A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

As one of the most powerful gods in the good camp of Faerûn, the Lord of the Morning's beliefs in the mortal world can be said to be quite complicated.

In particular, there are a large number of heretical sects, covering almost all camps from order to chaos, from good to evil.

There are two most famous heretical sects.

One of them is the "Rising Sun Sect", also known as the "Rising Sun Heresy", which believes that Lathander is the ancient sun god Amaunata, and there is no essential difference between the two.

Although the doctrine is slightly different from the mainstream, it is still essentially a lawful and slightly good camp.

But another sect known as the "Three-sided Sun" is even more outrageous.

Because this is a typical cult, advocating that Lathander, Amaunator and Cyric are the trinity of sun gods, representing the supreme true god that transcends other gods.

Among them, Lathander represents the sunrise, birth, hope and goodness, while Amaunata represents the sun, prosperity, neutrality and order, and finally Cyric represents sunset, death, chaos and evil.

As for why a strange sect like the "Three-Faced Sun" was born, it is actually closely related to a series of confusing behaviors of the Lord of the Dawn since its birth.

He is even called the "Great Evil God" by some people.

Specifically, it includes pursuing Taiji, the goddess of fate, leading to her death, and then splitting into Taimora, the goddess of luck, and Benbasha, the goddess of misfortune;

Forcefully pursue the first Swan Daughter (a secret organization of women sworn to protect wilderness areas from evil, characterized by the ability to change into a swan form), forcing the opponent to escape into the sky and become the constellation Cygnus;

Before the bones of the old love were still cold, he immediately began to pursue Shantia, the mother of the earth;

The attempt to reunite Tymora and Benshaba into the goddess of destiny almost led to their death and the premature resurrection of Bane, the god of tyranny;

Completely disregarding the powerful divine power, he descended the fighting avatar and hammered the mortal founder of the Dragon Cult, Sammaster, to death, and was also injured and bleeding in the process;

The attempt to establish a pantheon dominated by itself led to the outbreak of the terrible Dawn Catastrophe, with direct and collateral impacts including the demise of two empires and a pantheon, as well as the fall of Myth Drannor.

So in the eyes of some people, Lathander actually contains the dual sides of good and evil, hope and destruction.

Coupled with a number of lunatics who were influenced by the Cyric Sutra, this eventually led to the birth of the "Three-Faced Sun" heretical sect.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that some hostile gods may be working secretly.

It's like the "Dark Moon Heresy" sect that believes that Shar and Selun are the same god. In fact, it was secretly funded by Shar and established as a means to corrupt the church of the good sister Selun.

But after Su Lun came to his senses later, he quickly reversed the operation and used the sect as a window to plant spies within the Shar Church.

Eventually the entire Dark Moon Cult became a battlefield where the two goddesses and their followers competed against each other.

However, as the Church of the Lord of the Dawn released the heresy that had been imprisoned for a long time, many preaching priests emerged in various towns and villages on the west coast of Faerûn, including Askatra.

They use a unique magical technique called [Rising Sun Technique] to create balls of light as dazzling as the sun out of thin air in underground caves and at night.

This spell can not only abolish the night vision ability of many monsters, but also damage undead creatures, mushrooms, and destroy fungi like real sunlight.

In the face of such a powerful supernatural force, even the people on earth living in the era of the information explosion would find it difficult to maintain reason and sobriety, let alone the civilians on the continent of Faerûn who want knowledge but not knowledge and experience.

As a result, a large number of devout believers who originally worshiped Lathander quickly began to believe that the Lord of the Dawn was the ancient sun god Amaunator.

After all, it is absolutely impossible to grant this kind of magic to priests on a large scale without the Sun Priesthood or Sun Domain.

Even believers of many other gods feel that the doctrines preached by this heretical sect seem to make sense.

As we all know, the spiritual power of mortals in the material world will form a specific power projection on the outer plane.

Therefore, Lathander began to gradually complete his sun priesthood with the rise of this heretical sect.

Even in some areas, heretical sects have completely absorbed and replaced the original mainstream sects, simply changing the name of Lathander to Amaunata, and requiring believers to pray in the name of Amaunata. pray.

I have to say that this is totally a death act.

After all, although the ancient sun god Amaunata has been lying dead in the star world for many years, he has not completely cooled down yet.

At least now that this name is mentioned, many people still know his deeds, as well as the ideas and teachings he promoted when he was active.

For a god, as long as he is not completely forgotten, he will not really die.

Therefore, what the Rising Sun Heresy did was equivalent to re-gathering faith in the dead ancient sun god.

It's just that before the latter is fully resurrected, Lathander can draw power in the name of the other party.

This operation is a bit like a race against time.

If he could obtain the complete Sun Priesthood before Amaunata was resurrected, he would have made a lot of money.

But if Amaunata is resurrected in the middle of the process, the Lord of the Dawn will be faced with a very difficult situation.

But this is obviously nothing to him.

Anyway, this is not the first time for a similar failure.

In terms of impulsiveness and recklessness, the only one who can rival Lathander is Cyric.

No wonder the Three-Faced Sun Sect believes that these two are the two sides of good and evil.

When Zuo Si finished what he was doing and returned to Faerun to hear that the Rising Sun Heresy was replacing the original Orthodox Church as the actual controller of the entire Faerun continent, he was stunned on the spot for several seconds without thinking about it. Come.

He was completely shocked by this series of saucy operations, and even couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of you, Lord of the Dawn, you even dare to play this kind of gambling, I really don't know how to write the word death."

"Master, don't you plan to intervene and just let these heretical sects do whatever they want? You must know that their main scope of activities is within the borders of the West Coast Empire."

Davian warned carefully.

Because in the continent of Faerûn, there is no small matter when it comes to religion and belief.

The rise and decline of any powerful god is often accompanied by the destruction of one or several countries, as well as large-scale war, destruction and population death.

Especially for mortal believers who fall into madness, it will be absolutely disastrous once they are incited by someone with ulterior motives.

After all, those false religions on earth that have no real support from gods behind them can make people extremely crazy, not to mention the churches in this world that have gods support and can also grant real magic.

The massive invasion of Zhentil Keep by Cyric's followers that happened not long ago is the best example.

Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Why should I interfere?

Now that the game has begun, let us enjoy the performance of the great Lord of the Morning.

Believe me, this process will be very exciting.

And the ending will be far beyond everyone's expectations. "

"You...seem to be a little gloating?"

Davian obviously noticed something.

There was no way, he knew too well that his master would often turn into a "fun person" when his own interests were not involved.

"Oh? Is it that obvious?"

Zuo Si subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and found that it was not raised very much.

Davian couldn't help but smile and replied: "Every time you prepare to see the other person's misfortune, your voice will involuntarily raise a little bit. Although it is very slight, I can still hear it."

"Okay, I admit that I am just gloating. Because this incident is really, really interesting, and fully reflects the most essential part of Lathander as a god." Zuo Si explained with a playful look.

"The essence of being a god?"

Davian looked very confused.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. What do you think is the greatest characteristic of the Lord of the Dawn as a god?"

"Does it represent new life and hope like the rising sun?"

There was strong uncertainty in Davian's voice.

Because Lathander is too complicated as a god, people's evaluation of him is even more polarized.

"No, what you are talking about is just clergy, doctrines and tendencies. They are not the biggest characteristics, nor are they the essence of being a god. The real answer is that good intentions do not necessarily lead to good results. It may also be a disaster."

Zuo Si expressed his evaluation of the Lord of the Dawn very simply.

From the moment of his birth, this god has been trying his best to help those suffering mortals, eager to give them hope and happiness. He himself is also a representative of the pursuit of happiness. There is a long list on the list. The new and old loves we have pursued are the best proof.

But the problem is that almost none of his plans have been successful, and they are all examples of good intentions leading to bad things.

And every time, the damage caused is more serious than the conspiracy of most evil gods.

That's why many people who don't like Lathander often sarcastically say in a half-joking tone that in fact, those evil gods don't need to bother so much. As long as they try their best to help the Lord of the Dawn realize those so-called "great plans", then Naturally, they can get results far beyond their expectations.

"You mean...the Lord of the Dawn who wants to use these rising sun heretics to obtain the priesthood of the sun will eventually fail miserably?"

The dazzling light of the sun flashed out of Davian's pupils, and he obviously heard the subtext.

"That's right.

God is pure and stubborn.

This determines that each of them is stubborn, unable to admit their mistakes, learn from their failures, and make even the slightest change.

Therefore, no matter what the Lord of the Morning does, he will continue to repeat the failures of the past.

What's more, it's such a radical and impetuous adventure. "

After saying that, Zuo Si pretended that he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

In his eyes, this powerful god from the good camp is like a reckless, radical teenager who never considers the consequences of doing things. He is neither his enemy nor can he ever become an ally.

As for whether the Rising Sun Heresy would eventually resurrect the ancient sun god who had been lying dead for many years, it had nothing to do with him. Anyway, it was Lathander's own faith that was torn apart.

Moreover, the clergy possessed by Amaunata include bureaucracy, contract, law, order, sun, and dominion. It is perfectly in line with the current situation of the West Coast Empire, and is naturally a potentially powerful ally.

"Okay, then I will inform the cabinet not to take any actions of the Lord of the Dawn Church and let them do whatever they want.

In addition to this matter, there is another thing that I think you will be very interested in, and that is the revenge of Watkin, the goddess of wealth.

In fact, during your absence, Graz'zt's army was almost on the verge of collapse under the siege of Orcus and Demogorgon.

In other words, it won't be long before the Dark Lord will appear on the ninth level of Baator Hell. "

After the heretical sect in Lathander, Davian released the second bombshell news.

As a powerful god-like power with the ability to teleport across planes, his current scope of activities and responsibilities are no longer limited to the continent of Faerûn. Instead, like the God of Nature, he has begun to frequently travel to and from the outer and inner planes. .

"Really, it seems that our dear Liuzhi is about to face the darkest moment of his life. Has everything been arranged in hell? No matter what, we must make our guests feel at home."

When saying these words, Zuo Si did not hide his naked malice towards Graz'zt.

Davian undoubtedly knew what this so-called "arrangement" was referring to, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he responded in a low voice: "The Succubus Queen Mercanthet has arranged everything.

It is said that the revenue from pre-sale tickets alone is as high as tens of millions of gold coins.

Many powerful witches from other material worlds are willing to pay high prices to obtain the essence of this demon lord in order to conceive.

Of course, there are also some male mages who plan to impregnate Grazt and give birth to children with their own blood.

In addition, some female archdevils and old hags who have a strong demand in this area also expressed their desire to taste the taste of the most handsome devil..."

"Hahahaha! It sounds good. I believe Lord Wu An will jump with joy when he learns that he will soon have countless new lovers and countless heirs."

Zuo Si instantly burst into wild laughter.

Because he knew that although Grazte was lustful in his daily life, and almost no distinction was made between men and women, it was one thing to take the initiative, and it was another thing to be raped by others.

Especially when it comes to this kind of special slave with strong humiliation, any abyss lord with a little bit of dignity will not be able to bear it.

"I don't know if Lord Wu An will jump up with joy. Anyway, you are equivalent to getting a hen that lays golden eggs. It won't take long before he can make you a lot of money."

Davian couldn't help but complained again.

Without him, this business operation model is so crazy that even he, as an enemy, can't stand it anymore. It is clear that he must first let Grazte experience the dual torture of both physical and mental torture, and then Use any means necessary to drain him of his last remaining value.

"Isn't this better? Although wealth has long been meaningless to me, who would think that they have too much money?"

After that, Zuo Si opened the box he was carrying, waved his fingers and threw the snacks, drinks and other things he brought back from Magic Earth into the storage room.

After he was done, he sat down on the sofa, opened a can of carbonated drink and handed it to his entourage.

Davian was not polite, he took it, raised his head and drank it all in just a few seconds. Then he directly used his ability to heat and melt the can into a liquid state, then cooled it down and turned it into a smooth aluminum ball and threw it to the man not far away. The cat looked this way with two big eyes.

The latter's attention was immediately attracted to the metal ball, and he began to play with the rolling gadget.

Because the scale of the mage tower and the underground part was too huge, Zuo Si raised a lot of cats to prevent the proliferation of rats before mastering the secret of the magic mystery.

Now that pests such as cockroaches and mice have been expelled, these cats are naturally all unemployed. They wander around with nothing to do every day. They only gather at designated feeding points when they are hungry and want to eat.

If you walk around the Mage Tower, you can basically see them every ten or twenty meters.

Many of the magic bats responsible for cleaning have begun to complain that these cats poop, pee, and fight everywhere, and it takes a lot of time just to clean the cat fur.

But Zuo Si didn't take it seriously. Instead, he felt that some small animals could increase the vitality in the mage tower.

What's more, he had already neutered all the cats when he introduced them, so he didn't have to worry about the number continuing to increase.

After the first batch of cats die of old age in another ten or eight years, the number will naturally plummet, until finally all the dead cats disappear from the mage tower.

Watching the kitten having a great time chasing the metal ball, Zuo Si said to his entourage without raising his head: "Davian, from now on I will speed up the speed of energy acquisition to prepare for the upcoming War of Sparks. Continue. Whether it's me or you coming down, I'm afraid we'll both be very busy."

"Understood. No matter what your instructions are, I will do my best to handle them."

The Sun Knight put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, giving people a very solid and reliable feeling as always.

"I need you to go to the Mechanical Realm."

Zuo Si said in an unhurried tone.

"Mechanical realm?"

Davian was stunned for a moment.

Because he really couldn't figure out why his master was suddenly interested in this outer plane of absolute order.

Zuo Si nodded seriously: "Yes, it is the Mechanical Realm. I am very interested in the construct manufacturing technology and fully automated factories there, especially the central energy pool of Regulus, and the continuous flow of products born from it. Modrons.”

"But Master, I know nothing about this knowledge."

A trace of helplessness appeared on Davian's face.

He is not afraid of danger, battle or even death, but he really has no confidence in this kind of "technical work".

"You don't need to know anything, you just need to observe with your eyes, and I will take care of the rest."

Zuo Si gave his followers a reassurance.

There is only one reason why he chose Davian, and that is that his camp is lawful neutral, and he is the only follower among all the followers that conforms to the tendency of the machine plane.

The others were basically either chaotic or neutral. They were afraid that they would have to fight with the aborigines who were rigid and did not know how to adapt.

Irenikas became lawful after being transformed into a devil, but the problem was that he was still performing other tasks.

As for the Godly Attendant of Nature, Zuo Si hoped that she would stay in Faerûn just in case.

After all, according to the next plan, he may have to leave for a relatively long period of time.

"That way it'll be fine."

Once he heard that he was just running an errand, Davian instantly relaxed a lot and agreed without hesitation.

Just when he was about to ask for specific details, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

boom! boom! boom!

Then Sancho's voice came through the crack in the door.

"Teacher, are you there?"

"I'm here, come in."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and smiled playfully.

He obviously knew very well why the chief disciple wanted to see him so urgently.

There is only one answer, and that is to get the spark of the planeswalker.

For this, the boy even gave up all his divine power and divinity, and even the precious opportunity to become the new God of Murder.

After receiving the permission, Sancho immediately opened the door and walked in from the outside. His eyes showed excitement and excitement that could not be concealed. He bowed deeply while forcing himself to be calm, and said in a decisive tone: "Teacher, I am ready. alright."

"Are you sure? You must know that from the moment you accept the spark, you will begin to fulfill your contract with me."

Zuo Si deliberately whetted the boy's appetite.

"I'm pretty sure."

Sancho nodded vigorously to express his determination.

"In that case, I will give you a planeswalker's spark."

With that said, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a spark stored in his body, like a light group emitting a faint white light.

moment!

An indescribable attraction swept through Sancho's brain, causing him to involuntarily reach out to touch the sparks and feel the incredible power within them.

But just when he was about to touch it, he suddenly heard the warning from his mentor: "If I were you, I would not touch a spark that does not belong to me rashly. Because of the damage caused when it gets out of control. Powerful enough to tear your body and soul apart."

"Hug...I'm sorry, it's so beautiful, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

Sancho immediately broke out in a cold sweat, quickly retracted his hand and apologized profusely.

As a mage, he obviously knows the huge risks that may come from touching unknown things before understanding the situation, and he was even beaten and punished for it when he was still an apprentice.

"Forget it. Now I'm going to insert the spark into your body and soul. This process may be a little painful, so try to endure it."

After saying that, Zuo Si stood up from the sofa, directly held the spark in his palm, and forced the entire spark into his apprentice's body with a lightning-fast bang.

Sancho didn't even realize what happened. He immediately felt the huge pain as if his soul was being torn apart.

He opened his mouth to scream, but found that he had lost the ability to speak, and his body began to twitch wildly.

The most important thing is that my head seems to have been hit hard, and now it has become completely blank and I have completely lost the ability to think.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours or even a few days...

In short, when the boy gradually regained control of his body and his mind gradually became clearer and clearer, he found to his disbelief that he was completely floating in mid-air, and his chest was constantly flashing with the light from the previous spark.

As a subconscious first reaction, he immediately began to try to mobilize the magical power in his body, and found that all the magical energy had been gathered into the flashing light ball on his chest.

Now as long as I have a thought, I can immediately break the distance in space and travel to any corner of the entire multiverse at will.

What an amazing ability!

It turns out this is the planeswalker!

Sancho fell into uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy.

He gave up the opportunity to become a god, just to become a planeswalker like his mentor.

"How do you feel now?"

Zuo Si asked with a smile, looking at the eldest disciple whose hands were shaking slightly.

"It feels great! Giving up on becoming a god is indeed the most correct choice in my life!"

Sancho responded with almost no hesitation.

In just a few seconds, he successfully controlled the sparks from floating to the ground.

Although he has lost his divinity and divine power, the knowledge and spellcasting level gained during his time as a son of Baal will not disappear.

Zuo Si nodded happily: "Yes, you are very talented and should be able to go very far on the path of planeswalker.

Remember, you only have three months to prepare.

Three months later, I immediately left for the plane of Ravnica to serve as my eyes, monitoring every move of the Guildpact.

If conditions permit, you can try to get in touch with Niv-Mizzet.

But there is one thing, that is, do not expose your relationship with me under any circumstances. If necessary, you can even become my enemy on the surface.

Here, these are the coordinates of Ravnica's space-time. "

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Sancho bowed respectfully, and then left without looking back.

He can't wait to try out the various abilities brought by Spark and make his first land card.

Because only when the land card is in effect, the powerful magical power he gained in this world will not disappear due to changes in the environment.

Just when Zuo Si returned to Faerun to start an orderly layout, he was far away near the Karos Cave in Dominaria's time and space.

The blue demon judge Jinji Tasha has quietly arrived with his own progress engine faction, and set up camp to start digging and exploring.

Although he lost all his flesh and blood by using the time and space bridge and is now in an extremely weak state, his spirit is extremely high.

Moreover, the New Phyrexia creations brought over to be responsible for the excavation work have basically been specially modified, with the flesh and blood removed to the greatest extent, and the mechanical structure greatly strengthened, so the impact was not too great.

After simply catching some prey and replenishing the food, we started to work.

Once they dig up something that looks like a man-made object, those small mechanical structures will pick it out and hand it over to Jinji Towers for inspection.

If it is useful, he will save it and send it back to his laboratory through the time and space bridge.

If it is of no use, just throw it away in the trash pile aside.

Occasionally, you will find books with jewels on their spines.

Of course, for these books that have existed for thousands of years, the Blue Demon Judge will never allow any of his subordinates to touch them easily.

Because if magic is not used to reinforce it, even the slightest vibration will cause it to instantly turn into dust, and the precious knowledge inside will never see the light of day.

Under this efficient operation, the technology and knowledge contained in the relics of the Thran Empire were quickly absorbed by Jinji Towers, and then applied to the creations of New Phyrexia.

It is estimated that it won't be long before the blue faction he rules will undergo an unprecedented comprehensive upgrade.

With the endless numerical advantage of New Phyrexia, even extremely complex terrain such as the Koros Cave was quickly explored.

In the end, Jinji Tasha found clues related to the co-sign in a place that looked like a workshop.

This is a workshop for crafting artifacts.

The inner walls of the cave are covered in a layer of opal with iridescent spots on the surface, causing the surrounding area to shimmer with amber.

Through simple geological identification, it can be judged that the time it existed was exactly the last time before the collapse of the Thran Empire.

Because at that time, magic theory and practice were not popular, but the technology based on the magic stone firmly occupied the dominant position.

In the dim light one can see in the room an intricate maze of glass tubes, beakers of various sizes, a defunct stove, the remnants of powdered ancient compounds, wire cutters and clay rollers, buckets coated with dry glazes, gears.

There was even a small ventilated furnace, with a pair of pokers casually placed beside it, as if its blacksmith had been disturbed and left behind an unfinished piece of work.

In one corner there are manacles, a reminder of what the Thran Empire was like before the Caverns of Koros were transformed into Phyrexia.

Of course, what really interests Jinji Tasha is a depiction on parchment of a copper bowl with a handle, and many small black figures surrounding its base.

You don't need to ask to know that this bowl is the famous artifact Tongzhao.

Beside the parchment was a piece of gray clay, carved with symbols that exactly replicated those traced in the faded ink of the diagram.

Some were written in Thran script, and some had arcs with unrecognizable handwriting, similar to some kind of symbol on the Tongzhao.

The piece of clay was damaged and partially illegible, and there were severed cables lying nearby.

"Hahaha! I think I found the spell that activates Tong Zhao! It's incredible! It turns out that Tong Zhao was created in such an environment."

Jinji Tasha carefully raised the parchment and the gray clay next to it, and let out a cold and harsh laugh.

Obviously, these Thran words, curved lines, and symbols are the key to allowing Tong Omen to unleash its terrifying and destructive power.

Since Phyrexia created by Yawgmoth is essentially the inheritance and transcendence of Thran civilization, as the blue demon judge of New Phyrexia, Jinji Tasha can identify these things that outsiders cannot understand at a glance. The meanings contained in the words and symbols.

I saw that he first scanned and recorded these two things from beginning to end, and then carefully put them into the box, intending to take them back to claim credit from Zuo Si.

After getting the activation method of Tongzhao, Jinji Tasha didn't even stay for a second, and immediately returned to his hometown across the time and space bridge.

As for the rest of the excavation work, just leave it to those machines with intelligence.

In this way, without being discovered by anyone, the Blue Demon Judge completed his task brilliantly.

At this point, Zuo Si finally got a trump card that could kill the enemy together under any circumstances.

…

At the same time, far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell, on the bustling streets of the huge cyberpunk city.

A female moon elf of insignificant age was looking at the tall skyscrapers around her with great interest, as well as the colorful neon lights and billboards, as well as all kinds of strange vehicles passing by.

It was obvious from her reaction that everything was new to her that this was definitely her first time in this place.

There are millions if not tens of millions of people like this every day, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

But the problem is, the white-bearded old man following her is anything but ordinary. He is Elminster, the first choice of the goddess of magic Toril.

And judging from the latter's respectful attitude, this elf's status and identity are obviously extraordinary.

After about a few minutes, the moon elf turned around and asked in a half-joking tone: "Is this really hell?

I can’t believe how much has changed in just a few years.

I am now becoming more and more interested in this new ninth-level lord, Soth.

Tell me quickly, what kind of person is he? "

"Teacher, it will take a lot of effort to start this matter from the beginning." Elminster said with a helpless smile on his face.

It is easy to tell from the title "teacher" that this moon elf is Silinxi, who has disappeared for more than seven hundred years. At the same time, he may also be the strongest arcane spell caster in Faerûn besides Zuo Si.

The ten-ring magic she invented - [Silinxi Spell Transfer], as you can tell from the name, how perverted it is, it is simply a nightmare for all spellcasters.

Coupled with the silver fire given by the goddess of magic, it is completely impossible for a mortal spellcaster to defeat her in a one-on-one duel.

Except for the most ancient gods, no one knows how many years Sirensi lived, not even Elminster.

According to the records of an elf, she had transformed into an elf lich almost two thousand years ago, and served as the guardian of destiny in the Year of the Sky, as well as the knowledge sage of Amasora and Wang Tingmage.

However, just before the establishment of Myth Drannor, she suddenly and inexplicably regained her youth and vitality, becoming one of the few very special cases that could reverse the process after transforming into a lich.

Some people think this is the effect of the silver fire, while others think it is the blessing of the second generation magic goddess.

In short, Silinxi became a living creature again, and led other mages to establish the city and the famous magic mystery network.

If Elminster is a legend in the modern history of Faerûn, then his teacher is a magnificent epic that spans the decline of elves and the rise of humans.

"It doesn't matter, we're not in a hurry anyway.

ah! Look, there's a restaurant over there, why don't we go sit down and eat and chat.

To be honest, I think although this is hell, it is much better than many material planes.

Especially the entertainment, food and various flavors of drinks are hundreds of blocks away from other places. "

After saying that, Silinxi quickly ran into the store like a little girl, picked up the menu and ordered more than a dozen cups of milk tea, cocktails, juices, carbonated drinks, coffee drinks, etc., and then ordered another full order. A table full of sumptuous dishes.

Seeing this scene, Elminster sighed involuntarily again, and quickly followed him to find a seat by the window and sit down.

In the first few minutes, neither of them spoke, they just ate hard.

Since all restaurants are affected by the BUFF of gluttony, people who come in will feel extremely hungry and will not be able to do anything else unless they fill their stomachs.

However, after eating almost half of the food on the table, they stopped in unison and began to sip their drinks.

In the end, Silinxi was the first to break the silence, pointing to the enchanting world outside and asking: "Isn't Ferun like this now?"

Elminster quickly shook his head: "No, not at least not yet.

But there is a trend towards this.

Thos integrated almost half of the land on the west coast of Faerûn and established an empire of its own.

He abolished the system of nobility and lords, appointed a large number of bureaucrats to centralize power, and cooperated with many gods such as Gond, the god of craftsmen, to pave a large number of roads, build water conservancy facilities, and develop new magical mechanical tools.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that it had only been a few years since I went from Kalin Shirt to Baldur's Gate and I had become completely unfamiliar to him.

Oh, by the way, Thos also has a deep hatred for the nature god Silvanus and his sect of druids.

In the areas under his rule, all Druids must either convert, get out, or be eliminated on the spot. There is no other choice at all.

In addition, he will cut down all the two largest forests in the Baldur's Gate area to build a huge plains granary. "

"Sounds like...this seems to be a very wise and accomplished king?" Silinxi commented with slightly shining eyes.

"No, he is a tyrant. This is what he admitted himself."

Elminster corrected, fiddling with the straw in his hand.

As a teacher, Silinxi obviously knew the character of his apprentice very well, and immediately couldn't help but laugh and joke: "Why, have you ever had trouble with him? Or is it that his behavior makes you feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable? "

"More than just unpleasantness, we are already enemies to some extent.

It's just that because of the voters who are also goddesses, they have always retained the final bottom line.

I always feel that his thoughts and actions are too dangerous and will bring disaster to the entire Faerûn continent sooner or later, just like Netheril and Imaskar who do not know how to restrain themselves.

Believe me, you will feel the same as me when you meet him.

What's more, he is still a big devil now. "

After saying that, Elminster raised his head and drank the cocktail in the glass in one gulp, smacking his lips with unfinished content.

Although he strongly dislikes what Zuo Si does, he still quite likes the mixed alcoholic drinks that bring different flavors and textures through blending, as well as the rich recipes and various fresh cooking methods.