One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 190 The Son of Baal

Leaving the demiplane and returning to Candlekeep, it was already completely dark.

Zuo Si walked alone on the narrow path back to the hotel.

With his agreement with Oghma, the god of knowledge, he knew that he no longer had to worry about threats from the "god".

As for their followers, priests and believers, if they don't open their eyes and come to make trouble...

Then Zuo Si will soon let them understand how he, the chosen one, can win the favor of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and plague.

Of course, if it was an undead creature, the decorative [Day Star] around his waist would come in handy.

He really wanted to feel the effect of using that [War God Possession] card in battle with the blessing of many divine arts.

After all, every mage has a melee dream, and Zuo Si is no exception.

Just when he was less than forty meters away from the hotel, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing by the side of the road.

The other party is none other than Mansong's most trusted disciple, Xi Manmeng.

The man who would keep himself elegant at all times had obviously been waiting here for a long time, and put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Good evening, Lord Sous. If you don't mind, can I spare you a few minutes? "

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. But please hurry up, I'm a little tired today, and I want to go back and rest early."

"No problem. In fact, what I want to say is about the cooperation mentioned last time. I believe you should have heard that with the rise of the Church of Cyric, the situation of Zhentil Castle and the Zhentarim has gradually become more and more serious. Out of control. His Excellency Mansong hopes to join hands with you to clean up a batch of annoying little mice. I don't know what you want?"

Xi Manmeng straightforwardly stated his intention.

Because he was afraid of being interrupted by Elminster who suddenly appeared again, he didn't dare to waste time in circles.

"Against members of the Church of Cyric? You managed to arouse my interest."

Zuo Si raised the corners of her mouth slightly to reveal an extremely dangerous smile.

If there was one of the gods of Faerûn that he hated most, it was Cyric.

In addition, the two sides had already formed a deadly feud long ago.

So whenever there is an opportunity to hunt members and followers of Cyric's church, he is more than happy to join in.

Seeing that Zuo Si didn't refuse, Simon suddenly showed a faint smile, and continued: "The operation is very simple.

I will be in charge of providing you with information, and all you have to do is show up at the appointed time and place, and then kill these unsuspecting idiots.

It doesn't matter if it's the Harpers or any organization you can think of.

Because I will personally be responsible for dealing with the aftermath and making it an ironclad fact. "

"What about the benefits? What can I get from it?" Zuo Si asked unceremoniously.

"Information! No matter what you want to know, we will provide the corresponding information in the shortest possible time. Of course, in addition, my teacher Mansong will also provide some advanced spell scrolls and magic items."

Ximanmeng simply offered the conditions.

You must know that in the continent of Faerun, where information transmission is very backward, intelligence collection and transmission is not an easy task.

And the Zhentarim happens to have a dark intelligence network with sufficient reach.

"Deal. But I reserve the right to make the final decision on all actions." Zuo Si added another item.

"Okay. I think we can start talking about detailed plans now. There are a lot of these nasty rats."

When he said this, Xi Manmeng exuded a naked and undisguised cold and vicious aura from all over his body.

In this way, after the two whispered for a while, Zuo Si got a list and address and returned to the hotel.

This list is all about the secret strongholds of the Zhentarim in Amn, as well as the list of all Cyric believers.

With it, it is easy to catch these mice hiding in the dark and kill them one by one.

In addition, Simamon also promised to gather the Cyric believers in Zhentil Castle as much as possible in the short term, and then plan a massacre.

Through this method of internal and external collusion, the latter's delusion of wanting to seize power is completely destroyed.

But for Zuo Si, this hunting activity is just another way to replenish mana quickly.

After all, since the establishment of the advanced profession [Secretist], his demand for mana has reached a level of hunger and thirst.

He even planned to visit the mage towers of the other seven liches as soon as he returned, to drain all the energy they stored in their daily life.

"Good evening, Your Excellency South. I heard that your amazing words in today's debate have impressed countless scholars from afar."

As soon as Zuo Si walked into the hotel gate, he heard greetings from the owner Winthrop.

He immediately turned around and responded with a smile: "It's not really convincing, it's just throwing out some relatively new ideas. By the way, do you have any recommended delicacies tonight? You know, I'm so hungry that I can eat it soon." A cow."

"Hahahaha! Of course! The main course tonight is goulash with potatoes, as well as garlic roast chicken and mushroom soup, which is perfect for a gourmet like you." Winthrop recommended with a laugh.

This fat man who weighed more than two hundred catties knew very well how picky the boy in front of him, who looked only about ten years old, had a picky mouth.

In other words, Zuo Si is the most picky person he has ever met in his life, not one of them.

So I dare not recommend those "dark dishes" with strange tastes.

"Excellent. Then give me a..."

Before Zuo Si finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and grabbed the hand that was reaching out to her satchel, and then flicked the owner of this little hand on the forehead with lightning speed.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

A girl who seemed to be about the same age as him immediately squatted on the ground covering her head. The place where her forehead was hit was red, and her eyes were full of tears, showing an expression of aggrieved Bala.

"Your movements are too slow." Zuo Si pursed her lips and teased.

"Hmph! I swear! I must steal something from you." The girl gritted her teeth with dissatisfaction.

"Immon, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to steal from customers in the store." Winthrop yelled angrily.

The girl named Aimeng rubbed her red and swollen forehead, stood up immediately and retorted: "Whatever it is! This is just a small game between me and Sous, and he acquiesced."

"Little bastard! Let you not learn well! I have to show you some color today!"

Winthrop directly picked up a small wooden stick and rushed out from the bar.

Seeing that he was going to be beaten, Aimon immediately made a face, and then ran away without saying a word.

The two chased and fled like this, putting on a good show for the guests who were eating and drinking in the hall.

Especially those who have lived in Candlekeep for a long time have long been used to this kind of scene, and they all applauded.

There were even people who gambled on whether the fat Winthrop could catch the nimble little Imoon before his physical strength was exhausted.

"It's a sweet scene, isn't it?"

Elminster, who was sitting in the corner smoking a pipe, suddenly asked with a smile.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's very warm. But it's hard to say how long this kind of warmth will last. After all, the fate of the son of Baal is so rough and full of darkness and blood. You should know this best That's right."

"You know the Son of Baal?" Elminster raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Of course. Imoon, Aberdare, Sarevok, there are three sons of Baal in Candlekeep right now. To be honest, little Imoon's character is innocent and innocent, and he always likes A girl who is mischievous and makes fun of herself, it is hard for me to imagine what she will look like after awakening the blood of the God of Slaughter."

"There are more than three, and you have missed yourself. To a certain extent, you also have the power of Baal, the God of Slaughter, flowing in your body, so you can also be counted as a son of Baal." Elminster said slowly. Slowly spit out a wisp of white smoke from his mouth and added.

"No, you're wrong. I'm not a son of Baal. This remaining divine power will disappear completely in a short time." Zuo Si retorted calmly.

There are still at least nine years before the "Wise Man" Alendo predicted that the son of Baal would cause unrest.

If, as a planeswalker, he still can't handle the two divine powers in his body for such a long time, he can die directly.

What's more, Melissa, the final boss of the Son of Baal incident, was nothing more than a divine creature until the end, not a real god.

Elminster looked into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to tell whether it was a bluff or a plan.

After a full minute, he took out a notebook from his pocket and threw it on the table, and said in a rather helpless tone: "Here, take it. This is all about the research on Silver Fire. Although I don't know I don't want to give it to you, but this is the will of the goddess, and I cannot violate it."

"Oh? Has the newly appointed third-generation Goddess of Magic already gradually assimilated by the priesthood?"

Zuo Si asked curiously, while picking up the notebook and flipping through the contents.

"There is a price to be paid for any power, and gods are no exception. And the god of magic is inherently immune to all things related to magic, even if these magics are evil and extremely destructive."

Speaking of this, Elminster sighed helplessly.

Because during the turbulent years, he once sealed the divine power and priesthood of the dead goddess of magic in his body, and he knew very well how strong that instinctive desire was.

And as the mortal part of the mage Midnight gradually disappears, the third generation goddess of magic has begun to become more and more like a real god, and is even considering taking control of the "Shadow Magic Web" from the dark goddess Shar, and will It is integrated with the existing Ley.

Even if the price is to completely sacrifice his remaining humanity and kindness, and become a neutral, cold and ruthless god of magic.

It took Zuo Si about ten minutes to quickly read all of Elminster's research on the Silver Fire, then took out a card and put it in his notes and returned it back intact.

"We're cleared now. Also, if it's convenient, please send a message to those high-level Harpers, telling them that my patience is limited. If any spies from the Harpers appear by my side, I will Kill them mercilessly, and then find out all the secret strongholds of the Harper Alliance in Amn and drive them out."

While saying these words, Zuo Si turned around and stared at the young woman dressed as a bard a few meters away.

The murderous intent revealed in his eyes instantly made this guy who was playing the piano and singing one second, freeze in place the next second as if he had been hit by a hold spell, and he was sweating all over his body.

You don't need to ask, it's because the [Eye of Knowledge] bestowed by Oghma played a key role.

By identifying the other party's clothing, attire, and the musical instruments and weapons they carry with them.

It was easy to analyze that the woman who had suddenly appeared in the hotel in the last two days was a spy sent by the Harper Alliance.

Just when Elminster was about to say something, Zuo Si unceremoniously spat out a word: "Get lost!"

moment!

The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to stay for even a second. She picked up all her belongings and rushed out of the hotel, disappearing into the vast night.

Even with the presence of the first elector of the goddess of magic, she still clearly felt the threat of death.

What's more, the act of sending spies this time was originally a private act of one of the factions, and Elminster himself had no knowledge of it.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si's sudden attack and the bard's escape caused some disturbance in the inn.

But it didn't take a while for Kung Fu to quickly restore calm.

"You hate the Harpers?"

Elminster obviously wasn't affected in any way, instead he took out the card from his notes and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.

"In my opinion, there is no fundamental difference between the Harpers and the Zhentarim.

No, maybe even more disgusting.

By removing those followers of Cyric, the remaining members of the Zhentarim have at least one definite purpose, and are acting in their own interest.

But the Harpers are a bunch of psychos who think they're upholding justice, but are actually looking for cheap and disgusting self-impression.

Many members of the Harper Alliance feel that they are fighting against evil, but they do not know that while fighting against evil, they themselves have become part of the evil.

Stealing, assassinating, poisoning, cheating, destroying...

See what they're doing is any different than the Zhentarim?

Or is it okay to use whatever means as long as it is considered to be for a good purpose?

I don't deny that harpers have done many good things, but it doesn't mean that this can be a reason for them to wantonly trample on rules and laws and pry into other people's privacy. "

Zuo Si did not hide anything, and directly expressed his dislike for the Harper League.

If the followers of Cyric are psychopaths and lunatics of the evil alignment, then the Harpers are the psychopaths and lunatics of the good alignment.

Due to the decentralized and loose management method, they often act without the permission of their superiors, just because they think it is "right" to do so, causing chaos and damage.

This is why most nations and cities treat the Harpers and the Zhentarim in the same way.

Hearing this sharp accusation, instead of being angry, Elminster showed a wry smile: "It seems that you have misunderstood the Harpists. At least as far as I know, they are not as bad as you describe .”

"No, it's not a misunderstanding, it's that they violated my bottom line. Finally, before I leave, let me state again that I have no interest in your so-called disputes between good and evil, so don't bother me. If One day I stood on the opposite side of the Harper League, it must be forced by you."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the reaction of the first elector of the goddess of magic, stood up and walked upstairs to the guest room.

After all, all that needs to be said has been said, and the next thing to see is whether Elminster can restrain those high-level Harpers who are about to move.

If not, then he will first unplug the stronghold in the Askatra dock area as a warning.

As soon as she returned to the room, Isadora, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately put down the book in her hand, opened her arms and rushed towards Zuo Si, constantly smelling the smell of the latter, with unparalleled happiness and satisfaction on her face.

After about half a minute, she reluctantly let go, her whole body trembling slightly uncontrollably because of being too excited and excited.

Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's soft long golden hair, and asked with a smile: "How are you doing today?"

"Not bad. I have read some books on magic according to your request, and I can probably perceive the magic net in the surrounding environment. But I haven't been able to release any tricks yet." Isadora replied hastily .

"Don't worry. The most taboo in learning magic is impatience. And in the process of learning magic, don't neglect to exercise your spiritual strength." Zuo Si warned seriously.

Obviously, he was trying to make this little guy learn arcane and psionic at the same time.

Anyway, as an aborigine of Faerun, Isadora doesn't need to accumulate so-called "experience points" like in the game, let alone "experience punishment".

In addition, the main attribute of the Psion itself is the same as that of the mage. If you don't make good use of it, wouldn't it be a waste of this inherently powerful talent.

We must know that a girl who can awaken spiritual talent at the age of six may have a high level of intelligence far beyond most people's imagination.

This point can be seen from the fact that the civil strife broke out in the Bernard family before, and Isadora was able to counter-kill the long-planned father without any effort, and even turned him into a puppet under her control.

"Well! I won't let you down." The girl solemnly promised.

Smart, she knows very well that the reason why she can be accepted by Zuo Si is because of her talent that is difficult for ordinary people to match, as well as her rare and rare psychic powers.

If these talents cannot be transformed into strength, the relationship between the two will become estranged sooner or later, or even become strangers.

This is almost unacceptable for a little girl who has lived in extreme loneliness and fear since she was six years old.

It was hard for her to find someone of the same kind who made her feel at ease, comfortable, and had a strong sense of attachment, so she would rather die than be abandoned one day.

In this way, the two discussed some topics about magic in an extremely intimate manner, and then began to eat the dinner served by the innkeeper Winthrop himself.

Of course, Zuo Si didn't forget to take the opportunity to tease the little Aimon, who was obviously beaten up, clutching her butt.

The latter swore angrily that he would take revenge by stealing something from Zuo Si before he left Candlekeep.

I have to say that although I didn't see Grian and Aberdare during this trip to Candlekeep, the fun and interesting Imoen completely made up for the regret.

But Zuo Si didn't know that the reason why he didn't see Aberdell was entirely due to the deliberate arrangement of some people.

At this moment, in the room on the fourth floor of the central castle, Ge Lian had just put his adopted son to sleep, and stood alone on the balcony, blowing the refreshing sea breeze, looking down at the entire Candlekeep.

I don't know how long it took, but when this powerful old mage started to feel the cold, he suddenly asked without looking back: "Jahira, are you sure that the chosen one of the Goddess of Poison and Disease is aimed at Ah?" Is Burdell here?"

"No, I'm not sure. But I can assure you that Sous has the divine power extracted from the heart of Baal, the god of murder, in his body. This means that he may be involved in the son of Baal's death prophesied by Alando. Strife." Slowly Jaheira stepped out of the dark shadows.

"Another extremely threatening factor of instability..."

Hearing these words, Ge Lian immediately showed vigilance in his eyes.

To be precise, since adopting the son of Baal, he has been in a state of tension and anxiety.

Because the value of the Son of God is self-evident to those evil organizations and forces.

What's more, Baal's remaining churches and believers are also collecting the whereabouts of the Son of God everywhere, trying to bring him back for sacrifice, so that the dead god can be resurrected.

Among them, Talona, ​​who used to be the slave god of Baal, is undoubtedly one of the objects to be guarded against.

Jaheira noticed his old friend's reaction and immediately suggested, "Elminster is in Candlekeep right now. Maybe you can talk to him."

"Elminster?" Golian shook his head immediately. "No! He has always been very cautious in his attitude towards the son of Baal, and even thought that one day I would die at the hands of the son of Baal. So I don't trust him."

"Then what are you going to do now?" Jaheira asked with great concern.

"I don't know. Maybe I will take Aberdare away from Candlekeep for a while to avoid the limelight. Waterdeep City might be a good choice."

Ge Lian expressed his thoughts in an uncertain tone.

"In that case, Khalid and I will accompany you for a walk. Anyway, we don't have any special tasks recently, so we just take it as a refreshment." Saying this, Jaheira turned around and glanced at the sleeping man. son of Baal.

But Ge Lian refused without hesitation: "No need. The road from Candlekeep to Baldur's Gate is not too far away. By then, we should buy two tickets and take the sea route to reach Waterdeep City soon. And you Because the harpist is easy to be targeted by the Zhentarim people, it's not as safe as me acting alone."

"Okay, then I wish you the best of luck."

After saying that, Jaheira disappeared into the darkness again without a trace.

...

At the same time, far away in the sewers to the Aska Trawoking mall, Irenicus was receiving a woman at his secret base.

"Are you the person sent by the Emerald Association to contact me?"

Irenicus narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the human mage with long dark red hair.

Unlike those previous contacts, he could clearly feel the amazing magical energy flowing in the opponent's body, and understood that this was a seventeenth-level mage who could at least cast nine-ring spells.

"Hello, Your Excellency Irenicus. My name is Lei Yin. It is a great honor to cooperate with a great mage like you." The woman put one hand on her chest and performed a standard mage salute.

Because the neckline of the mage's robe is very low, you can clearly see the "magnificent" scenery inside when you bend over.

But it's a pity that Irenicus has already made countless clones of the elf queen Alison in the secret base, and even raised three dryads near his bedroom as a tool to vent his desire, so he can't look down on her at all. Looking at the body of a human woman full of blemishes and flaws, she asked bluntly, "What happened to the thing I entrusted you to do last time?"

"Sorry, we failed. The elector of Talona was much stronger than expected. Even if the organization dispatched two white dragons, a centipede worm, and several ice trolls and winter wolves, there was still no test Play the opponent's hole card. But one thing is certain, that is, there is an army of shadows standing by his side."

Lei Yin calmly told about the failure of the emerald association's high-level ambush Zuo Si.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Lord of Talismans, Shangra, she has very rich undercover experience, and knows how to maximize the conflict between the two parties, and then quietly achieve her ulterior purpose.

"Failed?" Irenicus pursed his lips and showed a sarcastic smile. "I remember when you were bragging about yourself, you said that the Emerald Society was as powerful as the Masked Mage."

Lei Yin shrugged her shoulders innocently: "That's what they brag about, it has nothing to do with me. I'm only responsible for passing on the news. In addition, they also asked me to inform you that if you still don't give up on that voter, you must personally Join the ambush."

"Hmph! What a bunch of trash, isn't it?" Irenicus sneered and mocked.

"I completely agree. In fact, I have a better idea. I don't know if you are interested in hearing it." Lei Yin proposed with a smile on her face.

"Oh--"

Irenicus seemed to have noticed something, deliberately dragged out a long sound, and then raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

After getting permission, Lei Yin immediately revealed the plan she had prepared in advance.

Her idea is very simple, and it is not difficult to operate.

That is to let Irenicas pretend to cooperate with the high-level officials of the Emerald Association, and try to get the latter to launch a second attack.

In this way, Lei Yin can go to Zuo Si in advance and establish a cooperative relationship with Zuo Si by selling out the high-level executives of the Jade Association.

After becoming the leader of the Emerald Association, he will use the cooperative relationship to make a bridge, and finally let Irenicus get what he wants.

Of course, in addition to this, she has to complete the tasks assigned by the Lord of Tales, Shangra.

I have to say that the plan proposed by Lei Yin is indeed quite tempting.

At least from the perspective of Irenicus, who dare not face the wrath of a god directly, this is his only chance to understand the power of the gods.

So after thinking about it for a while, he quickly agreed to cooperate.

As for the high-level people who betrayed the Emerald Association.

Sorry, Irenicus has never regarded those idiots as allies, but as tools that can be used.

Now that there are better choices, who cares about the life and death of a group of tool people?

When Lei Yin turned to leave the sewer, Ba Di, who had been hiding in the dark, finally came out slowly, and asked meaningfully: "Do you trust her?"

"It doesn't matter trust or distrust. In my eyes, she is no different from the high-level officials of the Emerald Association. She is a tool that can be used, that's all. By the way, how many descendants have you developed now?" Irenicus suddenly turned around asked.

"About forty or so. What's the matter? Do you want to use them?" Ba Di quickly gave an exact number.

In order to prevent being discovered by the Shadow Thieves, the Temple of the Good God, and the Knights of the Burning Heart, she is often very careful when transforming newborn vampires and spinoffs. Most of the time she still hides in the maze-like tunnels underground in the cemetery area. No attempt has been made to infiltrate those wealthy merchants and nobles.

"Let all these vampires participate in the next attack launched by the Emerald Association." Irenicus ordered straightforwardly.

"You mean...cooperate with that woman openly, and then secretly try to capture the chosen ones of the goddess of poison and disease?"

Ba Di's eyes shone slightly, and he instantly understood what his brother wanted to do.

Irenicus replied with a cold expression: "That's right! Forty vampires, plus several high-level mages, and a large number of monsters and low-level undead as cannon fodder. Even if I deal with it myself, it will take a lot of work." .If that voter can successfully pass this test, I will regard him as an object that can be traded on an equal footing. If not, then come and be my prisoner and test product."

"Understood, I'll arrange it now."

Ba Di licked his alluring red lips, and quickly turned into a bat and disappeared into the dark sewer.

...

Just as the drama of conspiracy and betrayal was brewing in Askatra, the capital of Amn, a long-planned rebellion was also taking place in the Nelanthir Islands far away in the middle of the sea.

The one who launched the rebellion was none other than one of the most trusted subordinates of the "Bloodhand" captain, Eric, who was personally appointed by him to be responsible for raising the ransom.

As for the target of the rebellion, it was naturally Hallett himself.

In fact, the conflict between the two began when the entire pirate gang returned to the sea after paying the ransom.

Harlett lost almost all of his savings due to Mook's rebellion, so when he went back to his old business again, he not only became extremely greedy, deliberately found excuses to deduct his profit share, but also showed his kindness to everyone. Strong mistrust.

You must know that one of the biggest reasons why the title of "Blood Hand" captain has such a high appeal is that the crew can get far more wealth than their peers.

But now, Hallett smashed his own signboard with his own hands, and also lost his original self-confidence.

In the end, the contradictions accumulated and deepened, until one day everyone felt that they couldn't bear it, and they began to secretly elect Eric as the new captain and launch a rebellion.

Looking at the beach full of corpses and Harlett who was half kneeling on the ground with serious injuries, Eric with short brown hair and beard took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression: "Surrender, Captain. It was the last time I called you Captain. I promise, if you lay down your arms and surrender, I will allow you to return to shore with a small boat and two thousand gold coins to retire."

"Bah! Want me to drop my weapon and surrender? Dream!"

Hallett sneered and spat out bloody saliva.

Because he knows very well that there has never been a precedent for a pirate's internal rebellion to end peacefully.

Whether it is the person who initiated the rebellion or the person who suppressed the rebellion, they will kill each other without mercy.

"Well——in that case, then I have no choice but to send you to hell."

Eric sighed slightly, and immediately activated the magic necklace around his neck.

Before the other party realized what had happened, a fireball shot out from the gemstone under the necklace, and then blasted all the diehards including Hallett to the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The soaring flames and heat waves swept everything within a few meters.

No one would have thought that this seemingly big-bodied warrior would actually hide a magic item capable of releasing the three-ring [Fireball Art].

When the scorching magic flames disappeared, the famous "Blood Hand" captain had turned into a charred corpse and completely became history.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the pirates immediately raised their blood-stained weapons and cheered loudly.

"Win! We won!"

"Hallet is dead! Eric is our captain from now on!"

"Long live the great Captain Eric!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of roars and wild laughter can be heard endlessly.

Because the name of Captain "Blood Hand" is so frightening that many pirates who participated in the rebellion thought that their chances of success were very low, and 80% of them would be brutally suppressed.

But now, the pent-up fear can finally be vented.

However, Eric did not join the pirates' carnival, but went straight to Hallett's body, cut off his head with the machete in his hand, and quickly walked into the bushes not far away.

When he saw that familiar figure, he immediately knelt down on one knee and offered the head with both hands respectfully.

"Master, I successfully killed Hallett according to your instructions. Now that I am the new captain of this pirate fleet, please instruct me on what to do next."

"Next step? The next step, of course, is to fight all the pirates in the entire Nelanthir Islands. Tell them to submit or die. There is no other way."

Accompanied by a low and hoarse voice, the man covered in a large robe slowly took off his hood, revealing an old face.

He is none other than Vanessa who put forward the "sea power theory" in an internal meeting of the organization not long ago.

Needless to ask, he knew that the rebellion against Hallett was actually his work.

"But... with our current strength, it is impossible to defeat so many pirates. Once they unite, even Amn's navy will be afraid of three points." Eric said with a look of embarrassment.

But Vanessa responded indifferently: "Don't worry. I will send a group of apprentices who can perform the three-ring fireball technique in a few days. With them, those ordinary pirate ships are as fragile as moving targets. And don't bury the corpses of those dead pirates, I will turn them all into undead creatures and give them to you to control later."

"Undead? Mage?!"

Eric suddenly became excited.

Because in the current naval battle of Faerun, long-range attacks basically rely on catapults, ballistas, bed crossbows and traditional bows and arrows, and the hit rate is quite impressive.

Therefore, most of the time, the pirates don't bother to make that effort at all, but directly rely on them to fight jump gangs and boarding battles.

If anyone's ship has a mage who can cast fireball, it is equivalent to evolving from the Middle Ages to the age of great navigation, and can directly give the opponent a fatal blow from a distance of one or two hundred meters.

Moreover, the mage uses mental power to lock and aim, and the hit rate is many times higher than that of the original artillery.

It doesn't take much, as long as there are two or three such mages, coupled with a fireball wand or a few scrolls, Eric is confident that those colleagues can't find their way.

What's more, there is a large group of undead who have no fear and obey.

"That's right. These apprentices will not only help you defeat those pirates, but also help you establish a city or even a country on this island. As long as you perform well and are loyal enough, I will consider making you a king or lord. But remember, if you dare think any other way, what happened to Hallett is a lesson from the past."

When saying these words, Vanessa's tone was full of warning.

Since he lived in Zhazespor, which is very close to the Racing Strait and the Neilanthel Islands, he was well aware of the chaotic nature of the pirates.

If it weren't for Wilmes and the strange thing being unable to get away for the time being, this new lich even wanted to directly modify the brain of the guy in front of him, turning him into a servant who obeyed forever.

Eric bowed his head deeply, and said in the most humble tone: "Please rest assured, I am not stupid enough to dare to betray a powerful spellcaster like you. It is no different from asking for death. I am not Harlett, nor He is so arrogant. I have always been very aware of my weight, and I have no ambitions. I just hope that I can have a family and live in peace until I die."

"Self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person. I'm glad you are such a person. Alright, now go and accept the legacy left by Hallett. Try to integrate them as soon as possible, and then launch the battle to unify the Nelanthir Islands."

After saying this, Vanessa directly opened a portal to return to the mage tower Zuo Si built in Askatera.

He intends to use the waste and take Hallett's head to the government of Amn in exchange for a valuable bounty.

Watching the Lich leave, Eric also quickly got up from the ground, his eyes were shining strangely, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Build a city and a country on the Nelanther Islands?

Looks like I made the right bet this time.

Dear Captain Bloodhand, thank you for giving me a chance, a chance to change my destiny.

After I become a lord or even a king, I will definitely repay you well.

For example, marry your beautiful daughter who is secretly hidden as a wife, and taste her charming mother by the way.

Don't worry, when my son is born, he will be named Hallett.

I will tell him the legendary stories about you, and let him worship you from the bottom of his heart, and then inherit everything from you..."

After speaking these murderous remarks, Eric quickly returned to his usual righteous and bold appearance, and returned to the carnival pirates to mingle with everyone.

He didn't notice at all that a soul invisible to the naked eye was floating above Harrett's headless body at this moment, exuding an indescribably strong resentment all over his body.

And this kind of resentment makes the soul unable to go to the world of the dead at all, but stays where it is and frantically absorbs the negative energy gathered by the blood and dead bodies around it.

revenge!

This is the last obsession of Hallett's soul.

Especially when he heard Eric extend his sinful hands to his daughter and mistress, the unforgettable hatred instantly broke through the sky, making it inevitable to transform in the direction of ghosts and resentful spirits.

Not only that, but he also plunged into the sea, and merged with the warship that sank on the bottom of the sea, restrained all the souls in the cabin that had not yet gone to the world of the dead, and then used his strong negative emotions to infect and assimilate them.

All of a sudden, the entire seabed was shrouded in eerie darkness...

(end of this chapter)