"Master, are you planning to send these Sarrukhs to Azeroth?"
After watching the Earth Prophet Asindo disappear on the spot, Chromie immediately approached with a curious look on his face and asked.
Zuo Si reached out and touched the bronze dragon, who always liked to show himself as a white-haired dwarf lolita, and replied with a smile, "That's right.
Don't you think that Un'Goro Crater and Sholazar Basin are the ideal home for these sorcerers?
These two places were originally biological testing grounds of the Titan Guardians, and have always maintained a high temperature, hot, and humid environment, exactly the same as the continent of Faerun in the Thunder Age tens of thousands of years ago.
Since I have dealt with all the Titan Guardians, the creatures in this area that have been interfered with by the Creator for a long time will inevitably face natural evolution or even out of control.
If a spillover effect occurs, it could have a fatal impact on the ecology of the entire planet.
So if these witches can become good monitors and managers.
Most importantly, the Azeroth magic network I have woven requires a highly developed magical race to conduct constant testing.
Although the high elves and the human magic kingdom of Dalaran already have some similar prototypes, they are developing too slowly, and I don't have hundreds or even thousands of years to wait slowly.
Therefore, letting the remnants of the Saruk witches become the best choice.
In particular, the remnants of the Eastosef Empire, led by the Earth Prophet Asindor, should still have retained a lot of magical achievements from the Betis organization and the entire Netheril era.
These complex knowledge and technologies will become the best tools to examine the Azeroth magic network.
Moreover, do you think that the magic network of the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located has been so complex and orderly from the beginning?
No! The original magic web was just chaotic energy born from the battle between the goddesses of light and darkness.
It was the rise of mortals and the birth and destruction of one magical civilization after another that eventually evolved into its current form through continuous improvement.
By the same token, Azeroth's magic network also needs countless users to constantly experiment and discover loopholes and deficiencies.
Moreover, the arrival of the witch will also bring derivative creations such as lizardmen, snakemen, and naga, which can greatly enrich the species of intelligent creatures in Azeroth and play a role in accelerating the awakening of the star soul.
Oh, by the way, the Nagas in Faerun are not the Nagas in Azeroth who were twisted from the high elves.
It is a powerful, intelligent creature with a body like a python and a human head."
"I see. I think I understand your intention."
Chromie looked thoughtful.
She knew very well that ever since the order established by the Titans in Azeroth completely collapsed, her master had been trying to influence and control the Star Soul.
The ultimate manifestation of this influence and control is the establishment of the magic network.
Unlike the magic net formed by the energy on the planet's surface controlled by Malygos, the blue dragon king, the magic net established by Zuo Si is directly and closely connected to the star soul in the deepest part of the planet.
In other words, it is through a complex system centered on the star soul to establish a set of rules to control all the forces within the planet.
Since the underlying operating logic of the rules comes from the will of the creator, this means that if creatures on Azeroth want to use magic, they must understand and agree with it from the bottom of their hearts, and then continue to influence the star soul.
Over time, the Star Soul will inevitably gradually turn into Zuo Si's shape as time goes by and the magic network becomes more popular. Even if it finally awakens, it will only obey his orders.
After figuring this out, Chromie pointed to the sundial, time crystal, and bone hourglass on the ground and asked, "What are you going to do with these things?"
"It's simple. I plan to use them to strengthen the power of time that I control. However, this requires the help of a treasure from another universe, the Time Stone. Let's go and quickly finish the rest of this matter."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and directly made three time-related artifacts into planeswalker cards. Then he activated the teleportation magic and took Chromie with him and disappeared on the spot.
Just one second later, the two appeared in an open space near the cemetery in Neverwinter.
Like all large towns in Faerun, the cemeteries here are built within the city and have special personnel responsible for patrolling and management.
The reason for doing this is that if the corpses are buried outside the city and left unattended, they will most likely become a paradise for necromancers, evil camp priests and various undead creatures.
Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, even though they know that doing so will take up a lot of the already limited space within the city, they will still choose to set aside a special area for burying the dead.
Normally, cemeteries are managed by the Church of Death.
However, because the second generation God of Death, Melkor, was too indulgent in awakening the undead, and his successor, Cyric, was a psychopath, the cemetery of Neverwinter has always been managed by the church of the guardian god, Heim.
During the outbreak of the magical plague in Neverwinter, this was the secret base where Deszel and his followers spread the plague.
However, as his identity was later exposed and he escaped, the cultists gathered here were all killed, and now a statue of the new god of death, Clemvor, has been erected. It is obvious at a glance that his church has taken over.
After all, as a lawful neutral god with a slight tendency towards kindness, Kelemvor can almost be said to be the most friendly god of death to mortals in the history of the continent of Faerun.
Not only did he fulfill his clerical duties diligently to protect the souls of all the dead, but he also required his priests to spread the truth about death, eliminate people's instinctive fear and resistance to death, and complete the last part of their life journey in a relatively calm and decent manner.
If there were to be an election in Faerun to select the gods with the most respect for their jobs, then Kelemvor would definitely be in the top three.
Just as Chromie was looking around with curiosity, not quite understanding why his master suddenly came to such a place, he suddenly saw two figures in the distance engaging in a fierce battle.
The energy released by one of the guys swung his cane instantly blew up a magnificent tomb built specifically for a noble family.
The stone coffin inside cracked on the spot, and the remains of the ancestors were shattered into pieces during the magical explosion, and some were simply blown into bone powder.
Before Chromie had time to figure out what was happening, the guy who blew up the other person's tomb waved his hand and released powerful necromancy magic.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of skeletons and zombies with large amounts of rotten flesh hanging from their bodies crawled out from the soil and coffins. They were so densely packed that their numbers were difficult to count.
However, his opponent was obviously no pushover either. He suddenly raised the burning flaming sword in his hand and swung it in a circle with force.
Boom!!! The blinding red flames immediately engulfed everything within a radius of more than a hundred meters.
Both zombies and skeletons fell down in large numbers, especially the former which emitted a disgusting smell after being burned.
"Deszel! Prepare to die! You can't escape this time!"
Along with the familiar voice, Eribes' figure slowly walked out of the flames, with frightening red light flashing in his eyes. There was an exquisite pattern extending from his forehead and cheeks to his neck, which looked like a dancing and burning flame.
Anyone who has some knowledge of plane studies can feel the power of hell surging in her body at this moment.
It was obvious that the two had fought all the way from the city center near the Neverwinter Castle to this most remote corner.
There were countless houses and buildings destroyed by the aftermath of the battle along the way, and the raging flames were the best evidence.
"Hmph! Don't think you're sure to win! As long as the golem is still there, don't even think about getting close to me."
Deszel instantly activated the rune of power on the top of his staff, teleporting the heavy golem that was still chasing him in the distance directly to his side.
It was precisely because of this perfect construct that was completely immune to physical and magical attacks that he was able to resist Eribes' pursuit for such a long time.
Otherwise, given the absolute gap in strength between the two sides, a head-on confrontation would only take one or two minutes to produce a result.
Seeing this difficult golem that could not be destroyed or shaken off standing in front of him again, Eribes immediately frowned.
Although the threat it can cause in actual combat is very limited because its only means of attack is pure physical attack, it is absolutely superb as a meat shield.
There were several times when she almost chopped off Deszel's head, but she failed in the end because of the interference of the golem.
Just as Eribes was racking his brains to find a way to bypass the golem, Zuo Si finally walked out of the dark shadows and asked in a half-joking tone: "Dear lady, you seem to be in a little trouble and need help, right?"
moment!
The dark guard who was still struggling in the previous second showed uncontrollable ecstasy in the next second. He left Deszel and rushed forward to give him a passionate kiss like a little woman in love. His breathing became rapid, and he looked as if he was about to take off his armor and perform an R-rated action movie.
As luck would have it, this scene was witnessed by Van Swick who came over to support, causing his already pale face to become even more bloodless, and the hand holding the weapon was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
After all, hearing about it before is one thing, and seeing it with your own eyes is another.
You know, since the engagement, he hasn't even held his fiancée's hand.
But now, Aribes took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of another man. Judging from the degree of intimacy, they had probably done everything they could, including the pregnancy mentioned earlier, which should be real.
After all, that kind of infatuation that comes from the bottom of your heart can never be faked.
But the problem is that Van Swick has no right to blame his fiancée.
The reason is that he was the one who cheated first in the relationship.
Why is this happening?
What should he do next? Should he continue to endure this marriage filled with only hatred and revenge until Eribes thinks she has been punished enough? Vanswick, who originally had no opinion of his own, fell into pain and entanglement, and seemed to be emitting a dazzling emerald green light from head to toe.
What's even worse is that he is now in a dilemma as to whether to leave or not. He is just like a clown standing under the spotlight.
Eribes obviously noticed her fiancé, with a hint of revengeful pleasure in her eyes. She deliberately raised her hand to caress Zuo Si's chest and abdominal muscles through his clothes like a hungry female demon. She licked her lips seductively and asked, "Great Dark Lord, why did you come here suddenly? Are you missing the wonderful time we spent together not long ago? Or do you need my special service?"
"Hehe, no, neither of those. I'm here to help you deal with that golem."
Zuo Si raised his arm and gently stroked the beautiful half-elf's face, extending down to her neck and chest.
The latter also cooperated very well and removed the armor in front through the control of the red gem, revealing the undulating curves inside.
At this moment he finally understood why so many people liked to be minotaurs.
The excitement that comes from plundering and occupying things that do not belong to you, as well as the wonderful expressions and inner changes on the owner's face, are not something that can be obtained from a normal relationship.
Similarly, Aribeth was extremely excited because of the presence of her fiancé. In just a few seconds, her neck and cheeks began to become congested, her skin was abnormally flushed, and her whole body was emitting a strong hormonal scent.
The more she behaved like this, the worse Van Swick's mental state became. He suffered a huge double blow both physically and psychologically. Every movement and detail of their sex life began to emerge in his mind.
It has to be said that this scene was indeed a bit too hellish, even Deszel on the side was dumbfounded.
As one of the religious leaders of Neverwinter, he had undoubtedly known Erebeth for a long time and knew how conservative this paladin of Tyr was in matters of men and women.
In banquets held by the upper class of Neverwinter, many nobles had openly pursued her.
But the result is often that you are ruthlessly rejected before you can even finish your prepared sweet talk.
Even Van Swick, the fiancé, was only slightly less serious in his words and attitude.
As for dating, shopping, eating, watching theater performances, etc. like ordinary men and women, it is basically a pipe dream.
Most of the interactions between the two revolved around their common beliefs and their work in serving Neverwinter.
But what about now?
After degenerating into a dark guard, Aribeth had made a 180-degree turn. The strong desire and lust in her eyes were even more hungry than those of the ladies who often had affairs.
So much so that Deszel suspected that the girl in front of him had been replaced by a succubus or a succubus.
Otherwise, is it really possible for a person's character to undergo such a huge reversal?
Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense and Van Swick was already trying to wipe away tears secretly, a big hand suddenly rested on his shoulder from behind.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a face that was extremely familiar to him. He immediately fell into the other person's arms and burst into tears.
Obviously, the person coming was none other than Albus Dumbledore who had just returned from the underground city.
It has to be said that the appearance of the principal made the already complicated relationship even more complicated, and the atmosphere became even more weird.
Because this allows the originally simple one-sided minotaur plot to gradually develop in the direction of mutual minotaur.
Especially Zuo Si and Dumbledore, the two neighbors, who actually met victoriously in such a place.
When Aribeth saw her fiancé and his cheating lover hugging each other and being affectionate with each other, she was immediately furious and hugged Zuo Si's neck tightly and pressed her whole body against him.
"Ahem..."
In order to avoid the following 18+ content, Zuo Si coughed twice and gently pushed Eribes away, then released the power of sparks at the golem.
Just one second later, the huge metal golem guarding Deszel turned into a summoned creature card in his hand.
While it is possible to use magical means to destroy this golem or become its master it is not easy.
But under the crushing force from a higher level, the golem instantly became the property of the Planeswalker.
After doing all this, Zuo Si winked at his lover.
Eribes understood what he meant immediately, and in a flash he wrapped his body in black armor again. He rushed forward wielding the flaming giant sword and chopped off Deszel's head while he was stunned.
At this point, Neverwinter's crisis was finally resolved.
Dumbledore took the opportunity to comfort the injured Van Swick, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "My mission is completed, right?"
"Yes, it won't be long before your old friend comes into this world."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
After all, there are countless time travelers in Faerun, not to mention Gellert Grindelwald or one or two more.
"So I am free now? I can do whatever I want?" Dumbledore asked again tentatively.
Zuo Si smiled and responded, "Of course, you are always free to do whatever you want. But please be careful, because the gods of this world and the forces from the outer planes are quite dangerous."
"Thank you for reminding me. I have already experienced this deeply."
After that, Dumbledore took the heartbroken Van Swick and left, planning to find an inn to rent a room to help the elf priest get out of his sadness and become happy.
After the two disappeared into the night, Eribes asked curiously, "Who is that old man? From your tone, it seems that you have a little respect for him?"
"He was the headmaster of a magic school I attended and he helped me a lot. Apart from his sexual orientation, he was actually a nice person."
Zuo Si picked up the long staff that fell to the ground and observed the spell of power on the top with interest.
This thing was originally the key used by the Lizardman Queen Mosala to open the seal, and it can control the energy stone to a certain extent.
However, it has now been transformed into a equipment legendary used to enhance necromancy and conjuration magic.
The reason why Deszel can summon the golem and make it obey his orders is because of this thing.
"You mean...he has always been only interested in men?"
Eribes' eyes suddenly widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Zuo Si suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Why, is this weird?
In fact, in another world, the principal has an old lover with whom he has been in love for eighty years.
The reason why he came to Neverwinter to deal with the affairs of the creator race was to get an invitation letter to the continent of Faerun for his old lover.
I am very much looking forward to how Dumbledore will deal with the relationship between the three.
If he could really build a harem and have many lovers in this world, he might be noticed by Lady Firehair and promoted to become a chosen one, or he might even leap from a mortal to become the god of homosexual love.
After all, in this magical land, anything can happen."
There is no doubt that Zuo Si always had a fun-loving attitude towards Dumbledore's adventurous life in Faerun and never interfered from beginning to end.
Especially after the sparks with Van Swick, the scene he most looked forward to was the arrival of Gellert Grindelwald.
You have to know that this wizard who once caused a huge wave in the Earth's magic world is not a good person.
I don't know where Dumbledore got the confidence to make Gellert Grindelwald accept Van Swick being sandwiched between them.
In that case, Van Swick might really be able to get in between the two of them and become a lubricant to ease the conflict.
Just as Zuo Si was thinking about how this matter would develop, he suddenly felt his ear being bitten gently, followed by the whisper of Eribes.
"Are you interested in coming to my house?"
"Your home?"
Zuo Si asked back with a hint of surprise.
Because he always thought that paladins basically lived in temples or dormitories of the Knights' Resident.
At least that was the case in Calimport and Askatla, the two most important cities in the empire.
Among them, Askatla has the Knights of the Burning Heart, and in Calimport there is the Three Holy Knights formed by the god of justice Tyr, the god of suffering Ilmater, and the church of Torm, the god of loyalty and courage.
Unless they marry and start a family, paladins spend most of their time with like-minded brothers and sisters.
They constantly encourage and support each other to strengthen their faith and will to resist the powerful evil.
In the judicial system of the empire, the paladins perform functions similar to prosecution, supervision, and specializing in handling serious criminal cases. They are the most hated group of people in the bureaucratic system.
Because once they target you, whether it is corruption, bribery or abuse of power for personal gain, it will be exposed quickly.
After all, in this world full of magical powers, even lies can be identified, not to mention that memories and thoughts can be directly read.
“It didn’t exist before.
But am I not getting married to Van Swick?
Of course you need a house.
Moreover, the interior has just been renovated and no one has lived in it yet.
I hope to leave your scent and mark on the soft big bed inside before the wedding."
As he spoke, a smile of great excitement, evil, and anticipation appeared on Eribes' face.
Zuo Si, who had already become a minotaur, naturally would not refuse such an invitation. He left Chromie and went to the two-story building in the center of the city.
Just as the description said, this was a house located in a prime location close to the Neverwinter Gardens, and the entire house was built entirely of the finest wood from the Neverwinter Forest.
Not only are floors and carpets laid, but even the plants in the room have been carefully cared for by druids. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the overall feeling is green.
Eribes, who had been unable to contain himself for a long time, took off his armor and all his clothes, took out a white dress from the closet that symbolized purity for the wedding, put it on, pursed his lips and asked, "What do you think of me now?"
"Great! There is a kind of sexiness and temptation that comes from the fall of holiness."
Zuo Si stroked his chin and gave his own evaluation.
"In that case, what are you waiting for?"
As he spoke, Eribes walked closer and hugged Zuo Si's neck, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Compared to human form, I actually prefer your form as a great devil."
"As you wish, my lady."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's body suddenly began to swell, and in just a few seconds he turned into the hideous and terrifying Prince of Hell.
Once again feeling that terrifyingly strong body and the evil aura it exuded, the wildness in Eribes' heart was completely ignited, and soon he hugged her like an octopus and began to perform the beauty and the beast drama.
Almost at the same time, on the second floor of a hotel not far away, Van Swick and Dumbledore were doing almost the same thing.
It is conceivable that if the wedding between the two of them eventually takes place and they establish a family, their married life will be quite explosive.
In addition, as the entire situation was completely settled, the imperial army finally entered the city under the command of General Taro and began to quell the chaos. Through thunder-like means, all the thugs who took advantage of the fire were forcibly killed without leaving a single one alive.
When the sun rose from the horizon, everything had returned to normal, as if the disaster of last night had never happened.
But only careful people would notice that all the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city who had supported Lord Nasir had died in the chaos, leaving only the families who were willing to integrate into the empire and support the empire's comprehensive rule intact.
The Nine Neverwinter Guards, which were specially established to protect Lord Nasir, suffered heavy casualties and were directly disbanded.
After several hours of passion, Eribes, who had exhausted all his energy, was now lying on the bed sweating profusely, letting his wet hair stick to his back and face. He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Lord Nasir is not dead yet. His survival may be a huge hidden danger and trouble for me."
"Don't worry, someone will take care of it for you."
Zuo Si had now returned to his human form and was standing at the bedroom window, watching the men and women arguing fiercely at the gate of Neverwinter Castle.
They are the nine members of Neverwinter who survived last night's fierce battle.
But now there are only four left, and the other five have died in battle.
Apparently, the only issue they were arguing about was whether to stay and pledge allegiance to the new Lord Eribes, or to leave and look for the missing Lord Nasir.
"Someone will help me take care of this?"
Eribes looked up with a puzzled look on his face.
Zuo Si turned around and nodded with a smile: "That's right. You don't think that I have no other power in the North except the power on the surface, do you? Have you heard of the name Kurremos?"
"Kulremos? The King of the Glacier! Damn it! Could he be one of your men?"
Eribes' eyes widened in disbelief.
As the top dragon that quickly rose in the entire North after the death of the Roaring Dragon Klaus and replaced the former's ecological niche, it was certainly impossible for her not to have heard of this name.
After all, the number of white dragons crawling at Kurremos's feet alone reached over three digits. In addition, there were dragons of other colors and types, as well as thousands of frost giants and other monster tribes.
However, this Dragon King does not like to cause destruction like other evil dragons, and he rarely engages in public activities, so most ordinary people are not aware of his existence at all.
But for the towns in the north, this is undoubtedly a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, and no one knows when it will suddenly fall.
"Congratulations, you guessed it right.
If nothing unexpected happens, Kuerremos has already started dealing with the aftermath.
Don't worry, no matter whether it's Lord Nasir or those retreating monster tribes, none of them will survive.
Because only when they are all dead, the North will completely become the North of the Empire.
If you encounter any enemy in Neverwinter that you cannot eliminate personally, you can just say hello to him in the future."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand mischievously and slapped Eribes's butt hard, causing the latter to scream first and then laugh happily.
…
Just as Neverwinter City was gradually returning to peace, far away in the Neverwinter Forest, the Savage Alliance, which had just withdrawn, was experiencing an unprecedented massacre.
No matter whether they were gnolls, hobgoblins, ogres, trolls, giants, barbarians among humans, or highly intelligent beasts such as winter wolves and wargs, they were all being hunted down by a gigantic monster that exuded a bone-chilling chill from head to toe.
Any creature killed by it will be quickly transformed into undead in a very short time, even dragons are no exception.
What's even more deadly is that the frost giants killed by them will turn into their own kind with the same abilities.
With the growth at this snowball-like speed, an army of tens of thousands of undead was soon formed.
In particular, several transformed dragons can spit out deadly breath from the air to slaughter the fleeing monsters.
The Neverwinter Forest, which had always appeared green due to the influence of the energy stone, was actually completely covered with white frost in a large area. Even the surface of the nearby river was formed with a thick layer of ice.
"Master, it seems that the creature you created with magic is more powerful than expected. Especially after it has grown to a certain size, ordinary spells will hardly have any effect on it unless a high-level or even legendary spellcaster takes action."
A human wizard wrapped in a black robe became extremely excited after seeing this scene, and hurriedly lowered his head to flatter his master who was nearby.
But Kuerremos waved his hand unconcernedly: “No, this is not my credit.
Rather, it was inspired by creatures called White Walkers.
All I did was magically fuse their blood with that of the Frost Giants.
The most important thing is that this conversion is not safe, and the failure rate is much higher than expected.
By the way, where is Lord Nasir? Bring him here, it’s time to put an end to this farce.”
"Please wait!"
The human mage bent down and bowed, then winked at his men not far away.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, and after a while he dragged over the dying Lord Nasir.
His appearance undoubtedly meant that the stronghold that Deszel had established deep in the Neverwinter Forest had been destroyed.
To be precise, the little tricks that Deszel and Magrim were doing secretly were under the surveillance of Kulremos from the very beginning.
After all, when Zuo Si divided the spheres of influence, he handed over the forests, wilderness and mountains in the north to this "filial dragon".
And Kurremos did not disappoint his expectations. In just a few years, it continued to expand its influence and had already surpassed the Zhentarim, becoming the most powerful dark force in this land.
"Are you the King of the Glacier?"
Lord Nasir raised his head and looked at the giant dragon in front of him that exuded an evil aura, shock and surprise appeared on his face.
Because he originally thought that the Glacier King should be a white dragon.
After all, the other party controls so many white dragons and lives in such a cold far north.
Kuerremos smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's me.
Nice to meet you, Lord Nasir of Neverwinter.
Oh, I almost forgot to add the word "first".
Because now Neverwinter is ruled by Lady Erebus."
"So you were in collision with Eribes? Did she ask you to kill me to eliminate the trouble forever?"
Lord Nasir's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.
But it's no wonder.
He was the one who trained and promoted Eribes, so it would be hard for him to feel good about being betrayed by the person he trusted the most.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Ms. Eribes and I have never met each other, and we have no contact. The reason why you must die has nothing to do with her, but is an order from the master."
Kurremos obviously enjoyed the feeling of toying with his captive, and he gently shook one of his dragon claws in front of the other person.
"Owner?!"
Lord Nasir keenly grasped a key word.
"Yes, Master.
To tell you the truth, both I and the newly rising red dragon queen in the south, Wilmes, actually obey the great master Soth.
Yes, it is His Majesty the Emperor of the West Coast Empire.
Of course, at that time he was not yet an emperor, let alone an empire.
Do you know what the biggest difference between ordinary tyrants, ambitious people and rulers and masters is? In this world, most people take one step at a time and think about it. Those who can take one step and think about it two or three steps ahead can be regarded as smart people.
Those who can look ahead a dozen steps before taking one step are regarded as wise men or prophets.
But the owner is different.
He saw further and began to lay out plans secretly long before, placing chess pieces one after another in neglected corners or places that others could not see.
By the time others began to notice something was wrong, these chess pieces or seeds had already taken root, sprouted, and grown into towering trees.
At that time, he will be able to achieve his set goals easily without any effort.
This is a huge difference in perspective, and it is also a height that people like you will never be able to reach."
Kurremos slightly opened his arms in front of him, his tone revealing undisguised enthusiasm and admiration.
Although at the beginning he was forced to bow to Zuo Si.
But as the latter's power continues to increase and expand, he has gradually changed from a enslaved person to a beneficiary who can enjoy huge convenience and benefits.
The difference and change in identity between the two will naturally lead to changes in mentality.
What's more, they are both in the evil camp and have basically the same views and opinions on many issues.
So gradually, Kurremos became a die-hard fan of Zuo Si and even began to worship him as a god.
Every once in a while, he would secretly leave the continent of Faerun and go to the laboratory in Jinjitaxia to make some rare and interesting new things.
Compared to many local dragons who are still obsessed with territory, treasure and fame, this guy has expanded his vision to the entire multiverse.
"What! Are you saying that all this is Soth's conspiracy?"
Lord Nasir's pupils suddenly dilated and his expression became extremely ugly.
Kurremos sneered and taunted: "Idiot! Do you think the master will be as stupid as you?
No, he would never do something that would give others a handle politically.
The truth is that the Lizardmen, who called themselves the creator race, planned this conspiracy, and some evil gods and demon lords were also involved.
The master merely took advantage of their plan a little in return.
In the future, Neverwinter will be just like Luskan. It will become extremely prosperous under the rule of the Empire, and people's living standards will be greatly improved.
As for you, a remnant of the old times, you should exit the stage of history right here."
Before he finished speaking!
A blinding green light hit Lord Nasir directly in the chest.
Just a moment!
His body turned into green dust and drifted away in the wind.
Needless to say, Kurremos used a disintegration spell to kill this important politician in the North, and there was not even a trace of the body left.
The wizard who had watched the whole process came close and asked cautiously, "Great King of the Glacier, what should we do next? Continue to hunt down those migrating orcs?"
"No, don't worry about those orcs. They are also pawns arranged by the master."
Kurremos rejected his men's proposal without hesitation.
Although he was very curious about Thrall's performance in this war and was very eager to seize and possess the Hammer of Destruction, the price of disobeying Zuo Si's orders was something he could not afford.
After clearing out the monsters in the Neverwinter Forest and killing Lord Nasir, they had already accomplished their mission brilliantly, and there was no need to add to the mess.
What's more, Kurremos has a plan that has been brewing for a long time in private, and it's time to implement it.
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