The Supreme Ring was in Chen Ang's hand, like the most unpretentious ring, it was not at all conspicuous, but Helast could still feel the terrifying power that wanted to throw his soul into it, maybe it was an illusion, or maybe it wasn't. He understood that his soul had long since become a slave to the Lord of the Rings, and that the One Ring was subject to only one person.

Lord of Darkness, Vader. Morgoth.

In front of him, Hylaster couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resisting, even if Hylastt forged the other nineteen rings with his own hands, the psychic power of the Nine Rings of Brass, the magical power of the Seven Rings of Iron, and even the arcane chains of the Three Rings of Jewels, all surrendered to the darkness that corrupted the soul of the Supreme Ring.

Chen Ang gently glued the magic power of Naya of the Fire Ring, the power of the ancient elves' high arcane power rooted in the magic web, and shook the majesty of this Mystra, through a series of entanglement, engagement, bending, coiling, overlapping, twisting, stretching of the magic web, this structure woven according to mysterious laws, formed a complex and grand spell structure.

The fire elemental plane has crept closer to the Overworld through the Aether.

The vast, vast energy flowed from the fire elemental plane to the Overworld, and was bound and controlled by Naya's power, forming a pillar of clouds that penetrated the sky and the earth in the sea outside the Deep Water City.

Ring of Blazing Fire!

The power of the Supreme Ring controls this powerful ring, and only this power that can be traced back to the origin of the Ring can overwhelm the tyrannical elemental ocean, and the boiling sea water rolls, turning a sea area for dozens of miles into a dead domain. The steam and heat evaporated into the sky, forming an incomparably dense cloud layer, and the powerful power of the fire elemental quietly accumulated in the clouds.

Hylast even sensed that several very powerful Fire Elemental Elders were hovering in this anomalous area. Enjoy and guard this volcano in the sky.

Then there is the Water Ring Nanya, the power of the misty lock controls a part of the Water Element Ring, projected on the sea, and the powerful water element breath quickly attracts a part of the power of the sea, setting off monstrous waves on the sea. Sea monsters and water elementals come out of the depths of the sea and make waves on the surface of the sea.

The confrontation between fire and water had already begun at the same time in the clouds above and the ocean below, and the chaotic elemental torrent triggered a fierce confrontation between water and fire, forming a powerful wind disturbance in the air, making the sea near Waterdeep City a terrifying place like hell.

Viya, the last jewel ring, invoked the power of the wind elemental plane in the air. It also completely detonated the confrontation between the water elemental plane and the fire elemental plane. An unprecedented storm that shrouded hundreds of miles, between the three rings, reached the conditions for existence. In the vicinity of Waterdeep, a huge hurricane is forming.

"The madness of nature, even the gods should be shaken!"

Natural disasters have enveloped Waterdeep, turning it almost into an isolated island, and this huge port is frequented by foreign exchanges. Nearly severed. Maybe the only way to keep calm is underground?

Rustling...... Rustling......

The road to Skull Harbor is rough and dark. The spiders and monsters lurked in the corners of the stone path, awakened by the subtle grinding sound, and cautiously poked their forelimbs into the ground, sensing the slightest tremor in the grotto labyrinth. But they were soon frightened into the cracks in the ground, for it was the sound of steel rubbing against fur, and leather touching the ground. From thousands of different individuals.

Clashing, rubbing, striking, the toughest steel makes the most pleasant moan, converging into a torrent. Converge into the sea, converge into waves, with unstoppable might, flood this grotto labyrinth. This is the voice of the army, the poetry of war.

Fleshy mosses spread their tentacles into the air, and mucus and foul-smelling blankets crawled out of the cracks in the rocks, carrying the remains of spiders and monsters on their gelatinous blankets.

Skull Harbor is another Water-Deep city, the City of Darkness. Hidden beneath the beneath and subterranean labyrinths of Waterdeep, it's a favorite of smugglers and fringe alike, and the sewers connect it to the city, forming the other side of the city that is rotten, stinky, dark and depraved.

It is the hooligans and villains who live here, something that sustains itself by smuggling, coercion, violence and blood, in other words, a rival of Chen Ang's Bloody Hand Gang, a dynamic social organization.

Leker clutched his spellbook and stumbled between the rubble and the chasm, and when he looked up, he could see the iron spine of the orc warrior and the heavy armor almost as large as his. There are quite a few such warriors around him, and by a simple comparison, they are only one-tenth of the legal population of Waterdeep.

That's what he's seen, less than a fifth of the entire army.

For a while, the rather young boy had not been able to figure out some of the things it contained, the number was still a mathematical concept to him, and if he knew, he would not have made such a naïve suggestion to Chen Ang as 'assassinating the head of a rival'. It is only when this concept is associated with the slaughter, the destruction, the domination, and the tyranny that it is dominant.

The torrent of steel, cold, stiff, has a cruel beauty, Leke doesn't know how he found the word beauty in the hideous ugly faces of these orcs, but those huge pieces of iron are full of a unique charm. A hideous domineering spirit that stems from the charm of killing.

Watching this torrent push open the gate of Skull Harbor with a slow but powerful force enough to destroy everything, Leke couldn't help but press his right hand on his face, feeling the cold stinging sensation and rusty smell that belonged to steel. The smell tempted him to stick out the tip of his tongue and lick it on his fingers, and then he felt a fact that he would never forget in his life:

Iron tastes the same as blood!

This is the Port of Skull, where every inch of land is stained with blood, where every fortune is not easy to come by, where ambition, greed and blood, where the law is extrahuman, where the Shadow City is the one in which the thieves' union, Enassar, is the de facto controller of order.

In that remote corner of the shadows, there was a very thin shack, and it was hard to imagine that this would be the meeting place of the thieves' union, Enasar.

Here the usurers, the chicken heads, and the thieves, discuss their flowing wealth and power, and the greedy snatching with a hint of fleshy bones, in fact gives them enough motivation that they can even pull oil out of the stone and draw the benefits as such. They have no position, they have no principles, and their only soul destination is the endless abyss of greed. (To be continued......)