A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Facing the fierce-looking pirates around him, the soldier acted very calmly, without any panic.

I saw him walking straight to the bonfire, and then stopped less than three meters away from Hallett. He bent down and saluted calmly: "Hello, Captain Bloodhand. I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of my master. .”

Obviously, he was none other than the soldier summoned by Zuo Si.

At this moment, this summoned creature, which has the same intelligence and thinking as a normal person, has replaced its own weapons and chain armor, and exudes a strong confidence that cannot be described in words.

This confidence does not come from personal strength, but from his summoner, the planeswalker who hides in the dark and controls everything-Zuo Si.

"Negotiation? Who is your master? Why does he think he is qualified to negotiate with me?" Hallett asked with a sneer.

If he hadn't been frightened by the inexplicable disappearance of twenty-five of his subordinates before, he would have ordered the overestimating guy in front of him to be chopped into pieces.

The soldier noticed the coldness and cruelty in the pirate captain's eyes, and responded with a smile: "Since the master dares to let me negotiate alone, he has naturally prepared enough chips. For example, the sea food you ate a few hours ago The miscellaneous soup has been laced with a highly toxic substance called ricin. And these highly toxic substances will begin to take effect soon."

The words have not yet been spoken!

Several relatively weak human pirates fell to the ground clutching their stomachs.

The severe pain caused them to curl up into a ball, like cooked prawns.

The orcs and hobgoblins followed closely behind, and they all began to lie on the ground and vomit.

Dark red blood clots can be clearly seen in almost all vomitus.

As for the ogre with the best physique, he eats the most and absorbs the most toxins.

When the attack occurred, it instantly triggered convulsions and severe shock reactions. He lay on his back on the ground with feces and urine flowing out, and the vomit quickly blocked the esophagus and trachea.

Even before his organs failed, he was already suffocated to death.

In just a few minutes, more than two hundred pirates were poisoned one after another, leaving only the eight hobgoblins and two ogres who had just returned from the small group.

Because they didn't even have time to eat the soup containing high-purity ricin before they were sent out to perform the mission.

At this moment, the entire beach was wailing.

The stench of the poisoned person's excrement mixed with the sour smell of vomit, forming a hellish picture.

Seeing the miserable expressions of the poison-haired pirates around him, Bernard, as a prisoner, was so frightened that he quickly backed away.

He couldn't believe that he was just one step away from death.

If you accidentally take a sip of cold soup, you will probably die slowly in excruciating pain like the pirates in a few hours.

Goddess of Wealth, Woking, bless you!

The young businessman couldn't help but silently pray to the gods he believed in.

As for "Bloody Hand" Hallet, who witnessed all this happening, his face had already turned livid, and his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

You must know that in the past, he was the only one who manipulated others, and this was the first time that he was plotted against by others.

He didn't even figure out who the person who plotted against him was.

The soldier completely ignored the pirate captain's almost boiling anger and continued to press: "Exactly four hours! It's exactly the time the master expected the poison to take effect. Now, it's your turn to make a choice, Captain Bloodhand . Is it negotiation, or is it just watching his men die bit by bit under the torture of poison?"

moment!

Those pirates who were not in pain enough to lose consciousness all cast pleading looks at their captains.

Obviously, they don't want to die and want Hallett to agree to the other party's request in exchange for an antidote that can keep him alive.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Hallet suddenly pulled out his scimitar and put it on the soldier's neck.

The sharp blade even cut the latter's skin, and dark red blood flowed down his neck, staining the mail on his body red.

But the soldier still did not show any fear, and just asked expressionlessly: "Is this your choice? If so, please kill me immediately. My master will regard it as a signal to start war. .”

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Hallett finally realized something was wrong.

He has seen too many people in his life, even those paladins who are strong-willed and willing to sacrifice themselves for a just cause and to save innocent people, will show some fear of death before they die.

Because this is the instinct of all intelligent creatures, it is almost impossible to overcome it.

But there was really no trace of fear in the eyes of the human warrior in front of him who looked to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old, as if death was just as common as breathing.

"It is my honor to die for my master, and it is the meaning of my existence."

When saying this, the soldier's face showed an extremely serious, pious and sacred expression.

He didn't lie, let alone deceive the other party, but spoke his true thoughts.

But it was this kind of devotion that was completely unafraid of death that made Hallet feel his scalp tingling for the first time.

In the continent of Faerûn, the organizations that can make their subordinates willing to die for themselves are basically either paladins or priests of gods from the good camp, or they are brainwashed devil worshipers.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is influenced by magic or mind control.

In any case, this means a very terrible thing.

That is the "master" the other party calls, most likely a powerful, insidious and cunning spell caster.

In an instant, the notorious "Bloody Hand" captain imagined an image of an evil mage in his forties or fifties, tall and thin with cold eyes.

He even felt that the mage was hired by the enemies to cause trouble for him.

After all, Hallett has been unscrupulously plundering passing merchant ships on the sea over the years, using human greed and weakness to continuously expand his intelligence network and power, which has long aroused the dissatisfaction of many people.

Leaving aside the organizations and temples of the good camp, the merchants of Amn alone have wanted to pay adventurers to kill him more than once.

If he hadn't had some "business" dealings with the Shadow Thieves Guild, and could have received information in advance before each encirclement and suppression, he would have probably died countless times.

In addition, other pirate captains also regarded Hallett as a thorn in their side and wanted to deal with him quickly.

As a famous saying goes, it is naked hatred between peers.

No one wants to see a pirate king appear in the Sea of ​​Swords.

unless……

That person is themselves.

"What does your master want from me?"

After a long moment of silence, Hallet finally took back his scimitar and decided to solve the immediate crisis first.

Although he doesn't care about the life or death of his pirates at all.

But if all these two hundred people died at once, it is estimated that once they are discovered by other pirate ships in the Nelanser Islands when they return, they will immediately stage a mass attack.

In this sea full of chaos, violence and blood, only strong soldiers and horses can force those vicious colleagues to remain calm and rational.

The Pirates have always only talked with strength.

It is nothing new for a group of pirates to rob another group of pirates. This has always been the case since ancient times.