Three days passed in a flash.

When Luskan's army poured out, the situation in the entire Northland changed dramatically, and countless towns and villages were nervously watching their route, for fear of accidentally becoming the target of attack.

With the unparalleled number and quality of his army, Luskan has long ceased to be the bag of gas that is often beaten by the alliance of lords, but a completely militarized trading empire, with no other city than the Silver Moon Alliance in the east and the Deep Water City in the south.

When the vanguard of the army reached the outskirts of the Neverwinter Forest, the lords of Waterdeep finally couldn't sit still and immediately convened an emergency meeting overnight to discuss how to stop their ambition to annex Neverwinter.

You must know that even an idiot can see that the plague-ravaged Neverwinter has long since lost the strength to resist Luskan.

What's more, their traditional allies, Lord Nasir and the Church of the God of Justice, have been expelled by the angry populace, and now they can only hide in the castle with a dead face.

"We must send troops, or Waterdeep will lose not just a barrier, but countless trades. Luskan's fleet would be like a sharp dagger against the throat of the merchants. A masked lord stood up and shouted.

"Damn, we don't have that many soldiers right now, and we can't afford to recruit an army big enough to confront Luskan head-on. The other lord cupped his forehead and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Then borrow money! Borrow from merchants and mages! Use our future taxes as collateral!"

"That's right! We must fight this war! And we must win it! Otherwise, if Luskan continues to expand, the entire Sword Sea will soon be swallowed up by them, and then an evil empire will be born. ”

"Are you idiots, do you know what terrible the mortgage tax can do?"

"We can't mortgage the taxes! Otherwise, we won't have the money to pay the soldiers and maintain the fragile order in the city." ”

......

While the lords were arguing, the closed door suddenly slammed open.

I saw an officer in his thirties running in panting and shouting at everyone present, "No...... Oh no! Luskan's fleet is attacking our port!"

"What...... Say it again!" The lord who was the first to speak stood abruptly, his tone full of shock and anger.

"Luskan's fleet is attacking the port area! They have succeeded in destroying and seizing all the ships in the bay, and now they are estimated to have landed and begun to loot the surrounding warehouses and houses. The officer hurried to say what he knew in the quickest and most concise language.

"Bastards, how dare they?"

"War! Luskan is declaring war on Waterdeep City! Declaring war on the entire Alliance of Lords!"

"Gather an army and drive these damned robbers out to sea!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have no way out! Come, let go of all baggage, and let Luskan see the iron fist of justice. ”

"Gather all the lords of the Northlands! It's time to form a massive coalition and teach them a lesson!"

......

It has to be said that as a strategically located city of deep water, it is indeed profound, and in less than two hours, it has recruited more than 5,000 troops and a number of adventurers, and began to clear out the Luskan Navy, which is actually a pirate.

Seeing his subordinates retreating, Ian put away the binoculars unhurriedly and said to his adjutant with a smile: "Blow the horn and let everyone retreat, our goal has been achieved." ”

"Goal achieved?" the adjutant blinked.

"Yes, we have only two missions south, one is to destroy the ships and force them to march to Neverwinter by land. The other is to anger the lords of Waterdeep and get them to gather more troops. Ian explained nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I don't quite understand the point of doing this. ”

"You don't need to know much, just remember to follow orders. The master doesn't just want to defeat Waterdeep, his goal is much more than you might think. ”

As he said this, a silver-white flame flashed in Ian's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he was expecting something.

At the same time, Mandahn Manor, far away in Neverwinter, has welcomed a special guest, a tall human male in chain mail. He had lost his right wrist and had bloody gauze wrapped around one of his eyes.

"Ahh I can't believe you're still in the mortal realm after all this turbulent year. Zhang Cheng pretended to be surprised and teased.

For the one who came was not a mortal at all, but a sage of Tyre, the god of justice, a true god.

"You're not mortal! You're a demigod? No, no, you're not a demigod, you haven't attained the priesthood, but you've learned how to harness the power of faith. Who are you?" asked the Sage of the God of Justice with a serious expression.

"Does it matter who I am? The name is just a code name, and when the Pantheon shows up with my seat, the gods will be the first to know. I'm curious, what makes you willing to take a huge risk to come to the material world, is it because I expelled your church?" Zhang Cheng didn't feel nervous or frightened at all, but took the initiative to pour the other party a glass of fine wine.

He could feel that the other party was not looking for trouble at all, but just wanted to see who had ruined his plan.

That's right!

The terrible plague that has swept through Neverwinter is a trivial matter in the eyes of this god of justice, and what he really cares about is the creator race hidden in the shadows.

For the human gods of the Faren Continent, these reptilian creatures, which are older than most of the gods, should not wake up from their slumber again, let alone reappear in this world.

Especially the prodigiously powerful primordial magic, which was a great threat even to the gods.

So the creator race must die!

The Sage of Tyre picked up the cup, took a sip of the slightly sour red liquid, and shook his head gently, "No! you didn't use divine power in this game, so I won't go against the rules set by His Majesty Io, the god of the gods. I'm here because of another thing, something that even the gods are concerned about, and that is the revival of the Creator race. You should feel the terrible power of those reptiles. ”

"You want me to destroy them?" Zhang Cheng said tentatively with interest.

"Yes, as long as you promise to do that, I promise that no god will interfere in the entire pantheon. ”

"Leave it to me, I'll show those cute little reptiles how pathetic and self-defeating their plans are......"