Amonkhet.

It's a world similar to the ancient Egyptian civilization of Earth, where you can see glittering, towering monuments and pyramids standing in the sun-scorched desert.

The locals revere the great Pharaoh and believe that he is merciful and considerate of the people, protecting them from the terrible evil creatures and monsters of the desert.

Whenever they had free time, countless people would bring their families to the magnificent temple and offer sacrifices to the supreme being as a token of their gratitude.

The people who live in Amonkhet only need to do two things from the moment they are sensible.

One is a prayer to the God-Pharaoh, and the other is to focus on training to become the most powerful and perfect warrior possible, and to pass the rigorous and cruel trials as the crowning glory, hoping that one day he will be able to answer the call of the gods to go into battle and sacrifice his humble life for him.

As for the trivial tasks such as farming, transportation, and carrying out various production activities, all of them are done by embalmed mummies.

The dead serve the living, and this is the most distinctive part of Amonkhet's plane.

And it has no ruling class, no aristocracy, not even the slightest bit of exploitation and oppression, and not even the slightest need for labor.

All living people are followers of the great God-Pharaoh and are in a state of absolute equality.

Peace, abundance, abundance, justice, everything in this world seems so beautiful.

But what about the reality that lies beneath the façade?

The truth is that the supreme God-Pharaoh is none other than the most powerful traveling mage of the present day, Nicol Bolas.

This world is one of the nests that is completely under his control.

Long ago, Nicol Bolas descended on Amonkhet and slaughtered all the adults in the world, leaving only the easily manipulated children.

Then, through the power of psychic magic, he tampered with the memories and history of all minors, fashioned himself as the so-called "God-Pharaoh", and secretly forged an invincible and powerful army of "Eternals" here.

That's why the only thing a living person needs to do is train and then take part in all sorts of harsh trials.

When their fighting skills and will are trained to the extreme, and their bodies develop to the limits of their physiology, they are immediately transformed into "Eternals".

To put it bluntly, it is a special kind of undead creature.

Because of the intact preservation of the soul, the "Eternal" legion has the wisdom and thinking ability that other mass-produced undead creatures do not have, as well as the crystallization of ten or twenty years of training in the first ten or twenty years of life.

These powerful, heavily armed undead warriors, painted gold or dark blue, are now neatly lined up in the plaza deep underground, motionless like statues.

Some of them have been standing here for hundreds of years, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Nicol Bolas stood on a high platform, staring at the main force that was ready to be used to launch the "War of the Sparks" across time and space, and his eyes revealed an indescribable arrogance, coldness, cunning, and cruelty.

Because in his opinion, with the fragile power of the new generation of brigade mages, as long as he obtained the "lock" to limit the power of the spark that traveled through time and space, a dozen or even dozens of "Eternal" warriors could defeat or even kill him.

Especially after devouring the energy of the Alaro space-time, the old dragon has reached the preconditions for the launch of the plan in terms of hard power.

The next thing to do is to get the "door" and "lock".

The former is a great invention of Kaladesh, a magical mechanical space-time, a device called the "Space-Time Bridge", which can connect any two planes, allowing non-living beings to travel freely between them.

With it, the Eternals army can fly directly from Amonkhet into the Ravnica plane, which is ruled by many guilds, factions, and alliances.

The reason why the War of the Spark was launched on Ravnica is because this world is somewhat similar to the "Seal City" at the center of the universe where Torrell is located.

What both have in common is that countless people enter or leave the city in various ways at any given moment.

And a large number of knowledge and ideas from different time and space converged here, and eventually many strange philosophies, values and derivative cultures were born according to different tendencies.

On top of that, almost all of the traveling mages who lit the spark visited Ravnica, and some of them had deep ties to the local Guildpact.

Therefore, a frontal attack on Ravnica would almost 100 percent attract a large number of Brigade Mages.

Only when enough sparks are gathered can Nicol Bolas use that powerful spell to restore himself to the level before the traveling mage's spark transforms.

The latter's "lock" refers to the "Immortal Sun" that can make the spark lose its ability to teleport.

More than 1,300 years ago, one of the friends of the spirit dragon Ugin, a sphinx (a sphinx with extremely high intelligence) who had lived for tens of thousands of years, Azor, used the spark of his own travel mage to create an artifact.

In addition, this Azor is also the founder of the "Azorius Guild" on Ravnica, as well as the initiator and founder of the birth of the "Guild of Ten".

Without him, there would be no order or law in Ravnica today, and it would still be the same chaotic, barbaric, violent, bloody, and killing times as it was 10,000 years ago.

The two conspire to seal Nicol Bolas in a certain world through the "Immortal Sun", so that he can no longer threaten and destroy the entire Multiverse.

Unfortunately, the entire plan was aborted when the old dragon successfully killed Ugin on the Tarkir plane.

Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly cautious about this thing that threatened to lock him in some plane forever.

He was so cautious that he knew the exact information more than 1,300 years ago, but he still had no intention of trying to seize it.

Because he wasn't sure if the news was a trap that Ugin had deliberately set up before he died, luring him to find it, and then using the artifact to turn the entire "Ixalan plane" into a prison for him.

But now, with the Traveling Mage's spark transformed and he lost god-like power and immortal life, Nicol Bolas apparently ran out of options.

Whatever means he uses, he must obtain the "Immortal Sun" in order to complete the final piece of the puzzle in his vast plan.

Just as the old dragon was holding his chin with his front paws, thinking about how to use these chess pieces in his hand to seize the Immortal Holy Sun, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Before he could react to what had happened, the latter fell straight over the empty square above his head to the front of the steps, making a loud noise.

Bang!

The shield made of ethyl metal collided head-on with the stone steps, smashing a crater more than half a meter deep on the spot.

As the dust and rubble that filled the air cleared, Nicol Bolas realized that the ball of light was none other than Tezzeret, the one he had sent to investigate the oil-infested condition of the Mirrodin plane.

As one of the oldest traveling mages in existence, he knew all too well how powerful the Phyrexian forces led by Yagmoth were.

Even the Ancient Brigade mages who possessed god-like power before the Spark Transformation needed to unite to grudgingly fight against it.

So the old dragon is extremely wary of the shimmering oil that can infect everything, and the new Phyrexian forces that are conquering the entire Mirrodin plane.

After all, this is one of the very few things that poses a direct threat to the army of "Eternals" under his command.

He didn't want the secret weapon that took so long to build ended up being a wedding dress for New Phyrexia.

At the moment, Tezzeret, the genius artifactist, looked a little miserable.

Not only was half of the body transformed with acetonium severely damaged, but the arms were twisted and deformed by the terrifying force to the point of almost being like a puddle of scrap metal, and the hair and eyebrows were also completely burned under the action of the heat, leaving only large burnt black marks stuck to the skin.

Based on the creepy level of carbonization alone, it wasn't hard to tell that he had definitely been subjected to a terrifying fire or red mana-type magic attack before, and even the acetogold shield filled with powerful protective magic had been dissolved.

If it hadn't been for the last-minute spark escape, Tezzeret would have been a broken corpse that he couldn't even identify.

"Tell me! What happened? Nicol Bolas asked, frowning.

"Yes...... It's Soth! He attacked me! He wanted to kill me! ”

Tezzeret's voice trembled with fear.

"Soth? How could he be in Mirrodin? And why did they attack you? Didn't you show that you were working for me? ”

There was a strong doubt in the old dragon's tone.

Because in his impression, Zuo Si should be the kind of person who is mercenary and knows how to see the wind and steer the rudder.

As long as he can give him enough benefits and always remain overwhelmingly powerful, then this young brigade mage will not dare to betray himself.

In particular, the fact that it can penetrate into the enemy's interior to gather intelligence on Ugin and Sorin can bring unimaginably huge advantages in future battles.

Nicol Bolas couldn't figure out why Zoth attacked Tezzeret and almost killed him.

Did there be some unknown conflict between the two?

"I'm not sure why he's in Mirrodin.

What is certain is that he set up a laboratory there, gathering refugees while studying oil and New Phyrexian creations.

He has a very special girl in his hand, who is completely immune to the infestation of the oil, and at the same time, it can also remove the oil from the infected person's body to a certain extent.

I thought it would be a good material to experiment with, so I approached him and asked for it.

As a result, instead of choosing to cooperate, he used the most powerful etherium magic of the Chrono-Temporal Supreme Knower of Araruo, and almost blasted me to the ground.

Plus, this guy has a lot of ethyl gold on his hands.

I seriously suspect that he was the one who caused the turmoil in the theft of the gold medal......"

Tezzeret endured the pain of his scarred body and told the truth and his guesses in one fell swoop.

Although he really wanted to tell the truth, so that his master would have disgust and hostility towards Zuo Si.

It's a pity that in front of the old dragon with a strong mind-reading ability, it's simply impatient to engage in such small actions.

In desperation, Tezzeret could only endure the anger and humiliation in his heart, and tell the truth.

"A girl who is completely immune to the oil infection?"

Nicol Bolas's eyes lit up slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Tezzeret hurriedly nodded, "Yes." The girl's name was Melirai, and she now lives in the laboratory that Soth had set up.

Hiding in the shadows, I watched as she removed the oil from an infected person, showing no signs of infestation herself.

This girl could surely be a secret weapon against the New Phyrexian forces.

Master, I think you should order Soth to hand her over and leave her in your own hands. ”

"Hahahaha!"

Looking at Tezzeret's embarrassed appearance, and the careful mind that tried to provoke a conflict between himself and Zuosi, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but let out a burst of unbridled laughter.

But soon, he put on another face and scolded in an almost ruthless tone: "You incompetent fool!

He was easily defeated by a junior of the Brigade Mage who was so much younger than himself, and he still had the face to flee to me to tell the truth?

If it weren't for the fact that you were still useful, I would have crushed you to death like an ant by now.

Remember, it is a matter of course for the strong to dominate the weak.

If your strength is not strong enough, then don't try to command and dominate someone stronger than you.

Now that Soth has begun to observe and study in Mirrodin, there is no need for you to stay there.

Now I'm giving you a new mission, go to the Kaladesh plane, and take advantage of the Inventors' Fair to steal the Plane Bridge back for me.

If you fail again this time, there is no need to live. ”

As the last word blurted out, the old dragon suddenly waved his claws to activate a card, releasing a cloud of energy that instantly hit Tezzeret's body.

The latter was restored in just two or three seconds.

Not only did the parts of the body revert back to their original state, but the severe burns and carbonization marks on the flesh parts were also gone.

Tezzeret clearly didn't dare to disobey the will of his powerful master, so he didn't stop for even a second, and the spark that activated the Brigade Mage once again disappeared in place.

After he had left completely, Nicol Bolas muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "Has Soth also begun to notice the special life form of the oil and Phyrexians that fuses with machinery?"

It seems that he is much smarter than the other pawns I manipulate, and at least understands what the real threat is.

Compared to the Ozarzi Titans, creatures who seem to come from the Dark Void Scavengers, the oil left behind by Yagmoth is the most terrifying thing.

Because no one knows what kind of terrifying monster these substances that have lost their master's control will eventually create.

When I'm done with War of the Spark and regain my original power, the first thing I'll do is destroy all of Mirrodin and strangle New Phyrexia in its cradle.

But before that, let me see how far you can go. ”

Undoubtedly, the old dragon didn't know what Plum Lai meant to the oil.

I don't know that her blood can actually erase the ideological and spiritual imprints belonging to Yagmov from the oil, and then replace her as the new owner of the oil.

Otherwise, Nicol Bolas would have gone straight to Mirrodin to rob people.

In the near future, he will pay a terrible price for his negligence and carelessness.

The huge army of "Eternals" in front of him will also be completely swallowed by the new oil, and become a sharp weapon in Zuo Si's hands to launch a backstab at the last moment.

At the same time, far away in the clearing outside the Iron City of Mirrodin.

Zuo Si had already put away the large amount of ethyl gold that he had taken out of his satchel before, pretending that nothing had happened, and flickered away the patrol team who had rushed over from a distance to check the situation.

As for the reason......

Just find an excuse to experiment with spells or weapons, and you can easily prevaricate.

Anyway, he hadn't done anything like that before.

On one occasion, a new Phyrexian self-destructing robot was tested, even causing an earthquake of at least four or five magnitudes in the surrounding area.

So these refugees have long been accustomed to this.

Confirm that it wasn't the Phyrexian weapons of war that attacked, and it was time to do something soon.

Only Elspeth sensed the signs of the spark, and when the others were far away, he immediately asked in a tone of uncertainty that "There were other brigade mages here just now, and they also had a conflict with you?" ”

"Well, yes. The guy called himself Tezzeret and wanted to take Melira away for experiments. But don't worry, I believe that after this lesson, he should not dare to come again. ”

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders with a very relaxed look.

"Tezzeret? I heard that name when I was in Araru.

He seems to have had something to do with a lot of intrigues and wars.

Damn it!

It seems that the mastermind behind the chaos that caused the plane of Alara to fall into chaos is back here. ”

Elspeth's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist, and the whole person suddenly entered a state of mental tension.

But Zuo Si raised his hand and smiled and comforted: "Relax, it's not as terrible as you think."

After all, the core of Mirrodin has long been infected with glittering oil, and even the sea of mercury has been completely filled with glistening oil, and the situation has reached a level that could not be worse.

If I were behind the plane of Arano, I would never choose to do things in Mirrodin.

The reason is also very simple.

The effort is not proportional to the return.

If nothing else, the other party should just come to observe the extent of the world's infestation. ”

"What about you? What are you doing here to set up laboratories, take in so many refugees, and provide them with food, water, and protection? Elspeth asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Isn't that obvious?

Research, experiment, and collect rare metals that are worthless on this plane, but valuable on other planes, as well as alloys with different properties.

In particular, it is influenced by the sun formed by the mana cores of the five different colors, and contains some special metals with magical powers.

In addition, flying in the sky through those light moths that have not been polluted by the oil and contain the purest energy in their bodies is also a very good resource. ”

Zuo Si selectively said the part of his many purposes that did not need to be hidden.

As for the secondary invasion of New Phyrexia, and becoming the master of the entire Mirrodin plane, he would not easily reveal it to outsiders.

In fact, the only one who knows about the plan is the Red Judge who joined the council not long ago, Urabasi.

In order to win his own soul, this guy can be said to be sparing no effort to be a second or fifth boy.

Not only would he go to the depths of the earth every once in a while to see how much the proportion of new oil had increased, but he would also secretly observe the changes in the Silver Golem Karn.

The attack plan formulated by the white judge - Norn and the blue judge - Jin-Gitaxia was often sent to Zuo Si completely before he could implement it.

The content is even detailed to everything from the objectives to the offensive line, to the composition and number of troops, and the style of the front-line commanders.

With this level of intelligence support, if Zuo Si could no longer press the New Phyrexian forces to the ground and explode the hammer, he could directly buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

In particular, the elite troops under the command of Jin-Gitaxia from the depths of the Mercury Sea are often covered with a very special metal plating on the surface of their bodies, which has strong magic resistance and immunity.

By using force field magic to dismember and slaughter them, Zuo Si collected quite a lot of them, and also used them to craft and strengthen some equipment.

Norn and Jin-Gitaxia still don't understand why the enemy is always present in the most critical places at the most critical moments, and finally has no choice but to reap a shameful defeat.

Since each of the praetors was the leader of the highest faction chosen by the oil, and was the backbone of New Phyrexia, they didn't think about traitors from within.

It's just that the enemy must have mastered some kind of magic that can detect or predict.

In fact, Zuosi was in no hurry to win this war and then devour the entire New Phyrexian power.

Quite the opposite!

He wanted to make this war last for a while longer, so that the new oil could absorb enough war experience, knowledge, and technology from it, and then import it to the ninth layer of hell to lay the foundation for the new bloody war that was coming.

After all, war is a great catalyst to speed up technological progress.

And no matter how many New Phyrexian creatures are destroyed, even if there is only a pile of wreckage and rotten flesh left, they can be put back together, and there will never be a single waste.

In the process of reorganization, those responsible for research and transformation will continue to iterate on technology, so that the creations that emerge later are more powerful than those that came before.

Among them, the research ability of the Blue Demon Judge, Jin-Gitaxia, made Zuo Si feel even more amazed.

This madman with a science-first mindset has not only created a large number of things with intricate internal structures, but even bionic mechanical birds, sea dragons, giant sharks, tentacle jellyfish and other things with strong sci-fi flavors.

He also complematized all the Vydalkens who originally lived in the area of the Mercury Sea and had extremely high IQs, turned them into senior researchers and assistants under his command, and formed a large and well-classified professional team.

Zuo Si was very curious about what kind of interesting and incredible technology or creation the other party could come up with under the tremendous pressure he was given.

Elspeth obviously didn't know how dangerous the mind of this seemingly harmless young man standing in front of him was, and continued to ask, "What would you choose to do if one day Mirrodin was completely infected by the oil and could not be saved?" Leave these refugees behind or fight with them until the last moment? ”

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you an exact answer to this kind of question.

Because human beings are very fickle creatures, they will change according to the deviation of the environment, cognition, and values.

Maybe one second you decide what you want to do anyway, and the next you give up for some almost ridiculous reason.

If you really want to know the answer, you might as well stay here until the end and see what choice I make.

Also, you can use this time to do what you want to do.

If I'm not mistaken, you should want to find the perfect and harmonious society and settle in it and spend the rest of your life, right?

In that case, why not try to create your own?

I can give you unlimited resources, supreme power, and let you transform this steel city according to what you think is the best society. ”

As he said this, Zuo Si had a faint smile on his face, first evading the sharp questions raised by the other party with his excellent language skills, and then dragging the female brigade mage into a carefully prepared trap.

There was no doubt that he wanted to keep Elspeth in Mirrodin for a while.

"Create the perfect society yourself? In a world infested with oil! ”

Elspeth's pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and enlarged again to show the unrest in her master's heart.

Because it awakened painful memories of her childhood, and at the same time inspired a strong sense of responsibility to protect the civilians, it was impossible to keep her calm.

You must know that the reason why Elspeth became a traveling mage is that when she was very young, her hometown was invaded by Phyrexia, and after she became a captive, she endured inhuman torture and abuse in the dungeon, and the spark was ignited in extreme pain.

So seeing New Phyrexia wreaking havoc in Mirrodin now naturally leads to empathetic pain.

In fact, she had helped many of the Colonies repel the New Phyrexian assault before coming here, and only happened to learn about the Iron City while escorting a group of refugees.

Watching the changes in Elspeth's expression and the violent emotional fluctuations, Zuo Si put on a serious look and nodded: "That's right." If you are very, very hungry for something, don't expect charity from others.

Rather, it is to be created and realized through one's own hands.

No matter how difficult the process is and how slim the hope of success is, at least you have put in the effort to make it.

Even if you fail, you can be regarded as having an explanation for yourself.

Perhaps the plane of Mirrodin will eventually fall.

But it's precisely this that gives it all a special meaning.

It's like those soldiers who know that the end result will be defeat and death, but still refuse to lay down their arms and surrender, and charge the enemy without hesitation.

Because failure and death are not terrible.

When a person loses the courage to face difficulties, it is the most terrible to always subconsciously want to escape.

In the world of Bent Fragment in the time and space of Arara, you give up your duties and choose to escape because you lack the courage to face failure.

But look at the refugees in the Iron City, don't they know what is happening in Mirrodin means?

No!

I can assure you that the vast majority of them know it all too well.

But instead of being depressed and giving up on themselves, these people face each day with a positive and optimistic spirit, and are ready to live and die with the steel city.

They spend each day as if it were the last day of their lives, enjoying the best and most memorable parts of life.

Courage is a precious quality and a great hymn.

Dear Lespeth Tilry, tell me if there is courage in your heart?

Willing to step up and lead the refugees in this city?

Would you like to help them shape the most perfect social form in their minds?

Are you willing to fight alongside them and fight against the cruel fate until the last moment?

Even if you know that you are doomed to defeat and death in the end! ”

As the last word blurted out, Elspeth only felt a raging flame in her chest about to come out, as if the blood in her whole body was instantly ignited, and she responded loudly without thinking: "I do!"

You are right!

I should not expect charity from others, let alone lose the courage to face failure and death.

Thank you, my friend.

You made me rediscover the meaning of life and the things I had been looking for. ”

"You're welcome.

From now on, you are the leader of all the refugees in this city.

Also, give me your sword, and I'll help you reforge it to make it stronger and sharper.

Before the forging is complete, you can make do with this first. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si handed the holy sword he used to the other party, and at the same time held the [Chengyang Sword] in his hand and felt the special power contained in it.

Without a doubt, this weapon was the most special of all the artifacts he had come into contact with so far.

Because today's [Chengyang Sword] is neither sharp nor strong, it can only be regarded as a low-level enchanted weapon that can be said to be reasonable at best.

The problem is, it has an ability that no other artifact has.

That is, being able to cross the space where we are now and directly attack the place where the spiritual essence of the gods exists, which can be simply understood as a high-dimensional subspace that exists outside the material world.

In other words, when using the [Chengyang Sword], no matter how powerful the divine power of a god's incarnation or projection in the mortal world is, it can directly ignore the spiritual body hidden in the subspace by attacking the god.

It's no wonder that the Sun God of the Theros plane will do everything possible to kill Elspeth and destroy the [Celestial Sword].

The threat to otherworldly beings like the gods was too great for them to bear.

It's a pity that El Speth hasn't realized how precious the [Chengyang Sword] is now, but is full of love for the holy sword that exudes positive energy, and constantly gently strokes the sword body that flashes golden light, and can't help but exclaim: "Oh my God! Where did you get this Excalibur? I...... I could even feel the cheers and excitement coming from the hilt of the sword as I held it. ”

"It was forged from the fusion of two weapons used by the Order and Good Paladin, and then forged with some other precious materials. I originally thought it was going to be about keeping the undead and demons at bay, so the white mana inside was too much. Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and explained.

"Thank you for trusting me with such a powerful artifact. I swear in my honor that I will never run away from it again, let alone disgrace it. ”

Elspeth took the sword to her knees and performed a standard knight of Banth.

Under Zuo Si's arrangement, she soon parachuted into the position as the first real leader of the Steel City without any opposition.

For the refugees, although this arrangement was a bit sudden, considering the endorsement of Zuo Si, the "master" who can provide unlimited necessities of life, everyone quickly accepted it calmly.

The various clan and clan leaders who had been responsible for keeping the city running were also visibly relieved.

Because they no longer need to dig through Zuo Si's thoughts all day, for fear of accidentally arousing the wrath of this master, resulting in no food and water supply.

Instead, he could hand over all decision-making power to Elspeth, and he only needed to carry out the orders given from above with peace of mind.

After observing the Mirrodin plane for two days and making sure there were no problems, he kept the clone underground in the laboratory and transferred his consciousness and soul back to the Mage Tower in Askatra.

When he woke up, the first thing he did was to release the enhanced Kurremos and Vermes, pointing to the West Coast map projected on the wall, and said bluntly, "I need you to do something now."

That is to find out the distribution of all the dragons, monsters, and barbarian tribes in this area, which covers almost one-fifth of the continent of Faeron.

Then find a way to control it, or expel it, eliminate it.

With Baldur's Gate as the dividing line, you choose who will be in charge of the south and who will be in charge of the north. ”

"Master, do you mean to give us full delegation so that we can play freely?"

Kurremos's eyes lit up slightly, and he exuded an extremely sinister, cunning, and ambitious temperament.

When he was in Zendikar, although it was only a moment for Zuo Si to cast the magic of time, for him he had already spent two hundred years in a strange time and space full of energy.

It has long surpassed all primeval dragons in size.

Whether it is the innate innate warlock spell casting level or the mage spell casting level, both have crossed the legendary threshold.

Therefore, this frenzied Purgatory Brass Dragon has enough confidence to use its own strength and wisdom to build a hidden and huge evil organization, and even hide behind the scenes to build a monster empire of its own.

Zuo Si saw through Kurremos's small abacus at a glance, and replied meaningfully: "You can do whatever you want except not to attack the towns, villages, and caravans under my control.

But in the same way, if you take the initiative to provoke the Metal Dragon, the Church of the Good God, and the Harpist Alliance to be besieged, I will not help either, let alone avenge you.

In addition, you must strive to deal with the most powerful dragon king in my control in the shortest possible time.

Especially the ones who are active and destructive, like Baragas Flames and Scarred Klaus.

It doesn't matter if you kill with your own hands, or if you take advantage of greedy adventurers, or if you are righteous.

There is only one result I want, and that is the smoothness and safety of trade routes.

Whoever dares to touch this red line, all you have to do is to kill them in the most brutal way.

How, is there a problem? ”

"Hey, hey! Absolutely! Rest assured, master, I will do it beautifully. Also, I choose the north. Because I'm more familiar with that area. ”

Kurremos is undoubtedly a fairly intelligent dragon and immediately understands the role he plays - the Black Glove.

To put it bluntly, he specializes in doing dirty work and carrying black pots.

For example, Zuosi is pushing for a commercial alliance that covers all towns and cities on the West Coast, with a unified market, currency, and tariff system.

At this time, if anyone dares to jump out and make a dissenting statement, or if a lion opens his mouth to make a demand, then he needs to come forward to loot the town's caravan and send his monster army to scare the local residents and leaders, so that they can only abandon their original interests and quickly sign the agreement in exchange for military assistance and protection provided by the alliance.

"I hope so. Yes, this is a mobile terminal that is convenient to contact, and I will give you orders through this in the future. If there's nothing else to do, you're ready to go now. Zuo Si waved his hand very casually.

Kurremos didn't talk nonsense, he put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, followed by casting a teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

As soon as he left with his front foot, Vermes couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you really want to give that guy so much power?"

I can guarantee that when he controls a dozen evil dragons and has an army of monsters in his hands, he will definitely find a way to take revenge on the silver dragon of the Claws of Justice.

When the time comes, if it arouses the wrath of a large number of silver dragons and golden dragons, it will definitely be very troublesome to deal with. ”

"It doesn't matter!"

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and explained, "I just told Kurremos explicitly.

Whatever he does, he will bear all the consequences.

What's more, what do you think the black glove does?

It is a chip that can be discarded and sacrificed at any time after it is used up.

And if he had been killed, I would have been able to obtain a very valuable Evil Dragon Soul.

You might even be able to use it as a material to create a new breed of Infernal Dragon. ”

"What about me? You should know that I'm not very good at this kind of intrigue and brain-wielding thing. ”

Vermes asked again, gesturing to his nose.

"It's not easy, you still know that you don't have a brain."

Zuo Si sneered and teased, but immediately comforted: "Don't worry, I'll ask the head of the Dark Intelligence Network of the Santarin Society, Xi Manmeng, to contact you later."

He's a smart guy and he's also very good at trickery.

All you have to do is follow his advice, and with the help of the vast intelligence network of the Santarin Society, it should be easy to control the mountains and forests and wilderness south of Baldur's Gate step by step.

Be careful, if you want to live longer, don't provoke forces you shouldn't provoke, and don't spend your days trying to loot the treasures of other dragons.

If you accidentally get into a conflict with an organization like the Harpists League, it's best to let me know as soon as possible. ”

Vermes nodded thoughtfully: "Understood." But what about my treasures? Moving to a new lair together? ”

"As you please. Also, be careful when dealing with Baragas Flames, I don't want to have to collect your corpse and resurrect it. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si also handed over a mobile terminal to the Purgatory Red Dragon in front of him.

"Humph! Wait and see! Within a month at most, I'll bring back the body of Baragas Flame. ”

Vermes raised his chin with a proud face, and soon disappeared in place with his teleportation magic.

As these two powerful and evil dragons begin to stir up trouble, it is foreseeable that the entire West Coast will soon be in for a bloody storm.

This time, however, it will no longer be the people who live in the cities and villages, but the monsters and dragons that roam the wild......

(End of chapter)