"Praise the great goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and praise the wise and intelligent emperor. May the empire continue to be strong and prosperous forever."
The businessman lowered his head and prayed devoutly.
Because all the subjects of the West Coast Empire knew that their emperor was actually no different from a god and could hear their prayers.
Although he almost never responds, he rarely grants divine powers to certain believers with potential.
Especially the business community, whenever they mention the goddess of wealth Waukeen, they will also mention the Emperor to express their respect and gratitude.
After all, the West Coast Empire is one of the few places where the property and personal safety of merchants can be guaranteed. There is no need to worry that the hard-earned money will be forcibly taken away by dragons, monsters, bandits, cults, etc.
Under the protection of magical mazes and barriers in major cities, any crime will be uncovered as long as someone wants to investigate.
Just as this group of merchants were patrolling the once prosperous city of Sel, a bald, red-robed wizard and his men came towards them.
He first glanced at the fully loaded airship with a very complicated look, then took a deep breath and forced a smile and said, "Everyone, please allow me to welcome you to Cyre on behalf of the parliament. The chiefs have prepared a sumptuous banquet to entertain you, please follow me."
"What's your name?"
The slightly fat merchant was obviously the representative of this merchant group, and he had dealt with the red-robed wizard more than once. He stepped forward and stuffed a small bag into the other's wide sleeves with a very obscure movement.
The red-robed wizard subconsciously pinched it and found that it was a piece of hard stuff. He quickly opened it and took a look, and found that they were all gems worth hundreds of gold coins, more than twenty in total. A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the originally forced smile instantly became natural.
"Hehe, you can just call me Wenceslas.
By the way, the chiefs took this deal very seriously.
Because some very troublesome undead and construct creatures appeared in Sazastan's army.
Not long ago, they captured two cities controlled by the Parliament and a large mining area, causing heavy losses.
The chiefs hope to find something to restrain from your merchandise.
Whoever can come up with a solution will be given the right to purchase five thousand young and strong slaves."
As a group with the least moral principles and bottom line in the entire continent of Faerun, this red-robed wizard demonstrated with practical actions what it means to "whoever gives you milk is your mother."
He revealed the idea of the parliamentary chief to the businessmen without any hesitation.
Anyone who knows anything about business negotiations knows what business people will do when they know you desperately need something.
Raising the price is the least of their worries.
It would not be surprising if the price increased by dozens, or even hundreds of times.
Because this is the nature of capital and businessmen to pursue profit.
What's more, behind this group of merchants stand two giants, the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance. Even the red-robed wizards dare not offend them easily.
Without the support of the first two, Sazastan and the parliamentary faction opposing him could not even fight a decent war, let alone maintain the current scale of the war.
So after getting the information he wanted, the fat businessman immediately turned around and exchanged glances with several colleagues, and then completed the communication silently through magic items without speaking.
After doing all this, he smiled and nodded at the red-robed wizard, then followed him straight to the only relatively intact building in the city that had not suffered from the brilliance of war.
That was the Red Robe Wizard Council that symbolized the highest power in Cyre back then, a huge building that looked a bit like a combination of a castle and a wizard tower.
Although the surrounding houses had been turned into rubble by the powerful magic during the mutual raids, this place protected by powerful magic remained unscathed, and a large number of green plants and fragrant flowers could be seen.
When entering, the first thing that catches your eye is a large number of slaves, alien creatures and elite guards.
Even though people outside are living in dire straits and countless civilians are scrambling to flee the country, the quality of life of the red-robed wizard, as the supreme ruler, has not decreased at all.
They still had endless amounts of delicious food, a wide variety of wine and other beverages, and wore enchanted robes of silk or velvet.
As soon as they sit down, servants will come forward to give them massages, pour them tea and water, and even provide special services in public.
Facts have proved that no matter how dilapidated a country is, its upper ruling class will never suffer as much as ordinary people. It may even become a luxury to ensure that they and their families can barely survive.
Of course, this situation occurred entirely because the undead and construct creatures from the West Coast Empire replaced the original inefficient slaves.
The red-robed wizards were surprised to find that without the living people in Sel, the consumption of various resources including food was reduced. All the food, wood, minerals and herbs produced could be exchanged for money, which could then be used to purchase things related to magic and war.
In other words, the money in their hands not only did not decrease, but increased.
Because Searle has changed from the original coexistence of production and consumption to a pure agricultural and mineral producer.
Even if there was consumption, it was only to satisfy the desires of a small group of people, rather than to feed more than five million citizens and an unknown number of slaves, and to meet their needs for daily necessities as before.
In other words, today's Sel is a typical resource-exporting country with a sparse population and a highly dependent economic structure.
It can only operate if the huge surplus of food and minerals produced can be sold.
Otherwise, once the market is lost, the entire deformed country will collapse and disintegrate in minutes.
This is also the reason why both Sazastan and the parliamentary faction knew that the West Coast Empire was selling weapons and equipment to each other at the same time, but no one dared to turn against each other.
They were well aware that they had become economically dependent on the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance.
Besides, since we can't beat them, what else can we do but accept it?
In contrast, they were more afraid that the West Coast Empire would suddenly cut off trade ties with Cel, making the mountains of food and mineral resources impossible to sell, let alone exchange for the undead and construct creatures that could produce and fight.
Obviously, the red-robed wizards made a fatal mistake in this civil war, which was that they did not understand the importance of the market in the economic structure.
Without a market, there will be no consumption. Without consumption, no one will buy all the output, and naturally there will be no value.
As for cross-dimensional transactions, although it is not a difficult task for the magical power possessed by the red robe wizard, this kind of transaction is usually based on magical items and valuable items that are easy to carry. I have never heard of any cross-dimensional merchant in engaging bulk transactions.
One is that it is difficult to transport and store, and the other is that the profit is too low and it is too complicated to sell.
Therefore, the trade alliance led by the West Coast Empire is the only choice for the Red Robe Wizard.
When the merchant group arrived at the banquet, the chief of the Transformation Department, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up, opened his arms and laughed, and said, "Ah! I finally got you here again. Please take a seat and taste our traditional food of Sel first, and then we can discuss the transaction."
"Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet us. Don't worry, I swear that this new shipment will not disappoint you."
The fat businessman gave a solemn guarantee.
"Oh? Can you tell me what new gadgets you guys brought?"
An interested expression appeared on the face of the Chief of Transmutation Department.
Although the current situation is that the seven factions within the Red Robe Wizards have joined forces to fight against the Undead faction led by Sazastan who wants to establish centralization and dictatorship, in theory they should be the dominant side in terms of military strength and number of wizards.
But the reality is just the opposite. The parliamentary faction is always suppressed by Sazastan, who is supported only by the Undead faction.
Although the situation was evenly matched, a chief like him was well aware that the situation on the parliamentary side was not optimistic.
Because Sazastan successfully built a powerful military organization with strong execution capabilities and no internal intrigue through complete control over those liches and vampires.
He doesn't need to worry about the people under him pretending to obey him but actually disobeying him, or suddenly betraying his teammates for their own benefit.
And as more and more graves are dug, the number of undead armies under his command continues to grow.
Even though the god of death Kelemvor and many other gods had made it clear that Sazastan's behavior was a complete blasphemy against the dead, no god or chosen person stood up to punish him.
Most importantly, the Undead faction is far more proficient and skilled in controlling the undead army than other factions.
If the undead armies of equal numbers were to fight, the winner would definitely be the undead faction under Sazastan.
On the other hand, the Parliament faction has almost perfectly inherited all the "glorious traditions" of the Red Robe Wizard.
Whether it is the mutual harassment and infighting for their own selfish ends, or the corruption, smuggling, and bribery, etc., there are endless situations.
Therefore, the Parliamentary Party's trade dependence on the West Coast Empire is actually even greater than that of Sazastan.
The reason is very simple! The latter are almost completely undead, so they have no other extra desires except ambition, and do not need a luxurious life. The reason why they need to maintain trade is because the parliament is constantly buying those constructs and undead creatures.
But the former has a large number of living red-robed wizards and apprentices, and their food, drink, defecation, enjoyment, servants, and bodyguards all need money to support them.
This expenditure is not a small number, but accounts for more than 30 to 40 percent of the funding.
In this situation of loss and gain, if the parliamentary faction wants to maintain the current situation or even win the war, it must continue to purchase more, better, and stronger weapons and equipment and soldiers from the West Coast Empire and send them to the front line.
"Please allow me to keep it secret for now. Only in this way will you be surprised when you see it later."
The fat businessman blinked mysteriously.
It has to be said that if he had behaved like this in the past, the red-robed wizard would have turned him into a frog, a bug, or something like that in a matter of minutes, and then stepped on him to death.
You have to know that these guys have never had a good temper, and it is common for them to kill an entire family.
But now, a small businessman actually dared to flirt with the Chief of the Change Department without batting an eyelid. It seemed that he was tired of living.
But the chief of the Transformation Department did not get angry because of this. Instead, he smiled and responded: "Then I will look forward to the surprise you bring me. Now let's enjoy the food and wine first."
"Then we won't be polite."
The fat businessman placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then signaled the rest of the team to sit down and start enjoying the hospitality of the red-robed wizard.
Although the layout and food on site were extremely luxurious, their movements and speed of eating were very reserved, and many of them even ate a little just to fill their stomachs out of courtesy.
Obviously, compared with the food and services that can be enjoyed in major cities in the West Coast Empire, these are nothing.
It's like modern people on Earth turning around and looking at ancient people, they would not think that the food, etiquette and enjoyment of the kings and nobles were anything to boast about. Instead, they would feel sorry for them.
After all, as magic began to benefit the general public, the West Coast Empire could be said to be unprecedentedly wealthy in both spiritual and material terms.
All kinds of things that you have never seen, eaten, or played in other places in Faerun are available here, and you will definitely have a great time.
Many of the wealthy businessmen present had tried these tricks, and it was estimated that the Chief of the Transfiguration Department himself had never seen them, let alone other low-level red-robed wizards.
Since the party's attention was focused on the banquet, they ended the ceremonial welcome neither banquet after only thirty or forty minutes.
After all the food and servants were removed, the room quickly returned to silence.
The fat businessman in the lead took out a list of about seven or eight pages and handed it over without saying a word.
The chief of the Transformation Department took it and took a look at it. He immediately looked up and asked in surprise, "There are smoke powder and cannons this time? I heard that these things are absolutely banned in the West Coast Empire. Even the Kingdom of Cormier only equipped a small amount of them in some key fortresses."
"Haha, we spent a lot of money, time and effort to get the sales license for these things, so they are not cheap."
The fat businessman grinned greedily, and his eyes were like a shark smelling blood.
"You should know that price is never a problem for us. I want all the smoke powder and cannons brought this time."
The chief of the Transformation Department chose to eat it in one bite without even thinking about it.
Because artillery can play a very good role in field battles, siege battles, and defensive battles, and it is much simpler and easier to transport and deploy than those siege magic towers.
Especially when combined with a flying platform, it can often launch a surprise attack from a high position and inflict a devastating blow to the enemy.
The West Coast Empire's aerial gunboats have proven their effectiveness countless times in wars.
Although the red robes sent by the parliament cannot get the dragon knights that can provide air superiority, they should have no problem getting some pterosaurs, Asian dragons, flying dragons, and griffin knights.
What's more, compared to head-on combat, they actually prefer sneak attacks.
For example, through joint casting, the entire airship can be made invisible, or hidden in a cloud of mist, and then suddenly start shelling and bombing when it reaches the top of the enemy's head.
In fact, ever since the West Coast Empire began to use airships, a fast means of transportation that has no terrain requirements, in wars and transportation on a large scale, other forces with a little industrial foundation and magical level have been trying to build their own airships.
However, due to the limitations of technology and craftsmanship, they are either too small and cannot carry enough weight, or too expensive and can only be used as a means of transportation for the powerful and high-level spellcasters.
However, Sel's situation is obviously special. From the moment the civil war broke out, airships were used as weapons in the war.
There are even cases where an airship is directly converted into a wizard tower or magic fortress.
However, due to the lack of long-range attack means such as cannons, the so-called air battle between the two sides was basically a continuation of the traditional magic war on land and sea, with all kinds of fireballs, lightning, poisonous clouds, and ice storms bombarding each other.
They would even move primitive siege weapons such as large catapults and crossbows onto the airship and use it as a ship floating in the sky.
Ground attacks are done by directly throwing down alchemical items that will explode and produce strong acid, flames, and poison gas. Even more outrageous are directly throwing stones.
In short, the red-robed mages who have always pursued pragmatism don't care about whether it is primitive or not, as long as it is effective and can deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
If supported by smoke powder and cannons, the parliamentary airships would have an advantage in air combat.
At least those ordinary airships without much magical protection will definitely not be able to withstand long-range artillery fire. Basically, a round of broadside salvos will make them full of holes and fall directly from mid-air and smash into pieces.
So for a weapon like this that could change the outcome of a battle, the Chief of Change chose to take it without any hesitation.
Because he knew very well that if he didn't buy them all, then these damn greedy merchants would turn around and find Sazastan and sell the remaining cannons and pyrotechnic powder to him.
Since this was not the first time a similar situation had occurred, he was already very experienced in dealing with it.
"Your vision and courage are truly unmatched! With a leader like you, the Parliamentary Faction will surely be able to restore the former glory of Sel!
Please allow me to express my highest respect to you on behalf of all the businessmen present here! The parliament will win!
The great Red Mage will surely be reborn from the ashes!"
The fat businessman's face was full of smiles, and all kinds of praise and flattery popped out one after another. If you didn't know him, you would have thought he was a fanatical supporter of the parliamentary faction.
Little do they know that all this is just for the sake of huge profits.
In fact, he had said countless similar things when he was making deals with the liches and vampires under Sazastan.
As for the confrontation and conflict between the living and the dead, between parliament and dictatorship, these businessmen don't care.
Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, it doesn't matter if both sides turn the entire Cyre into a barren desert.
"Well, don't be too happy yet, the real deal has just begun. The funding from the parliament this time is very generous, so we still have a lot to purchase."
The chief of the Transformation Department pursed his lips and revealed a faint smile.
The merchant's unconditional flattery undoubtedly benefited him and the other red-robed wizards present.
Even though they know very well that these are not sincere, who wouldn't like to hear nice words?
Especially in this difficult time where we don't know how long the fight will last.
As he spoke, the fat businessman placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then winked at his followers outside the house.
The latter immediately understood what he meant, and directly led people to carry in two boxes that were more than two and a half meters long and looked very heavy and placed them on the ground.
It was not difficult to tell from the extremely strenuous expressions and reactions of the people lifting the boxes that the things inside were obviously very, very heavy.
"This is..."
Another high-level ring mage instructor from another faction nearby obviously noticed something and his expression changed slightly.
"This is the new stuff I just mentioned."
As he spoke, the fat businessman walked straight to the box and kicked open the cheap wooden board, instantly revealing two human-shaped magical creatures.
One of them was shining with a silver metallic luster, and it was obviously some kind of construct creature.
The other was an undead creature made of bones and flesh. The pungent smell of the preservative fluid was enough to make anyone with a normal sense of smell feel physically uncomfortable.
But the fat businessman didn't care at all. Instead, he pointed at the undead creature with seven or eight eyes dripping around its head and introduced it with great pride: "Please look, this is the masterpiece of the undead wizard Master Ludewei after many improvements!
A type of corpse soldier that has an intelligence level close to that of an ordinary person, but can obey orders 100%.
Not only does it have 360-degree vision without blind spots, but it can also see through some invisible units and magical deformations.
This means that it will be the most perfect guard in the army, able to instantly detect spies who sneak in to steal intelligence or cause sabotage, and find invisible mages and warlocks on the battlefield as soon as possible.
In addition, its skin and muscles have been strengthened, so that even without any protective gear it can provide the same defensive power as thick leather armor.
If he were to wear special inlaid armor and iron armor, he would not be at a disadvantage in a short period of time even if he fought head-on against the Iron Golem.
Everyone, please imagine, how much is the market price of an Iron Golem? And this new type of Skuldron soldier only needs 3,500 gold coins.
Yes!
You heard it right! Don't want tens of thousands of gold coins!
Don’t ask for eight thousand, seven thousand, or even five thousand gold coins!
It only takes 3,500 gold coins! When necessary, they can even transform into a death squad and rush into the enemy to release corpse explosion magic and negative energy blood mist containing deadly toxins.
Most importantly, no wizard or commander will complain that the undead creatures are too stupid to understand complicated commands and often mess up their carefully prepared plans.
As the saying goes, action speaks louder than words! I have already applied for a discount on bulk purchases for you members of the parliamentary faction.
As long as you place an order of more than 3,000 at a time and pay the full amount at one time, you can get a 10% discount on the existing price. "
Following the fat businessman's inflammatory words, everyone present, whether it was the chief of the Transformation Department or the Tournament instructors, stood up involuntarily, with shock and disbelief in their eyes.
Although they had long heard of the name of the necromancy wizard Master Ludevi and the various stitched undead he created.
Especially the famous "Scary Creatures", which have demonstrated qualities far superior to those of ordinary undead in this war. They are countless times stronger than those zombies and skeletons that can only rely on numbers. Even the intelligent ghouls are slightly inferior in overall combat effectiveness.
Many necromancers joined the West Coast Empire's Arcane Mystic Society just to meet this master of necromancy and listen to his teachings.
Even Sazastan commented that Ludvi's talent and ability in creating undead creatures were epoch-making.
His creation of the skaab creatures elevated the craft of creating the undead to the level of art.
The followers of Orcus, one of the three great giants of the abyss, in Faerun even openly invited Ludevi to recruit them, and promised that as long as he was willing to be loyal to the Undead Monarch, he would be able to obtain eternal immortal life and all the forbidden knowledge about the creation of the undead.
It’s a pity that the necromancer wizard Ludewei never gave a positive response, and didn’t even bother to pay attention.
"What an incredible masterpiece! How can an immortal creation of this level be sold for less than 3,500 gold coins?
How do you control manufacturing costs?
If an ordinary necromancer were to make it, it would probably cost 15,000 to 20,000 gold coins to make it. "
A red-robed wizard who was obviously an expert in necromancy stroked the Skuldron soldier in front of him with his hands as if caressing a lover, his voice filled with undisguised excitement and admiration.
"I'm not very clear about the craftsmanship and costs. After all, we are only responsible for sales and not production, and we don't have access to the necromancer wizard Master Ludewei himself."
The fat businessman was obviously very tight-lipped and did not reveal even the slightest relevant detail.
Because he understood that the later these techniques and secrets were cracked, the higher the monopoly profits he could earn from them.
The economic hegemony of the West Coast Empire was established bit by bit.
Moreover, the cost of manufacturing these corpse soldiers is much lower than the other party imagined.
After all, all major cities can use the help of magic mazes and multiple casting environments to significantly reduce the requirements for spellcasting levels. What originally might have required a LV9 wizard to cast a five-ring spell may now only require a LV3 wizard with the help of several apprentices.
Therefore, the cost of this thing is only less than three hundred gold coins. Minus the almost negligible transportation fee, the profit is more than ten times.
"Okay. Tell me how many of these new types of corpse soldiers you have on hand now?" The Chief of the Transmutation Department asked directly.
"We brought 300 this time, and the rest will be produced based on the order situation. How many do you plan to order at once?"
The fat businessman's tone became noticeably excited.
Because this is not a small business, but a big business involving millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of gold coins.
Even if you only take 15 to 20 percent of it, you can make a lot of money.
In addition, they can make a profit by purchasing low-priced food, timber, and mineral resources and selling them back to factories and workshops.
If slaves can be obtained, the government of the West Coast Empire will pay a ransom to the merchant based on the number of slaves and give certain preferential policies in terms of taxation.
So even though from the outside world's perspective, Cyre, which is caught in a civil war, is the most dangerous region in the entire continent of Faerun, in the eyes of businessmen, it is full of gold and opportunities.
Especially for large merchant groups that can directly connect with high-level officials on both sides, the profit from each mission starts at at least four to five million gold coins, which is even more profitable than robbery.
"If I order 10,000, how long will it take you to deliver the goods?" The Chief of the Transformation Department asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Because this order is not only about how many of these powerful corpse soldiers the Parliament can obtain in a short period of time, but also about how to delay the time for Sazastan to buy them.
This time difference is the opportunity that the parliamentary faction can use to launch a large-scale counterattack.
If everything goes well, not only can we take back the territory we lost before, but we can also push the front line towards the area controlled by the opponent.
"Ten thousand?"
The fat businessman and the other businessmen who came with him all had their eyes shining at the same time.
This is a huge order worth more than 30 million gold coins.
Once signed it means everyone will get enough benefits.
The chief of the Transmutation Department nodded seriously and said, "Yes, ten thousand. The Council is planning to launch a major battle, so we urgently need enough elite troops."
“I think it will take about two months.”
The fat businessman lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly gave a date.
“Very good! I will pay the full amount of three thousand first.
When you bring these three thousand here, I will pay for the remaining seven thousand.
Not only that, I can also provide you with a more favorable purchase price."
Upon hearing that there was a two-month gap, the Chief of the Necromancer Department immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deal with Sazastan, and he finalized the deal without hesitation.
"No problem! I promise to deliver it strictly according to the date."
Even though the fat businessman had seen many big scenes, he still couldn't help but feel dry mouth and his heart beating wildly.
At times like this, he could feel more and more how terrifying the economic hegemony established by His Majesty the Great Emperor was.
It is even more exaggerated than the speed at which wealth was accumulated through plundering wars and enslaving the people.
Because when people are forced to work under the threat of violence, abuse and death, their productivity is often very low.
But when they start working hard to make money for themselves and their families, the enthusiasm they unleash will make their productivity at least several times, or even dozens of times, higher than the former.
These red-robed wizards in front of us are the best examples.
You should know that since the outbreak of the civil war, the production of grain, meat, eggs, fruits, wine, timber, gems, ores and various metals in the entire Cyre has not decreased but has been rising steadily.
To be precise, after the large-scale exodus of population, they quickly discovered that when they no longer needed to "waste" food and other resources to feed civilians who did not create much value, foreign trade income began to grow significantly, and disposable wealth was increasing in a visibly way.
In order to maintain this unprecedented "prosperity", both sides began to drive out civilians and even sell them as slaves.
Not only that!
They also unprecedentedly replaced those ordinary undead creatures with low production efficiency, and spent a large amount of money to buy undead and constructs that specialized in various production labors from the West Coast Empire.
In this way, trade between the two sides is maintained in a very delicate balance.
Although Cyre spends a huge amount of gold on purchases every year, they are able to make similar profits by selling agricultural products, minerals and natural resources.
To put it in simpler terms, the import and export amounts are basically the same, there is no obvious fiscal deficit, and the entire trade cycle can be maintained.
The West Coast Empire obtained a large amount of cheap agricultural products and raw materials from trade to meet its increasing demand for various resources for development.
The chief of the Transmutation Department nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! You can start introducing the new type of construct next to it."
"As you wish."
The fat businessman lowered his head and bowed deeply with the most respectful attitude.
He was not bowing to the dreaded red-robed wizard chief of the necromancy, but to a buyer who had given him a large order worth tens of millions of gold coins.
Just like that, he started talking endlessly to these red-robed wizards about this undead killer that was specially built to restrain the undead creatures.
After a while, the red-robed wizards sent by the parliament excitedly placed another large order.
By the time the transaction was over, the cargo on the giant airship had been cleared out and replaced with local specialties purchased in Sale.
When the fixed rope was released and the airship slowly rose into the air and flew westward, the Master of the Symbols, Plamon "Frostmark" Rakesk, who was disguised as a high-level ring mage instructor, couldn't help but pursed his lips and sighed: "If this continues, in a few years, Sel and the Red Mage Organization will become puppets indirectly controlled by their masters."
"oh?
are you sure?
I don't think the ambitious Sazastan will surrender willingly.
I also don't think those self-righteous chiefs would be willing to have another master giving orders above their heads."
Another Symbol Master, the legendary vampire, Shelisha, chuckled and expressed a completely different opinion.
"Humph! This matter does not depend on them, but on the master. Don't forget that the current master is completely different from before."
Plamon "Frostmark" Rakesk pursed his lips into an evil smile.
As a summoned creature of the Planeswalker, he could clearly feel how powerful and terrifying Zuo Si's power was after he became a symbol of evil.
Just the talisman masters of the entire entangled talisman, each of them has obtained a spellcasting level upgrade ranging from LV3 to LV5 simply because of their own evil level, and can also obtain priest level and divine power blessings from their master.
With this epic enhancement, the Entangled Symbol Organization lurking within Cell alone has the ability to kill Sazastan and the leaders of the Parliament and replace them.
"But the master did not give us such an order."
Xie Leisha frowned subconsciously.
"Yes, he did not issue such an order, but it does not mean that we cannot control the Red Robe Mage Organization from within, right?" Rakesk hinted meaningfully.
The vampire understood something instantly, raised his head suddenly and asked in surprise: "Did you find the place where Sazastan hid his life box? Oh my God! This is incredible news!"
"Hahahaha! That's right! To be exact, I have obtained his phylactery."
As he spoke, Rakesk pulled out a crown inlaid with a huge crimson gem from his arms.
Through magical vision, Xie Lisha could clearly see the dazzling arcane aura of necromancy emanating from it, and immediately asked impatiently: "How do you plan to use this thing? Are you going to confront Sazastan directly? Or should you discuss it with Ragon first?"
But Lakeske smiled and shook his head: "No, none of that is necessary. Because I have already sent a message to the master, he should be here soon."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's figure instantly appeared out of thin air. The whole process did not even trigger the magic network. It was obvious that it was not magic that was used, but another kind of power that was superior to magic.
"Owner!"
Rakesk and the legendary vampire Shelisha knelt on one knee and saluted at the same time.
"You have seized Sazastan's phylactery?"
Zuo Si asked directly to the point.
Although for him, this famous red robe wizard and chief of the necromancy had long lost the qualifications to be an enemy, but this did not mean that Sazastan's status and importance in Faerun had been reduced.
As the only country in the east of the continent that can compete with the Mulhorand Empire, once Sel and the Red Robe Mage Organization completely collapse, a superpower similar to the West Coast Empire will rise in the entire East.
Moreover, as the Mulhorand Empire expands, the pantheon it believes in will also grow and become stronger, disrupting the existing balance and possibly triggering a new round of wars between gods.
This is not the result that left-wing thinking wants to see.
That's why he showed up and planned to deal with it a little to prevent these masters of the symbols from getting into trouble.
"Yes, Master. This is the phylactery I found. It is almost certain that it is the crown that Sazastan wore before he transformed into a lich."
Rakesk hastily offered the life box with both hands.
Zuo Si took it and took a quick look at it, then nodded slightly. "Yes, it is indeed Sazastan's phylactery. But are you sure this is his only phylactery? You know, although he didn't invent the phylactery-shattering technique like the great arcanist Ovo, with his attainments in necromancy, it should be no problem for him to make one or two more as backups."
"Um, sorry, Master. I'm not sure about this."
Lakesque was stunned for a moment, then quickly gave a negative answer.
"Forget it, let's do this for now. You two immediately go and notify all the Lords of the Symbols, including Lagon, as well as Demetra Flas and Kalaya, and tell them that I want to see them."
After saying this, Zuo Si disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.
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