The Temple of Knowledge, the kingdom of the great god of knowledge, Oghma, is also the place that countless ambitious people, scholars, wizards and smart people most desire to visit.

Because the endless library here records all kinds of knowledge they have always dreamed of, as well as countless secrets that have disappeared in the long river of time.

If one is lucky enough to be received and instructed by Oghma himself, it would mean unimaginable wealth to any mortal.

After all, the power possessed by the God of Knowledge is not just the existing knowledge itself, but also includes the inspiration that constitutes the source of knowledge.

This is often far rarer and more precious than knowledge itself.

In other words, Oghma's most powerful aspect is that he can induce a person to transform immature ideas and fleeting sparks of inspiration into a kind of creativity, which then gives birth to new knowledge.

So whenever Zuo Si encountered a problem that he couldn't solve or was unsure about, he would always come here first to seek help from his closest ally.

At this moment, he stood in front of the other party and waited patiently as the God of Knowledge fiddled with the gem made from the fragments of the Star God.

It was obvious that Oghma was using his divine power and knowledge to observe and analyze this thing.

Judging from the strange light in his eyes, he was obviously quite interested.

To be precise, everything unknown and never seen before makes him excited and curious.

After all, this strong feeling comes from divinity.

For a god, nothing can make them happier than discovering new things within the scope of their ministry.

This is also why Zuo Si was warmly welcomed by the God of Knowledge every time he came.

In particular, the huge comprehensive laboratory in the floating city of Mutahal, which is managed by Jinjitasha, is simply a huge knowledge and technology creation center in Oghma's eyes. Countless research results of all sizes are born every day.

If he was not afraid of touching Zuo Si's sensitive nerves, he would have wanted to send an incarnation to stay there permanently, record all the knowledge and keep it in his own country's private library.

Because such research institutions are to the God of Knowledge like the relationship between the "Happy House" and Zuo Si, both can bring incomparable spiritual enjoyment.

After two or three hours of analyzing the structure of the Star God fragments, Oghma commented with interest: "It is a very interesting life form. It allows me to see the vastness and infinite possibilities of the multiverse. But do you know what this thing reminds me of?"

"What do you think of it?"

Zuo Si asked very cooperatively.

“The wild gods, also called the original beings or primordial gods by mortals, are the first beings to gain self-awareness at the beginning of the universe.

They share many similarities with the Star Gods you mentioned.

For example, the power as a source is anchored in something that ordinary people cannot understand. Another example is that they do not rely on the faith of mortals to gain power. Also, they have no concept of good and evil or sense of morality, and act completely based on personal preferences.

Of course, the difference is that the essence of the wild gods still does not exceed the scope of quasi-divine power. With the power you possess, you can completely kill them, and even completely dissolve them with the sparkling oil.

But the Star God obviously has the characteristic of being untouchable.

Although I am not quite clear about how the race called Necrons killed one of the Star Gods called Randugor the Flayer, and how they turned the other Star Gods into fragments and sealed them up.

But what is certain is that this must involve some underlying rules that only exist in that universe.

So if you want to go to war with one of these C'tan and capture them, you first have to understand what the rules are and how to exploit them.

Otherwise, even if the Shuoyou incarnation becomes more powerful, it will be difficult to restrain these powerful god-like life forms.

If you force a war, it will most likely turn into a fruitless attrition war, and your other enemies in that universe will seize the opportunity."

Oghma stated his point directly and returned the Star God fragment in his hand.

"You mean you don't suggest that I immediately start the plan to capture the complete Star God?"

Zuo Si took the gem made from the fragments of the Star God and showed a thoughtful expression.

The God of Knowledge nodded decisively: "That's right, because your chances of winning are really not high.

I suggest you start with those star gods that have been broken.

First, get more information about them by studying the fragments, and then combine the abilities with the Shuoyou incarnation by stripping away their consciousness.

When the power of Shuoyou's incarnation reaches or approaches the level of a complete Star God, he will then attack the real Star God.

In addition, I also suggest that you should talk to the Necrons and obtain the secret of how they defeated the Star God through trade.

After all, as a planeswalker and great devil with endless resources, knowledge and technology, I think no one can refuse your offer."

Contact and trade with the Necrons?

As this thought surged from the bottom of his heart, a name that was quite well-known among the "Hammerers" suddenly emerged in Zuo Si's mind - "The Endless" Trazyn.

As the most famous collector in the Warhammer universe, the king of figures, and the curator of the Solemnas Art Museum, he can be said to be a relatively friendly member of the Necrons race, and can basically talk to anyone.

Whether it was the Grand Magus Belisarius Cawl of the Mechanicus, or Robert Guilliman as the Primarch, or the former Chaos Demigod Vashtor...

Because he made deals with humans many times to help the empire overcome difficulties, he was nicknamed "Silver Skull Captain Trazyn".

The most important thing is that as soon as this guy appears, the painting style will immediately become cheerful.

Although his fighting ability is a little weak and his personality is a little funny, he also has a strong collecting habit and even often goes to other people's homes to steal or forcibly seize the collections that interest him.

As a fellow Pokémon Master, Zuo Si felt that he and the other party should have a lot in common, and maybe they could even share what they had.

Of course, if possible, he would like to turn the "King of Figures" into his own figure.

It's a pity that this guy is very cautious. He usually sends a mechanical clone to go out and never lets his real body show up easily. Moreover, he has not yet found a way to avoid being affected by the subspace.

Ogma obviously noticed the expression on Zuo Si's face, and immediately said with a smile: "Ah, it seems that you have already come up with an idea, right?"

The latter also nodded with a smile: "Yes, I think I have found a suitable candidate for the deal. But whether he is willing to hand over such a secret involving the entire race is still unknown."

"Then I wish you in advance that you can get what you want as soon as possible.

Also, remember to let me know as soon as you have any new discoveries or progress.

I can't wait to write them all down and keep them in the library.

After all, I haven’t come across such interesting knowledge for a long time.”

As he said this, Oghma's eyes revealed naked and undisguised expectation.

Since forming an alliance with Zuo Si, the number of new books added to his private library in the past few years has been greater than in the past thousands or even tens of thousands of years combined.

This undoubtedly made the God of Knowledge feel unprecedentedly happy. At the same time, when this knowledge was selectively spread, it would also greatly increase the influence among certain mortals in the material plane.

As for good and evil, order and chaos, they are not a problem at all for him who is absolutely neutral.

In this regard, Ogma and Zuo Si's views and positions are almost completely consistent, with no differences at all.

In a way, they are natural friends with similar interests.

"no problem.

As soon as I get the secrets of the Star Gods from the Necrons, I will share them with you immediately.

If there's nothing else, I'll leave first.

You know, I've been very busy lately."

After saying that, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and prepared to turn around and leave.

But before he could activate the interdimensional teleportation magic, Oghma suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait! If I remember correctly, one of your descendants killed a ghost prince not long ago, right?"

"That's right. Why, is Telamante Tanshul planning to take revenge?"

Zuo Si asked back jokingly.

It is not difficult to tell from his attitude that he does not take the Ghost City seriously at all.

After all, without the support of Shar, the goddess of night, the so-called Empire of Netheril is nothing more than an ordinary floating city.

With the terrifying power possessed by the Dark Prince Graya who has awakened the Spark of the Planeswalker, he can definitely perform a good show of tearing apart the floating city with his bare hands.

“You are right.

The City of Shade has recently begun to gather strength to the south of the Anauroch Desert.

The number of troops of the Bedai barbarians alone reached more than 10,000.

There are also a large number of mages, priests and warlocks.

If nothing unexpected happens, they should be planning to attack the border town of Tivent, which has just been recaptured by the Kingdom of Cormyr.

If it were just a mortal army, it wouldn't be worth making a fuss about.

But I detected something unusual in the things transported in the City of Ghosts."

As he spoke, Ogma handed a small sealed box to Zuo Si.

Zuo Si opened it without saying anything, and found a sticky and surging black mud. He immediately frowned and asked in an uncertain tone: "What is this?"

"Have you heard of the Lost Seven?"

Ogma did not answer immediately, but asked another question.

"Of course. I think anyone who knows anything about Faerûn's history will be familiar with the Lost Seven."

Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

In fact, "The Lost Seven" is just a general term, and there is huge controversy about who the specific members are.

Some scholars believe that the god of wrath Borem and the nightmare serpent Dendar are both members of the Lost Seven Gods; others believe that the Lost Seven Gods refer to the seven people who retained some of their power through various methods when the great arcanist Karsus stole the power of the first goddess of magic, although most of them died the moment the spell succeeded.

However, the mainstream view nowadays is more in favor of the former rather than the latter.

Oghma nodded slightly and continued to speak: "Since you know the Lost Seven, you must have heard of Borem's Heart of the Swamp, right? That was the first quasi-god power that the Three Gods of Death successfully killed when they were still mortals.

In this black mud, I feel his power."

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "So Tailamante wants to use a wild god who has been dead for who knows how many years to deal with Graya?

Use quasi-god power to defeat quasi-god power?

Is he sure there's nothing wrong with his brain?

Or doesn't he know that sometimes the gap between quasi-divine powers may be greater than the gap between gods and mortals?"

"Haha, if it's just Borem, it's certainly not enough to threaten your offspring. But the question is, what if this Borem has been distorted and strengthened by divine power?"

Oghma narrowed his eyes and stared at the black mud in the box.

"You mean... Shar?"

Zuo Si poured the black mud directly into his palm, trying to feel the remaining divine power in it through the Planeswalker Spark.

As a person who is very sensitive to energy, he can distinguish the residual divine power or energy properties in any object.

But unfortunately, there is no divine power in the black mud except for the cold negative energy.

Just when Zuo Si was feeling strange about this, Ogma explained meaningfully: "Don't waste your energy. You can't find any divine power from it. Because if I were Shar, I wouldn't easily use my divine power to inject into the body of a wild god. That would leave too many handles for the enemy. Instead, I would choose to use my own priesthood to influence and distort his essence."

"But what is Shar's purpose in doing this?"

Zuo Si's eyes revealed confusion and puzzlement.

Because the attitude of the Goddess of Night towards Graya was inconsistent before.

You have to know that Shar is not a psychopath like Cyric.

Although she is dark, evil, selfish and cruel, her behavior is quite logical and consistent, and she would never change her mind overnight.

Ogma shook his head gently: "Don't ask me, I don't know either.

To be exact, no one could guess the mind of this ancient dark goddess.

But what is certain is that she has set her sights on your offspring and is trying to pull it into her arms.

I think you need to be a little more vigilant.

Also, you'd better be careful about the ongoing war between you and the orc pantheon, goblin spirits, and the spider goddess Lolth.

I have a feeling that since Shar can bring these guys together, he will definitely not let you win so easily."

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly, "Please don't worry. I have already reached an agreement with the elven and dwarven pantheons, and I have also spread a large number of spies in Faerun and the material plane. No matter what the other party does, it will not be hidden from my eyes."

After saying this, he bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the God of Knowledge, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

Oghma stood there with a slight smile on his face, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Those little guys you summoned are more than just spies. They have already caused quite a stir in many places, including Toril, the Abyss, and Shura Field."

…

At the same time, far away in the Dragon Spine Mountains north of Zhentil Keep on the Moon Sea, Thrall and the orc tribe he led had just emerged from the danger-ridden Underdark and had successfully arrived at the endless Rongma grassland.

Looking at this land which was neither barren nor rich, and was inhabited by a large number of barbarian tribes, all the orcs breathed a sigh of relief.

Because they know the most dangerous time is over.

The next thing to do is to obtain enough livestock from the locals through trade, war and plunder, and then occupy an area with abundant water and grass to start building your own home.

Of course, the reason why the Orcish Horde was able to pass through the Underdark so quickly was actually because they had the help of the Mind Flayers.

Although they also didn't know why these monsters that fed on the brains of intelligent creatures would help them.

Only Thrall understood that the mind flayers and the super brain behind them actually all obeyed Zuo Si.

The purpose is very simple, which is to protect this tribe that has broken away from the control of the orc gods to the maximum extent, and then give himself the opportunity to grow and gradually tear apart the entire orc pantheon, and finally expel Gruumsh and his lieutenants, wife, and children from the planet Toril.

But this is obviously not an easy task.

Especially after learning about the terrifying power and authority possessed by the gods of this world, Thrall knew that once exposed, he would have to face the wrath of the orc gods.

At that time, all the orcs and half-orcs in the entire plane will become his enemies.

Therefore, he had to hurry to establish a stable rear area, and then use it as a base to continue to expand outward, absorb as many small tribes as possible, and form a new culture and belief.

And Rongma Grassland is obviously the most important first step of the entire plan.

Just as Thrall was thinking about what identity and excuse to use to enter the Rongma Grassland, an orc scout suddenly ran over from a distance, panting and reporting loudly: "Chief, we found a human barbarian tribe. They are about 500 people in size, including about 130 adult warriors."

"A barbarian tribe?"

Sal was visibly stunned.

Because he obviously didn't expect that he had just walked out of the Dragon's Spine Mountains and immediately encountered the local residents.

You have to know that Rongma grassland is not an ownerless land.

When the armies of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim passed through the area in 1352 DR, the local barbarian tribes united to attack them.

Almost all intruders will be indiscriminately expelled by the barbarian tribes without exception, and the xenophobia is almost extreme.

So after briefly weighing the pros and cons, Thrall quickly made his own judgment, shouldered the heavy hammer of destruction, and ordered the guards around him: "Gather the warriors immediately. We must launch a surprise attack and quickly resolve the battle before they can react."

"Yes, sir!"

The young orc warrior quickly clenched his fists and pounded his chest, then ran back, shouting in Orcish as he ran.

After a short while, three or four hundred fully armed soldiers gathered.

Thrall, who had already established a strong personal prestige, didn't say a word and directly led these people into the barbarian tribe that was completely unprepared.

With just one encounter, they killed all the guys who dared to take up arms to resist, and then unceremoniously packed up all the property, including the prisoners, and took away.

In this way, the Orc Tribe marched northeast along the Rongma Grassland, sweeping away all the barbarian tribes along the way with their advantages in numbers, equipment and discipline.

By the time they arrived at Ilin-Ul, the easternmost town near the entrance to the Galena Mountains, they had more than 6,000 prisoners, nearly 200,000 sheep, 30,000 cattle and 6,000 horses.

The huge team was so vast that it seemed as if there was no end in sight, and it was frightening just to look at it.

In particular, thousands of elite orc warriors were transformed from infantry to cavalry, which was enough to create a crushing advantage in this wild land.

Seeing such a huge orc army suddenly appear, the rulers of Ilinwuer town did not even think of resisting.

After obtaining the promise of personal safety through negotiations, he voluntarily opened the city gate and chose to surrender.

As a result, the Sar soldiers easily completed their set goals without bloodshed.

With the important stronghold of Ilinwuer, he could sweep across the entire Rongma grassland and join forces with Zhentil Castle and Ghost City, or he could retreat into the Vasa enclosure surrounded by mountains on three sides and backed by a large glacier.

In other words, it means firmly grasping the strategic initiative.

However, before Thrall could decide whether to advance eastward or westward first, an uninvited guest came to him.

“你好，尊敬的屠龙者——萨尔酋长，非常荣幸能够得到您的接见。我的名字是坎德·米利那，代表伟大的月之海暴君——傅佐尔彻伯瑞前来。”

一名身穿黑色铠甲身材健壮的中年男人礼貌的鞠了一躬。

“坎德·米利那？你就是傅佐尔彻伯瑞的左膀右臂，渡鸦要塞的实际掌权者？”

萨尔显然听说过对方的名字。

因为这位可不是什么无名之辈，而是在散提尔堡和散塔林会中占有举足轻重的地位。

虽然可能还远远不比上黑暗情报网的负责人席曼蒙，但也能稳居第二梯队的权力核心。

要知道渡鸦要塞就在巨龙之脊山脉北坡，扼守着戎马草原南下的唯一通道，光是常驻军队数量就达到了两千五百人。

除此之外还有两百人的牧师、抄写员、仆从和间谍，以及差不多六百多人在此地定居为军队提供服务的平民。

其重要性不言而喻。

这一点从傅佐尔彻伯瑞一直担任名义上的最高指挥官就能略窥一二。

能成为这个要塞的实际掌控者必然是月之海暴君的亲信，无论是忠诚还是能力都要无可挑剔才行。

尤其是在跟阴魂城爆发暗战之后，渡鸦要塞一跃成为了散提尔堡抵挡对方进攻的最坚固防线。

坎德·米利那面带微笑的点了下头：“没错，就是我。

事实上从走出巨龙之脊山脉进入戎马草原的那一刻起，我手下的探子就发现了你们。

只不过让我没想到的是，你和你的部落竟然可以在如此短的时间内横扫那么多蛮族部落。

现如今你已经是这片区域当之无愧的主宰，没有任何力量能够阻挡兽人大军征服的脚步。”

“所以呢？”

搞清楚眼前这个男人重量级的身份之后，萨尔故意装出一副满不在乎的样子继续试探。

“伟大的月之海暴君希望能跟你谈谈关于合作。

他非常乐意承认你对于整个戎马草原的统治权。

但前提是你必须成为散提尔堡的盟友，甚至是加入散塔林会成为其中的一员。

当然，作为回报，你和你的部落可以通过贸易获取盐、食物、武器装备和魔法物品。”

坎德·米利那直截了当开出了条件。

很显然，他完全把萨尔当成了那些阴险、狡诈、残忍、自私自利的传统兽人酋长，想要通过这种方式将其拉进自己的阵营。

因为眼下的散提尔堡正在与阴魂城对峙，根本抽不出力量来收拾这个突然冒出来的兽人势力。

如果放任不管的话，要是对方直接南下占领或劫掠沿海的贸易城邦后果绝对是灾难性的。

所以傅佐尔彻伯瑞那想要先稳住这群战斗力彪悍的兽人，等搞定跟阴魂城的争端后再抽出手来解决后者。

当然，如果能利用这群兽人一起对付阴魂城那自然就更好了。

这也是他为何会如此大方把整个戎马草原都送出去的原因。

反正这片草原本来也不在散提尔堡的控制下，而是属于那些跟他们作对的蛮族部落。

现在顺水推舟做个人情还能换到一个盟友何乐而不为呢？

“你的意思是，散提尔堡会支持我们彻底占领整个戎马草原？”

萨尔显然从中嗅到了可以薅对方羊毛的机会，身体微微前倾浮现出感兴趣的神情。

坎德·米利那不加思索的回应道：“没错。我们不仅支持你攻占整个戎马草原，而且还会出钱购买那些被你俘虏的野蛮人，以及各种毛皮、牲畜、奶制品和肉干。”

“天下没有免费的午餐。我在得道这些东西的时候需要履行什么义务呢？”

萨尔不动声色的反问。

身为天生的领导者，他可不是那些目光短浅会被眼前蝇头小利引诱的家伙，更清楚对方购买野蛮人俘虏八成是带回去驯化成为奴隶。

男性会在皮鞭和魔法的反复折磨下沦为角斗士、士兵、护卫； 女性则会成为权贵们的玩物，亦或是丢给兽人、豺狼人、食人魔、恶魔等进行配种，然后生下大量拥有特殊天赋的混血儿，再把他们培养成合格的刺客、间谍、法师、术士、战士。

作为费伦大陆邪恶阵营的典型，散提尔堡的奴隶产业早已经发展的非常成熟。

可能在规模上还无法与红袍法师统治的塞尔相媲美，但在其他方面绝对有过之而无不及。

“很简单。你只需要在散提尔堡需要帮助的时候提供一定数量的军队就好。请放心，我们不会强迫你去进攻那些过于强大的敌人，你完全可以自己选择目标和进攻方向。”

在说这番话的时候，坎德·米利那眼睛里闪过一抹不易被察觉到的阴险与狡诈。

因为按照散提尔堡和散塔林会的优良传统，一旦结盟就意味着会不可避免受到方方面面的渗透。

用不了多久，他们就可以通过这种方式将对方一口吞下。

尤其是作为“顾问”和“参谋”被派出去的法师和牧师，往往会使用法术进行魅惑控制。

比如说某个部落的酋长突然发疯一样的爱上了散塔林会派来的女法师，又或是某个城镇的女议员被年轻英俊的男人勾走了魂，基本都是类似的情况。

“可以，我同意你的条件，从现在开始我们就是盟友了。”

萨尔主动站起身伸出了自己的右手。

“预祝我们合作愉快！”

坎德·米利那赶忙也伸出右手与对方紧紧握在一起，脸上挤出虚伪的笑容。

很显然，他还没有意识到自己在跟什么样的人打交道，以及放任这支兽人部落在戎马草原站稳脚跟将会掀起怎么样的风暴。

但对于萨尔来说，跟散提尔堡达成同盟意味着无需再担心来自外部的威胁，可以放心大胆的同时向东西两个方向发展。

少则几个月、多则一两年，麾下的的兽人数量就会迅速吞并小部落扩充到十几万乃至更多。

有了这些人口，建立一个带有强烈守序倾向的兽人王国自然也就是水到渠成的事情。

正当萨尔在伊林兀尔站稳脚跟的同时，科米尔王国的北方重镇提凡顿此刻已经完全戒严进入战备状态。

就在几天前，阴魂城的军队已经穿过埃诺奥克沙漠和岩地，抵达了城市西边风暴之角山脉与漠口山脉中间的缺口。

尽管只是一些由贝戴蛮族组成的游牧骑兵，根本没有什么攻城能力，但只要不是傻瓜都能意识到这是阴魂城要发动战争的前兆。

毕竟整个埃诺奥克沙漠唯一适合人类生存的地方就是阴魂城创造出来的幽影海周边区域。

而从那里出发前往提凡顿需要横穿半个沙漠，沿途几乎得不到任何补给，只能靠传送或畜力进行运输。

如果不是要发动战争，没谁会吃饱了撑的冒着白天的酷热与夜晚的寒冷进行如此长距离的移动。

“哼！泰拉曼特和他那些儿子们终于忍不住要动手了呢。”

黑暗王子格雷亚站在提凡顿中央尖塔的最顶层，居高临下俯视着那些正在安营扎寨的贝戴蛮族游牧骑兵，黑色的瞳孔中充满了蔑视。

站在一旁的大奥术师“不死者”奥沃嗤笑着讽刺道：“这不是预料之中的事情吗？

他可是已经明目张胆的打出了复兴耐瑟瑞尔的旗号。

如果在这种时候退缩的话恐怕就会变成一个笑话。

真不知道这家伙怎么有脸站出来代表耐瑟瑞尔的。

要知道我们这些老家伙可还没死绝呢。

而且在耐瑟瑞尔时代，研究阴影位面是最不入流、最被人瞧不起的学派。”

黑暗王子明显对这种耐瑟瑞尔的正统之争没什么兴趣，不置可否的撇了撇嘴：“无所谓。反正我的剑早就已经饥渴难耐，正好可以趁机多收割几个传奇法师的灵魂。而且泰拉曼特的儿子那么多，我倒要看看他在亲眼目睹自己所有的儿子都死光后会做出怎样的反应。”

“当着他的面杀光他的儿子？这似乎是一个不错的主意。”

奥沃语气中带着明显的幸灾乐祸。

他已经迫不及待想要看到泰拉曼特痛苦、悲伤、愤怒和气急败坏的模样了。

没办法，谁让阴魂城在耐瑟瑞尔大奥术师的眼中就是这么不受待见呢。

别说是与之结盟了，就连搭理都懒得搭理。

更甚者像奥沃、拉洛克这种的是怎么瞅对方怎么不顺眼，纷纷直接亲自下场给这些丢人玩意一点印象深刻的教训，让阴魂城明白他们代表不了耐瑟瑞尔，更没有资格使用这个名号。

“您的浮空城做好战斗准备了吗？”

格雷亚头也不回的问了一句。

“当然！我的浮空城就隐藏在附近，只要阴魂城敢赶过来立马就会品尝到我为他们准备的大礼包。”

奥沃立马给出肯定的答复。

After a period of development, the floating city he controlled was no longer the poor and barren it was at the beginning, but had been completely transformed into a huge floating academy and magic fortress.

There are more than 2,000 formal mages alone, and the number of apprentices has reached an astonishing 6,000.

In addition, there are construct armies, undead armies, alien creatures and elements summoned by magic, and so on.

Even Ovo himself, like other liches of the Arcane Mystic Council, was further strengthened by the baptism of the water of the Sunwell.

Although it may not be possible to suppress all the spellcasters in the entire Ghost City by one person like Larok did, it is not too difficult to achieve this goal with the help of the floating city.

The Dark Prince nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I look forward to your wonderful performance next time. If there is nothing else, please go back first. I still have some preparations to do."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Feeling the dark power permeating the surrounding environment, Ovo couldn't help but sigh slightly: "As expected of the offspring of Soth, he has become so powerful not long after birth. I wonder how powerful he will be in ten or even dozens of years. Moreover, the West Coast Empire is now becoming more and more like the Netheril in my mind."

"Ancestor, I found traces of Telramant and his sons."

A female figure dressed in gorgeous long running clothes suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

She was none other than the eldest grandson and niece of the Ovo family, and also his most promising descendant - Morisa.

"Oh? Where are they?"

Ovo's eyes lit up slightly, and his right index finger twitched slightly.

As the closest person to him, Morisa certainly couldn't have been unaware that this was a sign that the ancestors were eager to take action, so she immediately replied, "They are near the third river in the Desert Mouth Mountains. But I didn't see any trace of the Ghost City. I don't know whether they didn't drive the floating city over or hid it."

"Without the floating city? How could a coward like Telramant take such a risky move?"

Ovo's tone was full of contempt for the Supreme City Lord.

But it’s not all about personal emotions.

For by the end of the Age of Netheril, Telamante was renowned for his caution and timidity.

The fact that he later hid in the shadow plane for thousands of years fully proved this point.

"I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what happened. But what is certain is that they have gathered a considerable force, and it seems that they really intend to launch an attack."

Morisa showed a helpless expression.

It's not that she didn't try hard, but the number of enemies was too large, and there were several legendary wizards. If she got any closer, she would be discovered.

"That is to say, Telramante must have prepared some kind of trump card, and he believes that this trump card can help him win the war."

Owo had undoubtedly seen through this young man long ago and guessed it almost exactly at once.

Morissa frowned and questioned, "Trump card? What kind of trump card makes him think he can defeat a powerful quasi-god? And the heir of Lord Soth? Moreover, even if he wins, what will happen? Does he dare to kill the Prince of Darkness to avenge his son?

If the City of Ghosts really did this, it would mean that they would face the most terrible doomsday judgment."

Because of her dealings with Zuo Si, Morisa thought she knew the character of this emperor of the West Coast Empire and lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell very well.

She simply couldn't imagine what crazy action Zuo Si would take if Graya really died at the hands of Telamante.

But Ovo scoffed at this, sneering and asserting: “Talamante certainly doesn’t have the courage to kill the Prince of Darkness.

Not only did he not dare, even the most ancient dark goddess behind him did not dare.

After all, the bloody lessons of Xirik and Baal are still there.

If I'm not mistaken, the City of Ghosts should want to capture Graya and then negotiate with Soth to obtain conditions that are favorable to itself.

As for what trump card Telamante has that makes him dare to initiate the attack, I think it is nothing more than summoning a certain wild god or reaching an agreement with the demon lord in the abyss.

You have to understand that Soth has been causing a lot of trouble to the Abyss recently, and many lords who have suffered huge losses because of this hate him to the core."

"So what you mean is..."

Morissa raised her head and stared into Ovo's eyes, waiting for the ancestor to give orders.

"Go in person and deliver this message to the Mage Tower in Athkatra. It would be best if you could meet Soth himself, but even if you can't, just tell his subordinates."