An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"But now, there are still a few problems in front of me."

Noshier placed the helmet on the stone bed. The surprise and shock brought to him by the incentive point had passed. Although he had gained the ability to barely protect himself in hell, there were still a few very realistic problems in front of him.

"That gap, that Fallen Sun should be closed soon. The devils must prepare for a bloody battle. It is impossible for them to open such a large portal above their heads under such circumstances, giving humans the opportunity to steal their butts from high altitude."

"But if that portal is closed, how can people who want to save the city go to hell?"

"Maybe Jaheira will have a way, but even so, will they agree to a 14-year-old rookie like me to participate in such a dangerous operation?"

It's impossible no matter how you think about it, let alone them. I didn't even think about going before I got this equipment. After all, with my current strength, rushing directly into hell without the help of this equipment is to die.

"There are more problems than that."

"People still haven't figured out the truth about the fall of Eltoril. Although I know that the mastermind behind this is the Supreme Overseer, Tavis Craig, this guy should still be in Faerun, and has sneaked into Baldur's Gate during the chaos, and is planning to drag Baldur's Gate into hell."

"If I continue to keep this scourge, I don't know what he will do. In other words, I must go to Baldur's Gate first and chop off the head of this venomous snake."

"By the way, Harsin said before that Jaheira and his team have been preparing a rescue plan in Baldur's Gate. I wonder if they are secretly investigating the inexplicable fall of Eltoril?"

"I believe that these heroes who have saved the world more than once must have discovered that something is wrong with this incident. Maybe they are secretly investigating the whole story of this incident. Maybe they have found Tavis Craig..."

"No! In the original history, Jaheira and his harpists should not have gone to the Greenwood during this period! Then What should they be doing during this period of time in the original history? "

"I am afraid they are investigating the whole incident, and finally found the former Supreme Supervisor of Eltoril who was secretly hidden in Baldur's Gate, and got the cause of the whole incident and the solution to this incident from him. "

"But now they have set off from Baldur's Gate and went here to determine whether there is a bloody battle in Hell. No, they should not only want to investigate this, their real purpose should be to directly interrogate the wandering demons and force the demons to find out the cause of this incident. "

"But those demons are just pawns, they don't know the truth of the matter at all, and the Harpers are destined to run in vain! "

"Not good! Not good! They are going in the wrong direction!"

Realizing that he may have accidentally changed the original direction of world history, Noshier became anxious. He didn't expect that the crucial information he had obtained would be leaked at an inappropriate time and thus become disadvantageous to him!

"What should I do? Let Jahira and the others go back? What reason should I use? If my reason cannot convince them or is too suspicious, they will not believe it!"

Noshir covered his head in pain. The experience of the past few days was a bit too tortuous for him. The memories of the past and the experience of the present kept fighting in his brain, making him realize that something was wrong.

If he still wanted to save the situation, he had to dig out the previous intelligence from his mind, and then rely on these scattered intelligence to piece together the context and truth of the matter, and then single-handedly bend the historical process that had already run away like a wild horse back to its original position!

Suddenly, Noshir seemed to think of something.

"No, am I too anxious? It's only been a few days since Eltoril fell. I remember in the official history, it took adventurers several months to drag the ruins of Eltoril back from hell."

"There is still enough time, but I must obtain the cause and evidence of this incident within these few months. Only with evidence can I convince others, and only in this way can all forces be united!"

"I'm afraid I have to take action!"

"I can no longer rely on these heroes in the original history, because the original course of history has been disrupted. If If I don't care, no one knows how the situation will develop! "

"I must first go to Baldur's Gate to chop off the mastermind, the snake head of Tavis, and get the evidence of everything from him, that is, the legendary Hell Box that records the scene of the day when Tavis Craig signed the contract. "

"But now I can only go alone, in the enemy's lair, alone, which is a bit too difficult for me at my current level. "

Yes, although he just got a legendary equipment, at this time, Noshier suddenly figured out why the equipment was so powerful.

Because that legendary equipment, like its original predecessor, is a directional equipment that is only useful when targeting specific creatures.

For Noshier now, when this legendary armor is used to deal with non-evil creatures, its effect is basically the same as air.

"Fuck, I must find allies!"

"Emerald Leisure Garden does not have a secret base in the city, and I can't get support from the organization. "

"But the engine technology of those hell chariots should be enough to convince the Gond believers to devote some of their resources or manpower to help me."

No - not likely.

Nohir rejected it in his heart again. He must go to Baldur's Gate secretly this time. He couldn't make Tavis Craig wary. If he went there riding such a noisy hell chariot, don't say anything. Its top speed may not be comparable to Nohir's flying speed. Just the noise caused by its appearance in the city would make it impossible for Nohir to hide his figure.

"Is there any other possible support? Who else do I know in Baldur's Gate?"

His thoughts went around and around, but he finally discovered that he had no one who could be called a friend in the rotten city of Baldur's Gate.

"No, there should be two more people. Although I don't know those two people in reality, I know their past and their nature. Maybe I can seek help from them!"

"Asdaeron, and maybe Shadowheart, they may still be in Baldur's Gate now."

"But what should their current situation be like?"

A former Selune believer who had been deceived and abducted since he was a child, and whose memory was constantly washed away in the underground secret room of the Temple of Shar. He didn't even know who he was.

One is a vampire spawn who has been forced by his vampire master to drink dead rat blood and eat dead rat meat a hundred years ago. He is unable to walk in the sun and has never gained dignity for a day.

"...To be honest, given the conditions of these two, it's not certain who will help whom."

Nohir lay back on the stone bed in despair, with his huge wings spread out. He was now completely helpless.

And that's when.

Bang-bang!

There was a relatively short knock on the door, and at the same time, a steady and mature voice also came.

"Are you there? Nohir, it's me, Scar."

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