The deposit is also called "life money" among adventurers and mercenaries in the continent of Faerun.
Normally, the potential danger of a commission or task can be judged by the amount of deposit paid by the employer.
Because generally speaking, in order to prevent the hired person from running away with the money, the deposit is often only enough to replenish some weapons and armor, purchase a small amount of magic potions and tools, as well as food, accommodation, supplies, etc. along the way.
Only when the task is completed can you get the real reward.
But there are some exceptions, that is, the employer knows that the task he entrusts is very dangerous and needs to pay a high price to attract truly capable people.
Therefore, a deposit of a dozen or even dozens of gold coins means that you don’t need to worry too much about your life. At most, you just need to be careful when encountering a battle.
But if the deposit amount reaches hundreds of gold coins, it most likely means that there is some conspiracy behind it, which may be related to some local thieves guild, gangs, or powerful families. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out in the mutual oppression of several forces.
As for such a huge sum of money as 5,000 gold coins in one breath, it will only happen when the enemy is a lich or a dragon.
In fact, not long ago, when Dumbledore and Grindelwald killed an adult green dragon, the client only paid a deposit of 3,000 gold coins.
So when the bag of five thousand gold coins was thrown onto the bar, the entire tavern instantly became quiet.
Some people were staring at the heavy leather bag that was emitting golden light with greedy, hot and longing eyes, while others were constantly looking between Codlin and the two old men, trying to confirm the identities of both parties.
After all, anyone who can come up with a deposit of 5,000 gold coins in one go is definitely not an ordinary person, and the same goes for those he values.
Especially Grindelwald's extremely proud and conceited temperament from head to toe, as well as his rebellious eyes, are exactly the same as other professions' stereotypes of powerful wizards.
Sudden!
Someone near the entrance of the tavern shouted, "Oh my God! I recognize these two people! They are the dragon slayer who killed the green dragon, Evan Kaboth, in Yulin Town in the Moon Sea not long ago!"
"What? Dragon slayers! No wonder someone is willing to hire them for a deposit of 5,000 gold coins."
"Gods be upon you! If someone gave me five thousand gold coins, I would take the money and run away without a second thought, find a remote village or town to settle down and live out the rest of my life in comfort."
"Hahaha! Me too. This money is enough to buy a piece of land and marry a beautiful and capable village woman."
"Look at how little you have achieved. I'm a dragon slayer. I've made a fortune just by raiding the green dragon's lair. How could I do such a shameful thing for just 5,000 gold coins?"
"That's right. Didn't you hear that man call them the great wizards from Athkatla? That's the capital of the West Coast Empire, a real magic city and a capital of gold coins. I heard that even the civilians living there can earn more than a dozen gold coins every month. Maybe they don't come out to take risks for money."
"You are right. I have been to Athkatla, and it is incredibly rich. But the common people in the city are not ordinary people, or it is impossible for ordinary people to endure such terrible and fierce competition."
"I totally agree. Only smart people or even geniuses have a chance to gain a foothold and survive in the capital of the West Coast Empire. Otherwise, it won't be long before they are crushed by the high cost of living. It is said that the current proportion of permanent residents who can perform zero-ring tricks has reached an astonishing 34%, with one in every three people being a spellcaster."
"You...are you kidding me? More than one-third of a population of two to three million can cast spells? This is too much!"
"No, it's not an exaggeration, it's the truth. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it for yourself. Anyway, Mith Dranor has opened a direct airship, and it doesn't cost much to buy a ticket."
"If he really is a great wizard who owns a wizard tower, his assets would usually start at millions of gold coins."
"Damn! These mages are so rich!"
…
While the guests in the tavern were discussing this, Dumbledore reached into his leather pocket and took out a gold coin with the profile of the goddess of wealth, Woking, printed on it. He calmly asked, "Who do you represent? Lady Silence of the Kingdom of Cormanthor? Or Evermeet, the Harpers, or some other force?"
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you too much about this.
You know, with the defeat of Ghost City and the fact that the Anauroch Desert was suddenly replaced by dense jungles and grasslands overnight, the situation around the Moon Sea has become extremely tense.
Add to that the sudden rise of the orc tribe in the Rongma grassland, and you never know when a war will break out.
In addition, the Zhentarim's spies everywhere are also a huge threat.
Maybe there are one or two of them among the guests in this tavern right now."
While speaking, Codlin looked around in a very covert manner, as if looking for a potential spy.
But his attitude did not let the cunning and knowledgeable Dumbledore relax his vigilance.
Because of his long adventures in the continent of Faerun, he has witnessed various conspiracies and tricks, including honey traps.
Sometimes some powerful creatures who are bored, such as dragons, vampire lords, liches, etc., will even hire adventurers and mercenaries to kill them.
Then, you can play with your opponent through mazes, traps, and your monsters, and enjoy the feeling of manipulating and controlling the fate of others.
So in Dumbledore's eyes, employers of unknown origin are sometimes more dangerous than enemies.
Out of caution, he subconsciously exchanged glances with his old lover next to him.
Grindelwald then took over the conversation and responded directly: "No problem, we accept this commission. But how can I contact you after it is completed?"
"Don't worry, I will contact you. One last reminder, you'd better be careful. Because this group of orcs is very different from the traditional ones who only know how to burn, kill and loot. Especially their chieftain, Thrall."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Codlin stood up and walked out of the tavern. During the whole process, he didn't even look at the big bag of gold coins on the bar.
Even the other guests were shocked by the attitude of treating money as dirt.
After all, it was not fifty gold coins, nor five hundred gold coins, but a full five thousand gold coins.
Many poorer nobles did not know whether the net profit of their territories could reach this figure in a year.
But now, some people actually throw it to others casually like five copper coins.
"Humph! This guy must be hiding something."
Grindelwald picked up a handful of golden coins, weighed them, and then put them back.
“Isn’t this the adventure we were looking for?
You know, I have never been to the Far North.
We took this opportunity to go to Rongma Grassland and head north, through the Galena Mountains into Vaasa, to admire the most spectacular glacier in the world.
Then you can continue eastward to experience Cyre, which is ruled by the Red Robe Wizard, and the birthplace of another magical civilization, the Imaskar Empire."
When saying this, Dumbledore's tone was full of excitement and anticipation.
You know, for old people with a lot of experience, the most terrifying thing is not the continuous aging of the body, but being too familiar with everything around them and no longer having the curiosity, freshness and desire to explore that they had when they were young.
Gradually, they will begin to lose interest in the whole world, and even live numbly every day without a strong desire to survive.
To some extent, Dumbledore used to be such a person.
But now, he just wanted to travel through this world full of unknowns for him, to appreciate the scenery and customs along the way, to unearth the remains of lost ancient civilizations, and to learn completely different systems of magic theory knowledge and interesting spells.
"In that case, let's enjoy this journey."
Grindelwald saw through his old lover's thoughts at a glance, stood up and dragged the drunk Van Swick to the guest room on the second floor.
Dumbledore took out a magic map in a very covert manner and tried to track Codlin's location.
But unfortunately, the other party had apparently cast a spell on himself that blocked the detection of prophetic magic, so no useful information could be found.
In fact, during the conversation just now, he had been using some tricks to explore the other party's memory and thoughts, but they were all intercepted without exception.
It is not known whether he is wearing the corresponding magic items, or he has resistance to this or has performed magic stabilization.
But even so, this temptation also indirectly illustrates a problem, that is, Codlin is consciously taking precautions.
This is obviously not something a "normal" employer would do.
Either he is deliberately hiding something from outsiders, or this commission itself is a trap.
But the more dangerous it was, the more exciting and interesting Dumbledore found it, and he had no intention of backing down at all.
On the other side, in a tree house far to the north of Mith Drano, which had just regained some vitality, Codrin was kneeling on one knee to report to a man who was completely hidden in darkness: "I have hired the three-person team as you requested. However, they are very cautious and it may be difficult for them to act as planned."
“It doesn’t matter.
As long as they are willing to accept the commission, my plan will be half successful.
As for the rest, just improvise.
You have to understand that the orc tribe in Rongma Grassland has begun to get a little out of control.
Not long ago, the chieftain who called himself Thrall killed a capable subordinate whom I sent to monitor.
Do you know what this means?"
The man hiding in the darkness asked bluntly.
"Meaning that he is trying to break free from your control and infiltrate you?"
Codlin raised his head and asked back in an uncertain tone.
"No! Idiot! This means that the other party thinks that he is already strong enough and there is no need to pretend to be nice to me anymore.
That orc chieftain had no real intention of cooperating with us from the beginning.
It is simply taking advantage of the time we have freed up from the confrontation with the Ghost City to grow and expand.
He clearly had his own goals and was convinced that he could win even if he went to war.
The most important thing is that this guy is completely different from other orc chiefs.
He was not keen on plundering and conquering, nor had the slightest interest in fame. Instead, he cleared out all the priests and believers of the orc gods from within.
You should know that this kind of strange situation is the first time that it has happened in the continent of Faerun.
Also, do you know what kind of people are the most terrifying in this world?
Not those ambitious guys who desire knowledge, wealth, power, women and strength, but idealists who have broken away from vulgarity and begun to pursue spiritual and even soul satisfaction.
The gods are completely detached from reality, pursuing their ideals to the extreme and achieving self-sublimation. "
When the man said this, his tone was clearly full of vigilance and fear.
Because in his eyes, all of Thrall's actions were clearly aimed at one thing, which was to establish a country that was free from the control of the orc gods.
Then, using this country as the foundation, I will complete the transformation from a mortal to a god."
"Wh…what? Conferring the Gods!
Is he crazy?
Given the powerful strength of the Orc pantheon, even if one managed to ignite the spark of divinity and become a demigod, it would probably be difficult to escape the hunt from the Orc gods.
They will never stand by and watch the foundations of their faith being torn apart.”
Codlin's tone was filled with uncontrollable shock and disbelief.
Anyone with a little knowledge of theology and religion knows that the orc god Gruumsh is a petty and vengeful god.
Not to mention things like tearing apart the foundation of faith, priesthood and absolute control over the orc race, which involve the core interests of the gods, they still hold a grudge against the fact that they blinded one eye in a fight with the elven god Corellon, and often send their armies of believers to invade the elven kingdom.
The two main battlefields of the Orc pantheon are the battle between them and the goblin gods in Shura Field, and the other is the elven kingdom of Arvandor.
So Codrin simply couldn't imagine how crazy and furious Gruumsh would become if an orc really became a god in this way.
By then, a war between gods that will destroy everything will 100% break out.
"That's why I have to find out his true intentions and prepare in advance, instead of listening to some idiots' advice and going to war directly."
The man suddenly raised his gloved right hand and slammed it on the table.
The latter instantly shattered into pieces under the violent impact and turned into a pile of broken wood.
Ke Delin was obviously startled by this action, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to ask, "But I still don't quite understand why we have to look for those two people? Is there something special about their identities?"
"Because they all have a very close relationship with Thors, and Thors is a mortal enemy of the orc gods. Since the situation is completely beyond our control, we might as well drag him into it."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the man who had always been hiding in the shadows finally stood up and walked out. He was none other than the famous "Moon Sea" tyrant and the chosen one of the god of tyranny, Bane - Fuzol Chamberlain.
I'm afraid the outside world would never imagine that he dared to sneak into the capital of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor so quietly.
You should know that the ruler here is now Silinxi, who is known as the most powerful mortal wizard. Combined with the silver fire bestowed upon the chosen by the goddess of magic, he is basically unrivaled in this level.
She was perfectly capable of killing Fuzzol Chamberlain if she wanted to.
What's more, in addition to Sirinsi, Elminster, Storm Silverhand and many high-level elven wizards from Evermeet have also gathered in Myth Drannor to help repair the huge magical maze and restore its former prosperity and wealth.
However, compared with these old rivals who are already familiar with each other, Fuzol Chamberlain is obviously more wary of Sal, a potential enemy about whom he knows almost nothing.
"Got it! Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them."
Codlin bowed his head deeply and made a solemn promise.
"Very good. Be careful not to act rashly, and don't try to interfere with their schedule unnecessarily."
After saying that, Fuzor Chamberlain activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, Codrin used transformation magic to change his face into another one. Then, without saying a word, he wiped out all traces of the surroundings and left quickly, disappearing in the complex streets of Myth Dranor.
Facts have proved that this decision is extremely correct.
Because less than a minute after the Moon Sea Tyrant's right-hand man left, two elven wizards appeared out of thin air through teleportation.
Without asking, we know that they must have sensed the magical teleportation with the help of the power of the maze, so they came here specially to take a look.
But in the end, basically no useful information was found except an empty, dilapidated house.
Early the next morning, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Van Swick set out on their journey to Rongma Grassland.
Although the Trade Alliance has signed agreements with all major cities around the Moonsea, including Zhentil Keep, and has regular airship flights that can carry passengers and cargo quickly through large forests, grasslands, mountains, wilderness and other barren areas, they still choose the most traditional way of travel, which is riding and walking.
Although Sirinsi has begun to think of ways to use magic and the power of puzzles to open up a road running from north to south, connecting the city with the valley and the Moon Sea to quickly absorb more population, she has been opposed by many of her compatriots.
Because they believed that one of the biggest reasons for the previous collapse of the Kingdom of Cormanthor was that it absorbed too many selfish humans, which inevitably affected the noble elves and eventually led to their complete destruction in constant internal friction.
In particular, an elven organization called "Blade of Victory" seems to have some inexplicable hostility and hatred towards humans. It vigorously promotes elven supremacy and advocates that the Kingdom of Cormanthor should remain "pure" instead of mixing with those dirty and inferior creatures.
The most extreme family even proposed to sever the alliance with the West Coast Empire and launch a purge to wipe out all human settlements in the entire Cormanso region.
Of course, such a crazy and self-destructive proposal would naturally not be approved by Sirinhi.
But at the same time, she could do nothing about these ancient elven families that had existed since the founding of Myth Drannor.
After all, the idea of "elves' supremacy" has existed for a long time. Even when it became the overlord of the continent of Faerun ten thousand years ago, it was still a widely recognized mainstream.
It was only with the rise of the human race and their own decline caused by the Crown War that many elves born later were unable to establish an absolute sense of superiority psychologically, and thus this trend of thought subsided significantly.
However, the "Blade of Victory" obviously does not simply believe in elves, but believes that humans are nothing more than dirty beasts, worse than the monsters roaming in the wild. They do not know how to live in harmony with nature and are always destroying and destroying everything.
When Myth Dranor decided to open up to other races, these families expressed strong opposition and even went so far as to provoke social and political confrontation and conflict.
Later, it even developed to the point of reducing the human population by ruthlessly slaughtering villages and towns.
The only thing to be thankful for is that these guys are not numerous, at least they cannot become the main political force in the current Kingdom of Cormanthor, let alone get the support of Evermeet Island.
The reason is simple! As a unique existence in the entire Faerun continent, the West Coast Empire, which was built mainly by humans, stands next to it.
In addition, the two vassal states of Cormyr and Sembia geographically sandwich Cormanthor.
在这种情况下要是任由“胜利之刃”瞎搞，用不了多久迷斯·卓诺就会再一次卷入战火并化为一片灰烬。
要知道强大的迷锁或许可以挡住那些普通的敌人，但绝对不可能挡得住拥有众多施法者、传奇巫妖和巨龙的西海岸帝国。
更不用提左思这个旅法师兼魔鬼亲王还能从包括巴托地狱在内的其他位面、时空中抽调力量。
所以在丝琳希看来，“胜利之刃”这个组织的成员有一个算一个都是脑子有病，理智早已被傲慢、偏见跟仇恨吞没，根本搞不清楚情况。
可问题是不管出于团结还是预防对方走极端，她都不能简单粗暴的把人赶走了事。
“该死！早知道当女王每天要面对这么多的糟心事，我当初就不应该答应下来。”
盯着满满一桌子需要处理的事情，丝琳希终于忍不住崩溃的大声抱怨。
要知道她原本就不是那种能静下心来处理复杂纷乱政务的人，否则当年也不会宁可独自一人出走。
“冷静点，亲爱的老师。
你现在要处理的事情已经被其他人分担了大半。
而且我完全不觉得每天仅抽出四个小时来治理国家是什么辛苦的工作。
给，这里是你之前要的胜利之刃组织详细情况。”
刚从门外走进来的伊尔明斯特随手将一张写满精灵语的羊皮纸仍在桌子上，语气和眼神中都透露出一丝幸灾乐祸。
毕竟能看到“无敌的丝琳希”露出这幅焦头烂额的样子实在是太罕见了。
“哦？这么快就搞定了？”
丝琳希猛地坐直了拿起羊皮纸仔细阅读，很快眉头就皱到了一起。
伊尔明斯特则点燃了自己心爱的烟斗，一边吞云吐雾一边回应道：“胜利之刃是一个很松散且并不算隐秘的组织。因为他们的目标是让所有精灵都认同自己的理念，最终实现将人类驱逐出精灵的土地或彻底赶尽杀绝，因此想要做到像某些隐秘组织那样完全保密是不可能的。而且他们也没有这样的打算。”
“所以胜利之刃最初是由五个精灵家族发起并建立的？他们从迷斯·卓诺建立后向人类开放起就一直在煽动对立和冲突？后来的政治混乱和权力倾轧也都是是由此开始的？”
在说道这件事情的时候，丝琳希的眼睛里闪烁着愤怒的火光，甚至其中一只手都攥成了拳头。
伊尔明斯特则苦笑着点了点头：“基本上都对。
不过他们真正走向极端开始亲自下场，还是在DR七百一十一至七百一十四年导致迷斯·卓诺毁灭的哭泣之战。
在此之前，胜利之刃仅仅只是观察、记录所谓人类犯下的罪行，然后在道德层面予以强烈的批判、谴责。
换句话说就是动口不动手。
但这场可怕的战争令其产生了强烈的危机感，认为自己要为精灵种族的生存而战，随后分散成各个小团体制定屠杀人类定居点的计划。
到DR七五七年的时候，他们宣布了自己的第一次胜利，也就是把整整一个小镇上千人不分男女老幼全部杀光，最后还放了一把火将其付之一炬。
后来因为精灵大撤退的关系，他们的势力范围开始在整个科曼索、至高森林、月之森、阿笛普森林等地区扩散，每隔一段时间都会杀死数以千计的人类平民。
最惨烈的一次甚至通过与极端德鲁伊教派联手，发动森林里的猛兽冲进城市里咬死了上万人。
所以我建议您处理这件事情的时候最好格外小心。
不然的话一旦失去控制后果将会是灾难性的。
说实话，我私下里认为他们其实已经跟那些被蜘蛛女神罗丝控制的黑暗精灵没有什么区别了。
都是一样的极端、种族主义且充满憎恨。”
看完关于这个组织的详细资料，丝琳希立马扶着额头抱怨道：“魔法女神在上！ 可饶了我吧！ 光是一个蠢蠢欲动的散塔林会就已经让我觉得头疼不已了。
再加上一刻胜利之刃，这日子简直没法过了。
知道吗？ 我眼下比任何时候都更钦佩和羡慕索斯。
因为他从一开始就看透了政治的本质，从根源上将最高权力纳入掌控，然后在整个国家层面贯彻自己的意志。
任何试图与之对抗的人或势力都会被毫不留情的碾碎。
西海岸帝国之所以能够迅猛发展创造出空前的繁荣，贵族与官僚系统几乎没有催生出太多的腐败，全部都要归功于这种史无前例的集权。
而且他从来不需要去亲自处理复杂繁琐的政务，哪怕长期不在整个国家机器也依旧可以自行运转，没有谁敢轻易造次。
也许那些吹捧集权和独裁统治的学者们是对的。
与其让一群愚昧、愚蠢、无知、短视的家伙参与到政治中引发巨大的混乱和内耗，倒不如将权力集中到一个有能力且凌驾于一切之上的君主手中。
索斯和他建立的西海岸帝国能取得巨大成功就是最好的例子。”
“怎么，您现在也成为他的信徒了吗？还是说您不了解想要实现这一切需要付出怎样的代价？”
伊尔明斯特露出似笑非笑的表情，显然并没有把老师的话放在心上。
因为他知道，丝琳希仅仅只是羡慕而已，并不会付诸实际行动。
原因很简单。
左思那样的绝对独裁不是谁都能玩得转的。
不仅需要强大的力量，而且还得有一个冷酷理性的大脑，在做决定的时候像机器一样舍弃不必要的情感。
即便是身边最近亲的人，一旦成为阻碍西海岸帝国发展的绊脚石也会被毫不留情的踢开，无论之前立下过多么巨大的功劳。
在这种环境下，别说是下边的底层官僚和小贵族，就是那些手握大权的重臣们都必须打气十二万分的精神，稍有懈怠便可能会被身后的竞争者取代、超越。
想要玩垄断和世袭那一套？ 不好意思，先去问问那些开始接受精英教育、掌握魔法力量且对帝国皇帝充满崇拜的年轻人答不答应。
事实上西海岸帝国的社会在经济上被分成了两个圈子，而政治上则分成了五个大团体。
前者主要是分为城市和乡村。
其中城市是精英阶层和聪明人扎堆的地方，所有人都在为了出人头地而拼尽全力的内卷，只有失败者才会黯然的选择离开。
乡村则是截然不同的另外一幅景象，完全没有什么太大的压力。
不愿意活得太累的人们聚集于此，享受着不算富有但绝对能维持温饱的悠闲生活。
如果有年轻人想要进入城市去谋求发展和阶级跃升，完全可以跟父母要上一笔钱去尝试下，哪怕失败了也能回来接着结婚生子继续务农。
所以整体上并不存在什么过于尖锐的矛盾。
毕竟城市的高速发展会带来对食物和各种原材料需求的激增，各种农产品也能卖出不错的价格。
相比之下，五大政治团体则具有相当明显的阶级属性。
包括数量最多的平民阶层、掌握巨大权力的官僚和贵族阶层、影响力与日俱增的商人阶层、代表神权的教会阶层、以及法师和学者阶层。
每一个阶层都在帝国这个庞大体系内扮演着左思安排好的角色。
一旦有哪一方越界就会立马招来毫不留情的打击。
到目前为止，最顶尖的大商人家族已经被整治的老老实实，甚至主动缩减自己的产业规模以换取不被拆分。
官僚和贵族阶层同样也遭到了不止一次的警告、敲打，而执行着正是法师和学者阶层，确切的说是奥法秘术会的巫妖们在左思授意下发动的。
数量最多的平民阶层，大部分都是皇帝本人的忠实追随者和拥护者，只希望这种稳定和繁荣可以一直延续下去。
至于教会，由于诸神之间的相互争斗和对立，他们的牧师基本都在忙着宣扬教义、争夺在凡人之中的影响力。
而且绝大部分有敌意的神明，早就在之前几轮清洗中被赶出去了。
所以在伊尔明斯特的理解中，左思对西海岸帝国的绝对独裁统治是建立在其自身特殊性上，属于根本没办法复制的类型。
现如今的高速发展和繁荣也有很大一部分源自于对外部输入的依赖。
如果没有那些与其他位面的贸易往来，还有左思本人通过旅法师力量从其他时空运送过来的粮食、资源、知识和技术，光是统治如此广袤的领土都是个无法承受的巨大负担。
Especially those giant aerial vehicles - airships, whose secrets had long been cracked by the Red Robes of Sel and Halrua, the country of mages, and they even spared no expense to build several of them for military use.
But it is simply a dream to want to mass-produce it industrially and put it into civilian use to bring down the price.
Silinxi obviously knew this, and sighed helplessly: "Alas - if I want to do what Soth did in Cormanthor, I guess Evermeet will be the first to strongly oppose it, and those elven tribes that responded to the call will choose to flee. Maybe I should take some time to visit Soth and ask him how to solve the troubles brought by the Blade of Victory without starting a war."
"Not only the Blade of Victory, but also the situation in the Moon Sea in the north should be paid more attention to. Especially the frequent small actions of Fuzor Qian Borui recently, and the orc tribe that suddenly rose up on the Rongma grassland."
Elminster reminded his teacher with a serious expression.
"Speaking of the Rongma Grassland, I heard from merchants who have been there that the chieftain who calls himself Thrall seems to be very different from ordinary orcs. Not only does he never rob caravans and towns, but he is also willing to provide them with protection. He even expanded a small town that was originally near the Galena Mountains into a city."
While saying this, Silinxi quickly rummaged through the desk and soon found a piece of information from half a month ago and threw it to her apprentice.
Elminster took it and glanced at it, then responded, "I have heard about this before.
According to the report of the Harper Alliance, this orc seemed to have deliberately cleared all the beliefs of the orc gods in his tribe, and then led them to pursue a shamanistic way related to nature, elements and souls.
If nothing unexpected happens, he should want to get rid of chaos and establish a stable and orderly country, rather than just being satisfied with being a chief.
I have to say, this is really interesting.
Because before this, no orc on the continent of Faerun had ever dared to make such a heinous attempt.
And I am very sure that the alliance between Thrall and Zhentil Keep was just to buy himself more time for development.
With the fall of Shade City, Fuzzol Chamberlain should now be troubled by how to deal with this apparent ally."
You know, once the orc tribe controls the vast land from the Rongma Grassland to the Galena Mountains, it will immediately pose a huge threat to the Moon Sea and its surroundings."
"So you think these orcs should be our potential allies to contain Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim?"
There was a strong sense of uncertainty in Sirinhi's tone.
There was no way. As an elf, it was really hard for her to have a good impression of orcs.
"I think we can try to contact him and confirm what kind of person Chief Thrall is. If he can really lead the orcs from barbarism to civilization, it will definitely have a very far-reaching impact, and may even evolve into a completely different branch."
When saying this, Elminster deliberately used many more implicit and vague words.
But how could Silinxi not hear the hint? She suddenly widened her eyes and asked, "Do you think this could be a conspiracy of Soth? After all, if the foundation of the faith of the orc gods is really torn apart and new orc gods are created, he can take the opportunity to tear the wound and weaken his enemies."
"Oh - damn! If this inference is true, then what he wants to do is to provoke a war between gods."
Elminster's face changed drastically.
As a chosen one of the Goddess of Magic who had personally battled several great evil saints during the turbulent years, he knew only too well how horrifically destructive the gods could be when they went all out.
If the Rongma grasslands in the north become the battlefield of the war of gods, then the entire Moon Sea area, Cormanso, and even the valley further south will not be able to stay out of it.
"You should have time now, right? Go to Rongma Grassland and take a look yourself."
Silinxi unceremoniously ordered her good disciple to do something.
Elminster rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What about you? Are you going to sit here and rot and stink?"
"Hahahaha! No, of course not. For something so important, I have to go find Soth to confirm."
Sirinxi stood up and left her desk with a laugh, walked barefoot on the floor to the balcony without any image, and admired the Mys Dranno that was regaining vitality under her management, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
Although the population here is still quite sparse, as long as the news of the restoration of the Kingdom of Cormanthor continues to spread, the elven tribes from other parts of the continent of Faerun will soon migrate here to restore the glory of the former royal court.
"Okay, then I'll go there myself."
It was obvious that Elminster had no way to deal with his teacher. He could only consider himself unlucky, knock the ash into the trash can, put on his hat, and left the palace.
I have to say, this master and disciple pair looks a bit like something from a second-dimensional alien world.
The most obvious example is that Sirinsi, the teacher, has lived for thousands of years, but she still looks like a beautiful, charming and energetic elf girl. However, Elminster, the disciple, has white hair and gives people a feeling of being extremely old both physically and mentally.
As the great sage of Shadow Valley also embarks on the journey, Rongma Grassland will soon become the focus of attention from all parties in the entire continent of Faerun.
Likewise, Zuo Si's previous plan to dismember and weaken the orc pantheon will also enter the next stage...