"Great Dragon Lord, the Ravnica plane has become completely chaotic.
Your man is much more capable than expected.
In such a short period of time, the Guildpact was plunged into civil strife.
Not only that, he also caused the long-standing resentment within those guilds to erupt completely.
The situation has now become completely out of control.
Although Niv-Mizzet wanted to make a final attempt to rely on the ancient magical contract signed between Azor and the various guilds, it had little effect.
I think the time is ripe.
If the time-space bridge is opened now, there will definitely be no decent resistance.
Your army of Eternals could easily conquer all of Ravnica."
Tezzeret reported the latest progress to Nicol Bolas in an extremely excited tone.
As a complete tool man, he travels back and forth between different time and space very frequently, often making several trips a day.
"Now?"
Nicol Bolas shook his head dismissively.
"No, I will not act until I know the intentions and plans of my brother Ugin.
You don't understand, the War of the Spark is unlike any war before.
My goal is not to seize control of Ravnica.
Instead, they used this space-time as a battlefield, attracted all the planeswalkers through the trans-dimensional beacon, and then blocked the entire space-time and used the elder spell to seize their sparks.
So the resistance of those scumbags in the Ten Alliance was not important from the beginning.
They are not even an obstacle, just a small appetizer before the big meal."
"You mean... all this is just a bait?"
Tazreira's brain, which was left with serious sequelae after repeated memory erasures, finally had a flash of inspiration and understood something.
"Isn't this obvious? What do you think we've been waiting for here?"
Shane VII teased in a slightly mocking tone.
He now understood why both Nicol Bolas and Zoth looked down on Tezzeret.
Although this genius artificer was quite skilled in creation, and could even replicate many incredible devices with limited information, he was too slow in other aspects.
No wonder he has fallen to the point of being a tool controlled by others.
With this kind of brain, if he were placed in a place like Faerun where demons and monsters are rampant, he would probably sell his soul in a few days.
"What do you mean?"
Tezzeret's head whipped around and glared.
Although his brain wasn't very useful, it didn't mean he couldn't see that the other party was insulting his intelligence.
However, Sean VII was not panicked at all. He just raised the corners of his mouth and showed a playful smile and responded: "No, it's nothing. I always think that things like this don't need to be explained at all. You can figure it out as long as you think about it a little bit."
"You called me stupid?!"
Tezzeret was instantly irritated, and his eyes suddenly became extremely angry.
Because this wasn't the first time someone in Nicol Bolas's camp had insulted his intelligence to his face.
You know, although he doesn't know why his memory is often confused, the more problems he has in his brain, the more sensitive he is to it.
It's like disabled people care much more than normal people about other people's strange looks at their disabled parts, or that fat people will easily get angry when they hear others talking about their weight and body shape.
This is essentially the subconscious inferiority complex at work.
Especially people like Shane VII who curse people in a roundabout way without using any dirty words can most stimulate Tezzeret's sensitive nerves and make him crazy.
After all, it has been a long time since the two of them disliked each other.
Under the deliberate provocation of the demilich, Tezzeret had long regarded it as the biggest threat, enemy and competitor.
The reason for doing this is very simple, which is to use Tezzeret as a breakthrough point to understand Nicol Bolas's ideas and arrangements from the side.
There's no way around it, since Tezzeret is like a colander and can't hide any secrets.
With just a little teasing, he would reveal all the memories and thoughts in his mind.
In fact, Shane VII was already considering whether to use this tool for his own purposes after Zuo Si defeated Nicol Bolas.
You know, he is an expert in tampering with memory.
Especially dealing with this kind of guy who has no mental protection ability is easier than eating and drinking.
"That's enough! Now is not the time to argue!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Nicol Bolas immediately waved his claws impatiently, directly clearing out the "anger" that Tezzeret had gathered with great difficulty.
Although due to various reasons, any planeswalker who joins him will inevitably develop into a traitor and eventually choose to betray and stand on the opposite side.
But it is undeniable that no one dared to challenge his status and authority face to face.
So Tezzeret and King Shane VII chose to keep silent at the same time.
The necromancer Liliana stood in the distance, watching them with cold eyes.
Although she looks to be only in her twenties, she has actually lived for more than a century. She escaped aging and death by signing a contract with the devil to obtain her current young body. Therefore, she is keenly aware that Shane VII's motives for constantly teasing Tezzeret may not be simple.
But she would not be so kind as to remind Nicol Bolas, but wanted to see what this sinister and cunning guy was trying to do.
He even seized the opportunity to break free from the old dragon's control and regain his freedom.
There is no way around it. This is the direct consequence of not paying attention to spiritual and psychological control, and only using violence, intimidation and inducement.
After all, as an elder dragon, the only time Nicol Bolas had ever been weak was when he had just hatched from a dragon egg. He could not understand, nor did he need to understand, what those weaklings were thinking. All he wanted was for them to be obedient and follow his will.
Whether it was done voluntarily or forced is not important at all.
In this regard, his ideas and practices are completely opposite to those of Zuo Si.
To be exact, Nicol Bolas didn't care at all whether his men hated him, let alone their sudden betrayal.
Because he believes in the idea that the strong are destined to be lonely, and they can do whatever they want.
Unless you have the same power as me, you should bow your head in submission to avoid being torn apart.
Knowing this, it is not difficult to understand why all of Lao Long's men always tend to develop in the direction of traits.
Anyone with a little self-respect would not tolerate being exploited and treated like a slave or servant for a long time.
Unfortunately, Nicol Bolas never truly realized this fatal flaw, and still maintained the arrogance and conceit unique to the elder dragon mage.
Just as he was stroking his chin and thinking about what action he should take next to lure Wu Jin to show up, a violent space fluctuation suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
In a flash, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Long time no see. You look much better than before. Perhaps it's because you are about to realize your plan of many years?"
With a smile on his face, Zuo Si extended a friendly greeting to the enemy who was about to confront him.
"Soth!"
Old Long was stunned for a moment at first, but soon his eyes lit up as he looked up and down at this young man who had disappeared for a long time and had no news.
Although the two had not had much contact, he could feel the other's endless thirst for knowledge and power.
Especially the blatant and undisguised attempt to spy on the ancient planeswalker's spark power, which was revealed almost immediately during the first face-reading.
It is precisely because of this that Nicol Bolas always believed that this ambitious new generation of planeswalkers would never miss the upcoming War of the Spark.
The reason is very simple! Only he has the key to achieve all this - the Elder Spell.
"I'm very sorry that I disappeared for so long without providing any useful information. But I believe this thing should be able to offset your dissatisfaction."
As he spoke, Zuo Si directly showed the "gift" that he had prepared many years ago.
It was a giant dragon claw made of spiritual energy.
Unlike most dragon claws which are slightly short and thick, this one feels very "slender" and emits a faint azure light.
"Is this... Wu Jin's claw?"
Nicol Bolas immediately confirmed that this was the limb cut off from his good brother.
As one of the few recognized enemies, he is very familiar with and understands the "parts" of Wu Jin's body, and there is absolutely no way he would make a mistake.
Because the biggest difference between elder dragons and other dragons is that their bodies are extremely slender and long, and they can stand like humans relying solely on the strength of their two hind limbs.
Neither Nicol Bolas nor Ugin usually lie on all fours like the dragons of Faerun, but stand on their hind legs like humanoids.
Over time, their hind limbs became as thick and powerful as legs, while their front limbs became as slender and flexible as arms.
This change is a characteristic that no other dragon in the entire multiverse has, so it is impossible to mistake it.
What's more, this claw exudes the unique scent of black gold.
Zuo Si obviously noticed the subtle changes in Lao Long's eyes and facial expressions, and nodded slightly: "That's right.
Using some tricks, I ambushed your brother and made him pay a small price.
But unfortunately, he managed to escape in the end.
Otherwise what you see now is not a claw, but a head."
"Hahahaha! Good job! Ah, I remember now.
Not long ago, Shane VII told me about a siege on Ugin.
I also specifically provided a method to break the counter-curse.
It turns out that you were the one who did that.
But you should have informed me instead of taking action on your own.
After all, Wu Jin is an elder dragon planeswalker, and it is not easy to kill him. "
Nicol Bolas laughed happily and showed a satisfied expression.
Because nothing is more suitable as a token of allegiance than this claw cut from one's own brother.
Although Wu Jin's body had long ceased to exist, and the so-called broken limbs could be reunited through spiritual power, this undoubtedly proved that Zuo Si was not Wu Jin's man.
At least not completely.
As for whether he was a double agent betting on both sides, he actually didn't care at all.
“You should know best that opportunities are always fleeting.
Especially since Wu Jin was still so cautious, it was not easy to catch his carelessness.
What's more, he is more wary of you than anyone else.
If you were involved, I wouldn't even have this chance.
Fortunately, this time it was not a complete failure.
At least I know some secrets about Wu Jin and what he is hiding."
Zuo Si spread his hands with a look of great regret.
"Oh? What is it?"
Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly very interested in this topic.
Even though he had successfully defeated and killed his brother twice, he never dared to take it lightly.
After all, Ugin and Azor created the Immortal Sun, a dangerous artifact that could imprison planeswalkers in a certain time and space, posing a real threat to them.
God knows whether Wu Jin has a similar backup plan.
This is also one of the reasons why Nicol Bolas has not launched an attack yet.
Because he chose the plane of Ravnica as the battlefield for the War of the Spark, but he didn't know whether Ugin had set a trap for him there.
"It's a plan to reverse the plan of using the War of the Spark to kill you."
Zuo Si calmly put forward his outrageous remarks.
"Use the War of the Spark to kill me?"
Nicol Bolas's attitude suddenly became serious.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Yes. You may not know it yet, but Wu Jin has been using something to spy on your thoughts and memories. This thing is the soul stone that you are so proud to place between your horns."
"What? That's impossible! It's my trophy! It belongs to me!"
Nicol Bolas's face turned pale.
"No, it does not belong to you, it belongs to Ugin.
Have you forgotten how Wu Jin reshaped his body when you killed him for the first time?
So this was a carefully designed trap.
Since then, Ugin has been hiding in the shadows, watching your every move.
Even his death was part of that plan.
And those new generation of planeswalkers who openly resist you are just a group of pawns to confuse you.
The real fatal blow comes from the gods of Amonkhet whom you have brainwashed and controlled.
Ugin's strategy was to pretend to be influenced by the legends you spread about the artifact, the Blackblade, and then have Gideon Jura attack with the weapon and then deliberately fail to paralyze you.
When you think you have no one left to fight, deliver the finishing blow with an artifact you've crafted yourself.
In other words, Wu Jin's real intention was to launch a surprise attack."
Zuo Si directly pointed out the reason why Lao Long failed in the War of the Sparks.
After all, no matter how well-made a lie or story is, it cannot be more credible than the truth.
What he had to do now was to make the best use of Wu Jin's "legacy" to divert the other party's attention and cover up his own plan.
Even if we can delay this most powerful elder dragon mage for just one more minute, it would be good.
It can be said that Zuo Si is absolutely a professional in squeezing out surplus value.
Because he was well aware of Nicol Bolas's deep fear of Ugin.
This can be seen from the fact that after he learned of the existence of the Eternal Holy Sun, he immediately killed his brother.
"The gods of the plane of Amonkhet?"
Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed, and then he remembered the spear in the hand of the fanatical god Hazoret.
That was a divine weapon that he had created by injecting his own strength and that was capable of seeing through everything. In theory, it could indeed harm or even kill him.
Obviously, this was something he had completely overlooked but was very fatal.
In his plan, with the arrival of the moment of disillusionment in Amonkhet, all these gods will be sacrificed as sacrifices and become immortal evil gods in his hands.
The fanatical god Hazoret is one of them.
Most importantly, as one of the controllers of the Eternal Legion, Liliana did not follow in Nicol Bolas's footsteps willingly, but was bound by the contract.
If someone were to incite this capricious and selfish woman to rebel, she might be able to influence or even control the Eternal Evil to launch a fatal backstab.
So this is not an exaggeration, but rather it is highly feasible.
Combined with Wu Jin himself and those planeswalkers who were unwilling to have their sparks taken away and rose up in resistance, they were undoubtedly a huge threat.
After figuring this out, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but slightly curl up his lips and reveal his signature evil smile. He looked at Zuo Si who delivered the key intelligence and said meaningfully, "It turns out that my brother has been planning this all along. I have to say that he is indeed much more sinister and cunning than I imagined. And you, really didn't disappoint me."
As soon as the words fell!
The old dragon simply took the soul stone from between his horns and threw it on the ground, then raised his foot and stomped it to pieces with a snap.
There was not a single moment of hesitation during the entire process.
In his opinion, since this thing was used by Wu Jin to spy on him, he should destroy it immediately to feel at ease.
But what he didn't know was that this kick directly crushed Wu Jin's possibility of resurrection.
Because with Wu Jin's soul being torn apart by Zuo Si, this soul stone is the last thing that holds his spiritual and soul power.
Nicol Bolas had no idea that the biggest opponent in his mind at that moment was actually an ally who could be resurrected to help him at a critical moment.
And he had just killed this ally permanently with his own hands.
“It is an honor to receive your recognition.
But compared to verbal praise, I am actually more concerned about the spell that can restore the power of the ancient mage's spark.
If you don't mind, could you give it to me as a reward?
After all, you'll soon be fulfilling something you've wanted for years.
The Elder Spell no longer needs to be kept secret from you."
Having successfully completed the first purpose of this trip, Zuo Si took the opportunity to continue testing Lao Long's bottom line and his level of trust in himself.
If the other party handed over the elder spell now, he would even give the other party the opportunity to use it and turn hostile on the spot and choose to take action here.
After killing Nicol Bolas, he will invade Ravnica in his place and fulfill his ultimate dream of restoring the ancient planeswalker's spark.
That's what I like most about you.
Because you have all the potential to become a strong person.
But the problem is that you're rushing things too much.
Don't worry, I will give you what you want after I win the War of the Spark.
But not yet.”
"So...I still need to continue to serve you to prove my worth?"
Zuo Si pretended to be greedy and asked back with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, that's right. After all, no matter what a person wants, he has to pay the corresponding price, right?"
Nicol Bolas made no secret of his intentions and made it clear that he would continue to use Zoth to deal with Ugin.
Even though what he did was completely "seeking the enemy in the void", the arrogance, conceit and arrogance emanating from his bones were revealed without a single detail.
There is no doubt that in Lao Long's eyes, even Zuo Si is just a high-level tool used by him.
But this is exactly what leftist thinking wants.
He was very much looking forward to the interesting reaction the other party would have when the final truth was revealed and they discovered that they were actually the real enemy.
There is a saying that goes, if you want to destroy someone, you must first make him crazy.
The best way to deal with an arrogant person is to amplify his arrogance as much as possible and make him think that everything is under his control.
"Okay, I think I understand what you mean. Don't worry, if Wu Jin makes any big moves, I will inform you as soon as possible."
After saying that, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully. Then, ignoring Liliana, whose eyes revealed infinite expectations, he directly activated the Planeswalker Spark and disappeared on the spot.
moment!
The twinkle in Liliana's eyes disappeared, replaced by endless despair, numbness and emptiness.
Because just now, her last hope of escaping the old dragon's control was extinguished, and there was nothing but the dark abyss before her.
"You seem disappointed, don't you?"
Nicol Bolas apparently noticed the necromancer's reaction and suddenly leaned down to look at him with a look full of evil amusement.
Through the large amount of information revealed by Zuo Si just now, he has realized that the woman in front of him may be the weakest link in the entire plan.
"Soth has always been yours?"
Liliana raised her head and asked in a cold tone.
Nicol Bolas sneered and said sarcastically, "What else?
You think he'll side with Wu Jin? Don't be naive!
Wu Jin can't give him what he wants, only I can give him it.
So give up on that.
No one can come to save you.
The only option you have now is suicide.
But I doubt that a selfish woman who signed a contract with the devil in order to survive and maintain her youth and beauty would voluntarily give up her life for others. "
Liliana was silent, and her heart sank to the bottom.
yes!
At this point, who can and is willing to save her?
After all, on the plane of Amonkhet, she chose to betray everyone in order to save herself.
From that moment on, the friendship that had been hard-earned with those young planeswalkers completely dissipated, replaced by only anger and hatred.
Unknowingly, Liliana completed a PUA on herself.
Now, as long as there is someone willing to lend a helping hand and pull her out of the darkness, they will naturally become the only light in her life.
In the original War of the Spark, it was the selfless Gideon Jura who did just that.
The latter chose to sacrifice himself and gave his immortal power to Liliana, helping her break free from the constraints of the contract and successfully turn against Nicol Bolas, delivering a fatal blow to him at the last moment.
But this time, there was only one person who could do this, and that was Zuo Si, who had made countless arrangements in advance.
Just as Nicol Bolas was admiring the necromancer's unfocused eyes with interest, Tezzeret suddenly questioned, "Master, do you really believe what Soth just said?"
"Humph! Only the weak would trust such a weak thing. I never need to believe in anything. As long as the information he provides is valuable, it is enough."
Nicol Bolas stood up straight and suddenly spread his huge wings. The terrifying aura instantly made it difficult for others around him to breathe.
Shane VII took the opportunity to stand up and agree, "You are right.
If a person does not even have the ability to discern information, then he does not deserve to be a strong person, let alone to succeed.
The information that Soth just provided has a great chance of success.
This is the most important thing.”
Hearing that someone could understand and follow his ideas, Nico Bolas nodded with satisfaction: "That's why I have been patiently waiting for him to show up.
Whether the information is true or not, or what his purpose is, it doesn’t matter at all.
What’s important is that he helped me discover a fatal loophole in advance.
Wu Jin can no longer use this loophole to pose any threat to me.
Now, it's time to start this war.
I will give you twelve hours to prepare, and the time-space bridge will be opened after twelve hours."
As the last word came out, everyone who heard the order couldn't help but cheer wildly.
At the same time, those immortals who had been standing still finally began to move in an organized manner, moving towards the huge space-time bridge standing in the open space.
…
At the same time, in a magnificent manor far away on the plane of Innistrad.
Jace Beleren is trying to convince the ancient planeswalker Sorin Markov to travel to Ravnica and join the resistance against Nicol Bolas.
But unfortunately, he is not a good lobbyist, and he also does not understand the character of this vampire planeswalker, nor the value of the title of "King of Soy Sauce".
Apart from the inevitable Eldrazi crisis, Sorin had almost "accurately" avoided every major event.
And usually, as long as it doesn't threaten his hometown Innistrad, he basically doesn't even bother to pay attention to it, just like a senior old otaku.
"Are you sure you don't plan to join us? You know, once Nicol Bolas realizes his ambition, no one in the entire multiverse can stop him."
Jace's voice was clearly tinged with anxiety.
He simply couldn't imagine how a hero who sealed away three Eldrazi Titans could be so cold and selfish.
Sorin Markov responded bluntly, "What does that have to do with me? Innistrad is a small, barren plane that doesn't interest him at all."
As for the life and death of Ravnica or other planes, what does it have to do with me?
Not to mention you, even if Wu Jin himself came, I would not get involved in this matter."
"Damn it! You're going to regret this!"
Seeing that the other party was unmoved by any threats or words, Jace could only say these words indignantly, activate the Planeswalker Spark and choose to leave.
Because he has no time to waste.
Watching the extremely smart and conceited young man disappear, Sorin Markov sneered with contempt: "Regret? Who do you think you are? When I knew Nicol Bolas, your ancestors might still be chasing prey naked in the wilderness, struggling to fill their stomachs.
Nicol Bolas was never really a threat.
Compared to the Eldrazi titans who left no grass growing wherever they went, he was at best a tyrant.
What's more, even without me, his plans and ambitions would not be possible.
Do you think I'm right, Soth?"
"You are right, dear teacher.
Jace Beleren is a typical example of someone who is too clever for his own good.
He had an excessive amount of self-awareness, which led to a certain inexplicable sense of responsibility.
They don't realize that responsibility, without power as its foundation, is as fragile and meaningless as a tree without roots.
Because no matter whether the final result is success or failure, they can't change anything.
And without them, I wouldn't have been able to watch Nicol Bolas gain the coveted Ancient Planeswalker Spark."
There was a flash of dazzling light, and Zuo Si immediately broke the illusion and walked out from a nearby place.
Obviously, it is not difficult to see from this point alone that he has crushed his opponent in the illusion and mental magic that Jace Beleren is best at.
The latter didn't even notice his existence from beginning to end.
"So this is why you deliberately alienate the new generation of planeswalkers?
If I remember correctly, you used to be very close to the elven planeswalker named Nissa Revane.
She has mentioned you more than once and clearly expressed her longing for you.
But you were so cruel that you cut off all contact.
I have to say that you are indeed completely different from all the young people I have met before. You don't have any naivety, romance, or pursuit of unrealistic sense of justice.
Some are simply extremely cold-blooded and ruthless.
To be honest, I'm a little curious about what kind of experiences have shaped you into who you are today."
As he spoke, Sorin Markov picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the dark red liquid that looked like blood, revealing two fangs that were unique to vampires.
Zuo Si replied nonchalantly: "Innocence and romance are privileges that only those who are particularly well protected are entitled to.
Because they have not seen the darkness of human nature, nor have they experienced the cruelty of society.
This is both a blessing and a sorrow.
Fortunately, they often have a happy childhood and countless wonderful memories, while retaining the best part of human nature, just like those white, beautiful but very fragile greenhouse flowers.
The sad thing is that when those protections disappear, they will have to bear a huge mental shock and face the darkest reality.
Such a severe shock may even push a person from one extreme to another, or even make him or her choose suicide to end his or her life because of the unacceptable situation.
A philosopher once said.
The process of a person growing up is the process of slowly killing the innocent and childish self in childhood.
I totally agree with this.
So you could say that I had already completed my transformation before we met.”
"It sounds like you had a somewhat dark and brutal childhood, didn't you?"
Sorin Markov put down his empty glass and smiled playfully.
Through the brief conversation, he thought he had understood the environment in which Zuo Si grew up.
Little did people know that this was actually Zuo Si’s understanding of his own life experience.
Before the spark was ignited to become a planeswalker, he was a well-protected greenhouse flower.
Both my student days and my work after graduation have been smooth sailing and I have never experienced any real setbacks.
Perhaps the biggest challenge I have ever encountered in my life was the time when I failed the exam due to playing too much and had to face my angry mother.
But after the spark was ignited, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, one could even describe it as a fall from heaven to hell.
If it were a real child, he would have had a mental breakdown or turned into a twisted and morbid lunatic long ago if he didn't already have the cognitive and intellectual level of an adult.
The feeling of living in fear every day can drive people crazy.
Seeing the bad taste in the cheap teacher's eyes, Zuo Si said very casually: "No, I am actually very grateful for those unpleasant experiences that made me who I am today.
After all, pain is a good medicine for men.
The sooner you take this medicine, the sooner you will be able to see the true nature behind the many lies and deceptions.
Also, congratulations on not accepting Jace Beleren's invitation.
This avoids the possibility that we might meet as enemies on the battlefield in the future."
"Oh? So you plan to side with Nicol Bolas this time?"
Sorin Markov's mouth opened in surprise.
He had always thought that his good disciple was on the side of Linglong Wujin.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I am on my own side. By the way, Wu Jin is dead. I killed him with my own hands. Even your best life magic cannot revive him again."
"What? You killed Wu Gin!"
Sorin Markov was so furious that he even knocked the goblet off the table and broke it to the ground.
Zuo Si admitted without disguising, “Well, yes, I killed him.
Not only that, but I will also be killing Nicol Bolas next, completing the War of the Spark and restoring the power of the Ancient Planeswalkers on his behalf.
This is what I have always wanted to achieve.
As for the information that was deliberately revealed before, it was actually just to make the two elder dragon brothers, Ugin and Nicol Bolas, fight each other.
After all, they were so arrogant that they didn't take me, a young, new-generation planeswalker, seriously at all.
It turns out I did a pretty good job.
Both Ugin and Nicol Bolas viewed each other as their greatest enemy.
You probably won't believe it.
Before his death, Ugin even threatened that Nicol Bolas would avenge him.
Doesn't this sound ironic and funny?”
Satire?
funny?
Sorin Markov felt a chill running straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Although he also knew that his disciple was not an easy person to deal with, and might become even more difficult to deal with than Nahiri in the future.
But he never dreamed that in just a few years, the other party would accomplish such an earth-shaking thing.
As a former comrade-in-arms, no one knew better than him how powerful Wu Jin was.
That unique power that can directly transform all matter into attributeless energy can rank among the top even in the ancient era of planeswalkers when strong people were everywhere.
But now, the famous Wu Jin just died like this?
And he died at the hands of a younger generation who had risen to prominence not long ago? This undoubtedly overturned the inherent cognition formed over thousands of years.
Just as Sorin Markov was about to question the authenticity of these words, a ball of dazzling light appeared out of nowhere in Zuo Si's hand.
After seeing something like this, all his doubts disappeared.
For this light is Ugin's planeswalker spark, something as important as his life and soul.
"Dear teacher, do you believe it now?"
Zuo Si asked in a very gentle voice, as if to kill someone.
Sorin Markov was silent for a long time, then asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you telling me this? With your skills, it should be easy to hide it from me, right?"
"Because I respect you very much, I don't want you to be involved in this mess for no reason, and I don't want to kill you when I have to.
Promise me you'll stay in Innistrad.
Don't leave during this sensitive period.
I promise that no matter what happens in the future, you and your hometown will be absolutely safe."
At this point, Zuo Si finally tore off all his disguises and revealed his true face.
To Sorin Markov, the real him was strange and frightening.
In particular, the unfathomable power and aura he deliberately released was even more terrifying than any ancient planeswalker he had ever seen.
He subconsciously grabbed the sword hanging at his waist, but let it go after just a few seconds, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale and handsome face.
"Great! Absolutely great! I can't believe I taught such a monster like you. So you came all the way here to warn me not to join this Spark War, right?"
"No, I am here to invite you to be a witness and attend my coronation or funeral at the last moment. Here, this is an invitation. When it starts to glow, you can activate it and come to the scene."
Zuo Si took out an envelope with exquisite patterns printed on it and handed it over.
Sorin Markov took it subconsciously and said with a slightly self-deprecating tone: "Okay, I accept your invitation. Anyway, as long as Innistrad is fine, what happens to other planes has nothing to do with me."
"Haha, this is the Sorin Markov I know. Goodbye, dear teacher. Now I have to deal with the last and most powerful enemy."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si bent down, bowed slightly, and disappeared without a trace.
(End of this chapter)
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