A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Fa...what happened?"

"Is it the great Holy Light that saves its people?"

"No! That's definitely not the Holy Light! I am the Holy Knight, and no one understands the Holy Light better than me."

"This is the power of the true God! I swear I saw a pair of majestic eyes at the end of the light beam!"

"So we were saved by an unknown god?"

"Isn't it some evil god or Loa whom the trolls believe in?"

"I don't think so. Because most of the Loa gods that trolls believe in are directly related to nature and animals, but the power just now was obviously full of warmth and healing like holy light. What's more, Hearthglen is not Stratholme. There was never any sign of troll activity around.”

"Damn it! If only there were mages from Dalaran here. They must have sensed something from the light beam just now."

"There is no way, Ms. Jaina Proudmoore went to the Knights of the Silver Hand to ask for reinforcements. But no matter what, those people infected with the plague have been miraculously saved, and we can also take a breather from the never-ending siege of the undead. Take a breath.”

…

As the dazzling light beam gradually disappeared, the surrounding environment was once again shrouded in darkness. The soldiers who were originally shocked and speechless finally began to regain consciousness one after another.

Although the crisis has not yet been resolved, there are still an astonishing number of ghouls, zombies and skeletons hiding in the shadows, but they still show their excitement, excitement and joy in surviving the disaster.

After all, it's one thing to fight against the ferocious and bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs, but it's another thing to fight against the corpses that have risen from the dead.

Especially the latter, who have no idea what fear and pain are, and who were living civilians not long ago, will bring a huge mental and psychological blow to the soldiers.

If possible, they would rather fight against the strong and powerful green-skinned orcs than endure such sorrow and pain.

While everyone was intensely discussing what the beam of light was, a strong man wearing the armor of a Lordaeron Royal Guard officer walked straight towards the young priest who was standing there at a loss.

"Trainee Priest Lanni, His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace wants to see you."

"The King...His Royal Highness the Prince wants to see me?"

The young priest known as Lanny was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Of course, no problem. But I actually don't know what happened."

"It doesn't matter, His Highness the Prince has his own judgment. And don't be so nervous, after all, you just saved the entire Hearthglen and all of us."

After saying that, the officer turned around and took the lead towards the young man not far away who was surrounded by ghouls with broken limbs.

Due to the very limited military strength, all the living residents of Hearthglen are currently concentrated in this small square.

With the support of dense houses, some passing carriages, dismantled wooden fences, and haystacks blocking the two narrow intersections, a crude fortification that could barely play a certain role was constructed.

Haystack, in particular, had already exerted quite astonishing power during the war with the orcs.

Not only can it be used to resist attacks from long-range weapons such as arrows, javelins, and spears, but it can also be ignited and pushed out to cause huge burns. The enemy must at least be burned for a few years before they can rush forward.

Moreover, equipment with a mainly wooden structure, such as siege towers and ladders, will also be burned together in the raging fire.

With the faint firelight emitted by the burning haystack, you can clearly see the face of the blond prince full of gloom, anger and pain.

Although with his rigorously trained combat skills and the power from the Holy Light, he was able to block an undead army that was ten times or even dozens of times larger than himself with only a very small number of troops at hand. From any angle, it was considered a success. It was an impeccably brilliant victory.

But the problem is that he is obviously not happy at all.

Because the undead who were killed were all the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the ones he swore to protect at all costs.

But now, these people have turned into monsters and are killed one by one by his own hands.

The pain that cannot be described in words is as maddening as killing the beloved horse "Invincible".

The only good thing is that the end result wasn't too bad.

At least 60 to 70 percent of the residents of Hearthglen managed to survive.

In addition, the plague that had no solution before seems to have found a solution.

Thinking of this, Prince Arthas, the only legal male heir to King Terenas Menethil of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a disciple of Uther the Lightbringer, and recognized as the first filial son of Azeroth, finally relaxed. He opened the hand that was holding the war hammer tightly, relaxed the tense muscles, and asked without looking back: "Farrick, have you brought him here?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I have brought over the trainee priest who caused the miracle."

The officer known as Farik answered in the affirmative without thinking.

Arthas immediately turned his attention to the nervous young man following Farric: "What's your name?"

"Lanny, my name is Lanny Scatter, I am the trainee priest of the Church of the Holy Light in Hearthglen, Your Royal Highness."

The priest hurriedly put his hand on his chest clumsily and bowed.

Although he had learned aristocratic etiquette from his mentor, for a commoner with a low background, he would still feel uneasy when he came into contact with high-ranking royal members for the first time.

After all, the Kingdom of Lordaeron is now at its peak, leading the Alliance to completely win the war with the orcs, and its territory has basically not been damaged by war. This is the period when the country's power is at its peak.

Terenas is regarded by countless people as the most outstanding and great leader among the human kingdoms.

As his child, Arthas was destined to become the King of Lordaeron, and his identity and status naturally increased.

Let alone a mere commoner, even the rulers of other kings would choose to treat him with courtesy when they saw him.

After all, Terenas only had one son and one daughter.

Unless Arthas dies unexpectedly, he will definitely be the next king.

As for Princess Calia Menethil, she can only be crowned queen if she dies unexpectedly and leaves no heirs.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Dai Zi's identity has never been that of a prince, but the undoubted future king of Lordaeron. From the moment of his birth, he has carried the high expectations of countless people.

He must be excellent, because only excellent people can afford the crown of the monarch of the Kingdom of Lordaeron;

He must be perfect, for only a perfect man can subdue the leaders of other nations and ensure the unity of the entire alliance.

It is also this stressful environment that creates a character with huge flaws and prone to extremes when suffering setbacks.

But it is a pity that everyone was immersed in the beautiful side shown by the prince and did not notice his fragile and fragile heart at all.

"Tell me, Pastor Lenny, what did you just do?"

Arthas was clearly concerned that the miracle could drive away the plague and cure all sick civilians.

Because if this power can be used frequently, it means that when encountering similar situations, he will no longer be as powerless as before, but can cure all sick people.

At that time, no matter what conspiracy the Cursed Sect has, they must not contaminate the subjects of the Kingdom of Lordaeron through food.

"Sorry, Your Highness, I actually don't know what I did.

Just seeing civilians falling down in pain and being transformed into immortal monsters made my heart full of torture.

At the same time, my faith in the Holy Light was shaken, and I longed to find an unknown powerful existence to give me the power to save more people.

Originally this kind of prayer was just an outlet for pure despair, but suddenly a voice answered me.

The only things I know now are two things.

One is that the other party calls himself Soth, and the other is that I have become the other party's messenger to some extent.

And...and I also gained some special magical abilities. "

Pastor Lenny told everything he knew.

Because he also wanted to know why the person who could cause the miracle was such an insignificant role, why it was not His Highness the Prince himself, or a higher-ranking priest, paladin or bishop.

"Soth? Is this a taboo name for God?"

Arthas continued to ask in an uncertain tone.

Lanny nodded slightly: "I think so. After all, there is nothing else besides this."

"Then what is his purpose or intention?"

Alsace asked again persistently.

After all, he had to be cautious in this matter. First of all, he had to make sure that this was not a trap set by evil gods, demons, or ancient elemental creatures.

Lanny closed his eyes and tried to make contact through the weak thread.

It took about two or three minutes for him to open his eyes and slowly spit out two words from his mouth: "Faith!

This great being calls himself the God of Contracts.

He wants our people to build temples to serve Him.

And he will serve as a witness and supervisor when conducting any transactions, signing contracts, and promulgating legal provisions.

Anyone who violates this will be punished.

In return, he is willing to grant gifted believers magical powers to help us fight against undead scourges and terrible magical plagues. "

"God of Contract? Why have I never heard of it before..."

A very puzzled expression appeared on Alsace's handsome face.

As the prince of Lordaeron, he has received a comprehensive elite education, and his knowledge and vision are by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

But even so, I have never heard of a God of Contract, and there is absolutely no record of this in Dalaran's library management.

“Like you, this is the first time I’ve heard of it.

But it is true in terms of giving strength.

I can now use magic to transform clean water into an antidote to the plague and purify contaminated food.

If you encounter a similar situation again, you only need to drink water blessed by divine magic for those sick civilians to gain strong resistance or even complete recovery.

In addition, I have also obtained a series of magical spells such as healing, blessing, divine favor, disease removal, pious shield, immobilization, etc., which can be used if I have enough mana.

These magical arts are far more complex and comprehensive than Holy Light Magic.

If there were enough priests like me, dealing with undead and plague should be much easier than it is now. "

When he said these words, a red light flashed in Lanni's eyes that was not easy to detect.

There is no doubt that the thinking of this young man, who has no defense at all, has begun to be affected unconsciously.

After all, the devil is an absolute expert in manipulating consciousness and playing with people's hearts.

"You mean to ask me to change the Church of Holy Light in Hearthglen to worship the God of Contract?"

Alsace's eyes widened in surprise.

After all, the Holy Light is one of the most powerful forces in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even within the Alliance, and one that cannot be ignored. More than 90% of people believe it to some extent.

He was not sure whether it would trigger fierce opposition from the Holy Light Church if he really did this.

"Do we have any other better ways now?

What's more, everyone in the Holy Light Church has died, and I am the only one left.

Don't you think this is a great opportunity?

What's more, everyone alive in Hearthglen has witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, and they will definitely be very happy to change their beliefs.

At that time, as long as you are a little more concealed, the possibility of being discovered will not be too great. "

Lanny turned around and stared at the Bishop of Hearthglen lying in a pool of blood not far away, the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

"I...I have to think about it seriously."

Alsace was obviously hesitant, neither giving a positive answer nor rejecting immediately.

But what he didn't know was that not explicitly rejecting something like this was equivalent to choosing acquiescence.

Soon, the residents of Hearthglen who had witnessed the miracle, as well as the soldiers who had survived the disaster, began to privately inquire about the secret behind the whole thing from Lanny.

It didn’t take long for the name of Soth, the God of Contract, to spread quickly.

By the time Arthas reacted, the faith in the Holy Light in Hearthglen had been almost completely replaced.

In desperation, he could only hand over the Holy Light Church to the young trainee priest.

In this way, a new religion was quietly established in the northern Kingdom of Lordaeron.

In peacetime, a situation like this would certainly attract the attention of the upper ruling class.

But the problem is that the current Kingdom of Lordaeron is really not peaceful.

On one side, the cursed sect is operating everywhere, constantly causing disasters with food infected with magical plague, and turning innocent civilians into undead one after another;

On the other side, the orcs in the shelter fled in large numbers. In the process of fleeing, they looted the town and robbed food, weapons, armor and other supplies. They were like locusts passing through the border, leaving no grass growing wherever they went.

Coupled with the quarrels and divisions within the alliance, King Terenas has long been exhausted physically and mentally, and he has no time to care about the change of faith in a small region.

These worships and beliefs from humans have greatly strengthened the connection between Zuo Si and Azeroth.

The next thing he has to do is to use the window period when the undead natural disaster breaks out to expand the scope of his faith as much as possible by helping and absorbing refugees. It is best to hold a summoning ceremony to descend a projection.

It's just not possible to bring consciousness to a certain native creature.

Then, when Alsace and Terenas staged a scene of loving father and filial piety, they would lead these believers to leave the north and go to the Thorn Valley in the far south to re-establish a new human kingdom.

As for the countless primitive troll tribes in the tropical rainforest of Stranglethorn Valley, they can just be used as raw materials to create a brand new race with the powerful ability of the Creator.

Because these small actions will not cause damage or interference to key time nodes, they are generally unlikely to attract the attention of the bronze dragon who manages this timeline prematurely.

When Archimonde reaches Azeroth through the portal and attempts to absorb the energy of the entire planet through the World Tree, it will inevitably cause violent energy fluctuations, causing the outer protective circle to be unable to completely shield it.

Zuo Si only needs to capture the coordinates of the source of the overflowing energy, and he can use the powerful power of the Planeswalker Spark to squeeze in.

By then, not to mention the Bronze Dragon Legion, all the five-color dragons including Deathwing will be in vain.

And if done correctly, he can also draw the energy and hold the shit basin on Archimonde at the same time.

Anyway, the final violent explosion will cover up all traces.

Just as Zuo Si relied on the connections he had just established with his faith to begin an orderly layout across the entire planet of Azeroth, reinforcements from the Knights of the Silver Hand finally arrived in Hearthglen.

The leader of the team was none other than Uther, one of the first five paladins with the title of "Light Bringer".

Following him was Jaina, who had recently gone back to report the news with the help of teleportation magic.

However, when they saw the mountains of white bone meal around Hearthglen, as well as countless civilians who had recovered from health and showed no signs of being infected by the plague, both of them showed expressions of shock and disbelief.

Knowing how critical the situation was when she left, Jaina immediately couldn't help but ask: "Arthas, what exactly happened here? You... how did you do it!"

The prince smiled bitterly and shook his head and explained: "No, this was not done by me, but a miracle.

A trainee priest gave up his original faith in desperation and tried to pray for help from an unknown great being. The result was the scene you see now.

It happened to be night time.

A dazzling beam of light fell from the sky, purifying the undead army besieging Hearthglen and curing all the sick civilians at the same time.

All I did was to be on guard in the next few days to prevent those guys from the cursed sect from taking advantage of me. "

"A miracle? Are you saying that an unknown god helped you?"

Uther immediately frowned subconsciously.

As the most devout believer in the Holy Light, he obviously doesn't like hearing about any other gods or beliefs.

"That's right. The other party claims to be Soth, the God of Contract, and there are currently nine priests in Hearthglen who can perform divine magic. It is precisely because of these priests who constantly purify the contaminated food that we will not starve. "

As he said that, Alsace turned and pointed at the priests not far away who were casting the zero-ring magic [Purifying Food] next to the barn.

You don't need to ask to know that they are all lucky ones with relatively high perception attributes who have been selected from devout believers in recent days.

Because Zuo Si's miracles saved a large number of civilians and their families and friends who were suffering from plague and disease, these people quickly transformed their inner gratitude into the purest and most devout faith.

Some even took the initiative to donate the money they had accumulated over the years to the newly established church.

However, there is no concept of sensory attributes in Azeroth, but is called spiritual power.

Generally speaking, priests and paladins of the Holy Light Church gain the power to cast Holy Light magic by exercising their attributes and abilities.

And since there is no systematic magic network in this world, there is no need to remember when casting spells. Instead, another mana system is used.

As long as you have enough mana, you can cast a spell until you are exhausted.

In addition, because the energy of the entire planet is extremely abundant, almost to the same extent as the crazy overflow of Zendikar time and space, the mana of the casters is also restored quite quickly.

Usually a short rest of two hours is worth the eight hours of long rest in Faerûn to fully restore the spell slots.

Moreover, the range and power of the spell are much more astonishing.

Therefore, Azeroth is a very typical world of high magic. Even many beasts without intelligence may suddenly awaken powerful magical power.

In just a few minutes, the priests headed by Lanny successfully purified the magical plague contained in today's rations.

Residents of Hearthglen lined up to receive their share, which they then took home to either bake into bread or cook into paste to fill their stomachs.

As for bacon, smoked fish, sausages, and cheese, only soldiers responsible for fighting were eligible to eat them.

Others had to make do with vegetable soup and apples from the trees.

"It's unbelievable! They actually purified contaminated food! How on earth did they do this?"

Jaina was the first to couldn't help but exclaim.

As a top student in the magical city of Dalaran, she studied under Archmage Antony Das. From the moment she discovered the magical plague, she knew how difficult it was to deal with.

No one will be able to crack the mystery and develop an antidote, at least in the short term.

But now, someone actually used magic to successfully purify these troubles that all the archmages were helpless to deal with.

In Dalaran, if someone can do this and write a good enough paper, they can definitely get promoted and even become a respected archmage.

"That is the power of Soth, the God of Contract. Now basically all the residents of Hearthglen are his believers, even the soldiers in the army are no exception."

Alsace gave a straightforward answer.

After several days of observation, he found nothing suspicious or evil about this god who came out of thin air.

Whether it is advocating that people abide by the law, abide by contracts, and observe order, or ordering priests to help purify food for free and distribute it equitably to prevent anyone from going hungry, it can be called a good deed.

So gradually, Arthas let down his guard, and even felt that it would not be a bad thing to let the god's faith spread in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Maybe it can be used as a bargaining chip to check and balance the Holy Light Church, which is becoming more and more powerful in various human kingdoms.

The most important thing is that these priests are indeed better at dealing with the plague infection of the Cursed Sect than the priests of the Holy Light Church.

"Can I go talk to those priests and learn about this God of Contract who suddenly descended from the sky?"

Jaina's eyes shone slightly, obviously she was interested.

After all, the real Dalaran mage is not the guy in the game who only knows how to rub fireballs, throw ice bolts, fire arcane missiles, transform into sheep, and open portals. The number and complexity of his magic schools are not inferior at all. In Faerûn.

The shadow magic and psychic magic of the Curse Sect, as well as the werewolf curse created by Arugal, are just the tip of the iceberg among the many research topics of this huge organization of spellcasters.

Not to mention the school of astral magic that directly studies the mysteries of time, space and the universe.

Gianna has even thought about how to take advantage of her first-come-first-served advantage to complete her research and thesis before other competitors discover it, so as to win the favor of her mentor Anthony Das.

Especially those magic models that have never been seen before. Once they are cracked and successfully copied, they are bound to cause a sensation throughout Dalaran.

Thinking of this, the princess of Kul Tiras with long golden hair felt her heart surge.

But just a second later, Arthas interrupted her sweet dream.

"I'm sorry, Jaina, I'm afraid we don't have this time.

I must rush to Stratholme immediately to kill the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis!

He is the mastermind and real culprit behind all this!

As long as this guy dies, the nightmare will end completely and my people will no longer be threatened. "

"Don't be excited, child. Although your courage is commendable, the commander of the undead army cannot be defeated by you alone."

Seeing that the prince was a little too emotional, Uther immediately tried to comfort him with words.

As the former's mentor on the path of the Paladin, this is his duty and obligation.

But it is a pity that the Lightbringer obviously ignored the huge psychological impact that the powerlessness in this battle gave Alsace, so that instead of calming down, the burning anger in his heart became extremely hot and scorching. Qizhan said in an extremely serious tone: "Then come with me, Uther. But with or without you, this is a task that I must complete."

With the last word blurted out, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron stopped paying attention to anyone, got on his horse and came to the side of Lanni and other priests.

"I need your help and that of the God of Contract."

"No problem. We have been prepared for a long time and can set off with you at any time to help those infected by the plague."

Lanni put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to give an affirmative answer.

This was not only the instruction from Zuo Si, but also out of his own wishes.

Hearing these words, Alsace with a straight face finally showed a faint smile and nodded approvingly: "Very good! It seems that your courage, courage and sense of responsibility are much stronger than some knights."

Having said that, he did not forget to use the corner of his eye to glance at the Messenger of Light and the Knights of the Silver Hand he led dozens of meters away.

Although Uther did not hear clearly what the prince said due to the distance, he could feel the contempt from the other person's eyes, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

About an hour later, the army under Alsace's orders had been assembled and left Hearthglen in a mighty manner and headed towards Stratholme.

The Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther had just experienced a sudden rescue march, so both the men and the horses needed to rest, so they did not follow immediately.

On the contrary, Jaina, who was very tired from all the busy work, was worried that Arthas would do something extraordinary, so she added an invisibility spell to herself and quietly followed behind, just in case.

It won't be long before they reach the fateful crossroads of Stratholme.

And Zuo Si is also ready to personally participate in it by possessing descending consciousness.

But just as he was admiring the slightly weird relationship between Jaina and Arthas with great interest, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"who?"

"Father, it's me. There is a special guest who wants to see you by name."

The voice of the God of Nature came through the crack in the door.

"Guest? How special?"

Zuo Si teased in a half-joking tone.

The natural god's servant replied without thinking: "Her name is Silinxi."

moment!

Zuo Si directly grabbed the black cloth next to him and covered the crystal ball. Without even a word of nonsense, he opened the door and asked, "Where is she now?"

"Your private reception room."

"Very good! You stay here now and don't let anyone get close, let alone let anyone in."

After saying these words, Zuo Si quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The God of Nature stood there and performed his guarding duties like a sculpture, with no intention of lifting the black cloth to peek at the crystal ball.

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On the other side, Silinxi, who had just been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, sipping on the snacks and drinks placed on the table, and taking off her clothes very relaxedly. Boots, teasing the cat running around the house with her toes, while looking at the decorations and furnishings in the living room.

After returning to the continent of Faerun, she did not visit her immediately. Instead, she wandered around the West Coast Empire first, and then walked twice to the Northland, which was regarded as the quasi-territory of the Empire.

After witnessing with my own eyes the infinite vitality and vitality that this ancient land had gained under Zuo Si's rule, I came to Ascatla.

As a result, as soon as she entered the city's envelope, Silinxi noticed the existence of the mystery lock.

Although there are only a few rules, it does use the technology of the complete Elven Mystery Lock, rather than a copycat made by the Netherese.

This undoubtedly surprised her.

Because the establishment of the Elf Mystery Lock requires the help of the power of the Elf God, at least a powerful spellcaster with a certain Elf bloodline can do it.

But Zuo Si is obviously not an elf, and he doesn't have even a little bit of elf blood.

So Silinxi was very curious about how the other party did it.

Just when she used her extraordinary reaction speed to make a tiger cat so angry that it pounced on it and bit it with her teeth, the door of the reception room was finally slowly pushed open, followed closely by a young man with black hair and black eyes. Humans came in from outside.

"Are you Soth?"

Silinxi looked at the visitor up and down, and without even looking, she grabbed the tiger cat trying to bite her toes by the back of the neck and threw it to the table far away.

"Meow--"

The cat opened its mouth to reveal two sharp fangs, and its eyes were extremely ferocious, as if it was unwilling to give up.

"Yes, I am Soth, and you are Elminster's teacher, the most powerful Silinci among all the chosen ones of the goddess of magic?"

Zuo Si asked back, reaching out and gently stroking the fried cat's head to calm it down.

In just a few seconds, this little guy got out of his violent state and returned to his lovable coquettish mode.

This top-notch cat-loving skill immediately made Silinxi raise her eyebrows involuntarily, as if to say, "I really belong to you."

But soon her face returned to the cynical look just now, and she responded with a smile: "If there is no second Silinxi in this world, then I will be. But I can't take the title of the most powerful elector. It’s a shame, because it should belong to you now, right?”

Zuo Si immediately laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! You are really good at complimenting people. I can't believe that Elminster has studied with you for so many years, but he didn't learn even a little bit of this advantage. Instead, he developed it. He has a weird bad temper."

Find out what high emotional intelligence is!

Look at how people talk when they meet for the first time!

No wonder Silinxi has such a long list of titles and honorifics. No matter whether it is humans or elves, no one disrespects her when they mention her.

"Don't mention Elminster! I get angry when I mention him. He's not that old, but he lives like a dying old man. He has no sense of being an immortal at all. It's a waste of the silver fire given to him by the goddess. .”

Silinxi curled her lips in disgust.

"Completely agree. His traditional and conservative way of doing things can no longer keep up with the times, and the individual heroism advocated by the Harpers Alliance is about to withdraw from the stage of history. And I represent the future and hope!"

When saying these words, Zuo Si's tone was full of unquestionable strong confidence.

"If I had been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, I might have contradicted you. But now, I agree with your point of view. Because to a certain extent, it is already an established fact."

Silinxi casually stated the conclusions she had drawn from her observations over the past few days.

Because now the social structure, economic structure, governance model, people's thoughts and values ​​on the entire west coast of Faerûn have all undergone earth-shaking changes.

And this change is irreversible.

Unless a devastating natural disaster breaks out, destroying all existing cities and drastically reducing the population, it will be useless even if God comes.

"Oh? It seems like you have already done some research."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.

Based on this, he can judge that the other party's visit this time must be of use to him, or he is seeking cooperation in a certain field.

Silinxi nodded slightly: "Yes, because the matter I am going to talk to you about next is closely related to the empire you established.

But before that, I hope to get an accurate reply from you.

Do you have any special senses or emotions about the elves as a race? "

"No, there isn't."

Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.

“Then why did you participate in the destruction of Sodanisla, the elf kingdom in the Wildas Forest?

Don't tell me what Irenekas did has nothing to do with you.

Although you do not play a major role in it, at least it is a driving role.

In addition, the burning, killing and looting of elven villages during the development of towns in the North seems to have something to do with you, right? "

Silinxi leaned forward slightly and assumed a posture as if she was going to attack the enemy.

Although she is not tall, her hands and feet are extremely long in proportion, which often gives people a strong sense of oppression when she sits upright.

But Zuo Si remained unmoved and replied calmly: "I have never denied anything I have done.

But this has nothing to do with the elven race.

Among them, Soldanisla's demise was due to its location stuck between Tethyr and Amn, threatening the only transportation artery on land.

I will never allow another state within a state to appear within my empire, so destroying it is purely based on political considerations.

What's more, I accepted all the elf refugees and resettled them properly.

Now they have integrated into their new life and have not suffered any discrimination or abuse. Instead, they have received a certain degree of preferential treatment.

As for the elven villages in the North, I also gave them the opportunity to integrate, and those who actively cooperated received sufficient benefits.

Those who were eliminated were more likely to be mixed up with the local Druid sect and the Harper Alliance and chose to become my enemies.

Do we still need to look at race to destroy enemies?

So please don't get me wrong. I have never targeted the elves as a race. Instead, I will provide more opportunities for those elves who take the initiative to integrate.

Even the notorious dark elves in the surface world are no exception. "

"So... you won't exclude elves from settling in the West Coast Empire, right?" Silinxi narrowed her eyes and confirmed.

“Of course not exclusive.

Because in my opinion, the elves as a race have too many unparalleled advantages.

Just your long lifespan and your body not aging easily are enough to make you the best workforce in the world.

No matter what kind of work you do, as long as you do it for decades or even centuries, you can become an undisputed master in the field.

But there is a prerequisite, that is, you must obey the rule of the empire.

You are free to establish your own community, believe in your own pantheon, and maintain your own traditions and customs, but you must abide by the laws of the empire and submit to the management of the imperial bureaucracy and judicial system.

On this basis, I can promise to protect the safety of all elves living within the empire. "

After a short conversation, Zuo Si had obviously guessed the other party's intention.

After all, there are basically not many elven settlements in the entire Faerûn continent except Eternal Meeting Island.

If things continue to develop at this rate, in another thousand or two thousand years, the elves may become completely extinct from the mainland, and they may stay on the island and isolate themselves from the world.

This is obviously not the result the elves and gods want to see.

They must go out and actively communicate with other races in this world to show their presence.

The West Coast Empire, which implements dictatorship, has a super stable political situation, and whose ruler is absolutely impossible to die easily, has obviously become the most ideal partner for cooperation.