The steaming heat in the gorgeous bathroom, combined with the slightly dim lighting, makes everything around look hazy.

Zuo Si was lying in a huge pool of water at the moment, feeling the hot springs gushing out from under the palace of Silver Moon City, and every muscle and cell in his body seemed to relax.

Without a doubt, there's nothing more enjoyable than soaking in the hot water at a moderate temperature after a trip and battle in the wilderness.

In particular, the bathrooms of the Palace of Silvermoon City were specially built to cater to Erastro's special hobby of bathing and inviting friends and lovers to take a bath together.

Whether it's the magic lamps hanging from the walls, the large separate baths, or the chaise longue in the water, it's all a testament to how much this lady loves to bathe.

There are even maids who bring in alcoholic beverages and food for bathers to replenish their strength.

Of course, why do you need to replenish your physical strength in the bath, then you can't say too much detail, you can understand it.

Anyway, Zuo Si doesn't need to replenish his physical strength for the time being.

To be exact, he wasn't even in a pool with Erastro, but at least seven or eight meters away.

Through the hazy white water vapor, you can vaguely see the other party's slender figure looming in the mist, full of indescribable temptation.

Coupled with that sincerity, gentleness, tolerance, maturity and wisdom, the elect of this goddess of magic simply satisfies all the beautiful illusions that men have for the opposite sex.

It's no wonder that so many people are madly obsessed with Erastro, even Samast, the founder of the Cult of the Dragons, once fell under her skirt.

It's a pity that Zuo Si knows very well that this female "Sea King" will never give up the entire forest for the sake of a tree.

Her own overly "fraternal" personality is the biggest problem.

Legend has it that Erasdr also once housed a magical portrait of the famous dark elf ranger of the Northlands, Trister Duchaden.

As for what exactly she did with this portrait, only she knows.

Therefore, in Zuosi's opinion, Erastro may be a good friend and lover, but it is definitely not suitable for long-term life together.

Of course, those who have a cuckold plot and like to look for thrills from it are perverted.

In this regard, Trist's choice is definitely the wisest.

Although he also has a very good impression of the queen of Silvermoon City, he always knows very well that with his sensitive identity, it is impossible to stand up to the other party.

Just when Zuo Si was silently thinking about what the future of the Northland would become, Erasdra on the other side suddenly asked, "Soth, do you have any plans for the future?" Or what do you want to achieve? ”

"Plans? If you're referring to operations in the Nrainsel Islands, Baldur's Gate, and Luskan, the original idea was to make a fortune in order to buy precious magical materials that were so expensive that they were exaggerated. To put it simply, it is to collect money. Other than that, I don't have any political agendas or ambitions. ”

Zuo Si obviously understood what the Queen of Silver Moon City wanted to know, and decisively gave a clear answer.

In fact, with the opening of the New World, he was far less enthusiastic about Vanessa's original idea of controlling maritime trade on the west coast of the continent of Faeren.

Because you can easily make a lot of money by casually picking up sugar, salt, luxury goods, condiments, spices, silk, cloth, special steel, and other things from the earth of the industrial age.

And when buying things over there, Zuo Si always directly "borrowed" from drug lords, warlords, and gangsters how much money he needed, without any cost at all.

It's just that now that the entire organization and sphere of influence have been erected, and the lich and their apprentices and subordinates are all benefiting from it, it's not easy to stop it directly.

Otherwise, Zuo Si wouldn't even bother to fight the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan on this battlefield.

"Don't you want to build an ideal kingdom according to the ideas in your head? With your ingenuity and ability, it should be easy for the people under your rule to live a prosperous and comfortable life, right? Erasdra asked, leaning beside the bath, with interest.

"Abundance and comfort? Hahahaha! ”

Zuo Si couldn't help but laugh out loud, and responded while laughing: "Prosperity may not be difficult, but comfort will never be achieved.

Because there is no end to man's desires.

When a person feels hungry, perhaps a piece of bread, a grilled fish, or even a bowl of rancid leftovers will feel extremely satisfied and happy after eating it.

But if a person has a full stomach, even if the delicacies of the mountains and seas are in front of him, he can't eat too much.

On the contrary, when the most basic needs for survival and safety are satisfied, people will further crave spiritual satisfaction, such as all kinds of entertainment.

When all of these needs are met, they will go one step further and want social status and political power.

I heard that you are the first person in the history of Silvermoon City to be elected Supreme Mage by referendum.

Then I believe you should know best how terrible and ridiculous it is to let civilians who lack sufficient foresight, knowledge, and wisdom vote to decide who is the supreme leader.

And they are also very susceptible to incitement.

Often, the slightest spark can cause a massive riot in no time.

In other words, they often don't know what they are doing, and they will quickly and blindly follow the trend just by listening to some rumors, and seriously lack independent judgment.

Not to mention the use of similar methods to determine important policies of a city-state or even a state.

That's why I say that ruling is a very troublesome and time-consuming thing.

Ideally, a small elite who can understand the suffering of the people will be centralized, and the common people will be kept as far away as possible from political areas that they do not understand, so as to ensure the stability of the city-state and the state as a whole.

Only by maintaining stability can society develop steadily, and at the same time, the poor at the bottom can earn enough to support their families.

You're doing a very good job of that.

The stable situation in Silvermoon City for a century and a half has allowed most of the citizens here to accumulate a considerable degree of wealth.

When the common people have money, they generate purchasing power, which in turn creates a prosperous and stable market that attracts merchants from other places.

Over time, there was a steady stream of trade and taxes.

To be honest, Silvermoon City is the city with the fewest internal contradictions I've seen in the Faren Continent so far.

Aside from the fact that there are too many high-level mages who are not easy to manage, everything here seems to be perfect. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. But rather than compliments, I'd love to hear you point out the shortcomings and areas for improvement. From the rapid rise of the Nälancer Islands, I find that you seem to have a very unique perspective on this. ”

There is no doubt that, unlike voters such as Kelburn and Ilminster, who are less inclined to get involved in politics, Erastro is a man with clear political aspirations.

Perhaps she witnessed the fall of the famous elven city of Mi Dronor (also known as Comanso) when she was young, so she wanted to build such a city or even a country for the rest of her life.

Among them, the huge and complex enchantment inside Silvermoon City is the best proof of this, as large and complex as the elven magic lock.

For Erastro, magic and the power of the electorate are only tools to achieve his political ambitions, and the latter is the most important thing.

She prefers to hear about advanced ideas and systems for governing the country rather than magical knowledge.

As long as it can make Silvermoon City more prosperous and rich, and strengthen the connection between the towns of the Silver Moon Alliance, she is very willing to listen to and give the other party a rich reward.

In this way, the two "met frankly" in the bathroom and chatted for more than three hours, and then they came out of it unsatisfactorily.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zuo Si always felt that the maid guarding the door looked at him a little weird and not quite right.

As soon as he left Silvermoon City with his team, rumors immediately circulated among the maids that the twin electors of the goddess of poison and disease and the goddess of magic, Soth, could satisfy Her Majesty in the bathroom for more than three hours.

You must know that most of the others came out tired in less than half an hour or so.

On the premise that no magic is used, anyone who can last for an hour can be considered "talented".

And Zuo Si still looks so young, he has a promising future.

Of course, Zuo Si must not have heard these rumors.

Because when he finished his trip to the Northlands and was about to return, he was blocked by Irenikas on a country road outside Silvermoon.

You don't need to ask to know that Irenikas first went to Neverwinter but didn't find anyone, and then chased all the way from Neverwinter to Silvermoon City.

Looking at the elven archmage standing in front of him, Zuo Si immediately asked with a little curiosity: "You don't study the Sage of Amanata in the underground temple well, do you have something to do with coming all the way to find me?" ”

"I want to study the artifact scepter."

Irenikas didn't talk nonsense, and was straightforward.

"Artifact scepter? I'm sorry, but we have been in agreement for a long time. The artifact is mine, and the Holy One is yours. That's why I'm not going to give you the scepter, so I'll die before it's too late. Zuo Si bluntly refused.

Are you kidding!

The artifact was now fully charged, and its terrifying power was enough to threaten even the battle avatar of the gods.

If you hand it over at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the other party a hole card that is enough to threaten your own life?

What's more, the magical knowledge and elve-unique skills in Irenikas's mind have long been emptied, and there is no value in trading at all.

"Make a condition."

Irenikas apparently didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and was still trying to trade for his own ends.

But Zuo Si shook his head firmly: "I said it, it's impossible." No matter what the conditions, it is impossible for me to hand over the artifact to you for research. Unless...... You're going to war with me! ”

As the last word blurted out, his eyes suddenly became dangerous and aggressive.

"Why? It's nothing more than an artifact that has drained its energy. In addition, I do not want to keep it for myself, but only as a reference for studying the nature of the power of the gods. Irenikas questioned, puzzled.

"I don't want to explain this, and I don't have the need or obligation to explain it to you. No, no, no, there is no room for negotiation. ”

When he said this, Zuo Si had an unquestionable tone in his tone.

His attitude suddenly made Irenikas feel incomprehensible, and immediately squinted his eyes to find the answer in the subtle changes in expression and attitude.

But in the end, nothing came of it.

Even if he broke his head, Irenikas would not have imagined that Zuo Si would be able to go to another world to collect the power of faith, and then recharge the artifact scepter.

The two of them were silent for half a minute, and then the former took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and asked in a low voice, "Aside from the Sage of Amanata and that artifact, do you know anything related to the gods that is worth studying?" ”

"Of course! But the question is, can you afford to pay the price now? Zuo Si asked meaningfully.

"What do you want?"

Irenikas was clearly clever this time and didn't rush to make a move.

"It's very simple, help me catch five fire spirits that can grant mortals three wishing spells. Remember, each fire djinn must have three wish-granting abilities, and no one is missing. ”

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly, and he opened a price code that could definitely be regarded as "heartbreaking".

Fire Djinn is not a good man, they are very aggressive and aggressive, and they are very good at running away.

Even a legendary mage like Irenikas would have a hard time catching one, let alone five.

Moreover, the five fire djinns can grant a total of fifteen wishing spells.

Needless to say, Zuo Si intends to use this method to improve his two most important basic attributes, intelligence and perception.

Based on his current knowledge of wishing, this near-universal magic can increase a basic stat by up to five points, and it must be done all at once.

This means that if you want to get to the theoretical maximum, you have to consume five Nine Ring spell slots in one go, as well as a lot of expensive spellcasting materials and mana.

However, the wishing technique given by the fire djinn is different, and does not require the wisher to consume anything.

But the downside is that the fire djinn's wishing technique cannot be used by itself, and can only be given to other mortals.

Each fire djinn gives a mortal up to three chances to make a wish.

Therefore, theoretically, as long as there are five fire djinn, summoned once a day to make a collective wish, one of the basic attributes can reach the highest bonus.

Hearing such outrageous conditions, Irenikas immediately clenched his fists in anger and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you kidding me?" ”

"No, I just made my own conditions, and the choice is yours whether to agree or not. Anyway, when are you going to give me five sealed bottles with fire djinns, what am I telling you that there are still those things in this world that can be used to study the essence of the gods. ”

After that, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, and directly opened a portal and led the team through it to return to the Mage Tower in Ascatla.

Watching the portal grow smaller and disappear, the anger in Irenikas finally erupted, and he suddenly raised his hand and shot a dissociation ray that disintegrated a solid stone not far away into powder, and roared in a low voice, "Bastard! You wait for me! The moment I become a god, I will definitely come back to you to settle this account. ”

However, curse to curse and roar to roar, he finally used otherworldly teleportation to go to the fire elemental plane to find traces of the fire djinn.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

On top of that, Irenikas wasn't sure if he would be able to defeat Zuo Si, who was a voter.

So after careful consideration, he finally chose to endure this bad breath for the time being.

But what Irenikas didn't know was that while he was busy exploring the extremely harsh environment of the fire elemental plane, his lair had already caught fire.

I saw that in the underground temple that originally belonged to Amanata, a group of demon worshippers wearing black robes, hoods and bone masks were gathering here to prepare for the sacrificial ritual of summoning demons.

In order to summon the most powerful demon in the Abyss, they not only received a name written in the Abyssal language, but also kidnapped a large number of living people as sacrifices.

Now, this once sacred temple has been completely defiled by blood and death.

Six maidens, symbols of purity, were brutally beheaded and placed in six corners.

Their headless and naked bodies turned sideways in a strange pattern.

In the center of the pattern, the blood gathers into a small pool of blood.

In addition to this, there are at least thirty humans, halflings, and half-elves in the cages at the back.

Several of the humans were wearing clothes with the emblems and insignia of the gods, apparently clergy from the city's major temples.

These demon worshippers intend to sacrifice priests to the gods to please the demons for their twisted desires.

Seeing that everything was ready, the man in black at the head immediately shouted at his subordinates: "Let's start!" Bring all those sacrifices! ”

"Nope! No! No! Let me go! Let me go! I can give you money! I'm willing to pay no matter how much ransom it is! ”

A middle-aged man who looked like a merchant or a nobleman struggled desperately, his face full of pleading.

After seeing the cruelty of the other party with his own eyes, his psychological defense line collapsed in an instant, and he was willing to pay any price for survival.

Unfortunately, demon worshippers don't usually have their brains normal.

They clearly prefer power to money.

So after struggling for a while, the middle-aged man was forcibly pressed next to the blood pool in the middle.

Before he could shout out how much he had, he was cut off by an axe, and blood instantly gushed out from the major arteries, splashing everywhere.

"Tyr, great god of justice, please save us."

"Lord of the Dawn! Your humble believer needs help now! ”

"Ahhhh!!!!h I don't want to die! ”

……

For a moment, all the captives who were still clear-headed were stunned by the bloody and cruel scene in front of them.

Some began to pray frantically to the gods, while others yelled hysterically.

Because they realize that these cruel and tyrannical demon worshippers want to kill everyone.

However, the leader of the demon worshippers obviously didn't care about the reaction of these captives, and still methodically commanded his subordinates, forcibly bringing people up one by one and beheading them.

Whenever the blood of a living person flowed into the pool of blood, the circles on the ground drawn with the blood and corpses of pure maidens would become a little brighter.

When the last captive was also forcibly sacrificed, the entire temple of Amanata was enveloped in an aura of utter chaos and evil.

The filthy aura from the bottomless abyss was released almost unabashedly from the middle, eroding the spirits, minds, consciousness, and even souls of these demon worshippers.

Although both the Abyss and Hell are technically the most evil of the lower planes.

Compared to hell with order and rules, the abyss is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence.

Especially the demons born from the abyss, each of them is incomparably bloodthirsty, cruel, manic, and freewheeling.

Even they themselves often don't know what they're going to do in the next second.

Seeing that the passage connecting the bottomless abyss had been established, the demon worshippers led by him immediately took the lead in kneeling down, raised their hands and chanted loudly, "Monahir! Pledge allegiance to the most loyal and powerful six-armed snake demon lord of the great Queen Shatari! Please taste these sacrifices for your life and soul! Then answer our call to come down to the material world! There are countless mortal souls here waiting for you to start a war to reap the harvest!"

"You are a legend of the bloody war! He is a general who has terrified countless devils! ”

"Bless us! Plunge the world into war and destruction! ”

"May your weapons always be sharp! Willing to your enemies, crawl and tremble at your feet! ”

With the praise and shouts of the worshippers, the huge pool of blood in the middle of the circle finally began to react.

In less than a few seconds, it quickly boiled.

When boiling to the extreme, all the blood began to evaporate into a hazy red mist, which eventually slowly formed in the air into a demonic figure with a snake-like lower body, resembling the upper body of a human woman, but with six arms.

Her skin looked very fair, and her facial features were even more indescribably beautiful, and she was more than six meters tall when she stood, almost reaching the ceiling of the temple.

Each of the six arms holds six different weapons, some with swords, some with scimitars, some with flails, some with warhammers, and some with spears and two-handed greatswords.

Almost all of these weapons emit a blinding arcane aura, and you don't have to ask to know that the enchantment level is definitely above +3.

Especially from the astonishing destructive power emanating from this snake demon's body, it is not difficult to see that she has long been out of the level of an ordinary snake demon and is an out-and-out secondary abyss lord.

And a demon of this level, even in the bottomless abyss where there are so many lords, can be regarded as the number one person.

What's more, the six-armed snake demons are different from other demons in that they are more fanatical about war and killing.

Among them, the six-armed snake demon queen and the lord of the 531st layer of the abyss, Shatari, once led the six-armed snake demon army under her command to cause the devil to suffer heavy losses.

It also made the bloodiness and violence of the bloody battle rise to a level that even many demon lords and devil dukes could not bear.

So in the end, some of Shatari's enemies in the abyss and the devil actually signed a secret agreement to imprison him in a prison called the "Well of Darkness" through some kind of conspiracy.

However, rumor has it that the six-armed snake demon queen has escaped from the famous prison where countless Abyss Lords have been trapped, and has quietly returned to her own level of rule to regain her strength, intending to reunite her minions who have fallen into chaos and infighting, and then take revenge on her enemies who plotted against her.

Of course, news like these from the bottomless abyss is difficult for most people in the material world to access.

This has led to many people who try to summon demons, who have the correct name, but fail to summon them again and again.

The reason is very simple, these summoned demons are basically either dead or imprisoned by a more powerful force, and they are not able to respond at all.

Fortunately, the six-armed snake demon sub-lord in front of him had not yet become the defeated side in the bitter civil war, so he responded to the summons and descended on these fanatical demon worshippers.

After a full minute, when the blood-colored mist had completely condensed into a solid body, she began to observe her surroundings and the simple and rough circle under her feet, which was not blessed with any protection.

In the end, Monahir confirmed that these small mortals kneeling in front of him really dared to summon themselves without any protection, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, and she said in the ancient abyssal language, "You have done a good job, believer. Now tell me, what kind of reward do you want? ”

"Strength! Please give us the power of the great abyss! ”

The demon worshipper at the head jerked his head up, his face full of ecstasy.

In other words, almost all demon worshippers, without exception, want to join and become one of the demons.

In this way, they have an endless lifespan and great power.

"Give, drink it, and you'll be blessed with the Great Abyss."

As he spoke, Monahir fished out a pool of black blood that had been infiltrated by the power of the abyss from the pool of blood that was about to dry under his feet, and handed it directly to the other party.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that anything that has been polluted by the breath of the abyss will contain terrible poison without exception.

And its amazing chaotic power will make a person unconsciously degenerate and crazy.

However, the demon worshippers at the head obviously did not have the expertise in this area, so they did not even hesitate, and immediately opened their mouths and drank a large mouthful of foul-smelling blood.

Next Second......

He felt as if he had been bitten by thousands of insects, and he fell to his knees and let out a scream of pain.

"Ahh!!!!!!!!h

Immediately after, the blood vessels that dotted every corner of the body began to burst one after another.

The whole person became a blur of flesh and blood in less than a few seconds, and finally fell to the ground on his back and swallowed his last breath.

Needless to ask, he simply could not withstand the incomparably evil, filthy, and chaotic power of the abyss.

In other words, in the eyes of the abyss, this guy is far from evil enough, chaotic enough, and crazy enough.

The death of the leader undoubtedly made the other demon worshippers feel fear.

They couldn't believe that they had finally summoned a powerful six-armed snake demon, but they had obtained such a result, and their eyes revealed a look of panic.

But Mona Hill clearly didn't intend to give the guys a chance to regret it, and handed the blood to everyone and made them drink it in a semi-forced way.

In the end, only two of the thirty or so demon worshippers succeeded in gaining the approval of the abyss, transforming from mortals into half-human, half-demon forms.

Although the appearance is still largely human, the yellow vertical pupils that resemble beasts reveal the characteristics of creatures in the lower planes.

The rest either died tragically or refused to drink, and were easily crushed to death by the six-armed snake demon lord like a bedbug.

Looking at the two half-demons in front of him who had successfully transformed, Monahir unceremoniously ordered, "Go, go to that city on the surface to collect the materials on this list." I'm going to build a teleportation orb to teleport the army in the abyss before I can start a war and plunder enough souls. ”

"As you wish, great lord."

The two demon worshippers hurriedly knelt down and made a five-body bow.

From the moment they turned into demons, their mentality had already undergone a very subtle change, and they only worshiped the snake demon in front of them from the bottom of their hearts, and they could no longer raise the slightest will to resist.

After the two of them had completely left, Monahir immediately licked her seductive red lips and muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "I'm so lucky to be summoned to a world full of mortals." As long as I harvest enough souls here, I will be able to obtain a steady stream of soldiers to win the war against Kaliva. ”

There is no doubt that for any demon, the material world is the equivalent of a wheat field.

And mortals and their souls are like wheat growing in a field waiting to be harvested.

Only with a sufficient source of souls can the Demon Lord transform them into different forms of soldiers, such as larvae, cowardice, and little demons.

Of course, there seems nothing wrong with calling it "cannon fodder".

In the midst of one never-ending war after another, the best of these low-level demons will slowly discover and strengthen the connection between themselves and the abyss, and then evolve into higher-level demons.

Due to the chaotic nature of the bottomless abyss, the evolution of demons is not as stable as that of demons.

In fact, the evolution of demons is completely random.

Searching the entire abyss, you will never find two identical demons.

Even demons that are classified into the same type will be very different from each other.

Sometimes the difference is in appearance, and sometimes it's in the form of innate abilities and spell-like abilities acquired in the course of evolution.

Not to mention the random mutations that even the most senior demonologists don't know what to call them.

Those who have a deep understanding of the abyss and demons are often well aware that categorizing countless demons is a meaningless and time-wasting task.

When a low-level demon evolves into a high-level demon, its identity will change from cannon fodder to the right and left hand of commanders, generals, and lords.

But the relationship is not solid.

Because the devil obeys the law of the jungle.

Unless the lord can always remain far stronger than his men, betrayal can happen at any time, and there is not even the slightest warning beforehand.

Compared to the other demons in the abyss, the six-armed snake demon is actually a more "loyal" type.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be the favorite advisors, spouses, lovers, and commanders of armies of many Demon Lords.

But this loyalty is only relative to other demons.

Soon, Monahir summoned several subordinates from the abyss through the abilities of his second-level demon lord and began to transform the temple hidden underground.

You must know that summoning an army of demons in the Continent of Faeron is not an easy task.

Because of the presence of the gods, all preparations must be made with extreme care.

Otherwise, once exposed, what awaits this six-armed snake demon will be a steady stream of "adventurers" who are enough to terrify the entire multiverse.

Not to mention just a minor Abyss Lord, even the most powerful demon prince Demogorgen will be killed.

……

At the same time, it is located underground in the Tower of the Mage of Askatra.

Zuo Si, who had just finished his trip to the Northland, was carefully fiddling with the bodies of the two deceased.

One of them is a human warrior who was killed during a raid on the lair of Shangra, the lord of the runes, and the other is a legendary orc warrior and chosen one who was recently killed.

I saw that he used very skillful movements to cut off the relatively well-preserved organs and limbs on the two corpses, and then reassembled and stitched them together.

With his mastery of necromantic magic, it took him less than an hour to complete the task at hand, and finally put the heart belonging to the murder god Bal into his chest, and then immediately said to several summoned lichs, "Let's start! ”

"As you wish!"

The six lichs immediately raised their hands and began chanting magic spells aloud, injecting astonishing negative energy into the transformed corpse.

As for Zuo Si himself, he stood in the middle of the circle and guided this energy.

Exactly ten hours later, when the heart of the god began to beat, the stitched corpse finally slowly opened its eyes, exuding a chilling aura of killing and death.

And that's not all!

Under the influence of Baal's heart, its body began to expand rapidly, its skin grew a thick gray-blue cuticle at an incredible rate, and a large number of black sharp bone spurs grew from its body, its hands and feet also turned into claws, and its head was more demon-like than a demon, acidic saliva flowed out from between the fangs of the mouth, dripping on the ground with a loud and snorting sound, and a thick and long tail dragged behind its buttocks.

"It's ...... Killers? ”

One of the lichs apparently recognized the meaning of this form, and their mouths grew in surprise.

"No, not exactly. If it were a more appropriate word, it would be called a death killer. It seems that this heart of God did not disappoint. Even after losing all its divine powers, it is still a rare treasure. If you take out a few of the Children of Baal and take the Killing Divinity from them, then this undead creature will become incredibly powerful. ”

Zuo Si touched his chin and commented with interest.

Because it does not use magic to grant it intelligence and the ability to think independently, no matter how powerful the Death Slayer becomes, it is ultimately only a minion and puppet under his control.

If it weren't for the need to continue to enhance it in the future, it would be crafted into a creature card in minutes.

"What a masterpiece. It's a pity that it's impossible to obtain a second one with a top-level necromantic magic material like the Heart of a Dead God. ”

Vanessa stepped closer, reaching out and gently caressing the scaly, hard cuticle of the Death Slayer's body, his tone revealing deep regret.

As a necromancer, he was originally passionate about creating all kinds of powerful necromantic creatures.

Recently, he has transformed the corpses of several dead dragons into zombie dragons or bone dragons without sanity, and he is extremely eager to get such a treasure and make a top-level undead of his own hand.

Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Don't say it so absolutely, who can say clearly about the future." After all, Baal is not the only god who has died in this magical land. By the way, how are your preparations for war on your side? ”

"The fleet has been assembled and ready to give Luskan's pirates a head-on blow. On top of that, I've used that crate you gave me to pack an army of the undead that can be parachuted through teleportation to the Arcane Brotherhood's Tower for a general assault. I assure you that as soon as the war begins, this ridiculous group of enemies will fall apart in just one day. ”

As she said this, Vanessa's tone was filled with intense confidence.

Because with the knowledge of the Netharel Scroll from the notes provided by Zuo Si, its casting level has increased again in more than a year, and it is very close to crossing that threshold to become a legendary mage.

Similarly, the other lich's spell-casting abilities within the organization are also improving by leaps and bounds, and the number of core members who have mastered the magic of the Nine Rings has reached a staggering ten.

Even two of the most powerful mages in the Baldur's Gate area, Habather Delin and Tyrantyre, were tempted by knowledge to join the Order and transform themselves into lichs.

Therefore, in Vanessa's opinion, if there is a problem with a third-rate spellcaster organization like the Arcane Brotherhood, then he can die, and there is no need to continue to live in this world and be ashamed.

"Excellent! In that case, let's find the right time to do it. I've already said hello to Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and Silvermoon. Among them, Waterdeep and Silvermoon will choose to ignore them, while Neverwinter will join forces with surrounding towns as allies to contain some of Luskan's forces. While I don't think it makes any sense, it will make our actions less politically isolated. ”

Zuo Si simply and neatly delegated power to this lich who was keen to expand the sphere of influence of the organization.

As the so-called professional things are left to professional people.

Coupled with the fact that he himself had no experience in ruling and commanding armies, and was also not interested in it, delegating power was the best option.

Vanessa had obviously been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and hurriedly touched his chest with one hand and bowed: "Understood, I will take care to give these allies some sweetness." In addition, when this war is over, we will be the second largest maritime power on the west coast of the Feron continent after Am. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the island of Mingtan seems to have become a little uneasy lately, and I suspect they may have secretly allied themselves with the pirates of Luskan. ”

"Mingtan Island? Didn't they fight a naval battle with the pirates of Luskan some time ago? A puzzled expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Like all the islands in the Jianwan area close to the mainland, Mingtan Island is also a gathering place for pirates.

However, unlike other pirate messes, a man named Tarnhil Enbuyil Khan used violent means to forcibly integrate the various parts of the island and establish a relatively stable regime.

All those who tried to resist were mercilessly executed.

Therefore, in the rumors of the outside world, he has always appeared as a tyrant.

But it is undeniable that since the tyrant, the local inhabitants of Myentan Island have turned to mercenaries and trade instead of raiding for a living.

However, the traditions that have been preserved in the past have made them very tolerant of the pirate profession.

Even many notorious pirate gangs can dock, resupply, and sell looted goods and ships here.

Zuo Si had always felt that this small island was not large enough in terms of population size or strength to threaten the rapidly rising Nelanthor Islands, so he basically ignored it.

But who would have thought that he would not go to the other party for trouble, and the other party would dare to take the initiative to find trouble for himself.

It's just impatient to live......

(End of chapter)