One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 240 A Massacre

In the middle of the night, when most of the residents of Askatla fell asleep, Zuo Si escaped from the communication in the high society of Askatla and returned to the Mage Tower.

Although he himself does not like such a banquet.

But from the moment he chose to accept the title of "Special Advisor to the Council of Six" and became the master of Amn, he had to bear certain responsibilities.

And as the person who started the colonial era of this world with his own hands, Zuo Si believes that he has the obligation to control and guide it so that it does not go out of control.

What's more, the Maztec continent is not as primitive and backward as the Americas in the Age of Discovery.

There is not only its own civilization and country, but also a considerable number of gods and spellcasters.

The reason why Cordell and his gold mercenary group were able to successfully attack so many villages and towns was that the local aborigines had never seen such a large ship, and had never experienced a large-scale attack from the sea, so they were beaten I was caught off guard.

By the time they reacted, this group of vicious bandits had already landed and started burning, killing and looting, causing the entire city and streets to be in chaos, and they were washed away before they could organize resistance.

If it were really a frontal war, the professional army from the continent of Faerun might gain the upper hand or win a few victories.

It won't be long before the huge casualties and supply lines across the ocean will forcefully drag it to collapse.

Especially the wet, dense, and muddy tropical rainforest is definitely the worst nightmare for marching.

So no matter what the point of view, maintaining the peaceful and stable trade between Amn and the Maztec continent is the most ideal way to grab wealth.

After all, any smart person understands that large-scale plunder cannot create any wealth, and it will also cause huge damage to production and markets, and it is also unsustainable.

"Have you dealt with all those troubles?"

Seeing Zuo Si coming out of the portal, Wilmes lazily turned over on the pile of gold coins.

She has not left the lair under the mage's tower for more than half a year, and enjoys the attentive service of kobolds and goblins every day. She seems to be neither energetic nor vigilant, and she is basically a "dead dragon".

"Well, it's all over. I've reached an agreement with Amn's council of six, and I just need to wait for Bernard to deliver the profit share on time." Zuo Si replied casually.

"How much can I get?"

As soon as money was mentioned, Wilmes immediately became radiant, and his two lava-like eyes gleamed with naked and undisguised greed.

"I don't know the exact amount, but after deducting the cost of building the port city, it should be no less than 1.5 million to 2 million gold coins per year."

Zuo Si directly gave an approximate estimated value.

Because the share he got was not only the profits from the trade of the Chamber of Commerce, but also a part of the taxes collected by the Council of the Six in Amn for ships heading to the New World.

"How much...how much?!"

Wilmes turned his huge head in an instant, and sprayed two clusters of golden sparks from his nose, to show the unrest in the dragon's heart.

To be precise, if she can remain calm after hearing this number, then she is not worthy of being a greedy and evil red dragon.

"One and a half million to two million gold coins. What, is there a problem?" Zuo Si looked up at the other party with a half-smile.

Wilmes's panting suddenly became heavy, his face was full of envy and jealousy, and it took a full minute before he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Damn! Damn! Why do you always find easy money? How to get the gold coins?"

Zuo Si responded meaningfully: "Because knowledge is wealth. When you have enough knowledge, you can make money easily and happily like me. By the way, during the time I was away, the underground area you were in charge of did not appear. What's wrong?"

"What can go wrong? Except for the fuss when the half-dragon cubs were born for a while, the rest of the time was quite peaceful. Oh, by the way, Ashtelanthal laid three eggs not long ago , is currently incubating. It will be used to strengthen my strength in about half a year."

While saying these words, Wilmes had a cruel expression on his face.

Not only does she have no sympathy for this captive, but she often bullies, tortures and abuses him, forcing him to submit to herself in order to obtain some kind of twisted and sick pleasure.

Fortunately, this guy is a female giant dragon, otherwise, if it were replaced by a male, it would probably have to be imprisoned, trained and so on every day.

For the evil degree of the red dragon in front of him, Zuo Si has long been familiar with it, especially when the victim of the violence is another red dragon, he is not moved at all, and just nodded slightly.

"Then take a good look at these three dragon eggs. After half a year, I will come back and help you hold the corresponding magic ceremony."

"No! It's not just these three! I will continue to impregnate Ashtelance! Eggs! Pregnancy again! Eggs again! It will be completely reduced to a reproductive machine exclusively for me!"

When he said these words, Wilmes' tone was chilling, like a demon crawling out of the bottomless abyss.

Such words of tiger and wolf made the corners of Zuo Si's mouth twitch inadvertently: "It's fine as you like. Also, remember to keep an eye on all dragon-born creatures, and don't let any of them escape. When they grow up, I will But it's useful."

"No problem, it's as easy as eating and drinking for me."

Wilmes agreed without thinking.

As a female red dragon whose physical condition has entered the prime of life, she is born with a strong blood pressure against half-dragon creatures.

Let alone resisting the latter, the latter didn't even have the courage to raise his head and look at each other.

What's more, many of these half-dragon creatures in the underground of the mage's tower are mixed with animals and domestic animals. .

"For the sake of your good performance recently, I brought you some gifts from another world, I hope you like it."

As she said that, Zuo Si took out a bag of shiny diamonds from her pocket and threw them over.

Wilmes, who regards money as his life, immediately caught it with his front paws, opened it and put it on the palm of his hand to observe carefully. After about ten seconds, he asked in an uncertain tone: "What's the matter with these gems? Question, but there is no certain amount of magic energy fluctuations?"

"Actually, I'm not quite sure what's going on. But you can keep them in the lair and let me know when there are energy fluctuations. If these diamonds can really be used as spell-casting materials, then we can It's going to be rich."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored Wilmes' reaction, turned around and disappeared at the stairs leading to the upper floor.

It doesn't take much to ask to know that these diamonds were all dropped by Curry on the way home from the warehouse of a sneaky jewelry smuggler.

The main purpose is to test whether the gemstones on the earth can be used as spell-casting materials.

But now it seems that these gems don't have any magical properties at all, and they can't even be used as containers for storing spells, so they are recycled and thrown to the greedy red dragon.

Wilmes didn't dislike it, he put the diamond back into the bag and threw it in an inconspicuous corner of the treasure pile, planning to wait a year or two before opening it.

Since the dragon's concept of time is completely different from that of ordinary people, Zuo Si disappeared out of thin air for almost half a year, to her, it was like the blink of an eye, and there was no special feeling.

In contrast, Wilmes has developed quite a strong interest in another world, and even considered whether it is possible to grab one and slightly increase the total amount of his treasure.

But none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

Anyway, it is absolutely impossible for him to let an evil and destructive red dragon enter the world that he has booked as a refuge in an emergency.

Not to mention a freewheeling guy like Wilmes, even the relatively rational liches were not taken into consideration.

Just as Zuo Si had just arrived at the upper area of ​​the Mage Tower, Jeffrey, who had studied spells, potions and other knowledge for a day, immediately came to the door and reported in a slightly excited tone: "Your Excellency, according to the information you provided in your notes Thinking, we have successfully restored part of the magic spells in that world into a complete spell structure. If there is no accident, we will soon be able to transform it into Faerun's spellcasting method."

"Oh? What about the spell level?" Zuo Si asked with great interest.

Jeffrey quickly replied: "Judging from the few spells restored so far, most of them are between the zero ring and the fourth ring, and many of them were invented to make daily life more convenient.

This is not very practical for low-level mages who are relatively tight in spell slots.

In particular, there are as many as dozens of cooking, seasoning, cleaning and other spells, which do not have the value of transformation at all.

However, there are also a few spells whose power reaches the level of seven rings, eight rings, nine rings, or even higher.

But these magics are usually quite difficult to restore, and it may take months or even years of trial and error.

Among them, Fiendfire, which uses magic energy as fuel and is extremely malleable, has many similarities with Austrian Fire.

I think it's perfectly possible to take advantage of this indestructible characteristic and develop it further, such as giving it sanity and self-awareness, making it some kind of powerful legendary spell.

In addition, space movement spells such as floo powder and apparition require special magical environment support, and theoretically it is difficult to be compatible with Faerun's magic net.

Finally, it is about the magic wand, a special equipment that can greatly simplify the preparation time for casting spells and strengthen the caster's perception of magic power.

According to the research results of me, Vanessa and others, this technology can be applied to staffs or canes, so that the holder can obtain faster casting speed than the opponent. "

"It sounds good, but keep it secret, don't disclose it to outside members for the time being, and don't put it in the list of redeemable rewards." Zuo Si solemnly urged.

At least before obtaining the consent of the goddess of magic, he does not intend to promote these magical knowledge and technologies from another world.

Jeffrey hastened to assure: "Please rest assured. The current researchers are all core members, and their loyalty to the organization is unquestionable. Moreover, several high-level mages have been included in the scope of investigation. Wait for these people to join and After becoming a core member, both our strength and the manpower for research will increase significantly."

Hearing that the number of liches in the Arcane Society will increase a few more, Zuo Si's face suddenly showed satisfaction: "Good job. What about the potion? Can the potion work normally?"

"Potions should store magic power into a solution in a certain way, and mix with those materials to produce effects, so theoretically it can take effect in all non-dead magic areas.

However, this kind of potion that has not gone through standardized procedures and is made entirely by the pharmacist's feeling, the difference in effect will be very surprising.

We tried to prepare it twice with the materials you brought back, but the difference in the effect of the same potion was astonishingly more than doubled.

So I think it's best to completely transform the true and false descriptions in these potion books into more precise quantifiers.

In this way, not only can the quality of ordinary potions be greatly improved, but also the failure rate of those complicated advanced potions can be reduced. "

Jeffrey was quick to give advice based on his own ideas.

In his opinion, these medicines, which do not need to cast spells and only need to be injected with magic power, can have a good effect, and they obviously have great potential for development.

Especially Fuling Potion, drinking a bottle when doing important things can often have unexpected effects.

Zuo Si nodded approvingly: "You're right. I'm already conducting research on this aspect. If there is no accident, there will be results in about half a year. In addition, do you have any recent research on hand? For a period of time, information on the more active evil dragons near Amn or Waterdeep City? If it’s not possible, there are traces of large-scale migration and gathering of orc tribes.”

"Information about the evil dragon? Traces of the orc tribe? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Jeffrey was stunned for a moment.

"Because I want to use them to test a rather special magic weapon."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth raised slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

"Hmm... If it is to test magic weapons, the orc tribes that are gathering in large numbers near the Silvermoon Alliance in the Northland should be a good choice."

Jeffrey pondered for a moment, and immediately selected the most suitable one from the many pieces of information.

Because orcs are bloodthirsty, brutal, chaotic intelligent creatures that only know how to destroy but never produce, in the eyes of most city-states and countries, they basically do not belong to the category of "human" like goblins, so regardless of killing It doesn't matter how much.

Take Amn as an example, although slavery is legally prohibited.

But if you want to domesticate an orc, wolf man, ogre or goblin as a slave and order it to do all kinds of heavy manual labor, most law enforcement officers will not have any opinion.

They do not belong to "persons" in the first place, so naturally they are not protected at the legal level and cannot obtain the so-called "citizenship".

Only hybrids like half-orcs can barely be recognized at the social level and receive corresponding legal protection.

That's why the mage's tower bred goblins and sold them to the masked mages' guild without any trouble.

"The orcs around the Northern Silvermoon Alliance are starting to move again?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, when he went to Waterdeep City last year, he heard the news from merchants that Silvermoon City was besieged by an army of orcs.

Jeffrey sneered and corrected: "To be precise, they are about to move every year, but they have never approached within 20 kilometers of Silvermoon City.

Except for numbers, these idiots simply don't have any strength that can confront the mage group head-on.

Therefore, the orc army usually just plundered the surrounding villages, leaving thousands of corpses behind, and retreated to the wild forests, mountains, and wastelands.

In the Northland area, this has almost become a kind of tradition.

Powerful adventurers and mercenary squads even regard hunting orcs as a carnival.

Every autumn and winter, they will go out to hunt those orc tribes, and cut off their noses as proof, and bring them back in exchange for bounty. "

"Since they know they can't defeat Silvermoon City, why do the orcs continue to waste their troops in vain? Could it be that they really have some IQ deficiency? Or are they just wanting to vent their inner killing and destruction? desire?"

Zuo Si obviously couldn't understand the logic behind the behavior of the orcs.

In his view, war is to make full preparations and then launch a surprise attack with a thunderous force, destroying the opponent's vital force before it reacts, or occupying important cities and strongholds, no matter how bad it is, destroying the opponent's supply line.

But what are these orcs doing?

Do you go to send heads and gain experience to the army and adventurers of the Silver Moon Alliance every year?

Or do you want to use this method to consume the population that cannot be fed?

Jeffrey noticed Zuo Si's doubts, and immediately explained with a smile: "I think you should not waste your time trying to understand the thinking logic of the orcs. Because they are not much different from the abyssal demons in essence, they are all a group of people. It's a crazy thing. Whether it's organizing people to launch an attack, or looting the surrounding farms and small towns, it's very likely that the chiefs made it up on the spur of the moment."

"Well, it seems that I really don't get along with people from the chaotic camp by nature." Zuo Si couldn't help but sighed.

Due to the habit he developed living in the high tower of the floating city, he always habitually wants to figure out other people's thoughts and ideas, and then analyze their personality tendencies from them, so that he can make some targeted preparations.

However, the freewheeling style of the chaotic camp made its behavior completely unpredictable.

Perhaps the so-called "stupid master" refers to this situation.

Because people in the chaotic camp have no logic at all in doing things, and they don't follow the so-called laws. In many cases, they are not even out of profit considerations, but simply think it is very interesting.

"Do you need me to take you there?" Jeffrey asked very intimately.

"Of course. I've never been north of Waterdeep."

Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

After all, he just wanted to test the power of the "Holy Ball of Physics" in actual combat. Of course, he had to teleport it directly, otherwise it would be too slow to fly there by riding a dragon.

Without further ado, Jeffrey grabbed Zuo Si's arm and began to chant complex spells.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from Askatla's mage tower, and then appeared out of thin air in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away.

Since Faerun has entered winter now, the north is basically covered with snow at a glance.

However, in the open space in the distance, one can vaguely see a huge camp, countless tents made of leather, and bonfires burning like stars.

Even the orcs who claim to be able to endure the harshest natural environment, in this temperature of minus ten to twenty degrees, if they don't warm up to the fire, many of them will freeze to death after one night.

"How many orcs are there?" Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.

Jeffrey glanced at it and quickly replied: "At least 50,000 to 100,000, maybe more."

Hearing this number, Zuo Si was obviously taken aback: "Can the barren land in the North support so many orcs?"

"According to the official records of Silvermoon City, the orcs assembled a huge army of more than half a million at one time.

Some scholars speculate that there are at least three or four million orc tribes living in the Northland.

But the problem is that the orcs are a race that will never engage in production, so they simply cannot support such a large population by hunting and fishing.

Therefore, some people think that these orcs are very likely to be similar to the Battle of the Orc Gate that took place in the Mulhorand region, and they should all come to Faerun from another world through the portal.

Of course, the above statement is not supported by actual evidence.

But the terrible number and reproductive ability of orcs really caused a headache for these city-states dominated by humans, elves and dwarves. "

Jeffrey said all the information he knew about the Northland orcs.

After all, compared to the cowardice of the goblin gods, the orc gods are quite fierce.

Especially Gruumsh, the main god of the orcs, was Faerun's famous first godslayer, killing the sun god of the Mulhorand pantheon in battle.

Zuo Si undoubtedly heard the hint in the other party's words, touched his chin and asked meaningfully: "Do you think if I kill all these orcs, will their gods come to saints or incarnations?"

"It's hard to say, but I think it's better not to take this risk." Jeffrey advised cautiously.

"Relax, I didn't say that I would kill them all. What's more, even if the orc gods send down their avatars, it's not like I don't have gods as the background."

After all, Zuo Si directly took out a sealed metal box from the satchel, and put out all the dozen or so "physics holy balls" he made by himself.

Before Jeffrey had time to react, he saw iron balls spinning at high speed with spikes and blades fly straight to the sky above his head, and then became bigger and bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye , until they became terrifying iron balls with a diameter of two meters.

When these destructive spheres flew to a sufficient height, they quickly used the cover of night to smash towards the location of the orc camp like a meteorite.

An orc warrior on patrol seemed to have noticed something, and looked up at the black night sky.

Just a second later, he heard the sound of howling wind, followed by a huge black iron ball appearing in front of him out of thin air.

I saw that the high-speed rotating blade was not subjected to any resistance at all, and it easily tore off the hard leather armor, and tore open the orc's chest, blood, minced meat and bones were immediately scattered.

In less than half a second, the orc's upper body was completely separated from its lower body, and it was almost ready to be declared dead on the spot.

But if you think that's the end of it, you're dead wrong.

When the iron ball got closer, the sharp thorns all over the surface began to grind his whole body like a millstone, turning into blood mist flying in the air.

No words can describe this bloody and brutal horror scene.

What's even more frightening is that as more and more iron balls fell in such a situation, the entire camp became exactly the same purgatory-like scene.

Whether it was the orcs who were in charge of standing guard, or the orcs sleeping next to the bonfire, none of them could survive if they stood in the way of the iron ball.

In addition, those bonfires that were blown away inevitably ignited all the surrounding tents, forming an endless and spectacular sea of ​​flames.

In addition, the orc army was originally composed of countless small tribes, without any systematic command at all, and the reaction speed to unexpected situations was slower than that of a snail.

All of a sudden, there was a situation of bombing the camp.

After all, anyone who is not a fool will choose to run away immediately after seeing those terrifying iron balls spinning at high speed, instead of rushing up to try whether his body can withstand such a terrible attack.

After a while, thousands of orcs died under the indiscriminate pursuit of the iron ball.

Moreover, most of the corpses of the deceased were mutilated beyond recognition, and not even a complete body part could be found.

As a powerful high-ranking mage, Jeffrey has seen many tragic killing scenes, but the sight brought by these humble iron balls has never been more shocking.

Because this is not magic at all, but the purest physical attack.

Among them, the cutting effect produced by self-rotation is somewhat similar to the blade on the chariot, as long as the speed is fast enough, it can easily cut through everything it touches.

It is this effect that creates the chilling bloodshed before the eyes.

In addition, another impact with automatic tracking and extremely fast speed is very easy to be ignored.

You must know that the impact force brought by the iron ball with a diameter of two meters, its own weight and speed, cannot be resisted by just anything.

Even if it hits the ground, it will cause a slight earthquake in the surrounding area.

A strong orc who seemed to be of the level of a warrior or a barbarian held up a shield and tried to block one of the iron balls from advancing.

As a result, he was smashed into the air like a tattered rag doll, and then fell to his death with a bang, without even having time to scream.

Not to mention flesh and blood, even the walls of the castle may not be able to withstand this blow.

In fact, the iron balls on some breaking hammer engineering vehicles specially used to demolish houses are only about two meters in diameter, and basically they can easily smash reinforced concrete walls when shaken.

Not to mention the "Holy Ball of Physics" that can reach an astonishing speed of up to 300 kilometers per hour.

"Is this the magic weapon you mentioned?"

Jeffrey turned around and stared at Zuo Si like a madman.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of magic principle or inspiration this thing was based on.

Zuo Si frantically absorbed the magical energy and life energy left by the orcs after their death, and used the overflow to upgrade the level of wizards, and replied with a smile on his face: "Yes. What do you think of them? I plan to take some time later Make dozens or even hundreds of them. At that time, even without poison and plague, a city or even a country can be easily destroyed."

"Your inspiration for making these iron balls comes from another world?" Jeffrey asked curiously.

"Well. To be precise, it originated from a sport that wizards in another world are most passionate about and love - Quidditch."

In the next few minutes, Zuo Si roughly explained the specific rules to the Lich around him, as well as the most interesting part of it—the Bludger.

When Jeffrey heard that there would be two iron balls with a diameter of more than 25 centimeters chasing the players at a speed of up to 300 kilometers per hour, he immediately felt his scalp tingle, and then asked dumbfounded: "Are they crazy?" Yet?"

"No, I think they may be looking for excitement through this brush with death. Also, I suspect there should be some kind of magic on the court that reduces the impact force at the moment of contact, so the death rate is not as high as you think According to the principle of the Bludger, I added a little bit of my own understanding, and then created this holy ball of physics."

Saying that, Zuo Si started to control those raging iron balls to shrink one by one and fly back.

When a row of small iron balls stained with blood, minced meat, and internal organs lined up neatly before his eyes, he waved his wand and released "clear spring like water" to rinse the iron balls, and then put them back into the box and threw them into the satchel.

After finishing all this, Zuo Si quickly used the special ability of the land card to open a portal, and said to Geoffrey beside him: "The test is over. Let's go, we should go back."

"As you wish."

Without saying a word, the Lich returned to the Mage Tower with this always unexpected leader of the organization.

As for the chaotic orcs, it took a while to finally calm down, looking at the completely burned camp, completely unaware of what had happened.

Because they didn't see the enemy's figure from the beginning to the end, they only saw the terrifying iron balls flying all over the sky that could easily tear apart the same kind.

Tens of thousands of people were killed or injured without even seeing the enemy, and a third of them ran to nowhere in the chaos.

This situation made the orc chief furious, but he didn't know who to turn to for revenge and vent.

Just when the orcs were at a loss, several human and half-elf rangers who had been hiding in the woods to detect the enemy's movements finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The head of the woman with short gray hair seemed to be exhausted. She sat down on the snow and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Bless the forest goddess, Melika! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it. There are such terrible things in this world."

"Yeah! I bet, those huge iron balls spinning at high speed killed at least 30,000 orc warriors, and the rest were all scared. It seems that there will be no more attacks in a short time Already." Another male ranger also echoed with lingering fear.

"Where do you think those iron balls came from?"

The youngest-looking ranger cautiously asked his companions.

The leading woman smiled wryly and shook her head: "Don't ask me, how do I know. Those iron balls seemed to appear out of nowhere, and suddenly fell into the orc camp and started wreaking havoc, and then disappeared suddenly."

"Maybe it's a spell cast by an archmage or a legendary mage?" The man squatting on the treetop interjected.

"It may be, or it may not be. But it has nothing to do with us. Anyway, what we have to do is to report the whole thing to Ms. Elastre as soon as possible."

After saying this, the female ranger in the lead immediately signaled the team members ambushing around to retreat, and then everyone turned around and headed towards the direction of Silvermoon City, before disappearing into the darkness after a while.

About a few hours later, when the news was sent to the desk of the city lord, Alaszhuo immediately showed a very strange expression, and asked in a half-joking tone: "My dear old friend, are you sure about this information?" Is the description correct? A dozen iron balls with a diameter of more than two meters, with rotating blades, and capable of automatically tracking and attacking at extremely fast speeds, directly killed tens of thousands of orcs and destroyed their camp?"

"It's absolutely true. I personally asked the ranger captain and the team members who brought the right ones, and their descriptions are exactly the same, and there is no sign of being affected by illusion magic or mind charm spells."

A man wearing a senior harper badge answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

Since cities such as Silvermoon City and Waterdeep City are traditional allies of the Harper Organization, the Harper will also provide it with corresponding information when needed.

"It's really weird. If this is true, then there must be an archmage or even a legendary mage who used his unique magic to help us solve a big problem." Elastre said, stroking the hair hanging from his ear .

"There is no doubt about it. But the question now is, who did it? As far as I know, there are no high-ranking mages in Silvermoon City, and I have never heard of any mages using similar magic." The man rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

Obviously, in the eyes of the Harper Alliance, this guy who inexplicably slaughtered tens of thousands of orcs is definitely an out-and-out dangerous element, and needs to be investigated and focused on as soon as possible.

Especially the terrifying iron ball magic, if it is used on one's own people in reverse, it will definitely be a nightmare.

"Regarding this point, I think you can pay more attention to the reaction of the orcs. Because they definitely want to know who did all this more than you now." Alustriol reminded with a very playful blink of his eyes.

"You're right! With the orc's character of vengeance, he will definitely want to find out and kill the person who made all this." The man nodded thoughtfully. "What should we do if we find this person?"

Elastra smiled and replied: "It's very simple. Invite him to come to Silvermoon City as a guest. I'm curious, what kind of mage would think of inventing this kind of magic to manipulate giant iron balls."

"ok, I get it."

The man clearly realizes that Silvermoon's hopeful woman is having a "sexual interest" in special people again.

However, considering that since becoming the ruler of this city, Alustriol has been fulfilling his obligations with due diligence and making the construction of Silvermoon City better day by day, so no one will care too much about such private life .

After all, as the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic and one of the Seven Northland Sisters, she has a near-eternal life, and has completely different concepts from ordinary people when it comes to feelings and desires.

After sending off the head of the Harper Alliance, Alustria, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, yawned, turned around and returned to his room, took off all his clothes and lay naked on the bed in a very lazy posture. Start trying to pray to the goddess of magic, and ask who did it.

After about a few minutes, she got a name, a name that she had paid special attention to not long ago - South.

"It's the chosen one of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease..." Alaszhuo was slightly taken aback.

But when she wanted to know more about the inside story from the Goddess of Magic, she found that she never got any response.

Because at this moment, Midnight, the third-generation goddess of magic, was sitting in the palace of her own country, looking at the magic knowledge and technology that Zuo Si had just brought back from another world, her face full of relief and joy.

After several minutes, she smiled and muttered to herself: "The judgment of Oghma, the god of knowledge, is indeed correct.

There's nothing like investing in a growing Planeswalker to reap great returns.

If these interesting incantations are converted into spells, then many ordinary people with sufficient intelligence can also learn magic to make their daily life more convenient, thereby increasing and expanding the influence of magic.

Looks like I'm going to have to talk to South sometime. "

At about the same time, the Temple of Knowledge in the Outer Planes.

Oghma was also strolling through the huge library that had just been built in his own country, picking up a book from the books from time to time and reading it with gusto.

Needless to ask, Zuo Si copied these books directly from the British Library and stored them in his mind.

When he returned to Faerun, he immediately passed it to the God of Knowledge through the link on the magic ring.

After the latter obtained such a large amount of knowledge, he immediately restored it into books through divine power, and built this independent library.

Right now, Oghma is full of excitement and anticipation, carefully reading and understanding the knowledge and ideas contained in each book.

In particular, countless books on philosophy, ideology, social development, and natural sciences have brought him unprecedented joy and satisfaction.

Through these books, the God of Knowledge seemed to see a world completely different from Faerun's, a world created by mortals and flourishing beyond imagination.

Especially some intuitive video materials such as photos and video tapes, unconsciously let Oghma get stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself.

In the end, the god could no longer hold back his curiosity, and immediately created an avatar out of thin air to descend into the material world,

However, for the sake of secrecy, he did not inform his followers and the temple, but disguised himself as an old scholar, and entered Askatra alone, intending to visit Zuo Si in the Mage Tower and conduct some necessary discussions with him.

But what Oghma didn't expect was that when he came to the gate of the mage tower, he happened to meet the incarnation of the goddess of magic.

The two powerful divine powers obviously found each other, and immediately looked at each other and smiled.

"What a coincidence." Midnight took the initiative to say hello.

Oghma responded with emotion: "Yes, what a coincidence. If I'm not mistaken, you must have come to Sous to talk about the use of magical knowledge and skills in another world, right?"

"So, you are also here to discuss knowledge about another world?" Midnight asked with a smile.

"That's right. I have a lot of questions, and I need Sous to answer them, or find answers in another world. Since we all have similar goals, why don't we go together." Oghma took the initiative to send a message to the goddess of magic Peer invitation.

"It's my honor."

Midnight readily agreed, walked forward side by side with the God of Knowledge dressed as an old man, and knocked on the closed door of the Mage Tower.

(end of this chapter)