Broad World

In the Eratan mansion, Aimeng, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, took a shower, had a casual breakfast, and then went back to his room and got into bed and fell asleep. ? .. She sleeps very peacefully, with a faint smile on her mouth, she looks very cute, not as naughty as she is when she is awake.

However, this tranquility did not last long, and after more than an hour, it turned sharply downwards, not only began to frown, but also clenched his fists, his whole body was trembling constantly, his lips were a little pale, as if he had dreamed of something terrible matter.

In the dream, the girl returned to Candlekeep, and once again saw Winthrop, the innkeeper, old Karen, the scholar who had taught her, and the dead Golian. Just when everyone was talking and laughing, Aberdell broke in suddenly. He was covered in blood, his expression was very painful, he opened his mouth several times to say something, but he gave up in the end.

Seeing this situation, Aimeng hurried up to ask for clarification, but for some reason, the distance between the two not only did not tighten, but became farther and farther. Behind Aberdell, she vaguely saw the shadows of two people, one of them was Sarevok who was defeated in the Baldur's Gate turmoil, and the other was Joan Irene who used them to conduct brutal experiments Cass.

Especially the latter, those hollow, cold, and heartless eyes immediately made people feel as if they had entered an ice cellar, and a chill came from the bottom of their hearts instantly, and they couldn't help shivering. In the blink of an eye, Aberdell disappeared from sight, followed by a low voice.

"Don't cling to life...don't rebel against fate...see through pain...feel limitless potential...embrace it...possess it...conquer it...this is Baal's rich legacy...take it into your own hands... ...to become an immortal being..."

As soon as the voice fell, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Although Aimon had never seen this person before. But instinct told her that this was her father. Baal, the god of murder who fell in the Year of Trouble. His eyes were blood red. With a ferocious expression, he suddenly yelled and burrowed into his chest.

A few seconds later, a flame rose rapidly and began to burn violently at the heart. Pain, endless pain, every cell was squeezed rapidly, and finally the whole person turned into coke. But it's amazing. Even though the body is dead, the consciousness is still awake, and there is still a trace of inexplicable power starting to flow from the depths of the soul.

"AH!!!!" Aimeng yelled, and woke up suddenly from the nightmare, and found that his whole body was soaked in sweat, and the silk pajamas were tightly stuck to his skin, revealing the unique innocence of a girl. curve.

She combed her wet hair, panting heavily, and said to herself with a wry smile: "It's a terrible dream, it's almost real. Does this indicate something? Or am I just thinking wildly again?"

"No. That's not wild thinking, nor does it indicate anything. It's the transformation of divinity. Your mortal side is gradually drifting away. If you continue to develop like this, it won't be long before you have to say goodbye to your past and set foot on The road to becoming a god. A road that is envied by countless people, but extremely difficult." Henry pushed open the door and walked in.

His tone of voice was very heavy, and his expression was also a bit ugly. Because this girl almost lost her human qualities just now and became a demigod hero with zero godhead. You must know that the part of Baal's will in her divinity has not been erased. If she really succeeds at this time, she will inevitably be affected, and she might become the nourishment for the resurrection of the God of Slaughter in the end.

Hearing this explanation, Aimeng shivered involuntarily, and asked tremblingly with his arms folded across his chest: "You...you mean that I will forget the past? Forget those relatives and friends?"

Henry walked to the bed, held the girl in his arms, gently stroked her smooth back and explained: "Yes, this is the price of becoming a god. If you don't want to inherit the throne of the God of Slaughter, then from now on Try to suppress the power as much as possible, and at the same time, you can't easily transform into a killer."

"Understood, I don't want to become a god. I forget the past. Thinking about it makes people shudder. By the way, I just dreamed about Aberdare. He was covered in blood, and he looked like he was asking for help..."

Aimeng recounted the dream just now in detail. Now she is more and more worried about her only relative in blood, and she has a vague feeling that something important has happened.

"Has it finally started!" Henry thought to himself in his heart.

You must know that this is not a dream in the ordinary sense, but the connection between the two sons of Baal, Aberdare and Emmon, marking the end of Joan Irenicus' research on divinity. In a sense, this is the opening of the ultimate destiny. In the future, the enemies will become more and more terrifying.

"What? Did you think of anything?" Aimon asked eagerly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, especially the painful face of Aberdare was so real, it was not like a simple dream at all.

"I think the Arcatraz has probably been controlled by Joan Irenicus, and Aberdare has once again fallen into his control, forced to conduct brutal experiments." Henry sighed slightly, and said directly fact. He knew that he had to speed up his movements, otherwise Aberdell might not be able to save him if he continued to dawdle like this.

"What!!" Aimon sat up suddenly, with a shocked expression on his face. She scratched her hair vigorously and cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Damn! I knew something must have happened! What should we do now? Should we go to sea immediately?"

Henry nodded very seriously: "That's right, we will go to sea overnight to try to get to the Arcatraz Prison on Brinro Island as soon as possible. To tell you the truth, my son Allen was kidnapped by a group of dark elves a few days ago , happened to be going to the Underdark Region on the way.”

When he came back, he stopped by the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves Guild and asked Raynor Bloodhead for a boat, and the captain was of course the famous Simon Havarian.

This dude is notoriously fond of betrayal in the game, not only playing tricks on the players over and over again. And the skin is definitely thicker than the city wall. Even if he lied to someone, he is still confident. It's a perfect example of shamelessness. But it seems that it is really impossible to do without him, because many plots appeared at the instigation of this guy. Once they are out of touch, I am afraid that it will be very difficult to find Uster Natha City, let alone save people.

Knowing that they could leave soon, Aimeng asked ecstatically, "Really?!! We can leave tonight?!"

"Yes, just tonight. But not us, just you and me, the others will be left here. This trip is very dangerous. The less people involved, the better."

For Henry, this journey is bound to be accompanied by blood, cruelty and killing, and it is definitely not suitable for teammates with good camps. Especially Seri Love, a rigid paladin girl, might turn her face on the spot once she finds out that she is going to massacre the city. Dragon Girl Hina was a little soft-hearted, which was obviously inappropriate. As for Yao En, forget it, he can't control his nonsense mouth at all.

"Just the two of us! Are you sure?" Imoen asked in surprise.

"It's just the two of us who will go out to sea by boat, and a few people will join us when we arrive on the island. Don't worry, I will arrange everything. Also, you'd better start making preparations right now, especially the spell-casting materials must be prepared." Henry left the room after exhorting.

He still has an agreement with Renault Bloodhead. The vampire's lair must be cleared before leaving. For this reason, Arkanis has already led the elite of the guild to the cemetery area, preparing to destroy the foundation of vampires in one fell swoop, kill all the undead creatures inside, and restore the shadow thief's prestige in this city.

Due to being beaten by a vampire some time ago, a large area of ​​land was lost, and the prestige of the Shadow Thief is not as good as before. Many ambitious bosses are eager to try, although no one has dared to directly challenge Renault's dominance. , but they have already begun to connect in private, and there are so many small tricks.

Obviously, he wanted to use this opportunity to re-establish his prestige, and let those guys who were just about to make a move realize who was the boss of the underground world, so as to achieve the goal of subduing the subordinate guilds without bloodshed. In order to ensure the safety of this operation, the Shadow Thief spent a lot of money, not only recruiting all the elites, but also letting the legendary thief Arkanis lead the team himself.

At noon, at the entrance to the underground labyrinth in the cemetery area, a dozen elite assassins squatted quietly on the ground, and beside them was a guy dressed as a mage controlling a huge stone golem. These people have been waiting here for a long time, but no one complained.

Of course, they dare not complain. Didn't you see that Arcanis, who led the team this time, was squatting on the ground and carving wood very patiently?

Suddenly, a portal appeared out of thin air. Many people immediately drew their weapons, with nervous expressions on their faces.

However, their worries were obviously unnecessary. A second later, Henry appeared on the spot with a tired face. He glanced at everyone first, then spread his hands with a smile: "Sorry, I went to deal with some things, so I'm late."

"It doesn't matter, the strong always have privileges. Come on, it's time for those vampires to see how powerful we are." As he spoke, Arcanis put away the wood carving in his hand, stood up and moved his hands and feet. There were sparks of hatred in his eyes, obviously he was still brooding over the surprise attack by Bodhi last time, and wanted to regain his place in this operation.

But Henry knew that this was impossible. Because the heart of the vampire queen had been taken away by Robert, she was already dead and could not die anymore. He rubbed his dry eyes and asked, "Do you have any plans? Or to put it another way, what special requirements does Bloodhead have?"

The corners of Arcanis' mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile: "Boss said, as long as these little bats are dead, you can do whatever you want, even if it blows up the entire cemetery area, he will be responsible for it."

"Oh? That's really good, I can let go of my hands and feet and have fun." Henry's eyes also shot a cold light. It seems that the shadow thief has already passed the council, otherwise he would never dare to say such a thing. In this case, he can use those extremely destructive spells to his heart's content, and he doesn't have to worry about the ground collapsing after the foundation is destroyed.

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