A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

As we all know, as the relatively weakest of the three gods of death, the incarnation of Baal, the god of murder, generally has two forms.

The most common among them is the "slayer" who is between humans and demons.

In this incarnation form, Baal has the ability to float, walk in the air, and never make any sound in all his movements. He looks like a ruthless killer who is about 1.8 meters tall.

Unless you are a believer in the God of Murder, any mortal who sees the Killer would be wise to run away before he catches his eye.

Otherwise, once locked, both body and soul will become Barr's prey.

So far, no mortal has been able to escape Baal's pursuit, not even the chosen ones of certain gods.

The God of Murder who remains in the form of a killer usually does not act irrationally or too violently.

Rather, he is like a pervert who is enjoying the hunting process. Not only does he speak softly, but he also displays a chilling evil and elegance.

It was after witnessing Baal's horrific killing art that many mortals fell at his feet and imitated the god's behavior, trying to understand his thoughts, teachings and concepts.

Another incarnation is called the "Destroyer". Its appearance is not so much close to a human being as it is more like a huge destructive beast.

On the eve of the beginning of the Year of Turbulence, Baal once came to the Moon Shadow Islands to try to kill the Earth Mother Goddess Chantia, and used the entire island as his private territory, using this incarnation form.

In the "ravager" state, Baal can easily smash the hardest rocks and even mountains with his fists. The terrifying horns on his head can scratch and pierce the hardest materials in the world. His thick and tough skin can be immune to enchantment level +4 The following weapons, and possess near-infinite regeneration capabilities.

Unfortunately, his plan was ultimately defeated by Tristan, the supreme king of the Ffolk people on the island, who used the artifact - the Sword of Cyric De Hugh, and was eventually expelled from the material world.

And according to the descriptions of people who have seen the "Destroyer" form on the island, this thing is extremely huge, even far surpassing most of the creatures they have seen. It is an astonishing ten meters tall when standing, and it can be made with just a few moves. Devastating destruction.

Coupled with the ability to create resurrected undead creatures at will and make them absolutely obey just by touching them, there is also the overwhelming power from the Death Priest to kill mortal creatures instantly...

"Destroyer" can almost be said to be a super upgraded and enhanced version of "Slayer".

It is said that Baal often needs to inject more divine power when creating the former.

In addition, in the "ravager" form, he is not always able to remain rational. Instead, he often falls into a chaotic, violent, and bloodthirsty madness and cannot extricate himself.

Since the God of Murder had already fallen during the Year of Turmoil, Zuo Si had never actually seen the "Murderer" and the "Destroyer".

Although he did some research using the heart left behind by Saint Baal after his death, and also absorbed and transformed the other party's divine power, he didn't know much about this god.

But now, when I saw Aberdare and Sarevok using the power of blood to completely transform into avatar-like forms, fighting and biting each other like two wild beasts, I suddenly realized that the Son of Baal might not be as simple as I thought. .

Among them, Aberdare behaves more like a "ravager" than a "killer".

Because from the moment he became a killer, both his rationality and personality disappeared, giving the impression that he was a puppet without a soul and the ability to think, acting entirely in accordance with the killing instinct given by divinity.

No matter who it is, as long as it comes close, it will be killed and devoured by him without mercy, and transformed into the power to maintain the form of the killer.

In just a few minutes, more than thirty Baldur's Gate soldiers and officers who wanted to help Sarevok were torn to pieces by Aberdare.

Some people's souls were even swallowed by his plasma-covered mouth.

In contrast, although Sarevok would kill one or two of his soldiers to supplement his troops when necessary, he always maintained restraint.

It can be seen that the latter does not want to be dominated by the instinct that is full of divinity, but tries his best to maintain his own will.

And this is also the reason why he has been unable to defeat his half-brother despite being stronger in terms of strength.

At this moment, a large area of ​​​​space has been cleared around the two sons of Baal.

Through the bloody fight just now, the soldiers and officers of Baldur's Gate have realized how dangerous it is to get close to these two "monsters", and they are simply making a fool of their lives.

Most importantly, those who were not loyal to Sarevok but to the government of Baldur's Gate began to realize that something was wrong.

If Sarevok, the newly appointed Duke, is the son of Baal and can transform into a bloodthirsty monster like the Slayer, what is his real purpose?

Perhaps ordinary people who are illiterate and have never read a book will not think too much, but officers, nobles, and priests who accompany the army are not fools.

Especially the latter, after witnessing the two Sons of Baal transforming into killers, he immediately realized Sarevok's true intention of provoking a war, and began to call on other members and believers of the church to stop warring and stop causing war. More killing and death.

Unfortunately, due to the current chaotic and anxious situation on the battlefield, these calls did not receive much response.

After all, Zhentil Castle is not a good man. If they put down their weapons and stop resisting at this time, there is a high probability that the red-eyed monsters will kill them easily.

What's more, there are many close followers of Sarevok in the army, and even believers who regard him as a god.

Most of these people held the command of the army, so instead of stopping the war, the war became more tragic.

Of course, the fighting on the battlefield has nothing to do with Sarevok and Aberdare now.

There was only one thought left in their minds, and that was to kill each other and devour the power that belonged to their father in each other.

Seeing the two sons of Baal rushing towards each other again and starting to pull and bite like wild beasts, a large amount of black and red plasma containing some unknown power was splashed everywhere. Jasila, who was fighting Sarevok's men, finally couldn't help it. Shouted: "Damn it! We can't go on like this! We have to go help Aberdare!"

"Go and help him? Are you crazy? Didn't you see what happened to the soldiers and officers who were approaching just now? He has no reason or consciousness at all now!"

Sancho rolled his eyes angrily, and instantly used the spider web technique to firmly restrain a large number of long-range archers in place and unable to move.

As the son of Baal, he was very aware of how dangerous the current situation of the two "brothers" on the side was.

Especially Aberdare, no one knows whether he has been controlled, influenced or manipulated by Baal, the god of murder.

As a very smart boy, Sancho obviously knows that his mentor must be observing the progress of the situation from an unknown corner.

So what I have to do is to save my life, and try my best to keep other teammates alive, and leave the rest to Zuo Si.

If Aberdare really had Baal's support behind him, then no matter how powerful Sarevok was, it was absolutely impossible to win the final victory.

Because as the sons of Baal, their understanding of death and killing cannot surpass Baal himself.

"I don't believe that Gillian's children would attack me!"

Jasila was undoubtedly a very stubborn person. She completely ignored Sancho's warning and directly signaled her husband Khalid to come over and help her cover. Then she rushed towards the location of the two sons of Baal.

As a result, before she even got close, she saw Aberdare turn around suddenly, staring into two eyes with red light. There was no trace of emotion or consciousness in the pupils, only a deep desire for blood and killing.

The next second...

This killer with horns on its head and a tail behind its butt rushed out with a swish, rushing forward at a speed that ordinary creatures could not react, and raised its sharp claws high.

"No!!!!!!!"

Seeing that his wife was about to die, Khalid suddenly screamed in despair, hoping to awaken Aberdare's consciousness and conscience.

Sadly, it was all in vain.

When the killer's claws fell, he tore apart Jasira's armor and the [Tree Skin Technique] he blessed with almost no effort. Blood spurted out along the wound, and he was about to be killed alive. Torn in half, just like the mutilated corpses on the ground around him.

But at the critical moment, Atio suddenly rushed over from the left, like a fast-moving meat tank, knocking Aberdare away with a bang, and successfully rescued Jasira.

Not only that, it also released a magical healing spell that healed the huge wounds and scratches from the opponent's left shoulder to chest.

"Thank...thank you!"

Jasira, who had narrowly escaped death, looked obviously frightened, with deep fear in her eyes, and she didn't even bother to cover up the large area of ​​spring exposed on her left breast after her armor and clothes were torn.

Of course, it’s possible that you noticed it but didn’t care.

After all, the Druid's worldview, values, and sense of shame are completely different from those of ordinary people.

In the eyes of some extreme Druid sects, even wearing clothes means blasphemy against nature. Only by remaining completely naked can one be perfectly close to nature, understand nature, and integrate into nature.

So don't be surprised if you see a druid in the forest without clothes, or with only a few leaves and a few furs hanging on his head.

Many druids will take the initiative to take off all their clothes when performing natural rituals, showing their most primitive and natural naked body.

Atio obviously didn't care at all about Jasira's thanks. He didn't even respond. He turned around and rushed towards Sarevok's bodyguards and cronies. He shouldered the missiles and fireballs shot by the opposing mage and roared. Several soldiers were knocked over.

Then he stood up suddenly and gave the mage who threatened him the most a standard grapple.

Its broad and powerful shoulders, chest muscles, well-developed muscles of limbs and extremely sharp claws could crush the bones of the mage's upper body almost in an instant.

Those nearby could hear the cracking sound of ribs and spine breaking.

Before the mage could scream in pain, the white bear cub suddenly made a pulling movement.

moment!

The mage's body was torn in half from the middle on the spot. Blood, minced meat, and broken bones were scattered everywhere, and intestines and other internal organs were scattered everywhere.

There is no doubt that this is the unique special ability of the Bear Beast King - bear hug, and it is also the most direct manifestation of the animal's primitive brutal power.

In fact, each Beastmaster has its own unique additional abilities.

The special ability possessed by canine beast kings is the madness, which means they bite and devour the limbs, flesh and organs of the opponent in battle;

The ability of feline beast kings is often to leap, which means they can move and dodge more flexibly in battle, or even directly jump over their heads, and then launch sneak attacks from behind;

The dinosaur-like beast king has a "primitive heart" with extremely savage mind and thinking, which can make it difficult for most charm and mind-affecting spells to have an effect on it.

In short, as the darling of nature, each beast king must have its own unique additional abilities.

This ability is often closely related to the characteristics of its beast form.

Even though the poor mage had blessed himself with protective spells such as mage armor, stone skin, and fire shield, he still seemed vulnerable in front of Atio.

The swords and spears that the several warriors stabbed at it, without exception, seemed to hit an iron wall, not even piercing the skin, but barely scraping off a few hairs.

"Roar!!!!!!!"

The white bear cub expanded its size to more than four meters, stood up and waved its paws covered in blood, and slapped to death a thief who tried to launch a sneak attack from behind. It looked majestic and majestic.

Whether it was Sarevok's cronies or the officers and soldiers loyal to the Baldur's Gate government, they were all frightened and retreated, not daring to confront him.

What a joke!

In the previous battle, they had tried all the weapons they could find so far, including heavy machinery such as ballistae.

But what's the result?

This bear didn't even shed a drop of blood, but more than fifty people died at its hands.

Facing this kind of terrifying monster with no chance of winning, anyone who is not a fool will not rush forward to die without the support of magical power.

Suddenly, Atio was in a confrontation with these soldiers.

On the other side, Jasira, who witnessed the beast king's powerful killing spree and successfully frightened the enemy, struggled to get up from the ground with the help of her husband who rushed over, and said with rapid breathing: "It seems that Sancho is right. This kind of In this state, Aberdare doesn't even recognize who we are, and is more like a beast driven by the urge to kill."

"You...what do you think we should do now?"

Khalid asked stammering.

Due to his introverted personality and poor rhetoric, he was originally a bit indecisive and basically listened to his wife in everything.

Now that I am encountering such a complicated and difficult situation, I am obviously a little panicked.

Jasila shook her head bitterly: "I don't know! The current situation is obviously far beyond what mortals can understand. The only thing we can do is not to let anyone disturb Aberdare and let him face it alone. To your own destiny.”

Just as the couple was talking, a scream suddenly came from a distance.

I saw Thrall, the Zhentarim spy, with an arrow stuck in his chest. Dark red blood slowly flowed out from the wound, and he fell to the ground with his face filled with unwillingness.

Although he tried his best to take out the healing potion, the severe pain from his heart and his increasingly weak hands ultimately failed to bring the potion bottle to his mouth.

Montaro wanted to rush over to help several times, but before he could run a few steps, he was shot from the back by a powerful crossbow. His short body was stunned by the huge inertia, and his feet flew off the ground, and then bang He fell headfirst to the ground with a loud sound.

It is still unknown whether he is dead or not.

But what is certain is that it is unlikely that he will stand up again in a short time.

There is no doubt that two teammates rushed to the street in succession, which brought huge pressure to Sancho, who is a mage.

He didn't even hesitate, quickly drank a bottle of invisibility potion and disappeared, then quickly moved to Jasila and Khalid, and urged at a very fast speed: "Don't stand there stupidly! Go! Run over there to the white bear! Only it can intimidate these enemies and soldiers!"

"Where's Imoen?"

Gasila asked subconsciously.

"Imoen took advantage of the previous chaos to enter a stealth state. Don't worry, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to expose herself, it should be difficult to find."

Having said that, Sancho quickly completed his preparations and released a spell-based [Hidden Mist Technique].

In the blink of an eye, the thick white fog quickly spread around him, blocking everyone's sight.

The three of them took advantage of the cover of the heavy fog and quickly headed in the direction of Atio.

Thanks to the druid Jasira, they didn't have to worry about getting lost in the fog.

On the other side, the battle between Aberdare and Sarevok also entered a fever pitch.

As the number of casualties on the battlefield increased, their killer forms became more ferocious and terrifying, exuding an aura that could not be described in words.

Obviously, the power that Sarevok planned to have exclusively for himself was obviously divided up by the other three sons of Baal.

Among them, Aberdare in front of him was undoubtedly the one who absorbed the most.

You don’t need to ask about the remaining two, they are naturally Sancho and Imo.

You must know that the sons of Baal kill and devour each other. It is not that after one of them kills the other, he can take away all his divine power and divinity.

Just the opposite!

Excluding artificial Sons of Baal such as Irenicas who were forcibly captured through magical power, ordinary Sons of Baal's seizure of divine power and divinity does not come from subjective consciousness, but a passive acceptance.

When a son of Baal is killed, his divine power and divinity will automatically flow to the nearest son of Baal.

If there is only one Son of Baal nearby, then that Son of Baal gets everything.

But if there were multiple Sons of Baal, then divine power and divinity would be divided among them all.

It is through this rule that the God of Murder continues to gather the divinity and divine power that he originally dispersed, and finally achieves the goal of returning from the star realm.

This also means that as long as they survive long enough, even if they do nothing but hide, the remaining Sons of Baal will possess unimaginable terrifying power.

This is why in the final stage of the chicken-eating competition, the "Five Descendants" will madly hunt down all brothers and sisters indiscriminately, even if they are ordinary people who have not awakened.

Only by killing all the sons of Baal can the newly enthroned God of Murder truly eliminate future troubles.

"Dear brother!

I admit that your growth rate is far beyond my understanding!

I also admit that you are qualified to be my enemy now!

But there is only one throne left by his father.

Only I, and only I, am qualified to sit on it. "

Sarevok took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the two-handed sword that fell on the ground.

With the long-term attachment of divine power, this weapon is no longer an ordinary object and contains power comparable to that of a divine weapon.

Now, he will show his trump card and use this sword to kill the enemy and win the final victory.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!"

Aberdare obviously didn't have any sanity. He just let out a harsh roar like a wild beast, then jumped up and pounced on him at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, you are really impatient, you can't wait to die."

Sarevok chuckled and taunted, then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly launched the special ability he had learned - Death Raid.

A dazzling red light flashed through the air.

puff! ! !

A dazzling column of blood suddenly spurted out from Aberdare's chest, forming a beautiful yet strange blood flower.

Before he could even figure out what was happening, he felt that his body was losing strength, and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry, and finally he fell to the ground with a plop, looking as if he was dead.

Moreover, the killer's form also began to retreat rapidly, turning into his original human form.

"Now, can you feel the gap between us?"

Sarevok gently waved the sword blade stained with red blood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a proud expression.

"Cough cough cough cough cough -"

Aberdare, who had regained his self-awareness and sanity, coughed violently and spurted a large amount of blood from his nose and mouth. He struggled to raise his head and asked, "You...what did you just do?"

“Through my father’s divine power, I came into contact with the power of the priesthood of killing and death in the Throne of Blood!

I believe that as someone who grew up in Candlekeep, you must have heard that certain gods in charge of death can use some unique supernatural power to instantly kill mortals who dare to offend them, right?

My Death Raid simulates this supernatural power to a certain extent.

It's a pity that I can't kill mortal objects instantly for the time being. I can only ignore all defenses and inflict heavy damage from the power of death to the target.

Sorry, I won this battle of fate.

I will inherit my father's throne and become the new God of Killing.

As for you, you should be my nourishment on the road to becoming a god. "

After saying these words, Sarevok walked straight towards Aberdare with his sword in hand, intending to completely settle this feud that was destined to last forever.

But just when he raised his sword high and planned to chop off his brother's head, a red light suddenly flashed in Aberdare's eyes.

The moment the sword blade fell, the latter disappeared directly from the place.

Before Sarevok could react, a sharp pain came from his chest.

I saw a sharp claw inserted from the back and out of the chest, with a beating heart pinched in the middle of the claw.

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

With the strong beating of his heart, Sarevok's face finally changed, becoming extremely ugly and frightened, and he slowly turned his head to figure out what happened.

As a result, he saw an old, pale old man's face with sparse beard and hair.

With a contemptuous and joking smile on his face, the other party took out his beating heart in front of his face and stuffed it into his empty chest.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood vessels were reconnected and began to function normally.

After all this was done, the old man asked with a ferocious smile: "My dear son, you seem to be surprised now?"

"You...are you Baal, the God of Murder?"

Sarevok's pupils suddenly dilated, and he suddenly felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Hahaha! That's right! It's me!

But now I am not the God of Murder, just a residual consciousness.

But as you little cuties continue to kill and devour each other, I will one day return from the star realm.

I have to say that you are much smarter than Aberdare, a fool who completely entrusted himself to the Throne of Blood.

At least understand that you must always maintain self-awareness at all times.

But unfortunately, I never planned to give up the Blood Throne, nor did I plan to let any of my descendants replace me.

So your ambitions and unrealistic dreams stop here.

Thank you for creating this war and carnage. It will remind countless mortals of my name and at the same time increase my power. "

After saying that, Baal grinned and revealed a pair of white sharp teeth, raised his hand and pressed it on Sarevok's smooth head, then whispered in his ear: "Sorry, kid, you are still not good at playing tricks." Far away. Now, come and say goodbye to this world."

The moment the last word was blurted out, the latter's soul was completely dragged out of the body, and was eventually transformed into divine power and divinity that flowed to all the Sons of Baal around him, becoming the nourishment for the God of Murder to strengthen himself.

After doing all this, Barr did not stay for even a second, immediately canceled his control on Aberdare, and then disappeared without a trace.

Since Sancho had previously created a large area of ​​thick fog through magic, not many people saw the reversal that happened in just a few seconds.

But Zuo Si, who had always maintained the effect of True Seeing, and Irenicas, who had blessed himself with True Seeing, obviously took this scene into their eyes completely.

After a brief silence, Zuo Si took the lead and asked: "How about it, do you now understand the risks involved in stealing the power of a dead god without permission?

To God, death does not mean the end.

Especially if it has not yet been forgotten by believers and admirers of the Material Plane.

My friend, you have made a mistake, a very, very fatal mistake. "

"You already knew all this?"

Irenekas asked with a livid face.

Obviously, the late God of Murder Baal's brief "resurrection" in his own heir just now really frightened the legendary mage.

You must know that the reason why he dared to seize the divine power and divinity of the sons of Baal was because he felt that the God of Murder was dead and could no longer have any impact on the material world.

But now, a cruel and horrifying reality lies before our eyes.

Not only was Baal not completely dead, but he could also be briefly resurrected through the divinity and power of Baal's son.

Thinking that he was now considered a member of the Sons of Baal, Irenicas couldn't help but feel fear, fearing that a similar situation would happen to him.

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged: "No, when I first cooperated with you, my understanding of gods was actually very limited.

However, with the accumulation of strength and knowledge, as well as a lot of research and observation, I gradually understood some of the nature of God.

I think you must be very regretful now for taking the power and divinity from some of the Sons of Baal prematurely, thus putting yourself in crisis.

If you want to find a solution, then I'm your only option.

Apart from me, no other mortal in Faerûn possesses such knowledge.

So please make your choice as soon as possible.

After all, nothing in this world can have the best of both worlds.

When you want something very precious, you have to pay for it. "

"Are you so eager to harvest my soul?"

Irenekas's eyes flashed with alarm.

Zuo Si nodded unabashedly: "That's right! Because your soul shines with some dazzling light.

In particular, evil and madness born under the distortion of strong obsessions have extraordinary value for those who know how to obtain energy from them.

What's more, don't forget that your goal is to become a god.

Are you so unsure of yourself?

If this is the case, I advise you to give up quickly.

Because the biggest difference between mortals and gods is that gods are creatures that never feel regret or fear.

Once they decide on something, they will take action without hesitation.

Even if that resulted in serious consequences and damage.

If you want to become a god, you must have the awareness to give up everything just to achieve a certain goal. "

Irenekas took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He raised his head and sneered and said sarcastically: "According to what you said, I don't seem to have much choice. So what are you waiting for? Get the contract you prepared quickly." Come out."

"Haha, as you wish."

Zuo Si pursed his lips with a smile that showed success, and handed over a devil's contract without any haste.

When opened, the entire scroll was three meters long when unfolded. The number and complexity of the clauses inside were enough to make most mortals feel overwhelmed.

Although Irenekas had been active in the outer plane for a period of time and had heard that devil's contracts were often so complex that it was jaw-dropping, he still couldn't help but gasp after seeing it with his own eyes.

At first, he tried to read and understand directly through magic.

But I soon discovered that it was impossible to avoid the loopholes hidden between the lines, and I was forced to read them word by word.

While Irenekas was reading the contents of the contract, Zuo Si had already turned his attention to the battlefield below again.

At this time, the fog created by magic had gradually dissipated, and everyone saw Sarevok's body lying on the ground, as well as the bloody hole in his chest without a heart.

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Duke Sarevok is dead!"

moment!

The entire battlefield fell into silence.

The two sides who were fighting just now stopped fighting in unison and looked towards the location of the Baldur's Gate command center.

Soon, several priests and officers lifted Sarevok's body for everyone to see.

Then the soldiers on Baldur's Gate lost their will to fight and dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground to express surrender.

In about ten minutes, a commander with the highest rank among the Flame Fist mercenaries was also elected, carrying a white flag, formally submitted a surrender document to Zhentil Fort, and was responsible for conducting negotiations.

Obviously, after learning Sarevok's true identity, most ordinary soldiers no longer wanted to fight.

They were not fools. They learned that everything was a conspiracy of the Sons of Baal. The other party did not want any victory at all, but only wanted to cause more and more tragic deaths. Naturally, they would not continue to joke with their own lives.

In this way, Fu Zouer Chambery finally succeeded in winning the war after paying some price.

The next thing he has to do is to go to Baldur's Gate, and use it as the center to occupy the surrounding towns including Belgost, clean up all the forces that Zuo Si doesn't like, and then go to the nearby forest to recruit some Monster, trying to make the next war, whose outcome is already determined, look bigger and more tragic.

In this way, the common people will be grateful to the new ruler and be willing to cooperate with him in a series of transformations.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Aberdare and his party.

To be precise, they were surrounding the "hero" at the moment, concerned about the physical condition of the son of Baal.

Among them, Jasira first used Druid magic to check him from head to toe, and then he took a long breath and said: "He is fine! At least there is no abnormality in the vital signs."

"Uh... are you sure? He lost almost three times the blood of a normal person, and the heart in his chest seems to have been severely injured."

The corner of Sancho's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

Maybe others didn't see what happened in the thick fog just now, but as the son of Baal, he felt it very clearly.

Especially the short half-minute between Sarevok's Death Raid and Baal's will coming, almost made the boy suffocate with nervousness.

After the battle, Sancho could clearly feel that the divine power and divinity belonging to Baal in his body had increased by almost four times.

And all of these were released from Sarevok's body.

"Physically, Aberdare's injuries are not life-threatening.

But what happens at the mental and soul level is harder to say.

But no matter what, he finally won this battle of fate and was still alive. "

Jasira stretched out her hand and gently touched the blood-stained cheek of the son of Baal, with a hint of weakness, exhaustion and self-blame in her eyes.

In her opinion, this was because she failed to fulfill Gillian's instructions before his death.

"Yes...that's right! Have you...have any of you seen Imoen?"

Just when the atmosphere became a little heavy, Khalid suddenly stammered and asked.

Because not long after the raid started, the girl with short pink hair disappeared from everyone's sight and has not shown up yet. It is really hard not to worry.

"Imoen? Damn it! Where did this little girl go?"

Jasira then recalled that there was another child and teammate who needed to be taken care of, and immediately stood up to summon small animals to help find him.

As for the life and death of the two Zhentarim spies, she, the Harper, had long automatically ignored them.

If she hadn't been afraid of arousing the resentment of Imoen and Aberdare, Jasira would have wanted to find an opportunity to have sex with them during the Friendly Arms.

Suddenly, the remaining members of the team who were still able to move began to look around for traces of Imoen.

But no one would have thought that Imoen was actually sitting on a tree not far from them, curled up in a ball and hugging himself tightly, his arms shaking slightly, his eyes full of fear.

Because at this moment, the same mysterious symbols and patterns as Aberdare and Sarevok appeared on her face and forehead.

In the grass about twenty or thirty meters away from the tree, at least twenty cold corpses were lying scattered.

You don't need to ask to know that Imoen killed all of them.

In other words, she was killed after being affected by her bloodline and falling into a bloodthirsty state.

All the corpses were killed with one blow, with sharp objects piercing their jaws or eyes and dying on the spot.

Obvious signs of frostbite and ice can be seen near the wound.

Obviously, the divine power and divinity in Imoen's body were also affected and suddenly awakened.

The cold dagger she held tightly in her hand was the best proof.

The first ability this girl gained after awakening was to attach extra cold damage to weapons.

For a fourteen-year-old girl with an innocent personality, such a shocking emergency was obviously too impactful, so much so that she couldn't bear it and didn't dare to face it, so she could only hide here alone. Shivering.

Just when Aimeng was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from under the tree.

"I think you might need some comfort and relief right now."

moment!

Aimeng was so frightened that he jumped up and quickly looked down. As expected, he saw Zuo Si with a faint smile on his face.

Without any hesitation, she immediately jumped down from the tree with her superb agility attribute. She rushed forward and hugged the latter tightly. She asked in a slightly crying voice: "Do you know what happened to me?" Is it? Why... why do I suddenly act like a wild beast, unable to control my killing impulse? "

"Because like Aberdare, Sancho and Sarevok, you are also a descendant of Baal, the god of killing."

Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's hair and told the truth.

"What?!"

Imoen was stunned for a moment. He raised his head with an expression of shock and disbelief, and pointed at his nose: "I am also a son of Baal? How is this possible! If I am also a son of Baal, Sarevok has nothing but to pursue him. Bodel instead of chasing me?"

Zuo Si explained patiently: "Because Baal, the God of Murder, left too many children, not every son of Baal will be clearly known.

His adoptive fathers Gillian, Jasira, and Khalid all knew that Aberdare was the son of Baal, so Sarevok could naturally find out through some channels.

But you are different.

In the eyes of most outsiders, you are just an orphan. You were adopted by Winthrop since you were a child. You have neither systematically learned knowledge nor received any combat training.

So you are transparent and easily ignored in the eyes of most people.

But now this situation has changed.

As your blood begins to awaken and your strength becomes stronger, it will inevitably attract the attention of many people. "

"Then what should I do?"

Aimeng seemed a little distracted and buried his whole face into Zuo Si's chest, trying to find some sense of security.

"You need some systematic training.

When the Baldur's Gate matter is completely settled, you can come to Amn to find me.

I'm going to help you out a little bit.

Also, don’t tell anyone except Sancho about this matter. I don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings. "

After saying this, Zuo Si hugged Aimeng comfortingly, and then disappeared instantly...