Late at night, the once prosperous and bustling capital of Serre, the city of Eltaber, was silent.
There were almost no pedestrians in the markets and streets that should have been brightly lit. Only the mansions where high-level red-robed wizards, governors and military commanders lived had bright magic lights turned on, illuminating large areas around them as bright as day.
Fully armed elite soldiers, constructs, and summoned creatures patrol the surroundings non-stop to ensure that no threats can get close to the residences of these important figures.
After all, assassination is the "traditional skill" of the Red Robe Mage Organization's internal struggles.
Especially Sazastan, who had successfully killed two chiefs before the civil war broke out, so no one in the entire parliamentary faction dared to take it lightly.
The reason why this situation has occurred in the city of Eltaber is that this city, which once had a population of over 100,000 and was ranked among the top cities in the entire continent of Faerun, now has less than 30,000 people left.
Moreover, since they had been attacked more than once by the Undead Army of the Necromancer faction during the civil war, most of the citizens who could run had already fled.
After all, a magic war is not an ordinary conventional war. It requires conquering one city at a time and then slowly pushing down to the enemy's lair.
Since there is this incredible thing called a portal that can directly cross the distance of space and send the army to the heartland of the enemy, there is no so-called safe rear area at all.
Especially the city of Eltaber, which serves as the capital, has long been infiltrated by various factions within the Red Robe Wizards like a sieve, with unknown secret passages and strongholds everywhere. Even the chiefs are not clear about how many secret portals Sazastan has built and how many terrible undead assassins are hidden.
So no one dares to take safety lightly.
When the chiefs or governors of various factions travel, they will basically bring with them dozens or even hundreds of guards and private armies.
Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of four streets alive and will be assassinated and killed on the spot.
But there are always exceptions.
For example, Demetra Flas did not have any bodyguards or private army around him. Instead, he entered the maze-like sewer alone and quietly.
Not only her, but her good disciple Kalaya also went in from another entrance.
Unlike their usual high-profile appearance, these two women with bald heads and large magical tattoos covering half of their heads are now wearing anti-detection cloaks - "Silent Whisper", and are both blessed with invisibility magic.
Unless a large-scale anti-magic field or true seeing is used, their existence cannot be detected through normal means.
It was obvious that the two of them did this for only one purpose, which was to avoid everyone's sight, even their own men.
After walking along the intricate passages of the sewer for about forty minutes, they finally touched a symbol engraved on the wall almost at the same time.
moment!
The two were teleported by a magical force to a completely enclosed room in an unknown location.
Different from ordinary secret rooms, there is no physical entrance or exit here, and the specific location and depth are unknown. Its privacy and security can be said to be maximized.
And the moment Demetra Flas and Kalaya entered, the huge stone table in the middle suddenly lit up with an orange-red flame, and spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. After a while, the originally dark room was completely illuminated.
If you look closely, you will find that those tiny flames are actually magic candles made of special materials.
The moment the last candle was lit, several portals opened at the same time and several figures walked out from the middle and corners of the table. They were the masters of the entangled symbols.
Standing in the middle was Ragon, the leader of the entire organization, whose spellcasting level was ranked among the best in the entire continent of Faerun.
"You're late!"
As soon as Ragon appeared, he stared at the two people who had lifted their invisibility with his eyes flashing red.
"I'm sorry. You know, the parliament faction is in a state of chaos right now, and several other chiefs are planning a counterattack against Sazastan. I really can't get away."
Demetra Flass hastened to explain.
If she had tried to get along with these terrifying legendary undead spellcasters on an equal footing before, now she was completely putting herself in a weak and even subordinate position.
The reason was simple! She found that the speed at which the strength of these Talisman Masters increased was too terrifying.
Especially the leader, Ragon, whose original spellcasting level is Mage LV20/Arcane LV5/Arcane Lord LV8.
Add to that the additional +3 spellcasting levels from the Lord of the Symbols, and the additional +1 spellcasting level for each area secretly controlled, and the total spellcasting level reaches a terrifying LV40.
Finally, after Zuo Si became the symbol of evil, his spellcasting level increased by 5, directly reaching LV45.
In addition, there is also divine power bestowed by the mage master.
These are completely invincible to the Red Robe Mage Chief, whose spellcasting level is generally just above the legendary threshold.
What's more, the most troublesome thing about the Lich is the life box that allows infinite rebirth.
It goes without saying where the Lord of the Symbols' life box will be placed.
But Demetra Flas didn't know that even if the life box was destroyed, for these Lords of the Symbols it would just mean entering the cemetery to cool down for a period of time, and they would be summoned again soon.
Therefore, the red-robed female chief is very afraid of the Lords of Symbols, including Lagon.
She even felt that if the other party was willing, they could carry out a major reshuffle of the top leaders of the parliament at any time and replace them quietly, just like what they did with Kalinshan and Tesser.
"What about you? What trouble did you get into?"
Ragon once again turned his gaze to young Kalaya.
“That’s my answer!”
Without saying a word, the latter took out a small box from his arms, opened it and placed it on the table.
In a flash!
Everyone in the room was deeply attracted by what was in the box.
Because what was placed there was none other than Sel's national treasure, a fragment of the artifact that the goddess of magic used to strengthen the magic net. It was a very large piece, half the size of a palm, and it emitted intense magical fluctuations that could not be described in words.
After about ten seconds, Lagong nodded with satisfaction: "Well done! I think the master will be satisfied with your efficiency. And he will never be stingy in rewarding those who have made achievements."
"It is my honor to serve the great Majesty Soth."
Kaleya placed one hand on her chest and bowed gracefully, an expectant expression on her face.
Although the bald tattoo and two magic eyes on her head make her look a little fierce and scary, her facial features are actually not ugly. Instead, she is a standard beauty with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth.
It's a pity that beauty is the most useless thing for the red robe wizard who pursues strength and power.
After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her hair is shaved and her head, neck, back, and arms are covered with tattoos of all sizes, the first impression she gives will never be one of beauty, and she will not make men have improper desires to have something happen with her.
This is why it is rare for male and female red robe wizards to form families and have offspring.
Most red robe wizards prefer to have offspring with nobles, bureaucrats, officers, merchants, and even civilians and slaves, although they may not necessarily be married.
Just like the famous saying against LGBT political correctness, maybe you can deceive your brain, but you can never deceive your little brother.
When a person's appearance does not meet your aesthetic standards at all, the latter will definitely not have any physiological reaction.
Fortunately, Kaleya, who has embarked on the path of power, has never cared about her appearance.
Especially after he got the notebook containing the knowledge on the scroll of Netheril from Zuo Si, his spellcasting level improved by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, he obtained the ninth-ring spell position and was only one step away from becoming a legend.
So now she was extremely eager to acquire more magical knowledge once again so that she could take this crucial step as soon as possible.
Seeing the naked and undisguised desire of the young female red-robed wizard, Ragon couldn't help but let out a creepy laugh, and then he and several other Symbol Lords knelt on one knee at the same time.
Before the other two could react to what was happening, an indescribable horrific evil aura appeared out of nowhere and filled the entire room at an incredible speed.
Although as members of the Red Robe Mage Organization, Demetra Flas and Kalaya were undoubtedly in the evil camp, they still began to tremble, shake, and fear uncontrollably, with expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.
You have to know that these two people have summoned demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil alien creatures from the lower planes before, and they have even summoned lesser abyss lords and genuine abyss lords.
But none of the above can compare with the extreme evil aura at this moment.
Gradually, these auras gathered together to form a figure, which was Zuo Si himself.
As a typical pragmatist, he obviously did not create such a scene simply to show off or brag, but to make the two female red-robed wizards realize their current strength.
As expected, both the chief Demetra Flas and her favorite disciple Kalaya bowed their heads humbly at the first moment, emitting fear and despair from their souls.
After all, they are just mortals, and the kind of mortals who are weak-willed and easily tempted.
Such people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Zuo Si today, both physically and mentally.
"Great Master, your most loyal servant is here to wait for your orders."
All the Lords of Symbols, including Ragon, expressed their absolute obedience to the newcomers in the most humble manner, even to the point that the two female red-robed wizards found it incredible.
Because in their view, undead spellcasters like these, whose spellcasting levels are generally above LV30 or even LV40, should at least maintain their dignity and personality even when facing demon lords, devil dukes and gods, instead of completely becoming their slaves.
But now, these terrifying existences that are enough to cause panic in many regions and even countries are kneeling on the ground and calling themselves "slaves."
I guess even if I tell it to others, few people will believe it.
"Is everyone here? Huh? There's actually such a large piece of artifact fragment?"
Zuo Si obviously noticed the Sel national treasure placed in the box. He immediately hooked his fingers and sucked it into his palm, feeling the power contained in this thing.
Although as his horizons broadened and his strength improved, this thing no longer had as strong an appeal to him as before.
However, as a rare item that can greatly enhance the stability of magical energy, its preciousness is actually much higher than most substances, and it is the most suitable material for making magic-related artifacts.
Sometimes Zuo Si really couldn't understand what the magic goddess was thinking back then. She didn't even make a decent weapon for him.
You know, even a psychopath and lunatic like Xirik knows how to get a handy weapon.
Perhaps this is the arrogance and conceit of the second most powerful god in the Crystal Wall where the planet Toril is located, second only to Io, the God Above Gods?
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the previous two generations paid the price of their lives for this.
After all, the entire continent of Faerun now knows that the Goddess of Magic must die every time something big happens, and it has even begun to become an established practice.
Although the new third-generation magic goddess Midnight still has some of the innocence and kindness of a mortal, she has begun to gradually integrate into the role she must play.
The most important thing is that she does not have the arrogance and conceit of the previous two generations of magic goddesses. Instead, she is very cautious.
What's more, Xirik has been weakened to a weaker level of divine power that can no longer pose a substantial threat to the powerful divine power. In theory, the magical plague that swept across the entire continent of Faerun and caused a huge disaster should not have happened.
Maybe...
As a midnight voter, Zuo Si has reached the limit of his duties and abilities.
If she was still killed after this, it would only mean that the position of the Magic Goddess was poisonous and whoever went up there would be unlucky.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si directly activated his ability to dissolve the artifact fragment and injected it into the artifact staff that Nicol Bolas had given him.
This is the most powerful magical artifact he currently possesses, so it should naturally be strengthened as a top priority.
After finishing all this, Zuo Si casually created a notebook that contained some magical knowledge and threw it in front of Kalaya: "Here, I think this should be enough as a reward for your outstanding performance."
"Thank you very much! Your generous gift is my greatest motivation."
Kalaya quickly picked it up and flipped through the contents, and suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.
Because what was recorded above could definitely help her cross that threshold and become a legendary spellcaster, even surpassing her current teacher Demetra Flas.
"You're welcome. You deserve it. Now tell me about the situation within the parliamentary faction."
Zuo Si found a chair and sat down, intending to listen to the details of the Sel civil war so that he could make a better decision.
"Master, in fact, except for the chief and some key positions, the parliamentary faction has been almost infiltrated by us. As long as you give the order, we can replace them at any time."
Rain raised her head and smiled meaningfully.
"Oh? So half of Cyre is basically under your control?"
Zuo Si was obviously quite surprised by this result.
After all, the Red Robe Mage is no pushover, and like the Zhentarim, he is also very good at lurking, infiltrating, assassinating and subverting the local regime, and his counter-espionage awareness is at its highest level.
Add to that the internal strife, mutual harassment, and a general environment where no one trusts anyone, and it is extremely difficult to control such an organization.
Zuo Si had no idea how the Talisman Masters had managed to do this in just a few years.
After all, they don't have things like Shining Oil, Planeswalker Spark, and Devil's Contract that can force others to obey them.
"This is all thanks to Muratl's psychic powers. He gradually disintegrated the Red Mage's tight organizational structure from the inside, taking down those who controlled resources and intelligence one by one from key nodes, and then spreading a large network along these nodes."
As he spoke, Ragon glanced at the most mysterious being among the Lords of Symbols, the mind flayer lich who practiced both spiritual and magical skills.
You have to know that learning arcane magic is a very unorthodox thing in the mind flayer community, and is often resisted by the elder brains and other mind flayers, not to mention outliers like this who have isolated themselves from society and transformed themselves into undead liches.
This is why when Muratl came to him, Ragon accepted him without hesitation and regarded him as an important partner and ally.
This mind flayer lich did not disappoint his expectations. In a short period of time, he greatly expanded the influence of the Entanglement Symbol and brought more than half of the powerful people in the entire Kalinshan under the control of the organization.
Although red wizards are not as susceptible to mind control as ordinary people due to the large number of magical items they wear, this does not mean that they will always be fully armed 24 hours a day.
For example, when taking a bath, doing some exercises that are beneficial to physical and mental health with the opposite sex or the same sex, or when changing clothes, it is inevitable to take off a lot of protective magical equipment.
When there is no magic to protect the mind, charm, or mental suggestion, Muratl can instantly invade the opponent's brain and turn him into his subordinate or even slave.
Moreover, these people will never wear similar equipment again from now on under the guidance of psychic powers.
"Do you want me to start a revolution within the parliamentary faction?"
Muratl asked in an uncertain tone, waving his slightly pale tentacles.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: “No, not for now.
Because before that, I need to deal with Sazastan first and make sure he won't become the biggest obstacle to this plan.
You must understand that the continent of Faerun cannot be completely ruled by one person or one force.
So I can't let you control Searle directly or indirectly, I can only make it tend to cooperate with me rather than confront me by reaching some agreement.
In addition, Sel and the Red Mage Organization must not fall.
Only they can contain and limit the expansion of the Mulhorand Empire in the east.
You must know that since the end of the theocracy, this country has been trying to actively expand outward, and the frequent invasions of its neighboring country Enther is the best proof of this.
Once Mulhorand absorbed Unther, their pantheon would have greater influence in Faerun.
This is very detrimental to the current pantheon of Faerûn and my ally Tiamat."
"So what you mean is..."
Demetra Flas was visibly nervous.
Because she understood that Zuo Si's decision meant the future of the entire Red Robe Mage Organization and even Cel.
Although she had already made plans to flee to the West Coast Empire to seek asylum if the situation got bad.
But if one can stay and continue to be the chief and abuse his power, who would be willing to be a stray dog?
"What I mean is that Sazastan can realize his wish to become the Red Mage and the dictator of all of Cyre. But he must reach a few agreements with me and ensure the interests of the West Coast Empire here."
As he said this, Zuo Si took out the crown phylactery inlaid with rubies.
moment!
The pupils of both Demetra Flas and Kalaya suddenly dilated.
They were obviously all wearing equipment that provided magical vision, so they could see the dazzling necromancy arcane aura emanating from this thing.
"You...you got the phylactery that Sazastan hid?"
As one of the red robe wizards, she knew very well what this thing meant and what a crucial role it could play in the negotiations.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, it wasn't me, but Pramon "Frostmark" Lakeske who found it. Now, I need the two of you to come with me as representatives of the parliamentary faction."
"No problem, it's our pleasure."
Demetra Flas immediately placed one hand on her chest, bent down and bowed deeply.
Although she was a little nervous and uneasy about meeting Sazastan, her enemy.
But considering Zuo Si's current status and strength, this uneasiness soon disappeared.
Because no matter what traps and ambushes Sazastan set, they were meaningless in front of this quasi-divine power with a series of titles such as the Emperor of the West Coast Empire, the Lord of the Ninth Layer of Baator Hell, several powerful divine elects, and the legendary mage.
Because Zuo Si can easily cut off the connection between the caster and the magic network, causing Sazastan to lose his greatest reliance.
…
At the same time, in a fortress far in the northwest of the territory of Ser, the famous Chief of the Undead, Sazastan, had not yet realized that this battle might end in a different form, and was bargaining for business with the West Coast Empire Merchants Group that had just arrived on a giant airship.
Compared with the parliamentary faction, he obviously has an incomparable advantage, that is, his subordinates do not need to eat, drink, defecate or urinate at all, and do not need to consider the so-called relaxation and enjoyment. All the money earned through trade can be used to purchase war supplies.
This is also one of the reasons why he was able to suppress the opponent after the battle started.
"Dear Lord Sazastan, if you continue to raise prices like this, we will not be able to continue our business.
After all, your food is basically produced by the undead.
Although negative energy has been removed through processes such as drying the clothes in the sun, it is still psychologically unacceptable to many people who care about their health and longevity.
Unless the price is reduced to a level lower than that of ordinary food, they will not pay for it.
So you have to lower the price of food to a level that we can accept and make enough profit.
Otherwise, we would rather not have the food and purchase it from other places.
You should know that Serre is not the only country on this continent that can export large quantities of food and minerals.
What's more, we have a direct route to the Maztec continent."
The merchant who led the team did not back down at all because he was facing the most terrifying lich in all of Faerun. Instead, he began to issue threats without hesitation, showing the ugly face of fearlessness and economic hegemony to the fullest.
Faced with the merchant's rudeness, Sazastan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, and he asked helplessly: "Then how much do you think it is reasonable to reduce it?"
The merchant answered without hesitation: "At least 30%. Only in this way can this batch of grain be sold in the West Coast Empire, and we can also make a small profit. As for the minerals, the price must also be reduced by at least 20%."
It must be said that his outrageous words immediately made the faces of several liches and vampires who were loyal to Sazastan turn very ugly.
Because they are not stay-at-home guys who never go out of the house. They have already investigated the selling prices of these exported goods in the West Coast Empire market.
If I were to use one word to describe these greedy businessmen, it would be "black", so fucking black.
Whether it was grain or minerals, the profits reached an astonishing 300 percent.
Yes, you read that right. A commodity like this, which should have very slim profit margins, can actually have such horrific profits.
One can imagine how low the merchants of the West Coast Empire pushed the purchase price.
If it weren't for the undead creatures, farming and mining would cost nothing at all. If it were the living people, they would definitely lose everything.
If there were any other choice, Sazastan would not sell anything to these guys.
Even several vampire generals couldn't help but sigh that you are really ruthless when it comes to trade and bloodsucking.
But unfortunately, due to the civil war, no merchants from other places dare to approach Sel.
So Sazastan had no other choice at all.
What's more, he had to rely on these merchants to purchase war materials to ensure that he could suppress the parliamentary faction.
After a long silence, the chief of the necromancer department finally resisted the urge to turn all these damn merchants into zombies and ghouls, and nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, then I'll convert it according to the price you said. But I have an additional condition, which is that an additional 20 large-caliber artillery pieces must be added to the transaction."
"Can!"
The businessman agreed without hesitation.
Because the West Coast Empire's cabinet has relaxed controls on muskets and artillery, anyone with money can buy them.
But the problem is that the matching gunpowder only has the lowest-grade smoke powder, and there is no elemental energy powder used by the military itself.
The latter is almost twenty times more powerful than the former.
You should know that the difference between TNT and black powder is only five to six times, which is enough to form an irreparable generation gap.
The important officials of the West Coast Empire were not worried at all that the spread of these thermal weapons would threaten themselves.
What's more, the formula of pyrotechnic powder is still a secret. Only the Inventors Association on Lantan Island, the Church of Gunder, the God of Craftsmen, and the West Coast Empire know it.
Once there is no gunpowder replenishment, those cannons and muskets will immediately become useless scrap steel and iron.
Therefore, the current trade policy of the West Coast Empire is to limit the total amount of gunpowder exports, but not to restrict the export of muskets and cannons.
Of course, Sazastan knew what these businessmen were planning, but he didn't care.
Because what he needed was a round of fierce long-range strikes in a short period of time to directly defeat the enemy, rather than a long-term saturation bombing like the West Coast Empire's aerial gunboats.
Compared to firearms, he believes more in the power of magic.
As the deal was struck, the tower where the airship was docked quickly became busy.
Several liches were controlling constructs and undead creatures to transport goods, moving the purchased war supplies down and then moving the things purchased by the other party up.
Watching the merchants walking out of the fortress with rosy faces, talking and laughing, a vampire general finally couldn't help but approach and asked in a slightly annoyed voice: "Master, are you sure you don't want to teach them a lesson? These guys are too greedy and too arrogant. They don't take you seriously at all."
"No! You should know I can't do that.
The West Coast Empire has grown into a behemoth that we cannot afford to provoke.
Just one finger can instantly make all our efforts go to waste.
Haven't you seen what happens to areas that are embargoed and sanctioned by the Trade Alliance?
Although there are no living people in the area we rule and we don't have to worry about popular riots, winning this war requires money, a lot of money.
Moreover, we are very dependent on these merchants for the war materials.”
Sazastan rejected his men's tempting proposal without hesitation.
Although he has many ways to make these businessmen die unclearly, or even turn them into puppets controlled by him.
But once discovered, the consequences will be absolutely catastrophic.
He had experienced this more than once before, so he didn't want to experience this bad luck again.
"Damn it! These bastards are deliberately doing business with us and the parliament at the same time so that the two sides can keep fighting.
Whenever we gain an advantage, merchants from the West Coast Empire will sell more powerful soldiers and equipment to the Council Faction.
This way they can continue to receive cheap food, minerals, wood, herbs, gems, and various precious metals from Cyre."
The vampire raised his fist indignantly and slammed the table hard to express his inner resentment.
After all, anyone who is not a fool can see that this kind of trade is obviously a scam.
But there is no way at all.
The indescribable frustration and humiliation were about to drive many high-level red-robed wizards who transformed themselves into undead creatures crazy.
“Calm down.
A moment's patience means nothing.
All of this will be worth it as long as we can defeat the parliamentary faction, win the war and revitalize Cyre.
Remember what I said, even though there are more people in the parliamentary faction, they have inherited the tradition of infighting and pulling each other's legs.
So the longer this war goes on, the higher the chances of them breaking out into infighting.
If I had the chance, I could have consigned that rotten, backward parliamentary system to the dustbin of history."
When saying this, Sazastan's eyes and tone were full of confidence.
Because no one knows better than him the fatal flaws that the Red Robe Mage Organization has had since its inception, as well as the old problem of the parliamentary system always failing at critical moments.
Although the rebellion against the theocracy of the Mulhorand Empire broke out, the secret council-based wizard society united all the wizards in the land around Isaz Buvar and eventually won the war.
Even the title "Chief" originally meant "follower," that is, someone who followed Isaz Bouvard.
But in the process of establishing his rule and regime, the supreme leader died prematurely and failed to complete the most important centralization of a country.
That is why such a strange thing as parliamentary system was born out of mutual compromise.
As one of the first few "followers" back then, Sazastan witnessed the birth of the Red Robe Mage Order and the country of Cyre with his own eyes.
Although he wasn't called that name at the time.
After witnessing the various drawbacks of parliamentary politics with his own eyes, he became more and more convinced that only centralization and tyranny could avoid unnecessary internal friction and make Cel a truly powerful magical empire.
"Okay, I see."
The vampire sighed helplessly, turned around and planned to transform into a bat and leave this place alone.
But in the next second...
Three figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this room where magical teleportation was completely prohibited.
Such a horrifying scene not only stunned all the high-level undead in the house, but even Sazastan activated countless magics in an instant and protective ordered two golems to stand in front of him.
Because they had no idea how the other party broke through the restrictions, and they didn't understand why there was not the slightest energy fluctuation in the surrounding magic net.
But after a second or two, when he saw clearly who the person was, Sazastan's heart sank immediately, and his expression became as ugly as it could be.
"Hey! Long time no see, did you miss me?"
Zuo Si acted like an old acquaintance and greeted the chief of the Undead faction with a smile.
"If possible, I don't want to see you again in my life."
Sazastan gritted his teeth and spoke out his truest thoughts.
Because he knew that as Zuo Si's power grew stronger and the level of his contacts became higher and higher, it would be basically impossible for him to retaliate for the losses he had suffered before.
As the saying goes, if you can't afford to offend someone, you can afford to avoid him.
It would be best if we never have even the slightest contact or interaction again.
"Hahahaha! Well, it seems that the misunderstanding between us is a bit deep."
Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, completely ignoring the amusing reactions of the others present who dared not speak out.
After all, there is nothing more pleasing than the way you dislike me but can't do anything about it.
"No, I'm pretty sure this isn't a misunderstanding, and there's nothing to discuss between us."
Sazastan corrected, quickly regaining his expressionless state.
"Oh? Are you sure? You know, I found a very interesting ruby tiara with a few initials on it."
Zuo Si revealed several key pieces of information with a half-smile.
He believed that with the other party's intelligence level, he should be able to instantly understand what he wanted to express.
As expected!
When Sazastan heard the description of the characteristics of his life box, his thin face, which was even partially bony, suddenly changed color, and he growled in a nervous and panicked tone: "This is impossible! I clearly hid that thing in..."
Before he could finish his words, Zuo Si had already taken the crown out of his pocket and waved it in front of him.
In a flash!
Sazastan closed his mouth and clenched his hands into fists to show his inner unrest.
How can I be calm?
That's the life box! The most important thing a lich uses to preserve his life and soul essence!
As a cautious person, he always felt that it was impossible for anyone in this world to find the place where he buried his life box.
Because all the people who really knew about his past are basically gone, only the Wizard King of the Netheril era, Larloch, knows a little.
But the latter obviously would not betray him.
silence!
Horrible silence!
The atmosphere in the room became extremely oppressive within a few seconds, even making the two accompanying female red-robed mages feel suffocated.
It was the first time for them to see the leader of the Undead faction in such a dilemma.
fortunately!
Sazastan was an absolutely rational person. After being silent for a while, he did not do anything extreme that might cause misunderstanding.
He first raised his hand to signal all his men in the room to leave, and then he opened his mouth to test, "What do you want?"
"It's simple. I want to talk to you and hopefully come to an agreement that both parties can accept.
Don't worry, I have no interest in controlling or ruling Cyre.
Because with the decline in population, this place has truly become a place hated by the gods.
After all, there is no faith without population.
I just don't want Cyre and the Red Mage Order to collapse and fall, which will ultimately benefit the Mulhorand Empire and the pantheon they believe in.
You must understand that the balance between the gods of Faerun is very fragile.
Once it is broken, it will inevitably trigger a large-scale war between gods.
So I can help you unify Cyre, but you have to pay a small price."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.
"A small price?"
Looking at the tiny space between the other person's fingers, Sazastan suddenly laughed out of anger.
Because he wouldn't be stupid enough to believe anything that came out of the mouth of a big devil.
Especially since this great devil has recently made a huge fuss in Baator, and even started to form a dual-headed politics with Asmodeus on an equal footing.
Because the loss he suffered back then was so huge and so memorable, Sazastan has always paid special attention to the situation in Baator and even established his own base in the huge cyberpunk city.
Basically, he will get the news of whatever happens there at the first time.
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