A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Ner'zhul, no matter how much time passes, you are still a dirty rat who only dares to hide in the dark and play tricks. You will never have the courage to stand in the forefront."

Accompanied by a deep, oppressive voice, a stream of green evil energy slowly floated out from the skull, eventually forming a very vague soul projection.

"Gul'dan..."

Ner'zhul looked at this former apprentice with a very complicated expression on his face.

As the former owner of the Skull of Gul'dan, he recognized the orc skull strung on a metal ring at a glance.

I just don't know why there is a human skull on top, and it exudes an extremely powerful and terrifying death magic breath.

But soon, the human skull also released a cloud of cold gray negative energy, slowly converging into the appearance of a human mage, with naked and undisguised mockery in its eyes.

"Ah! It turns out you are Ner'zhul, and you are a complete loser just like Gul'dan described. I really don't know how anyone could take a fancy to a weak-willed piece of trash like you."

You don't need to ask to know that this guy is the legendary mage who was killed by Zuo Si and made into a powerful magic item, Mansong, one of the founders of the Zhentarim.

Obviously, Zuo Si used the ability of the planeswalker to fuse two skulls containing huge magical power into an artifact.

As long as anyone wears this thing on his body, he will be able to obtain a series of enhancements, resistances and immunities including necromantic magic, evil energy and shadow magic at the same time.

Moreover, the originally summoned divine creature, the secondary death projection, also gained new forms and abilities.

Not only can it harvest the soul of the target, but it can also absorb life force and magic power, and cast all the spells that the two skull owners mastered during their lives.

But for Zuo Si, who already has too many artifacts, the biggest use of this thing is actually to listen to two extremely evil souls quarreling, sarcastic, and sarcastic inside.

Since neither Gul'dan nor Manson could escape from the sealed space without permission, the only way they could relieve their loneliness and loneliness was to talk to each other.

Since both of them are arrogant people and are quite proud of their achievements in life, it is not surprising that they would belittle each other and promote themselves.

But the interesting part is that since they can only have contact with each other, no matter how fierce the quarrel is, it doesn't take long for them to reconcile.

That awkward, love-hate feeling was really interesting to Zuo Si, a fun-loving person.

He even wondered if if this continued for decades or even centuries, some strong, twisted, and deformed feelings would develop between Gul'dan and Manson.

After all, as the saying goes, anti-fans are also fans.

If you really don't care at all, who would waste a lot of time and energy staring at someone and scolding someone all day long?

There is no doubt that the appearance of Manshon and Gul'dan put Ner'zhul under tremendous pressure.

Because now he has been dug out of the ice, and at the same time he has lost his greatest support - the Helm of Command. He cannot even control all the undead creatures around the Frozen Throne with the power of his own soul alone. It was like a lamb with its limbs tied to the slaughter.

Since he had been captured and tortured repeatedly by Kil'jaeden before, Ner'zhul was very afraid of experiencing the feeling of life being worse than death again.

After all, with Zuo Si's skillful use of the power of death, the first-generation Lich King had no doubt that the other party could play various tricks with his soul.

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Ner'zhul was the grandson who had been pretending to be Gul'dan for so long after the rise of Gul'dan. He waited until news of his death came back before he dared to take the lead.

Things like dignity and face have long been nothing to him.

So when faced with the ridicule from Gul'dan and Manson, this guy not only had no intention of refuting, but instead chose to lower his head and remain silent.

Because Ner'zhul knew that patience was the most powerful weapon and the only way he could survive crises time and time again.

The more cowardly he behaves, the more others will look down on him and naturally not regard him as a potential threat.

It was by being a tortoise that he successfully escaped the great purge launched by Gul'dan within the orc race. Later, he escaped from Kil'jaeden by begging for mercy without any sense of etiquette and integrity.

Therefore, Ner'zhul implemented the strategy of showing weakness from beginning to end, trying to make himself appear non-threatening.

When others let down their guard, he would suddenly burst out and stab him in the back, completing an epic backstab.

But the problem is that this method obviously doesn't work well in front of Zuo Si.

Because in this field that is more insidious and cunning than anyone else, Zuo Si is also an out-and-out expert. He said bluntly: "Why, are you not happy and excited at all to see you, an old acquaintance? You know, there is no other person in the world who can understand you as well as Gul'dan."

"If I could, I hope I would never see Gul'dan again in my life. Because it was me who mistakenly created this mentally twisted monster!"

Having said that, Ner'zhul stared at the broken soul not far away that was emitting green light of evil energy with disgust.

"So you think you created me?" Gul'dan sneered.

"Isn't it?" Ner'zhul asked calmly. "If it weren't for my guidance, you wouldn't even be able to find the location of the Throne of the Elements, let alone be selected by the Burning Legion to become the first warlock in the history of the orcs."

But Gul'dan obviously didn't agree with this statement, and roared bluntly: "No! My destiny comes from my own choice! It has nothing to do with you!

Even if I don't reach the Throne of the Elements, the Burning Legion will still find me.

Because only I can be the leader who brings the orcs to Azeroth.

Only I can make the orcs drink the blood of demons and become powerful evil orcs.

You are just an old and cowardly waste. You have neither the courage to admit the mistakes you have made nor the courage to face the future that is destined to be dark.

You just keep running away in fear.

But even so, you still became the plaything of fate.

Look at yourself now, tell me what you are doing is different from what I used to do?

At least I have my own ambitions and dare to betray and resist the Burning Legion. "

There is no doubt that Gul'dan's words were like sharp thorns inserted into Ner'zhul's lungs.

Because it's all true, nothing false.

anger!

upset!

ashamed!

The strong emotions caused the soul of the first-generation Lich King to begin to exude a cold and biting aura.

This is the power of death given to him by the Shadow Realm.

Gul'dan also showed no sign of weakness and controlled evil and shadow energy to fight against it.

Although both sides are considered dead, the power they possess cannot be underestimated.

Manson fanned the flames and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it! You know, there are not many opportunities to get permission to go out for fun. If you miss it, you don't know when the next one will be."

"Shut up! You don't need to worry about my affairs!"

Gul'dan turned his head and warned this annoying "roommate", while subconsciously glancing at the master sitting on the Frozen Throne with the corner of his eye.

To be honest, he didn't quite know why Zuo Si suddenly allowed him to come out to meet Ner'zhul, and what was the unknown conspiracy behind it, so he acted extremely cautious, for fear of accidentally messing up.

As everyone knows, Zuo Si had no special purpose at all. He simply wanted to enjoy the two orcs fighting each other, and then consider whether to stuff Ner'zhul's soul into his skull.

This way he can listen to cross talk when he has nothing to do.

After all, you can never imagine what a soul can do when it is imprisoned and extremely bored.

Of course, Zuo Si still hopes that Ner'zhul and Gul'dan can reminisce about the past and connect with each other.

So after taking out the skull artifact, he put on the Helm of Dominance and left the Frozen Throne, went to the rooftop at the highest point of Ice Crown Fortress, raised his hand, cast a summoning spell and whispered: "Isadora, I need it now. you."

The words have not yet been spoken!

A slim girl appeared out of thin air across the distance in space with the help of the planeswalker's land card.

She obviously didn't know that the place she was about to arrive was an extremely cold glacier, so when her thin skirt was blown by the north wind, she immediately got goosebumps all over her body, and she couldn't help but shiver from her mouth and nose. A breath of hot breath.

"It's so cold!"

No hesitation!

Isadora slipped directly into Zuo Si's arms to keep warm. She had no intention of using arcane or spiritual magic to resist the cold.

I have to say that this little trick of hers is really not very clever.

After all, he is also a powerful spiritual master, and his arcane spellcasting level and psychic abilities have reached the ninth level or even the legendary level.

It would be a bit insulting to people's intelligence if they couldn't handle even this harsh environment.

But Zuo Si did not reveal the girl's little thoughts. Feeling the softness and warmth coming from her chest, he randomly blessed her with a spell to endure the environment. He gently stroked the girl's long golden hair and asked with a smile: "How have you been lately? ?Have you seriously studied the knowledge I sent you?"

"certainly!

I've combined psionic abilities with other psychic magic to create a powerful spell-like ability.

It doesn't even need to consume spell slots, and can control and dominate thousands of surrounding targets with just its will.

Even undead creatures that are immune to mind control are no exception. "

As she spoke, a silvery white light flashed in Isadora's eyes, and then dozens of gargoyles standing on the rooftop spire were quickly awakened and knelt on the ground as ordered to express their surrender.

There is no doubt that the ability she uses is the result of Zuo Si's research on the Lich King and the Helm of Dominance during this period, as well as part of the inspiration obtained from the planeswalker spark abandoned by Xenagos, the god of pleasure.

If the girl's mental state was not too unstable, Zuo Si would even want to give Xenagos's spark to her for use.

Because this spark, which can greatly enhance the spiritual power, is really suitable for Isadora, and can maximize the huge potential of her spiritual and spiritual cultivation.

But unfortunately, although the girl's mind is maturing as she grows older, the madness emanating from her bones still hasn't disappeared, it's just being concealed better and better.

Zuo Si was really not sure how much trouble Isadora could cause once she gained the ability to travel through countless time spaces and even the universe.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly and kissed the girl on the forehead, followed by a generous compliment: "Yes, it seems that you are not lazy, and you have lived up to my expectations. Now, I hope you will come. Help me test the power of the Helm of Domination."

"Helm of Dominance?"

The girl subconsciously turned her attention to the ugly-looking silver-white helmet, and immediately felt the powerful power contained inside.

"That's right! It's the Helm of Dominance. It's made with a power called Maldraxxus rune magic. A lot of the magic knowledge I taught you belongs to this kind of rune magic. . Come, put on the Helm of Dominance, and tell me how you feel."

After that, Zuo Si handed over the Lich King's true symbol of the helmet of control.

Isadora would never refuse Zuo Si's request, no matter how great the danger it might contain.

She didn't even hesitate for a second before taking the helmet and putting it on.

moment!

An indescribable force merged with the girl's spiritual power, and suddenly expanded the range of perception thousands of times, almost covering the entire planet Azeroth.

As long as she wants, she can let her voice appear in the mind of any creature at any time.

Especially those undead creatures that are scattered in every corner, they can be completely controlled with just a little bit of power.

Moreover, under the influence of spiritual energy, one can peer into a person's truest thoughts, memories and secrets across thousands of miles of distance.

This feeling even made Isadora think that she had become a goddess.

But soon, another voice began to echo in her mind, and she began to try to pry open the mental protection she had constructed, hoping to penetrate deeply and affect her spirit and will.

Unfortunately, this trick may be useful to ordinary people.

However, when facing a prepared Psion, it basically has no effect other than creating interference and noise.

What's more, Isadora is not an ordinary psychic, but a cruel person who is crazy enough to dare to split her personality into countless parts and then integrate them again.

If she was really forced to do that, she would most likely sort out several people, Gran, to face Zoval in the Shadow Realm every day.

It’s not certain who will go crazy by then.

Therefore, Zuo Si felt quite reassured about Isadora using the Helm of Dominance, and did not feel at all that she would be dominated by the power of dominance.

Not to mention the Shadow Realm, even the ancient god Na Isadora, who has the strongest corruption ability, may not be able to come up with any good solutions.

After about a few minutes, the girl finally took this artifact under her control, slowly opened her eyes and said excitedly: "Soss, I feel like I am the mastermind formed by another personality, with the power of spirit and soul. It is almost infinitely amplified. As long as you nod your head, I can instantly affect more than 90% of the life on the entire planet and make them surrender to you."

"No, no need, because this planet already belongs to me."

With that said, Zuo Si took off the helmet of command from the girl's head and smoothed the raised hair with his fingers.

Obviously, through this test, he has basically determined that the so-called "power of domination" is essentially not much different from the corruption of the Shadow Void, but the focus is different.

It's just that the Shadow Void, represented by the Ancient God, does not pursue control, but makes the other party crazy through constant mental torture, and then gradually accepts the dark thoughts of the Ancient God and becomes its minions.

The commanding power of the Shadow Realm pursues absolute control, making all living creatures and undead completely subordinate to a supreme will.

To put it bluntly, the power of domination represents the order of death in this universe, and the Helm of Domination and Frostmourne are one of the concrete manifestations of this power.

"So you summoned me all the way here just to test the use of this helmet?"

When she said this, the girl's tone and eyes were full of resentment.

After all, the two hadn't seen each other for quite some time since launching the military operation to invade Azeroth.

The most important thing is that the "reward" promised last time has not yet been fulfilled.

"Okay, don't be so angry. I'll find you in two days to fulfill my promise when I have time. I hope you don't have stage fright then."

Of course Zuo Si knew what the other person was thinking, and immediately reached out his hand and gently brushed the girl's cheek to comfort her.

"Stage fright? How is that possible! I have been looking forward to this for a long time. And... I also prepared a little surprise for you."

Speaking of this, a faint blush instantly appeared on Isadora's face, and her eyes showed excitement and expectation, but also a hint of nervousness and shyness.

"In that case, go back and prepare first. I'm looking forward to what surprises you can bring me."

Zuo Si deliberately kept his eyes on the fully developed chest and buttocks for a few seconds, with a strong hint in his tone.

"Trust me, you'll love it."

Isadora swore her promise, then stood up on her tiptoes and hugged Zuo Si's neck and gave her a passionate kiss. She left a lingering look in her eyes, then cast teleportation magic and disappeared.

After she left completely, calm returned to the rooftop of Icecrown Citadel.

Apart from the biting cold wind, white snowflakes and the gargoyles towering on the surrounding black spiers, there was no trace of life at all.

To be precise, all living life has been completely wiped out under Ner'zhul's command.

There are only a few Vrykul villages left within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, and you can barely see anything alive.

Of course, these Vrykul have already surrendered to the Scourge, and even awakened their sleeping compatriots into terrifying undead monsters.

This is why Terenas said there must be a Lich King.

You must know that there are too many remains of giant creatures buried under the ice and snow of Northrend.

Whether it is the Vrykul, different types of giants and dragons, or the ancient trolls and the Loa gods they serve, these powerful undead are out of control and pouring into Kalimdor or the eastern continent. Causing a disaster far more terrifying than the orc invasion.

With the current strength of mortals, we may be able to try our best to win this war, but it will inevitably cause serious damage to our vitality and even lead to the decline and death of species and civilizations.

But now, they obviously have a better place to go, which is the front line of the bloody battle between demons and devils.

At this moment, standing at the highest point of Ice Crown Fortress, Zuo Si could clearly see that under the supervision of the devil officers, high-level undead with sanity such as lich and death knights were continuously arranging their undead army to pass through the portal. .

These guys have no idea what kind of cruel and brutal war they are about to face, let alone the chaotic demons in the bottomless abyss that are completely different from any enemy they have encountered before.

Sudden!

Zuo Si seemed to notice something and asked without looking back: "How long have you been hiding there?"

"It didn't take long, from the time you kissed that blond girl. I never thought that as a god, you would be so leisurely and elegant."

As he spoke, a slender figure shrouded in darkness slowly walked out from behind one of the spires.

She wore dark purple armor and a hood, and held a bone bow that exuded the aura of evil and death. Her eyes were flashing with red light, and her hair mixed with gold and white was flying in the cold wind. It was Sylvanas, the dark ranger who was resurrected by Frostmourne after her death.

Obviously, as the first generation Lich King Ner'zhul lost the Helm of Dominance, this woman who originally had a strong will to resist finally got rid of control and regained her freedom.

Although Sylvanas didn't know exactly what happened, she could already tell from the fact that the Frozen Throne was completely controlled by the devil.

Although the current Scourge no longer obeys the demons of the Burning Legion, they have also fallen into the hands of these demons.

And Zuo Si, who suddenly appeared, was the real master behind those demons.

This means that since the outbreak of the Undead Scourge, these two super forces have been competing on the land of Azeroth.

Judging from the results, Zuo Si, who calls himself the God of Contract, is obviously the biggest winner.

After all, the Burning Legion lost one of its most important commanders, Archimonde, at Mount Hyjal, and was suppressed near the portal from beginning to end, unable to get out.

Looking at the pale and slightly bluish face of the Banshee King, Zuo Si asked with a faint smile: "Why do you think God should abandon the seven emotions and six desires?

As far as I know, there are many gods who are very keen on enjoying the love between men and women.

Some even have dozens or even hundreds of lovers, giving birth to a large number of divine offspring.

So please don’t use your thoughts to speculate on God.

After all, just as there are great differences between people, there are also great differences between gods.

In addition, you specially used your stealth skills to avoid the guards and reach the rooftop. Is this what you told me? "

"No, of course not. I want to know, have you controlled or even replaced the Lich King?"

Sylvanas got right to the point and raised the issue she was most concerned about.

After all, after regaining her freedom, what she is most worried about now is that she will become a slave under the control of others again.

Throughout the life of this Dark Queen, what she valued most was free will, and she even allowed voices against her to appear among the Forgotten.

"Yes, the Lich King Ner'zhul has now been stripped from the Helm of Dominance, leaving only an orc shaman soul with little power.

To be precise, the real Lich King should be this helmet.

Anyone who wears it will instantly become the next generation Lich King, dominating thousands of undead armies.

How about it, do you want to try it? "

Zuo Si handed over the helmet of command very generously.

Upon seeing this, Sylvanas immediately took two steps back subconsciously and refused with a look of hatred on her face: "Take this damn thing away quickly!

I don't want to be a bastard like the Lich King who plays with other people's will.

I'm curious though, what are you going to do with this helmet?

You must know that if the voice of the Lich King cannot be heard for a long time, those conscious high-level undead will soon become restless and lose control. "

Zuo Si fiddled with the helmet of command and replied in a nonchalant tone: "It doesn't matter, they won't live long anyway. Once they join the bloody battle, with the current number of undead natural disasters, they will be quickly lost in a few days at most. Wait. Once the number is reduced to a safe threshold, it will naturally no longer pose a threat."

"So you're asking them to die?!"

Sylvanas's pupils suddenly dilated, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Because she really couldn't figure out why Zuo Si, who had obtained the Helm of Command, chose to destroy the Scourge Legion instead of using it for his own use.

"Sending one's life to death doesn't count, it's simply because the brutality of the bloody battle on the frontline is far beyond the limits of what you can imagine.

The scale of the battlefield on Mount Hyjal was not even a small conflict compared to the bloody battle that lasted for who knows how long.

Generally speaking, the probability that a combatant can survive for more than ten minutes in a bloody battle is only 13%, and the probability of surviving for more than one day is only one in a million. Most of them will die in a very short period of time.

So you can think of it as a giant millstone of flesh and blood.

And these undead can help me save some elite troops, why not?

What's more, you should also be looking forward to seeing your enemy Arthas being hunted down by the enemy in a bloody battle, right? "

Zuo Si stared down at Alsace, who was leading the Knights of the Ebon Blade through the gate, with a malicious smile on his face.

Sylvanas noticed this and immediately pursed her lips and said, "I don't deny that I want to see Arthas suffer misfortune. But rather than die at the hands of the enemy, I would rather kill the enemy myself. Because the pain and torture he gave me has completely turned me into a monster."

"No, you are not a monster yet, you have just lost the good part of your soul. If you need it, I can help you release the other half of the soul in the amulet at any time."

With that said, Zuo Si turned his attention to the pendant around the other person's neck.

Sylvanas subconsciously grabbed the amulet and quickly showed an expression of pain and struggle. After a while, she gritted her teeth and shook her head: "No, I don't want to release this half of my soul yet. Because kindness will Make me weak and even lose my belief in revenge."

"So you plan to continue to follow Arthas and wait for the opportunity for revenge? If I said that I could resurrect you as a high elf right now, would you still choose to continue on the journey of revenge?"

Zuo Si gave another option with great interest.

He really wanted to find out whether the extreme personality of the second among the three Windrunner sisters was born with her, or was it a side effect of having her soul torn apart by Frostmourne.

"Resurrection? You mean I can still look like a high elf!"

Sylvanas's mood instantly became excited, and the red light in her eyes also skyrocketed.

But soon, her expression quickly became extremely depressed, she lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "So what if I am resurrected?

The fall of Silvermoon City and those fleeing compatriots will never forget what I did under Arthas' control.

Countless innocent people died under my arrows.

Their corpses were resurrected into mindless skeletons to continue the killing spree.

Perhaps for me, the only option left for me for the rest of my life is revenge. "

"No, you actually have other choices.

I can send you to a new world where you are a complete stranger and no one knows you.

You can start your life over there.

Of course, you can also bring the loyal little puppy with you if you want. "

While saying this, Zuo Si glanced at the human undead figure guarding the castle gate not far away from the corner of his eye.

You don't need to ask to know that this guy is another dark ranger - Nathanos Blightcaller, a man who makes countless Forsaken people feel envious and jealous, a guy who was chased by Sylvanas when he was alive.

On the way the undead army retreated from the continent of Kalimdor, he happened to meet Sylvanas after becoming an undead, and the two of them started to renew their relationship after death.

It has to be said that based on the common aesthetics of high elves, the three Windrunner sisters have really unique tastes in choosing partners.

Regardless of whether they were the eldest, the second, or the third, they all did not choose their own compatriots but found a human being without exception, and they were all of a strong build with thick beards.

Could it be that high elf men generally lack masculinity or are incompetent in some aspects?

Just when Zuo Si was making malicious guesses, Sylvanas finally could no longer maintain her cold posture and hurriedly asked in a slightly panicked tone: "Where did you learn that Nathanos is with me?" Relationship? I don’t remember anyone knowing about this!”

"Relax, madam, I don't mean to spread this matter around. I just want you to know that I can give you everything you want. But as a price, I hope you can work for me."

Zuo Si laid out the conditions calmly.

Unlike those who have a close relationship with Azeroth, the Dark Queen has no nostalgia for the world of the living since she was pulled up by Frostmourne.

So as long as the conditions are right, she will most likely choose to accept rather than refuse.

"Working for you?"

There was a strange light in Sylvanas's eyes, and she was obviously a little moved.

Because she misses every breath of air she breathed when she was alive, and longs to feel the warmth of embracing her lover again, and to spend a leisurely afternoon basking in the sun, sipping tea, and enjoying delicious snacks and fruits.

Zuo Si was keenly aware of this, smiled and nodded: "That's right.

I appreciate your persistence in your character and your precious quality of having the courage to take on responsibilities and being willing to be reborn at critical moments.

And I have big plans that will require a lot of capable helpers.

And you are one of the chosen ones.

Of course, you can take your time to think about a major issue like this that determines your future destiny without giving an immediate answer. "

"Thank you, I will consider it carefully and respond as soon as possible."

With the last word blurted out, Sylvanas jumped from the highest point of Ice Crown Citadel, quickly jumped in mid-air with the help of shadow energy, and finally landed steadily on the snow-covered frozen soil. .

Seeing his lover return safely, Nathanos immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

It is not difficult to see that, like Sylvanas, he is also the first batch of high-level undead to escape the control of the Lich King.

Just as Zuo Si was enjoying this scene with great interest, a short figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and said in a slightly childish voice: "Teacher, as per your request, I have obtained all the technology and information for making a hyperspace beacon."

"Oh? So soon? You didn't arouse Niv-Mizzet's suspicion, did you?"

Zuo Si suddenly turned around and stared at Sancho, the eldest disciple who came across time and space using the Planeswalker Spark.

In order to keep it secret, the two have not had any contact since they sent each other to work as an undercover agent in Ravnica.

Now Sancho's sudden appearance undoubtedly gave him a huge surprise.

Sancho, who has grown from a boy to a young man, explained with a slight satisfaction: "Please rest assured that the ancient dragon did not notice anything abnormal.

Everything I did was done in secret.

He even thought that I was just a new planeswalker who suddenly awakened the spark and was randomly transported to the plane of Ravnica, and even gave me a lot of help.

Thanks to this layer of identity concealment, I was able to obtain all the information about the hyperspace beacon so quickly.

It's just that I don't quite understand, why do you want this?

Apart from releasing a spark that can illuminate the dark void and attract the attention of all planeswalkers with sparks, it has no other effect at all. "

Zuo Si took the note from his disciple and opened it while replying: "The time-travel beacon will indeed only attract the attention of the planeswalkers.

But what if it was slightly improved and turned into some kind of energy and signal transmission method?

In this way, it can transmit some special information and knowledge to people in different worlds across the dark void, thereby making them interested in it and eager to establish a signal sending and receiving device to get in touch with me as the source.

This means that there is no need to waste time in locating all time and space in the future, or to investigate in person.

Only from the feedback signal can we roughly know the specific situation and potential value of a certain time and space.

In other words, I'm going to shift gears from now on and follow a certain old dragon's strategy of casting a wide net and exploring billions of worlds at the same time.

Because there really isn’t much time left for me. "

"Use a hyperspace beacon to send information and knowledge to the entire multiverse simultaneously?!"

Sancho was completely stunned by his mentor's plan.

Because he couldn't imagine how far Zuo Si's strength would expand in a short period of time if this plan succeeded.

You must know that the power of the planeswalker comes from the energy contained in the spark, and energy is usually continuously obtained through the connection with the land card of a certain time and space.

Therefore, the more planeswalkers connected to time and space tend to be more powerful.

A planeswalker that connects a hundred time and space simultaneously and a planeswalker that connects ten thousand time and space at the same time. The latter is obviously much more powerful than the former.

This is why the older the planeswalkers, the stronger they tend to be.

As the longest-lived Nicol Bolas and the spiritual dragon Ugin are the two strongest people today.

They have been to too many worlds and can draw energy from countless land card connections anytime and anywhere to destroy their enemies.

Not to mention the knowledge and treasures gained during exploration.

Zuo Si nodded with a creepy smile on his face: "Yes. You can think of the technology of the hyperspace beacon as a fishing rod, and the knowledge and information sent out are the bait. The boundless dark void is equivalent to The fish pond, and those who send the information back are the fish that bite the hook. It’s just that what ordinary people want to get when fishing is fish, but what I want to get is a world.”

Gudong!

Sancho swallowed subconsciously, with an expression of shock and disbelief on his face.

Although he had long known that his teacher had a crazy heart hidden under his calm and rational appearance, he never expected that he would be so crazy.

After a while, he took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and asked cautiously: "Then what do you plan to do with the time and space that exposes your own space coordinates?"

"Relax, don't be so nervous.

You should know that I have never been one for destruction and killing.

Generally speaking, I will choose those worlds with sufficient energy to establish connections with them, and collect local knowledge, technology, and mortal souls.

If there are any special resources, they may also support some puppet governments, or simply bring them under their control.

In short, I hate squeezing out all the potential of a certain time and space at once, but prefer to develop and utilize it rationally. "

Having said that, Zuo Si put the notes in his hand that recorded all the principles and technologies of the hyperspace beacon into the satchel he carried with him, intending to get into research immediately after solving the matter between Bronze Sky and the Eternal Dragon.

After all, this thing requires the power of the planeswalker's spark to activate, and it also includes a lot of Niv-Mizzet's derivation of theoretical knowledge about teleportation across time and space.

It's not easy to fully master and improve.

Any improper operation may lead to extremely serious consequences.

Especially if the power of the dark void leaks out, a world might be ruthlessly destroyed and swallowed up like this.

The most important thing is that before that, Zuo Si still needs to meet Emrakul among the three Eldrazi Titans to confirm whether the true ability of the spirit dragon Ugin is what he guessed...