Chapter 474: Iron Princess (10,000 Words Subscription Request)
With the death of Shalovok, a large number of Baldur's Gate troops began to surrender to Santil Fort in formation, and the war to decide the ownership of large swaths of land north of Amm and south of the Meandering River finally came to an end.
At the cost of nearly 7,500 men, most of whom were goblin cannon fodder, Fizor Chamberry won the final victory.
Now, the Pearl of Sword Bay, Baldur's Gate, is like a naked and defenseless maiden, waiting for him to conquer and ravage.
But before that, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea has one more thing to do, and that is to kill all of Shalofok's followers, as well as those who have worked deeply with him, such as the Shadow Druids based in the depths of the Cloak Forest, and the bandits who want to escape into the Sharptooth Forest.
In short, when it comes to cutting grass and eradicating the roots, the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, can be said to be familiar with the road, and it does not give these guys the slightest respite.
They immediately divided into teams of one or two thousand, and using the information from the prisoners' mouths, they quickly and mercilessly slaughtered and swept several areas.
Before leaving, he did not forget to set a fire near the camp where the other party lived, and directly set fire to the nearby weeds, trees and forests, ensuring that even if a few lucky people occasionally escaped, they would be scorched by the fire and smoke.
Obviously, neither Zuo Si nor Fuzor Chamberry has any reverence for nature, let alone the impact of inaccessible forest fires on the environment and climate.
To be precise, most of the land on the continent of Faren is in a pristine and undeveloped state, and the area of cities, villages, and cultivated land is very limited, which is not enough to cause any damage to the ecological balance.
Quite the opposite!
Monsters, animals, and barbarians in the wilderness often pose a great threat to towns and villages.
So Zuo Si allowed the fire to burn for three days and three nights, and then used the power of magic to change the weather and create a heavy rainstorm that extinguished the two forest fires that had spread.
By the time the flames had been extinguished, the army of Santil Fort had marched into Baldur's Gate, taking the city built by the legendary pirate Bodan.
After the capture of the city, the first thing Fuzor Chamberbury did was to carry out a purge of the upper ruling class.
Including several chambers of commerce controlled by the shapeshifters, forces attached to the dukes, and the branch of the Amber Shadow Thieves in the city, none of them escaped the disaster.
In line with the principle that it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go, this purge almost led to the collapse of the original ruling system in the city.
The powerful wealthy merchant class was uprooted almost overnight.
Under the tyrannical iron fist of tyranny, any resistance is futile.
Fuzor Chamberberry plundered almost all of the wealth accumulated by these merchants and magnates for generations, and then reduced the entire family to slavery, packed up and shipped to the easternmost port of Simon on the Dragon's Coast, and sent back to the slave market in Santilburg by water.
Once again, there is nothing more effective in dealing with capital and vested interests than naked and undisguised violence and death threats.
In this way, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea not only reaped a staggering fortune enough to restore the war-damaged Fort Santil, or even wage a few more wars of expansion, but also allowed the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, to take root in the land.
Most importantly, through a series of military conquests, he not only made a name for himself, but also trained a group of powerful and high-morale soldiers.
Later, if the most elite of them were to be sent back to Santil as a supplement, then Santil would have an army of six thousand fully armed, enough to start a war to conquer the entire Moon Sea.
Undoubtedly, this was the real intention of Fuzor Chamberry when he agreed to work with Zuosi.
He wanted to make his title of "Tyrant of the Moon Sea" worthy of his name.
By purging the original ruling class and taking away their wealth along the way, Santilburg not only made up for its previous losses, but also had sufficient financial resources and resources.
In particular, the confiscation of ships from the ports of Simon, Taysir, Pros, and Irip gave Fuzor Chamberberry a powerful fleet that could deliver his army to any coastal or even riverside city through the Sea of the Moon and the Sea of Falling Stars.
This terrifying deterrent, if properly applied, could even force the cities to sign an agreement with him to establish temples and churches of the god of tyranny in their localities, and to bend the entire city to the will of Bane, the great god of tyranny.
So having accomplished his goal of capturing Baldur's Gate, he shifted his focus to how to get the looted wealth back faster and faster.
In just a few days, all the special transport ships of the entire Baldur's Gate were requisitioned, loaded with all kinds of grain, gold, silver, jewelry, weapons and equipment, and slowly transported along the Chongsa River to Dongxing City, and from there they were transported to the port of the Dragon Coast by horse-drawn carriages.
Although the local population was extremely angry at such naked and undisguised plunder, they did not dare to speak out.
After all, the size of the army in Santil Fort was tens of thousands, and almost every city was garrisoned by hundreds or thousands of troops, as well as servant troops recruited from the local area, and ordinary people wanted to set off a riot to expel the invaders, which was basically no different from suicide.
Belgoust's Temple of Losanda once tried to resist, but was surrounded and suppressed by more than a dozen Dark Guardians, and even the temple was raised.
More than thirty young paladins and priests descended into darkness and chose to join the church of the tyrannical god Bane.
Because they felt that since the Lord of the Dawn had called on his followers to rise up and resist, he should also descend his incarnation to help him in times of despair, just as he had done with Samast, the founder of the Cult of the Dragons.
But the result was that no matter how heavy the casualties were, until the whole army was finally annihilated, Loshanda did not descend the incarnation.
Therefore, in the midst of extreme disappointment, these young people, who were already easily influenced by emotions and impulses, spit on the gods they had believed in in the past and turned to the hostile Bane to vent their hatred and anger in their hearts.
What they didn't know, though, was that it wasn't that the Lord of Dawn didn't descend his incarnation, but that he was targeted and intercepted by the God of Tyranny.
When there is a balance between the two powerful gods, whoever has the more power in the mortal church and the elect is stronger, then he will win the battle.
Obviously, Loshanda's men did not have the electorate to compete with Zoth and Fuzor Chamberry, and naturally could not really help the believers in the temple of Belgoust.
Only to see their total annihilation turned their backs on the faith, and countless believers turned their backs on the enemy and threw themselves into the enemy's camp.
Undoubtedly, this is the negative effect of constantly answering the prayers of believers and lowering incarnations.
As the representative of the gods, the Lord of Dawn can be said to be one of the gods who descend incarnates most frequently.
Although this has accumulated great prestige and influence among most of the good-natured civilians, it has also carried a heavy shackle on his back.
Because saving people and fighting evil is such a thing, as long as you do it once, you must keep it all the time.
Otherwise, it will involve the issue of "differential treatment", which can easily cause contradictions and resentment.
After all, as a god who is orderly and kind, the most important thing is to be fair and just to the believers.
If you save this one today, you won't save the other one tomorrow.
What will the unsaved think?
Is it true that in God's mind, I am not as important as the other person, and I am not as pleasing to God as the other person?
People do not suffer from few, but suffer from inequality.
Under this huge psychological gap, it is easy to produce emotions such as imbalance, disappointment, and resentment.
Coupled with the instinct to survive, it is naturally very normal to fall into evil.
It was precisely this that Fuzor Chamberbury took advantage of, and along the way, he continued to recruit those holy warriors and priests who were in the camp of orderliness and goodness, and now he has expanded the size of the church several times.
Even the ruler of Eltorel City, the LV17 Paladin Delt, has been transformed into a powerful Dark Guardian and now commands an army patrolling the banks of the Okina River to ensure that no bandits or monsters dare to attack the transports.
With such a lesson from the Lushanda Church, the rest of the people will seriously consider the consequences even if they want to resist.
Of course, what is more important is that now all the people and forces in the west of the Faren Continent have set their sights on three places.
They are Waterdeep north of Baldur's Gate, the Cormir Kingdom across the Dragon's Coast, and Am, south of Baldur's Gate, and expect action from these three political entities with strong military power and influence in the region.
Whether it's King Ahsan IV, who is ambitious to make a difference, the masked lords with two Chosen Witches, or Zosi, who has already overridden the Council of Six and become the de facto ruler of Am, they all have the strength and motivation to send troops to expel the forces of Santyrburg.
Because of this, most civilians feel that they should be able to endure it any longer.
After all, the evil army of Santil Fort is currently targeting nobles and wealthy merchants, and it has nothing to do with itself.
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At this moment, in the lord's council hall of Waterdeep, the only public lord, Pierguelen, was sitting in his own seat, holding a copy of the information that had just been sent by the secret agent, and said in a tone full of nervousness and anxiety: "I believe you all know by now how bad the situation is in the south.
The chosen person of Bane, the god of tyranny, Fuzor Chamberry, has taken Baldur's Gate once and for all.
Not only that, but he also uprooted the Temple of the Lord of Dawn in Belgost Town, completely razing it to the ground.
In addition, the Duke of Baldur's Gate, Shalophok, who had just taken office, could already be confirmed to be the heir of the murder god Baal.
The mysterious deaths of the other dukes and their families before were almost all planned by him.
The goal is to start a war and kill to increase the power within himself, and then inherit the throne of Baal's blood as the new god.
Thankfully, another son of Baal, Aberdell, thwarted his ambitions.
With the death of Shalovok, Baldur's Gate army lost the will to fight and eventually chose to surrender to the Santil Fort. β
"Son of Baal! Has the prophecy of Arlando the Wise finally begun to be fulfilled? β
A masked lord asked, surprised.
Kelburn, who was sitting opposite, nodded slightly: "Yes, it has already begun."
And I know this Aberdell, he is the adopted son of Grien, who grew up in Candlecastle.
Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he was already about to start to meet his cruel and dark fate. β
Hearing this, the other masked lord complained disapprovingly, "But the actions of this young son of Baal have disrupted our deployment.
He killed Shalovok on the battlefield, which directly caused Baldur's Gate to fail to hold off the army of Santil Fort for a while, as expected.
Now, we're up to face an evil force that has taken over vast lands from the Dragon's Coast to the Sea of Swords.
In particular, Fuzor Chamberry, who had unified the internal strife between Santilburg and Santarin, would certainly not be satisfied with the status quo. β
"I think it would be better to start a war and expel the army of Santilburg while they are still on hold.
At the very least, drive it out of Baldur's Gate and ensure the smooth flow of sea transport routes.
Otherwise, once the other side gains a foothold and begins to rule, it will inevitably threaten the security of our maritime trade routes.
You must know that since the caravans on land have been continuously squeezed by the airships of the Trade Alliance, many merchants have left Waterdeep City to do business in other towns that have signed treaties.
If this continues, it will not take half a year for our economic and tax situation to plummet. β
Another masked lord stepped forward to express his opinion.
Piergalen nodded approvingly: "I couldn't agree more." The problem is that we don't have enough money to start a large-scale war. β
"How many people can be mobilized?" The masked lord who had spoken earlier frowned and asked.
"Maintain no more than 3,000 men for a month and a half."
Pierguelen gave the exact number with a wry smile.
There's no way, who let Waterdeep City not join the trade alliance for the time being, and can't enjoy the low-cost transportation convenience brought by airships.
Several meetings were held to discuss the matter, but in the end, the nobles and the leaders of the different guilds quarreled with each other and could not reach an agreement.
The disadvantages of not completing the centralization of power are vividly manifested at such times.
The contraction of overland trade means lower tax revenues and worsening finances.
If it weren't for the thick foundation of Waterdeep City, I am afraid that other towns would have exploded a long time ago.
Of course, it's not much better now.
After all, there will always be a day when I finish eating.
Will it be necessary to cut public spending and military spending when the time comes?
You must know that under Waterdeep City, there is a maze of the leylines of the mad mage Hylaste Black Robe!
God knows if the monsters inside will suddenly rush up from all the entrances and kill them.
Therefore, Waterdeep City maintains a strong army and mage regiment not to show off and show strength, but to really have a hard and rigid need.
"What? Only three thousand!
It's almost suicidal!
Fuzor Chamberbury has at least 20,000 troops under his command!
Damn it!
Is it true that we can't do anything? β
A masked lord, who appeared to be a woman, jerked to his feet and slammed the table hard.
"Maybe you can try diplomacy. For example, unite Amm in the south, Cormier in the east, and the Nerainsel Islands in the sea to the west, or gather the lords of the Northlands to form an alliance? β
The masked lord, who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word, suddenly proposed.
Hearing this, Piergalen immediately couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha! My dear friend, are you kidding?
Since the elimination of the Arcane Brotherhood, the towns and lords of the Northlands have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time.
In particular, the establishment of the trade alliance has made everyone go crazy and devote all their energy to making money and expanding their own trade volume.
Many towns, relying on military aid and security from trade allies, simply disbanded their militias, preferring to pay an extra sum less each year.
Now that the Northland Lords Alliance is summoned, I'm afraid that most of the members won't be able to make up even ten people.
In fact, this organization has long since existed in name only.
As for diplomacy......
Both the NΓ€lancer Islands and Amm are now in the hands of South.
In other words, if we don't send troops, he is the one who is qualified to decide the ownership of large tracts of land from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon's Coast. β
As the last word blurted out, the entire hall fell into a terrible silence for a moment.
There is no doubt that Zuosi's rapid rise and expansion has given Waterdeep City a huge sense of oppression that cannot be described in words.
Before that, neither the pirate city of Luskan in the north, nor the Baldur's Gate in the south, nor Am, the commercial leader of the Pheren continent, could pose a real threat to Waterdeep.
Even for a long time, Waterdeep was the supreme leader of the entire Northlands town.
Both Neverwinter and Silvermoon are following in the footsteps of Waterdeep, forming a loose but united alliance.
But now, both Neverwinter and the Silver Moon Alliance have completely fallen to Zuosi, who can bring them security, prosperity, and greater benefits, not to mention the other towns.
On the other hand, Waterdeep is isolated because it has not yet joined the Trade Alliance.
Dagger Beach, which has always belonged to the hardcore junior brother of Waterdeep City, has now gradually gotten out of control.
Although so far, Zuo Si has not really wielded the economic stick to sanction Waterdeep City, but the latter has obviously begun to feel very uncomfortable.
After about two or three minutes, it was Kelburn who broke the silence and stood up and said, "I'll go to Ascatra and talk to Soth."
But you'd better be prepared, with his character, the lion will definitely open his mouth.
In addition, it is best to discuss the matter of joining the trade alliance as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the greater our losses. β
"Then I'm bothering you."
Pierguelen gave the archmage who had protected Waterdeep more than once, a grateful look.
Despite their political disagreements and even more than one argument, he believes that Kyleben will truly give everything he has for Waterdeep.
"I'll take care of the mission to Cormier. It just so happens that I still have a little friendship with Ahsan IV, so I can take the opportunity to test his attitude. β
Leila took on another diplomatic assignment on her own initiative.
In fact, many of Waterdeep's most important diplomatic tasks have always been the responsibility of Kylburn and Leila.
After all, they are the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, and they are also powerful legendary mages, and they are simply not in the match of other masked lords in terms of connections.
Most nations and city-states do not want to offend them, and even desire to form a good friendship with them, so that they can ask for help when they are in crisis.
In addition, because they lived longer and made more friends and helped others, many rulers owed favors to the Kelburns.
This would allow them to be at ease in their diplomatic work, without having to rack their brains to win the favor of the other masked lords, as other masked lords do.
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Just as the Waterdeep Council was making its decision, it was far south of the valley and west of Sambia in the court of the Cormier Kingdom.
Ahsan IV also gathered his cronies and several large nobles to discuss whether or not to send troops.
As a king, he sat on his throne, stared at the map hanging in the hall, and asked in a slightly deep voice: "What are the chances of victory if we send troops across the Dragon Lake now to cut off the retreat of Santil Fort and force Fuzor Chamberberry to fight us?" β
"No more than forty percent, Your Majesty.
And I must remind you that in the current situation, you simply cannot gather too many vassals.
Especially vassals close to the border with Sambia.
Because the situation over there has become unimaginably chaotic.
A large number of refugees crowded around the passes, barely surviving on a small amount of food each day.
Once they poured into the kingdom, it was bound to cause great turmoil and destruction. β
The Archmage of the Royal Family, Van Geda Heist, unhurriedly told all the information he had.
The Cormier royal family has always followed the ancient tradition of having an archmage assist the king in state affairs and prevent him from losing his mind in impulsive rage when necessary.
So he has a lot of power, and at the same time he is the most trusted staff of the current king.
"Damn profiteers in Sambia! If it weren't for them, how could the price of Cormier's food fluctuate so dramatically in just one year. β
Ahsan IV gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.
You must know that the relationship between Sambia and Cormier was not very good, and conflicts often broke out over the issue of uncertain borders.
Coupled with the natural antagonism between the feudal monarchy and the capitalist oligarchs, how the ruling classes of the two countries look at each other is not pleasing to the eye.
The reason why it didn't start a fight was because the Cormier kingdom was strong enough and not warlike itself.
But although the war did not start, it did not mean peace.
Sambia uses its own developed commercial and capital power to often secretly do things in the Cormier Kingdom, selling high and buying low, hoarding and hoarding are normal operations.
Anyway, as long as they don't break the law, the nobles of Cormier can't do anything about these people.
During the reign of Ahsan IV, he experienced more than one trouble caused by Sambian merchants, so he did not have the slightest favor for these guys, but only disdain and hatred.
"Your Majesty, please calm down.
In fact, the collapse and chaos in Sambia this time is not a good thing for us.
As long as the rule of those oligarchs is overthrown, then we risk ushering in a less aggressive and nasty neighbor.
The turmoil and chaos at the moment is nothing by comparison. β
Van Geda Heist said with a smile on his face.
Ahsan IV sighed helplessly: "HeyβI hope so. It seems that the expedition plan is about to come to naught again. Watching the power of the Santarins and the Santilburg continue to expand is not a good thing for our Cormir Kingdom. β
Just as the archmage was about to say something, a young woman in armor who looked to be in her early twenties suddenly burst in from outside.
Due to the fact that she did not wear a helmet, it can be clearly seen that she has the same long black hair and similar facial features as Yasan IV, and her figure under the armor is obviously rigorously trained, whether it is the thighs, buttocks, or arms, she has quite strong muscles, and although she has an enviable beauty, her behavior is quite rude.
A guard guarding the doorway tried to stop him, but was pushed away mercilessly, staggering back several steps and almost sitting on the ground.
The other guard next to him didn't even dare to stop him, and directly showed a helpless wry smile at the king and the archmage, and then took a deep breath and shouted: "Princess Yalusail Nakazia Obaiszir has arrived!" β
Yes!
The girl dressed like a knight was none other than Yalusel, the youngest daughter of Ahsan IV, who was revered by the Cormier nobles and commoners as the "Iron Princess".
According to the original history of the continent of Faeron, she would become regent after her father and the red dragon, Narafaro Satoriel, were killed, and she suppressed the surging rebellion with an iron fist, maintaining stability and unity within the country.
Of course, today's "Iron Princess" is just a rebellious, even a little competitive young girl, and many of her peers privately call her a "man's wife".
Because compared to other gentle and virtuous aristocratic women, she spends too much time on actual combat training, riding horses, and studying strategy and tactics.
Several young men who tried to pursue Her Royal Highness the princess were all beaten by her in a one-on-one duel without exception.
The title "Iron Princess" was also earned for her bravery in the battle against the hordes of nomads of the Endless Wilderness.
"Father! I heard you're going to war again? β
Yalusail directly ignored the archmage on the side, and asked Yasan IV in a tone full of excitement and anticipation.
For her, there is nothing more interesting in this world than battles and wars.
"Yalusail! How many times have I said that you should not wear your armor in the palace, but change into a princess's dress. Also, you are not too young to be young, and it is time to think about marriage. The king held his forehead and reprimanded helplessly.
Although he was very pleased to have such a heroic and resolute daughter, he was even very proud for a while.
But as the princess grew older and behaved more and more like a man, ignoring the pursuits of the aristocratic youths, he finally began to realize that the situation was not good, and wanted to correct it.
But it's too late.
For a while, Ahsan IV even thought that if his daughter became a son, everything would be perfect.
But a princess is a princess and can never be a prince.
As for such a thing as magical transsexualization, it is absolutely impossible to do it in the relatively conservative kingdom of Cormier.
In the face of his father's reprimand, Yalusail reacted by shrugging his shoulders indifferently and responding with a smile: "I'm sorry, father.
As you may know, I've only worn skirts three times since I was a kid.
The kind of clothes that procrastinate and can't even take a step are not suitable for me.
As for marriage......
You should at least find someone who can beat me, right?
Otherwise, I'd rather never marry for the rest of my life than marry a wreck.
Well, let's talk about war instead of such boring trifles.
When do you plan to send troops?
I am willing to lead three hundred knights as a striker. β
Looking at this daughter, who would be excited when she heard about the war, Yasan IV was also speechless to the extreme, and immediately waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't think about any war.
According to Van Geda Heist's advice, the kingdom is not suitable for war at this stage.
Even if you want to fight, it won't be your turn to appear as a princess.
What's more, the enemy this time is not the barbarians who can't even use magic, but Fuzor Chamberbery, who has integrated the Santil Fort and the Santarin Society.
If you are still as reckless as before, you may be captured or even killed by the other party at any time. β
"Fuzor Chamberberry? Tyrant of the Sea of the Moon! β
Yalusel's eyes lit slightly, and it was evident that he was not intimidated by the prestige of the Bann electorate, but had an urge to try it.
After all, most people at this age have a desire to make contributions and become famous in the world, and she is naturally no exception.
Just as the Iron Princess opened her mouth and wanted to say something, the guards outside the door suddenly pushed open the door and walked in to report, "Your Majesty, Lady Lyra, the messenger of Waterdeep, has visited. She would like to be seen by you right away. β
"Ms. Leila?!"
Ahsan IV was taken aback at first, and then quickly rose from his throne.
The same reaction was also made by the Archmage on the side, Van Geda Heist.
After the two exchanged glances, the king sat down again and ordered, "Lady Leila, please." Remember to be polite, she is one of the most honored guests of the kingdom. β
"Understood!"
The guard hurriedly stroked his chest with one hand, bowed, and turned to leave.
After a while, he was back with Lyra.
"Good day, Your Majesty Yasan IV. It is a great honor to have you with you. β
Leila bowed gracefully, with a reserved and polite smile on her face as always.
"I am also honored to see you again, ma'am."
Yasan IV did not dare to hold it up, and quickly got up and returned the salute.
After all, the Goddess of Magic's electors have always had a pretty good relationship with the Kingdom of Cormier, and his father and grandfather had asked Ilminster for some history of the past.
After Leila looked around for a moment to make sure there were no suspicious guys, she asked straight to the point, "I think you've received the news about the fall of Baldur's Gate, right?" β
Yasan IV nodded slightly: "Yes." The army of Santil was conquered much faster than I expected.
It didn't take long to occupy a vast area from the Dragon's Coast to Sword Bay.
This is a huge threat to all of us.
If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to be coming to form an alliance on behalf of Waterdeep and invite us to join us in an army against Fozor Chamberberry? β
"Well, yes. However, to correct it slightly, it is not Waterdeep that will be joining you in the army, but the merchant empire Am. β
As she said this, a meaningful smile appeared on Lyra's face.
Obviously, as the Chosen of the Goddess of Magic and the wife of Kelburn, she had long been aware of Zosi's plan to annex the North.
So one of the couple left for Zosi in Askatra, and the other came to Cormier.
Their purpose was very simple, and that was to get the Cormier Kingdom to give Fuzor Chamberberry a hard time when he retreated.
It is better to intercept all the supplies and not give the Santil Fort and the Santarim Society a chance to grow and develop.
Just as Zuo Si expected, whether it is the good camp or the evil camp, everyone has their own ideas and interests.
So even allies who cooperate with each other may be able to make small moves in private.
There's no way to avoid it.
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On the other side, far away is the Mage Tower in Ascalla, the capital of Am.
Zuo Si, who had just signed the devil's contract with Irenikas, was in the reception room to meet Kelburn who had come from afar.
The two didn't say a word after they met, just looked into each other's eyes, and drank tea cup after cup.
After a pot of tea was finished, Kelburn broke the silence with a slight sigh and asked, "Why did you accept Asmodes' invitation to join the forces of hell?" β
"Because I found that my personality was very compatible with the devil, and I also needed to become a god-like power as a capital to fight against the gods."
Zuo Si gave the answer very simply and directly.
"So what exactly are you who you are now? Elector? Despot? Devil? Brigade Mage? Kelburn touched the beard on his chin and continued to ask.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, "Of course, it's the traveling mage." All other identities of mine can be given up when necessary, but it is the power of the traveling mage that will never be given up.
So please don't worry about what I'm going to do to this world as a devil, because there's no need for that.
Billions of evil, decaying, and depraved souls can be easily obtained from other worlds if I want to. β
"I've never doubted that.
Because the super giant city of the ninth layer with almost no borders is enough to explain a lot of problems.
Your evil is not the superficial violence, destruction, and killing, but the deep digging of the dark side and desires of human nature.
The reason why many souls are constantly refreshing their lower limits there is not because of you, but because they themselves cannot restrain their impulses. β
As he said this, Kelburn's eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.
Because he was one of the very few people who observed the constant change from mentality to thinking of the young brigade mage in front of him, and finally became what he is today.
"You've been to that level of my rule?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Kelburn nodded with emotion: "Yes, I've been there."
It has to be said that in terms of comfort, convenience, enjoyment and indulgence alone, it can indeed be called a paradise for the degenerate.
I believe that if mortals knew that there was a whole level of Bato Hell that was like that, they would probably rush to sign a devil's contract.
Because there are things they have never enjoyed in their lives, and they can vent their wild hearts that are bound by law and morality.
Perhaps the only thing to be aware of is that when the soul is degraded to the extreme, it will be pulled into the torture room and squeezed into the energy that keeps hell running.
But as a place to relax, entertain, unwind and find thrills, your ninth floor is simply perfect. β
"Hahahaha! Thanks for the compliment, that's exactly what I was hoping for.
In my opinion, the process of corruption and depravity should not be painful and dangerous, but should be unconsciously addicted to it.
Otherwise, mortals will be wary and afraid, and will not dare to continue to slide into the abyss of depravity.
In a way, it's a transaction.
I give souls who have entered the ninth level a city that never sleeps to enjoy, vent, and indulge.
And they will give their souls to become part of the army of demons after they have had enough of everything.
We all got what we wanted, so it's a win-win. β
Zuo Si laughed and expounded his views on evil and depravity.
In his eyes, the other levels of Bato's hell are too eerie, always giving people the feeling that either the natural environment is too harsh, or there are deadly traps everywhere.
How can this state of affairs tempt mortals to join Hell on their own initiative?
As the saying goes, if you want to take it, you must first go with it.
If you want to lure more mortals into falling actively, you have to create a place where they feel happy, happy, and happy.
Then the fame spread throughout the universe at all levels.
When more and more people come to the ninth floor and go back to tell everyone about the beauty and beauty of the giant cyberpunk city, it's only when mortals get excited about it.
After the brand effect and scale effect are formed, this will become the most attractive place for mortals to join in all the levels of the entire Bato Hell.
Even when it comes to signing a contract, mortals will be more willing to choose to sign a contract to go to the ninth layer.
This also means that except for Asmodes, who holds the highest authority in the entire Bato Hell Plane, the lords of all other levels will lose in this competition for the ownership of souls, and the gap will be widened little by little, and finally the unshakable position of the prince and prince of Zuosi Hell will be established.
"Yes!
There is no coercion, no threat, all choices are made by mortals themselves.
It's also the scariest thing about you.
Okay, that's all for the conversation about the devil and hell.
I'm here on a mission from the Council of Lords of Waterdeep.
Tell me, when are you going to clean up the mess in the north? β
Kyleburn decisively ended the previous topic and began to ask about Zuosi's next plans and arrangements.
Only by figuring out the arrangements here first, can he give the Cormier Kingdom an accurate time to act, and let the Fort Santil spit out all the benefits of eating it back and forth.
(End of chapter)