There is no doubt that the rebellion that broke out in the Arcane Brotherhood in Luskan instantly shocked the entire Northland like a bomb.

Ever since Aklem Grace came to Luskan and founded the Arcane Brotherhood, he has been the undisputed ruler of the city and the surrounding area.

It has been maintained for a full ten or twenty years now, and no one has dared to challenge his authority.

But now, the four tower masters actually joined forces with several other high-level mages to overthrow the tyrant's rule in one fell swoop.

Not only that, but they also hit the latter so hard that they had to flee in an extremely embarrassed manner, and it is unknown whether they are still alive or not.

On top of that, the timing of this rebellion was so sensitive that whether it was Silvermoon, Neverwinter, or Waterdeep, near the south, they felt that these guys were completely insane.

Because the rulers of these cities have learned that the fleet of the Nälancer Islands has just wiped out Luskan's fleet, and has now landed in the Whalebone Islands to clean up the pirates who have allies with Luskan.

Moreover, Zuo Si had also said hello before, making it clear that he was going to completely destroy the Arcane Brotherhood this time and include Luskan in his sphere of influence.

So the Arcane Brotherhood will break out at such a time of serious civil strife, and they simply don't know how to write the word "death".

Realizing that the opportunity to defeat his old enemy Luskan was imminent, Lord Nasir, despite the opposition of his men, immediately contacted some of his traditional allies in the surrounding area, formed a coalition of up to 4,000 men, and marched to the border in a posture of attack.

Sensing this, the Arcane Society did not care about fighting for power, and immediately ordered the few armies in the city to organize and confront the Neverwinter coalition forces across a river.

But the interesting thing is that neither side has the slightest chance to make the first move, but strictly restricts its soldiers and prohibits some provocative actions.

For Neverwinter, as long as it can hold back this part of Luskan's troops, it will be considered a complete task, and there is no need to take a huge risk to fight hard.

Luskan, on the other hand, had just lost almost all of his fleet and skilled sailors, leaving only a few little-known ordinary pirate captains to barely maintain the situation, and did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

Once they lose, then what awaits Luskan will be complete destruction.

Not to mention anything else, just the orcs, half-orcs, barbarians, goblins, wolves, giants, ogres, trolls and other monsters from the north can slaughter everyone in the city, and even become food for each other.

Don't think it's a joke!

At the most dangerous times, Luskan even issued an emergency order to prohibit all non-human sapient beings from approaching the walls.

This shows how terrifying the survival pressure of this city, which stands in the northernmost part of the Faren continent, is frightening.

It is this kind of "fear of the wolf with a hemp rod" that makes it very rare for the two sides to maintain a delicate balance.

Looking at the nervous and anxious reactions of the soldiers on the other side of the river, Lord Nasir immediately smiled and said to the holy warrior beside him, "It seems that the news is true. Luscan's fleet was literally wiped out, and Aklem Grace was wounded in the rebellion and fled. Both the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan are in turmoil. It won't be long before the biggest threat to the Northland is eradicated once and for all. ”

"Your Excellency, I must warn you that this is not in accordance with the teachings of Tyr, the god of justice." Erebeth's expression was visibly a little tangled.

Because strictly speaking, Neverwinter's role in this incident is not honorable, and it has nothing to do with the word justice, it is all an exchange of politics and interests.

"I know this is not in line with Tyre's teachings. But the problem is that there is never any justice in politics. As a lord, the only thing I can do is to do everything I can to fight for the benefit of Neverwinter without violating my principles, and to ensure that all its inhabitants are not harmed by the outside world. ”

As he said this, Lord Nasir visibly showed helplessness.

If he can, he also hopes to be able to implement his ideals as he did when he took risks, and use the sword in his hand to hoe the strong and help the weak, and save those innocent people in danger.

But if you do this in politics, Neverwinter will fall into a situation from which you will never recover.

"What kind of promise did Soth make that you willing to take such a big risk?" Erebeth probed in a tone that wasn't quite sure.

Lord Nasir replied nonchalantly, "A lot! This includes the purchase of fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and dairy products from Neverwinter, and the supply of sugar, salt, spices, condiments, cloth, silk, and grain, and most importantly, the finest ingots. Remember those swords, helmets, and cuirasses that were commissioned by the blacksmith not long ago? ”

Erebeth nodded slightly, "Of course I do." The blacksmiths praised the quality of the ingots, and considered the finished product to be in no way inferior to +1 enchantment level magic weapons and armor. ”

"These ingots are the deposits that Souths paid us in advance. And such ingots, after the completion of the matter, will provide us with another 1,500 pieces, which is enough to arm an army of about 3,000 men. ”

As he spoke, Lord Nasir set his eyes on the guards of Neverwinter, who had just finished changing their outfits.

The gleaming armor and weapons on their bodies alone were the envy of those in the coalition from other towns.

You must know that although Neverwinter has hot springs from underground, rich in various agricultural products, poultry and livestock, it does not have any decent iron ore resources. You can only buy it from other places at a high price.

Therefore, Zuosi can provide a stable supply of special steels from the industrial era, which is very attractive to Neverwinter.

"Well, maybe you're right. I still have reservations about Neverwinter joining the war. Erebeth eventually relented.

As one of the Supreme Military Commanders, she knew all too well that the Neverwinter army was hungry for high-quality steel.

In addition, Miraba, a steel-producing town in the Northland, is located in the upper reaches of the Miral River, and if you take a relatively cheap waterway, you will inevitably pass through Luskan, and you may be plundered by pirates at any time.

If you go overland, you will need to make a large circle through the town of Long Saddle, the Three Pig Land, and the town of Red Pine, and finally reach Waterdeep, from which you will cross the Sword Mountains and the Swamp of the Dead.

The cost spike caused by the monsters along the way and the long-distance transportation by land alone is enough to make the price of these military supplies soar several times or even more than ten times.

Not to mention how much goods and wealth a thriving maritime trade could bring to the city after the Luskan pirates disappeared.

As a result, no city in the Northlands would have longed for Luskan to disappear or to have a new owner as Neverwinter.

Lord Nasir shrugged his shoulders disapprenosingly: "It's okay, as long as you don't openly oppose it." In fact, the Church of the Righteous God doesn't support me, but I have to do it anyway. Once a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this is missed, I am afraid there will be no next time. ”

"How long will it be before the fleet of the Nälancer Islands will be able to reach Luskan and launch a general assault?" Erebeth couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe three days, maybe five days. I'm looking forward to Luskane, who is always fond of foreign aggression and expansion, and how he will react when a large fleet appears in their harbor. ”

As he said this, Lord Nasir had an undisguised schadenfreude in his tone.

After all, that's how Luskan threatened a series of surrounding city-states, including Neverwinter.

With a large fleet of pirates, they ransacked whoever they wanted, and the ports and ships of Neverwinter were robbed more than once.

At its worst, most of the docklands were occupied by pirates, and countless warehouses, houses, and shops were emptied and then set on fire.

As for the inhabitants, those who resisted were invariably mercilessly slaughtered, and the captives were all taken onto ships and transported back to Luskan as slaves to be sold.

Young and beautiful women are also subjected to inhumane gang rape and abuse.

In short, since the establishment of Neverwinter, the blood feud with Luskan cannot be said for three days and three nights.

Lord Nasir wants to put an end to the feud between the two sides under his rule, and to get justice for the people who were killed in Neverwinter.

After all, there are many understandings of "justice", and "righteous revenge" is naturally included in it.

"Will we attack then?" Erebeth subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"It's up to our allies to send someone to help. Knowing that many of this coalition forces are the last force used by the surrounding towns to fend off the threat from the Savage World, I don't want them to lose too much. ”

With that, Lord Nasir ignored the young paladin, who held an increasingly important position under him, and walked alone towards the tent not far away.

He had some details about the war that he needed to talk to the representatives of other towns.

Erebeth stood still, confused.

Because as her position became higher and her responsibilities increased, she began to gradually come into contact with some of the dark side of politics, as well as a lot of insider trading.

And this kind of behavior is undoubtedly a kind of torture and torment for the holy warriors, who symbolize absolute goodness and order.

Although most of the time, she was able to understand the choice made by Lord Nasir.

But understanding is one thing, identification is another.

While the entire Northland was in disbelief at the outbreak of civil unrest in the Arcane Brotherhood, Akelim Grace, who had fled to the safe house, was drinking a vial of a potion of serious injuries with trembling hands, temporarily stabilizing his dying and aging body.

At this moment, he no longer looks as majestic and cold as usual, but is as weak as an old man in his last years.

There is no doubt that this high-level rebellion was fatal to him.

The physical damage is secondary, and the key is the mental and psychological blows.

Aklem Grace couldn't help but wonder if what he had done before was wrong, and that he shouldn't have given those tower owners too much power, let alone allowed the bottomless infighting within the Arcane Brotherhood.

Unfortunately, it's too late to think about it.

He now has nothing left except for an aging body that may not be able to hold on for even a year.

As for returning to regain leadership of the Arcane Brotherhood and even Luscan, it is impossible to do so in its current state.

Although the tower masters and high-ranking mages will be locked into a new round of infighting over the division of power, Aklem Grace dares to promise that as soon as he appears, the other party will immediately drop everything and join forces against him.

"Damn bastards! Traitor! Someday I'm going to make you pay for it! A more terrible price than death! The old mage cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Just as he pushed open the door and wanted to go out to breathe, he suddenly found a very beautiful-looking woman standing at the door of his safe house, and said in a slightly strange tone: "Ah! You've finally appeared, Aklem Grace. You know, I've been waiting for you in this town for quite some time. ”

"Who are you?!"

The old mage immediately stepped back vigilantly, and prepared to activate the protective magic of the safe house.

Ever since he had experienced a raid that nearly resulted in death, he had become extremely nervous, looking like everyone was here to kill him.

After all, after ruling the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan for so many years, Achillm Grace has offended too many people and enemies.

God knows when an assassin with a harpist will suddenly emerge from the corner and plunge a sharp dagger straight into the eye, back of the heart, or jaw.

"You can call me Nephitis. I'm here to negotiate a deal with you on behalf of a powerful Hell Lord. ”

As she spoke, the beautiful woman quickly shed her disguise and revealed her true form.

Delicate magical armor, huge black wings, a longbow that seemed to be wrapped in red flames, and a long sword inserted in the scabbard at his waist, he was more than one meter eight tall, and exuded an indescribable depravity all over his body.

There is no doubt that this is a devil from the hell of Bato, and it is the most special kind of "lust" among many devils.

Unlike most demons who accumulate enough credit to be approved for promotion to a higher form, Lust cannot be promoted in form.

In the same way, other demons cannot become lustful demons through promotion.

There are only two ways to give birth to Lust Demons, one is for the Lust Demons to give birth to their own offspring, and the other is for pure celestial beings to be corrupted and corrupted by the forces of hell.

Zariel, the "Daughter of War", the lord of the first layer of hell, was interested in bloody battles and finally chose to join them herself, only to die tragically under the siege of endless armies of demons and demons.

Recognizing its great potential, Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, eventually resurrected it and endowed it with a unique form, appointing him as the lord at the forefront of the fight against demons.

In a way, Zariel's birth is the epitome of countless celestial beings who have degenerated into demons.

It's just that her previous strength was very strong, and after her resurrection, she became the lord of the first layer of hell.

After the fall of other celestial creatures, most of them were in the form of lust.

As for the Lust Demon and the Devil Deal, which is famous even in the multiverse, it is naturally impossible for Aklem Grace, who is a mage, not to know, and immediately asked vigilantly: "You want my soul?" ”

"Hehe, why not? After all, your soul has long been filled with evil, and you are an unbeliever yourself. Do you think there is a better alternative to hell? Don't tell me I'm a demon in the abyss. Only true madmen and psychopaths would choose to give their souls to demons. ”

The self-proclaimed Nephitis Demon smiling through the old mage's psychological defenses.

In fact, she's been watching them for a long time, dating back to Aklem Grace's arrival in Luskan and the start of the Arcane Brotherhood from scratch and bringing the pirates under her control.

Through these actions, the demon can be 100% sure that this is a precious soul that meets the requirements of its master.

"Stop dreaming! I'm not going to trade my soul! Akelim Grace sternly refused.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, why don't you listen to what I can offer? After all, now that you have half a foot in the coffin, you will face physical death in three to four months at most. ”

As he spoke, the Lust Demon pulled out a parchment scroll that smelled of sulfur from somewhere.

Although Aklem Grace was very resistant to selling his soul, he opened it with the mentality of giving it a try.

As a result, this glance made his whole body begin to tremble with excitement.

Because the condition prescribed by the devil is exactly what he needs most at the moment, that is, a complete transformation of the lich ritual.

Not only that, but the demons also promised to help them regain the rule of the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan after they became lichs.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Nephietis blinked meaningfully.

As the most knowledgeable force in the entire multiverse about the "art of trading", the reason why the Devil's Pact is so famous is that they can always offer tempting terms that the other party cannot refuse.

Akelim Grace was clearly hesitating and struggling.

It took a full two or three minutes before he cautiously tested, "If I transform into a lich, you won't be able to take my soul, will you?" ”

Nephitis smiled and replied, "No, you're wrong. There are many ways to control a soul, and it's not like you become a lich to escape the fulfillment of your contract. And do you think you're capable of standing up to a powerful Hell Lord? ”

"Before I sign this contract, will I have the privilege of knowing that I will serve that lord in the future?" The old mage nervously clenched his fists subconsciously.

"The lord of Dis on the second level of hell - Archduke Disbat. He now needs enough minions to form a faction on the physical plane, and you are the chosen one. ”

The desire demon didn't have any intention of hiding it, and Dafang showed the identity of the owner behind it.

She believed that the other party should be very clear about the meaning of the name Archduke Disbat.

Hearing that he was being watched by a Hell Lord, an expression of disbelief suddenly appeared on Aklem Grace's wrinkled face, and then he couldn't help but question, "Why me?" Or rather, what do you want me to do? ”

"Quite simply, Grand Duke Disbart wants you to sacrifice a man's soul to him. As long as you can do this, your soul will belong to you again. The demon replied playfully.

"What kind of soul can make a Hell Lord so interested?" Akelim Grace continued to probe tentatively.

Although he desperately wanted to sign the contract at the moment, what little sanity he had left kept reminding him to figure out the situation first.

The Demon stretched out a finger and lightly swiped it in the air, instantly creating a slightly blurry image out of thin air, and introduced quietly: "His name is Soth, and he is the only vote of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and I heard that he has recently become the vote of the goddess of magic. Oh, and by the way, he's also the real manipulator behind the forces of the Nlanthor Islands, and one of your enemies. ”

"What?! What other forces are behind the Nälancer Islands? ”

Achillam Grace was dumbfounded, finally realizing why the tower owners had suddenly rebelled en masse and wanted to kill him.

No wonder the Lord of the North Tower said it was his first move.

In addition, the unusual reaction of the head of the dark intelligence network of the Santarin Society, Xi Manmon, finally found the answer.

"Going to war without knowing who the real enemy is. I really don't know whether to praise you for your bravery or laugh at your stupidity. But that's different now. With the help of Grand Duke Disbat, you can rush back to power and organize resistance before Soth captures Luskan. So sign the deed, and I'll help you transform into a lich soon. You know, we don't have much time left. ”

Lust urged in a slightly impatient tone.

Transforming the Lich can be a time-consuming task, and if you don't hurry up, it will be too late for the news of Luskan's fall to come back.

After a moment of silence, Aklem Grace finally mustered up the courage to sign his name at the bottom of the contract.

Moment!

The entire parchment turned into a raging flame and burned to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a bright red mark appeared on his forehead, but it only appeared for a few seconds before quickly disappearing.

You don't have to ask to know that this is a sign that the soul is marked by the devils.

If the agreement is not followed, then no matter how far away they flee, the devils will be able to sense and send a pursuit team.

Seeing that the contract was in effect, Lust handed over a book of all the contents of the Lich Transformation Ritual, as well as a copy of the materials necessary to craft the Life Crate.

With her help, Aklem Grace was able to make his own life box and began the ritual in a hurry.

……

On the other side, the anxious Simon finally found Zuo Si who was heading north on a sailboat on the vast sea.

As soon as they met, he immediately asked in a menacing manner, "Why are you attacking our intelligence network of the Scattered Tallinn Society?" If I'm not mistaken, our relationship is supposed to be allies. ”

"Attack? When have I ever sent someone to attack your intelligence network? Zuo Si put on an innocent look and pretended to be stupid.

"Less pretending! It was under your control that Garnier gave the order to attack the concession of those red-robed wizards. Don't think I don't know, you want to use this opportunity to provoke a war between the Santarim and the Red Wizards. ”

Simon was visibly angry.

Because since he has been in charge of the dark intelligence network for so many years, it is the first time that he has been manipulated and played like a marionette.

The most important thing is that the young man in front of him has a more powerful magical power than himself, so this anger can't be vented at all, and he feels as aggrieved as he wants.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. If it's the Red Wizard who attacks you, then you should go to them, not me. Also, I suggest that you'd better not meddle in Luskan's affairs. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that there will be more serious problems in the future. Zuo Si issued a warning half-truthfully.

Although so far, the Santarim have no intention of helping the Arcane Brotherhood, that doesn't mean they won't suddenly attack at the last minute.

"For example?"

Simon narrowed his eyes tentatively.

Zuo Si said in a nonchalant tone, "You should have heard that the Orcs of the Northland are experiencing an unprecedented plague recently, and countless tribes are dying out at a rate visible to the naked eye. Imagine what would happen if a similar situation appeared in Santil Fort? ”

Moment!

Simonmon's face changed.

As a high-ranking member of the Santarim Order, how could he not be aware of this terrible plague that was spreading from the Northlands to other regions.

Moreover, the plague only infects orcs, and does not pose the slightest threat to other races.

But anyone who is not a fool understands that this is Zuo Si's revenge for the previous orcs and their gods who designed to ambush him.

Because of this, the belief in Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, began to spread rapidly among many towns and even barbarian tribes in the Northlands.

Even if they had their own beliefs, they would erect a shrine dedicated to Talona and offer sacrifices to the goddess in awe.

On the one hand, he thanked the goddess for driving out the orc tribe that posed the greatest threat to their existence, and on the other hand, he hoped that such a disaster would never befall him.

Of course, regarding the expansion of the influence of the goddess of poison and disease, the high-level leaders of the Simanmon and Santarin Guild obviously did not care very much.

When they were nervous, Zuo Si really dared to use the plague as a weapon and use it unscrupulously against his enemies, without any intention of taking the orc gods in his eyes at all.

You must know that since the death of the tyrannical god Bane, there is no powerful god behind Fort Santil and Santarin.

So they were more afraid than anyone else, and they could use the plague as a weapon.

After a long silence, Simon finally took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, and said in a slightly deep voice, "We can not intervene in the war between you and Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood. But there is one premise, and that is that you can't sabotage or interfere with our intelligence gathering in the Northlands, let alone work too closely with the harpists. ”

"Don't worry, I don't have the slightest affection for those who are self-righteous and self-impressed. In my eyes, there is really no difference between you. If nothing else, then please go back, no more than two days at most, and the attack of the red-robed wizard should stop. ”

After that, Zuo Si waved his hand to signal that the other party could get out.

As his power began to swell rapidly, he no longer needed the information provided by the Santarim Society.

Add to that the fact that the organization will be battered in the next few years, so it's not worth wasting too much time at all.

On the contrary, the red-robed wizard, who had remained silent all the time and did not react, gave people a sense of inscrupulability.

I don't know what Sazastan is thinking, and he remains unmoved even when the forces on the west coast are completely controlled by the enemy.

Simanmon barely managed to maintain his graceful demeanor, touched his chest with one hand and bowed, and then returned to his lair with his teleportation magic.

He could feel that every time he met Zuo Si, the other party's strength seemed to be increasing at a rate unimaginable to ordinary mages.

At this rate, perhaps the next time we meet, the two sides will no longer be able to communicate on an equal footing.

Regarding Xi Manmeng's worries, Zuo Si didn't care at all, and didn't care about it, but didn't look back and ask the lich behind him: "Hasn't there been any reaction from the red-robed wizard's side?" ”

Vanessa shook her head slightly, "No. However, there is a guy named Edwin Odysseron who suddenly appears in the red-robed wizarding concession of Askatra. He may have had some kind of mission, or a mission from the upper echelons of the red-robed wizards. ”

"Edwin Odysseren?"

Hearing this incomparably familiar name, Zuo Si's mind instantly appeared with the image of a man who was arrogant, insidious, and had a vicious mouth and liked to complain.

"That's right, that's the name. According to the information obtained by the Prophecy Magic Detective, we know that he was born into a noble family in Serre, his father was a red-robed wizard who inherited a large family fortune, and his uncle was a governor of a province, and he was quite powerful in Serre. Moreover, he himself is also the chief disciple of the spell faction, and he has a fairly good spell-casting ability at a young age. ”

Vanessa told all the information that other members of the organization who were good at prophecy magic.

In his opinion, Edwin's origins and timing of his appearance are all proof that he has an important task on his shoulders.

But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, don't pay attention to this guy, he is not an important role at all." ”

"Are you sure?"

A look of surprise flashed in Vanessa's eyes.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure. Instead of focusing on him, it is better to pay more attention to Garnier. If nothing else, she should be dying, assassinated by the red-robed wizard. Zuo Si gave his own judgment meaningfully.

Because from the moment this bald woman was controlled, her fate was already sealed.

As an evil, ruthless, and ruthless group of spellcasters, the Red Wizard has always had only one way to deal with traitors, and that is a painful and desperate death.

The Chiefs don't care if you're for a last resort, or if you've fallen for the enemy's enchanting magic.

As long as there is an actual act of betrayal, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death, and there will be no chance of explanation.

And if the circumstances are serious, it will also implicate relatives and the entire family.

Vanessa shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Garnier has no use value, so let her be the bait. In addition, is there really no need to take advantage of the chaos to pretend to be a member of the Santarin Society and completely eradicate the strongholds of these red-robed wizards? ”

"It depends on the attitude and reaction of the Red Wizard, and what kind of agreement we will come to between us. However, Baldur's Gate stronghold can be removed first, after all, I promised Habathar Derin that I would help him regain his monopoly on the magical resources of that area. Zuo Si quickly made a decision after a little thought.

"Understood. I'll inform Habasser Delin and get him ready. ”

Attacking a red-robed wizard's concession or stronghold may be quite difficult for ordinary adventurers and mercenaries.

These places are often made into fortifications that are both strong and difficult to defend.

Coupled with the fact that there are a lot of magical items, potions, scrolls, wands, and other things stored inside, the numerical advantage doesn't make any sense at all.

But for the lich, who also wields great magical powers, it is not difficult to storm such a fortress, and the only thing to fear is the reaction of the red-robed wizards.

Soon, a magical text message was sent.

Habasshur Drin immediately returned to his shop using teleportation.

He was joined by several other core members of the Tyrantiel Order.

Standing next to the window on the second floor and looking out at the red-robed wizard concession located in the river port area, Habaser Delin's eyes flashed with undisguised malice, and he sneered and whispered, "I warned before that this is my territory, tell you to be careful." But you did not listen to my counsel. Now, get ready for my wrath. ”

"When are we going to do it?" A female lich was the first to ask.

"Eight hours after dark. I need to tweak some of my memory spells to make sure I can break through the enemy's magical defenses in the shortest amount of time. Habaser Delin was straightforward in giving the exact time.

In this way, after a long break, several lichs finally came to the vicinity of the red-robed wizard's concession under the cover of night.

Since the main sale of low-level magic items is here, it is rarely visited by civilians.

Because they simply can't afford to buy even the cheapest stuff in the store.

So most of the time, the concession is quite empty and idle.

Occasionally, mercenaries from Serre can be seen gathering around the bar to drink drinks and talk about the dangers they have encountered during their recent missions.

You must know that the stronghold of the red-robed wizard is not only used for business, but also captures some children with special talents and abilities, and brings them back for experiments or cultivates them as their own.

Many of Faerun's famous arcane users were hunted down by the red-robed wizards and finally burst out with amazing potential to become famous.

The most famous of them all is undoubtedly the Cursed Flame Messenger - Sandra Hisser.

Habather Delin probably confirmed that there were no outsiders inside, and immediately glanced at his companion behind him.

Immediately after that, a lich who was skilled in sculpting magic took two steps forward and began to chant incantations against the fortified fortress.

When the violent fluctuations of the magic net attracted the attention of the red-robed wizard inside, a huge iceberg had formed in the sky overhead, and then smashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming peak.

Next Second......

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!

The violent tremor of the ground and the deafening loud noise instantly broke the silence of the night.

Nine Rings Magic [Iceberg Impact]!

When dealing with large areas of enemies and fortified buildings, this spell is far more effective than Meteor Burst.

Just look at the red-robed wizard concession in front of you, which is completely reduced to ruins, and the mercenaries and mages who didn't have time to escape and were stoned to death on the spot, you can see how terrifying this thing is.

Of course, the lucky ones who escaped by activating the teleportation magic were not much better, and were immediately besieged by the lichs.

Because the mages stationed in the concession were not of very high rank, they were slaughtered by dividing five by two, and there was not even a single living mouth left.

After all of this, Habather Delin unceremoniously swept away the well-preserved magical items and coins in the ruins, and then hung the corpses on the top of the ruins one by one, to warn anyone who tried to challenge their control of Baldur's Gate's magical resources.

By the time the Flamefist mercenaries arrived, the lichs had already retreated.

Obviously, this incident made the Duke of Silver Shield, who had tried his best to invite the red-robed wizard in, feel cold all over, and his whole person was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Although he didn't know who did it, he could also realize that since the other party dared to make a move against the red-robed wizard's concession, he could also kill himself and his family together without much effort.

"What to do? What should I do now? Anta Silver Shield immediately turned to his political allies for help.

Duke Irtan replied with a gloomy face: "Don't ask me, I don't know. An enemy like this is simply not something that the Flame Fist mercenaries can deal with. I think...... We may be able to turn to the Nälancer Islands for help. ”

"What? Are you crazy? The reason why we are where we are today is all because of them. Duke Silver Shield roared like madness.

"But they're just asking for money, and they're not going to kill us. Now, do you think we have any other choice? ”

The veins on Duke Iltan's forehead swelled, and his pupils were pregnant with anger and tyranny.

The long-term pressure has inevitably made him more and more ruthless, and he is extremely attached to the power in his hands.

Just when the Duke of Silver Shield was still about to argue, Shalovok finally stood up with his mercenaries who belonged to the Iron Throne, and recommended himself in a resolute voice: "Why don't you leave this matter to me to investigate and deal with." I promise, a week at most, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. ”

"You?"

Duke Iltan looked the young man in front of him up and down.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the other party is a little different from before.

Especially the aura that was unintentionally emitted, I always felt that there was a strong smell of blood echoing in the air.

"That's right. I have obtained my adoptive father's consent to make a name for myself at Baldur's Gate. There is nothing too good for the two dukes to do something like this, so why not leave it to me to try. As for the rewards and rewards, we'll talk about them when they're done. ”

Shalofok's tone was filled with intense confidence.

Because it wasn't long ago that he had discovered the secret of his origins, and he had also found the Temple of Baal, which was located beneath the city of Baldur's Gate.

With the help of mysterious religious rituals, he has not only succeeded in activating the divinity bestowed by his biological father in his body, but is even trying to strengthen it in various ways.

Feeling the power of his body, Shalovok was no longer satisfied with being a thug of the Iron Throne, but longed to inherit the empty throne of Baal and become a god, a god of murder above all living beings and mortals.

And to become a god, you first need a believer, a very, very religious and pure believer.

His plan at this stage is very simple, which is to make a name for himself and get many people to come to him, and then select qualified believers from among them.

In this way, the divinity and divine power in the body will continue to increase.

When a certain tipping point is reached, a war can be set off, and countless deaths and wails can be sacrificed to the gods.

In addition to this, he had read a lot of books about the turbulent years and the trio of death in Candlefort, and knew that his father Baal had left many siblings in the mortal world.

Just kill these brothers and sisters to take away the divinity and divine power that remains in their bodies.

Just as Arlando the Wise prophesied, the children of the God of Murder have begun to awaken, and the whole world will be plunged into turmoil and unrest......

(End of chapter)