Conley Moder did not expect the blow to come so quickly that before he could make any countermeasures, the lair in the lower level of the secluded neighborhood was broken by a powerful fist.

It's a small tavern in Ivanthor City, and the underground casino is always noisy, so few people notice that the sewers here lead to a large cult lair.

The screams of the outer guards kept coming, and a particularly terrible roar could be heard far away through the long corridor, and Conley Moder shook his palm, and he saw that the dragon lich enshrined in the underground hall, Dislomeister, had been reduced to pieces by a silver-haired woman's hand several times, and when he saw the eyes that changed colors, he immediately knew that he was in serious trouble.

Because there are not many women in the whole of Feron who have such characteristics.

"It's that Waterdeep bitch!" Conley Modell's forehead immediately oozed cold sweat, in all fairness, if he was well prepared, there was still a chance that he would have walked a few rounds with Leila Silverhand, but when he saw the ranger team on Lady Silverhand's side and the battle wizard from Waterdeep, he completely lost the battle **.

The stronghold was finished, and he clenched his fists, knowing where his mistakes were.

The Dragon Witch Cult's style of acting has always been very secretive, and high-level core personnel rarely make moves, but this time the action is too big, and it is natural that the hiding place is exposed.

He had long thought of abandoning his stronghold, but considering the follow-up attack plan - if Pan Diesel was solved, then of course there would be no need to hide east and west, the Dragon Coast has always been chaotic, and when a new bustle appears, how many people will keep an eye on how many terrorists will be?

Little did he know, however, that Pan Diesel would mingle with the voters of Mystra.

This made him even more incredible: Could it be that the intelligence gathering was wrong?

According to the information he obtained through some secret informants, Pan Diesel was a spy sent by Searle to build forces in Simon.

Of course, compared to 'Pan Diesel and the red-robed mage are outright enemies', although this news has gone to the other extreme, it also has a certain real surname, and it is more valuable for reference - except for a few people who understand in Simon, few people will think in this direction, and you can also see the intention of the Dragon Witch Cult in gathering intelligence.

But the enemy had found the door, and the little time he had left was enough to consider whether to flee or stay and fight to the death.

It's not a difficult choice.

He decisively unleashed the teleportation spell and secretly vowed to take revenge.

The Dragonwitch Cult's hidden stronghold on the Dragon's Coast is not the only one in Ivanthor.

However, after his teleportation light flashed, he did not teleport to the expected location, as if he was subjected to a magical pull in the astral boundary, and the effect of the teleportation technique did not last far away, and he broke away from the teleportation channel of the astral plane, and fell vertically from the sky in the clouds, and fell into a stinky ditch.

Conley Morder struggled to lift himself up from a puddle of stinking water, only to see a pair of unpredictable eyes staring condescendingly:

"Oh, Bishop Modell, what a blessing. ”

Leila Silver said in a playful sign language, and Conley Morder immediately turned to ashes.

The information of the annihilation of the Dragon Witch Cult base on the Dragon Coast soon spread to all the major cities of the Dragon Coast, and in addition to being shocked by the operational power of Simon City, the speculation about the identity of Pan Diesel changed a lot.

After the change of ownership of the West Gate City, almost all the people of the Dragon Coast launched an investigation into Pan Diesel, and after a detailed investigation, Pan Diesel's identity was still hidden in the fog.

It is said that he is a wandering wizard of Sesk, but there is not enough evidence to prove this, and the wizard's self-proclaimed name is also confusing.

As for the 'former red-robed mage' theory, which is the most popular and has the highest real surname, it has given rise to several contradictory branch theories because of contradictions with reality.

Because of the magic shown by Pan Diesel, the relationship with the Simon Concession, the strange form after the war, and many rumors, this kind of speculation is even more confusing, and with the emergence of the Mistra electorate, more people with divergent thinking have turned their attention from the east to the west.

Some people have begun to suspect that Pan Diesel may be a harpist from the Northlands, or a new favorite of Mystra, and this claim immediately sparked a lively discussion, because this status is much more dazzling than that of the "wandering former red-robed wizard", and it is more in line with the common people's fantasy of a heroic figure.

In the ears of the person concerned, this message was even more perplexing to them, and Bishop Qajar thought that perhaps Pan Diesel had agreed with Mistra on some point, and this idea pleased him, and in the eyes of the messengers of the good gods, the confluence of the mage and Mistra was equivalent to 'conversion', which certainly deserved a lot of recognition.

Of course, this also made Pan Diesel's enemies even more painful, a Pan Diesel with the Staff of Seven Spells was difficult enough to deal with, and with a group of murderous Mistra voters, it was simply a loss of hostility just thinking about it.

As a new voter, she was very young, and she knew very well that with her own strength, she was no match for the legendary voters who had been in Feren for hundreds of years, and she never dreamed that Pan Diesel would actually recruit the voters of Mistra because of the attack of the Dragon Witch.

She didn't expect Mystra's people to slip through on her as a shadow electorate, knowing that the whereabouts of Kelburn's body were still on her, so on the day the news broke, she wisely closed the Neom Prop Shop in the market district.

It was no longer safe in the West Gate City, and she decided to speed up her actions for another mission in the future, so she quickly left the Netherworld City.

"This bitch ran away. Seeing the convoy of ghosts moving away from the town from the underground alley, the two yellow-robed people standing at the intersection turned back to the underground alley at the West Gate, with very cold expressions: "I didn't expect the voters of Mystra to scare her like this." ”

"The miscalculation was that the wizard had actually attracted the elect, Hosis, and the dragon witch cult madmen had not caused him the slightest trouble. Damon, the yellow-robed man, sighed.

"A bunch of useless guys. Hossy's face contorted, his fists clenched tightly, but he immediately released it again: "Well, that wizard is not easy to deal with, Damon, we can't be discouraged. ”

"Truth be told, Hosses, we might as well tell the Prophet the news, at least he ......"

"How is he?" interrupted Hosis impatiently, "to give the inheritance of the ancestors to others? ”

"But we're having a hard time finding a way to deal with that wizard. Damon spread his hands: "Hosis, do you have any other good ideas?"

The question silenced his companion, his fists clenched.

“...... There's always a way. After a moment, Hosis exhaled violently, his fist released, and when he clenched it again very quickly, his toes touched something.

This surprised him, and when he looked down, he saw a white-haired old man in a tattered cloth robe leaning against the sewer wall, sleeping there, with a filthy pipe in his mouth.

Hosses and Damon's hearts skipped a beat at the same time, and it seemed that the boiling emotions made them not notice that there were people sleeping in this remote sewer.

And the pipe that was still smoking showed that the old man had just fallen asleep for not long, and with a kick from Hossy, the old man smacked the cigarette holder and stretched, as if he might wake up at any moment.

The two evil immigrants of the empire tacitly determined the plan of action to kill the people in a flash of lightning, and at the same time, Damon took out a hammer and struck the old man's head with a swing.

And when the hammer was aimed at the old man's gray-haired head, he saw that the old man's figure seemed to be surprisingly burly, but this did not make him swing the hammer a minute slower, anyway, no matter how big the skeleton was, it was just an old man, and the end of being smashed by the hammer of fine iron was a dead end.

However, when the hammer struck the middle of the skull, Damon sensed that something was wrong, and the expected sound of bone shattering did not appear, but a blister-like 'snap', and a strong shock force caused his hammer to come out of his hand, hit the top of the sewer, and fell to the ground in a circle, splashing a few splashes.

His mind short-circuited, but Hosis on the side quickly reacted that something was wrong, grabbed Damon and turned his head and ran, while the old man on the ground stood up nimbly in an instant, stretched out the somewhat old wooden staff and pointed at the two yellow-robed people, and an incomparably powerful magical force made their movements immediately stop.

"Hmm, it turns out that if you find a place to sleep in Ximen City, you will still encounter robbery. The old man looked like he hadn't woken up, walked to the front of the two yellow-robed men, rubbed his eyes, and wiped the dirt on his pipe with a towel: "I thought the security would be much better than before." ”

"Yi ......" Hosis opened his eyes wide, walking in Faerun, knowing the information of some celebrities is of course necessary, and the old man showed his appearance in front of him without concealment, making his heartbeat triple almost instantly.

"Well, I've listened to a few words of your conversation, and it's been interesting. Ilminster smiled and tapped Hosis on the skull with his cane: "I'm interested, old man, would you mind giving me a good talk about it?"

Hosis and Damon were dead-faced, sweat was pouring from their foreheads, and their elaborate scheme was trampled on by Leila Silverhand, but while discussing the conspiracy in an alley, they ran into the much more famous Ilminster, which was too bad luck.

He rolled his eyes quickly, trying to find a way out, while Ilminster looked at the two yellow-robed men with interest.

Still, he wanted to come to Westgate to meet the red-robed mage who had piqued his interest, but before meeting him, Ilminster felt the need to take a good look at the post-war city of Westgate—he hadn't been to it in a while.

It was certainly a surprise to Ilminster to hear such a fascinating conspiracy during the visit: someone was going to deal with Pan Diesel, and it seemed quite big.

This made him even more curious.

However, the silence of Hosis and Damon made him unhappy:

"Ah, it seems that you two bastards don't want to satisfy my curiosity, old man, so I'll have to hand you over to Simon Authority, which is a frustrating idea. ”

"Mr. Ilminster. Trying to calm his mind, Hosis spoke in a hoarse voice, "We are not enemies. ”

"Not an enemy? Ilminster shook his head: "I don't know who you are yet. ”

Hosis swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was trying to continue to persuade when he heard an eerie sneer suddenly sound from inside the sewer.

Although it was only a sneer, the moment it was heard, the goosebumps on the two imasca immigrants rolled from head to foot like waves, as if this sneer carried natural fear and darkness, and the smile on Ilminster's face also froze at the same time as the sneer sounded.

A pair of pulsing silver flames appeared in the shadows of the dark alley, and then a skull with a somewhat dried skin appeared in the silver light.

The skeleton was wearing a black robe full of mystery, the black mist spread under the hem of the robe, and the shadow behind him became even darker the moment he appeared, and a ghostly scream was released from it, and Hosis and Damon turned their backs to the skeleton, unable to see clearly, but felt a burst of cold burrowing into their backs from behind, and the fear of the unknown made them even more overwhelmed.

"Hmm~ unimaginable. Ilminster looked at the skeleton and raised his eyebrows: "You still dare to return to the main material realm? ”

"Lansendal? now he can't kill me. The lich's voice was cold and vivid, "Besides, I've been gone long enough that even a child would dare to oppose me, so I need to let the people of this world know how stupid it is to go against me." ”

"So that kid drove you away at the Graveyard of Time?" said Ilminster with a strange smile on his face.

The lich didn't answer, and the silver light in his eyes spread throughout his body.

Hosis and Damon felt as if the temperature was getting colder, and their pent-up fear threatened to break down at any moment.

"Maybe I should give you a warning. The skeleton's left hand was raised, "Get out of the way, Ilminster." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, but it's one of my old man's tasks to make trouble for you. Ilminster took the pipe from his mouth and spat out a smoke ring: "I sincerely suggest that you return to the Nether, there is nothing fun in the main material realm, you should have gotten out of the house a long time ago, Samast." ”

Sandwiched between two terrifying beings, Hosis and Damon shuttled like sifting flour - the only thing Mindset allowed them to do other than talk.

(To be continued)