A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Some people say that the modern history of Faerûn is a history of the human race getting rid of slavery and oppression, and it is also a history of the continuous decline and demise of the elven race.

Since the end of the last Crown War, the split of the elven pantheon, and the settlement of the dark elves in the Underdark, the overlord that ended the era of dragons and giants dominating the earth has begun its inevitable decline.

The rise of the human magical civilization Netheril dealt a heavy blow to the elves living in the north, causing them to lose their overwhelming advantage in magic.

The sphere of influence even began to shrink significantly, and large areas of land had to be given up to avoid a fierce war with the former.

The current stereotype of elves as peace-loving and uncontested was slowly established during this period.

It's not that they don't want to fight, it's just that they really can't fight.

This can be seen from the two to three thousand years between the beginning of the first Crown War and the end of the last one.

In terms of fertility and growth rate, elves are really awesome.

It is estimated that in their heyday, their total number in Faerûn was only three to four million (including the sea elves living in the water, the population of Everjum Island was only about 1.6 million).

In particular, the famous "Theater of Gods" battle in the Third Crown War resulted in the death of more than 70,000 elves, which completely devastated the vitality of this race.

So much so that there have never been such large-scale battles and casualties since then.

Basically, a dispatch of 10,000 or 20,000 people can be considered a "big army".

If it were human beings, even if all of them were wiped out in one generation, it would only take more than a hundred years to quickly recover and regain the potential to launch a full-scale war.

Maybe this is a side effect of longevity.

Since they are not sensitive to the passage of time and physical aging, elves always do things in an orderly manner, lacking the passion and urgency of short-lived races.

Their mages can never be as fully immersed in the intense thirst for knowledge and magical skill as human mages are.

Do not eat, drink, or sleep twenty-four hours a day, and abandon the enjoyment and pursuit of wine, food, beauty, art, philosophy, etc. If necessary, you can transform into the form of the undead.

Unless they are tasked with some important mission or task, elves rarely turn themselves into lichs who are unable to pursue happiness.

Therefore, when facing Netheril, which also possesses powerful magical power, the elves did not dare to confront it head-on.

Otherwise, even if the battle loss ratio is two for one, three for one, or even five for one, the final result waiting for them will be undoubtedly destruction.

Because it may only take thirty to forty years to cultivate a powerful arcanist in Netheril, but it takes two to three hundred years for elves, and the same goes for qualified warriors and soldiers.

However, the decline of Netheril did not completely cause the elves to lose their right to speak on the mainland.

At least for a long time in the future, they will still have several kingdoms and royal courts.

If we had to find a time point when the elves withdrew from the continent of Faerûn, it might have happened in DR714, which was also called the "Year of Destruction" by historians.

In this year, Myth Drannor, protected by powerful magical mythical locks, fell.

Although signs and prophecies of doom had begun to appear as early as DR694, they were not taken seriously by the rulers at that time.

In the end, only two hundred elves in the entire Kingdom of Cormanthor managed to escape, and the rest were all killed in the massacre and sacrifice by the Dark Legion.

You must know that Myth Drannor is the seat of the Royal Court, and it is the last settlement of the elves on the continent that can truly be called a country.

At this point, this race officially announced its withdrawal from the stage of history.

Although there are other mini-kingdoms like Sonnisla, they are just surviving surrounded by humans at best, and are not qualified to participate in major events that determine the direction of history.

But thankfully, Silinxi had already left the material plane before the fall of Myth Drannor, so she did not witness the tragedy with her own eyes.

To be precise, after the death of Grand Commander Iltargrim and a series of assassinations and violent attacks surrounding the succession, huge political rifts appeared within Cormanthor.

This made her both sad and disappointed, and she angrily chose to disappear with the artifact symbolizing legal right to rule—Akokorim (Sword of the Crown).

Before leaving, he also said that only when the tribes are truly united and all the people realize the true meaning of the dream of Cormanzo, will he appear again to award the leader the sword of the crown.

But who would have thought that these words, which were originally intended to inspire the people, would actually become a certain conclusion for the Kingdom of Cormanzo.

It came to an end just forty-eight years later with the fall of Myth Drannor.

Whenever she thinks of this incident, Silinxi can't help but question herself repeatedly. If she hadn't left in anger, would Cormanso be able to withstand the siege of the Dark Army?

Can we save the slaughtered elves and other franchise members?

Unfortunately, she would never get the answers to these questions.

Knowing that the glorious city he built with his own hands is now in ruins, with evil dark elves and various monsters entrenched around it, this powerful elf mage will feel very painful and remorseful.

Looking at the sword hanging on her waist that symbolized the royal power of Cormanthor, she suddenly raised her head and asked: "What if I say that I want to use the power of the West Coast Empire to recover Myth Drannor and re-establish an Elf Kingdom? "

"Recover Myth Drannor and rebuild the Kingdom of Cormanthor?

Do you know what you are talking about?

Or do you mean that you don’t understand the current situation around that land?

Whether it is Zhentil Castle or the recently returned Shadow City, they will never allow a powerful elven kingdom to appear.

What's more, where are you going to find so many elves who are willing to follow you and settle in Cormanthor?

You must know that this is not a few hundred years ago. There are still a considerable number of elven villages and towns in Faerûn.

According to my estimation, taking the middle of Falling Star Sea as the boundary, the western half including wild elves may have less than 100,000 people.

Moreover, they are scattered in large and small towns and villages. At most, only one or two hundred people gather together. Just contacting them takes a lot of effort.

In addition, how to ensure safety during migration?

Who will provide the materials needed during the reconstruction process?

This does not include the dangers that may be faced in expelling the dark elves and monster tribes near Myth Drannor.

The most important thing is, you who once abandoned Cormanso, what qualifications do you have to stand up and say such a thing?

How many people are willing to unite around your banner to realize this unreachable ideal? "

Zuo Si asked several very pointed questions in one breath.

Obviously, he was not optimistic about this whimsical plan at all.

Although Silinxi may be the most powerful mortal arcane spellcaster in Faerûn, possessing unparalleled magical power.

Except for a few people like Larocque who are equally powerful and hold many secrets, the other forces are not even qualified to threaten her.

But individual strength is one thing, leadership and political skill are another.

It is not difficult to see from her previous naive and idealistic behavior that Silinxi is not a qualified leader.

Otherwise, she should not have left in the first place, but instead united one political force to eliminate several other political forces, and then personally took power to reunite the divided Cormanso.

It was precisely because of this child's play that the country, which had just entered a period of prosperity, would continue to suffer from internal strife in the next few decades. It was not until the invasion of powerful foreign enemies that it finally woke up, but unfortunately it was too late.

Therefore, in Zuo Si's opinion, Silinxi's political ability and leadership ability are not as good as those of his disciple Elminster.

The latter can at least maintain the normal operation of the Harper Alliance, a huge decentralized intelligence organization with a mixed membership.

Of course, it would be another matter if it received the full support of the Elf Court of Everjum Island.

However, considering that the current overall situation is that the elves are constantly retreating from the mainland, it is simply a fantasy to ask the former to support the restoration of Cormanthor, which has been destroyed for hundreds of years, at any cost.

Zuo Si didn't think that an elf who was used to opening his mouth for food, stretching out his hands for clothes, and having nothing to do every day on Yongju Island would be willing to leave such a paradise world and risk his life to return to the mainland to suffer.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

For the elves on Evermeet, simply returning to Faerûn means suffering.

Some people even speculate that the essence of Evergathering Island is a projection formed by summoning part of Arvandor, the kingdom of elves and gods, to the material plane through powerful magical power.

Only in this way can we explain why this island is so prosperous. Almost everything you need is available, and you never have to worry about food and other survival resources.

Many mineral veins have been mined for thousands or even tens of thousands of years and still show no signs of exhaustion.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

After getting used to this carefree life without any worries or external threats, more than 99% of the elves will no longer be willing to return to the crisis-ridden continent of Faerûn.

In their eyes, the land on the mainland is so barren and worthless, and the races living on this land are also so ignorant, stupid, and pathetic.

The so-called arrogance of the elves largely refers to the condescending sense of superiority on Everjum Island.

Although Zuo Si had not been invited to Yongju Island, he had learned a lot of inside information from Kelben.

Want to immigrate from the island to the mainland?

Just thinking too much!

It's like a large number of African and South American refugees immigrate to developed countries in droves every year, but how many Europeans and North Americans have you seen reversely immigrating to Africa or South America?

What are you picturing?

"So...you're refusing to help?"

Silinxi narrowed her eyes and probed after a moment of silence.

Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, it's not rejection.

I just want to tell you that if you don’t have a mature plan and are not fully prepared, the final result will definitely end in failure.

As for whether the Kingdom of Cormanthor can be revived again, I don’t have any preset position.

And as long as you can afford the price, the West Coast Empire can provide everything you need including transport airships, fleets, mercenaries, food, building materials, weapons and equipment, etc.

I myself would be very happy to have a reliable ally near the choke point leading to the Moon Sea.

If you really plan to take action, I can also allow you to use the Empire's busiest port, Ximen Port, in the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars, as a staging area. "

"Really? You don't object?"

Silinxi raised her eyebrows in surprise.

You don't need to ask to know that restoring Myth Drannor and rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor is a completely impromptu idea, and there is no hope of getting support.

But now, she suddenly felt that this matter seemed feasible.

At least the elven gods and the royal court of Evergather Island will definitely provide strong support.

In addition, with the behemoth of the West Coast Empire as the backing, as long as we can capture Myth Drannor and restart the Mystery Lock to expel the invaders, and then slowly attract some elves living on Faerûn to settle there, we can regain our former glory. It's not a fantasy.

"I can see no reason to object, can I? And I hope to gain the friendship of the elves and yourself."

Zuo Si clearly expressed his attitude with a business smile on his face.

"Very good, I think you have won my friendship. This is an invitation personally sent by the Queen of Evermeet Island - Amlarnuo Moonflower. The remaining details will wait until we meet on Evermeet Island. Let’s talk about it later.”

With that said, Silinxi took out a beautifully crafted scroll that obviously contained some kind of magical power from her arms and placed it gently on the table. Then she stood up and bowed slightly, then left the mage tower.

"An invitation from Yongju Island? This really flatters me..."

Zuo Si opened the scroll and looked at the delicate elven text on it and the queen's exclusive seal below, and pursed his lips with a playful smile.

Because generally speaking, only elves are allowed to enter the Isle of Evermeet.

In addition, there are half-elves who have a close blood relationship with the island's elf family.

For example, Kelben has some elven blood and maintains certain connections with his elven family, so he can visit frequently.

The Queen's Seal, in particular, can break the magical protection established by the gods surrounding the Isle of Evermeet.

Including the illusion created by Sehani Moonbow, and the currents and wind created by Adri Faenya.

Any ship that attempts to approach Evermeet Island without invitation will either deviate from its course due to the illusion, or be attacked by storms, water jets and whirlpools, and eventually sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

In this regard, red robed mages, Zhentarim, drow, and pirates who once wreaked havoc all have a deep understanding of this.

"Master, do you plan to accept the invitation to go to Evermeet Island?"

The ancient purgatory silver dragon - Aidalong appeared out of thin air and asked in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si asked with interest: "What, do you have any suggestions for this?"

Aidalong shook his head slightly: "No, I just want to remind you that Yongju Island has always been under the watchful eyes of the elves and gods. Silinxi's coming this time is most likely under their instructions. "

"Ah, I know this without you reminding me.

If the elves want to survive and continue in this world, they need to maintain stable contact with other races on the continent of Faerûn.

Whether I am rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor or establishing my own community within the West Coast Empire, I need to confirm my attitude first.

Otherwise, if I make a slight stumbling block behind the scenes, their plan will most likely end in failure.

Therefore, this invitation is most likely to reach some cooperation agreement.

Silinxi is here to test whether I have any prejudice or hatred towards the elven race, nothing more. "

While saying this, Zuo Si put the invitation back on the table and quickly searched in his mind for information about Amlarnuo Moonflower, Queen of Yongju Island.

She was born in DR611 and is now almost 760 years old.

Even for a long-lived elf, this age is quite old, and he has a total of eleven children, three of which are twin sisters. It is really too productive.

Her husband was assassinated and died in DR1321.

Since then, Amlarnuo Moonflower has been the only ruler of Yongju Island, possessing extremely high status and prestige.

Many elves have created artworks, poems and songs with her as their theme, the number of which is second only to those dedicated to the gods.

Therefore, when bringing gifts, it is best to choose items from the arts and crafts category.

Just when Zuo Si was thinking about what preparations he needed to make to go to Everjum Island, Aidalong suddenly interrupted: "Are you really planning to support Cormanthor's restoration of the country?"

“It’s not support, it’s just a transaction at best.

As long as there is enough benefit, I will be very happy to provide them with any help I can.

What's more, once Cormanthor's restoration of the country is successful, it will be equivalent to planting another nail around Ghost City and Zhentil Castle.

They are the ones who feel irritated and have headaches at that time.

You can get benefits and disgust your enemies, so why not? "

Zuo Si gave the explanation with a smirk on his face.

Although the West Coast Empire will not continue to expand its territory eastward after annexing the Northland, it does not mean that it cannot expand its power.

A glance at the map shows that through his operations, a bond consisting of allies, vassals, colonies and puppets has been quietly established along the coast of the Eastern Falling Star Sea.

It starts from the Kingdom of Cormyr and passes through Sambia, the Pirate Islands, Aglalon, and finally reaches the easternmost province of Araul.

With this link, the empire can easily control some of the busiest trade routes from sea to land in the core area of ​​Faerûn.

If Cormanthor is added to the mix, then even the Moon Sea ruled by Zhentil Castle will have to be honest.

Otherwise, if several necessary roads are blocked, towns that rely on trade to survive will immediately collapse.

"What about Fuzoul Chamberry? Don't you plan to support him?" Aidalong continued to ask.

"Fuzor Chambery? He'd better withstand the attack from the City of Shadows and survive."

Zuo Si smiled contemptuously.

Although Zhentil Castle is considered to be the only one in the Sea of ​​Moon, it bullies one person or provokes another all day long, as if no one can afford to offend it.

But compared to Yinhun City, it is a complete weakling.

In particular, the overwhelming gap between the quantity and quality of spellcasters cannot be leveled by quantity.

Aidalon nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean. Help the latter in the conflict between Ghost City and Zhentil Castle, and in the conflict between the elves and Zhentil Castle Help the former.”

"Yes, that's it.

From today on, you are responsible for keeping in touch with Xi Manmeng.

I need you to work together to dig out the roots of the Zhentarim, leaving only an empty shell that looks shiny on the surface.

In this way, Fuzor Chambery will become completely deaf and blind, and follow the path we pointed out with limited intelligence and information. "

Zuo Si touched his chin and gave instructions quickly.

In his opinion, compared to the experience and military power of Zhentil Keep, the Zhentarim are the most valuable part of the system.

Especially after Xi Manmeng came to power in recent years, operations with obvious violent overtones such as assassinations, sabotage, and subversion have become less and less, and work such as infiltration, lurking, bribery, bribery, and intelligence collection have become more and more common. The more information there is, the more prototypes of a modern national intelligence agency appear.

It is this change that makes the Zhentarim become more and more secretive and unknown.

Even the sworn enemies of the Harpers began to feel fear.

Because the Zhentarim are no longer obsessed with head-on confrontation, but instead use local corrupt law enforcement agencies, bureaucrats, and even the people to cause trouble for them.

By the time the Harpers were in dire trouble on their mission, the Zhentarim spies had already accomplished their goals and retreated.

After properly arranging things in Faerûn, Zuo Si quickly returned to the Discovery Room to continue observing Arthas and Jaina.

After all, it would still be some time before we could go to Yongju Island for our appointment, so there was no need to rush.

He wanted to use this period of time to continuously consolidate the beliefs he had established, especially to find a suitable container for his consciousness to descend. In the meantime, he accidentally saw a restricted action blockbuster.

Obviously, Jaina was trying to use this method to find an outlet for the hatred and anxiety in the prince's heart.

It's a pity that she underestimated Alsace's persistence and extreme character.

Although the short-lived joy made the Crown Prince of Lordaeron's sullen face relax, he even smiled for a time.

But all of Jaina's efforts were in vain as she saw villages infected by the plague and turned into undead creatures along the way.

"Mal'Ganis!!!"

Arthas roared like a beast after killing all the villagers who turned into zombies and ghouls.

"Calm down, my prince, you are almost overwhelmed by hatred."

Jaina quickly canceled the summoned water element and ran over to calm the opponent's emotions that were about to get out of control.

But this time he obviously failed. Not only did he fail to calm down Alsace, but he was pushed away very roughly.

"Calm down? How do you ask me to calm down! From Andorhal to Hearthglen, to the villages around Stratholme! Look what the Curse Cult has done to my people?"

This rude behavior shocked Jaina. She couldn't believe that the prince who had always been polite to her would become like this. She even felt sad and wanted to cry.

But in the end, she endured it and explained in the gentlest voice possible: "Of course I know. But you can't solve any problems by getting angry and angry. The reason why the enemy does this is to anger you and make you act impulsively. Making irrational judgments.”

Just when Arthas opened his mouth to say something, the soldiers in the distance who were cleaning the battlefield and burning the grain contaminated by the plague suddenly let out a cry.

"Look! There is a survivor here! He... he seems to be infected with the plague but not dead yet!"

moment!

The army, which had been demoralized by seeing too much destruction and death along the way, immediately burst into cheers.

Then more than a dozen people rushed into the burning barn and took out the dying young man hiding inside.

The leader, Captain Farric, shouted at the top of his lungs: "Pastor! Come here quickly! This man can still be saved!"

"It's coming, it's coming! Get out of the way!"

Lanny hurried over and quickly checked the survivor's physical condition.

Immediately afterwards, he released the two magical spells of removing disease and removing curse without hesitation.

Because the magical plague spread by the Cursed Sect has both disease and curse effects, simply relieving the disease or cursing alone can only temporarily relieve the symptoms, and it will not take long for it to relapse.

Of course, for those infected who have not yet shown severe symptoms, just taking the transformed holy water can have a very good therapeutic effect.

As a chosen one of Talona, ​​analyzing things like natural disasters and plagues and making corresponding antidotes is simply child's play for Zuo Si, and it is not difficult at all.

When he gave these priests the magical ability to transform holy water, he added some special formulas.

Therefore, as long as they are not unconscious and dying patients, they will basically get better quickly and gradually recover after drinking it a few times.

But it is useless for those who are only half-breathed. They can only receive magical treatment of three levels and above.

With the amount of mana these priests have now, they simply cannot save too many infected people who are dying.

Fortunately, there is only one survivor in this village, so Lanny doesn't have to worry about mana consumption.

In just a few seconds, the comatose young man opened his eyes and woke up. He asked in a very weak voice: "Am...am I saved? Where are the other people in the village?"

"Sorry, you are the only living person we have seen in the village. As for the others, they are all dead."

As he spoke, Captain Farric glanced at the corpses being burned in the square through the slit of his fully enclosed helmet, and his mood suddenly became extremely heavy.

"Am I the only one who survived..."

The glimmer of hope that originally ignited in the young man's pupils quickly dimmed, and was eventually extinguished completely, becoming like a soulless walking corpse.

Just when Lanny obviously wanted to comfort the young man, he suddenly felt a powerful force pouring out of his body, and then turned into a ball of light, covering the other person from head to toe.

At the same time, a vague voice echoed in my mind.

After realizing that this was some kind of enlightenment, Lanny didn't dare to neglect him at all. He immediately grabbed the other person's hand and said excitedly: "Congratulations, young man, you have been chosen by the great God."

"god?"

The young man blinked his eyes in confusion.

Because he had only heard of some churches spreading the teachings of the Holy Light in distant towns, but he had never heard of any specific god.

Lanny nodded vigorously: "Yes. As long as you are willing to devote your faith, the great God of Contract Sos will grant you supreme glory and powerful power. You can use this power to help others and eliminate those damn curses The followers of the sect and the undead.”

Hearing these words, the young man who was already heartbroken suddenly ignited a flame in his heart, a flame called revenge. He struggled to sit up from the ground, grabbed the priest's wrist with all his strength and asked: "As long as I believe in the god you just mentioned, I can gain powerful power?"

"That's right!

Look at me, I was originally just a trainee priest who believed in the Holy Light.

As a result, when the undead invaded in large numbers, they couldn't do anything to help. They could only watch one person after another die in pain.

But since I believed in the great God, I can not only purify and cure those infected with the plague, but I can also release magical attacks to destroy undead creatures.

So there is no need to hesitate, come and join us.

I promise you will never regret the choice you make today. "

At this moment, Lanny is like a fanatical believer, preaching to the young man in front of him who has lost everything.

"I do! What should I do next to gain God's approval?"

The young man asked impatiently.

He even stood up regardless of his weak body.

Lanny immediately supported the other person and comforted him softly: "Don't worry. You eat something first, and I will hold the initiation ceremony for you after you recover a little. Otherwise, in your current state, you will not be able to survive until the end."

"Okay, it's all up to you. Food, give me food, I feel like I'm going to starve to death."

After rekindling his desire to live, the young man immediately felt hungry and his stomach kept making gurgling sounds.

Upon seeing this, the nearby soldiers immediately took out the bread and dried meat from their ration bags and handed them over.

The former immediately started to devour it, and while eating, he asked Lanny about the origin and teachings of the God of Contract.

After watching this tragic scene from beginning to end, Jaina couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Alas - another poor man completely swallowed up by anger and hatred. Along the way, Lenny and his church have absorbed many Avengers like this, right?"

“Well, there are probably thousands of people.

But living as an Avenger is much better than becoming a walking zombie.

Moreover, these people are quickly learning how to fight and should be good helpers when dealing with Mal'Ganis.

Also, no more useless nonsense, Jaina.

I know exactly what I'm doing. "

Alsace said as he looked at the growing church.

At this moment, including the fleeing women and children, Lani had gathered a team of thousands of people.

With his powerful ability to cure the plague, he was warmly welcomed by the local residents almost everywhere he went, and he preached vigorously in the local area to convert the original believers of the Holy Light into followers of Zuo Si.

This change has also made Zuo Si's connection with the planet Azeroth even closer, and the power that can penetrate is also increasing day by day.

At the beginning, he could only grant divine spells from zero to three levels, but now he can grant magic spells above six levels.

The number of priests has grown from single digits to hundreds.

Some of them chose to stay in the towns where they lived to continue preaching, but more of them followed the army on the road to Stratholme.

Because Zuo Si knew that in Stratholme, an important border town in the north of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, there were a large number of civilians who had been infected with the plague and needed to be rescued.

The number of priests directly determines how many people can be saved.

After a simple dinner and the sky darkened completely, in a cleared private house, Lanni was leading a dozen priests with the highest level of spellcasting in the church to stand on the floor of the living room in a semicircle, raising their hands high and chanting There were spells that even they themselves didn't understand and didn't understand what they meant.

The rescued young man sat in the center of the drawn magic circle with great expectation.

After a while, the surrounding magical energy quickly gathered towards the center of the circle, forming an energy vortex visible to the naked eye.

But the interesting part is that these energy vortices that can easily tear apart tigers, lions and other beasts not only did not hurt anyone, but poured into the young man's body at an extremely fast speed, causing his body to begin to inevitably expand, as if it were blown up. balloons.

Before he could react to what was happening, a huge human face suddenly appeared in the air, as well as two eyes that could not be described in words.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The young man felt that his mind went blank, his consciousness became increasingly blurred under the violent impact, and his feet involuntarily lifted off the ground and floated in mid-air.

When the surrounding priests saw this scene, their faces suddenly showed incomparable fanaticism, and they chanted the spell even harder, not caring at all about the magical energy being drained away.

Even though his face was pale and he was severely overdrawn, he had no intention of backing down.

Facts have proven that faith is more likely to develop in places filled with danger, war, poverty, and hunger.

On the contrary, those wealthy and prosperous places have very little demand for this aspect, and even respond with contempt and disdain.

Obviously, the Curse Sect and the Lich King behind it indirectly helped Zuo Si a big favor.

Otherwise, it would probably take decades or even hundreds of years for him to get in.

With the help of these fanatical beliefs and the young man's extremely special physique, Zuo Si's consciousness finally forced its way into Azeroth through many obstacles.

When he arrived in this small living room, everyone felt a sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of dazzling spiritual energy suddenly erupted, directly illuminating the originally dark room as if it were daylight.

Then Lanny, the only one who had not passed out yet, saw these spiritual energies turning into threads and pouring into the young man's body while he was dying.

The latter was like a puppet, unable to move at all, and its eyes, mouth, nose and ears all glowed with silver.

I don’t know how long it took...

Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours...

After the entire living room calmed down completely, Zuo Si, who finally succeeded in injecting his consciousness into the container, raised his hand and made a fist, then shook his head helplessly.

“It’s so weak.

This is probably not even 1% of the power of the original body.

And there is no connection to the planeswalker land card, so it is no different from trash.

But it doesn't matter, it's just for temporary use anyway.

Before arriving in Stratholme, I needed to learn how this world casts spells.

By the way, Mal'Ganis will test the strength of the Burning Legion commanders. "

As he spoke, Zuo Si began to sense and gather magical energy, constantly shaping fire, frost, arcane, nature, holy light and other energy effects in his palms.

Although the lack of a planeswalker's spark made this process very difficult, he still mastered a certain amount of spellcasting ability before dawn.

At least there's nothing wrong with rolling fireballs, causing a blizzard, or releasing holy light or natural energy to heal injured people.

In terms of divine magic, since there was only a ray of consciousness descending, I could barely use the nine rings, but that was all.

As the first ray of sunlight shone in through the window, the priests who had fainted in the face of the huge energy impact also woke up one after another.

When they saw the expressionless Zuo Si sitting in front of the dining table, they immediately knelt on the ground without hesitation and spoke words of praise and adoration with great excitement.

Lanny, who was the first to be baptized, burst into tears and said incoherently: "Great God!

You finally appear in front of us.

Without your kind blessing and protection, we mortals would have died long ago under the double attack of plague and undead.

You are our savior!

No!

He is the savior of the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even the Alliance!

Please use your wisdom as vast as the ocean to guide us on how to get out of this terrible disaster. "

“This plague will not end in a short time, and will even break out in a more violent manner in the near future.

If you want to avoid this disaster that is destined to happen, find a way to take your family and friends out on the sea to the more distant Thorn Valley in the south.

Only in that tropical rain forest does hope for life exist.

Don't worry about the trolls in the jungle, I'll take care of it myself. "

Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be full of majesty and gave the answer.

"What? Isn't it possible that even your great power can stop the plague and the spread of the undead?"

Lanny opened his mouth in disbelief.

In his opinion, the God he believes in should be omnipotent.

After all, when the miracle was first demonstrated, the beam of light that could destroy all undead creatures while curing all infected people was the best proof.

Zuo Si replied calmly: "If it can come in a complete form, of course I can do it.

But the problem is that there are too few people in this world who believe in me.

My power can only seep in a little.

Therefore, the evil force behind the plague cannot be solved.

The only thing I can do now is to point out a way for you to escape the disaster and save more innocent people. "

After that, Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently stroked the head of the young priest kneeling in front of him. He imitated the God of Suffering, Irmat, and showed a smile full of compassion and compassion, and his eyes revealed a strong hint and charm effect. of light.

In the blink of an eye, all the priests present were deeply impressed by the kindness he showed. Each one of them swore to follow the footsteps of God, and even death could not make them retreat even a little bit.

Little did they know that the person they were kneeling to worship at this moment was not a god at all, but a big devil from Baator Hell who was good at playing with people's hearts...