Okota, the true god of faith who represents white mana and has a cat's head;

Represents blue mana, has a bird's head, and the mind is carved with a god;

Bontu, the glorious god who represents black mana and has a dog's head;

Hazoret, the zealot god who represents red mana and has a jackal's head;

Rhonas, the dreadnought, who represents green mana and has a serpent's head.

The above five are the beast-headed gods who have appeared publicly in the plane of Amonkhet and are active in the mortal world.

In addition to them, there are three Worm-headed Gods who hide in the darkness and only appear when the hour of glory comes and fulfill their mission to kill all the beast-headed gods.

This is the script that Nicol Bolas wrote after invading the world and transforming it to his own will.

For a long time, Zuo Si felt that the reason why the old dragon was able to do this easily was entirely because Amonkhet's gods were too weak to be compared to the true gods of the universe where the planet Torrell was located, which incarnated a certain philosophy, thought, and belief.

After all, even the weakest demigods of the latter have the ability to "explode stars", which is rounded up to about the same as the Titans in the Pantheon of the Azeroth universe next door.

And the gods of Amonkhet's plane obviously don't have such power, just some special lifeforms with powerful mana and some faith power.

But after witnessing the owl-headed god Okota, Zuosi realized that he had made the mistake of not knowing enough about the diversity of this special creature like a god.

And the beast-headed god is far from being as weak as he imagined, but rather quite dangerous.

Nearly every god is directly connected to the mana core of the world, and it is also possible to obtain abilities that mortals simply cannot resist through their beliefs.

The simplest example is the divine venom created by the fearless god Ronas, which can definitely pose a great threat to the gods of Ferron.

Therefore, the beast-headed god is not weak, but slightly different in the form of existence and the expression of divine power.

They don't seek the devastating destructive power of the gods of the universe in which Torrell lives, but rather incorporate it into some kind of rule that they control.

Unfortunately, since these gods are tied to the entire Amonkhet mana core, when Nicol Bolas directly attacks the mana core, they will inevitably all fall, and they will not even have the slightest chance to resist.

After figuring this out, Zuo Si felt more and more that his decision to never become a god may have been the wisest choice he had ever made in his life.

Because no matter what kind of god it is, even if it is known as the most unrestrained Titan God, its essence is still integrated with some kind of operating rules corresponding to the world and even the universe.

Although you can gain great power and immortal life, you also have to fulfill the obligations within the scope of your duties, and you will never be able to escape from it.

On the contrary, it is necessary to firmly follow the path of the brigade mage in order to gain freedom in the true sense.

In this way, with the preliminary investigation of the Amonkhet space-time beast-headed god, as well as the artifact staff given to him by the old dragon, Zuo Si quickly returned to the doppelganger placed in the Faren continent through the transfer of soul and consciousness.

The moment he awoke and removed the staff from the box, a human female with long black hair and smooth skin suddenly appeared in front of him.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the third generation of the goddess of magic who descended an avatar at midnight.

Fortunately, Zuo Si moved fast enough, and in an instant, he put on all the card-based clothes and equipment neatly, avoiding the embarrassment of seeing him naked, and at the same time sighed slightly and complained: "Please, can you say hello in advance or go to the front gate next time you come?" If I always carry out surprise attacks like this, I'm afraid I'll have to scare some mental illness sooner or later. ”

"Ahh I'm sorry, but I just suddenly felt a powerful magical artifact enter Toriel, so I couldn't help but rush over to see what it was. ”

Midnight couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth and reveal a playful smile.

As the de facto master of the magic web, the goddess of magic who stands at the pinnacle of all powerful divine powers, it is certainly impossible for her to be unaware of the operation of her youngest electorate, transferring her soul and consciousness between different clones.

And with the keen perception of the gods, he saw everything that should be seen and what should not be seen clearly at the moment of arrival.

It's just that Midnight is already a person who has come over, and he doesn't care about this, but thinks that the other party's reaction to a little annoyance now is very interesting, and even a little cute.

"Forget it, just pay attention next time."

Zuo Si shook his head helplessly, and then handed over the inconspicuous staff.

Because he understood that it was the innate nature of the goddess of magic to be interested in everything related to magic, and it would inevitably be affected from the moment she obtained the priesthood.

It's as if the other party is obviously inclined to good neutrality, but has to tolerate the existence of many evil forces such as the Dragon Worshipper, the red-robed mage, and the "Doomsday Crawler" Dogaosus, and even constrain the voters of the good camp such as Ilminster not to take the initiative to find trouble with the other party.

The reason is very simple.

It is the evil and cruel magical experiments carried out by these organizations or individuals that are beneficial to the whole concept of "magic".

So whenever Zuo Si brought back some new magical knowledge, technology, and artifacts from other worlds, the goddess of magic and the god of knowledge would soon come to his door.

He was already surprised by this.

And this kind of communication can also help them understand and master this magical knowledge more quickly.

Midnight picked up the artifact that Karona, the Mother of Magic, had used to use, and felt the power contained in it, and it took a full minute before asking in an uncertain tone, "It was once a weapon of a certain god of magic?" ”

Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

It was a weapon used by an artificial god on another plane known as the Mother of Magic.

However, with the destruction of the god by its creator, most of the staff's power itself has been lost.

Interestingly, however, this artifact appears to have the ability to enhance the holder's magical talents.

When I hold it, I feel all the energy in my body burning, boiling, and purifying repeatedly. ”

"This is not surprising.

Because the staff contained a power that I had never seen before.

Not only can it draw energy from the magic web, but it can also draw all forms of primordial energy from the universe, and it can be deeply processed according to the type of magic and talent that the wielder is good at.

In this way, whoever holds the artifact will be able to maximize its own advantages.

If I'm not mistaken, the reason why you feel the energy in your body burning, boiling, and repeatedly purifying is that it should be the spark of the traveling mage at work.

On top of that, you should be able to perceive that the purified energy is not under your control at all, as if it could pour out at any time, right? ”

I have to say that Midnight is worthy of being the goddess of magic, and she quickly figured out all the abilities of this artifact staff, as well as most of the internal structure and principles.

For her, no matter how complex and profound magical knowledge is, as long as she touches it, she can understand it.

"You're not wrong at all. I want to upgrade and remodel it a bit now, do you have any good suggestions? Zuo Si asked for advice very humbly.

Midnight thought for a moment and quickly replied, "Since this artifact doesn't use Toriel's magic principles, I don't know exactly how to upgrade and transform it.

But if you don't mind, I can try to tinker with the magic knowledge I brought with me.

At the very least, it allows you to purify and release the control energy, rather than pouring it out in one go.

In addition, I can also add the power of magic web and silver fire to it.

In this way, it will almost become the most powerful magical artifact on the continent of Faeron.

The only thing to be careful about is that you never give it to any mortal other than you.

Because mortals can't control such a powerful force.

They will be blasted by the energy absorbed by the staff, directly triggering a terrifying chaotic magical storm that will destroy a city or even a country. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, please do it now."

Zuo Si agreed without even thinking about it.

He has always refused to come to such a good thing for nothing.

"As the Prince of Hell who can be favored by Asmodeus, you are really like the devil in terms of desperately taking advantage."

Midnight, apparently aware of the careful thinking of his young voter, immediately rolled his eyes in annoyance.

But after rolling her eyes, she used her divine power to wrap the entire wooden staff and create seven gems of different colors that shone like stars out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, the seven gems were set one by one at the very top of the staff, forming a beautiful ring shape.

This was followed by a silver magical metal from the heart of the Spell, the realm of the goddess of magic, pouring out of the texture inside the wooden staff, forming intricate lines, symbols, and patterns on the surface.

Eventually, a silver flame ignited from the end of the staff, and then quickly spread to the top.

When the silver flame was completely extinguished, the original simple wooden staff took on a completely different silver and shiny metallic texture, and the seven gems continued to shimmer with dazzling brilliance.

Midnight directly threw the repaired staff in his hand to Zuo Si, and said bluntly: "Here, use it well."

Although I don't know exactly what kind of enemies you've provoked out outside, I can sense the urgency you've shown subconsciously.

If you need help, don't be polite or embarrassed.

Whether it's me or Ogmar, the god of knowledge, I will give you enough support within the scope of my ability. ”

"Thank you very much. But I don't think you two can help you in this matter. ”

Zuo Si took the staff, bent down and bowed slightly.

Given Nicol Bolas's ability to easily drain and shred apart the horror of any plane, and his unbridled and unrelenting style, he didn't think that the god Io would allow him to enter Torrell.

"Well, then I can only wish you all the best."

Seeing that Zuo Si was unwilling to disclose this information, he could only give up at midnight.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Zuo Si suddenly stopped her from behind: "Wait! Is Jebido Turan, who became the new god, okay now? I haven't heard from him in a long time. ”

"Jebido Turan?

He's still being oppressed day and night under Talos.

According to my agreement with the God of Storms, the new God of Magic will need to serve him for at least a year before he can come to the Heart of Spells to take my protection.

I'm going to let him go and be a god to Azus when the time comes.

Don't worry, although it is true that the little dwarf is doing a bit miserably now, being intimidated and threatened by the furious gods all day long, his life is still guaranteed. ”

He stopped at midnight and quickly gave an update on the necromantic god of magic, necromancers, lichs, and undead.

Although she also wants to get Jebido Turan under her command and control as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the latter uses the god of storms, Talos, to provide a form of canonization, so this favor must be repaid no matter what makes sense.

"I see. It seems that Jebido Turan will suffer for a while. ”

Knowing that the dwarf who was promoted to the god position by himself was not in danger of life, Zuo Si was relieved.

As for being squeezed by the God of Storms, there is no way to do it.

Look at the furious gods, who hasn't been crushed by Talos?

The relatively weak winter goddess Aulul has been called as a slave for many years, and she can only swallow her anger when she holds her breath.

In comparison, a "fixed-term imprisonment" of more than a year is already quite good.

With the Goddess of Magic leaving at midnight, the room was once again at peace.

Zuo Si left the Mage Tower and found a random mountain where no one was around, and after testing the magic power blessing that this artifact staff could bring, he quickly showed an extremely satisfied expression.

Because with just one blow, the energy shockwave he released directly leveled a mountain peak in the Cloud Mountains.

The solid rock was powerless in the face of such a devastating attack, and in an instant it turned into powder and dust that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

The snow and ice at high altitudes evaporated on the spot, creating thick gray clouds in the sky overhead.

It's not all about the release of energy.

Just by paying about forty universal mana, you get a terrifying power that far exceeds that of most legendary magic.

If the entire energy stored within the Brigade Mage's spark were unleashed in one go, then smashing a planet would not be too much of a problem at all.

Best of all, the release of this energy blast is not limited by any casting environment.

As long as there is energy in the surrounding environment that can be absorbed and utilized, then Zuo Si can release the shockwave with the blessing of the staff.

In addition to this, the staff allows the wielder to convert spell slots at will, turning them into a mana-like casting system.

For example, a high ring spell slot can be converted into three low ring spell slots, and vice versa, and the magic of the day's memory can be copied to the empty spell slot that has just been transformed.

This also means that in spell duels, Zuo Si can use many more flexible strategies and tactics.

As for the Silver Flame bestowed upon the Chosen by the Goddess of Magic, it can be added to any kind of spell while holding the staff.

Not only can it change the damage type and characteristics of a spell, but it can also ignore all magical immunity and resistance except for divine power and god-like power.

Even divine power and god-like power can only reduce some damage and impact, unlike normal spells, which are directly immune.

As Midnight described, the staff was already Torreel's most powerful magical artifact.

At least until she used that knowledge and technology to create her next artifact.

Looking at the leveled mountain in front of him, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh slightly: "It's not enough, it's far from enough."

I need more power, more energy, more powerful artifacts, and a higher Brigade Mage Spark level.

Wait and see, dear Nicol Bolas.

One day I will take everything you have in the War of the Sparks, whether it is from the bloodline of the Primordial Dragon or the power of the Spark possessed by the mages of the Ancient Brigade.

Only I, and only I, can completely replace you.

But until then, I'll continue to hibernate and build up strength. ”

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's whole person turned into a ball of white light and disappeared in place.

……

Meanwhile, far away in a makeshift lair in the far north.

With the help of the Dragon Cult, Kurremos has successfully transformed the silver dragon that was tortured by himself to the point of dying and completely collapsed into a dragon lich.

Looking at the immortal form that exuded rich negative energy from all over his body, the silver dragon instantly opened his mouth like crazy and screamed: "No!!!!!!!!

What have you fucking bastards done to me?

Isn't it enough to force me to lay eggs and torture me through rape and evil magical rituals?

Why should we be deprived of the tranquility of the final death?

Is there not a shred of compassion and humanity in your hearts? ”

In the face of such questioning, Kurremos's reaction was only to raise the life box in his hand and respond in a tone without a trace of emotion: "Of course it is not enough!

If you want to blame it, blame you for being Castellan Ferrian's sister.

Who made you pesky silver dragons always like to meddle in things?

Remember, you are now an undead creature, the most hated dragon lich of all metal dragons, and my servant.

If you don't want your soul to disappear completely, then honestly obey every command I give.

Otherwise, I will not hesitate to destroy your lifebox. ”

Moment!

The silver dragon, who had turned into a dragon lich, stopped all movements, staring at the "Obiko Takako" and the life box he held with two eyes that emitted red light.

Because of the relationship between being transformed, she doesn't look much different from when she was alive, and she still maintains her beautiful demeanor and scales before her death.

But the problem is that the appearance has not changed does not mean that the heart and mind have not changed.

In fact, from the moment the transformation was completed, the instinct of the undead had been infused into the soul of the silver dragon, and at the same time caused permanent and irreversible changes to it.

If it was when she was alive, she would definitely rush forward without hesitation and die with the other party now.

But since becoming a dragon lich, she has an instinctive fear of death and the dissipation of her soul, so she does not dare to make even the slightest act of resistance.

Seeing that the threat had its due effect, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on Kurremos's face: "Very good, it seems that you have understood your situation at the moment."

This is a good start for you and me.

Now I ask you to go to the Supreme Forest at once, and cooperate with the intelligence network of the Santarinians operating there to spread the news that you have been ambushed and injured, and try to lure two of the most important leaders of the Harpists League over.

I'm sure you know who I'm referring to, right?

Don't try to play tricks!

Because your every move can't escape my eyes. ”

"You deliberately started the fight between Scarman Klaus and the harpist?" The silver dragon narrowed his eyes tentatively.

She was clearly not a fool, and through this order she was keenly aware of the evil conspiracy behind the whole thing.

"Hehe, who else could there be?

After this incident, the high-ranking members of the Harpists League will be wiped out, completely losing the sphere of influence that has been operating in the Northland for many years.

And I will be the undisputed king of all the monsters and barbarian tribes of the vast wilderness and the mountains.

If I were you, I would give up those unrealistic fantasies of the past and take the initiative to embrace reality.

As long as you're good enough, I don't mind leaving you a high spot in your own kingdom. ”

With that, Kurremos gave the other man a self-contained look, and then turned around with the life box and walked towards another cave next to him.

The silver dragon, who had learned the truth, stood in place, his eyes revealing unconcealable pain and struggle, and after about three or five minutes, he seemed to finally make up his mind, and walked out of the cave and flapped his wings into the air, flying in the direction of the Supreme Forest.

When she completely disappeared into the sky, Kurremos commanded Agatha, the spirit of Saron who was following her, "Keep an eye on this guy." If you notice anything unusual about her, let me know directly. ”

"Got it."

Agatha instantly activated her teleportation ability and disappeared in place with the Shadow Core.

As the architect and key participant of the entire plan, Kurremos knew that everything was ready now, and when Ilminster and Storm Silverhand went to the High Forest in person, he could join forces with Harred III to lure the primeval red dragon, Scar Klaus, to take the initiative to attack the harpist higher-ups, and completely kick off the battle.

It's not easy, though.

After all, both Ilminster and Storm Silverhand have experienced too many intrigues and calculations, and their experience in dealing with this can be said to be very rich.

Once the true intention is detected by the two in advance, then the script of waiting for both sides to lose and pick up the cheap may have to be changed to a head-on collision.

But Kurremos apparently doesn't want to expose himself so early, preferring to continue to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything.

Of course, he is not the only one who thinks this way.

Si Manmon, the master of the Dark Intelligence Network, made the same choice.

Taking advantage of the harpist's infiltration of the Santalin, he constantly unleashed all sorts of fake news to seduce Ilminster.

For this reason, he even sent several of his most elite teams to constantly roam the outskirts of the Supreme Forest, occasionally summoning some demons through sacrifices, and posing as if they were going to do something big, which made the elven villages and druid sects living in the area nervous.

Ilminster, who was now a guest of the Hubbell family in Long Saddle Town, immediately frowned and fell into deep thought when he heard the news from the harpists.

The recent outbreak of fierce clashes between towns, villages, and wilderness in the Northlands has made the thousand-year-old feel exhausted for the first time in his life.

On top of that, the feeling of watching the other person play cards with you and not being able to do anything about it is terrible.

No matter how you do it and how you choose, the final result is wrong.

There is no doubt that in the fields of politics, economics, and human nature, Zuo Sijie has taught this great sage of the Shadow Valley a solid lesson.

If it weren't for the rulers of Saddle Town, the Hubbell family was a typical mage family, far less concerned with things like wealth and trade, and still able to maintain a relatively neutral and friendly attitude towards the Harperist League, Ilminster might not even have a place to stay, so they could camp in tents in the wilderness.

The current situation in the Northlands is that almost all towns and villages have joined forces, making it clear that the Harpermen's League's concept of balance is not welcome, and that no harpists are allowed to operate on their own territory.

Although it has not reached the point where the harpist is caught and directly executed, as is the case in other regions, it is certain that he will be thrown into prison and squatted in prison.

Ilminster and Storm Silverhand themselves are explicitly shut out of many towns, not allowing them to enter their territory.

In desperation, the Hubbell family temporarily lived in the town of Long Saddle, and used it as the most important liaison base of the Harpists League in the Northlands.

"Are you okay?"

Storm Silver asked as he looked at the expression on the face of the Goddess of Magic's First Elect.

As one of the seven sisters who had been by Ilminster's side for a long time, she had never seen each other so tired, and her heart was full of worry.

The old man shook his head with a wry smile and responded, "I'm fine, I'm just a little unsure if this news is a smoke bomb deliberately released by the enemy, or if they really want to do something."

It is clear that without Manson's aggressive tactics, Simanmon's Santarin will become even more insidious, cunning, and difficult than before.

He never competed with us head-on, but kept pulling and scheduling, so that all the harpists were exhausted.

It would be nice if it was just Simon who was messing around.

But the problem is that there is more than one force in the North that is besieging us.

The worst thing is that the most threatening Soth has not ended up yet, and just using the chain reaction generated by the trade alliance has made the living environment of all harpists extremely harsh.

In this case, countless people gave up their identity as harpists, and many more began to dislike and reject the entire organization.

I'm afraid that if this continues, the loss of manpower alone will lead to a complete collapse of our network in the Northland. ”

"Since you know that you are not an opponent, why don't you take the initiative to admit defeat?

For the sake of fellow Goddess of Magic voters, I believe that Soth should not be able to kill them all.

And regardless of his position, we should admit that he was indeed a good ruler who brought prosperity to the vast majority of ordinary people.

As for the development of the wilderness, I think it should be possible to resolve the dispute between the two sides through negotiations. ”

Storm Silverhand said in one breath what he had been hiding in his heart for a long time.

She really didn't understand why the other party was so obsessed with this contest of ideas, consciousness, ideas and values.

"Throw in the towel?"

Ilminster couldn't help but laugh, and while laughing, he lit his beloved pipe, took a sharp puff and patiently explained: "If I admit defeat now, I will no longer be the person who dared to face all dangers and difficulties."

You don't understand that Soth has brought more than just prosperity to the world.

If that's the case, what reason do I have to stop it?

The real danger lies in his silent change in the minds, perceptions and values of thousands of people.

Look at the original simple people in the Northland, what has become of them now in order to make money, for a better life and enjoyment?

The devil in their hearts, called greed, has been seduced by a series of policies of Soth, and is madly devouring all the inherent ethics and morality of the people.

Do you dare to imagine how corrupt and depraved the world we once knew would become when all this spread to the entire continent of Faeron?

So that's the biggest disagreement between us. ”

Storm Silverhand nodded incomprehensibly, "Okay, maybe you're right.

But the problem is that now that we need to fight fires all over the Northland, what do you think should be done with this information?

Ignore it?

Or do you want to go and check on the situation right away? ”

"Well—I think it's best to wait until you're done with Claus.

After all, this is our biggest move in the past ten years, and the other party is a long-established primeval red dragon, which must not be taken lightly.

Once Klaus is successfully killed, at least the ruler of Mirabas should be impressed with the harpist and allow us to continue our activities there. ”

Ilminster hesitated for a moment and said what he was going to do.

He knew very well that the Harpist League had been able to hold on until now because of the leadership of this group of high-level people who were extremely strong in their beliefs and wills.

If these backbones were to suffer heavy casualties, many harpists who had gone underground and secretly would have lost contact with the Order, not even being able to prove their identity.

After all, the members of the Harpist League are essentially spies and assassins, and they are usually in a one-line relationship for secrecy, and there is no such thing as a list of personnel.

This means that when the leader of the key node and his deputy suddenly die at the same time without having time to make any arrangements, the activities of the harpists in this area will come to a standstill in an instant.

If nothing else, it takes a lot of work just to find the harpist who has lost contact.

Apparently disagreeing with this overly conservative plan, Storm Silverhand rubbed his chin and questioned, "But those people from the Santarin Guild are summoning demons everywhere. Aren't you afraid of a repeat of the disaster at Hellgate? ”

"I don't think it's going to get to that point......

At the time of these remarks, Ilminster was clearly a little less confident.

As the name suggests, Hellgate Fort is a fortress occupied by the devils of Hell.

It is located in the northeastern corner of the Supreme Forest and was originally the Moon Elf city - Aske Point.

Later, after the collapse of the Netherel civilization, some of the remnants of humanity took over the area and began to settle there.

Later, without knowing what happened, many demons infiltrated the city and completed the secret control of the rulers and civilians from top to bottom through excellent political skill.

This continued until DR882, when it was finally noticed by a group of mages.

In order to rid the devil, the mad mage directly opens a portal to the bottomless abyss, allowing a steady stream of demons to rush out to fight their mortal enemies.

According to historians, the continuation of this bloody battle on the physical plane tore the sky and the earth, turning entire cities into a human purgatory of killing and death.

Eventually, the victorious demons built a fortified fortress on the ruins of the original city, known as the Hell's Gate Fort.

In order to eliminate this great threat once and for all, the harpist hierarchy had long ago secretly planned an operation to completely destroy it and expel it from the main material plane through a series of powerful magical rituals.

If it weren't for this series of things that happened later, it is estimated that it would have been a choice to do it in the next year or two.

Unfortunately, as the conflict with Scar Claus escalated, the harpist had to abandon his previous plan and start to deal with the equally difficult primeval red dragon with all his might.

Just as Storm Silverhand was about to say something, a middle-aged human female wearing a harpist's pin suddenly burst in and reported in a breathless voice, "Bad news!

It has been claimed that traces of an injured silver dragon have been found near the Supreme Forest.

Most likely, it was one of the two dragon allies who came to our aid and suddenly lost their tracks.

They may have been ambushed by the enemy and are in dire need of our help. ”

"What?!"

Ilminster abruptly stood up from his chair.

As a fierce man who has been on the Silver Dragon, he has countless indescribable and inexplicable complex relationships with the Metal Dragon Clan.

Especially those younger silver dragons, maybe they are the descendants of the silver dragon that had an intimate relationship back then, and they still have to call this great sage of the Shadow Valley a grandfather or uncle.

"Looks like we're going to have to make a trip anyway."

Storm Silver Hand also stood up, putting on the weapons and equipment that had been placed aside one by one, and making a gesture of preparing to go.

Ilminster nodded solemnly: "You're right. This time, I'm really going to go and see it. Whatever the Santarim and Simanmon are up to, we must stop them. ”

With that, the two Goddess of Magic voters simply packed up their things, got up and said goodbye to the Hubbell family, and rode out of Saddle Town and galloped east.

As for why they didn't use the convenient teleportation magic......

Illminster's rebellious eccentricities and magical ideas, of course.

He advocates that you must think carefully when using magic, and try not to use it if you can, so no matter where you go, you go on your legs, and the number of times you use teleportation spells in this life can be said to be very rare, not like a legendary mage at all.

As soon as the two of them left the long saddle formation on their front feet, the spies hiding in the shadows on their back feet reported what they had seen to Harred III, who was operating in Miraba.

The man's eyes lit up with a vicious glint that he loved and hated for Ilminster, and he immediately used the resources at hand to offer a large bounty, causing adventurers to pour into the mountains of the north.

His goal is very simple, to provoke Scar Claus to leave the lair and attack Mirabah.

In this way, the high-level harpists who are gathering in this mining city will think that their plans have been exposed, and they will have to take action in advance to kill you and kill this primeval red dragon.

There is no doubt that in this multi-party underground intelligence system game, Harred III, Simanmon and Kurremos have taken the lead through a large number of operations.

The next thing to see is whether they can complete the shutout of the harpist's upper echelons before Ilminster and Storm Silverhand react.

……

On the other side, under the walls of Deanisberg in the southern territory of Am, the team led by Aberdale was stunned by the nervous and unsettling scene in front of them.

I saw that above the castle wall, there were more than 100 corpses densely placed.

Only a small percentage of them are humans, and many more are orcs, half-orcs, gnolls, goblins, and other monsters.

The former was easily recognizable by their attire as a castle soldier, servant, and maid, but the corpse of the latter was puzzling.

Because they were supposed to be the main force attacking the castle, but now they are "brain-opening (physical)" one by one, and the inside of the skull is empty without even a little brain.

What's worse is that the moment they step into the castle, everyone hears some kind of strange voice whispering in their heads, and it only takes a few minutes for people to go crazy, crazy, and become extremely irritable.

"Damn! It's psionic energy! I think we're going to be in big trouble this time. ”

Sancho, the intelligence leader in the squad, twitched the corners of his mouth and said his guess.

Although he hadn't seen any monsters so far, he was able to predict that there would definitely be a fair number of Mind Flayers inside the castle.

Because the corpses of the city walls that have been eaten clean of their brains, there is no second species other than the Mind Flayer that can do it.

"What are we going to do now?"

Naria's face was full of nervousness and anxiety.

Because according to the information provided by the soldiers who ran back to deliver the letter, her father did not give up the family inheritance, but chose to stay in the castle and continue to hold on to the advantages of the terrain.

"Do you know that this castle has any secret passages and other places where we can sneak in? It's too dangerous to attack from the front, and I don't know how many monsters I'll have to face that are controlled by the Mind Flayer. ”

Sancho quickly thought about what to do, and asked about the situation.

After a battle against the legendary half-lich Kangus, he has completely completed his transformation, and there is no longer a trace of immaturity in his eyes, but instead a maturity and stability that does not match his age.

In particular, the inadvertently revealed almost indifferent reason, which made the well-informed Jahira feel a chill down his spine, and at the same time secretly sighed that only a monster can teach another monster.

Yes, in the eyes of this half-elf druid, both Zuosi and Sancho have been out of the category of "people".

Naria hurriedly replied, "I know there is a secret passage that leads to the castle from the basement. But what about the whispers that keep echoing in your ears as soon as you step into the confines of the castle? ”

"Yes, I just have a few bottles of mind-shielding potions here, and everyone can ignore this psionic interference for a short time after drinking one bottle.

Keep in mind, though, that the duration of the potion is only one and a half hours.

In other words, if we can't deal with the enemy inside in an hour and a half, we have to quit immediately and choose to give up.

Otherwise, in a maximum of ten minutes, the person with insufficient intelligence will start to go crazy and be influenced and controlled by the other party. ”

Speaking of this, Sancho deliberately paused and turned his gaze to Aberdell and Minsk, and the implication was self-evident.

Minsk was stupid enough to be stupid enough not to notice anything wrong with the boy's eyes, and was still talking to the yellow-skinned mouse Bubu on his shoulder.

On the contrary, Aberdale's old face turned red, obviously embarrassed and embarrassed, and lowered his head to avoid a visual collision with Sancho.

He didn't realize that he was unconsciously slowly losing the leadership of the team, and his identity changed from the original leader to a simple executor.

(End of chapter)