The Santarim, the red-robed wizards of Serre, and the Arcane Brotherhood that has been annexed and reorganized......

Zhang Cheng had unwittingly begun to connect several of the largest and most famous evil organizations in the western part of the continent to satisfy his strong thirst for knowledge and a strong desire to destroy.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of Nessario's Tears, he hates the hypocritical kindness of the Goddess of Magic voters from the bottom of his heart, and even hates the self-proclaimed righteous city-states of Silvermoon City, Waterdeep, and Neverwinter, and even hates this black-and-white faction division, and wants to destroy everything from the bottom of his heart.

After all, in his eyes, there is no so-called justice or evil in the world, and all the parameters of the standard of good and evil are determined by the universal values that occupy the main group of subjects in a certain region, and this value is usually determined by comprehensive strength, simply put, strength.

Whether it is a person or a race, as long as you have enough power, you will continue to expand outward, defeat all kinds of enemies, and swallow up each other's resources to strengthen yourself.

In the process, the victors write history and present themselves as the side of the right, while the losers are mercilessly smeared and become the side of evil.

But the problem with the continent of Faeron is that the high gods refine a series of standards of good and evil.

On a daily basis, no matter what choice everyone makes, they will generate values that are either inclined to good, evil, order, or chaos, and when these values reach a certain limit, people will automatically change their faction.

And these factions will be detected by many arcane and divine arts.

Over time, people began to accept and recognize the standards of good and evil imposed by the gods on mortals as something that could never be changed.

But Zhang Cheng was different, he didn't feel that he should follow this set of standards at all, and he didn't think that people like Erastro and Lord Sil ruled the city by justice.

On the contrary, like most politicians, they rely on pure violence to maintain their rule.

Without sufficient deterrence, their rule will soon be overthrown and overthrown.

You must know that the continent of Faren has never lacked careerists and conspirators.

As for the hypocritical things of kindness and justice, they are just a disguise, an excuse, a rhetoric that can confuse the people and suppress the enemy.

......

Just as Zhang Cheng began to prepare for next year's crazy act of killing the gods, four strangely dressed guys were gathering at a table in the second-floor guest room of a lively hotel in Luskan, discussing how to complete this dangerous mission in a low voice.

"Joey, tell me, what did you just hear?" a woman with distinctly half-elf traits was the first to break the silence.

Her face was painted with green paint, and apart from a piece of leather armor, she had only a short staff with green leaves in her hand, and she was clearly a druid who claimed to be the guardian of nature.

Not far from her, there was a colorful leopard lying on its stomach, which opened its large mouth full of fangs and yawned from time to time.

"Sorry, not much useful information. According to the descriptions of nearby residents and tavern guests, the black dragon rarely leaves the spire, so an ambush is almost impossible. The human known as Joey shook his head with regret.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, relatively thin, but his ten fingers were unusually flexible, and a silver coin struck by Waterdeep kept flying up and down.

Often, those who can dexterous their hands to this extent are either veteran "old thieves" who often touch other people's pockets, or mages who need to use their fingers to make complex spell casting movements.

However, judging from Joey's dress, it clearly belongs to the former.

"Damn, what then? Don't tell me, let's rush in through the main entrance of the tower, this suicide is no different. The shield dwarf crouching in the corner and kept pouring wine grumbled his teeth.

"Agreed! Although the Battle of Winterfall killed many of the top leaders of the original Arcane Brotherhood, the number of spellcasters in the Mage Tower was still quite impressive, and a few of us couldn't get to the top at all. The half-elf druid, who was the first to speak, nodded thoughtfully.

"What do you say? Is it possible that we are going to wait here forever? or are we going to retreat?"

"No! I can't retreat! I finally borrowed this dragon-slaying sword! How can I give up halfway! Evil must be eradicated! That's what I joined the harpist for in the first place!"

Judging by the emblem she wears on her chest, she is undoubtedly a paladin who serves Tyre, the god of justice.

"But we can't stay in the hotel for too long, it will arouse suspicion. ”

"If only the harpist's base were still there, at least we would have a place to stay. ”

"Don't think about it, the secret base and spies in the past were all cleaned up some time ago, and now there is no one who can help us at all. ”

"I don't like the feeling now, it's like there's an enemy everywhere, not even a friend. ”

......

Seeing that his companion began to sigh, Joey smiled helplessly and proposed in a polar voice: "Actually, it's not completely impossible. I had the idea that it was a little more dangerous, and if we were exposed halfway through, we would all be killed or captured. ”

"Oh, what an idea!" said the young paladin's face with a look of surprise.

"It's easy! Make a trick and take the bait! Remember the mysterious ancient statue we dug up from a ruin half a year ago? Use this thing as bait to get the dragon out of the tower to meet us. Joey unhurriedly said his plan.

"Great! That statue seems to contain an extremely powerful energy that should catch the attention of the evil black dragon. The half-elf druid's eyes lit up in agreement.

As the sole caster of the team, she tried to demystify the statue several times, but ultimately found nothing, and even the Grand Druids of the sect did not know what it was for.

"In that case, let's make a plan. First of all, we need to let the whole of Luskan know that this statue is a powerful magical item. Joey, it's up to you, okay?" the paladin turned his head to stare at his companion.

The latter curled the corners of his mouth slightly, bent down and bowed with a very exaggerated movement: "Of course! I am the most professional." In three days at most, the whole Luskan will know that you have a statue with great divine power in your hand. ”

"We have to be prepared accordingly. After all, Luskan is not Winterfell, Waterdeep, or Silvermoon, and the evil wizards inside the Spire in particular never mind resorting to extreme measures. ”

"If anyone dares to come, I'll smash their heads with a hammer!"

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