Uraspil, one of the most important ports in the southwest of Sambia, is also the most important maritime transport hub in close proximity to Darren, the largest border city of the Cormir Kingdom.

It was through this that the nobles and wealthy merchants, who occupied large tracts of land, were able to sell their farms, orchards, vineyards and all kinds of livestock by the cheapest means of transport to the most densely populated areas in the north, near the capital of Aldurin.

On the one hand, it makes a lot of profits, and on the other hand, it keeps the prices of local necessities from rising too much.

On the return voyage, the ship is loaded with a range of handicrafts such as cloth, condiments, carpets, steel products, etc., as well as arts and crafts such as paintings, sculptures, and bronze statues.

Since the entire southern part of Sambia is dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry, such commodities can often be sold at a good price.

From an economic point of view, this is clearly a typical complementary economic structure.

As long as trade is stable, the ruling classes on both sides of the North and the South will be able to reap enough benefits to maintain the stability of the country.

Now, however, with the revolts and riots of the Holodomor sweeping across Sambia, the country is divided in two by the Akon River.

In addition to a few large cities that are still in the hands of the oligarchy, the countryside and towns have basically fallen, and there are more than a dozen forces that shout that they want to overthrow the government and reorganize the country.

In contrast, the South, because of its relatively sparse population and large number of plantations, adopted serfdom, even if there was a shortage of grain, it would not completely run out of food.

Not to mention that there was enough fruit, dairy, and meat to fill the stomach, so the rebel army was relatively small.

Under normal circumstances, with the strength of the Sambian nobles and big merchants, it should be easy to extinguish these flames by pulling out the young men among the overseers and serfs to form an army.

But the problem is that the coalition formed by these guys was attacked by the Church forces led by Celul Darker on the way before they could enter the area of the uprising to encircle and suppress it.

With less than 350 men, the latter directly crushed the unsuspecting army of more than 4,000 people.

Especially when the overseers and nobles died, the serfs who were forcibly recruited had no intention of resisting at all, and laid down their arms and chose to surrender.

By recruiting and reforming the captives, Celul Darker was able to replenish his troops with two or three thousand at once.

She then led the army on a crusade to the west and soon occupied large tracts of farms, pastures and plantations, making it the most powerful separatist force in southern Sambia.

The capture of Ulastir three days ago through a combination of inside and outside the country was like a hammer that smashed into the heart of the ruling group in southern Sambia.

Without this port, they would no longer have access to weapons and armor from the north and the outside world, nor would they be able to sell what they produced.

As for the kingdom of Cormier, which is connected by land to the south, the borders were completely closed at the beginning of the turmoil, and now even merchants are forbidden to pass through.

This means that if Sellul is not quickly defeated and recaptured by Ulastir, the oligarchs will be trapped alive in their own estate, and will eventually have to watch the land, wealth and serfs be eaten away little by little, and then completely destroyed.

And that's not all!

Cellul's mass freeing of serfs as freedmen and giving them land also made them sit on pins and needles, and they had to spend a lot of money to hire guards to prevent the serf revolt that might arise at any time.

After all, although the serfs in Sambia are better off than those real slaves, who would want to continue to be serfs now that they have the opportunity to gain freedom and their own land.

Many farmers and ranchers who were slow to respond, and their entire families, young and old, were killed in their estates by serfs who suddenly rioted.

The latter, upon success, will quickly defect to Celul and accept his rule.

In this environment, a large number of wealthy people were forced to abandon their estates and castles and live in the city of Dalren.

It is only in such large cities with professional armies, law and order that they can barely gain a sense of security.

There is no doubt that the capture of the port of Uraspil means that the forces under the command of Celul have completely firmly grasped the initiative strategically.

What she wants now is to digest the captured chassis and train those soldiers into elites by the way.

This would allow for a formal assault on Dalren, completely destroying the last stronghold of the nobles and wealthy merchants in southern Sambia, and ending their rule once and for all.

At this moment, the young woman who had fallen from a paladin to a dark guard was standing on the upper floor of the municipal building of Port Uraspil looking out over the bay in the distance.

After a few minutes, she asked, "Well, did the pastors of Bane agree to work with us?" ”

A middle-aged officer standing at the door hurriedly nodded vigorously and replied excitedly, "Yes, Ms. Selure."

Just half an hour ago, they decided to join your side after deliberation and sent Priests and Dark Guardians to serve the army.

In addition, the churches of Talos, the god of storms, Ambori, the goddess of the sea, Wokin, the goddess of wealth, and Gonde, the god of craftsmen and crafts, are willing to acknowledge your dominion over the city.

However, the churches of Tymorrah, the goddess of luck, and Loshanda, the Lord of the Dawn, have not yet taken a stand.

In addition to this, when we counted the dock warehouses, we found iron ingots, weapons, and armor from the north, probably enough to arm about a thousand men, as well as a lot of oil, cured meats, jerky, cheese, apples, and wine to be shipped to the north.

These supplies will be a good way to alleviate the pressure of our current lack of food reserves and weapons and equipment.

The most important thing is that we have obtained a lot of ships, which can go directly by sea and land to threaten the two large cities of Serren and Sergand in the north, so that they do not dare to send reinforcements south to support Darren.

Once our army has captured Darren, you will be crowned queen there and claim to be the rightful ruler of the southern region of Sambia. ”

"No, Inigo. You should know that I am not doing this to become a queen, let alone power, but to live up to the great Lord Soth's idea of rule and to do good by evil means. ”

As she said this, Celul raised her chin slightly, and an extremely pious and fanatical expression appeared.

Because as her power in Sambia grew, she felt how powerless kindness and justice were for ruling a country.

Only iron and blood, as well as violence, killing, and death, can stop the never-ending greed of mortals and subjugate the ignorant and ignorant civilians to the leadership of a more far-sighted elite.

In fact, when accepting serfs who started a riot and killed their masters, Celul met many people who were blinded by greed.

Originally, these people were only one of the serfs.

However, after successfully leading a rebellion and occupying the manor, he not only wanted to keep the wealth and land he had robbed, but also hoped to obtain the corresponding official position and power to become an independent lord.

Others simply set themselves up as kings, turned themselves into their most hated masters, and then went on to enslave other serfs to serve themselves.

The most terrible are the madmen who have tasted the sweetness of plunder.

They will destroy everything around them like locusts, venting their pent-up anger, resentment, and growing desires, and all they pass is basically in ruins.

Since there was no clear guiding ideology, and most of the serfs were uneducated, their uprisings were often destructive and destructive, without any planning or foresight.

Rely on kindness and justice in dealing with these guys?

Rely on the three-inch tongue to persuade and rely on the personality charm of the holy warrior to be moved?

No kidding!

Many of the emissaries sent to negotiate were humiliated and even brutally killed.

Several female emissaries were even violated in turns that could not be described in words, and when they were rescued, they were even in a trance.

Selul unceremoniously led his army to slaughter the mob, telling everyone with naked violence what the consequences would be if they rebelled against their rule.

This was followed by a policy of repression, forcing the remaining serfs to continue working on the land and distributing it to those who were obedient, and soon restored agricultural production and local order.

Ironically, the serfs who had been violently suppressed would have thanked her in return.

Compared to the chaos in the rest of Sambia, the areas under Selu's iron fist are exceptionally safe and stable, with mobs, robbers and bandits rarely visible.

The officer, known as Inigo, put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, saying, "I understand what you mean, and I also endorse the philosophy of governance preached in the Church.

But in any case, there must always be a supreme ruler in Sambia.

And you're the perfect person for me.

I believe that the great Lord Sos will also recognize this. ”

The voice has not fallen!

A familiar voice came from the door of the room: "You're right, I couldn't agree more. ”

"Who?!"

Inigo jerked out his sword, turned around and assumed a defensive stance.

Since the port of Ulastil had only been occupied for a short time, it was not uncommon for Assassins, nobles, and wealthy merchants to jump out and carry out assassinations.

However, when he saw the true face of the comer, the whole person instantly froze in place and could not move, and his pupils rapidly dilated, revealing a strong fear.

Although the officer didn't recognize Zuo Si who was walking in the front, he did recognize the huge Deep Hell Purgatory who was following Zuo Si.

A high-level devil like this, located at the pinnacle of Bato's Hell, can easily destroy a city, let alone a small port town with a population of just over 20,000 people.

"Long time no see, Celul Gloo. I can't believe that after you left Santil Fort, you actually came to Sambia to make such a big move. ”

Zuo Si looked at the woman with short blond hair and dark black heavy armor in the distance with interest.

Unlike the last time they met, she was now well-proportioned and slightly muscular, making her a pretty good commander of the army and leader of a faction.

In particular, the power feedback and dark guard level that she has gained in the process of practicing her ideas have made Celul extremely powerful.

After a while, it is even possible to cross the threshold and become a terrifying legendary Dark Guard.

There is no doubt that she has almost completely embraced Zuo Si's thoughts and ideas.

Although he does not believe in Bane, the god of tyranny, he is an out-and-out ruthless tyrant.

"My lord?!"

Seluer's eyes instantly burst into surprise, three steps and two steps ran from the windowsill, knelt on the ground with a plop, held one of Zuo Si's hands and kissed the magic ring on his finger affectionately to show obedience, and then asked in a tone that was not very sure: "What kind of wind blew you here?" ”

"It's not because of this church that you created."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his head and glanced at the shrine placed on the cabinet and the bust statue of himself, and suddenly couldn't help but get goosebumps.

The thought of a large number of people praying and worshipping to him every day gives him a sense of distortion.

"Is there anything wrong with this church?"

Serul blinked inexplicably.

Zuo Si sighed helplessly and replied, "Its biggest problem is that I don't want to spread faith in the Faeron Continent, and I'm not interested in starting a boring organization like a church. You can spread my ideas, but you can't mention me by name. ”

"I ...... I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

Serule was visibly stunned.

After all, she was taught since she was a child that if she wants to believe in a god or a god-like creature, she must strive to practice the teachings and let more people accept and recognize the ideas.

"I mean, there are three paths in front of you right now.

The first is to secularize the so-called church, to transform all believers and pastors into a secular ruling class and to exist in another way;

The second is to immediately stop accepting believers, holding any form of religious assembly, and dissolve the entire organization from within;

The third is to change the object of worship from me to another god or demon, such as this hellish purgatory behind me.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing them all with my own hands.

Remember, I don't need anyone's worship and I don't need so-called devotional faith.

Oh, by the way, by the way.

From this day forward, I will not give any priest any more magic than you, nor will I answer prayers.

As for the rest, let Uthaya talk to you. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the two people in the room, and directly opened a portal and disappeared without a trace.

After a long while, Serul came back from her shock, covered her face and muttered to herself incoherently like crazy, "Why is this happening? What exactly am I doing wrong? ”

"Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't have started this church on your own initiative without the master's permission, or even continued to grow it."

Ulternal Purgatory Ushaya grinned and gave the answer.

"But this is how other gods and even the Devil Order operate? Spread the teachings, attract believers, expand the influence on the physical plane, and let more people understand and recognize the core ideas within them. Celul said excitedly in her own defense.

But Uthaya stretched out a finger meaningfully and shook it gently in front of the dark guard: "No, no, no, don't compare the great master with those gods and demons.

For him, faith is not only a source of strength, but also a bondage.

Instead of helping your master, your self-righteous actions are putting layers of shackles on him.

When there are more and more believers in this world, the more likely it is that the master will receive something like a spark of divinity, divine power, and priesthood.

And these are precisely the things he most disgusts, the most hateful, and the least needed.

So the Order you have established has caused great distress to the master, and it must be destroyed.

But don't worry, it's just the faith in him that the master needs to destroy, not the power you've built, and the idea of domination.

Next, I will personally supervise you through the process as soon as possible.

In addition, I will give you a large amount of food as support to help you occupy the whole south and the whole of Sambia. ”

"So I did something stupid with good intentions?"

Serul had a bitter expression on her face.

She couldn't believe that the church she had worked so hard to build and grow was actually a shackle, a burden, and a constraint in Zuo Si's eyes.

"That's right! You've done something very, very stupid! But fortunately, the owner gave you a chance to make amends. Now, call all the priests who have lost their magic, I think they must be terrified right now. ”

As the last word blurted out, a playful smile appeared on Utya's face.

Because this devil has just talked to his master, he intends to try to transform the object of the Order's faith into himself, and then become the real controller behind the situation in Sambia.

Of course, this is not an easy thing to do.

But this has nothing to do with Zuo Si anymore.

What he wanted to do was to wipe out the cult before anyone else noticed, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

You must know that the ultimate goal of all demons or demons who preach in the material world is to become gods through the power of faith, and then become stronger on the basis of the original.

However, as a traveling mage, Zuo Si obviously didn't want to become a god at all, so Seluer's behavior was completely superfluous, and it had to be nipped in the bud before it spread.

Otherwise, once it spreads, it will be very difficult to completely destroy it.

After dealing with this matter, Zuo Si did not stop too long in Sambia, which was mired in civil strife, but took his apprentice Sancho to a mountain peak in the Troll's Claw, ready to enjoy the fateful battle of the two sons of Baal.

He wondered if Aberdale would be able to win the final victory with the power that Shalovok now possessed.

If the answer is yes, then there must be a manipulation by the murder god Baal behind him.

In other words, Aberdale was originally the resurrection door that Barr left for himself.

"Mentor, I don't understand, why don't you pay attention to the violent turmoil caused by the countless sons of Baal in the south, but instead pay attention to these two guys?" Sancho couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, because no matter how much trouble those guys in the south make, it's just a toss.

Believe me, the true heir to the Blood Throne will be born between Shalophok and Aberdale.

You have been sacrificed to the temple beneath Baldur's Gate by Shalo Fokra, and you should know best how much of the divine power and divinity in his body has grown.

And Aberdell has something in his body that is about to hatch.

Add to that the carnage and death of the war as a catalyst, and when the curtain comes down, a mighty Son of Baal will be born. ”

Zuo Si didn't hide anything, and directly told the boy next to him the truth of everything.

"What about me? What is the point of me being here? Sancho continued to ask.

Zuo Si looked at the place where the murder god Baal had fallen not far away, and replied with a chuckle, "I hope you can learn more about the nature of divinity and divine power through this battle.

Then learn to manipulate it, not be manipulated by it.

After all, although the murder god Baal is dead, his consciousness has not dissipated or fallen silent, but is watching his heir's every move through the astral plane.

If you don't want to be invaded, interfered with, and controlled by his consciousness, and end up as a walking dead and a puppet, then learn how to use your power to fight it. ”

Sancho nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I see." But didn't you say that I had succeeded in transforming Baal's power into my own? ”

"Yes! You are the same today.

But the problem is that as the sons of Baal kill each other, the divine power and divinity belonging to Baal in your body will gradually increase.

If the latter outnumber the former, you will still be trapped in a bloodlust for blood.

So this process of transformation is not once or twice, but continuous.

The more you get into the later stages, the more vigilant you have to be.

In addition, I have just received news that the army of Baldur's Gate led by Shalofok has set out, and it will take three to five days at most to reach the intended battlefield.

You're going to stay here alone for a few more days, I have a few other things to take care of.

Be careful, don't get caught and eaten by the trolls that haunt the area.

This is also a test of your recent learning, don't let me down. ”

With that, Zuo Si patted the boy on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and once again cast his teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

No sooner had he left than a few forest trolls covered in green skin and sarcomas climbed up from the bottom of the hill.

These perpetually hungry monsters each held sticks, their eyes glowing with bloodthirsty cruelty, and they let out a low, beastly roar.

"Damn! The tutor definitely did it on purpose! Five trolls? Is he trying to get the trolls to eat me? ”

Sancho couldn't help but curse in a low voice, gestured a middle finger at the place where Zuo Si had disappeared, and then quickly began to chant the spell and cast the spell.

In the blink of an eye, he summoned a Cerberus to help.

This creature from the Hells of Batow has the ability to breathe fire, making it the perfect minion for dealing with weak fire trolls.

Soon, the boy is engaged in a big battle with the five-headed troll.

Even though he doesn't have a high spell level now, he can gain a slight advantage with the extra spell-like abilities that his divine power and divinity give him.

The two sides fought back and forth on the bare mountain top for ten minutes before the five trolls slowly fell to the ground and turned into a charred corpse under the attack of flames and strong acid.

Sancho, on the other hand, had used up almost all of his spell slots, as well as a few scrolls and the power of two magic items, and sat on the ground gasping for breath, constantly greeting his mentor cordially in the language of his hometown to vent the fright he had just received.

As a boy with a strong rebellious personality, he dares to pee on the statue of the murder god Bal, and naturally he will not have any awe of Zuo Si, and he belongs to that kind of "rebel" 100%.

However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care, but thought this little guy was very interesting.

At this moment, he had already left the west coast of the Faeron continent, standing above the red-robed mage's ruled Serge, condescending to enjoy a wonderful spell duel.

One of the two warring parties knew without asking that it was Sazarstan and his plastic ally Irenikas, while on the other side was a lich and almost six dragon lichs.

You don't need to ask to know that the leader of the lich is none other than Samast, a former Goddess of Magic Elector who later founded the Dragon Cult.

As for the six dragon lichs, they are naturally his subordinates and allies.

Judging from the battle situation, it is obvious that the two sides have been fighting for a while.

In particular, the six dragon lich spitting that had reached the age of the ancient dragon and even the primeval age caused a lot of trouble for Sazarstan and Irenikas.

Because of the spitting of the six dragons, in addition to the acid mist that was obviously the green dragon was relatively weak, the remaining flames, frost, lightning, and strong acid were all terrifyingly strong.

In many cases, Samaste only needs to be responsible for cracking the energy immunity and absorption on the target's body, and can make the enemy scramble.

Even Irenikas' tactic of attaching an anti-magic force field and turning into a slayer simply didn't work.

After all, fighting purely hand-to-hand combat, his killer form really didn't have to be the opponent of the ancient dragon or even the ancient dragon lich.

As for the other red-robed mages, after realizing that the person who came was the founder of the Dragon Worship Cult, they basically either turned around and ran away or died under the spit of the dragon lich.

"Samast! Do you really want to be my enemy? Sazastan asked sharply.

It can be seen that he has been under unimaginable pressure from this continuous attack and harassment.

The reason why it hasn't collapsed yet is entirely because the undead lich simply doesn't have this option at all.

"Hand over the eye of the storm and I'll be gone!"

Samast spoke in a deep voice, his eyes flashing a terrifying red.

Obviously, since the last time he was killed by Loshanda, he realized the huge gap between mortals and gods, and he has been looking for a way to become a god, intending to one day kill the former kingdom and avenge his death.

In a way, Samastre is actually the same kind of person as Irenikas.

They are all madmen who are driven by intense hatred and obsession, and desire to kill and destroy the gods.

The only difference is that Samast wants to kill Loshanda, the Lord of Dawn, Mystra, the second goddess of magic, and Azus, the god of mages.

And what Irenikas wants to kill is the entire elven gods, including Corellon.

"Dream! The Eye of the Storm is the only item known to make mortals gods 100%! Why should you give it to you? ”

Sazastan did not hesitate to refuse sternly.

Hand it over?

How can it be!

If he hands over his eyes now, then what is the purpose of the huge loss and persistence he suffered before?

Things have developed to this point, and the cost of precipitation has been unimaginably high.

Sazastan is like a red-eyed gambler, the only thing he can do is to fight to the end.

"Humph! Then there is no need to talk about it.

I will never leave without handing over the Eye of the Storm.

Even if it's to die here once, ten, a hundred, a thousand......

Anyway, it's not like I haven't tasted death.

And I will also carry out indiscriminate attacks on Serge, destroying your most prosperous cities, killing ordinary red-robed mages and apprentices, and bringing your entire organization to ruin in despair. ”

When talking about death, Samaste's tone is as casual as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner.

Because unlike most spellcasters and lichs, this guy's mental state is not normal at all, and he is really not afraid of death at all.

Otherwise, if you change to the former, when you see a powerful divine power descending on the battle incarnation, your first reaction should be to flee instead of staying and continuing to fight to the end.

But Samastre is so different.

Not only did he stay, but he also took the initiative to attack Losanda and simply engraved the words "looking for death" on the door of his mind.

This level of madness is not much worse than that of Ciric some time ago, and even more so.

At least Ciric's madness is influenced by the "Ciric Sutra", but Samastre is a madness with no dead ends in all aspects from consciousness, cognition to soul, and does not need to rely on external objects at all.

"You-"

Sazastan exploded in an instant, and he almost couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

How could he not have known the extent of Samaste's madness.

To put it mildly, the reason why the Bailong Sect has been able to survive and grow despite repeated encirclement and suppression by many forces is that the mad dog in front of him is reckless and costly.

No ruler of any city was willing to provoke the Cult without threatening his own interests and security.

Because they had no idea if they would bring in Samast, a lich with powerful magical powers, if they exterminated the local dragon worshippers.

The latter only needs a few nine rings or even a legendary spell, which can turn the entire city into ruins in minutes, and even decades or even hundreds of years are not suitable for human survival.

"Well, have you changed your mind now?"

Samast asked condescendingly as he rode on the head of a dragon lich.

There is no doubt that Sazastan could not answer at all and could only remain silent.

He couldn't hand over the Eye of the Storm, and he didn't want Searle to be reduced to ruins and scorched earth by the indiscriminate attacks of the other side.

"Ahh

Just when the situation became extremely tense and solemn, a sigh suddenly came from the woods not far away.

An old man wearing a peaked wizard's hat, holding a wooden staff, with long thick silver hair and beard walked out slowly.

He was none other than Ilminster, the great sage of the Valley of Shadows.

He was followed by several voters, including Simbu.

Moment!

Both Samastre and Irenikas changed their faces.

Because they've fought Simbu before, they know how difficult the Goddess of Magic's elect can be.

Samast began to laugh hysterically like crazy, laughing and mocking at the same time: "Ah! Look who this is!

The famous Ilminster!

The lover of the goddess of magic!

Bad old man who always likes to meddle!

I've heard that in a tumultuous year, you witnessed the death of that bitch in Mystra?

How does it feel?

Have you shed tears for her? ”

"Samast! Be silent! ”

Ilminster was visibly enraged, his eyes flashing with a silver fire.

As a voter, he can tolerate insults from others, but he can never tolerate insults to the goddess he serves.

Especially the second-generation goddess of magic, who has endowed herself with almost all knowledge, power, and joy.

"Hahahaha! What, did I poke you in the sore spot? ”

Samast didn't mean to retreat at all, but instead set his eyes on the Storm Queen, and continued to fire at all power: "Xinbu, I heard that you have some unclear relationship with Ilminster, and even want to have a child for him?"

It's worthy of the remaining offspring of Mistra's bitch with the help of a mortal body, all of them are the same fornication and shameless.

I really don't understand what's so good about this bad old man that makes you all so obsessed.

Maybe he's too good in some way, so he conquered you all in bed? ”

"Samast! Do you want to die? ”

The Storm Queen raised her head slightly, exuding a terrifying murderous aura all over her body.

When Sazastan on the side saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly admire that Samast was really a man, and he dared to provoke Ilminster and Simbu at the same time.

But just a second later, his evaluation of the founder of the Worship of the Dragon Cult changed.

After the taunt, Samast immediately turned his head and said meaningfully: "Dear Sazastan, I think the fight between us should be over for the time being.

After all, looking at the posture, you know that these Goddess of Magic voters are clearly going to take the eye of the storm.

So I think we should join forces to fight them off first, and then decide where to belong.

I don't know what you think? ”

"You want to drag me into the water?"

Sazastan gritted his teeth and creaked.

He finally understood why Samast dared to provoke Ilminster and Hembo at the same time, intending to use the power of himself and Irenikas.

If he could, the head of the necromantic faction would definitely want to strangle the other party with his own hands immediately.

But the problem is that he understands that Samast is right.

In the face of two powerful voters with silver fire, Ilminster and Hembo, if they do not unite, defeat is almost certain.

Don't look at the casting level of the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, but he is very rich in spell duel experience, and when he was young, he was even famous for specializing in killing mages who were much higher than his own level.

Samast responded with a smile: "No, it's not to drag it into the water, but to establish an offensive and defensive alliance." After all, there are so many Goddess of Magic voters, and we can't do it alone. So working together is the only option. ”

"You think cooperation can stop us?"

Ilminster pulled out a contemptuous sneer.

"What if you add me?"

With the last word blurted out, more than twenty lichs instantly appeared in the clearing through teleportation magic.

The leader of the lich wears a magnificent robe, exuding a graceful and luxurious aura that cannot be described in words.

"Larocle!"

Ilminster's face changed dramatically.

Because the one who came was the remnant of Nessriel who lived in seclusion in the sorcerer's tomb, and was also the most powerful spellcaster of that era, the king of wizards - Larocle.

The lichs were his apprentices and men, almost every one of them was legendary.

You must know that in the evaluation of the Grand Arcanist of Nethriel, Laloch's combat power is above that of the demigod Iolem, otherwise it would not be possible to obtain the title of King of Wizards.

When he appears, it means that the nature of the matter has changed.

However, Laloch did not pay attention to Ilminster, but looked at Sazastan with the bright cold light in his eyes, and asked bluntly: "Is the original agreement between us still valid?" ”

"When...... Of course it works! How dare I forget to deal with you. ”

Sazastan hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply, his attitude and tone of humility were completely similar to those of the usual two.

Because the reason why he is where he is today is because he participated in a mission to explore the tomb of the sorcerer.

In that exploration, the rest of the red-robed mages all died, and only he came back alive, and also brought back the Nessera artifact, the Dead Moon Orb.

Anyone with a little brain knows that Sazastan must have come back alive because he made an unknown deal with the owner of the tomb.

Laloch nodded in satisfaction: "Good! Since our deal is still valid, let me help you today. Remember, you owe me one more time, and you'll have to pay it back twice as much in the future. ”

"No problem! I swear I will never disappoint you. ”

After receiving reinforcements, Sazastan's waist immediately stiffened, and he roared at the first elect of the goddess of magic: "Come on! Ilminster! Let me see how much power you can do in front of the wizarding king of the great Nethrel era. And you, Hembo, your serializer magic won't be of any use today. ”

"Lalock! Do you really want to wade through this troubled water? ”

Ilminster ignored the clamor of the leader of the red-robed necromantic faction, and instead said tentatively in a solemn tone.

"Hehe, you don't understand what I'm trying to do, do you?"

Larocle's tone was marked with undisguised disdain and contempt.

Obviously, he looked down on Ilminster at all, and even more so on this group of voters created by the second generation of the goddess of magic.

In the eyes of this "old man", the second-generation Mystra, who has closed the deep magic net and can only fool the relationship between men and women, is also worthy of being called the goddess of magic?

Bah!

Only Mithriel, the original one who couldn't bear to be stopped by the incarnation of Karthas, was worthy of the position of goddess of magic.

She is the only one who wholeheartedly supports the development and creation of magic, and thus the glory of the Nessera civilization.

(End of chapter)