The Valley of the Shadows is a city that stands on the border between the valley and Comanso, next to a large river with a wide and fast current.

Unlike other typical towns in Fallen, it is home to several Goddess of Magic voters, including Ilminster, and is a city that is not protected by high walls, and has a true one-person-one-vote electoral system.

The political system here is interesting, a bit like a combination of elected and feudal.

Commoners with land, property, and freedom are elected to elect a lord, who then swears allegiance to the lord through a ritual that governs and leads the day-to-day operations of the city, as well as fend off monsters such as dark elves, goblins, orcs, and other monsters that may invade the Komanso region.

Of course, the Valley of Shadows is so close to the perilous city of Comanso that it dares not to build its walls, mainly because of the spirits of Ilminster, Storm Silverhand, and Heeron, and if necessary, they can summon other Goddess of Magic Electors to help.

Otherwise, with its own militia quality and defensive strength, it would have been occupied and destroyed many times ago.

The reason why Heren died and existed in his soul form was because he died in the battle to protect the Valley of Shadows.

More than 70 percent of the city's existence and standing is due to the magical power of the Great Sage of the Valley of Shadows.

Therefore, no matter how bad the outside world thinks of Ilminster, the people here always support and love him.

Even tolerate some of the old mage's quirky habits and habits, and allow strange visitors who can be seen as dangerous at first glance to enter the city.

In the eyes of the people of Shadow Valley, no matter how dangerous the visitors may be, or whether they have malicious intentions or not, the invincible Ilminster can handle everything.

But today, when a bald mage appeared on the street, Ilminster, who had never pretended to be a color to anyone, actually opened the door of the house and stood outside to greet the Storm Queen Hembo.

The bald mage didn't need to ask to know that it was the Demon Duncan who had just visited Zuo Si.

As soon as the two sides met, Xinbu impatiently asked, "How, have you seen him?" ”

Demon Duncan nodded slightly: "Well, I have seen it." Thank you for the letter of introduction, otherwise it would not have been easy to get into his mage tower. You know? I actually saw a blazing god servant inside. ”

"What? Are you sure your eyes didn't fall off, mistaking the Otherworldly Divine Servant for the Blazing Sky Divine Servant? Simbu raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You think I'm going to make such a low-level mistake? He was a blazing god, but he didn't know why his body was filled with amazing natural energy. Also, are you sure you want to talk about that here? ”

As he spoke, Demon Duncan glanced at the ordinary people around him with curious expressions on their faces, and the implication was self-evident.

"Come in, I've baked a couple of nice cherry pies at home, and a delicious hot cocoa drink from the Aztec continent, and we can talk while we eat."

Ilminster made a gesture of please.

With the sound of the door closing, the three of them disappeared into the small, inconspicuous-looking house.

After a few minutes, they were sitting around the fireplace, sipping on a cherry pie baked by the Grand Sage of the Valley of Shadows himself, and sipping a hot cocoa drink with a rich aroma.

Some scholars once said that time and aging are the worst enemies of mankind, but for Ilminster it is the opposite.

After all, no matter who it is, as long as it is a normal person with similar intelligence, he can accumulate knowledge, skills and experience that ordinary people simply cannot achieve after living for more than a thousand years.

Not to mention that Ilminster himself is a genius in the field of magic, otherwise he would not have been chosen by the second generation of the goddess of magic.

Especially his cooking skills, probably because he always had to go around adventuring and sleeping in the open when he was young, and even cooked and ate special ingredients such as dragon meat, so it is quite good.

Even Duncan, who is very picky about the taste and texture of the food, eats it with relish.

After waiting for a piece of cherry pie to finish, he took a sip of hot cocoa from his cup and waited patiently for the other party to ask questions.

Obviously, in addition to Duncan's own wishes, the visit to Zuosi also included a deal with the two Goddess of Magic Electors.

In other words, these spellcasters who stand at the top of their respective worlds are not only concerned about their own one-third of an acre.

Instead, they maintain close contact with each other, occasionally gathering together for secret meetings.

Sometimes it's to exchange and share magical knowledge and new discoveries, sometimes it's to exchange information and intelligence, and occasionally they ask each other to do a little favor that is inconvenient for them.

In short, Ilminster, Mordoncan, and Hembo were all regulars at this secret gathering.

In the world of Klein, where the Dragon Lance story takes place, the most powerful and most famous Archmage Reslin's disciple - Dalama was once teased by the three bigwigs as clowns at the rally.

Even though he was the strongest black-robed mage in the world after Leslin's death, he was still too far behind the real powerhouse.

Of course, this is not excluded from the relative lack of magical resources in the Klein world itself, and the extremely scarce number of mages.

But at least while Reslin was alive, he was definitely qualified to communicate with Mordoncan, Ilminster and others on an equal footing.

"Do you know what Soth has been up to lately?"

After a while, Ilminster was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

What are you referring to? In the outer planes or in this world, or some other plane he's been to? Demon Duncan asked silently.

Ilminster replied without hesitation: "Of course, the continent of Feren is under our feet.

As far as I know, he recently united the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, and Worgin, the goddess of wealth, and seems to be making some big moves.

Whether it's the airship, the kind of transportation that could bring upheaval to the whole world, or the West Coast Trade Alliance, which has invited many nations and city-states to join, I feel very uneasy.

On top of that, the prophecy of Arlando the Wise is being fulfilled, and the sons of the god of murder, Baal, are awakening in large numbers and are beginning to compete for the throne of blood.

I'm not sure what Soth's attitude is on this matter. ”

When Duncan heard these questions, he immediately showed a disgusted expression, and said in a slightly disdainful tone: "You still haven't changed at all, and you always like to care about this kind of idle things that have no practical meaning. Tell me, Ilminster, are you confident that you can outmaneuver a Blazing Acolyte with an artifact in a battle? ”

"No mortal would dare to make such a guarantee, and I am no exception."

Ilminster gave a very straightforward negative answer.

Despite the turmoil of the year, he had confronted the gods who had descended in the form of a saint and fought fiercely against them.

But anyone with a little religious knowledge knows that the god of the Sage posture is not a real god at all, otherwise the second generation of the goddess of magic would not be easily killed by Heim, who was in charge of guarding the door.

The Blazing Celestial Attendant can be regarded as a special demigod to a certain extent.

Therefore, Ilminster was not sure if he could get any bargain from the Blazing Divine Servant by relying on the silver fire in his body and some other special means.

The most likely result should be that he will be pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly, and he will have no power to fight back.

Not to mention dealing with the Blazing Gods, he may not even be able to deal with the great demons in Hell who were exiled by Asmodeus.

"If you know it's not an opponent, why do you want to meddle?

Whatever Thor wants to do, he's well prepared, and it's definitely not up to you and the harpists who think they're saving the world to stop it.

Looking at the fate of that mad god Ciric, don't you still understand that he is very different from the people you have met in the past?

Soth's unique personality meant that he rarely used his power rashly, especially through the use of naked violence to force others to obey him, and then to rule through brutal means that could provoke strong resistance.

On the contrary, this interesting young man is very well versed in the weaknesses of human nature, good at grasping the psychology of others, and able to use the knowledge and resources at hand to create great benefits in order to win the support of the majority.

After winning the support of the majority, the power of the majority will be used to fight the enemy who is a minority.

I've summarized some of the things Soth has done when he came to Torreel, and found that he almost never fights alone, and always has a large group of allies standing by his side in whatever he does.

And there are at least one or two backup options that can reduce losses and reverse the unfavorable situation after failure.

Most importantly, his soul may exude a strong aura of evil, but it is not chaotic or brutal.

The lower classes under his control are even better off than those in the so-called good-leaning areas.

So I really don't understand what you're worried about.

In my opinion, having Soth rule the continent's west coast is not a bad thing, but a good thing.

At least from a macro point of view, he can make business more prosperous and allow ordinary people to live in a relatively safe and orderly social environment.

And this will also promote the development of civilization and the improvement of the quality of the population.

Perhaps in a few decades or even centuries, a magical civilization as powerful as Nessreal or Imasca will once again be born in this land.

As for the small disruptions and sacrifices that have been made in the process of achieving this goal, they are only in the throes of achieving a larger vision.

Even without Soth, do you think those civilians can live in peace?

No!

Whether it's the abundance of monsters, beasts, or the heavy taxes collected by the greedy lords, they are all great challenges to their survival.

As the saying goes, long pain is better than short pain.

Only by establishing a strong and unified regime can all this be eliminated at its roots.

As for the sons of Baal, Soth never hid his intentions.

He wants to claim the priesthood of death, which originally belonged to the god of murder, for Talona, the first goddess to bestow himself with power and electivity. ”

When he said this, Mo Duncan's tone was obviously full of admiration for Zuo Si.

As an absolutely neutral person, he has always disliked, and can even be said to look down on, Ilminster's petty style of acting everywhere.

On the contrary, I think that Zuo Si's idea of unabashedly showing the evil side of human nature, but knowing what it means to stop in moderation, and never easily breaking the balance between good and evil, agrees very much.

The only thing that makes Demon Duncan feel a little regretful is that Zuo Si is so inclined to be orderly, that there is a certain "narrow prejudice" against demons from the bottomless abyss.

Otherwise, the two should be able to agree on the idea of maintaining the great "balance" of the universe.

You must know that he formed an army of his own in the Gray Eagle World, and then repeatedly jumped between the camp of good and evil, and even helped the demon fight more than once, just to prevent the good and evil from having the absolute upper hand.

"So...... Is he really planning to unify the entire west coast of Feren and establish an empire? ”

Ilminster keenly grasped the point, put down the cup in his hand and showed a solemn expression.

Demon Duncan shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have asked me this question, but you should have asked Soth directly."

After all, you're all chosen by the goddess of magic, aren't you?

The only thing I know is that he has the strength, the ability and the means to make it happen.

Shaun VII, who is about to unify the Karin shirt and the Tesser, has made a young girl the crown prince, and I believe you should know what he wants to do.

In addition, Amm has recently undergone some drastic political changes.

According to the results of my investigation, the Council of Six is now gradually controlled by a woman named Vera Salem Quant after a brief battle.

Guess who she's loyal to now?

The archmages in power in the Masked Mage's Guild did not dare to disobey Soth's orders at all now.

It is even merging with the Emerald Society, which they have been encircling and hunting down for years.

As for Baldur's Gate, it was broken in that naval battle a few years ago.

All merchants engaged in maritime trade must rely on the fleet of the Nlanthel Islands to continue their business.

I think a single word of Soth is more effective than a hundred words from dukes who are in the midst of intense infighting.

Add to that the trade alliance initiated by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, and the power at his disposal is unmatched.

Perhaps in your rigid conventional thinking, you will feel that the good city-states and nations of Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and the Silvermoon Alliance will stand up and oppose it fiercely.

However, the reality was that Erasdr was the first to sign his name on behalf of the Silvermoon Federation, and Lord Nasir did not hesitate to announce that Neverwinter would join it.

In contrast, Waterdeep, which was still hesitating and hotly discussing, actually couldn't last long.

Because of the advent of airships, the transportation costs, which used to account for the largest proportion of land trade, were greatly reduced.

If the lords of Waterdeep choose not to join, then their merchants and the various goods they produce will quickly lose their price competitiveness and will not be able to sell at all, which will eventually lead to a series of serious consequences.

Otherwise, the whole city will decline and perish because of this.

Unless......

You can stand up and provide a more convenient, cheaper, faster, and safer means of transportation than an airship.

For example, a permanent portal that connects two cities. ”

"You actually took the time to do a detailed investigation on the West Coast?"

Hinbu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Of course!

I've even been to the ninth level of Bato's Hell once before, and I've seen firsthand the marvelous city that can be called a great miracle.

Believe me, if you've ever been there, you'll be amazed by Soth's vision, his thoughts, and his creativity.

He not only broke the strict hierarchy and extremely oppressive atmosphere of the devils, but also completely reversed the mortal perception that order and evil are equivalent to pain, torture, tyranny, oppression and slavery, and made countless people feel unprecedented happiness from it.

More than ninety percent of mortals who have been there feel that living in this super-giant and bustling city is far more than 10,000 times better than the best city in their hometown.

Even if the end result is to sign a contract to sell their souls and completely degenerate, they have no regrets.

This crystal ball contains a record of what I saw on the ninth level of hell, so if you are interested, you can also check it out.

After reading that, I want you to answer a question.

If evil is no longer something that makes people feel painful, but can derive pleasure from it, how do you stop them from choosing to be part of it? ”

As the last word blurted out, Duncan took out a palm-sized magic crystal ball from his pocket, and then read the command from his mouth to activate the stored screen.

Moment!

A crowd of high-rise buildings, neon lights, state-of-the-art vehicles powered by oil or electricity, and a constant stream of people enjoying food, wine, sex, video games, and entertainment.

If it weren't for the fact that they had just gotten some information from Duncan, and that they could have seen so many different kinds of devils coming in and out, Ilminster and Hembo couldn't have believed that such a city could be a level in Bartow's hell.

For there is nothing to be seen about pain, torment, oppression, and slavery, but rather to an unbridled indulgence and freedom.

It was easy to tell from the excitement, enjoyment, or pleasure on the faces of mortals and prayers that they were almost dying of love.

As we all know, the chaotic camp is the group that most likes to pursue freedom without any constraints.

It just so happened that the two in front of him were all in the chaos camp.

Among them, Ilminster is chaotic and good, while Simbu is chaotic neutral.

So they were immediately fascinated by the huge cyberpunk-style world, and began to look for the parts of the picture that the crystal ball unfolded.

Ilminster is clearly more interested in complea-hôte succubi, such as electronics and special services, while Simbu prefers vehicles with cool shapes and loud engines, especially two-wheeled heavy-duty motorcycles that are fast enough to go at lightning speed.

Whenever she sees a creature riding one of these bikes speeding down the road, the Storm Queen feels her heart beat faster and her adrenaline pumping.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the two of them finished watching all the footage recorded in the crystal ball, Ilminster sighed slightly: "Okay, I think I'm starting to understand what you mean."

Soth was unlike anyone I'd met before.

He is a traveling mage, and he has countless knowledge, vision, and unique insights from other planes and universes, so he cannot be measured by common sense.

I shouldn't, and don't need to, stop Soth from uniting the nations and towns on the West Coast.

Because he was never a destroyer or a destroyer, but a very clever creator and builder who could bring many very positive effects to the world.

That's why many gods love working with him.

But I still stuck to my original idea that he had to be limited and constrained to a certain extent. ”

"Restrictions and constraints? Is it just you and the harpists who may not even know what they're doing? Demon Duncan asked with a sneer.

Ilminster shrugged his shoulders: "Then you have to try to find out." Don't underestimate the power of the Harpist Alliance, they have more than once crushed the conspiracy of an enemy who is far more powerful than themselves, I don't know how many times. ”

Seeing that this old stubborn couldn't listen to his own words at all, Demon Duncan immediately set his eyes on Xinbu: "Storm Queen, you shouldn't go crazy with him this time, right?" ”

"No, of course not. I'm still waiting for Soth to expand his power to the shores of the Falling Star Sea, and then establish trade links with my ruling Agolalong, making the whole country rich and powerful. Xinbu pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled in response.

"Wise choice.

Despite rumors, you always have a reckless image that is easy to be consumed by a fiery temper.

But it seems to me that you are much smarter and calmer than Ilminster many times.

Okay, that's the end of this conversation.

Hopefully, the next time we meet, we won't hear about Ilminster's killing. ”

With that, Duncan stood up and prepared to use his interdimensional teleportation magic to return to his lair.

Just as he took out the expensive spell casting materials, Ilminster suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not so easy to die."

What's more, I'm pretty sure that even if I clash with Soth head-on, he'll only beat me up at best, and won't choose to kill me.

It's like if I win this fight, I won't kill the killer either.

Because the contradictions between us are closer to differences in ideas, ideas, and values, rather than the kind of fight that must be separated from each other. ”

"Then I'll wish him could break a few more ribs of your ribs in the middle of the fight, and burn all your proud beard and hair by the way."

Demon Duncan rolled his eyes angrily, followed by a quick chant of spells to complete the complex spell casting action, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After confirming that the mage king of the Grey Eagle World had completely left, Xinbu asked in a slightly concerned tone, "Are you really sure you want to be an enemy of Soth?" ”

"No, not for the enemy, just to stop some of his plans and attempts. The Son of Baal incident is a good place to start. Let me try the character of this traveling mage, the Chosen of the Gods, and the lord of the ninth layer of Bato's Hell. ”

As he spoke, Ilminster grabbed the wooden cane that he had placed beside him and stood up, his eyes shining with a strange light.

Obviously, he made this decision not on the spur of the moment, but after careful consideration.

Because when the two first met, Zuo Si's power was far from being as strong as it is now, and his power was limited to the area of Ascalla, the capital of Am, and he couldn't have too far-reaching influence on the continent under his feet.

However, with the rapid expansion of its strength and power, Zuo Si is now able to influence almost one-fifth or more of the area of the Faren Continent, and is making drastic changes to it according to his own ideas and concepts.

This rapid and utterly unpredictable change of whether the future will be good or bad has left Ilminster fearful of another horrific catastrophe like the end of the Nethrel era.

So he wants to delay the pace of change in his own way, sabotage some of the more radical plans, and preferably continue to maintain the status quo.

Of course, Zuo Si didn't know for the time being that the first elect of the Goddess of Magic, the Great Sage of the Valley of Shadows, had already set his sights on him.

But even if you know, you will only laugh it off, and you won't care too much.

In his eyes, Ilminster's approach was tantamount to an old stubborn man with great power but unable to keep up with the pace of the times, trying to single-handedly slow down the development of the entire civilization.

When a head-on collision occurs, Ilminster will find himself not against an imaginary handful of people, but a group of vested interests that are growing like a snowball.

It was not only the nobles and merchants who benefited from it, but also the peasants, guards, artisans, and practitioners who provided all kinds of services.

Even if a god dares to stand in the way of this train, he may be crushed in an instant.

You must know that the beliefs of most mortals are not so religious, and basically one is just a pan-believer, and there may be a change of guardian saint at any time.

When a god seriously harms their interests, then the belief in that god will naturally be spurned and resisted.

In fact, by the time Ilminster met with Morcan, a land transportation network of giant airships had already appeared over many cities.

The furthest point was even the area of the Dragon Coast, which is adjacent to the Falling Star Sea.

Even coastal cities such as Simon, Pross, and Irip have shown their desire to become part of the trade alliance after seeing the load capacity and transportation efficiency of the airship's horror.

After all, from the Falling Star Sea in the middle of the continent to the west coast, it is not possible to just take a boat by sea, you must change into a carriage and take the land route to reach the Steam Lake, and then cross the Sea of Glory and the Sea of Swords from the Steam Lake to finally reach Sword Bay.

However, the airship can easily cross thousands of meters of high mountains, take the shortest straight line air route, and only need two or three days to reach the destination.

This is much more time-saving and labor-saving than going around in a big circle, and the cost is also quite cheap, as long as you join the "group buying" organized by the Goddess of Fortune Church, it is even cheaper and more cost-effective than shipping.

As for security......

Ever since it became known that the fixed route connecting Silvermoon City and Ascatra had opened, no merchant would have doubted it.

After all, traversing such a dangerous large area can be safe, and it is naturally impossible to risk falling on a relatively safe plain like this.

What's more, the fate of the group of evil dragons and monster tribes who attacked the airship is enough to set an example for the monkeys.

Nine dragons of different colors, and more than 8,000 bloody heads, are still hanging on the take-off and landing platforms of Ascatla.

That strong visual impact is enough to make most people believe that Zuo Si definitely has the ability and willingness to kill any arrogant person who dares to rob an airship, whether the other party is a monster or a terrifying dragon.

Right now, he was sitting in the meeting room of the Masked Mage Guild's headquarters, his hands crossed over his chest, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over the restless faces with nervous expressions on their faces.

You don't need to ask to know that these people are all the archmages of the Masked Mage Guild who are above LV13, and they are also the real people in power within the organization.

The reason they behaved like this was because behind each of them stood at least five lichs who had mastered the magic of the Nine Rings.

In addition, there is a dragon lich prostrate on the floor beside it, motionless like a well-behaved pet.

"I believe that after a cordial and friendly visit and consultation, you should already know why I came here, right?" Zuo Si asked slowly.

"When...... Of course! From today onwards, you are the master and supreme leader of the Masked Mage's Guild, and we will obey every order you give without the slightest objection. ”

A pygmy mage specializing in illusion with a cast level of up to LV18 hurriedly stood up and responded while wiping his sweat.

From the horror revealed in his eyes, it is not difficult to see that he was frightened.

Anyone who lies in the room of the mage tower that thinks he is safe to sleep will suddenly be dragged out of the bed by five lichs and forcibly taken away, and his performance will not be much stronger.

It's so fucking scary!

Until now, the dwarf archmage had not figured out what kind of means the other party had used, and he had not alarmed the guards and magic protection in the mage tower.

This also means that if the other party wants to kill him, then he will not even have a chance to call for help or escape.

"That's right! We are willing to surrender to you! ”

"I am willing to hand over all the power and resources in my hands and wait for your delivery."

"This is a small gift that is not respectful, please be sure to accept it."

"Lord Soth, I have a very gifted and beautiful half-elf granddaughter, so why don't I give it to you as an apprentice."

All of a sudden, the high-level leaders of these masked mage guilds turned into licking dogs.

If you don't lick it, you can't do it!

Ever since being visited by the Lich, it's not that no one has thought of escaping.

But no matter where they go, these lichs will always be the first to find them when they need them.

After realizing the terrifying power in Zuo Si's hands, the archmages present completely accepted their fate.

After all, the number of lichs who have mastered the magic of the Nine Rings under other people's hands is far more than that of their own side, so what kind of fight is this, just raise the white flag and surrender as soon as possible.

Anyway, a scarce resource like a high-level mage, as long as there is no deep hatred, usually will not be wiped out, and at worst, he can accept the treatment of a dog.

What's more, there are so many lichs in one organization, doesn't it just show that the other party has the technology and method to completely transform the lich?

If we could get these, wouldn't we be able to escape death and gain eternal life?

Appreciating the groveling appearance of this group of archmages who usually think highly of themselves, Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Very good!" I like people who are knowledgeable about current affairs.

Rest assured, I will not move your position anytime soon, let alone deprive you of your power within the guild.

But there's a point!

In the future, when I enforce the law, I will turn a blind eye.

Unless there's too much of a mess, don't bother with the unleashing of arcane magic on the streets, and the merchants and adventurers who sell magic scrolls, potions, and items. ”

"What do you mean...... Gradually deregulation of the ban and regulation of arcane magic? ”

A human female, who looked very old, cautiously tentatively asked.

"That's right. It seems to me that there is nothing more stupid in all of Am's laws than prohibiting the use and research of arcane magic.

This not only weakens the country's development potential, but also harms the interests of all users of arcane magic.

Truth be told, you're lucky enough to survive without being praised by some spellcaster organization or powerful legendary mage.

Remember, not only will I open up the ban, but I will also give mages a higher social status in the form of a law and encourage them to pursue research in magic-related fields. ”

Zuo Si did not hide anything, and said his intentions generously.

Although he himself had already obtained a license to cast spells at will in Askatra, he had always wanted to repeal this magic ban.

"But how can the six-member council explain it?"

The other archmage grimaced.

Zuo Si waved his hand disapprenosingly: "Don't worry about the six-person council." My men will make sure that they are too busy to take care of themselves and simply have the time and energy to bother with the masked mage's guild of law enforcement. ”

"Understood."

The archmage hurriedly lowered his head and exchanged glances with his companions at the next table with very subtle movements.

As intelligent people whose intellectual attributes are all over nineteen or even twenty, they can already hear from this sentence that even the six-member council, the highest body of power, has been infiltrated and even controlled.

This also means that it won't be long before this young man in front of him will become a veritable King of Am.

Zuo Si ignored these small actions, and continued to ask on his own: "Regarding the merger plan with the Jade Association, how is it going now?" ”

"Everything went very smoothly.

Except for a very small number of guys who are strongly hostile to the Masked Mage Guild, more than sixty percent of them have been recruited at present.

But the problem is that many of these mages are from wild backgrounds, and they need to go through systematic training before they can be assigned tasks.

A small number of them were hired and bribed by the local nobles, ignoring orders from Lord Barrisriet. ”

Speaking of which, the human archmage set his eyes on the huge dragon lich not far away.

The latter raised his huge head and explained in a very helpless tone: "Master, I can't be blamed for this.

The Emerald Society was originally a loose alliance that existed to fight against the Masked Mage Guild.

Many of these mages are simply under a name, using organizational channels to buy the materials and magic items they need.

Although after a few years of infiltration, I have taken control of the vast majority of them.

But there are still a group of disobedient guys.

Of course, I'd be more than happy to kill them if you allow it. ”

Zuo Si touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then quickly shook his head and vetoed: "Forget it, let them go." Anyway, Amm will soon have to loosen the ban on arcane magic once and for all. If there's nothing else to do, you can go about it. ”

Moment!

The higher-ups of the Masked Mage Guild were immediately relieved, and they all activated the teleportation magic and fled.

The lichs bow to the leader of the Order and return to their own mage towers, including the dragon lich Barris Ryatt.

After everyone was gone, Sean VII, who was hiding in a dark corner, came out and commented in a slightly approving tone: "You are moving quickly, much faster than I thought.

In particular, having his lichs go directly to the upper echelons of the Masked Mage's Guild has a good deterrent effect.

It is estimated that in about a month at most, you should be able to hold Amm in the palm of your hand. ”

"It's not hard to take Am.

Because from its establishment to the present, it has always lacked a strong man in the true sense, which is completely different from Waterdeep.

I'm more concerned than Amm about what you're going to do with the Sons of Baal who are wandering around the mountains on the border?

You must know that as the cannibalism progresses, some of them will increase in divinity, and even receive the blessing of divine power. ”

Zuo Si asked with interest.

"Damn! Don't mention them. ”

Sean VII had a very rare look of irritation and annoyance on his face, and then complained in a low voice: "These guys have made a mess of the northern region of Karin, and I don't dare to send too many troops to suppress it, otherwise it will be equivalent to adding fuel to the fire."

The only thing that can be done now is to send a fleet and attack Manon from the sea.

After recovering Manon, he used it as a base to launch an attack on the kingdom of Tessel, avoiding the area of the mountains as much as possible.

By the way, you remember to say hello to the fleet operating in this area, I don't want to make any of the oolong incidents. ”

Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I've already said hello, and the fleet under your command can move south of the Vortex Mountains at will, and even go to the Nrainthel Islands for replenishment." ”

"Awesome! In this case, I can rely on ships to take a few port cities along the coast first, and then push inland. By the way, do you have any plans for the Son of Baal? ”

Sean VII suddenly asked.

"I don't have any special plans, let's take it one step at a time. Because I'm not sure how many people or gods are going to be involved. Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied.

Shane VII nodded thoughtfully: "That's right.

After all, this is about the ownership of the Blood Throne.

Whether it was a son of Baal who inherited everything from his father and became a mortal god, or the god of murder who returned with his own heir, it was a big deal for the whole world.

I believe that there will be many gods watching from the outer planes, and no one knows what will happen.

In a way, you're now one of the chess players, and you can't play in person.

Otherwise, it's a game-breaker. ”

"Yes! I found that the power was too strong, and it was invisibly constrained everywhere.

But it doesn't matter, I've already done it before everyone else.

All you have to do now is be patient and wait for that piece to start working. ”

As he said this, Zuosi's gaze had already fallen on Atio across a long distance.

Through the eyes of the white bear cub, he could clearly see the herds of goblins, orcs, and human robbers hiding in the forest.

There is no doubt that these fellows were all Shalovok's men, who were raiding along the road from Baldur's Gate to Belgoust, almost completely cutting off the trade routes on land.

Their aim is very simple, to artificially create panic and a shortage of the necessities of life, in order to make the regional situation tense and sensitive.

After several days of waiting, Atio had killed more than thirty bandits in the area, and had eaten all the metal weapons they had with him as a snack.

Right now, this guy was lying on the stone in a very lazy posture and basking in the sun with his eyes closed, not noticing that a petite figure had sneaked to the side, carefully rummaging through the pockets of the corpses that were scattered aside, and pulling out the bloodstained gold and silver coins from them......

(End of chapter)