手圣武士——艾瑞贝斯就从里边走了出来。
“欢迎你的到来，阿不思·邓布利多阁下。”
纳西尔领主主动张开双臂给了对方一个热情的拥抱。
尽管他现在已经把手头的权力基本都交给来自帝国的官僚，自己更多是作为一个监督者和执法者，但仍旧保留了荣誉头衔。
对于这种变化，纳西尔领主其实是非常满意的。
战士出身的他原本就不太擅长处理政务，清算支出和税收的账目。
现在倒好，直接全部丢给那些专业的官僚去负责即可。
借助以西海岸帝国为中心建立的庞大贸易联盟，无冬城的发展可谓是一日千里。
目前城内的居民已经从两万多人增长到了现在的八万人，原本的老城区已经无法容纳如此多的人口，只能拆掉一部分城墙向外扩张。
繁荣的市场和琳琅满目的商品，更是让普通人的生活水平提升了一大截。
如果这种和平与高速发展可以维持个十几年时间，纳西尔领主都不敢想象无冬城会变成什么样子。
“我也非常荣幸能够见到您，领主大人。”邓布利多面带微笑的做出了回应，紧跟着把目光投向半精灵圣武士的身上。“我想您一定就是艾瑞贝斯女士了吧？索斯不止一次的跟我提起过你。他一直称赞您的勇敢和对于正义的追求。”
“我就是艾瑞贝丝·德·提玛兰德。对于索斯陛下的称赞实在是愧不敢当。”
半精灵圣武士脸上挂着礼貌的微笑，还是一如既往低调谦逊。
她丝毫没有察觉到，邓布利多在看到自己的未婚夫——范斯维克时，瞳孔内闪过一丝异样的神采。
因为这个精灵牧师的长相实在是太过于俊美了，以至于让后者内心之中产生了强烈的悸动。
要知道自从与老相好格林德沃闹翻之后，邓布利多就再也没有过这样特别的感觉。
“你好，阁下，我叫范斯维克，是一名侍奉正义之神提尔的牧师。”
眼见对方盯着自己的脸看了半天，范斯维克赶忙伸出右手做了个自我介绍。
毕竟他代表的可是神殿，在无冬城拥有举足轻重的影响力，需要与西海岸帝国的中央在某种程度上保持步调一致。
“请允许我向伟大的正义之神献上敬意。”
邓布利多也跟着伸出手与对方紧紧地握在一起，感受着掌传来的温度，还有自己那颗跳动速度骤然加快的心脏。
“任何人只要有追求正义和公正的心，都可以沐浴在提尔的圣光之下。”
凭借敏锐的感知，范斯维克明显感觉到了异样，说了句场面话之后就匆忙把手抽了回来。
短暂的互相认识之后，纳西尔领主很快便将这位帝国皇帝的特使请进了城堡内，随即用不是很确定的语气试探道：“邓布利多阁下，如果不介意的话能告诉我你的来意吗？”
“我为瘟疫而来。”
邓布利多非常干脆的给出了答案。
“瘟疫？”
纳西尔领主脸色微微一变。
邓布利多认真的点了下头：“是的，瘟疫。我想您和您的手下应该已经注意到了在无冬城内突然出现的大规模传染病，甚至出现了不少死亡的案例。”
“所以这真的一场正在扩散的魔法瘟疫？一次蓄谋已久的攻击？”
艾瑞贝斯腾的一下从椅子上站了起来。
身为提尔的圣武士，她可是非常清楚神殿最近究竟收治了多少重病濒死的平民，又把多少尸体拿到墓地去焚烧后下葬。
别看表面上无冬城仍旧在照常运转，可实际上已经陆陆续续死了不下两百人。
“抱歉，女士，这一点要经过调查才知道。眼下的当务之急是立刻开启隔离，防止魔法瘟疫进一步的扩散造成更多人感染和死亡。”
在说这番话的时候，邓布利多用眼角的余光撇了一眼不远处那位表情僵硬一言不发且佩戴者守卫之神海姆徽记的男人。
他的名字叫德斯泽尔，是这座城市守卫之神教会的领导者，同样也是无冬城瘟疫的元凶之一。
恐怕在场根本没有人知道，德斯泽尔其实已经背弃了自己信仰的神明，转而投向了刚刚苏醒的创造者种族。
当然，像这种信息邓布利多是不会轻易透露的。
因为他只知道德斯泽尔这一个背叛者，并不知道其背后的组织究竟有多少人，又掌握着怎样的力量。
“你的意思是封锁整个城市，禁止一切行人和商旅进出？”
纳西尔领主震惊的张大了嘴巴。
以现在无冬城的贸易规模，他完全不敢想象要是封闭城市阻止商人的进出，将会造成多么巨大的经济损失。
可邓布利多却强调道：“事到如今也只能这样做了。
不然的话数以万计的居民将会在瘟疫肆虐的时候彻底死去，根本来不及得到救治。
更何况如果这件事情真是有预谋的袭击，封锁城市还能限制压缩对方的活动空间。
别犹豫了，领主大人。
先尽可能保住更多人的命，其余的等危机解除之后再去考虑。”
“等一下！如果这场瘟疫真像你形容的那么严重，那帝国是否有相应的解药呢？”德斯泽尔突然跳出来打断道。
“也许有，也许没有。我只是来负责调查的，其余情况一概不知。”
邓布利多故意用模棱两可的话来故意迷惑对方。
因为他知道，如果自己说有解药，那么这个家伙就会派人来进行夺取和破坏。
“好吧，那就先隔离。
艾瑞贝斯，你立刻动身给守卫下达命令，让他们关闭和封锁城内通往各个区域的大门。
范斯维克，你跟德斯泽尔一起准备收治所有感染瘟疫的病人。
就算治不好他们也要尽量减轻他们的痛苦。
阿不思·邓布利多阁下，调查的事情就交给你了。
届时我会给无冬城学院下达命令，允许你去挑选一些出色学员作为佣兵和随从。”
纳西尔不愧是见过大场面的人，在短短几分钟之内就做出了决断。
作为正义之神的信徒，他显然不会像那些唯利是图的家伙一样，为了赚钱拿平民的生命开玩笑。
就这样，伴随着领主大人的一声令下，整个无冬城开启了严格的人口流动管制措施。
即便是那些贵族和富商居住的潘尼苏拉区也不例外。
光从这一点就能看得出无冬城相对而言的公平，以及法律和秩序强大的威慑力。
Although nobles and wealthy people can enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, when it comes to critical moments, they are no different in essence from ordinary people.
As the huge iron gate was slammed shut, the entire city from top to bottom was put into a state of complete isolation.
Guards with strips of cloth soaked in holy water wrapped around their mouths and noses patrolled the streets repeatedly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.
As for Dumbledore, after leaving everyone's sight, he immediately used magic to monitor Deszel's every move.
Just as he expected, this guy was not just one person, but had a huge organization behind him.
Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in cahoots with them.
Having betrayed the god of their faith, they had long been unable to obtain divine arts, and instead borrowed power from demons and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, to form spells or divine arts.
It is obvious that Deszel has only one goal, which is to eliminate Dumbledore, the troublesome outsider.
After all, if the population of Neverwinter did not die a lot and a huge chaos was not created, it would be basically impossible for the Queen of the Creator Race, Mosala, and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter.
The reason is simple! Due to the special nature of this city, Zuo Si has set up a very strict magical defense capability.
It would be very difficult for a race of creators who had just awakened from their slumber to lift it up.
So their goal is to use the plague to kill as many people as possible, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the magic network in this area through more and more negative energy.
In this way, the protection will collapse and disappear completely under the influence of negative energy.
If we ignore the influence of the voters and the gods, there is certainly nothing wrong with Queen Mosala's actions.
But the problem is that the current Faerun is not the primitive and barbaric state it was tens of thousands of years ago, but an era where gods walk everywhere and liches and legendary wizards are as numerous as dogs.
Old antiques like the Creator race are simply unable to adapt to today's changes.
Didn’t you see that even an immortal legend like the Earth Prophet Alcindor has chosen to give way to the Netherese civilization?
What's more, there is the insurmountable mountain of Zuo Si on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
Dumbledore had no idea what on earth these guys had eaten that they had the guts to provoke such a terrible enemy who never showed mercy to his enemies.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and quickly took out a magic map he had made based on the inspiration of the Marauder's Map. Looking at the rapidly moving red dots on it, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and uttered a few words.
"Little mice hiding in the shadows, the hunting time has begun!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Dumbledore immediately activated the invisibility cloak, and the whole person disappeared in an instant while moving at high speed.
With the help of the map, he quickly found the first team of four people.
While the other party was still unaware of the danger, the most powerful wizard in the Earth's magic world activated a magic scroll at lightning speed.
In a flash!
A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly exploded in the crowd.
Boom!!!! The flames that reached over a thousand degrees Celsius instantly ignited all four people, and they fell to the ground wailing in agony.
Some parts had been completely burnt, while others had densely packed blisters and blood blisters that made your scalp tingle. The muscles under the skin had turned red and gave off a unique aroma of barbecue.
"It's him! He is our target!"
One of the guys, a strong man wearing armor and holding a mace, shouted in pain.
Unfortunately, before the other three people could get up, he saw a long sword flashing with electric light piercing directly through his eyes. The horrible electric current destroyed his brain in an instant, and even his body began to twitch continuously.
"Damn it! What kind of spell is that?"
Another of Deszel's men looked at the weapon in the principal's hand that was emitting dazzling electric light in shock.
He had just seen very clearly that when the sword was drawn, there was no electric light on the sword.
But after Dumbledore completed a spell, powerful electric light appeared on the sword.
You don't need to ask to know that this must be the effect of magic.
“The name of this spell is Thunder Weapon.
How about it, not bad, right?
Its original inspiration came from the first-ring magic [Electric Claw].
After some research, I turned it into a three-ring magic.
You are the first to experience the flavor and power of this spell since its creation."
After saying this, Dumbledore seemed to be possessed by Gandalf, and he swung his sword and attacked.
The remaining three men of Deszer were obviously unwilling to die like this, so they immediately launched a counterattack with their burned bodies.
But unfortunately, they obviously did not know much about the principal's swordsmanship skills.
What they didn't know was that after adding [Lightning Weapon] and several protective magics, the old man also cast [Tansen Transformation] on himself, and his melee ability was close to that of a LV12 elite warrior.
In less than ten seconds, he completed an efficient hunt as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.
(End of this chapter)