A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Praise the great goddess of wealth, Wojin, and praise the wise and wise Emperor. May the empire continue to be strong and prosperous forever."

The businessman lowered his head and prayed devoutly.

Because all the subjects of the West Coast Empire know that their emperor is actually no different from a god and can hear his own prayers.

Although he almost never responds, he rarely grants divine spells to certain potential believers.

Especially the businessmen, whenever they mention Woking, the goddess of wealth, they will mention that the Emperor is here to express their respect and gratitude.

After all, the West Coast Empire is one of the few places where merchants can guarantee their property and personal safety. They don’t have to worry about their hard-earned money being forcibly taken by dragons, monsters, bandits, cults, etc.

Under the protection of magic locks and barriers in major cities, any crime will be uncovered if you want to investigate it.

While this group of businessmen were patrolling the once prosperous city of Ser, a bald red-robed mage came over with his men.

He first glanced at the fully loaded airship with very complicated eyes, then took a deep breath and forced out a smile and said: "Everyone, please allow me to welcome you to Serre on behalf of the Parliament. The chiefs are ready. I’ll entertain you with a sumptuous banquet, please come with me.”

"What is your name?"

The slightly obese businessman was obviously the representative of this business group, and had dealt with the red-robed mage more than once. He took a step forward and stuffed a small bag into the other's wide sleeve with a very subtle movement.

The red-robed mage subconsciously pinched it and found that it was a piece of hard stuff. He quickly opened it and took a look, and found that they were all gems worth hundreds of gold coins, more than twenty of them. A flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes. Originally, The very forced smile suddenly became natural.

"Haha, just call me Wenceras.

By the way, the chiefs are taking this deal very seriously.

Because some very troublesome undead and construct creatures appeared in Sazhastan's army.

Not long ago, they captured two cities controlled by the council and a large mining area, resulting in heavy losses.

Chiefs hope to find something to restrain themselves from in your merchandise.

No matter who it is, as long as they can come up with a solution, they can obtain the right to purchase a full five thousand young and middle-aged slaves. "

As the group with the least moral integrity and bottom line in the entire Faerûn continent, this red-robed mage demonstrated with practical actions what "having breasts means you are a mother".

Without any hesitation, he revealed to these businessmen the idea of ​​the chief of the parliamentary faction.

Anyone who knows anything about business negotiations knows that when a businessman knows you urgently need something, he will do something about it.

Starting from the ground up, it's all light.

It wouldn't be surprising if the price could be increased by more than ten times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times.

Because this is the profit-seeking nature of capital and businessmen.

What's more, behind this group of businessmen are two behemoths, the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance. Even the red-robed mages don't dare to offend them easily now.

Without the support of the first two, Sazastan and the parliamentary faction that opposed him would not even be able to fight a decent war, let alone maintain the current scale of the war.

So after getting the information he wanted, the fat businessman immediately turned his head and exchanged glances with several colleagues, and then quietly completed the communication through magic items without speaking.

After doing all this, he smiled and nodded at the red-robed mage, and followed him straight towards the only bright building in the city that was still intact and had not suffered from war.

It was the red-robed mage council that symbolized the highest power of Sere back then. It was a huge building that was a bit like a combination of a castle and a mage tower.

Although the surrounding houses had been destroyed by powerful magic and turned into piles of rubble during the raids, this place protected by powerful magic remained unscathed, and a large number of green plants and fragrant flowers could still be seen. The smell of flowers.

When entering the interior, the first thing you see is a large number of slaves, alien creatures and elite guards.

Even though the people outside are in dire straits and countless civilians are rushing to flee the country, the quality of life of the red-robed mage as the supreme ruler has not been reduced in any way.

They still had endless supplies of delicious food, a wide variety of wine and other beverages, and wore enchanted robes of silk or velvet.

As soon as you sit down, a slave will immediately come forward to massage you, pour tea and water, and even provide special services in public.

Facts have proved that no matter how dilapidated a country is, its upper ruling class will never suffer as much as ordinary people. It may even become a luxury to ensure that they and their families can barely survive.

Of course, this situation occurred entirely because the undead and construct creatures from the West Coast Empire replaced the original inefficient slaves.

The red-robed mages were surprised to find that after there were no living people in Ser, the consumption of various resources, including food, was reduced. All the food, wood, minerals, and herbs produced could be exchanged for money, and then purchased and followed. Magic and war related stuff.

In other words, the money falling into their hands has not become less, but has actually increased.

Because Serre has changed from the original coexistence of production and consumption to a pure agricultural and mineral producer.

Even if there is consumption, it is only to satisfy the desires of a small group of people, rather than to fill the stomachs of more than five million citizens and who knows how many slaves, and to meet their needs for daily necessities as before.

In other words, today's Cyre is a typical resource-exporting country with a sparse population, and also a highly dependent economic structure.

It can only be maintained when the severely over-produced food and minerals can be sold.

Otherwise, once the market is lost, the entire deformed country will collapse in a minute.

This is why both Sazastan and the parliamentary faction know that the West Coast Empire is selling weapons and equipment to each other at the same time, but no one dares to turn against each other.

They know very well that they have become vassals of the West Coast Empire and the Trade Alliance in terms of economy.

In addition, they can't fight, so what else can they do except pinch their noses and admit it?

In contrast, they are more afraid that the West Coast Empire will suddenly cut off trade ties with Cyre, making the mountains of food and mineral resources impossible to sell at all, and they can't exchange them for those undead and construct creatures that can produce and fight.

Obviously, the red-robed wizards made a fatal mistake in this civil war, that is, they did not understand the importance of the market in the economic structure.

Without the market, there is no consumption. Without consumption, no one will buy all the output, and naturally there will be no value.

As for cross-plane transactions, although it is not difficult for the magic power mastered by the red-robed wizards, this kind of transaction is usually based on magic items and valuable items that are easy to carry. I have never heard of any plane merchant trading in bulk items.

One is that it is difficult to transport and store, and the other is that the profit is too low and it is too complicated to sell.

Therefore, the trade alliance led by the West Coast Empire is the only choice for the red-robed wizards.

When the merchant group arrived at the banquet, the chief of the Transmutation Department, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up, opened his arms and laughed, saying: "Ah! I finally waited for you to come again. Please sit down and taste our traditional food of Sel first, and then we will talk about the transaction."

"Thank you very much for taking the time to meet us in your busy schedule. Don't worry, I swear that the new goods this time will never disappoint you."

The fat merchant made a solemn promise.

"Oh? Can you tell me what new things you brought?"

The chief of the Transmutation Department showed an interested expression on his face.

Although the current situation is that the seven factions within the Red Robe Mage have joined forces to fight against the Undead Faction led by Sazastan who wants to centralize power and dictatorship, in theory, they should be the dominant party in terms of military strength and the number of mages.

But the reality is just the opposite. The Parliament Faction has always been suppressed by Sazastan, who is only supported by the Undead Faction.

Although the situation is evenly matched, a chief like him knows very well that the situation on the parliament side is not optimistic.

Because Sazastan has successfully built a powerful military organization with strong execution capabilities and no internal intrigue through complete control of those liches and vampires.

He doesn't need to worry that the people below will pretend to obey, or suddenly betray their teammates for their own interests.

And as more and more graves are dug, the number of undead armies under his command is still growing.

Even though the god of death Kelanvor and many other gods have made it clear that Sazastan's behavior is completely blaspheming the dead, no god or voter has stood up to punish him.

The most important thing is that the undead faction is far more proficient and good at controlling the undead army than other factions.

If the undead legions of the same number fight, the winner will definitely be the undead faction under Sazastan.

On the other hand, the parliamentary faction has almost perfectly inherited all the "glorious traditions" of the red robe wizard.

Whether it is pulling each other's legs and fighting internally, or corruption, smuggling, and accepting bribes, there are endless situations.

Therefore, the Parliamentary Party is actually more dependent on trade with the West Coast Empire than Sazastan.

The reason is very simple!

The latter is almost completely undead, so apart from ambition, there is no other extra desire, and there is no need for a luxurious life. The reason for maintaining trade is that the Parliamentary Party is constantly buying those constructs and undead creatures.

But the former has a large number of living red robe wizards and apprentices, and they need to spend money to eat, drink, defecate, enjoy, servants, and bodyguards.

This expenditure is not a small number, but accounts for more than 30% to 40% of the funding share.

In this situation of one rising and the other falling, if the Parliamentary Party wants to maintain the current situation and even win the war, it must continue to purchase more, better, and stronger weapons and equipment and soldiers from the West Coast Empire and send them to the front line.

"Please allow me to keep it secret for the time being. Because only in this way will you be surprised when you see it later."

The fat businessman blinked mysteriously.

It must be said that if he had behaved like this in the past, he would have been turned into a frog, a bug, or something like that by the red-robed wizard, and then stepped on to death.

You have to know that these guys have never had a good temper, and it is common for them to kill a whole family at any time.

But now, a small businessman dared to tease the chief of the Transformation Department without changing his expression or heartbeat. It seems that he is tired of living.

But the chief of the Change Department did not get angry because of this. Instead, he responded with a smile: "Then I'll look forward to the surprise you bring me. Now I'd better enjoy the food and the beautiful bar."

"Then we won't be polite."

The fat businessman put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then motioned for the rest of the team to sit down and start enjoying the hospitality of the red-robed mage.

Although the decoration and food on site were extremely luxurious, they were very reserved in their eating movements and speed, and many of them even ate just to satisfy their stomachs out of etiquette.

Obviously, these are nothing compared to the food and services that can be enjoyed in major cities in the West Coast Empire.

It's like modern people on earth turn around and look at ancient people. They don't feel that the food, etiquette and enjoyment of those princes and nobles are worth bragging about. Instead, they feel that they are pitiful.

After all, as magic began to benefit the public, the West Coast Empire could be said to be unprecedentedly wealthy in both spiritual and material terms.

All kinds of things that you have never seen, eaten, or played in other places in Faerûn are here. Keeping them will make you happy.

Many wealthy businessmen present had experienced this trick, and the head of the Change Department probably had never seen it himself, let alone other low-level red-robed mages.

Since both parties' minds were not on the banquet, they ended the ceremonial welcome banquet after only thirty or forty minutes.

After all the food and servants were removed, silence quickly returned to the entire room.

Without saying a word, the fat businessman in charge took out a list that was about seven or eight pages thick and handed it over.

The chief of the Change Department took it and glanced at it twice. He immediately raised his head and asked in surprise: "There are actually smoky gunpowder and cannons this time? I heard that these things are strictly prohibited items in the West Coast Empire. Even Lian Ke The Kingdom of Mir has only carried out a small amount of equipment in some key fortresses.”

"Haha, in order to obtain the sales license for these things, we spent a lot of money, time and energy, so the price is not cheap."

The fat businessman grinned with a greedy smile, and his eyes were like a shark smelling blood.

"You should know that price has never been an issue for us. I want all the pyrotechnic powder and cannons brought this time."

The chief of the Change Department chose to eat it in one bite without even thinking about it.

Because artillery can play a very good role in field battles, offensive battles, and defensive battles, and transportation and deployment are much simpler and easier than those siege magic towers.

Especially when paired with a flying platform, you can often launch a surprise attack from a high position, causing a devastating blow to the enemy.

The West Coast Empire's aerial gunships have proven their effectiveness countless times in war.

Although the red robes of the parliamentary faction cannot get units like dragon knights that can provide air superiority, it is still no problem to get some pterosaurs, dragons, flying dragons, and griffin knights.

What's more, they actually prefer sneak attacks to fighting head-on.

For example, by jointly casting spells to make the entire airship invisible, or hiding it in a cloud of mist, waiting for it to reach the enemy's head, and then suddenly start shelling and dropping bombs for indiscriminate bombardment.

In fact, ever since the West Coast Empire began to use airships, a vehicle that is fast and has no terrain requirements, on a large scale for warfare and transportation, all other forces with some industrial foundation and magic level have been trying to build their own airships.

However, due to the level of technology and craftsmanship, it is basically either too small in size and insufficient in load capacity, or the cost is too high and can only be used as a means of transportation for the powerful and high-level spellcasters.

However, Serge's situation is obviously special. From the moment the civil war broke out, airships were used as weapons in the war.

There are even cases of directly transforming an airship into a mage tower or magic fortress.

However, due to the lack of long-range attack methods such as cannons, the so-called air battles between the two sides were basically a continuation of traditional magic wars on land and sea, with various fireballs, lightning, poison clouds, and ice storms bombarding each other.

They even put primitive siege weapons such as large trebuchets and ballistae onto airships and completely used them as ships floating in the sky.

For ground attacks, alchemy items that explode when thrown downwards can produce strong acid, fire, and poisonous gas. Even more outrageous are those that directly throw rocks.

In short, the red-robed mages, who have always been pragmatic, don't care about primitiveness or not, as long as it is effective and can deal a devastating blow to the enemy.

With the support of smoky gunpowder and cannons, the parliamentary airships would have an advantage in air combat.

At least those ordinary airships without much magical protection will definitely not be able to withstand long-distance artillery salvos. Basically, one side salvo will be riddled with holes and fall from mid-air to pieces.

So for a weapon like this that could change the situation of the battle, Chief Change immediately chose to take it without any hesitation.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't buy them all, then these damn greedy businessmen would turn around and go to Sazastan and sell the remaining cannons and smoky powder to each other.

Since this was not the first time a similar situation had occurred, he was already very experienced in handling it.

“Your true vision and courage are truly unparalleled!

With a leader like you, there is no need for the Parliamentary faction to regain its former glory in Serre!

Please allow me to express my highest respect to you on behalf of the merchants present!

The Parliament will win!

The great Red Robe Wizard Association will be reborn from the ashes! "

The fat merchant's face was full of smiles, and all kinds of praise and flattery words popped out one after another. Those who didn't know would think that he was a fanatical supporter of the parliament.

Little did they know that all this was just for the sake of huge profits.

In fact, he had said countless similar words when he was doing business with the liches and vampires under Sazastan.

As for the opposition and conflict between the living and the dead, the parliament and the dictatorship, these merchants don't care.

Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, it doesn't matter if both sides turn the entire Sel into a desert with no grass.

"Well, don't be happy in a hurry, the real deal has just begun. This time the parliament has given a very sufficient allocation, so we still have a lot of things to purchase. "

The chief of the Department of Change pursed his lips and revealed a faint smile.

The merchant's unconditional flattery undoubtedly benefited him and the other red-robed mages present.

Although they knew that these were not sincere, who would not like to hear nice words?

Especially in the current difficult situation where it is unknown how long the war will last.

"Of course! Everything is up to you. But before that, please allow me to recommend you a groundbreaking new product, a good thing that can help the parliament gain the upper hand in the war. "

As he said, the fat merchant put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, and then winked at the entourage outside the house.

The latter instantly understood and directly led people to carry in two boxes that were more than two meters and five meters long and looked very heavy and put them on the ground.

From the extremely strenuous expression and reaction of the people carrying the boxes, it is not difficult to see that the things inside are obviously very, very heavy.

"This is..."

Another high-level ring mage instructor from another faction next to him obviously noticed something, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

"This is the new stuff I just mentioned. "

As he said this, the fat merchant walked straight to the box and kicked open the cheap wooden board with his foot, revealing two human-shaped magic creatures in an instant.

One of them was shining with a silver metallic luster, and it was a kind of construct creature at first glance.

The other was an undead creature made of bones and flesh. The pungent smell of preservative fluid was enough to make anyone with a normal sense of smell feel physically uncomfortable.

But the fat merchant didn't care at all. Instead, he pointed to the undead creature with seven or eight eyes dripping around its head and introduced it proudly: "Please look, this is the masterpiece of the necromancer wizard Master Ludewei after many improvements!

A kind of skaab soldier with an intelligence level close to that of an ordinary person, but who can obey orders 100%.

It not only has a 360-degree vision without blind spots, but can also see through some invisible units and magic deformation.

This means that it will be the most perfect guard in the army, able to instantly detect spies who sneak in to steal intelligence or sabotage, and find invisible mages and warlocks on the battlefield as soon as possible.

In addition, its skin and muscles have been strengthened, and even without any protective gear, it can exert the same defensive power as thick leather armor.

If it is equipped with special inlaid armor and iron armor, it will not be at a disadvantage in a short time even if it fights head-on with the Iron Golem.

Everyone, please imagine how much is the market price of an Iron Golem?

And this new type of corpse soldier only needs 3,500 gold coins.

Yes!

You heard it right!

Don't need tens of thousands of gold coins!

Don't need 8,000, 7,000, or even 5,000 gold coins!

Just 3,500 gold coins!

When necessary, they can even transform into a death squad and rush into the enemy to release corpse explosion magic and negative energy blood mist containing deadly toxins.

Most importantly, no wizard will complain to the commander that the undead creatures are too stupid, can't understand complex commands at all, and often mess up the carefully prepared plans.

As the saying goes, action is worse than thought!

At present, I have applied for a discount for bulk purchases for everyone in the parliament.

As long as you place an order of more than 3,000 at a time and pay the full amount at one time, you can get a 10% discount on the current price. "

Accompanied by the fat merchant's inflammatory words, the chief of the Department of Change and the ring mage instructors stood up involuntarily, with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

Although they had long heard of the name of the necromancer wizard Master Ludewei and the various stitched undead he created.

Especially the famous "corpse-embedded creatures", which have shown far better qualities than ordinary undead in this war, and are far stronger than those zombies and skeletons that can only rely on stacking numbers. Even the intelligent ghouls are slightly inferior in overall combat effectiveness.

Many necromancers joined the West Coast Empire's Arcane Mystic Society just to meet this master of necromancy and listen to his teachings.

Even Sazastan commented that Ludevic's talent and ability in creating undead creatures was epoch-making.

The skaab creatures he created raised the skill of creating undead to the level of art.

The followers of Orcus, one of the three giants of the abyss, in Faerun, even publicly invited Ludevic to recruit them, and promised that as long as he was willing to be loyal to the undead monarch, he could obtain eternal immortal life and all the taboo knowledge about creating undead.

Unfortunately, the necromancer Ludewei never responded positively, and even ignored him.

"What an incredible masterpiece!

This level of undead creation can actually reduce the price to less than 3,500 gold coins?

How do you control the manufacturing cost?

If you let an ordinary necromancer make it, I'm afraid it won't be done without 15,000 to 20,000 gold coins."

A red-robed wizard who was obviously specialized in necromancy stroked the skabbard soldier in front of him with his hands like a lover, and his voice was filled with unconcealed excitement and admiration.

"I don't know much about the craftsmanship and cost. After all, we are only responsible for sales and not production, and we can't contact the necromancer master Ludewei himself."

The fat businessman was obviously very tight-lipped and didn't reveal even a little bit of relevant details.

Because he knew that the later these craftsmanship and secrets were cracked, the higher the monopoly profit he could earn from them.

The economic hegemony of the West Coast Empire was established bit by bit.

And the cost of manufacturing these skabbard soldiers was much lower than the other party imagined.

After all, all major cities can greatly reduce the requirements for spellcasting levels with the help of magic mazes and multiple spellcasting environments. Originally, a LV9 mage might be required to cast a five-ring spell, but now it may only require a LV3 mage plus the help of several apprentices.

So the cost of this thing is only less than 300 gold coins. Excluding the almost negligible transportation fee, the profit is more than ten times.

"Okay. Tell me how many of these new types of skaab soldiers you have now?" The chief of the Transmutation Department asked directly.

"We brought 300 this time, and the rest will be arranged for production depending on the order situation. How many do you plan to order at once?"

The fat businessman's tone became obviously excited.

Because this is not a small business, but a big business of millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of gold coins.

Even if you only take 15 to 20% of it, you can make a lot of money.

In addition, you can make another profit by purchasing low-priced food, wood, and mineral resources and selling them back to those factories and workshops.

If they can get slaves, the government of the West Coast Empire will pay a ransom to the merchants according to the number of slaves, and give certain preferential policies in terms of taxation.

So although the outside world thinks that the Sel, which is caught in civil war, is already the most dangerous area in the entire Faerun continent, in the eyes of merchants, it is full of gold and opportunities.

Especially for such large-scale merchant groups that can directly connect with the top leaders of both sides, the profit of each dispatch is at least four or five million gold coins, which is even more profitable than robbery.

"If I order 10,000, how long can you deliver it?" The chief of the Change Department probed in an uncertain tone.

Because this order is not only related to how many powerful corpse soldiers the parliament can obtain in a short period of time, but also to the time when Sazastan can delay buying them.

And this time difference is the gap that the parliament can use to launch a large-scale counterattack.

If everything goes well, not only can the lost territory be taken back, but also the front line can be pushed to the area controlled by the other party.

"Ten thousand?"

The fat merchant and the other merchants who came with him had their eyes shining at the same time.

This is a large order worth more than 30 million gold coins.

Once signed, it means that everyone can get enough benefits.

The chief of the Change Department nodded seriously: "Yes, 10,000. The parliament is planning to launch a major battle, so we urgently need enough elites."

"I think it will take about two months."

The fat businessman lowered his head and pondered for a moment and quickly gave a date.

"Very good!

I will pay the full amount of 3,000 first.

I will pay the remaining 7,000 when you ship these 3,000.

Not only that, I can also provide you with a more favorable purchase price."

Hearing that there was a two-month gap, the chief of the Undead Department immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deal with Sazastan, and finalized the deal without hesitation.

"No problem! I promise to deliver it strictly on time."

Even though the fat businessman had seen many big scenes, he couldn't help but feel dry mouth and heart beating wildly.

At this time, he could feel more and more how terrifying the economic hegemony established by the great emperor was.

It is even more exaggerated than the speed of plundering and enslaving the people to accumulate wealth.

Because when people are forced to work under violence, abuse and death threats, their production efficiency is often very low.

But when they start to work hard for themselves and their families, the enthusiasm they burst out will make their production efficiency at least several times, even dozens of times, higher than the former.

These red-robed mages in front of us are the best example.

You must know that since the outbreak of the civil war, the production of grain, meat, eggs, fruits, wine, wood, gems, ores and various metals in the whole of Sel has not decreased but has been rising steadily.

To be precise, after the large-scale exodus of the population, they quickly discovered that when they no longer needed to "waste" food and other resources to feed those civilians who could not create much value, foreign trade income began to increase significantly, and disposable wealth increased in a visible way.

In order to maintain this unprecedented "prosperity", both sides began to drive away civilians and even turned civilians into slaves and sold them.

Not only that!

They also unprecedentedly replaced ordinary undead creatures with low production efficiency, and spent a lot of money to buy undead and constructs specialized in various production labors from the West Coast Empire.

In this way, the trade between the two parties is maintained in a very delicate balance.

Although Searle spent a large amount of gold coins on purchases every year, they were able to make similar profits from selling agricultural products, minerals and natural resources.

To put it in a simpler way, the import and export volume is basically the same, there is no obvious fiscal deficit, and the entire trade cycle can be maintained.

The West Coast Empire obtained a large amount of cheap agricultural products and raw materials from trade to meet its increasing demand for various resources for its own development.

The chief of the Department of Change nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! You can start introducing the new construct next to you."

"As you wish."

The fat businessman lowered his head and bowed deeply in the most respectful manner.

He was not bowing to the feared red-robed mage, chief of the necromancy department, but bowing to a buyer who had given him a large order of tens of millions of gold coins.

In this way, he began to talk endlessly to these red-robed mages about this undead killer that was specially built to restrain undead creatures.

After a while, the red-robed mages from the parliamentary faction excitedly placed another large order.

By the time this transaction was over, the cargo carried on the giant airship had been cleared away and replaced with local specialties purchased in Sale.

When the fixed ropes were released and the airship slowly took off and flew towards the west, the master of talismans disguised as a high-level Tour Master - Plamon "Frost Seal" Rakeisk couldn't help but pursed his lips and sighed. : "If this continues, it won't take a few years for Serge and the red-robed mage organization to become puppets indirectly controlled by their masters."

"oh?

are you sure?

I don't think the ambitious Sazastan will surrender willingly.

I don't even think that those chiefs who think highly of themselves would be willing to have a master giving orders above them. "

Another talisman master and legendary vampire, Xelesha, chuckled and expressed a completely different point of view.

"Humph! This matter does not depend on them, but on the master. Don't forget that the master now is completely different from before."

Plamon "Frostprint" Rakisk pursed his lips and revealed an evil smile.

As a summoned creature of the planeswalker, he could clearly feel how powerful and terrifying Zuo Si was after he became a symbol of evil.

Just for the talisman masters of the entire entangled talisman, each one has received an increase in spellcasting level ranging from LV3 to LV5 simply because of their own level of evil, and they can also obtain priest level and divine power blessings from their masters.

With this epic level of strengthening, just the Tangled Talisman organization lurking within Ser is capable of killing the chiefs of Sazastan and the Parliamentary faction and replacing them.

"But the master did not give us such an order."

Xelesha frowned subconsciously.

"Yes, he did not issue such an order, but it doesn't mean that we can't control the Red Robe Mage Organization from within, right?" Rakeisk hinted meaningfully.

The vampire understood something instantly, raised his head suddenly and asked with a surprised look on his face: "You must have found the place where Sazastan hides his life box, right? Oh my God! This is incredible news!"

"Hahahaha! That's right! To be precise, I have obtained his phylactery."

With that said, Rakisk took out a crown set with a huge red gemstone from his arms.

Through her magical vision, Xelesha could clearly observe the dazzling necromantic arcane aura emitted from above, and immediately asked impatiently: "How do you plan to use this thing? Just take it to a showdown with Sazastan. Should we discuss it with Lagon first?"

But Lakeske smiled and shook his head: "No, no need. Because I have already sent a message to the master, and he should be here soon."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's figure appeared out of thin air in an instant. The whole process did not even trigger the magic network. It was obviously not the use of magic, but another kind of power that overcame magic.

"Owner!"

Rakeisk and the legendary vampire Xeleisha kneeled down on one knee and saluted in unison.

"You got Sazastan's phylactery?"

Zuo Si asked straight to the point.

Although for him, the famous red-robed mage, chief of the necromancy department, has long lost his qualifications as an enemy, this does not mean that Sazastan's status and importance in Faerun have been reduced.

As the only country in the east of the continent that can compete with the Mulhorand Empire, once Ser and the Red Robe Mage organization completely collapse, a superpower similar to the West Coast Empire will rise in the entire east.

Moreover, as the Mulhorand Empire expands, the gods it believes in will also develop and expand, breaking the existing balance, and may even trigger a new round of divine war.

This is not the result that leftists want to see.

That's why he showed up and planned to take care of it a little, so as to prevent these talisman masters from getting away with it.

"Yes, Master. This is the phylactery I found. It is basically certain that it is the crown that Sazastan wore before he transformed into a lich."

Rakesk hurriedly presented the phylactery with both hands.

Zuo Si took it and took a rough look, and nodded slightly: "Yes, it is indeed Sazastan's phylactery. But are you sure this is his only phylactery? You know, although he did not invent the phylactery shattering technique like the great arcanist Ovo, it should be no problem for him to make one or two more backups with his attainments in necromancy."

"Uh, sorry, Master. I don't know much about this."

Rakesk was stunned for a moment, and then quickly gave a negative answer.

"Forget it, let's do this first. You two immediately notify all the lords of the symbols, including Lagon, as well as Demetra Flas and Kaleya, and tell them that I want to see them."

After saying this, Zuo Si disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.