As a special profession that requires constant travel between villages and towns, merchants will always have more and more access to information than civilians in any world.

In particular, apart from magical and supernatural powers like Faeron and Grey Eagle, the overall level of productivity was still stuck in the Middle Ages and even the Renaissance, and the speed of information transmission was outrageously slow to the world.

Therefore, since joining the caravan, Zuo Si has obtained a lot of information about this world and the surrounding area through conversations with the leader and his daughter.

In addition to this, there are some "international situations" that are not very accurate, but come from afar.

As he expected, the current timeline of Gray Eagle is a few years after the end of the famous "Gray Eagle War".

According to the "common year" era that is widely used in the world today, it should be between CY586 and 588.

It corresponds to about 1232 years of the Aldi era, 6103 years of the Su era, 5050 years of the Elven calendar, 3247 years of the Bakrunesh era, and 2738 years of the Fran calendar.

In short, since there are a large number of ancient civilizations that have disappeared in the long river of history, like the world of Torrell, it has also experienced more than one round of civilization rise and destruction.

Some of today's nations and city-states are survivors of ancient civilizations, while others have risen from devastating disasters and slowly established their own territories from primitiveness and ignorance.

The reason why Zuo Si was able to make such a judgment is because there is a very obvious landmark event, that is, the death and resurrection of Tamson Sen, one of the important members of "Eight Leaves".

Yes, it was Tamsyn who invented Tamsyn's Transfiguration and some other powerful transformational magic that allowed mages to be even more terrifying than warriors in hand-to-hand combat.

He had been a close comrade-in-arms of Mordenken for a long time, accepting the leadership of perhaps the most powerful mortal mage in the entire world, excluding those who had been promoted to godhood, and played an important role during the Greyhawk War.

It's a pity that due to the absence of Mordenken for unknown reasons for a certain period of time, it led to the betrayal of another archmage in "Yaba", Larry.

On the day that the combatants begin to grow tired of the never-ending attrition of war and gather to sign a peace agreement, Larry kills two of his other colleagues, Tamsyn and Otiluk, through a powerful and premeditated magic.

The latter is the inventor of a series of important shield spells.

And the year is CY584.

Then, just when everyone thought that Tamson was completely dead, he was resurrected by a group of adventurers the following year, and now he has left the "Yaba" and returned to his bottomless fortress, starting to prepare for power, recover the treasures and important magical items that were stolen during his death, and make plans to destroy the demon demigod Iuz.

Because he is different from Mordenken's concept of maintaining neutrality and balance, he himself is a camp of order and goodness through and through, and he very much recognizes the sun god of this world, Pero, so he is extremely disgusted with the two forces that summoned demons and demons in large numbers during the Gray Eagle War, resulting in the death of hundreds of thousands of civilians.

You don't need to ask to know that you can summon a large number of demons in this world, except for the demon demigod born to Six-Fingered Grazt and Igvirvo - Iuz, there is no second person.

Another important participant in the war, Avid V, the former titular suzerainty of the free city-state of Greyeagle, signed a pact with Bato Hell and began to summon a large number of demons, while using magic to transform a large number of undead creatures into battle.

As a result, the bloody war that lasted for countless millennia unsurprisingly extended to the world of Gray Eagle.

In fact, this is not an isolated case, but is frequently played out in many planes of matter that have been discovered by both demons and demons.

Because of this, it is called the largest, longest-lasting, deadliest, and most powerful war in the universe.

In addition, if you have to compare Torel with Oss, the planet where Gray Eagle is located, the most obvious difference is the quantity and quality of mortal gods.

Among them, the famous Vikna, who climbed all the way from a mortal mage to the position of a hidden god, and Zaji Iraggen, the mad mentor of Gvirv, and the demonic demigod Iuz, who established an empire and ruled it himself, naturally needless to say.

As for the witch queen Igvirvo, some say that she traveled to some outer plane to settle and continue to explore the mysteries of demons and the bottomless abyss;

Others say that she has become a demigod with terrifying powers, just like her mentor and son.

But no matter what the truth is, this is definitely a strong man who has the ability to cross the threshold of mortals and gods.

The most important thing is that she has the key qualification for a mage to become a god, that is, a bold and crazy mind.

Even Bokabu, the powerful god of magic, was once just a mortal mage, but now he is the top powerful god in the realm.

The Book of Bokab, blessed by it, is a treasure coveted by countless mages.

In addition to this, there are other gods that can be traced back to the words of those who were once mortals from some ancient texts and legends.

In other words, the threshold for becoming a god in this world is not as high as that of Faerun, and it can be achieved by personal efforts, and in the end, it does not need to be approved by the gods.

Similarly, because there is no divine constraint, the gods of the Gray Eagle World interfere with mortal affairs very frequently.

At least after the turmoil in Feron, the gods realized Io's dissatisfaction with what they had done before, and the number of incarnations sent to them gradually decreased, and they turned to other means such as oracles and dreams to let the believers do the work for them.

Mortal affairs should be decided by mortals themselves, and this is the consensus reached by the gods of Torrell after the turbulent years.

Otherwise, the Iron Fist of Divine Ion's sanction may fall again.

"A world where you can do whatever you want as long as you are powerful enough? Doesn't seem to be bad either......"

Zuo Si sat in front of the campfire and muttered something to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

There is no doubt that for those who pursue the path of godhood, Gray Eagle is definitely the most ideal world.

In particular, there are demigods like Iuz, who stay in the physical plane and have not yet gone to the outer plane to establish their own kingdom, which can be used as a target for hunting.

During his rise, he was captured and imprisoned under the castle of the free city of Greyhawk.

And it was none other than the mayor at the time, Zaji Iraghen.

No one knows what this crazy archmage did to Iuz.

But what is certain is that by the time he was released, he had become a demigod who could bestow divine magic on his followers.

Zaji Iragon also crossed the limits of mortals and became a god soon after.

Scholars in this world generally believe that it is very likely that these two guys have been consecrated as gods very closely related to the incident of the Evil Elemental Temple.

After all, the followers of Iuz have claimed more than once that their master and the fungal lady Zugmoi are spouses.

"What were you talking about?"

The caravan leader's daughter cast a curious look at her after throwing some cured meat and dried mushrooms into the pot.

Although she had only known each other for less than two or three days, she was obviously full of affection for the young man in front of her who exuded amazing charm in every move.

It can't be helped, who makes the other members of the convoy either swearing, swearing all day long, or a group of country youths who have been temporarily hired to carry and guard the goods.

Compared to these civilians who had long lived at the bottom of society, Zuo Si's politeness, upbringing, conversation, and incredibly rich knowledge were undoubtedly terrifyingly lethal to this young girl in her early twenties, who was learning business skills from her father.

The most important thing is that this projection has a charm attribute of up to fifty-five points, and often a smile and a look can make her heart beat involuntarily faster and secrete a lot of hormones.

If the progress of the caravan leader's daughter's fantasy in her mind was followed, the two would have given birth to seven or eight children by this time and lived a happy married life.

It's a pity that, like all people who like fantasy, this young girl never dared to make any substantive moves, although she thought a lot.

Because in her opinion, such an excellent young man must be from a noble or famous family, and the daughter of a small merchant like herself is not worthy of the other party.

Therefore, I can only try to hide the inferiority complex and contradictions in my heart, and at the same time try to draw in the relationship and establish a good friendship.

But what the girl didn't know was that all the thoughts in her mind had already been clearly checked by someone through magic, but they hadn't been broken.

Not only her, but all the thoughts and memories of the entire caravan were read.

It is precisely because of this that Zuosi can obtain so much information in a short period of time.

Of course, how much of it is credible, and how much of it is hearsay and one's own imagination, will not be known until we go to the city.

Thinking of this, he smiled at the caravan leader's daughter: "It's nothing, it's just a little lamented that fate is unpredictable." By the way, what about your father and the others? Why didn't I see them? ”

"There was a creek not far away, and they were all carrying canisters to replenish fresh water.

For the next few days of travel, there was simply no clean water source, so this was the last resupply point before arriving at the destination.

In addition, they also want to catch a few fresh fish along the way to improve their food.

After all, people can't stand eating pickled food all day long.

What's more, those cured meats and salted eggs can be sold for money, and the more you save on the road, the more you will earn when you arrive in the city. ”

The girl explained bluntly.

Since it wasn't the first time she had run this trade route, she remembered in her mind where there was water and where she could rest along the way.

It is this valuable experience accumulated over the years that allows the team to reach its destination safely and without danger.

Merchants elsewhere wanted to follow suit, either by paying a fortune to buy information from caravanserais, or risking their lives trying it themselves until they figured out what was going on along the way.

This is one of the reasons why so much money can be made in business, but businessmen are so valuable and rare in an era when productivity and transportation are not developed.

If there is no guide, this industry is really not capable of ordinary people.

"I see."

Zuo Si pretended to nod his head, and glanced at the man who was also cooking soup in front of another bonfire not far away from the corner of his eye, and a hint of imperceptible playfulness flashed in his eyes.

The other party looked to be in his early thirties, his face and arms were dark and rough because of the long-term exposure to the sun, and he was one of the few guys in the caravan who showed naked and undisguised hostility towards Zuo Si.

The reason is also very simple.

This man, Isardo, was an orphan picked up in the wild by the caravan leader when he was young, and has been raised as an adopted son and successor.

So in his eyes, whether it was a caravan or his adoptive father's beautiful daughter, sooner or later it would belong to him.

But Zuosi's sudden appearance gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.

But anyone who is not blind can see it, and in just two days, the heart of the sister who has been with her for more than ten years has flown away.

The entire caravan from top to bottom seemed to be filled with ecstasy soup, and they were full of praise for this outsider who joined halfway and whose identity and origin were unknown.

Obviously, this is the effect of having a high enough charisma stat.

So Isadore inevitably developed feelings of jealousy, anger, and fear, and wanted to make a fool of Zuo Si at every opportunity.

It's a pity that his little trick is not to mention facing a terrifying big devil projection, even if Zuo Si can play with the wrist he exercised in the workplace before awakening the spark.

Therefore, this guy only reaped the bitter fruit of self-inflicted humiliation in the end.

As intense negative emotions accumulate, Isado's mind begins to distort, and irrepressible hatred is taking over his senses.

About a few hours ago, he and his closest friend began to discuss finding an opportunity to kill his adoptive father, then frame Zuo Si as the murderer, and then kill him as the heir in the name of revenge, and finally complete the plan to marry his sister and become the new leader of the caravan.

As the saying goes, there is a terrible devil living in everyone's heart.

And the prerequisite for the devil to break the seal is often a sudden psychological imbalance, and the ensuing outbreak of selfishness, greed, lust and other dark sides of human nature.

Regarding the ongoing conspiracy of this "filial son", Zuo Si actually has an attitude of watching monkey plays.

Maybe it's because he's become a member of the big devils, or maybe it's because he's constantly moving closer to the camp of order.

In short, he is more and more able to appreciate this process of corruption and degeneration in the depths of the spontaneous soul, and the darkness and evil that mortals display in the face of profit and loss.

It's no wonder that Asmodeurs likes to taste the fragments of memories left behind by fallen souls after they have been crushed clean.

Through these fragments, one can truly feel that evil is hidden in the depths of every mortal's heart.

Even the kindest, noblest, and most righteous holy warriors are only because they have not been forced into a corner.

In this way, under the gaze of Isardo, who could not hide his hatred, a pot of cured meat and mushroom soup was quickly stewed.

As for the staple food, of course, it is a hard bread prepared well in advance of the caravan's departure.

Due to the storage time of this thing, it has long been hard like bricks, and if you bite it directly, I am afraid that it will not take long for the teeth to have problems.

Because of this, the caravan would stop to make a fire to make soup.

No matter how hard the bread is, if you soak it in the hot soup, it will soften to the point where you don't even need to chew it.

But to the dismay of the caravan leader's daughter, the soup had already been cooked, but her father and the rest of the men who had gone to the creek to fetch water and fish had not yet returned.

But she didn't dare to leave the carriage parked next to her, and took the few remaining people to check.

After all, for a small caravan, the goods on the car are almost equal to everyone's net worth.

Once lost, it means that there is no return, there is no possibility of turning over, and bankruptcy is almost a 100% certainty.

As the minutes passed, the atmosphere in the camp began to become tense and anxious.

When the sky was completely dark, both the coachman and the coolie subconsciously picked up the weapons placed around them.

The more than hour-long wait had exhausted their last bit of luck, and now it was almost certain that something had happened.

"We have to send someone over and take a look!"

An old coachman in his fifties with a wrinkled face was the first to propose.

He had been with the leader for the longest time in the entire caravan, and was therefore exceptionally loyal.

"But what about the goods in the car? You can't leave it here, can you? Isador asked rhetorically, frowning.

The old coachman raised his head and glanced coldly at the chief's adopted son, and replied very simply: "I didn't say that I would leave it alone, but I just wanted to take two people to the side of the stream to check the situation." If you're scared, stay with Anne. ”

There is no doubt that Isardo's "white-eyed wolf" behavior, who does not care about the safety of his adoptive father at all, has aroused the dissatisfaction of the old coachman.

But the interesting thing is that he didn't make any rebuttals, but pointed to Zuo Si who was standing aside and said, "Didn't this outsider brag about being very powerful before?" Why don't you just let him go with you? ”

"I don't have any problems."

Zuo Si agreed without even thinking about it, looking completely indifferent.

"Young man, you have to think about it. I can't guarantee what I'll encounter next to that creek. ”

The old coachman kindly gave a warning.

But Zuo Si still responded lightly: "It's okay. I was mentally prepared for the dangers that might exist. Also, it would be nice if you could give me another sword as a weapon. ”

"Here, use my sword."

Without saying a word, the caravan leader's daughter handed over the delicate dagger that hung from her waist.

Obviously, this move immediately made Isadore's already ugly face turn blue, and his hands were clenched into fists.

If he could, he would have rushed up and picked up a punch the size of a sandbag right now, and beat the little white face in front of him to the point that his face was covered in blood.

But in the end, he chose to be patient, but his eyes were full of malice and resentment.

After a brief packing, the old coachman took Zuo Si and another coolie into the woods to the west of the camp.

Since it was already completely dark, they lit two pine oil torches.

From the depths of the forest, there was occasionally a shrill wolf howl, and the roars of a large number of unknown beasts.

The twenty-two-three-year-old, sturdy coolie was completely frightened by the horrific environment, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Even the occasional pine tree or owl passing through the treetops, as well as mice and rabbits emerging from the grass, could make him sit on the ground and shiver.

But there is no way, the primeval forest at night is so terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people.

There are too many carnivores in it that can threaten human life.

Not to mention the undead and some other supernatural monsters that may exist in the wizarding world.

In contrast, although the old coachman's nerves were also quite tense, he always remained calm, and occasionally secretly observed without showing the slightest nervousness, as if he was taking a walk after dinner.

After walking for about ten minutes, he finally stopped, and couldn't help but lower his voice and said tentatively: "Young man, between the unknown risks we may have to face, can you give me an explanation?"

If you encounter wolves, beasts or monsters for a while.

What are the chances that we will survive? ”

"Rest assured, it won't be us who bleed tonight."

Zuo Si gently waved the short sword in his hand, which obviously had a +1 enchantment level, and gave a meaningful guarantee.

"Then it's all up to you."

The old coachman, who had received the expected answer, breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, raised his torch and continued to walk forward.

After another ten minutes or so, the sound of gurgling water could already be heard.

Because it was deep in the dense forest, the sky above was basically completely obscured by dense foliage, and the moonlight could not shine at all, so he could only rely on the faint light of the torch to find it.

Soon, the old coachman found a full tank of water next to the creek, as well as fishing tools piled up in a mess next to it.

There was a small net, a few sharp forks, and even seven or eight fish that had been killed and washed with straw ropes.

After checking the surroundings twice, he stopped and analyzed: "There is no blood, which means that the leader and his party have not been attacked by wolves or other fierce beasts.

Otherwise, we would see mutilated corpses and bones all over the place.

But the question is where will they go with the jugs and fishing tools left here?

Even if they are ambushed and kidnapped, there should at least be traces of struggle and fighting. ”

"What if you do it with an acquaintance?"

Zuo Si put forward a hypothesis with a smile.

Moment!

The old coachman's pupils dilated suddenly, as if he thought of something, and asked in a tone that was not very certain, "What do you mean Isado......"

"No, I didn't say that, I just think it makes the most sense to be explained by an acquaintance like this.

Because only acquaintances can not arouse suspicion at all before doing it.

Only acquaintances can use various methods to disperse the personnel and facilitate them to break them one by one.

And look at these obvious footprints next to the stream on the ground, are some of them deeper and some of them shallow?

So my assumption is that someone in the caravan is plotting to kidnap the leader and his loyal men.

As long as you follow the footprints, I really think it will soon come to light. ”

With that, Zuo Si locked on a series of footprints with his dark vision.

Since the incident took place next to a creek, the land was quite well hydrated, and it could even be said to be wet.

It's easy for people to leave clear footprints when they step on it.

Although most of them were artificially destroyed, they still couldn't hide from Zuo Si's keen eyes.

After moving about two or three kilometers north along the location of the creek, the group of three finally saw the cave with fire near the mountainside in the distance.

When they got closer, both the old coachman and the coolie gasped.

Because the entrance to the cave was not guarded by the "acquaintances" they expected, but a group of orcs wearing leather armor and holding various weapons.

What's worse is that the other party also wears a toothy grinning skull mark.

After the terrible Gray Eagle War, there is not a single person in the entire Flannis region who will not recognize this symbol.

It is the emblem of the demonic demigod known as the "Old Man", Iuz.

Generally speaking, the appearance of this thing usually means conspiracy, war, killing, slavery, exploitation, and suffering.

It is clear that these orcs are all followers and followers of Iuz.

Unlike the Torrell orcs, who mainly believe in Geush, there is no such thing as an orc god here, so many orcs who are keen to plunder, kill, and enslave will choose to follow Iuz, a chaotic and evil demonic demigod.

At one time, the proportion of believers accounted for nearly half.

The remaining half are the humans of the evil camp.

"Oh-shit! I think we're in big trouble. ”

The old coachman suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't even have the courage to go in and inquire about the situation.

"It's just a few orcs. You wait here, I'll go over and deal with them. ”

After that, Zuo Si didn't give the other party any chance to react before disappearing into the shadows.

By the time the old coachman came to his senses, he had already seen him touch the back of one of the orcs, covering his mouth and stabbing his short sword into the jaw at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the orc warrior convulsed and swallowed his last breath.

After the blow was successful, Zuo Si didn't stop at all, and lightly put down the corpse and touched the other one again.

Relying on this unpretentious sneak attack backstab, the four orcs guarding the door died in less than three minutes, without making a single sound from beginning to end, let alone alarming the enemies in the cave.

Just as the old coachman got up and wanted to follow, he suddenly found that Zuo Si, who was standing at the entrance of the cave, made a gesture to continue waiting in place, and then went straight in.

After entering, Zuo Si found that the cave halfway up the mountain had already been hollowed out, forming a spiral staircase downward.

And the light of the fire seen outside was the light emanating from the huge campfire at the bottom of the stairs.

A human male led dozens of other orcs to kneel in front of a statue of an old man with a wrinkled face, chanting aloud psalms in praise of the gods.

You don't need to ask to know that this old man is one of the images of the demon demigod Iuz.

He also has another image of himself as a half-demon.

"Praise be to you! Great Bone Monarch!

Pain is power, and causing pain is proof of power.

Under your guidance, we will trample all the weak under our feet, ruthlessly exploit, torture and oppress them, and extinguish their last hope.

We will bring pain to everyone in this world and make them desperately submit to the domination of your absolute power......"

Judging by the human male's performance, there is no doubt that he is a fanatic follower of Iuz.

To be precise, Iuz accepts only two kinds of believers, one who is absolutely obedient to himself, and the other who is fanatical enough to risk his life.

In the corner of the huge campfire, the caravan men and a number of other captives of unknown origin were all locked in a huge iron cage.

Some of them had been whipped and tortured to the point of bruises, while others had been starved to the point of being so emaciated that they might die at any moment without adequate nutrition.

There were also three of Isado's best friends next to him, crouching in the corner and waiting for the fate.

It is clear that they attacked the caravan and brought the captives with them.

This is a secret stronghold established by the Iuz faithful.

Zuo Si made a judgment at the first time.

Just as a few orcs with big shoulders and round waists wanted to drag the caravan members out and pull them down before the altar to kill, Zuo Si finally jumped from a high place.

Next Second......

The orcs and human sacrifices, who were still immersed in religious fanaticism, saw a cold light flash in the air, and then the heads of more than seven orcs rolled off their necks.

The plasma spurted out at least two meters high under the action of huge pressure, and then the headless corpse fell straight down.

Because everything happened so suddenly, everyone at the scene didn't react, just stared at this scene with wide eyes.

But the fact that the orcs are not responding does not mean that someone will show mercy.

What's more, Zuo Si had already formed a big bond with Grazt, and now he didn't need to hesitate to clean up his son's church.

In just two or three seconds, seven or eight more orcs were brutally decapitated.

The pungent smell of blood finally woke up the human beings led by them suddenly, and roared sharply, "How dare you interrupt the sacred sacrifice!" Above! Get him! I'm going to wash away the shame of having the ceremony interrupted with this guy's blood! ”

Moment!

The orcs present also reacted, and they all picked up their weapons and hugged up.

It's a pity that these guys' warrior level is not very high, and they can't pose even the slightest threat.

In front of Zuosi's agility attribute of more than 40 points, it is simply like slow motion, and it is easy to be parried, dodged, and then stabbed to death or decapitated by the backhand.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you are actually slashed by an orc weapon.

These unenchanted tabula rasa weapons are impenetrable even to the protective force field that surrounds the body, let alone the tough skin that is immune to low-level magic weapons.

So this is not a battle at all, just a one-sided massacre.

Zuo Si regarded the dozens of orcs in front of him as a living target for him to practice swordsmanship, and carried out efficient killing with a graceful and dance-like movement.

When the brilliant sword dance was over, except for the humans who did not rush up in the lower layer of the cave, the rest of the orcs all fell to the ground and turned into corpses.

He himself didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, he elegantly shook the short sword stained with blood, and asked the other party with a smile: "What did you just say?" I didn't hear clearly, can you please repeat it again? ”

"You...... Who are you? ”

At this moment, the human priest also realized that the unknown young man in front of him obviously had terrifying strength, and immediately slowly retreated to the front of the idol, trying to use the god of faith to protect himself.

In the world of Gray Eagle, the name Iuz is still very intimidating.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the hostile relationship between Zuo Si and Grazt, and he doesn't know that demons and devils are born rivals.

"Hehe, when you die, you can ask your own god, I think he should know me."

blurted out the last word, and directly threw the short sword in his hand as a throwing weapon.

With the tremendous kinetic energy brought by the power attribute of up to seventy points, the short sword passed through a distance of less than ten meters in just 0.001 seconds, first slamming through the shield raised in the enemy's hand, and then nailed to the feet of the idol of Iuz with himself.

Blood quickly stained the clothes and armor red with the wound on his chest, and pooled into a small pool on the ground.

The human priest looked down in disbelief at the heart that had been shattered in an instant, and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Heavy bleeding from a broken heart causes him to lose the ability to move and speak in a very short period of time.

Even if the brain is still awake at this time, it can't do anything, let alone use magic to heal itself.

With his death, the eyes of the idol of Iuz suddenly began to leave a black unknown liquid without warning, and the surrounding air gradually became enveloped in an extremely evil and chaotic aura.

The two severely malnourished captives immediately began to convulse, go crazy, and grow creepy plaques all over their bodies after just a little inhalation.

When Zuo Si saw this scene, he immediately forcibly broke the iron cage with brute force, and said to everyone including the caravan leader with a serious expression: "Get out of here!"

The farther you run, the better!

Immediately!

Right away!

Don't ask why.

All I can tell you is that if you run slowly, you will die, and you will die a terrible death. ”

No one is truly stupid to survive in this dangerous world.

Especially when he saw Zuosi's amazing combat power and the strange supernatural phenomenon of the statue of the demon demigod Iuz, he ran crazy towards the outside of the cave without saying a word, even a few of Isado's dead friends were no exception.

After these ordinary people fled, Zuo Si watched the plaques of the corpses on the ground continue to expand, followed by colorful mushrooms that began to grow, and released spores into the air, infecting more corpses.

Eventually, the black liquid that flowed from the idol fused with the mushrooms that grew out of the corpse, forming two eerie giant monsters.

Just a second later, a standard Campion descendant appeared in front of the idol out of thin air.

Like the Tiflin name, Campion is actually a collective term for a hybrid of demons, demons, and eugros combined with humanoids.

It's just that Tieflin's bloodline can be the act of an ancestor, causing all descendants to potentially awaken into demonic.

But Campion is a hybrid of the first generation of demons and humans.

You don't need to ask to know that the Cambion exuding divine power in front of you is the heir of Grazt and Igvirvo, the god of lies, pain and depression in the world of Gray Eagle - Iuz.

As for the two creations next to them, which looked like a mixture of large mushrooms and corpses, eighty percent of them were with the help of the power of the fungus lady Zugmoi.

After all, this chaotic and evil demigod and Lady Fungus have been in a relationship since a long time ago.

"Welcome to Os, Lord of the Ninth Dimension of the New Hell of Bato, Lord of the Devil appointed by Asmodeus, Chosen Elect of the Goddess of Magic and Goddess of Poison and Disease of the World of Torreel, Emperor of the Empire on the West Coast of the Continent of Feren, and His Majesty the Great Tsoth.

If you don't mind, can you tell me what your intentions and plans are for coming all the way into this world?

Isn't it a special trouble for me?

Although I heard that you had a little unpleasantness with my demonic father.

But that shouldn't have anything to do with me, should it? ”

After a brief standoff, Iuz broke the silence first, touching his chest with one hand with a slightly exaggerated gesture and tone, and bowed slightly.

"You made such a big move to see me just to make sure I didn't come to deal with you?"

Zuo Si touched his chin and asked rhetorically with interest.

With the power he possessed now, it could be said that it would not be difficult to deal with a demigod who had not even established an outer plane realm.

Iuz grinned and bared a mouthful of sharp fangs and replied with a smile, "The hatred between demons and demons has a long history.

As a half-demon and the son of Grazt, it's hard for me not to think of something about your presence.

What's more, as far as I know, you are a person with a record of killing gods.

The poor fellow, who had just been promoted to the god of spores in Faeron, had fallen shortly after becoming a god.

So I have 120,000 respects for you.

If circumstances allow, I would prefer that we can be partners rather than enemies. ”

"The fall of the Spore God was told to you by Lady Fungi?"

Zuo Si asked very casually.

"That's right. After all, those mycelium were left behind by her, so she naturally knew what happened. Iuz nodded generously in acknowledgement.

It was precisely because of the accurate information provided by Zugmoi that he would confirm Zuo Si's identity as soon as possible, and at the same time, he was extremely afraid of the terrifying power of the divine power impact scepter.

It is really a little embarrassing to resist an artifact of this level with a demigod body.

Appreciating the humble attitude deliberately disguised by this demon demigod, Zuo Si couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Give me a reason to let you go."

Or why do you think I'll spare the heir of an enemy?

Don't forget, your biggest patron, Grazt, is my enemy, and the other patron, Mrs. Fungus, is also the one I'm hunting down.

Why don't I choose to kill you and solve the problem once and for all?

After all, you don't have any decent god allies in Greyhawk, and you don't have to face any consequences if you kill them.

As for Grazt and Zugmoy, I can tell you very clearly that none of them can spare a hand to help you right now.

And if your witch queen mother, Igvirvo, dares to appear in front of me, she will definitely not come back. ”

"There's a lot I can offer, but it depends on what you want......

Iuz looked up suddenly, his eyes shining with a terrifying glow.

As the son of six fingers, his IQ naturally can't be too low, and it is easy to detect that the other party doesn't really want to kill him, otherwise he doesn't need to talk nonsense at all.

Having said so much is nothing more than revealing a meaning, useless people are not qualified to live.

As long as he shows his useful side, he can not only avoid catastrophe, but maybe hug a new thigh.

You must know that although Iuz is a demonic demigod, this does not mean that he has to go dark on the path of chaos.

Like Grazt, he also has a flexible baseline and can jump from the devil to the devil's side at any time.

(End of chapter)