"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 traitors.
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!
莉莲娜眼中闪烁的光消失了，取而代之的是无尽的绝望，以及麻木和空洞。
因为就在刚才，她最后摆脱老龙控制的希望也被掐灭了，摆在眼前的除了黑暗深渊之外再无其他。
“你似乎很失望，不是吗？”
尼可·波拉斯显然察觉到了死灵术士的反应，突然俯下身用充满恶趣味的目光注视着对方。
通过刚才左思透露的大量信息，他已经意识到眼前这个女人可能就是整个计划中最薄弱的一环。
“索斯一直都是你的人？”
莉莲娜抬起头用冰冷的语气问了一句。
尼可·波拉斯嗤笑着讽刺道：“不然呢？
你以为他会站在乌金那一边？ 别天真了！
他想要的东西乌金给不了他，只有我才有。
所以死了那份心吧
没人能来救你。
你现在唯一能做出的选择就是自杀。
不过我很怀疑一个为了活下去和青春美丽与恶魔签订契约的自私女人，会为了别人而主动放弃自己的生命。”
莉莲娜沉默了，同时心也彻底沉入了谷底。
是啊！
事到如今还有谁能救她、并且愿意救她呢？
毕竟在阿芒凯时空，她为了保住自己选择背叛了所有人。
从那一刻起，之前好不容易与那些年轻旅法师建立起来的情谊就彻底消散，取而代之的只有愤怒和仇恨。
不知不觉间，莉莲娜完成了一次自己对自己的PUA。
现在只要有人愿意伸出援手将其拉出黑暗，自然就会成为她生命中唯一的光。
在原本的火花之战中，做到这一点的是无私的基定·尤拉。
后者选择自我牺牲，把自己不死之身的力量送给莉莲娜，帮助其挣脱契约的束缚成功反水在最后时刻给尼可·波拉斯送上致命一击。
但是这一次，能做到这一点的人有且只有一个，那就是提前做了无数布置的左思。
就在尼可·波拉斯饶有兴致欣赏着死灵术士失去聚焦的眼睛时，泰兹瑞突然开口质疑道：“主人，您真的相信索斯刚才说所的话吗？”
“哼！只有弱者才会以来信任这种软弱的东西，我从来不需要去相信任何东西，只要他提供的信息有价值就足够了。”
尼可·波拉斯站直身体猛然间张开自己那对巨大无比的双翼，那骇人的气势瞬间压得周围其他人喘不上气来。
夏恩七世则趁机站出来附和道：“您说的没错。
如果一个人连甄别信息的能力都没有，那他就不配成为强者，更不配获得成功。
而索斯刚才提供的信息，恰恰存在着很大成功的可能。
这一点才是最重要的。”
听到有人能理解并跟得上自己的想法，尼可·波拉斯顿时满意的点了下头：“这也是我为何会一直耐心等待他现身。
无论那些信息是否是真的，他本人又抱着怎样的目的，统统都不重要。
重要的是他帮我提前发现了一个致命的漏洞。
乌金再也没办法利用这个漏洞来对我造成任何威胁。
现在，是时候开启这场战争了。
我给你们十二个小时的准备时间，十二个小时之后开启时空渡桥。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，所有听到命令的人都不由自主发出狂热的欢呼声。
与此同时，那些原本站在原地一动不动的永生者们也终于开始成建制的移动起来，朝着耸立在空地上的巨大时空渡桥移动。
……
与此同时，远在依尼翠时空的华丽庄园内。
杰斯·贝连正在竭力劝说上古旅法师索霖·马可夫前往拉尼卡，加入抵抗尼可·波拉斯的阵营。
不过很可惜，他并不是一个优秀的说客，同样也不了解这位吸血鬼旅法师的性格，以及“酱油王”称号的含金量。
除了绕不开的奥札奇危机之外，索霖可是差不多“精准”绕开了每一次的重大事件。
而且通常只要威胁不到故乡依尼翠时空，他基本连理会都懒得理会，完全就是一副资深老宅男的做派。
“你确定真的不打算加入我们？要知道一旦尼可·波拉斯实现了他的野心，整个多元宇宙就再也没有人能阻止他了。”
杰斯的声音明显带着一丝焦急。
他完全无法想象封印了三个奥札奇泰坦的英雄，怎么会冷漠自私到这种程度。
索霖·马可夫直截了当的回应道：“那跟我有什么关系？ 反正依尼翠只是个又小、又贫瘠的时空，根本不会引起他的兴趣。
至于拉尼卡或其他时空的死活，跟我有什么关系吗？
别说是你了，就算乌金本人来了，我也不会掺和这件事情。”
“该死！你会后悔的！”
眼见对方软硬不吃，杰斯只能愤愤不平的撂下这句话启动旅法师火花选择离开。
因为他可没有时间可以浪费。
目送这位聪明到极度自负的年轻人消失，索霖·马可夫一脸轻蔑的嘲弄道：“后悔？ 你以为自己是谁？ 在我认识尼可·波拉斯时候，你的祖先可能还光着屁股在荒野中追逐猎物，为填饱肚子而拼命。
尼可·波拉斯从来不是一个真正意义上的威胁。
相比起所过之处寸草不生的奥札奇泰坦，他充其量只是个暴君而已。
更何况就算没有我，他的那些计划跟野心也不可能实现。
你觉得我说的对吗，索斯？”
“您说的没错，亲爱的老师。
杰斯·贝连就是典型聪明反被聪明误。
他的自我意识太过剩了，导致产生了某种莫名其妙的责任感。
根本没有意识到责任这种东西如果没有权力作为根基，就如同无根之木一样脆弱且毫无意义。
因为不管最终结果是成功还是失败，他们都什么也改变不了。
另外就算没有他们，我也不可能眼睁睁看着尼可·波拉斯获得那令人羡慕的上古旅法师火花。”
只见一道炫光闪过，左思直接解除幻术从近在咫尺的地方走了出来。
很显然，光从这一点就不难看出，他已经在杰斯·贝连最拿手的幻术与心灵魔法方面碾压了对方。
后者甚至从始至终都没能察觉到他的存在。
“所以这就是你故意疏远那些新生代旅法师的理由？
如果我没记错的话，你以前好像跟那个叫做妮莎·瑞文的精灵旅法师很亲密。
她可是曾经不止一次的提起过你，并且明确表达了对你的思念。
但你却狠心到直接切断了所有联系。
不得不说，你的确跟我之前遇到过的年轻人都截然不同，完全没有一丁点的天真、浪漫和对于不切实际正义感的追求。
有的仅仅只是理智到极点的冷酷与无情。
说实话，我有点好奇究竟是什么样的经历塑造了现在的你。”
说着，索霖·马可夫端起酒杯抿了一口里边暗红色疑似血液的液体，同时露出两颗吸血鬼特有的尖牙。
左思则用满不在乎的语气回答道：“天真和浪漫是只有那些被保护得特别好的人才有资格拥有的特权。
因为他们没有见识到人性的黑暗，更没有经历过社会残酷的洗礼。
这既是一种幸运，同样也是一种悲哀。
幸运的是他们往往拥有幸福的童年和无数美好的回忆，同时保留了人性中最美好的部分，就如同那些洁白美丽但却十分脆弱的温室花朵。
可悲的则是当那些保护消失了，他们将不得不承受巨大的精神冲击直面最黑暗的现实。
如此剧烈的冲击甚至会直接让人从一个极端走向另外一个极端，又或者是无法接受选择自杀来结束自己的生命。
有哲学家曾经说过。
一个人走向成熟的过程就是他慢慢杀死童年时那个天真幼稚自己的过程。
我非常认同这一点。
所以你可以认为在我们相遇之前，我就已经提前完成了蜕变。”
“听起来你的童年有些黑暗和残酷，不是吗？”
索霖·马可夫放下空酒杯露出了玩味的笑容。
透过短暂的交谈，他自认为已经明白了左思年幼时的成长环境。
殊不知，这其实就是左思对自己人生经历的感悟。
在点燃火花成为旅法师之前，他就是那个被保护得很好的温室花朵。
无论是学生时代还是毕业后的工作，都一路顺风顺水没有经历过真正意义上的挫折。
可能遭遇的人生最大挑战就是那次贪玩导致考试不及格面对发怒的母亲。
但在点燃火花之后情况急转直下，甚至能够用从天堂跌入地狱来形容。
如果不是早已有了成年人的认知和智力水平，换成真正的孩子早就精神崩溃或沦为扭曲病态的疯子。
那种每天小心翼翼活在恐惧之中的感觉简直能把人逼疯。
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)