There is now no force on this land that can stop their advancement and conquest.
And according to the reports from the scouts, from the frozen plains to the rocky wilderness, to the boneyard and the dark forest, all are now covered with those strange spore plants.
Tens of thousands of green-skinned monsters are constantly born from the fruits formed by these plants.
They even fought and killed each other, and the winners grew taller and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If they continue to multiply at this rate, it won't be long before their numbers fill up the entire sanctuary.
To be honest, I think these green-skinned monsters may be a more terrifying disaster than the demons from hell.
Even if we set fire to the spore plants and the forest together, it won't be long before they grow again from the charred earth.
So you have to decide immediately whether to take everyone and escape from this world.
Otherwise, once the enemy turns around and attacks this camp, we may not be able to hold out for even half an hour.
The best example is the towns and villages that tried to resist and were ruthlessly destroyed.”
Kasha stood in front of his adoptive mother and told her the serious situation with a serious face.
Because just a few minutes ago, a returning Rogue sentry reported that a small group of orcs had been discovered about 160 kilometers away from the camp.
This was obviously because after capturing the monastery and killing Andariel, the orcs lost the goal to continue waging war, so they began to expand their power aimlessly in all directions, looking for opponents who could fight with them and make them waaaaagh again.
Otherwise, they will start a civil war out of boredom.
Yes, you read that right.
When the Orks cannot find suitable targets for war around them, they will split into multiple tribes and clans to fight against each other.
Therefore, the most important job of every Orcish warlord is to ensure that his army always has an external enemy, no matter how powerful and invincible the enemy is.
At present, Lakruutag has dispatched more than 50,000 orc boys and snot monsters, riding on multi-legged bionic mounts, motorcycles, and chariots made of demon corpses and various weird machines. Just like the nomadic army that plundered the grasslands from the south, they took the monastery as the starting point and launched a full-scale attack in the four directions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest.
If they encounter a small group of demons, they will immediately rush over and destroy them. If they find human villages and towns, they will conquer and occupy them. Wherever they go, it is like a swarm of locusts, leaving no grass behind.
But if they encounter a large group of demons, they will immediately report to the orc warlord, and then Lakruutag will personally lead the army to crush the enemy.
You should know that the previous bloody battle with the demons has allowed the orcs to unlock a lot of technology. They are no longer primitive infantry that only rely on two legs to move, but have more than a dozen different types and styles of vehicles from the ground to the air.
After killing Andariel, there appeared a "war boss" wearing super heavy armor, and a "crazy boy" who underwent biochemical transformation after being injured in large numbers.
This means that a distance of only 160 kilometers is actually very dangerous.
Even if we exclude the fighter-bombers that might be flying through the sky, filled with turrets of all sizes, and just consider the speed of the ground troops, it would probably be only two to three hours' drive.
Of course, the Fallen and zombies scattered in the wilderness might distract the orcs, so Rogue Camp theoretically only has a few days left.
As someone who had witnessed the orcs' brutal fighting, Kasha would rather fight a duel with the demons than go to war with this group of crazy people who enjoyed fighting.
"Since the road to the eastern Lu Gaoin has been blocked, we will take everyone and retreat to the southwest, and take a ship from King's Port to escape this continent."
Akara was silent for a moment and then quickly made his decision.
She obviously did not believe the mysterious voice that sounded inexplicably in her ears, and she did not think that leaving the sanctuary was a wise choice.
After all, it was clearly mentioned in the books she had read that there were only heaven and hell besides the world humans lived in.
The indigenous angels and demons of these two places are hostile to humans.
No one knows whether what awaits the refugees on the other side of the portal will be an endless army of demons and ruthless killing.
In comparison, it is safer to go out to sea by boat.
The Sanctuary is not just one continent, but is divided into two parts, east and west.
The current location of the Rogue Camp is in the western continent - the Tristram area south of Khanduras. The monastery is located at the only pass through the mountains. Further east is the pearl of the Aranok Desert - Lu Gaoin.
If you can depart from the relatively nearby King's Port, you can reach the Skovo Islands located in the sea between the southern parts of the two continents in half a month to a month at most.
This is also the home of the Amazons and the Blind Sisterhood.
In Akara's opinion, in such a chaotic situation where everyone is in danger, there is no safer and more secure option than returning to the Skovo Islands.
"Okay! I'll immediately order everyone to pack up and set off immediately."
It was very rare for Kasha to not argue with his adoptive mother. Instead, he immediately called on his Rogue mercenaries to carry out his orders.
Because she understood that now they had entered a race against time, and any unnecessary delay might mean being discovered by the orcs.
In less than an hour, the huge army of refugees began to move cautiously to the south under the protection of the Rogue mercenaries.
However, the natives of these sanctuaries do not know that their every move is actually completely presented in the projection image of another time and space.
However, the focus of observation this time is not the refugees in the Rogue Camp, but the process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change of the transformed Orcs.
“What a group of nearly perfect biological weapons.
They were born for war, died for war, and continued to grow and evolve in war.
You can even feel incomparable joy and satisfaction from it.
So this is the surprise that Soth prepared for the Orc God?
I must admit, he has always been quite creative in torturing his enemies and making them feel pain.
I just don't know how Gruumsh will react when he sees a group of the most perfect orcs in his mind appear in front of him, but they are not under his control or influence, and instead become swords in the hands of his enemies.
I believe that this arrogant, conceited, hateful and hostile God will have a very interesting expression on his face at that time."
After watching the battle at the monastery, Shane VII finally gave his evaluation of the Orcs.
Because apart from the fact that their chaotic nature is difficult to control, these greenskins who blend flesh and blood with metal machinery are truly impeccable.
Jinji Taxia nodded in agreement: "You are right.
The great Father of New Phyrexia discovered the great potential of this race and strengthened and upgraded it several times.
Now they are just like those players, all of them are absolute disasters.
Once it appears in a certain world, it often means that the countdown to the destruction of this world has begun.
But do you know why this world was chosen as the trial ground for the perfected orcs?"
"Why?"
Sean VII asked with interest.
Jinjitaxia explained with a smile: "Because the angels and demons in this world are immortal, and the speed of rebirth is much faster than you think.
This means that the perfected orcs will replace the original humans and become the third party in this eternal war.
The never-ending war will force the orcs to constantly upgrade themselves at the genetic level until a qualitative change occurs from quantitative change.
In this process, their waaaaagh force field will become stronger and stronger, and even reversely strengthen angels and demons through the power of my thoughts.
In this way, the three warring parties will show a spiral of interdependence.
At that point, can you imagine what would happen if you let them out after a while?"
"So you are actually using this unique environment of time and space to raise Gu?"
The corners of Sean VII's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
Although he guessed part of Zuo Si's intention, he never expected that the other party would be so crazy.
At this moment, the powerful demilich finally understood the gap between himself and Zuo Si in their understanding and use of the power of the Planeswalker Spark.
Constantly break the limitations of your own thinking and vision, make full use of the specialties and rules of every known world, and turn yourself into a node connecting the multiverse.
This is the correct way to use sparks.
But most of the new generation of planeswalkers only regard sparks as a convenient way to cast spells, as well as a means of fast travel and escape from danger. This is completely putting the cart before the horse and throwing away the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.
Just as Jinji Tasha opened his mouth to say the words "absolutely right", a female figure with an explosive body, wrapped in black metal armor from head to toe, suddenly walked out of the passage next to the super-time and space beacon tower with elegant and sexy steps.
"Xiao Rui? How did you become like this?!"
The Blue Demon Judge recognized his colleague who had changed drastically in appearance at a glance.
After all, although the huge and terrifying spider-like part below the waist was replaced by two slender thighs, the upper body and delicate face remained the same as before.
"How about it, do you like my new look?"
Xiole pretended to be elegant and opened her arms to show her curvy figure that could make men's blood boil and women jealous.
However, if you look closely, you will find that except for those areas that are deliberately exposed and covered with white skin and a small amount of flesh, the inside of her body has actually been replaced by complex mechanical and magical structures.
Especially the black crystal gem inlaid on the plump chest, which contains unimaginable and amazing energy, all of which are black mana that symbolizes decay and death.
Needless to say, the wars and killings in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located have made this black demon judge much more powerful.
In terms of individual strength, he is now the most powerful among the judges of New Phyrexia, without a doubt.
Xiole alone can defeat the other four demon judges so badly that they can't even raise their heads.
What's more, she also controls a huge army that can suppress the Burning Legion and control almost half of the physical universe.
But Jinjitaxia, who was absorbed in research, obviously didn't care about these things. Instead, she looked at the magic and technology used by the other party to transform his body with great interest. After a long while, she questioned: "Why don't you fulfill your duties well? What's the important thing that suddenly came here?"
“Nothing important.
But didn't you mention last time that you wanted a few living Naaru to study, or even to find a way to transform them? I just happened to have ambushed a fleet of the Holy Light Army a while ago, and I took a few prisoners, so I sent them to you."
After saying that, Xiole took out a palm-sized device that looked like some kind of container, then activated the magic runes on it and threw it onto the open space next to her.
moment!
This small box grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a prison constructed with an energy field.
Inside was a slightly larger and three slightly smaller Holy Light Naaru.
As soon as they appeared, Shane VII, an undead creature, immediately took two steps back subconsciously.
Although he possessed the legendary magic of the half-lich body and would not be destroyed by direct exposure to overly powerful positive energy and holy light energy, the instinctive disgust was unavoidable.
"Great! This is exactly what I wanted."
Seeing that there was a new research topic, Jinjitasha's eyes suddenly lit up. He completely ignored Naru's protests and waved his hand to signal several assistants to transport him to the storage center for rare and precious experimental subjects.
After watching the Naaru disappear at the end of the corridor, Xiored lowered her voice and asked, "I heard that the great father of New Phyrexia is preparing for a new war?"
"No, it's not preparation, it's already started." Jinji Tasha corrected calmly.
"Do you think I have a chance to get involved?" Xiole continued to ask.
You don't need to ask to know that her coming back to deliver the prisoners was not real, but she really wanted to find out if she had the opportunity to join the war.
After all, as the commander-in-chief of the New Phyrexian army, her greatest value is to use her talents in warfare to win glorious victories for her master.
Only in constant war and killing can the power of the Black Judge and his subordinates continue to grow until they become the most powerful faction in New Phyrexia.
Jingitashia was undoubtedly aware of Xi'odred's wishful thinking, and responded with a sneer: "Sorry, my words don't count in this matter, you have to ask the great father of New Phyrexia yourself.
He is the only one who has the final say.
But I think you'd better not have too high expectations.
After all, the war in the universe where you are stationed has not ended, it has just entered a temporary period of repair.
And the power and trump cards that the master can use are much more than you can imagine."
After saying that, Jinji Tasha gently pressed a button, and then projected a picture of several sons of Superman fighting one-on-one in outer space.
The heat vision that was enough to melt everything and the impact force that could destroy the world immediately made the Black Demon Judge look extremely shocked.
What made her even more unbelievable was that such a huge destructive force did not cause any serious injuries to each other, and at best it could only be considered superficial injuries.
"These...are these guys gods?"
There was a tremor in Xiorin's voice.
"Gods? No, no, no, they are merely biological weapons created by the Great Father of New Phyrexia through artificial insemination and cross-species hybridization.
The ones you see are the best among them, and they will become part of Her Royal Highness Anne's guard.
In addition, there are millions of identical clones in petri dishes.
In addition, in the subsidiary plane of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, a group of fully armed devil Astartes numbering in the hundreds of millions are ready to go, and the scale of the dragon army is also becoming unprecedentedly large.
So don’t be naive to think that you are irreplaceable.”
While saying this, Jinjitaxia stretched out her sickle-like sharp fingers and gently drew a bloody mark on Xiole's face, allowing the shiny oil hidden under the skin and muscles to slowly slide down the wound.
It was not difficult to tell from the smug expression on his face that he very much enjoyed his current special status that surpassed all other Demon Judges.
Because he was the only one who knew most of Zuo Si's plans, research topics and results.
As for things like the army, if you have the corresponding technology and unlimited resources, you can have as many as you want.
Moreover, those original legions, whether they were constructs, skaabs, undead creatures, or ordinary New Phyrexian low-level cannon fodder, have now long since been replaced by new, more powerful legions.
The perfected Orcs, the son of Superman, the devil Astartes, the fully automated space fleet that blocks out the sun and sky, the Catachan barking toad that specifically rushes into the enemy and explodes...
Of course, Jinjitasha doesn’t know all the secrets.
At least he never had the opportunity to study the dark dimension, and he was also strictly forbidden to study the genes of Zuo Si himself and his descendants.
"Damn it! You have to help me this time! After all, I have helped you many times before!"
Everything in front of her immediately gave Xiorui a strong sense of crisis.
Because not long ago she received a message from Mirrodin that the White Demon Judge Elenon had finally completed the transformation of the entire time and space, completely assimilated the old oil into new oil.
This means that Ailenon may join this internal competition at any time.
Moreover, unlike Flinkey who pursues strong individual power and Wabasi who is not very interested in power, this guy has an extraordinary obsession with power.
"How do you want me to help you?"
After thinking for a moment, Jinjitasha finally made his own choice.
The reason was very simple! Compared to the black demon judge in front of him, the charlatan who started out as a religious figure made him feel more contempt and disgust.
Moreover, during the time that Elenon stayed in Mirrodin, the cooperation between the two sides was quite pleasant.
"I need to see the great father of New Phyrexia."
After hearing this, Jinjitaxia nodded slightly and said, "No problem. The sons of supermen will soon decide the winner and then be baptized by the two kinds of oil at the same time. You can take them to Faerun and hand them over to the master."
"Thank you very much. I owe you a favor this time."
Xiorin expressed her gratitude solemnly, and then used the huge black mana in her body to fly directly out of the atmosphere to appreciate and feel the terrifying destructive power of these super biological weapons up close.
After she completely turned into a black dot and disappeared, Jinjitaxia smiled and said to Shane VII: "I'm sorry to make you laugh. In fact, in New Phyrexia, the competition among the judges has always been very fierce. Because no one wants to be a loser and be eliminated."
“That’s okay, I understand.
And sometimes I really envy South for having so many loyal, capable and motivated subordinates.
If there is nothing else, I will leave first.
Thank you for showing me these interesting research results.”
Shane VII placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then activated the power of the Planeswalker Spark and disappeared on the spot.
…
At the same time, in Askatla, the capital of the empire on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
Zuo Si, who had transformed into a big devil, was standing on the top floor of the Mage Tower, looking down at this giant city that was already very close to an advanced magic civilization, and the effect that even ordinary people could use the power of magic mazes to achieve short-distance teleportation and flight, and make cargo weighing hundreds of kilograms or even tons temporarily as light as feathers.
All residents living in the major cities within the empire have basically gotten rid of mindless heavy physical labor and started to upgrade to complex jobs that require more professional knowledge and technology.
识字率和受教育水平也在以肉眼可见的速度飙升。
因为如果连字都不认识、不会简单的计算，是压根没办法在阿斯卡特拉、卡林港、博德之门这样的大城市找到工作的。
毕竟就连从事特殊服务行业，现如今在幻术药剂和廉价生活用构装体的挤压下，也起码得掌握诸如化妆、服饰打扮、角色扮演、肢体技巧、挑逗技巧、谈话技巧、察言观色、心理分析、安慰技巧等一系列的技能。
否则压根吸引不到客人。
所以不够聪明或不愿意学习深造的平民，早就被逐渐淘汰前往小镇或乡村讨生活。
只有那些足够聪明且愿意内卷的精英才有资格留下来。
而这一切统统都要归功于左思亲手编织出来的复杂魔法迷锁。
或者说他这个通过地牌迭加了多重施法环境的超级迷锁，早就已经超越迷斯·卓诺乃至精灵的骄傲永聚岛，是整个托瑞尔星球上有史以来最复杂的魔法体系。
这也是为什么越是聪明人就越想挤进大城市讨生活。
哪怕他们只能拥在几平米的狭窄群租屋内，吃着最便宜、最廉价的食物，每日为赚取生活费和魔法研究所必须的花销拼命奔波，也不愿意回到相对轻松的乡下去过日出而作日落而息的生活。
因为只有留在城市里才能看到希望，通过学习、研究和锻炼成为强大的施法者，进而完成阶级跃升。
凭借着没有一丁点公平性可言的巨大资源倾斜，整个西海岸帝国的年轻人都开始意识到，想要出人头地最简单的方法就是成为一名法师或术士。
哪怕是只能施展零环戏法的学徒，也能做到这辈子衣食无忧。
就在左思默默分析着自己创造的这个国家究竟有哪些优点、哪些弊端的时候，一双白皙的手臂突然从后面缠绕上来搂住了他的脖子，紧跟着从侧面肩膀露出一张带着满足红晕的美丽女性脸庞。
只见她一边抚摸着大魔鬼形态下赤裸的健壮胸肌和腹肌，一边深情亲吻脖子和脸颊，同时从嗓子眼里发出略显慵懒的声音问：“我至高无上的黑暗君主，你在想什么？”
“没什么，我只是觉得西海岸帝国距离自己心目中的期待还有一点差距，许多地方仍旧有改进的空间。”左思漫不经心的回应道。
“呵呵，我觉得它已经够完美的了，甚至完美的有点不像是一个暴君统治的国度。”
女人轻轻撩起遮挡住半张脸的棕色长发，终于露出了一对精灵和半精灵特有的尖耳朵。
不用问也知道，她就是才从圣武士堕落成为黑暗卫士的艾瑞贝斯。
从房间内杂乱的摆设，还有那些撕烂的透明丝织物不难判断出，两人绝对在这里爆发了激烈的战斗，而且远不止一场。
尤其是艾瑞贝斯身上大量的淤痕和伤口，充分说明了整个过程有多么的狂野。
也不知道是不是因为堕落导致的影响，她对于大魔鬼形态下的左思格外痴迷，后半程几乎都是在这个状态下完成的。
那种肉体撕裂的痛苦混杂着兴奋、愉悦的感觉简直令人上瘾。
“不，你错了。
从某种程度上来说，我才是整个费伦大陆最成功的暴君。
甚至改变了人们对于权力本质的认知。
无数的领主和国王开始效仿我进行集权，打压和铲除那些反对自己的声音。
而民众的态度则从原来的反对变成了支持。
他们希望能有一个强有力的政府来保护自己，维持良好的社会秩序和营商环境，进而让生活变得越来越好。
但这些人并未意识到，西海岸帝国的繁荣与富庶是建立在我愿意主动分享的基础上。
不出意外的话，那些尝试集权的领主和国王最终都会变成穷奢极欲或穷兵黩武的残暴君主。
因为并不是所有人都能抵挡得住巨大权力的侵蚀始终保持理智与头脑清醒。
所以在未来很长一段时间，你会看到数不清的统治者想要模仿西海岸帝国的成功，但得到的结果却跟预料的截然相反。
记住，永远不要相信那些表面上能够轻易看到的东西，更不要相信所谓的成功经验。
因为这往往是别人故意营造出来欺骗你的假象。
真正的成功秘诀很多时候只是一种单纯的幸运和偶然，即便不是也往往属于不可复制的类型。”
左思没有任何掩饰直截了当告诉了自己这位新情人关于帝国隐藏在水面之下的部分。
这就好像某些发达国家每当提起自身现如今的成功时，永远会将其归结为文艺复兴时期的思想解放，近代的人权宣言、自由民主、法治、市场经济、和资本主义。
可是却从不提及从大航海时代开启的数百年血腥殖民掠夺历史，对非洲、美洲原住民的屠杀和奴役，还有资本的原始积累。
更不会提在工业革命时期大肆压榨童工、女工导致其寿命还不如奴隶的黑历史。
所以在很早以前左思就明白，所谓“成功学”的本质就是一场骗局。
成功这种东西从来没有什么经验可以借鉴。
艾瑞贝斯听到这番话两眼瞬间放光，抿起嘴角露出邪恶的笑容：“呵呵呵呵，这不是更好吗？
让那些愚蠢的凡人在不断效仿中变得越来越失望、越来越邪恶、越来越自私，最终彻底在绝望中沉沦。
然后我们就能通过收买和渗透的方式把这些失败的国家变成帝国的傀儡。”
“在你身上发生的变化还真是让人感到吃惊。毕竟不久之前，你还是个发誓要守护善良和弱小的圣武士，可现在却已经完全适应了自己的新身份。”
说着，左思转过用宛如龙爪的手捏住对方的下巴，欣赏这张从圣洁变成阴暗的脸庞。
“那是因为我觉醒了，发现自己过去的天真和愚蠢。
虔诚、善良、守信……
只有白痴才会相信这些不切实际的东西！ 我现在想要的只有两样东西，那就是力量和复仇。
所以请赐予我更多的力量吧！ 我会成为您手中最锋利的剑，杀死一切胆敢与您为敌的家伙。”
艾瑞贝斯语气中透露出一种令人感到害怕的凶狠与狂热。
“放心，我已经给了你足够的力量，以及你最想要的东西。现在返回无冬城去完成你所渴望的复仇吧。”
左思抬起手直接打了个响指。
啪！ 伴随着清脆的鸣响，一套与之前风格既然不同的狰狞黑色盔甲凭空出现，直接包裹在艾瑞贝斯赤裸的身体上。
在里边还有相应的黑色紧身衣、皮甲、锁子甲等内衬。
而她手中的那柄剑也换成了一把燃烧着地狱烈焰的+5双手剑。
当全部穿戴完成的刹那，一股强大的能量猛然间从体内涌出，以肉眼可见的速度从胸口的宝石处外溢，沿着盔甲纹路传遍全身。
“这感觉……简直棒极了！”
艾瑞贝斯仅用一只就将沉重的双手剑挥舞起来，同时两只眼睛的瞳孔也在散发着骇人的红光。
要知道在当提尔圣武士的时候，以她的力量可能连这柄巨剑都举不起来，更不用提像现在这样如同单手剑轻松挥舞。
最重要的是，体内那来自巴托地狱的力量让她可以随意召唤地狱烈焰和魔鬼，并且施展如同LV20等级牧师一样的神术。
没有任何犹豫！
艾瑞贝斯直接上前一步，踮起脚尖再次搂住左思的脖子并主动献上一个热情四溢的吻，然后才依依不舍的收起巨剑，转身离开这个房间通过位于高塔下方的传送之间返回无冬城。
由于两座城市早已建立了稳定的传送门，因此她一出现就立刻引发了守在原地的法师注意。
后者显然对于这位无冬城二把手形象和气质上的转变看到惊讶，赶忙站起身询问道：“女士，您这副打扮究竟是发生了什么吗？”
“我在回来的路上遭到了来自敌人的伏击，差一点就死了。现在我要立刻见纳西尔领主，有重要的事情向他汇报。”
艾瑞贝斯用不容置疑的口吻向法师提出了要求。
法师显然不敢怠慢，立刻亲自带着她朝无冬城堡走去。
没过一会儿功夫两人就来到了领主大厅。
“提玛兰德，你这是怎么了？”
纳西尔领主仅仅看了一眼就意识到这位自己最信任的左右手身上发生的变化。
确切的说是来自正义之神提尔的神恩不见了，取而代之的是一种可怕的黑暗与邪恶气息。
“这不重要，重要的是我现在知道了策划无冬城瘟疫背后的黑手，还有他的帮凶。”
艾瑞贝斯干脆利落的直奔主题。
Because she knew that once she revealed that she had fallen and was no longer a paladin, Lord Nasir would immediately remove all her positions and powers, and she might even be expelled from Neverwinter.
Therefore, we must cut the Gordian knot quickly and expose Deszel's identity as a traitor as quickly as possible, and then force this guy to kidnap or kill Lord Nasir out of desperation.
In this way, Erebus could legitimately take over the ruling power, and then promote bureaucrats from the empire, and eventually make Neverwinter completely incorporated into the empire like Luskan, instead of maintaining the current semi-independent status.
Only in this way can she control the Church of the God of Justice and her fiancé, Van Swick, and constantly humiliate and torture them.
"What! Who? Who planned the plague in Neverwinter?"
Lord Nasir stood up from his chair.
Because this matter has become a source of worry for him, the bags and dark circles around his eyes caused by lack of sleep are the best proof of this.
"Deszel is one of the masterminds, and Van Swick is his accomplice."
Eribes directly reported the names of the two people.
Lord Nasir was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "This is impossible! One of them is a priest of Heim, the God of Guardians, and the other is a church leader of Tyr, the God of Great Justice. No matter from their camp or standpoint, there is no reason for them to do such a crazy thing."
Eribes sneered and asked back, "What if I tell you that Deszel has already abandoned his beliefs, and used lies and tricks to deceive Vanswick into providing help without knowing it?
And I'm not the only one who knows this.
Mr. Dumbledore was also one of those who knew about it.
It's just that he has never found any solid evidence, so he doesn't speak easily.
After all, these two people are the most important religious leaders in Neverwinter. Even if I tell you, you may not believe it, and it may even alert the enemy."
“Damn it! If this is true, I swear to hang Deszel.
This bastard has killed countless innocent civilians.
guard!
Send someone to arrest these two bastards immediately!"
Lord Nasir was so angry that he didn't even bend down to pick up the crown when it fell from his head.
But Eribes stepped forward to stop us, saying, "Don't do this! This will make us lose the opportunity to capture all the enemies hiding in the dark.
I think we should pretend nothing happened first, and then send someone to invite Deszel and Vanswick to come here to discuss the matter.
By the way, call Mr. Dumbledore over as well.
Then we will expose all the conspiracies and dirty deeds here.”
"You make sense! Just do as Eribes says. Be careful and don't show your hand." Lord Nasir quickly changed his mind and warned the guards around him.
The latter nodded vigorously and put down his armor to cover his face which was flushed with shock and anger.
Just like that, several loyal guards rode out of Neverwinter Castle on horseback and galloped through the empty streets.
After about twenty minutes, the three people were brought back at the same time.
"My lord, what happened that made you summon us so anxiously?" Deszel was the first to ask.
He obviously noticed the changes in Eribes, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes.
In this guy's opinion, it was obvious that his superior Magrim had successfully captured the other party through an ambush, and then forced him to degenerate and become his own through some unknown means.
This means that we can proceed with our next plan with confidence.
In contrast, Van Swick was completely shocked by the seething evil, distortion and hatred in his fiancée and was speechless.
He simply couldn't imagine what had happened to Erebeth that would cause a good and lawful paladin to degenerate into his current state in such a short period of time.
As for Dumbledore...
Well, from the moment the principal entered the room, he had been glancing at the elf priest who was recently in a passionate affair.
Although on Magical Earth he always appears to be calm, wise, steady and reliable.
But that was all forced upon me.
After all, in that world, he was hailed as the greatest wizard of the contemporary era and a hero who twice turned the tide and saved the wizarding world.
In addition, due to the decline of physical functions caused by being over a hundred years old, many of his original desires have gradually decreased, so naturally he has become indifferent to everything.
But what about now? His body has recovered to a relatively young state, and no one in this world knows him. He doesn't need to be arrogant or worry about his reputation. He can release all the true emotions and desires that were suppressed before.
So along the way from Askatra, Dumbledore had tried to have intimate relationships with many people who had the same tendencies.
The Van Swick in front of him was the only one who made his heart beat.
Aribeth was acutely aware of this, and both his expression and eyes became extremely terrifying, as if he might rush up and chop the "adulterer" into minced meat at any time.