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 slightly 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.
Literacy rates and education levels are also soaring at a visible rate.
Because if you can't even read and do simple calculations, there is no way you can find a job in big cities like Askatla, Calimport, and Baldur's Gate.
After all, even those engaged in special service industries, nowadays under the pressure of illusion potions and cheap living constructs, have to at least master a series of skills such as makeup, clothing, role-playing, body techniques, teasing techniques, conversation skills, observing words and expressions, psychological analysis, comforting skills, etc.
Otherwise, it won’t attract any customers at all.
Therefore, civilians who are not smart enough or unwilling to pursue further studies have long been gradually eliminated and have gone to small towns or villages to make a living.
Only those elites who are smart enough and willing to work hard are qualified to stay.
And all this is thanks to the complex magic maze woven by Zuo Si himself.
In other words, his super puzzle that superimposed multiple casting environments through land cards has long surpassed Myth Drannor and even the elves' pride, Evermeet, and is the most complex magic system in the history of the entire planet Toril.
This is also why the smarter people are, the more they want to squeeze into big cities to make a living.
Even if they can only live in a cramped shared house of a few square meters, eat the cheapest food, and work hard every day to earn a living and the necessary expenses for the magic research institute, they are unwilling to return to the relatively relaxed countryside to live a life of working from sunrise to sunset.
Because only by staying in the city can you see hope, become a powerful spellcaster through learning, research and training, and then achieve class leap.
With a huge imbalance of resources that is not even slightly fair, young people throughout the West Coast Empire are beginning to realize that the easiest way to stand out is to become a wizard or a warlock.
Even an apprentice who can only perform zero-ring tricks can live a life without worries about food and clothing.
Just as Zuo Si was silently analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the country he had created, a pair of white arms suddenly came up from behind and hugged his neck, followed by a beautiful female face with a satisfied blush appearing from the side of her shoulder.
She caressed the naked strong chest and abdominal muscles in the big devil form, kissed his neck and cheeks affectionately, and asked in a slightly lazy voice from her throat: "My supreme dark lord, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I just feel that the West Coast Empire is still a little bit away from my expectations, and there is still room for improvement in many areas." Zuo Si responded nonchalantly.
"Haha, I think it's perfect enough. It's even perfect enough that it doesn't look like a country ruled by a tyrant."
The woman gently lifted up her long brown hair that covered half of her face, finally revealing a pair of pointed ears unique to elves and half-elves.
Without asking, one would know that she was Eribeth, who had just fallen from a paladin to a dark guard.
From the messy furnishings in the room and the torn transparent silk fabrics, it is not difficult to judge that a fierce battle definitely broke out between the two here, and far more than one.
Especially the large number of bruises and wounds on Eribes' body, which fully demonstrated how wild the whole process was.
Maybe it was due to the influence of her fall, but she was particularly obsessed with Zuo Si in the form of a great devil, and the second half was almost completed in this state.
The pain of flesh being torn apart mixed with excitement and pleasure is simply addictive.
“No, you are wrong.
To some extent, I am the most successful tyrant in the entire continent of Faerun.
It even changed people's perception of the nature of power.
Countless lords and kings began to follow my example in centralizing power, suppressing and eradicating those voices that opposed them.
The public's attitude changed from opposition to support.
They hope to have a strong government to protect themselves, maintain good social order and business environment, and make their lives better and better.
But these people don't realize that the prosperity and wealth of the West Coast Empire is built on my willingness to share.
If nothing unexpected happens, those lords and kings who attempt to centralize power will eventually become extravagant or warmongering cruel monarchs.
Because not everyone can resist the erosion of huge power and always remain rational and clear-headed.
So for a long time to come, you will see countless rulers trying to emulate the success of the West Coast Empire, but the results they get are completely opposite to what they expected.
Remember, never believe things that can be easily seen on the surface, and never believe in so-called successful experiences.
Because this is often an illusion deliberately created by others to deceive you.
The real secret of success is often just pure luck and chance, and even if it is not, it is often of the type that cannot be replicated."
Zuo Si told his new lover directly and without any disguise about the part of the empire hidden beneath the surface.
It is just like when some developed countries talk about their current success, they always attribute it to the ideological liberation of the Renaissance, the Declaration of Human Rights, liberal democracy, the rule of law, the market economy, and capitalism in modern times.
However, it never mentions the hundreds of years of bloody history of colonial plunder that began with the Age of Discovery, the massacre and enslavement of Native Americans in Africa and America, and the primitive accumulation of capital.
Not to mention the dark history of the industrial revolution when child and female workers were exploited so much that their life expectancy was even shorter than that of slaves.
Therefore, Zuo Si understood long ago that the essence of the so-called "success studies" is a scam.
There is no experience to draw on when it comes to success.
When Eribes heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, and he pursed his lips to reveal an evil smile: "Haha, isn't this better?
Let those foolish mortals become more and more disappointed, more and more evil, more and more selfish in their constant imitation, and finally sink completely in despair.
We can then turn these failed states into puppets of the empire through bribery and infiltration.”
"The changes that have taken place in you are truly astonishing. After all, not long ago, you were still a paladin who swore to protect kindness and the weak, but now you have completely adapted to your new identity."
As he spoke, Zuo Si turned around and pinched the other person's chin with his hand that was like a dragon claw, admiring the face that had changed from holy to dark.
“That’s because I woke up and realized how naive and stupid I was in the past.
Pious, kind, trustworthy...
Only an idiot would believe in such unrealistic things! There are only two things I want now, that is power and revenge.
So please give me more power! I will become the sharpest sword in your hand and kill all those who dare to be your enemy. "
There was a frightening ferocity and fanaticism in Eribes' tone.
"Don't worry, I have given you enough power and what you want most. Now return to Neverwinter and fulfill your desired revenge."
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap! With a crisp sound, a set of ferocious black armor that was completely different from the previous style appeared out of thin air and directly wrapped around Eribes' naked body.
There are corresponding black tights, leather armor, chain mail and other linings inside.
The sword in her hand was replaced with a +5 two-handed sword burning with hellfire.
The moment he put everything on, a powerful energy suddenly surged out of his body, overflowing from the gem on his chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spread throughout his body along the lines of the armor.
“This feeling… is simply amazing!”
Eribes wielded the heavy two-handed sword with just one hand, while the pupils of both eyes emitted a terrifying red light.
You have to know that when she was a Paladin of Tyr, she probably couldn't even lift this giant sword with her strength, let alone wield it as easily as she does now like a one-handed sword.
Most importantly, the power from Baator Hell in her body allows her to summon hellfire and demons at will, and cast divine spells like a LV20 priest.
Without any hesitation!
Eribes took a step forward, stood on tiptoes, hugged Zuo Si's neck again and gave him a passionate kiss. Then he reluctantly put away the greatsword, turned around and left the room, returning to Neverwinter through the teleportation room under the tower.
Since a stable portal had already been established between the two cities, her appearance immediately attracted the attention of the mages guarding the place.
The latter was obviously surprised by the change in the image and temperament of the second-in-command of Neverwinter City. He quickly stood up and asked, "Madam, what happened to you wearing this outfit?"
"I was ambushed by the enemy on my way back and almost died. I have to see Lord Nasir immediately and report something important to him."
Eribes made a request to the wizard in an unquestionable tone.
The wizard obviously did not dare to neglect her and immediately took her to Neverwinter Castle.
After a while, the two arrived at the lord's hall.
"Timaland, what's wrong with you?"
Lord Nasir realized the changes that had taken place in his most trusted right-hand man with just one glance.
To be precise, the grace from the god of justice Tyr disappeared, and was replaced by a terrible atmosphere of darkness and evil.
"It's not important. What's important is that I now know the mastermind behind the Neverwinter plague and his accomplices."
Eribes went straight to the point.
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.
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