Zuo Si stared at the huge star map projection arranged in a grid with the Cave Tree as the center, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Unlike Yawgmoth, the creator and ruler of Old Phyrexia.
From the beginning to the end, he never had a strong tendency to expand or unify all worlds, and he didn't think it was a good thing for the entire multiverse to be filled with sparkling oil.
Similarly, he does not think he has any responsibility, obligation or some inexplicable sense of mission to force others to accept his ideas, and he is even self-moved to think that he is sowing the so-called "seeds of civilization."
Therefore, ever since Zuo Si tampered with the control of Shuoyou, he directly and artificially castrated its most powerful and most feared ability of active infection and completion.
Instead, it was spread to thousands of worlds as a convenient tool that could be used by any race or civilization.
Unless he himself or a demon judge like Jinjitaxia activates it again, those worlds that come into contact with the sparkling oil for the first time will only feel extremely happy, thinking that they are favored by fate and gods, and have no idea what kind of terrible destructive power these viscous liquids between matter and energy can unleash.
It is also because of this that the sparkling oil is constantly spreading throughout the multiverse at every moment.
Unless he was someone specifically responsible for tracking statistics, even Zuo Si himself was not quite sure how large the sphere of influence he controlled was.
Jinji Tasha raised his sickle-like sharp finger and gently stroked it on the projected star map.
moment!
The light spots that were originally randomly connected by the branches of the trees in the cave began to be classified and arranged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All those that emit the brightest and most dazzling light are placed at the top, while those that are dim or simply not shining are placed at the bottom.
Because there are so many of them, at first glance they look as densely packed as pebbles near the shore of the sea.
Some look very large, while others are as small as grains of sand.
After all this was done, the Blue Devil Judge introduced in a slightly proud tone: "According to the statistical results as of 11:25:37 this morning, we have probably explored more than 5463 trillion time and space.
One sixth of them are huge single universes, and the rest are relatively small concepts similar to the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located.
As for those who are completely penetrated and controlled by the oil, no more than one in ten thousand.
I have to say that the speed at which Shuo Oil can spread is all thanks to the brilliant strategy you formulated.
By temporarily castrating its active infection and transformation capabilities, countless races mistakenly believed that the Shuo Oil was just an unknown magical substance that could help them improve their technology and defeat powerful enemies in a short period of time.
Once these idiots began to rely on Shuo Oil to build their civilization, they became crazy about the magical power of Shuo Oil.
At that time, we only need to awaken the ability of active infection to completely devour it and transform it into a part of the great New Phyrexia.
With your supreme wisdom and guidance, we will surely be able to realize the grand vision of unifying all worlds."
When saying this, Jinjitasha's tone and expression were obviously extremely excited and crazy.
Because in his eyes, disguising the oil as a tool that can bring huge benefits to everyone is a stroke of genius.
Compared with Yawgmoth, who forcibly promoted the oil and aroused strong resistance on a large scale, and Elenon, who tried to use religious means to reduce the resistance consciousness of the local indigenous people in the invaded time and space, it is simply countless times more clever.
Under the leadership of such a great and wise overlord, how could New Phyrexia not become increasingly powerful?
Of course, the above is just Jinjitasha’s wishful thinking.
In fact, Zuo Si's head was full of question marks at the moment.
A brilliant strategy? A wise guidance? How the hell did I not know about these things? The reason why I castrated the active infection and transformation abilities of the oil was simply because I saw that the first Overlord of Phyrexia, Yawgmoth, was so angry that he was besieged by the ancient planeswalkers and ended up in a miserable state.
Moreover, many time and space that have been invaded still have strong stress responses.
If the Oil and the New Phyrexia it represents rise again, it will inevitably attract a lot of troublesome enemies.
At that time, Zuo Si didn't want to get into trouble, nor did he want to become a villain beaten up by many planeswalkers, so he made such a choice.
It has nothing to do with any brilliant strategy or wise guidance.
The current situation is a completely unexpected surprise.
You have to know that the original purpose of spreading the spark oil throughout the multiverse was just to collect more knowledge and technology.
However, in line with the principle of not discouraging the enthusiasm of his subordinates, Zuo Si did not give too much explanation, but nodded in a pretentious manner.
"very good.
Please choose a space-time for me that is of suitable size and sufficiently closed.
It would be even better if there were some powerful creatures like gods.
Remember, make sure there are no secrets in this space and time.
I don’t want anything to go wrong when I use it.”
Jinji Taxia quickly bent down and bowed deeply: "Please rest assured, I promise to complete this task personally, and there will be no accidents.
If possible, I would like to observe and follow your offspring.
Because this is the first time we encounter a living being that truly possesses the ability to use abstract concepts.
Of course, it would be better if limited research could be done.”
It was not difficult to tell from the creepy curiosity revealed in those eyes that this guy had obviously fallen into his old habit again.
To be precise, after little Annie was born, Jinjitasha tried to study her.
Because of this, he was twisted into a creaking metal twist on the spot several times, but he just refused to change his bad habits.
Now that another even more powerful, mysterious, and incredible super life form has been discovered, it would be strange if we didn’t have any ideas.
What's more, although these demon judges respected, worshipped and obeyed Zuo Si as the supreme ruler, their attitude towards his descendants was far worse.
After all, New Phyrexia does not rely on bloodline for inheritance like mortals.
Whoever can become the master of Shuo Oil can make all the Demon Judges kneel on the ground and swear allegiance.
Otherwise, the demon judges who had their own ulterior motives during the reign of Elenon were the best example.
A Demon Judge will not obey another Demon Judge just because he is not strong enough.
The reason is that the authority given to them by Shuoyou when creating them is equal.
If the owner of the Shining Oil is compared to the source of New Phyrexia, then the Demon Judges below are equivalent to controlling the important nodes of this huge system.
All these nodes are only responsible to the source and have no subordinate relationship with other nodes.
This means that in the eyes of the Demon Judges, Zuo Si's descendants are merely creatures created by the Master through biotechnology that carry some of his own genes and abilities.
The reason why he obeyed the orders of the Dark Prince Graya was entirely because Zuo Si granted him certain powers.
If he were suddenly killed or disappeared one day, the judges would never support or obey his offspring. Instead, they would fight among themselves until the most powerful judge emerged to temporarily rule New Phyrexia.
"If you're not afraid of being beaten to death by Talona, you can try it yourself."
Zuo Si sneered and gave Jinji Tasha a look that told him to take care of himself.
Want to study the terrifying evil gods or ancient evil offspring that are being bred by a powerful divine power?
What gave you the courage to do this? "Um... I was just suggesting it."
Jinji Tasha obviously realized that he was daydreaming and immediately showed an embarrassed expression.
There was no way. His life had been too smooth in recent years. He basically got whatever he wanted, so much so that he forgot that there were some red lines that could not be crossed.
Fortunately, Zuo Si had no intention of pursuing the matter. After leaving an order to clean up the mess in the Orc Kingdom as soon as possible, he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As Baator Hell is ready to attack, he must temporarily divert his attention there to ensure that the scale and intensity of the war remain within a controllable range.
Only in this way could Asmodeus accomplish his goal of hiding a large army of devils in plain sight.
As for how this civil war will end, that is not a problem that Zuo Si needs to consider.
With the support of the sparkling oil, he would not suffer any losses even if a real fight broke out. On the contrary, the number of troops might increase significantly because of the large number of corpses recovered.
…
At the same time, far to the east of the continent of Faerun, in the territory of Sel ruled by the red-robed wizards, a secret meeting to determine the future direction of the country is being held quietly.
Without exception, all participants are leaders of various factions.
The only person missing was Sazastan, the leader of the Undead faction who had just been elected as the "Chief Ruler".
Anyone who knows something about the traditions of the Red Robe Wizards would realize after seeing this scene that this was a conspiracy on their part to overthrow the new order established by Sazastan.
The reason is very simple, that is, Sazastan's dictatorial tendency seriously violates and challenges the original intention of the Red Robe Wizard when he founded it.
This was clearly demonstrated by the fact that Samas, the new chief of the Department of Change, who he had personally supported, was also present.
Because the slogan that Sel used to fight for independence from the Mulhorand Empire was to overthrow theocracy and dictatorship.
This is why the country of Sel always gives people a very awkward and twisted feeling.
They are clearly practicing a terrible slavery system. The mage class has almost monopolized all power and completely treats civilians as a renewable resource. No matter how you look at it, this should be considered a mage dictatorship.
But the interesting thing is that once you enter the red robe wizard, the situation takes a 180-degree turn.
At least in terms of political status, every red robe wizard who successfully graduates and reaches a certain level is equal.
Of course, high-level wizards may not treat their apprentices as human beings, and use them as experimental subjects or send them to carry out dangerous missions where they may risk their lives.
Likewise, the apprentice can also assassinate the teacher and take his place.
As long as you do it perfectly and secretly enough, even if the truth is later made public, you will only receive praise and admiration from others, and it will become an indispensable highlight on your resume.
In particular, the Chief Council, the highest decision-making body, has existed since the Red Robe Mage Organization raised the banner of independence to resist the Mulhorand Empire, and has long become an insurmountable red line and tradition.
Although Sazastan's original intention of implementing a dictatorship was good, it was to reduce internal friction and establish a truly powerful magic empire to compete with the West Coast Empire, which had become a behemoth.
But unfortunately, no one appreciated his good intentions at all.
The moment he was announced as the "Chief Ruler", all faction leaders, without exception, chose without hesitation to regard this oldest and most powerful lich as the biggest enemy of the entire organization and even the country.
It has to be said that Sazastan’s experience fully demonstrates how difficult it is to carry out subversive reforms of a regime and a country from within.
Those vested interest groups will not, as shown in many film and television works, willingly give up their power and wealth when they see the country in crisis, and then unite all the forces that can be united to overcome the difficulties together.
In most cases, even if they realize that the anger of the grassroots people has been ignited and their regime is no longer stable, they will not give up an ounce of their interests. Instead, they are likely to collude with foreign enemies to sign traitorous treaties and use external forces to suppress domestic resistance.
After all, choosing the latter means at most bowing down and serving the other party as a dog, but if the grassroots people succeed in overthrowing the existing regime, it will lead to the destruction of the entire family.
You can figure out what is more important if you use your brain a little.
What's more, the chief red wizards don't care what kind of reforms Sazastan wants to make, or how powerful Sel will become after the reforms.
The only thing they care about is that their original power has been taken away from them.
"Everyone, I think you should now know what Sazastan wants to do? He is tarnishing our sacred traditions! He is tarnishing the last bottom line of Sel that has been unshakable since its founding! As a member of the Red Robe Wizards, we have the responsibility and obligation to stop him."
A faction leader was the first to break the silence and kick off the meeting to denounce Sazastan.
It was not difficult to tell from the expression on his face that he didn't seem to worry at all that what he said would reach Sazastan's ears.
"But the problem is that stopping Sazastan means starting a war. None of us are ready for a war that will engulf all of Cyre."
Another chief pointed out the difficulties currently faced.
You should know that each faction has its own sphere of influence and controls one or two provinces.
Some of the provinces close to the border are relatively easy to deal with, as the number of troops, training level, and weapons and equipment are guaranteed.
However, some relatively safe provinces clearly have a tendency to become "relaxed in military preparations due to a long period of peace."
If a place like this suddenly starts to explode in numbers, anyone who is not blind will realize that the other side is about to start a war.
In addition, large-scale purchases of weapons and equipment will also alarm Sazastan.
“Don’t worry, I have already contacted the merchants in the West Coast Empire.
They will use airships to transport all the weapons, equipment, and supplies needed for the war to the province of Alaur.
All we need to do is get it back away from Sazastan's eyes and ears.
In addition, I also contacted the orc kingdom that occupied the Rongma grassland and Vasa.
They will sell us a batch of slaves captured in previous wars and a large number of corpses.
At that time, as long as a portal is built, hundreds of thousands of additional troops can be obtained immediately.
So I think there is absolutely no need for us to be afraid of war.
The one we should really be afraid of is Sazastan.
After all, he only controls two provinces."
While saying this, the slightly fat bald male chief stood up from his seat, his words and actions were full of incitement.
There is no doubt that he is the chief who hates Sazastan the most.
Even if it means dragging the entire Cel into hell, we must kill this enemy.
Otherwise, you would be the next one to die tragically for no apparent reason.
After all, through this private alliance, they have learned that the two chiefs who were previously thought to have died in factional struggles were actually all killed by Sazastan.
If things continue to develop in this way, anyone in the entire parliament who dares to oppose this powerful legendary lich will inevitably be killed and replaced by an obedient puppet, who might just be a lich, vampire or other undead.
This was obviously a result that was unacceptable to the entire top leadership of the Red Robe Mage Organization.
"Are the merchants of the West Coast Empire reliable? Don't forget, they are our enemies."
Another chief showed a look of worry on his face.
You should know that before the emergence of the West Coast Empire, Sel was the largest exporter of magic items in the entire continent of Faerun.
Many areas that lack spellcasters rely on trading with them to obtain a variety of magical items.
The concessions spread all over the country are the best proof of this.
But later, with the competition and pressure brought by the rise of the West Coast Empire, Sel suffered a huge blow in the export of magic items and its market share shrank sharply.
Not only has the market share in the west and the north been lost, but even the traditional sphere of influence around the Falling Star Sea is also in retreat.
There is no way because we are inferior to others in cost, technology and strength.
The Red Robe Wizard was able to expand concessions all over the continent of Faerun thanks to the above three things.
The low cost comes from the screening of talented children across the country and a complete and mature magician training system.
With just a few years of hard work, a teenager can become an apprentice and participate in the creation of magical items.
Especially those children from civilian and poor families, who cannot afford the cost of purchasing scrolls, books and conducting experiments, can only make money in this way.
If the same job was given to a graduated red robe wizard, the mentors might have to pay a hundred gold coins.
But if it were apprentices, maybe only twenty or even fewer would be needed.
The relationship between the two parties is basically equivalent to that between graduate students and tutors in modern universities on Earth.
If you meet a mentor with a conscience, it will be okay. At most you will be exploited for a few years. If you endure it and wait until graduation, you can become a wizard with a promising future.
But if you meet a mentor who is not a human being, he will basically be no different from a slave or servant.
Therefore, through this extreme cost control, the price of magic items in Sel has always been the highest in all of Faerun.
Spellcasting agencies and wizard towers in many places have been driven out of control by them.
There used to be a shop run by a red-robed wizard in the market of Askatra, the capital of Amn.
This shows the strong monopoly of the Red Robe Wizard in the field of magic item production.
But the problem is that this situation has changed now.
Searle can select smart enough children from all over the country to train as apprentices, and naturally he can also establish an absolute dictatorship in the West Coast Empire.
Moreover, the latter is many times larger than the former in terms of population size and land area.
As we all know, no matter what you do, when there are more people, there will naturally be a crazy involution.
This is determined by the supply and demand relationship and objective factors, and cannot be changed by human will.
The mentor of the red-robed wizard gave his apprentice twenty gold coins, so the West Coast Empire could just cut it in half and give only ten.
What, you think it's too little? If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!
Don’t you see that there are a lot of apprentices out there fighting for this opportunity?
除非是极少数从入学开始就被重点关注的天才，其余人基本就是西海岸帝国魔法体系中的薪柴不断燃烧自己，只为能在魔法的道路上更进一步。
可即便卷到这种程度也仍旧没有几个人会选择放弃。
因为这是平民阶层唯二可以在相对公平的竞争中完成阶级跃升的通道。
另外一个则是进入帝国官僚系统慢慢的往上爬。
更何况即便法师学徒的收入也要远比工人、农民、小商贩高得多，社会地位也截然不同。
没办法。
魔法学习是一个非常吃天赋的领域。
它不像搞尖端科研，有时候还能靠不断试错撞大运也能取得成功，更不像其他领域刷几篇论文便可以混个专家教授的头衔。
因为学习进度与施法等级是不会骗人的。
费伦历史上最具有天赋的大奥术师卡尔萨斯还是个婴儿的时候就能施展出零环奥术，二十来岁的时候就已经是站在耐瑟瑞尔时代最顶点的大奥术师。
同样天赋绝伦的萨马斯特在十几岁的时候才接触到魔法，随后便像一块海绵疯狂汲取知识，还不到五十岁便得到了二代魔法女神密斯特拉的青睐。
可那些没有天赋的人呢？
看看遍地六七十岁仍旧还停留在LV3或LV5的法师吧，他们才是普通施法者最真实的写照。
所以西海岸帝国的魔法教育系统实际上并不是在培养人才，而是在筛选人才。
至于剩下天赋平平的学徒基本就只能当一个收入还算不错的魔法物品制作流水线打工人。
所以在成本和价格方面，红袍法师就算卷死了也不可能打得过西海岸帝国。
这就是规模所带来的恐怖竞争优势。
最最重要的是，西海岸帝国的魔法物品种类更多，还愿意以不错的价格收购当地的特产，通过贸易的方式为经济注入活力。
站在塞尔红袍法师的角度，这完全就是在把自己从传统势力范围不断驱赶出去。
更何况双方之前还爆发过一次战争，结果是他们输掉并割让了阿劳尔行省。
“不用担心，西海岸帝国的商人向来很有信誉。
而且只要给钱他们几乎没有什么是不敢卖的。
我已经订购了足以武装五十万人的武器装备，足够支撑一场旷日持久的战争了。
不过在此之前，我建议还是先动用我们的私人卫队试探一下。
假如能用最小的代价解决萨扎斯坦，亦或是逼迫他放弃成为独裁者的念头自然最好。”
在说这番话的时候，略显肥胖的首席从怀里掏出了一份商业合同展示给所有人看。
“既然如此那就开始行动吧。时间拖得越久对我们越不利。”
身为内鬼兼间谍的德米特拉·弗拉斯果断投下了赞成票。
与其他首席只能跟萨扎斯坦在塞尔的土地上死磕不同，她可是早早地找好了下家，大不了直接跑到西海岸帝国去投奔左思。
“同意！”
“附议！”
“是时候给萨扎斯坦这个混蛋一点颜色瞧瞧了！”
“没有人可以脱离议会单独统治塞尔！”
……
伴随着一个又一个的首席郑重表态，反萨扎斯坦联盟终于正式成立。
才短短几天的功夫，他们便开始派出自己手下的私人武装发起进攻。
千万不要以为塞尔红袍法师首席的私人武装的规模很小。
如果不是相互扯后腿，任何一位首席控制的直属卫队都足以轻松摧毁数以千计的军队并征服某个规模不是很大的国家。
所以议会首席们联合起来对萨扎斯坦发动的战争，瞬间激化了内部许多的问题和矛盾。
毕竟西海岸帝国高速的贸易扩张大幅度挤占了塞尔的市场，导致其经济开始出现各种各样的问题，上层贵族和商人利润大幅度减少，平民的生活水平也在直线下降。
愤怒、不满的情绪让整个社会就如同一个蓄满了蒸汽的压力锅。
如果放在地球上有某个国家出现这样的情况，通常来说只有有两种结果。
一个是政客制造边境冲突、挑起与邻国之间的新仇旧恨来转移内部矛盾，亦或是干脆直接发动一场战争。
另外一个就是爆发严重的内乱，现任政府被赶下台，既得利益团体遭到大规模的清算。
可在充斥着神明、魔法和其他超自然力量的费伦，平民从来都不是政治的主要参与者。
因为他们唯一的优势数量在前者的面前连个屁都算不上。
也只有像原本无冬城纳西尔领主那样信仰正义之神提尔的仁慈统治者才会姑息来自下层平民的暴动。
在红袍法师他统治的塞尔，如果有哪个地区的平民和奴隶敢暴动，等待他们的将会是毫不留情的屠杀。
如果一个村子全部参与了暴动就杀光一个村子，如果一座城市全部参与暴动就屠光整个城市，绝不会有一丝一毫的仁慈跟怜悯。
反正人死了之后尸体也是可以拉起来反复利用的。
所以红袍法师们从来没有在意过底层平民的想法，就好像人类不会在意从自己脚下爬过的蚂蚁。
于是乎，一种非常不可思议的魔幻景象在塞尔境内出现了。
那就是首席们私人武装成群结队的招摇过市，甚至是与萨扎斯坦的私人武装杀得难解难分，而周围的平民则像什么都没看到一样该干嘛干嘛。
最多躲远点避免被大范围杀伤性法术或流矢误伤。
反正首席之间的争斗从塞尔建国那一天就存在并延续至今。
无论死了多少个首席、彼此之间爆发了怎样激烈的战争，都跟平民没有半毛钱的关系。
这种对于政治的冷漠、麻木，以及国家命运的漠不关心，完美诠释了塞尔畸形的社会与权力结构。
轰！轰！轰！ 伴随着简易移动攻城法师塔发射出的巨大火球不断在要塞围墙上爆炸并发出巨响，待在自己老巢的萨扎斯坦满脸都是阴沉的表情。
因为他做梦都没想到，自己宣布担任首席执政之后所有的盟友都立刻反目陷入了众叛亲离的状态。
不仅如此，议会的首席还联合起来对主动发起进攻。
“如何，我的预判没错吧？所有的首席都在反对你，因为你想要的改变严重触及到了他们的底线。这场战争根本没有办法避免，你必须马上转变思路来应对，否则就只有失败一条路。”
站在旁边的纠缠符记之主——拉贡眼睛里闪烁着骇人的红光，用不带一丝感情的语气提醒道。
“我不明白！他们为什么要这样做？尤其是变化系首席萨马斯！他现在所有的一切都是我给予的！可这家伙却毫不犹豫站到了我的对立面。”
萨扎斯坦显然愤怒极了，并且感觉到自己被深深地伤害、背叛。
他明明只是想要让塞尔变得更好，让整个红袍法师组织变得更加强大，以应对来自西海岸帝国从经济到政治、再到军事领域的步步紧逼。
这对所有人来说都是有利的，能够大幅度减少内耗带来的问题。
否则随着贸易份额的不断下降，国家的情况只会越来越糟糕，甚至有朝一日彻底沦为对方的附庸、傀儡。
拉贡瞥了一眼这位“同类”发出一阵低沉嘶哑的笑声。
“哈哈哈哈！ 难道你还不明白或没有意识到自己正在进行一场会触及到无数人利益、权力的改革吗？ 尤其是集权这一项，动摇的是整个红袍法师组织从创立之初就延续下来的基本原则。
更何况你是一名巫妖，一个在活人眼中冷酷无情的不死生物。
而其他首席都是活生生的人。
所以你从一开始就跟他们不一样。
如果你想要彻底达成自己的目标，就必须有将这个国家彻底打碎重建的决心，再用跟自己一样的不死生物来建立起绝对的统治。”
“你的意思是……让死人来统治活人？！”
萨扎斯坦明显吃了一惊。
因为这实在是太过于大胆了，很容易被那些厌恶不死生物的神明及其教会针对。
但同样可行性非常高。
毕竟当了这么多年死灵系首席，他手下诸如巫妖、吸血鬼、死亡骑士之类的高级不死生物数量相当多，完全够搭建起一个完整的统治框架。
尤其是曾经由学徒转化而成的巫妖，忠诚度往往都非常高，而且命匣也基本都掌握在他的手里，基本不存在背叛的可能。
拉贡注意到了萨扎斯坦情绪的波动，微微张开只剩下骨头的下颚意味深长反问道：“为什么不呢？ 据我所知，索斯就是通过这种方法控制了奥法秘术会的核心成员。
Have you ever seen a lich betray him since the founding of the Arcane Mystic Society? The answer is none.
Of course, if you think this is too ostentatious, you can be a little more subtle.
For example, supporting some living puppets to stand in the front, and then letting liches and other undead creatures remotely control them from behind.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be forced to step down or disappear from the face of the earth.”
"That sounds good, I'll consider it seriously.
But before that, I must first destroy this alliance formed by the other chiefs.
Since they want war, I will give them war.
Anyway, I am tired of this endless political game. "
With that, Sazastan turned around and gave orders to the undead spy hiding in the corner.
"Immediately notify the governors of the two provinces of Galaus and Xuesel to begin assembling troops. This time I will completely destroy the entire Chief Council and the forces under their command."
"clear!"
The undead spy hiding in the dark corner nodded vigorously, then disappeared into the shadows and out of the sight of the two legendary liches.
As soon as he left, Lagong continued to offer advice: "The military forces of these two provinces alone are far from enough.
Garlaus is located in the remote northeast. Although it is rich in mineral resources and has many fully armed elite soldiers due to the previous war with Seleman, it is too far away from the heart of Sel.
Galaos was also a forward base established to conquer Seraman. Not only was its land area small and barren, but it was also plagued by plague due to its border with a swamp, and it couldn't even be self-sufficient.
Once a stalemate occurs, there is a high probability that the period will collapse due to insufficient logistical supplies."
"Humph! It doesn't matter! If living people don't work, then use dead people. You don't think I really didn't make any preparations, do you?"
As he spoke, a creepy evil smile appeared on Sazastan's face, and he spread out a newly drawn map of Cel.
However, unlike ordinary maps, this map does not have cities, mountains or rivers marked on it. Instead, all the densely marked maps are cemeteries used to bury the dead.
Lagun instantly realized the other party's intention, raised his hands, which were empty of flesh and only had bones left, and began to applaud.
"Great! With so many inexhaustible troops, even a protracted war of attrition would be enough to wear down the leaders of the parliamentary faction."
"No! This is not enough! I need your help, dear friend."
Sazastan raised his head and looked at the leader of the Entangled Symbols, a powerful lich with an arcane spellcasting level even higher than his own.
"No problem, it's my pleasure."
Lagong placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express to the other party the fact that he was in a subordinate position in this cooperation.
Sazastan was undoubtedly very pleased with this and responded with a smile: “Thank you very much.
I promise that when this war is over you will be the second most powerful person in Cyre.
Now, let us take advantage of the fact that Thor is busy challenging Asmodeus to seize the rule of Baator and have no time to take care of other things, and deal with these insects that are only hindering us in one go.
Only in this way can Sel and the Red Mage Organization be reborn from the ashes and continue to maintain their status as a powerful nation on the continent of Faerun."
"Are the rumors about the Hell Plane true? Is Soth really going to challenge Asmodeus?"
Ragon pretended to be very shocked.
"Yes.
I have sent people to many levels to investigate, and also summoned some demons to inquire about the situation.
At present, including Gracia, Firna, Grand Duke Balzeb, Prince Levistus, and Viscount Maman are all gathering their troops.
Lords at other levels also took countermeasures.
The entire Baator Hell can be said to be in a state of panic, and a brutal civil war may break out at any time.
In addition, I also heard that the Khorne Angel Zariel, who had been at the front line of the bloody battle, had also returned to the ninth plane.
Obviously, long-term success has caused South's ambitions to expand rapidly.
He is no longer satisfied with being a deputy, but wants to become the spokesperson for the plane's will.
I hope this war will last for hundreds or thousands of years, draining all his strength and energy."
When Sazastan said this, he did not conceal the malice in his heart and his strong hatred for Zuo Si.
If he was not so weak, he would want to join Asmodeus' camp, even if it was just to disgust the other party.
“That puts me at ease.
Without Soth's intervention, the parliamentary party would never be our opponent.
You still have to be careful though.
Just because he doesn't interfere doesn't mean the West Coast Empire won't interfere either.
Especially since many members of the Arcane Mystic Society are our enemies.
If these guys unite, it will be quite a headache.”
After saying that, Ragon activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
When the vibration of the magic network completely stopped, another lich standing in the room cautiously spoke and tested: "Teacher, do you think Lagon can be trusted? I always feel that he behaves too modestly and submissively, as if he is secretly planning some unknown conspiracy."
"It doesn't matter. No matter what Ragon wants to do, as long as he is an enemy of Soth and helps us eliminate the parliamentary faction, he can be used."
Sazastan stood in front of a huge magic mirror, staring at the tragic siege scene reflected on it, and no one knew what he was thinking.