"Sazastan is mobilizing the Ring Mentor of the Necromantic faction!"

"Nope! Not only Tour de France Mentors! And the vampire generals and the army of the undead in the provinces he controls! ”

"What? Mobilize the army? What is he trying to do? Crazy? ”

"Can we understand that this is a signal for an all-out war?"

"Probably not! Sazastan's army did not cross the border, but only moved on its own territory. Don't forget, he has several portals of his own, maybe something big outside of Serre. ”

"Can you find out where he's sending people?"

"Obviously not. But rumor has it that he seems to have been to Baldur's Gate before. ”

"Baldur's Gate? Isn't that Soth's sphere of influence? ”

"Yes! That's what worries me the most. If these two guys work together or form an alliance, that's not good news for us. In addition, there is information that Vishalon's followers are also present there in large numbers. ”

"So what now?"

"We're also sending some people to Baldur's Gate to investigate the situation."

……

After a brief exchange, the red-robed chiefs who opposed Sazastan quickly made a decision.

Within a few hours, the people who lived in Baldur's Gate noticed that the number of mages in red robes and hoods on the streets suddenly increased.

Some of them formed small teams of three or five, and some of them carried a few to a dozen heavily armed mercenaries with them.

If it had been the same as before, Grand Duke Iltan, who was in control of the Flame Fist mercenaries, would definitely notice that something was wrong and immediately launch an investigation.

But the problem is that he is now poisoned and lying unconscious in bed, unable to handle anything at all.

And basically all the cronies around him were replaced by shapeshifters, and no one asked the priest for treatment at all, so the toxins continued to erode the body and even the brain.

If nothing else, in a few days, the legendary warrior will take his last breath in an extremely aggrieved manner.

Of course, his political ally, Duke Silver Shield, was not much better.

He was attacked by the "Assassins of the Santarin Society" in his home, and his wife and son were all killed.

There is only one daughter who ran away from home and is missing, Shi Ji is lucky to stay alive.

As for why this Santarin Assassin put quotation marks, it is naturally because they did not do it at all, but deliberately arranged by Shalofok's subordinates.

The purpose is also very simple.

On the one hand, it is to eradicate the Duke of Silver Shield;

On the other hand, it can promote the evil, cruelty and unscrupulous methods of the Santil Fort and the Santarin Society, so that the people will hate and hate them even more, so as to pave the way for the next army.

Anyway, these guys originally had a terrible reputation in the Faeron Continent, and they had done a lot of immoral things.

As the saying goes, if there are more lice, it is not itchy, and if there are more debts, there is no worry.

Therefore, the Santarim Society itself does not care very much whether it is carrying the black cauldron.

However, a large number of red-robed mages from different factions and their subordinates appeared at the same time, so it was inevitable that there would be a battle between the open and the dark.

In just a few days, the law and order situation in Baldur's Gate has deteriorated dramatically, and clashes erupt almost every day.

In particular, the destructive power of mages is simply not comparable to other professions.

Often, a single three-ring spell can cause unimaginable damage.

Fire and lightning magic can cause terrible fires.

Coupled with the fact that the selfish red-robed mages didn't care about whether they would hurt the innocent, and occasionally they might pull up the corpses that were affected and died in the battle to be used as cannon fodder for the undead, ordinary people quickly couldn't stand it.

Not to mention ordinary people who don't have the ability to resist, even the Flame Fist mercenaries who are in charge of law enforcement have been killed several times.

Chaos, fear, and turmoil quickly spread around Baldur's Gate.

Many of the surrounding towns suffered heavy losses in the infighting among the red-robed mages.

After all, these are three forces, not two.

Among them, Vishalen is one faction, Sazastan is one, and Aznar Slur and his allies are the other.

Because the three parties are enemies of each other, there is no way to communicate effectively, and they all think that the other party is in an earth-shattering conspiracy, so they are particularly fierce.

Although the number of mages killed and wounded was not large, the number of casualties among their private troops, mercenaries, and guards soon reached as high as two or three hundred.

You know, this is not one of the soldiers in the ordinary army who doesn't even have the LV1 warrior level.

Rather, it is a high-level mercenary with at least LV5 warriors, thieves, rangers, bards, barbarians, etc.

Even more interestingly, the unusual behavior of the red-robed mages quickly alerted the Harpists League and the Santarim Society, and even several nearby Druid cults joined in.

There is no doubt that things have come far beyond the control of Shalofok.

At this moment, he was standing in a secret stronghold in the sewers of Baldur's Gate, listening to the report of his cronies, his face full of solemnity, and his eyes flashed with anger and chagrin.

It was a few minutes before he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why did those red-robed mages suddenly appear in large numbers at Baldur's Gate?" What are their intentions and purposes? ”

"Sorry, master.

All we know for now is that they're not in a group.

Instead, they are divided into at least three factions, which are fighting and fighting each other.

As for why, we don't have any eyes and ears at Searle, so we don't know at all.

However, the Mind Flayer who migrated from Amm seems to have formed an alliance with one of the red-robed mages. ”

A thief wrapped in a black cloak and hood replied cautiously.

It is not difficult to see from the recognizable dress and grooming of this guy that he is a spy lurking inside the Amam Shadow Thieves Guild, and with the help of the shadow thieves, he is finding out the news for the son of Baal in front of him.

After all, it hasn't taken a few years since Shalovok learned his true identity and started planning, and it is impossible for the stall to be so big.

In many cases, they either cooperate with other forces, or plant spies or bribe their high-ranking officials, and use the power of the other party to achieve their own goals.

So far, this bald hunk with a height of 1.9 meters and a height of nearly 2 meters has not only overshadowed the leader of the Baldur's Gate Shadow Thieves Guild, but also maintained close cooperation with many forces such as Mind Flayer, Shapeshifter, and Irenikas.

In addition, he also acted as a "filial son" not long ago, killing his adoptive father and his cronies and allies with his own hands, swallowing the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce in one bite, and using the wealth he has accumulated over the years to recruit troops.

At present, he has gathered a private army of about 1,000 people, and plans to mix these people into it as soon as he gets the command of the Flame Fist mercenaries, so as to ensure that the army can obey his orders 100%.

For the reinforcements of the Lord Alliance led by Waterdeep City in the north, Shalophok didn't want these nosy guys to come over at all.

The reason is simple!

What he wants is to set off a bloody slaughter to strengthen the divine power and divinity in his body.

Once the reinforcements of the Lords' Alliance discover that the army on the Baldur's Gate side is a group of bloodthirsty thugs, they will turn the spearhead and turn into enemies.

As the son of a murder god, Shalovok knew better than most of his siblings that he couldn't get along with the good and the orderly.

Just as he opened his mouth and wanted to ask for details, a man dressed as a spellcaster ran in from outside with a panicked expression, and said in a hurried tone: "It's a big deal!"

I just got the exact news.

Your brother named Aberdale has found the location of the bandit camp and rushed in to kill him.

It has now become a purgatory of blood and corpses.

All kinds of mutilated corpses, as well as internal organs that fell from the body, were everywhere. ”

What? What did you just say? Repeat it to me again! ”

Shalovok's voice rose sharply an octave.

You must know that the bandit camp is full of 400 robber gangs of goblins, humans, orcs, orcs, ogres, and gnolls.

Even if he did it himself, it would take a lot of effort to kill them all.

But now it's gone.

"Our bandit camp is finished.

Traders and adventurers should be able to get the word back to Baldur's Gate in a few days or so at most.

You'd better hurry up and plan ahead.

As soon as there is no more banditry, I am afraid that the Duke of Belt, who represents the interests of the merchants, will immediately ask for troops.

You must become the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate before this or risk being peached. ”

The man dressed as a mage hurriedly issued a solemn warning.

Although the Lower Merchant Alliance and the Seven Suns Merchant Alliance have been infiltrated by the Shapeshifters, they are still far from being fully controlled.

This means that Duke Bert is still a powerful political leader.

Especially when the Duke of Silver Shield was tragically destroyed and the Duke of Iltan was poisoned and unconscious, he was the most powerful person in the Baldur's Gate, and there was no one.

In contrast, Archduchess Lila Jenners is more often responsible for handling relations with the major temples, and her real power and wealth are very limited.

"Damn! Who the fuck can tell me what the hell is going on? How could Aberdale suddenly have that kind of strength? Could it be that the divinity and divine power in his body have also awakened? Shalovok roared in exasperation.

As long as you open the first few bounty orders from one hundred to five hundred, it is not difficult to see that he did not take this half-brother seriously at all.

The main purpose of the raid near Candle Keep was not to kill Abdel, but to kill Grian, a dangerous old mage and priest who knew the secrets of the Son of Baal.

However, it is not excluded that there is a little personal grudge in it.

After all, when Grion rushed into the sacrifice ceremony of the Baal believers, a total of two children escaped being brutally murdered.

One of them was Aberdell, who was later adopted by him, and the other was Shalovok, who took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Therefore, after learning the truth, watching the former being carefully cared for by his adoptive father and growing up little by little in a loving and warm environment, it would be strange if the latter had never had thoughts such as "how good it would be if the adopted person was himself".

In fact, Shalovok himself didn't quite know what kind of psychology he was in when he killed Grion.

But what is certain is that he never took this brother seriously, even if the other party has a taller and stronger body than himself (Aberdale is two meters and one three).

The mage smiled bitterly and explained, "I'm sorry, master.

Since there were no survivors, we weren't sure exactly what happened.

The information obtained through the Dead Talk spell is vague.

Even they didn't see how they were killed.

Most of the corpses also showed signs of being bitten and clawed by giant beasts in many places.

Although there is a bear in Aberdale's ranks, I personally prefer to have outside interference, possibly a nearby Druid.

Otherwise, Aberdell has the ability to transform into a Killer just like you.

I don't think the second option is very likely.

The accumulation of divinity and divine power is gradual, and it is impossible to have a sudden explosion. ”

"External forces ......"

Shalovok narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Almost at the same time, a dozen kilometers away from the bandit camp, which was littered with corpses, Aberdale and his party were sitting around a campfire celebrating the unprecedented victory.

All kinds of precious magic items, scrolls, equipment, gold and silver currency, precious metal trade bars and other valuable things were discarded on the ground.

You don't need to ask to know that all these things were robbed by robbers during this time, killing people and stealing goods.

But now, it's all their spoils.

Ammon, who has a lively and active personality, screams with excitement and grabs a large handful of gold and silver coins and scatters them into the air to vent the excitement in her heart.

Without a doubt, the battle for the bandit camp was the most intense and exciting battle she had experienced since leaving Candlekeep.

Despite the help of the white bear cub Atio, the group is still in danger.

In the end, it was only by Aberdell's sudden outburst that he finally defeated the leader of the enemy without danger.

At this moment, Jasila was staring at the son of Baal with very concerned eyes, and asked in a tone that was not very sure, "Are you sure you are really okay?" ”

"Of course! I'm so good now! ”

Aberdell raised his arm in a strong, powerful gesture and grinned confidently.

Because in the battle just now, he alone killed more than forty robbers, and he could feel as if he would never get tired in the frenzy of killing.

Especially when the killing is on the rise, the strength, constitution, and agility attributes will be greatly increased, and the skin will also take on an abnormal and strange color.

The last few ogres, who were infinitely powerful in the eyes of ordinary warriors, were even suppressed in the collision of pure power, and were finally beheaded by a sword.

"I think it's better to be careful. You must know that the expression on your face before was as hideous as that of a hungry ghost. ”

Jasila's tone was visibly nervous and anxious.

As a friend of Garian's and a member of the Harpist's League, she knew very well what evil and filthy blood flowed in the young man in front of her, who was always secretly staring at her with lustful eyes.

"Haha! Nothing to worry about! What's wrong with having a hideous expression when facing enemies? At least you can scare the other person. ”

Ammon still looks heartless, constantly rummaging through the loot for the "gadgets" she is interested in.

Since developing a strong interest in arcane magic, she has developed a passion for collecting all kinds of magical items and scrolls.

Noticing that the little girl who had dyed her hair pink had started to gag again, Jasila immediately reprimanded angrily, "Don't think it's a trivial matter.

There are a lot of people in the world who are obsessed with killing and end up going insane.

I don't want Grian's children to be like that.

Also, where did the Ram Ring you used in battle come from?

As far as I know, it's not cheap, and it's not just available anywhere. ”

"Uh- this is what I found from the corpses of some robbers before I met you and Khalid before."

Ammon casually lied.

The girl hadn't forgotten that she had promised Zuo Si to keep the meeting of the Friendly Arm a secret.

But how could a botched lie like this fool a veteran harpist.

Jasila unceremoniously questioned, "Can the robbers afford the Ram's Ring worth tens of thousands of gold coins?" If they could afford such high-grade magic items, would they still have to risk their lives to do the roadblock robbery business for some money? ”

"Maybe they snatched it from their victims?" Ammon quibbled with some weakness.

"Humph! Do you think that someone who can wear the ring of the ram can't deal with even a few robbers? ”

Jasila's tone suddenly became very stern, and her eyes were full of scrutiny.

She didn't have to ask to know that she had already noticed the extra ram ring in Ammon's hand.

After all, the shape of this thing is so unique, it looks like a sheep's head.

Coupled with the ability to identify magical items accumulated through years of adventure, figuring out whether it is true is not a matter of minutes.

However, Jasila is not sure how Emmon obtained the Ram Ring.

After all, the girl is a thief with good pickpocketing skills.

Anyone who has been teammates with thieves knows how much they owe their hands and want to steal something valuable from someone else.

She had thought that the ring had been stolen from some adventurer.

is even mentally prepared to be caught up by others and ask for guilt.

But who knew that after so long, there was no owner to find the door.

This, coupled with Montaro's inexplicable resurrection, leads Jasila to believe that Amon must have met someone on the Friendly Arm and received some help from them.

But she couldn't figure out who she had seen.

"Hey, hey! Who knows? ”

Seeing that her lie was exposed, the girl simply played the scoundrel and ran to be the companion of the white bear who was gnawing on steel products.

Looking at Aemon and Aberdale, two extremely unreliable problem children, and then at the other side of the Santarin Society's spies Sal and Montaro, Jasila suddenly felt tired.

She never dreamed that this trip would turn out like this.

Thankfully, the bandit camp was cleared and the party was finally able to claim their bounty and leave for Baldur's Gate.

As a druid, the messenger of nature, Jasila undoubtedly dislikes cities.

Because in her mind, the city is like one scar after another in nature, ugly and dirty.

Moreover, people living in cities always need to consume a lot of wood, so they greedily cut down forests and destroy the local ecological environment.

Although Jasila does not belong to a faction that sees cities and civilizations as enemies of nature, unlike the radical Druids, every once in a while will randomly pick a town and attack it to destroy.

But they will also find ways to curb population growth and urban sprawl.

However, after the incident in the bandit camp, she felt that she should quickly hand over the letters and notes found in the chief's tent to Baldur's Gate officials.

It's a pity that Jasila didn't know that Baldur's Gate had already had a violent upheaval when he was burrowing into the dense forest.

It is estimated that when the team enters the city in a few days, the mastermind behind the scenes, Shalovk, has already cut off the last obstacle and successfully ascended to the position.

When the time comes, they will not be greeted by the difficulty of survival at the hell level.

……

At the same time, in the Xuanqi Hall in the city of Baldur's Gate, Zuo Si, who quietly entered the Baldur's Gate, was chatting happily with a dwarf.

To be precise, the two sides have been talking here for several days on end, exchanging views on a lot of philosophical and technical aspects.

Obviously, this dwarf is none other than the god of craftsmanship Gunde, who has recently given a great gift.

Since the end of his meeting with Sazastan, Zuo Si stopped by to visit this rather interesting deity in the spirit of having come all the time.

The reason why I say it is interesting is that Gonde's personality, like that of many stereotypical genius scientists, does not care about the conflict between good and evil, order and chaos, and is bent on promoting the advancement of creative inventions, technologies and processes.

He and his church are basically like the inhabitants of Lantan Island, always keeping a certain distance from the other gods, and appear slightly withdrawn.

If it weren't for the massive amount of materials and rare and precious materials that need to be consumed to invent and improve craftsmanship, I believe that these technologists would not cooperate with the merchants in the Church of Wojin, the goddess of wealth.

After all, they don't invent to make more money, nor to be famous, but to enjoy the joy and sense of accomplishment that comes with success.

This is very different from what happens on Earth.

Right now, Zuo Si was holding a small box of granular gray matter in his hand, and asked with interest: "This is the pyrotechnic powder you taught to the residents of Lantan Island?" It's actually made from some special mineral mixed with flame and air element particles! ”

"Hahahaha!

Incredible, right?

In some of the worlds you've been to, most gunpowder is burned violently to produce heat, which causes the gas to expand and then propulsive.

But in Feren, a lot of the chemistry of other worlds doesn't apply here.

In particular, the ubiquitous interference of magical energy can make even the most complex chemical reactions unrecognizable.

I believe that you should be well aware of this.

But as the saying goes, when a door is closed, a window is often opened.

Although complex chemical reactions cannot be achieved in Ferron, there are very unique elemental and energy reactions here.

Especially in the veins located underground, more magical energy is hidden over time.

This is why gems from the ground are often essential for making magical items.

So I invented a magic that would allow the priests to extract the energy from the residue of the ore veins and turn it into the pyrotechnic powder you see now.

With it, muskets and artillery came into being.

Therefore, the firearms produced in Lantan Island are all alchemical items, not the industrialized assembly line weapons that can be mass-produced and installed in parallel as you remember. ”

When he said this, Gunde was obviously very happy, and could even be said to be a little dancing.

Combined with his dwarf height and comical expression, it's hard to associate him with a majestic god.

"It's really a wild imagination."

As he spoke, Zuo Si stuffed the pyrotechnic particles into the barrel of a flintlock pistol shaped like an eighteenth-century style, then stuffed a heavy metal projectile carved with intricate magical patterns and symbols, and aimed it at the wall behind him and pulled the trigger.

Next Second......

Bang!

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!

With the sound of pulling the trigger, an entire wall three or four meters thick collapsed, scattering countless masonry and debris.

Thanks to the pastors who live here, they were kicked out, otherwise they would have had a heart attack.

After the smoke and dust cleared from the sky, Zuo Si saw that the impact of the force field formed by the projectile had destroyed all the rooms on the other side of the wall.

Whether it was marble columns, furniture, or ceilings, they all shattered into tiny fragments as if they had been ploughed by artillery, and the ground became pitted.

There is no doubt that the culprit for all this is not only the seemingly backward alchemy musket in his hand, but also the enchanted projectile that has been quickly disintegrated and dissipated after being fired.

In terms of power, magic weapons are much more terrifying than ordinary thermal weapons on Earth.

A small pistol projectile is still like this, not to mention the oversized projectile stuffed into the barrel, which can definitely blast the entire Xuanqi Hall and the surrounding buildings into ruins with one shot.

After all, the damage caused by a magical field is much more terrifying than the impact of a chemical explosion.

The latter's destructive power weakens quickly after passing through several walls and a certain distance, and if the flying fragment damage is removed, the radius of destruction is far less than one might think.

But as long as the magic energy maintained is sufficient to sustain it, and it is not destroyed by some specific spell, then it can always exist.

Combined with the violent collision and squeeze brought by the projectile's ultra-high rate of fire, even if a high-level soldier does not die, he will be half-disabled.

In addition to this, bullets can also increase penetration by increasing the level of enchantment, attach a large area of fire, frost, lightning, sound waves, and strong acid damage, and even craft bullets with effects such as disarming magic and dissociation.

The only downside is one word - expensive!

Whether it's an alchemy musket or a variety of enchanted projectiles, the price is not something that ordinary adventurers can afford.

To be precise, this is a common problem with almost all high-level magical items, and it is also the reason why magic is difficult to popularize and completely replace technology.

Looking at the place that had turned into ruins, Gonde immediately hooked his fingers, used his divine power to restore everything to its original state, and then said in a slightly helpless tone: "No way.

In Torreel, magic is the most powerful force.

It has taken a toll on technology and craftsmanship to a certain extent.

I can only find a way to give my followers some strength to fight against.

And most of my followers can't take magic into technology and make something refreshing like you do. ”

"That's because the inventors of Lantan Island are too extreme, and they always want to prove that they can do many incredible feats without the help of magic.

Otherwise, with their level of intelligence, it shouldn't be difficult to become a mage.

It seems to me that magic is an objective thing in this world, just like gods and beliefs.

In that case, why resist and reject it?

I believe you should know from Ogma, the god of knowledge, that I am from a world where there are no real gods and no magic, and who are extremely materialistic.

But now I don't learn magic and use magic, and I even have good relationships with many gods.

Many times, the obstacle to a person's progress is not weakness and ignorance, but rather arrogance in the mind and spirit. ”

Zuo Si fiddled with the alchemy musket in his hand and explained his philosophy to the god of craft.

In his opinion, it is undoubtedly foolish to reject objectively existing things through subjective consciousness and emotion.

Because what objectively exists is not subject to human will.

"Then how do you think we should change the status quo on Lantan Island?" Gunde asked with a sad face.

Zuo Si replied with a smile: "It's very simple, just let them have more contact with the outside world."

The main reason why Lantan Island became like that in the past was that it was too closed and did not have much trade, thought and cultural exchange with the mainland.

But now that they have airships with fixed routes, it is believed that they will soon be exposed to new things outside, which will cause changes in themselves.

After the establishment of my West Coast Empire, I will also cooperate with Lantan Island in terms of technology and craftsmanship.

It won't be long before those inventors realize that learning arcane magic doesn't affect their creativity, but rather gets more inspiration from it.

And technology and craftsmanship not only need to compete with each other, but also need a large and dynamic market to digest, and then continue to generate profits to feed back to its creators.

It's a very complex system, and it will take me and the goddess of fortune Wokin to complete a little time, so please wait and see. ”

"What do you mean...... Business, process, technology and invention are inextricably linked? ”

Gonde seemed to understand something, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

Zuo Si shook his head lightly and explained: "No, it's not just that, there is also a strong state and government.

The State is responsible for providing law, order and a fair playing market, as well as for the protection of personal security and personal property.

Without this, it is impossible to form a unified market, let alone achieve a prosperous business and trade.

In turn, a boom in commerce and trade leads to a better life for people, more goods for people, and more tax revenue for governments and the state.

When people and nations become wealthy, they naturally crave more novel inventions to improve the less convenient aspects of everyday life.

Inventions and creations should not be like buildings in the sky without any support, floating high in the sky and untouchable.

It should exist to meet some of people's needs.

Only in this way will this virtuous cycle continue until the accumulation changes to a qualitative change and triggers a chain reaction.

In addition, I recommend that you go to Ogma, the god of knowledge, and read the book "Productive Forces and Production Relations", as well as the section on the recent history of the Industrial Revolution in another world.

After reading it, I believe you will have a clear understanding of this cycle. ”

Gonde nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll take a look later." Oh, by the way, do you need a hint about the drastic changes happening at Baldur's Gate? ”

"Hehe, thank you for your kindness, but no. Because whether it's Shalovok or any other guy who wants to fish in troubled waters, it's under my watch. ”

Zuo Si smiled and expressed his gratitude to the god of craftsmen.

Although it was the first time they met, both sides had confirmed the identity of each other's allies.

"What about Visharen and his plan to seal the gods?"

Gunde asked again with a smirk.

This time, Zuo Si didn't continue to shirk, but asked very humbly: "Do you know what he dug up in the Purple Dust Plain?" ”

"Hmmm!

The god of storms left behind something terrible in the ancient ruins of that desert.

I can't go into too much detail, but you can go back and take a closer look at the boy's right eye.

Remember to be careful!

The power of that thing was comparable to that of a high-level artifact, and if it was accidentally activated, it could turn all of Ascatra into ruins, along with Am. ”

After saying this, Gonde directly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the air.

"Comparable to a high-level artifact? What was left behind by Taros, the god of storms? ”

Zuo Si touched his chin with an interested expression.

There is no doubt that Talos, the god of storms, is a very old deity, and legend has it that it was born from the first battle between the twin goddesses of creation, Shar and Suren.

If this legend is true, then Talos was born as a god, like many other original gods such as Tampas, the goddess of magic, and so on.

The realm he controls is not just storms, but fires, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, thunder and lightning, and a series of natural disasters with symbols of destruction.

The furious gods under their command do not rely on mortal beliefs to sustain themselves, but on their awe and fear.

And because his avatar often has one eye intact and the other eye with an eye patch, many people believe that Talos has some connection to the orc god Guush, and it is very likely that he split from one god and two faces.

This is not something to be fuss about in the universe where the planet Torel is located.

For example, the main god of the elven god system, Ke Ruilong, is now the wife of the Trinity, and she has three faces at the same time;

Mulholland's god of war, Anhe, is also known as Laman in the Ense Empire, and the goddess Isis is called Ishta.

In addition, Tiamat, the god of dragons, also has a face called "Taxis after darkness" in the Klein world where the Dragon Lance story takes place.

In short, any powerful deity with widespread influence often has more than one name and identity.

It's like if you log in to a chat app with an account, then join a different chat group and change your business card in the group.

Normally, all the faces of a god will be very close to his camp, and there will be no opposition between one being good and the other being evil.

Otherwise, the spark of divinity located in the outer plane will be torn apart, and eventually completely evolve into two completely different gods, or even gods who are opposed to each other.

This can be glimpsed from the split of the goddess of luck, Taiki, into the goddess of luck, Taimora, and the goddess of bad luck, Bunsaba.

As the oldest deity in the crystal wall system, Talos undoubtedly has so many faces, and his god names are so many that he can't remember a page of parchment.

From the time when the ancient benthic devilfish founded an underwater empire, he was widely worshipped as a god.

Later, after the rise of the Creator race, he was also worshipped as the most important god.

As for the later age of giants and dragons, as well as the age of elves, Talos also retained his throne of powerful divine power.

When human civilization began to rise, in order to appease this evil god capable of causing terrifying natural disasters, even the Grand Arcanist of Nessreel, who disdained the gods, maintained the most basic respect for him.

While some scholars are digging ancient tombs, they can even find a dozen or twenty Talos statues and shrines with different names.

Coupled with the freewheeling nature of its chaotic faction, no one can really investigate what the source behind Talos, the god of storms, is.

Perhaps Shar knows, Suren knows, Tampas, the god of war, Cunya, the mother earth goddess, and Ogmar, the god of knowledge, may know, but not necessarily the other gods.

There is no doubt that Gonde's words succeeded in arousing Zuo Si's exuberant curiosity.

He really wanted to find out what the storm god Talos had left behind in the Purple Dust Plains, and why he could make mortals leap to become demigods with weak divine powers.

With this thought in mind, Zuo Si ignored the red-robed mages who were fighting to death inside and outside Baldur's Gate, and directly cast a teleportation spell and returned to the mage tower in Askatra.

But as soon as he walked out of the teleportation room, the tower consciousness directly sent a notification, saying that a guest from afar was waiting in the living room.

Guest?

Zuo Si was obviously a little confused.

Because the tower consciousness did not announce the other party's name, it meant that the visitor was not anyone he had met before.

This instantly aroused his interest, and he immediately came to the reception room without stopping.

As soon as he walked through the door, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw a pool of humanoid creatures that seemed to be made of swollen skin and rotten meat, sitting on the sofa like a fat house, eating a variety of snacks from the modern society of the earth, while drinking dozens of different flavors of drinks, including happy fat house water, and from time to time there would be no pig-like satisfied humming.

The rotten flesh wore a golden jewel-encrusted crown on its head, ornate magical robes, and a strangely shaped staff at its feet.

Judging by the arcane aura released by these three magic items, even if it is not an artifact, it is still a legendary magic item.

As for the other magic rings and amulets worn, that's even more.

The most important thing is that the negative energy released from this guy's body is out-and-out negative.

In other words, he is an undead creature in the truest sense of the word—a lich.

Because of his appearance and identity, it didn't take much effort for Zuo Si to recognize that the visitor was none other than one of the few great arcanists left over from the Nessreel era, known as the "Undead" Owo.

His unique necromancy allowed him to retain his humanity and desires even after becoming a lich.

Back then, because she fell in love with Lyla, the Elector of the Goddess of Magic, she almost lost the Black Rod of Kelburn.

The lifebox shattering technique he invented made himself an existence that could not be killed in the true sense of the word......