A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Staying in a relatively confined space for several hours with a group of animals that smell bad and occasionally urinate everywhere is definitely not a comfortable experience.

What's more, other members of the team have to keep an eye on Aberdare, who may go crazy, lose control, and transform into a killer, slaughtering the entire vehicle and animals together.

The only thing that made them feel that it was worth the ticket price was that they could hardly feel the strong bumps while sitting on this huge carriage.

And at noon, the coachman also provided each human passenger with a piece of hard bread for free as a lunch pad.

If it had been a rich time in the past, even Druid Jahira, who was the least picky about food, would never have eaten something like dried sea vegetables with a lot of wheat bran and a little salt sprinkled on the surface.

But the problem is that the team's current funds are only a dozen gold coins, and they have to deduct part of the city entry tax, and leave some money for the expenses of staying in a hotel if they can't see Zuo Si himself.

In addition, the armor and weapons worn by everyone also need to be repaired, maintained and repaired after experiencing the fierce battle in Dulag Tower.

All this requires money.

Therefore, Aimeng, who was in charge of accounting in the team, wished he could break a copper plate in half.

Therefore, no one dared to complain at all about the free bread provided by the carriage. They all lowered their heads and gnawed on their own small piece.

Minsk even broke off a piece of his own bread and gave it to his animal companion, Bubu the hamster.

In contrast, the well-prepared farmers and peasant women ate much more abundantly.

They took free bread as their staple food, and then took out small pieces of bacon, sausages, cheese, fruits and vegetables and home-brewed wine from their pockets to eat.

The driver who was driving the carriage even opened a small metal can and took out a portion of still warm clam and bean soup.

Judging from the strong taste, most likely a little pepper, ginger and other spices were added.

It can be said that except for Aberdare and his party who were teleported to the countryside out of thin air, everyone else in the car had a pretty good meal.

Thanks to Ascatra's increasingly prosperous and developed handicraft industry and trade, these farmers living in the surrounding villages can clearly feel that their lives are getting better and better.

Some farmers are even keenly aware of the huge demand for meat, eggs, milk, wine, etc. in big cities. Therefore, they no longer simply sell food, but transform into more profitable and higher value-added breeding industries.

Their monthly income is dozens of blocks ahead of the farmers in the relatively backward areas of the North.

This can be seen from the clothes a person wears, the shoes he wears, and the food he eats while traveling.

Generally speaking, farmers in poor and backward areas may only wear one or two sets of shabby linen clothing throughout the year.

When eating, let alone spices, meat, eggs, and milk, I don't even dare to sprinkle more salt on bread or pancakes.

But what about the farmers in front of us?

Not only can they afford meat, eggs, and milk, but they can even put a little spice into some dishes that only rich people could enjoy in the past.

As for the clothes on my body, except for the strong smell due to the large number of livestock in the carriage, they were generally clean and without patches.

Unfortunately, this change was not noticed by anyone in the team.

Because guys like Aberdare and Minsk, who are faster with their hands than with their brains, will naturally not pay attention to such changes in people's livelihood.

Aimeng was wondering whether he could hold on with the little money on hand until he met Zuo Si.

Sancho's mind was filled with the situation of being imprisoned in the Tower of Dulag, trying to figure out what Irenicas wanted to do, and who was the dark elf Viconia who finally let him out. .

Only Jaheira, a harpist, has such sensitivity, but her entire being is immersed in the grief of her husband Khalid's death.

Just like this, listening to the noise of livestock and poultry in the car in silence all the way, the magic carriage finally drove through the long rural dirt road and set foot on the recently built "highway" near Ascatella.

This is a dedicated three-train track connecting nearby villages and small towns. It is twelve meters wide and is entirely made of asphalt.

There is no problem even by the standards of modern society.

As for the asphalt, it all comes from a natural asphalt lake in the Chelimba Swamp at the source of the Snake Tail River.

Since it is a typical borderless land, it only needs to send a steady stream of airships to transport and process it.

Almost all roads under construction now use this kind of asphalt road that is basically the same as in modern society.

On the one hand, the mining and transportation costs of natural asphalt are very low. On the other hand, it is easy to build. You don’t have to wait for several hours to dry and harden like cement, which can save a lot of time.

You must know that in Faerûn, there are a lot of wild animals after leaving the town.

Therefore, while waiting for the cement to dry for several hours, it is entirely possible to be trampled by a group of animals running out of the woods and shrubs.

Looking at the spacious and smooth asphalt road outside the window, as well as the extremely busy carriages and oxcarts coming and going, the curious Imond couldn't help but poke his head out of the car window, wide-eyed and asked without looking back: "Hey ! Sancho, has the transportation in Amn always been so developed?

Oh my God, this is unbelievable!

It must cost a lot of money to build a road that is so long, so wide, and at the same time so hard and smooth.

Look, there is actually a big house on the edge of the road ahead, where passers-by can eat, rest, and feed livestock. "

Imoen pointed to a public rest stop not far away and exclaimed.

Compared with today's Amn, in her eyes, Baldur's Gate, which once represented a prosperous big city, was simply like a backward rural place.

Especially the carriages that come and go in a hurry, almost one after another.

The amount of traffic was completely beyond the limit that the girl could imagine.

The kind of prosperity that could be seen with the naked eye that transcended the times made her feel like she was in a dream.

To be precise, it is impossible for the entire Sword Coast, including Waterdeep City, to have enough money to carry out such luxurious large-scale infrastructure construction.

Sancho glanced at the scenery outside the window, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, I think these changes should come from the time when we were arrested and imprisoned.

At least when I left Ascatra, I had not seen such black hard roads and public facilities.

If nothing else, this should be related to a series of policies after the establishment of the West Coast Empire.

After all, the teacher has repeatedly stated that the things he hates most are ignorance, filth, backwardness and poverty. "

"you sure?

The total time we were arrested was only a few months.

How could it be possible to accomplish so much work in just a few months?

If this is true, it's incredible.

You must know that it will take at least several years to build such a long, high-quality road in Baldur's Gate or other cities in the north. "

There was strong doubt in Imoen's tone.

In fact, she can't be blamed for this, because without the large-scale use of magic, the speed of infrastructure construction in Faerûn is so slow.

Coupled with the lack of a mature and efficient bureaucracy caused by the feudal aristocratic lord system, any infrastructure construction involving a slightly larger scale will usually calculate the project time in years.

After many cities are devastated by various disasters, it is generally impossible to recover within ten or twenty years.

Some that couldn't be repaired simply turned into ruins.

But this time, before Sancho had time to answer, the driver in charge boasted proudly: "Little girl, you are talking about other places.

Our West Coast empire is different!

Within the scope of the rule of His Majesty the Great Emperor Soss, from the cabinet to the bottom bureaucrats, they have always liked to pursue efficiency.

Whether it is the priests serving the gods in the temple or the high-ranking mages, when the empire needs it, they must put aside other things at hand to serve a certain project.

See this horse-drawn carriage under our butts used to transport farmers, livestock and grain?

It was participated and created by those mages.

What takes years elsewhere, we may only need a few weeks or even a month or two.

You will understand this when you enter Askatra. "

Another young farmer next to him immediately smiled and nodded in agreement: "That's right.

Once you enter Askatra, you will redefine the words city and prosperity.

Because it is more than ten times or even dozens of times larger than any city you have seen before.

And if you haven’t been there for two or three weeks, let alone months, you might get lost. "

There is no doubt that the extremely proud and proud tone of the coachman and the farmer left a very deep impression on the team members.

Because they feel that in emerging countries like the West Coast Empire that are forcibly integrated together, most people should identify more with their previous identities, such as Amn people, Kalimshan people, Tethyr people, etc.

But the actual situation is exactly the opposite of what was imagined.

Compared with their previous identity, civilians seemed more willing to accept the new identity of "Imperial subjects".

With strong doubts and confusion, the carriage drove quickly along the asphalt road and successfully stopped at a station a few hundred meters away from the city circle in the evening.

The farmers drove their livestock very skillfully to the agricultural products market not far away that was specially designated for trading.

After negotiating the price with the purchasers of various restaurants, hotels, pubs and butcher shops and completing the transaction, the livestock and poultry will be killed and cleaned by professional butchers, and then transported into the city in a raw meat state for the citizens to enjoy.

Cereals, vegetables, dairy products and other items will be sold to institutions run by the city government, which will then be responsible for wholesale to lower-level retailers.

The main purpose of this is to prevent someone from tampering with food, suddenly hoarding goods and forcibly raising food prices, and earning the price difference by buying low and selling high, which will trigger drastic fluctuations in food prices in a short period of time.

In short, after several rounds of continuous expansion, Ascatella made all the members of the team dumbfounded and couldn't believe that there was such a large city in the world.

The part of the Gold Coin Capital that was originally enclosed within the city walls now only accounts for less than one-tenth of the overall size of the city.

With this as the center and continuously expanding outward, both sides of the road have already been densely covered with various buildings of four stories or above.

Some of them are used as commercial shops, but more are concentrated residential buildings.

In addition to the asphalt pavement in the middle specifically for the passage of vehicles and horses, there are brick pedestrian streets on both sides specially prepared for pedestrians, as well as street lights and green belts equipped with eternal flame torches.

There is no doubt that this port city, which was selected as the capital of the west coast empire, is very close to the standards of modern cities on Earth.

Those roads and buildings that were clearly planned in detail and looked very symmetrical and neat clearly demonstrated Zuo Si's obsessive-compulsive and perfectionist tendencies.

If viewed from a high altitude, even the squares, high-rise buildings and green belts appear to be perfectly symmetrical.

All those buildings that are asymmetrical or incompatible with their surroundings will, without exception, be labeled for demolition by the municipal reconstruction department, and even temples are not spared.

Although many churches in the temple area strongly protested against this.

However, after seeing the renovation design drawings given by the government and the magnificent, huge and spectacular paintings of the rebuilt new temple, they all said that it was not beyond negotiation.

As for the value of historical relics that need to be considered in the process of modern urban reconstruction, Zuo Si from the lawful evil camp doesn't care that much.

What he wants is to leave a deep mark of his own on the world.

It would be best if all the history left by those previous countries and city-states disappeared from the empire.

Not to mention cities like Ascaltra that originally lacked history, even Calimport in the south, which has thousands of years of history, was not spared, and many ancient buildings were demolished.

It can even be said that the prosperity of Askatra and the entire Amn is the most direct manifestation of the terror execution power of the centralized empire.

As long as the emperor, as the supreme ruler, gives an order, there is nothing that cannot be done.

Looking at this strange city that was completely different from before, Sancho felt completely stupid and complained in a very low voice: "I have to admit, you are really a lunatic, my dear. teacher.

To tear down a city like Ascatra and rebuild it in a matter of months…

You are the only one who can do this in the entire Faerûn continent. "

Jaheira, who was standing aside, obviously heard the boy's muttering and sighed slightly: "It's more than crazy!

It also requires unparalleled talent, dominance and vast wealth.

From a druid's perspective though, all cities are ugly scars left on the body of Mother Nature.

But I think this scar is obviously larger and more majestic.

Let's go, let's enter the city quickly before it gets dark.

The situation in Aberdare in particular must be resolved immediately.

Otherwise, once he suddenly turns into a killer again, every one of us will be in danger. "

"Agreed! Last time he suddenly transformed during a break and almost broke my neck."

While saying this, Imon had a frightened expression on her face and touched the huge blue-purple handprint on her fair neck.

If she hadn't awakened the power of the Son of Baal earlier than in the original plot, Bao Qi would have been strangled to death.

Seeing the reaction of his childhood playmate, Aberdare quickly explained with a wry smile: "I'm very sorry, I don't know what happened to me.

Ever since that damn mage completed a certain magical ritual, I felt something was wrong with my physical and mental state.

Maybe he stole something from my body that was undetectable.

Anyway, I can't use those awakened magics now. "

"Don't worry, I'm not blaming you, I just don't want you to become a monster. But Soth will definitely have a solution. After all, he is now the great emperor of the West Coast Empire."

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere between them, Aimeng made a playful joke.

"Emperor of the Empire..."

Jaheira repeated the name in a voice that only she could hear, with very complicated emotions in her eyes.

As the first person present to know Zuo Si, she would never forget what happened to him on the night he became the chosen one of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease.

Not to mention that Zuo Si showed a frightening camp tendency at that time.

After so many years, as the other party's fame, social status and power became more and more terrifying, Jaheira felt that she might not have any communication with him in this life.

But who could have imagined that with the death of his old friend Gloria, everything would take a turn for the worse.

I thought that after ending Sarevok's ambition, the situation would slowly calm down.

But not long after, Khalid and Danai also died unexpectedly.

The Sons of Baal seem to be a terrible curse, and any mortal involved in it is destined to die a bad death.

The most important thing is that Jaheira always has a feeling that Zuo Si seems to know a lot of secrets, and maybe he is one of the driving forces behind the whole incident.

She wanted to clear up all the doubts accumulated in her stomach through this meeting.

In this way, the adventure team quickly passed the interrogation of the guards and entered the interior of the city with intricate roads.

Although at first, Sancho wanted to go straight to Zuo Si's mage tower.

But after wandering around the streets and alleys for two times, he suddenly found to his disbelief that he was lost...

After all, after this boy was brought to Ascatla, he had been living in the Mage Tower most of the time and seldom went out. He could only roughly remember a few landmarks around the Mage Tower.

As a result, the entire city is being expanded and renovated, and the landmark buildings have long been changed beyond recognition.

And with the repeal of the "Prohibition on Magic", many arcane spellcasters, including masked mages, have built mage towers of similar heights in the city.

Coupled with the fact that the sky had completely darkened, Sancho didn't even know where he was now.

Since the mage tower is blessed with many protective spells, it is definitely impossible to use prophecy magic to locate or track someone.

If you use [Messaging Technique], you won't get a response at all. Most of the time, it is because you have been interfered with or the target is not within the range of the spell at all.

As for asking passers-by, they didn't know anything.

After all, urban expansion brings a large number of new immigrants.

At best, they only know the situation around where they live and work.

In the end, the group of people had no choice but to find a cheap hotel and check in first, planning to wait until tomorrow morning to figure out a solution.

But the price is that the already very dry wallet has reached the bottom with two guest rooms and a fairly sumptuous meal.

Listening to the sound of the last few coins clinking in his pocket, Imoen took a vicious bite of the cheapest roast chicken in the store and said without raising his head: "Guys! I must remind you one thing, that is, if If we can’t see Soth as soon as possible, or find some work to make money, then we will be living on the streets and become beggars in a few days.”

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to find the location of the Mage Tower after dawn."

Sancho vowed to give the guarantee.

But the problem was that after being lost for more than two hours, several other members of the team no longer believed in him.

Minsk, who has a straightforward personality, rolled his eyes angrily, touched the hamster on his shoulder that was eating peanuts and said, "You just led us walking on the street for so long, Bubu has lost confidence in you. I think it’s better for us to find a job as soon as possible.”

Aberdare nodded with deep understanding: "Agree! Ascatra is so prosperous, there must be many places that need adventurers. With our skills, it shouldn't be a problem to earn a few hundred gold coins first."

But Jaheira couldn’t help but remind: “Don’t forget your own situation.

It’s not about making money or living on the streets, it’s about your severely unstable mental state.

Imagine if you accidentally turned into a killer in a densely populated city, how many innocent people would be injured and killed?

According to the laws of Amn, you will definitely be sentenced to death after killing so many people.

So first find Soth and ask him to help solve this hidden danger. "

"Then what do you want to do?"

Aberdare wiped the grease from his mouth and sighed helplessly.

As a victim, how could he not know how dangerous his condition was.

Especially after falling asleep at night, I often have strange, eerie dreams.

Sometimes he would meet Sarevok who was killed by himself in his dreams, sometimes he would dream of his adoptive father Gillian, and sometimes he would dream of his father, Baal, the God of Murder.

Whenever these familiar or unfamiliar people appear, Aberdare will be unable to suppress the killing impulse in his heart, and instantly transform into a killer and rush forward to tear the opponent into pieces.

And when he wakes up suddenly, he will occasionally see that half of his body has taken on the appearance of a killer.

In this state, he even developed sleep anxiety. He was often so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and only squinted for a while. Only by killing enemies and monsters could he get proper relief.

This is why he is eager to find some work.

"We can ask the guards. Even if they don't know, we can ask about the locations of the city hall and the court, and then ask the officials and judges..."

Before Jaheira could finish her words, there was a sudden commotion outside the hotel.

Before the members of the adventure team could react to what was happening, they saw the guests who were still eating and drinking just a second ago. They rushed out and followed the flow of people on the street to a huge circular building not far away. architecture.

Driven by curiosity, Imon couldn't help but ask the boss who was lying on the bar: "What are they going to do?"

"Is this your first time in Ascatla in the past few months?"

The dwarf boss grinned slightly excitedly.

"Yes, it is indeed our first time here in recent months."

Imoen answered in the affirmative without thinking.

Desperate to figure out the situation, she stood up and sat down on the empty bar to face him.

The dwarf boss wiped the table and explained calmly: "Did you see that ring building?

It's called the Colosseum, and there are three of them in the city.

Every once in a while, there will be people fighting and dueling inside.

Among them are those between people and between people and monsters.

The winner will not only get a large bounty, but also gain great fame and be favored by wealthy people.

The last gladiatorial champion became the guest of the charming Mrs. Lesswin, and it is said that she maintained a lover relationship with her for a long time.

Those guys outside just wanted to watch tonight's game, that's why they became so active.

If I didn't want to visit the store, I would buy a ticket.

What's more, you can bet on your favorite players during the game, which is the most exciting and fascinating entertainment in Ascatla.

It is said that the rules of this game were passed down from Ximen, and many rich and powerful people along the coast of Falling Star Sea like to watch it. "

"You mean...slave wrestling?"

As a harpist, Jaheira subconsciously frowned.

The dwarf boss immediately shook his head and corrected: "No, not slaves, all gladiators participate voluntarily.

They have their own exclusive agent.

Some of the most famous ones can even get paid thousands of gold coins for a fight, allowing them to enjoy the pleasures and pleasures.

Although some Good God Church and the Druids want to boycott this bloody and cruel game, there are obviously more gods who are willing to support it.

Including Tempus, the god of war, Mara, the beast god, Bane, the god of tyranny, Woking, the goddess of wealth, Talos, the storm god, and so on.

Occasionally, you can see exciting magic battles between mages and warlocks.

Believe me, any player who steps into a big arena to compete knows exactly what they are going to face.

It is said that some people even saw Tempus in the VIP seats who came to appreciate the brave fighting performance of the participants.

So strictly speaking, this is an event similar to a celebration.

It's just that it's a little bit more bloody and cruel.

In addition, if you perform well enough, even if you are defeated and die, the priest of the God of War Church will resurrect you afterwards. "

"Sounds like a good place."

Aberdare's eyes shone slightly, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his pupils shining with warlike and bloodthirsty light.

Minsk, a warrior born from Seleiman, also nodded and agreed: "You are right.

There is nothing shameful in a fair fight involving one's own life as a bet.

If given the chance, the great Minsk and Bubu would sign up and prove themselves in battle. "

After hearing the speeches of the two reckless men in the team, Jaheira immediately covered her face and felt tired.

Although she is also a warrior, she does not agree with Tempus, the God of War. She always feels that these guys who pursue the honor of battle are just mentally ill.

Just when a few people were discussing with the dwarf boss how exciting the game would be, Sancho suddenly stood up from the stool: "Damn! I almost forgot!

Atona would definitely not be able to resist participating in something like this!

As long as we can find her, we can directly enter the mentor's mage tower. "

"You mean we should go in and try our luck? So what are you waiting for? Go buy tickets quickly."

Aberdare obviously became interested. He raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass in one breath and stood up slowly.

Looking at his terrifying height of more than two meters and one, and the strong muscles formed by long-term exercise, the dwarf boss took a breath and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! You are so tall!"

Maybe instead of buying a ticket, you can sign up for tonight's game.

I think the organizers will be very happy to see a tall warrior like you appear in the arena.

"Oh, really?"

When Edmonton heard that there was no need to spend money, his eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, you can try it. But remember, this kind of competition has a high casualty rate, so if you are not confident in your skills, it is better to give up as soon as possible.

After saying this, the dwarf boss ignored the people and began to clear up the leftovers on the table with his employees.

After a brief discussion, the team members finally obeyed the majority and decided to go to the arena to find out.

Relying on Aberdare's reputation in the Sword Coast and his status as the son of Baal, he easily gained recognition from the organizers.

The other party even promised to provide a good playing sequence for a period of time.

As long as you can keep winning, you can get a bounty of eight thousand gold coins.

As for other people in the team, not only can they get free tickets, but they can even sit in the front row with relatives.

Just like that, Aberdare took off his cheap chainmail and followed the staff backstage naked.

Others walked into the arena through another passage.

As soon as they walked out of the dark tunnel, they immediately heard a roar of cheers.

In the center of the huge competition venue, a man wearing only simple armor and showing off a large number of strong muscles was leaping high with the help of the wall, waving his dagger in a posture full of power and beauty, and directly inserted into a The troll's left rib was pulled open with the help of gravity acceleration, creating a wound that was deep enough to show the bone.

puff!

Dazzling plasma splashed everywhere on the spot!

The injured troll was obviously irritated. He let out a mind-numbing roar and turned around to grab the man's ankle.

You don't need to ask to know that once the latter is caught, there is a high probability that it will be torn into pieces by the troll and eaten alive.

After all, there are many players eaten by monsters in this large arena.

But at this critical moment, the soldier relied on his strong waist and shoulder strength to make a 360-degree rotation out of thin air without any external force.

Not only did he not let the troll grab his ankle, but he also cut off several of the enemy's fingers with his backhand.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

The severe pain caused the troll to let out a heart-rending scream, which also made the audience in the stands roar with joy, completely igniting their desire for violence and blood in their hearts.

At this moment, Zuo Si, the instigator, was standing in the corner of the VIP seat, admiring the bloody match he had created with great interest. He asked with a smile without looking back, "How are you two? Are you satisfied with this kind of match?" ?"

"Of course I'm satisfied!

Couldn't be more satisfied!

This is simply the training ground that all warriors dream of, and it is the perfect stage for them to pursue their own glory, strength and reputation.

If possible, I would like my church to host these games. "

There was undisguised joy in Tempus' voice.

How could he not like something like this that could promote his ideas to all mortals.

Especially the bravery, strength and perseverance displayed by the warriors who collided and fought with each other made every pore in the god's body become extremely excited.

But Wojin, the goddess of wealth next to her, couldn't help but interrupt: "No, great God of War, I think it's better to leave this kind of matter to my church.

Because this kind of competition can only attract more and stronger fighters to participate if it continues to make profits and offer higher bounties.

In the same way, only if the participating fighters are strong enough, the audience will not get bored of it.

So the effect of my church taking over will be better. "

Obviously, although the God of War and the Goddess of Wealth are both beneficiaries of gladiatorial games, their focus and interests are completely different.

What Tempus values ​​is the spread of fighting spirit among mortals, while what Waking values ​​is the huge economic benefits brought by its tickets, advertisements and bets.

Especially with the official endorsement of the West Coast Empire, this kind of competition is bound to become popular in the western part of Faerûn and even have a certain impact on neighboring countries.

It doesn’t take much, as long as these spectators pray to the two gods while watching the game, both of them can gain huge faith power from it.

“As for who will take over the competition, I think it should be done by professional people.

The Church of the Goddess of Wealth can take over daily operations, while the Church of the God of War can be responsible for selecting contestants, providing them with more professional training, etc.

In short, I hope that the two of you can put aside unnecessary prejudices and work together.

After all, you now share common interests.

And they are all destined to be members of the powerful divine power. Even the doctrines have no obvious conflict, right? "

Zuo Si put forward his suggestions to the incarnations of the two gods with a smile.

There is no doubt that he hopes to form an alliance between Tempus and Woking in this way, and then build an interest group around himself composed of powerful and medium divine powers.

Especially the goddess of wealth has tasted unprecedented benefits from this cooperation.

Not to mention the cooperation in the ninth level of hell, just relying on the influence brought by the expansion of the Trade Alliance allowed her to stabilize at the level of medium divine power and steadily move towards powerful divine power.

Nowadays, the activities of the Goddess of Wealth Church can be seen everywhere on the entire west coast, including the Northland, and almost half of the Starfall Sea.

Because with the rapid development of commerce, trade, manufacturing, and agriculture, it is inevitable and normal for people to greatly increase their desire for wealth and material things.

And this means that Waking's influence will continue to increase as the economy prospers.

All the gods knew that it was almost certain that she would become a powerful god.

In addition, after its camp was transformed from the original absolute neutrality to lawful evil, the number of believers has also doubled, and it seems that it is about to take off.

Tempus glanced at the goddess of wealth beside him, touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly: "What you said makes sense. Then let our churches each be responsible for part of it."

Zuo Si put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for your understanding. As I have repeatedly emphasized before, under the current situation, as long as we continue to cooperate in depth, I guarantee that all those who are willing to join this alliance will God gets what they want."

"What if some gods don't want to cooperate with you?" Tempus asked with a half-smile.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "I think the fate of the Prince of Lies and the extinction of the Oak Father's faith in the empire are enough to prove my attitude."

Hearing this, Tempus couldn't help bursting into laughter immediately: "Hahahaha! What a great answer! It also suits my taste!

No doubt there is some warlike and fighting blood coursing through your veins.

If you hadn't chosen to take the path of magic, I think you would have become the most feared warrior.

But I don't quite understand why you are so hostile to the Oak Father?

As far as I know, he and the Druids under his command have never provoked you, right? "

“No, this has nothing to do with provoking, I just simply hate his theory of natural balance.

In my opinion, the so-called protection of nature and animals is nothing more than some cheap self-impression.

It's just as disgusting as those who like cats and dogs and keep saying that they are man's best friends, but they hope that these so-called friends will obey them 100% and give them the emotional feedback they need at any time.

Isn't the principle of getting along between friends mutual respect?

But the question is, would anyone really respect a cat or dog?

Not to mention the artificial breeding and screening of dogs and cats for extremely selfish reasons, just to get the appearance and personality they expect and like.

I have always believed that nature does not need protection at all, especially animals.

Species in this world go extinct every once in a while, but new species are also born.

Even if the existing food chain is destroyed, a new food chain will soon be born through dynamic adjustment.

Given enough time, climate change can turn deserts into rainforests and rainforests into deserts.

Therefore, many times, protecting nature and animals is just a way for intelligent creatures to protect themselves out of fear of destruction of their living environment.

What’s even more ridiculous is that those extreme Druid sects clearly claim that survival of the fittest is the law of nature, but they contradict themselves by interfering with this law and protecting those so-called endangered rare species.

If they really follow the strategy of survival of the fittest, then they should remain indifferent and watch all the animals and plants that cannot adapt to the new environment perish.

Most importantly, there is a huge opposition between the ideas of the Oak Father and the rise of civilization itself.

This opposition is irreconcilable, so he is destined to be my enemy. "

Zuo Si made no excuses and stated his views straightforwardly.

Because this opposition is not only about interests, but also a conflict of ideas at the root. There is no need to cover it up at all, and there is no way to cover it up.

"So your plan is to attack those gods whose ideas conflict with yours and to win over gods like me who can find common interests?

I have to say, you are definitely the most sane lunatic I have ever seen.

Reason is because you always know who your enemy is;

Madman refers to your behavior that dares to directly declare war on a powerful divine power.

But as the Lord of War, I have no reason not to support messengers like you who bring war and killing wherever they go. "

After saying that, Tempus raised the wine glass in his hand to signal, then raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

There is no doubt that this is a very obvious statement, marking another powerful divine ally around Zuo Si.

Wojin, the goddess of wealth, was even more radiant and smoothed her long golden hair.

Just when she was about to stand up and want to say something, the commentator outside started shouting emotionally loudly through the magic loudspeaker device.

"Ladies!

Gentlemen!

Guests from far and wide!

Now please let us welcome new challengers!

Heroes from Candlekeep and Baldur's Gate, children of Baal!

His name is Aberdare Ardris!

Now cheer as much as you like!

The descendants of the God of Murder will give us the most exciting, bloody and violent show tonight! "

moment!

In the entire VIP room, whether it was Zuo Si, Wo Jin, or Tempus who was enjoying a glass of wine, they all turned their attention to the large arena below.

In the blink of an eye, Aberdare, who was naked and without any armor, walked out of the dark passage carrying a two-handed sword.

His opponent was the champion of the last competition, a war troll from Dragonlance Castle with a total professional level of up to LV15.

With Aberdare's current level of fighters, it is almost impossible to defeat such an opponent just by looking at paper data.