One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 255 Lord of the Six-armed Snake Demon

The steaming heat in the gorgeous bathroom, coupled with the slightly dim lighting, makes everything around look hazy.

Zuo Si was lying in a huge pool at the moment, feeling the hot spring gushing out from the palace of Silvermoon City, every muscle and every cell in her body seemed to relax.

There's no question that there's nothing more rewarding than soaking in warm, warm water after backcountry travel and combat.

Especially the bathroom in Silvermoon City Palace, in order to cater to Alastriol's special hobby of taking a bath and inviting friends and lovers to take a bath together, it was specially built to be very luxurious.

Whether it's the magic lamps hanging on the walls, or the separate large baths, or the lounge chairs placed in the water, it's all a testament to how much this lady of hope loves to take a bath.

There will even be maids bringing in alcoholic beverages and food for the bathers to replenish their strength.

Of course, why do you need to replenish your physical strength in the bath, so you can't go into too much detail, and you understand everything.

Anyway, Zuo Si doesn't need to replenish his strength for the time being.

To be exact, he didn't even soak in the same pool as Erastrio, but was separated by at least seven or eight meters.

Through the hazy white water vapor, one can vaguely see the opponent's slim figure looming in the mist, full of indescribable temptation.

Coupled with that sincerity, tenderness, tolerance, maturity and wisdom, the elect of this goddess of magic almost satisfies all the beautiful fantasies men have about the opposite sex.

It's no wonder that so many people are madly obsessed with Alastriol, and even Sammaster, the founder of Dragon Cult, once bowed down under her skirt.

It's a pity that Zuo Si knows very well that this female "Sea King" will never give up the entire forest for a single tree.

Her own overly "fraternity" character is the biggest problem.

According to legend, Alustriel also once kept the magical portrait of Drizzt Do'Urden, the famous dark elf ranger of the North.

As for what was done with this portrait, only she knew.

So from Zuo Si's point of view, Alastriol may be a good friend and lover, but it's definitely not suitable for long-term living together.

Of course, those perverts who have a cuckold plot and like to find thrills from it are exceptions.

In this respect, Drizzt's choice is definitely the wisest.

Although he also had a good impression of the Queen of Silvermoon City, he was always very clear that with his sensitive identity, it was impossible for him to stand up to her.

While Zuo Si was silently thinking about what the future of the Northland would look like, Alaszhuo on the other side suddenly asked: "Sous, do you have any plans for the future? Or do you have any goals you want to achieve?" ?”

"Intention? If you are referring to the operations in the Nelanthal Islands, Baldur's Gate, and Luskan, the original idea was actually to earn wealth and buy those expensive and exaggeratedly precious magic materials. To put it simply It’s about making money. Apart from that, I don’t have any political intentions or ambitions.”

Zuo Si obviously understood what the Queen of Silvermoon City wanted to know, and decisively gave a clear answer.

In fact, with the opening of the new world, he was far less enthusiastic about Vanessa's original idea of ​​controlling the maritime trade on the west coast of Faerun.

Because you can easily make a lot of money by just getting sugar, salt, luxury goods, condiments, spices, silk, cloth, special steel, etc. from the earth in the industrial age.

And when buying things there, Zuo Si always "borrows" from drug lords, warlords, and gangsters as much as he needs, without any cost at all.

It's just that now that the framework of the entire organization and sphere of influence has been set up, the lich and their apprentices and subordinates are benefiting from it, and it's not easy to stop it directly.

Otherwise, Zuo Si wouldn't even bother to fight the battlefield with the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan.

"Don't you want to build an ideal country according to the idea in your mind? With your ingenuity and ability, it should be easy for the people under your rule to live a prosperous and comfortable life, right?" Ai Laszhuo asked with great interest while lying beside the bathtub.

"Rich and comfortable? Hahahaha!"

Zuo Si couldn't help laughing loudly, and responded while laughing: "Affluence may not be difficult, but ease is never possible.

Because human desires are endless.

When a person feels hungry, maybe a piece of bread, a grilled fish, or even a bowl of rotten leftovers will feel extremely satisfied and happy after eating.

But if a person is full, even if there are delicacies in front of him, he will not be able to eat too much.

On the contrary, when the most basic survival needs and safety needs are met, people will further desire spiritual satisfaction, such as various entertainment.

When all these needs are met, they will further want social status and political power.

I heard that you are the first person in the history of Silvermoon City to be successfully elected High Mage through a popular vote.

Then I believe you should know best how terrible and ridiculous it is to allow civilians who lack sufficient foresight, knowledge and wisdom to vote to decide who is the supreme leader.

And these people are also very vulnerable to incitement.

Often as long as a little spark, it will immediately trigger a large-scale riot.

In other words, most of the time, they don't know what they are doing, and they will quickly and blindly follow the trend just after hearing some rumors, seriously lacking independent judgment.

Not to mention the use of similar methods to determine important policies of a city-state or even a country.

That's why I said that ruling is a very troublesome and time-consuming thing.

The ideal state is for a small group of elites who can understand the sufferings of the people to implement centralized rule, keeping the common people as far as possible from the political field they don't understand at all, so as to ensure the stability of the entire city-state and even the country.

Only by maintaining stability can society develop steadily, and at the same time, the poor at the bottom can also obtain enough income to support their families.

In this regard, you are doing very well.

The stable situation of Silvermoon City for a century and a half has allowed most of the citizens here to accumulate a considerable amount of wealth.

When the common people have money, they will generate purchasing power, and the purchasing power will form a prosperous and stable market, attracting businessmen from other places.

Over time, there will be a steady stream of trade and taxation.

To be honest, Silvermoon City is the city with the least internal conflicts I have seen in Faerun.

Except that there are too many high-level mages that are not easy to manage, everything here looks so perfect. "

"Thank you for the compliment. However, compared to these compliments, I hope to hear your shortcomings and areas for improvement. From the rapid rise of the Neilanthel Islands, I found that you seem to have very unique insights in this regard. "

Undoubtedly, unlike voters like Kelben and Elminster who don't like to get involved in politics, Alastriol is a person with clear political ambitions.

Maybe this root witnessed the fall of the famous elven city Myth Draenor (also known as Comanthor) when she was young, so she wanted to build such a city or even a country all her life.

Among them, the huge and complex enchantment inside Silvermoon City, which is like an elf magic lock, is the best proof.

For Alustriel, magic and the power of the voters are just tools to realize his political ambitions, and the latter is the most important.

Compared with magic knowledge, she prefers to hear some advanced ideas and systems about governing the country.

As long as it can make Silvermoon City more prosperous and prosperous, and strengthen the connection between the towns of the Silvermoon Alliance, she is very willing to listen to and give generous rewards to the other party.

In this way, the two chatted "candidly" in the bathroom for more than three hours before they walked out of the bathroom.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zuo Si always felt that the maid guarding outside the door looked at her in a weird and not quite right way.

After he left Silvermoon City with the team, rumors spread among the maids that the double elector of the goddess of poison and disease and the goddess of magic——Sous, could satisfy Her Majesty the Queen in the bathroom for more than three hours.

You must know that most of the other people came out with a tired face in less than half an hour after entering.

Under the premise of not using magic, anyone who can persist for an hour can be regarded as "extraordinary talent".

And Zuo Si still looks so young, and the future looks promising.

Of course, Zuo Si must not have heard these rumors.

Because when he finished his trip to the Northland and planned to return, he was blocked by Irenicus on the country road outside Silvermoon City.

You don't need to ask, Irenicus went to Neverwinter first but failed to find anyone, and then chased him all the way from Neverwinter to Silvermoon City.

Looking at the elven archmage standing in front of him, Zuo Si immediately asked with a little curiosity: "Why don't you study the saint of Amana Tower in the underground temple, and come all the way to find me?"

"I want to study that artifact scepter."

Irenicus did not talk nonsense, and straightforwardly stated his intentions.

"The scepter of the artifact? I'm sorry, we had an agreement a long time ago. The artifact belongs to me, and the saint belongs to you. So I will not hand over the scepter to you, so die as soon as possible." Zuo Si He flatly refused.

What a joke!

That artifact is now in a fully charged state, and its terrifying power is even enough to threaten the battle incarnation of the gods.

If you hand it over at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the other party a hole card that could threaten your life?

What's more, the magical knowledge and elves' unique skills in Irenicus's mind have long been emptied, and there is no value for trading at all.

"Let's make a condition."

Irenicas obviously has not realized the seriousness of the problem, and is still trying to achieve his goals through transactions.

But Zuo Si shook his head firmly: "I said it, it's impossible. No matter what the conditions are, it's impossible for me to hand over the artifact to you for research. Unless...you plan to start a war with me!"

With the last word blurted out, his eyes suddenly became very dangerous and full of aggression.

"Why? It's just an artifact that has exhausted its energy. In addition, I don't want to keep it for myself, it's just a reference for studying the nature of the power of the gods." Irenicus questioned with a puzzled expression.

"I don't want to explain this, and I have no need or obligation to explain it to you. No way, no way, there is no room for negotiation."

When saying these words, Zuo Si had an unquestionable tone in his tone.

His attitude suddenly made Irenicas feel incomprehensible, and immediately squinted his eyes to find the answer from the subtle changes in expression and attitude.

But in the end nothing came of it.

Even if his head is broken, Irenicus can't imagine that Zuo Si can go to another world to collect the power of faith, and then recharge the artifact scepter.

The two stared at each other in silence for half a minute, and the former took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and asked in a low voice: "Aside from the saint of Amagna Tower and that artifact, what else do you know about gods that are worth studying?" something?"

"Of course! But the question is, can you afford the price now?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.

"what do you want?"

Irenicus obviously learned smart this time, and did not rush to offer conditions.

"It's very simple, help me catch five fire elves that can grant three wishes to mortals. Remember, every fire elf must have three abilities to grant wishes, and one less will not work."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly and offered a price that could definitely be called "demented".

You must know that the fire elves are not good men and women, they are very aggressive and aggressive, and they are very good at escaping.

Even for a legendary mage like Irenicus, it is very difficult to catch one, let alone five.

Moreover, the five fire elves can grant fifteen wishes in total.

Needless to ask, Zuo Si intends to use this method to improve his two most important basic attributes, intelligence and perception.

According to his current understanding of the wishing technique, through this almost omnipotent magic, a certain basic attribute can be increased by up to five points, and it must be completed at one time.

This also means that if you want to increase to the theoretical maximum, you must consume five nine-ring spell slots in one go, as well as a large amount of expensive casting materials and mana.

But the wishing technique given by the fire elf is different, and the wisher does not need to consume anything.

But the disadvantage is that the fire djinn's wishing technique cannot be used by itself, it can only be bestowed on other mortals.

Each genie grants a mortal a maximum of three wishes.

So in theory, as long as there are five fire elves, they can be summoned to collectively make a wish once a day, and one of the basic attributes can reach the highest bonus.

Hearing such an outrageous condition, Irenicus immediately clenched his fists in anger, and questioned through gritted teeth: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I just set out my own conditions. It's up to you to decide whether to agree or not. Anyway, when will you give me five sealed magic bottles filled with fire dwarfs? How can I tell you that there are still those things in this world that can Conduct research on the nature of the gods."

After all, Zuo Si ignored the opponent's reaction, directly opened a portal and led the team through it to return to the mage tower in Askatra.

Watching the portal gradually shrinking and finally disappearing, the anger in Irenicas finally burst out, he raised his hand suddenly and shot a dissociation ray, disintegrating a hard stone not far away into powder, whispering Roaring: "Bastard! You wait for me! When I become a god, I will definitely come back to you to settle this account."

However, cursing is cursing, roaring is roaring, and he finally uses the teleportation to go to the elemental plane of fire to find traces of the fire dwarf.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

On top of that, Irenicas wasn't sure if he could beat Zuo Si as a voter by actually fighting.

So after careful consideration, he finally chose to endure the bad breath for the time being.

But what Irenicus didn't know was that while he was busy exploring the fire elemental plane with extremely harsh environment, his lair had already caught fire.

In the underground temple that originally belonged to Amana Tower, a group of demon worshipers wearing black robes, hoods and bone masks were gathering here to prepare for the sacrifice ceremony of summoning demons.

In order to be able to summon the most powerful demon in the bottomless abyss, they not only got a name written in abyssal language, but also kidnapped a large number of living people as sacrifices.

Right now, this originally sacred temple has been completely stained with blood and death.

The heads of six girls who symbolized purity were brutally beheaded and placed in six corners.

Their headless and naked bodies were turned sideways to form a strange pattern.

In the center of the pattern, blood pools into a small pool of blood.

In addition, there are at least thirty humans, halflings, and half-elves imprisoned in the cage behind.

Among them, several humans were wearing clothes with the holy emblem and marks of the gods, obviously they were the priests of the major temples in the city.

For their twisted desires, these demon worshipers even planned to sacrifice the priests of the gods to please the demons.

Seeing that everything was ready, the leading man in black immediately shouted to his subordinates: "Let's get started! Bring up those sacrifices!"

"No! No! No! Let me go! Let me go! I can give you money! No matter how much the ransom is, I will pay it!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman or noble was struggling desperately, his face full of pleading.

After seeing the other party's cruelty with his own eyes, his psychological defense instantly collapsed, and he was willing to pay any price to survive.

Sadly, devil worshipers are generally not quite right minds.

Compared with money, they obviously prefer power.

So after struggling for a while, the middle-aged man was forcibly pressed next to the blood pool in the middle.

Before he could tell how much he owned, his neck was chopped off with an axe, and blood gushed out from the main artery in an instant, splashing everywhere.

"Great God of Justice Tyr, please save us."

"Lord of the Dawn! Your humble follower needs help now!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't want to die!"

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All of a sudden, all the captives who were still awake were stunned by the bloody and cruel scene in front of them.

Some began to pray frantically to the gods, while others yelled hysterically.

Because they realized that these cruel and tyrannical demon worshipers wanted to kill everyone.

However, the leader of the demon worshipers obviously didn't care about the reactions of these captives, and he still commanded his subordinates in an orderly manner, forcibly bringing them up one by one and beheading them.

Whenever the blood of a living person flows into the pool of blood, the circles drawn with the blood and corpses of pure girls on the ground will become brighter.

When the last captive was forcibly sacrificed, the entire temple of Amaunata was enveloped in an atmosphere of extreme chaos and evil.

The filthy aura from the bottomless abyss is almost undisguised and released from the middle, eroding the spirit, thoughts, consciousness, and even souls of these demon worshipers.

Although strictly speaking, the abyss and hell are the most evil of the lower planes.

But compared to hell with order and rules, the abyss is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence.

Especially the demons born from the abyss, each one is incomparably bloodthirsty, cruel, manic and do whatever they want.

Even they themselves often don't know what they will do in the next second.

Seeing that the passage to the bottomless abyss has been established, the leading devil worshiper immediately took the lead and knelt down, raised his hands and chanted loudly: "Monahil! Allegiance to the most loyal and powerful six-armed snake in the Great Queen Shatar Demon Lord! Please taste these offerings of your life and soul! Then respond to our call to come to the material world! There are countless mortal souls waiting for you to wage a war to harvest them!"

"You are a legend of bloody battles! You are a general who makes countless devils fearful!"

"Please bless us! Let this world fall into war and destruction!"

"May your weapons be sharp forever! Your willing enemies crawl under their feet and tremble!"

Accompanied by the praises and calls of the admirers, the huge pool of blood in the center of the magic circle finally began to respond.

In the next few seconds, it boiled rapidly.

After boiling to the extreme, all the blood began to evaporate into a hazy red mist, and finally slowly formed in the air a demon image with a snake-like lower body and a human female upper body, but with six arms.

Her skin looks very fair, and her facial features are even more glamorous and charming. When standing, she is more than six meters tall, almost reaching the ceiling of the temple.

The six arms hold six different weapons, some are long swords, some are scimitars, some are flails, some are warhammers, and some are spears and two-handed swords.

Almost all of these weapons exude dazzling arcane aura, and it doesn't take much to know that the enchantment level is definitely above +3.

Especially from the amazing destructive power emanating from the body of this snake demon, it is not difficult to see that she has long since broken away from the level of ordinary snake demons, and is an out-and-out secondary abyss lord.

And a demon of this level can be considered number one even in the Bottomless Abyss where there are so many lords.

What's more, the difference between the six-armed snake demon and other demons is that they are more fanatical in war and killing.

Among them, the queen of the six-armed snake demon and the lord of the 531st level of the abyss - Shatali, once led the army of the six-armed snake demon under his command to cause heavy losses to the devil.

It also raised the bloody and violent level of the bloody battle to a level that even many demon lords and devil dukes could not bear.

So in the end, some enemies and devils in the abyss in the sand tower actually signed a secret agreement, and imprisoned them in the prison named "Dark Well" through some kind of conspiracy.

However, there are rumors that the six-armed snake demon queen escaped from the famous prison that trapped countless abyss lords to death, and has quietly returned to the level of her own rule to restore her strength, intending to reintegrate those subordinates who have fallen into chaos and infighting , and then take revenge on the enemy who plotted against him.

Of course, such news from the abyss is difficult for most people in the material world to get access to.

This also led to many people who tried to summon demons, who obviously had the correct name, but failed to summon again and again.

The reason is very simple. These summoned demons are basically either dead or imprisoned by a stronger force, unable to respond at all.

Fortunately, the sub-lord of the six-armed snake demon in front of him has not yet become the defeated party in the tragic civil war, so he answered the call and descended in front of these fanatical demon worshipers.

After a full minute, when the bloody mist completely condensed into a solid body, she began to observe the surrounding environment and the simple and rough magic circle under her feet without any protection.

In the end, Mona Hill confirmed that these small mortals kneeling in front of her actually dared to summon her without any protection. Yuyu said, "You have done well, believers. Now tell me, what kind of reward do you want?"

"Power! Please give us the power of the great abyss!"

The leading demon worshiper suddenly raised his head, his face full of ecstatic expressions.

In other words, almost all devil worshipers without exception want to join and become a member of the devil.

In this way, they have an endless lifespan and great strength.

"Here, drink it, and then you will be blessed by the Great Abyss."

While speaking, Mona Hill fished out a puddle of black blood that had been infiltrated by the power of the abyss from the blood pool that was about to dry up under her feet, and handed it directly to the other party.

Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that all things that have been polluted by the breath of the abyss, without exception, contain terrible poison.

Moreover, its astonishing chaotic power will lead a person to degeneration and madness unconsciously.

But the leading demon worshiper obviously didn't have the professional knowledge in this area, so he didn't even hesitate, and immediately opened his mouth to drink a big gulp of the foul-smelling blood.

next second...

He felt like being bitten by thousands of insects in his body, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop and let out a painful scream.

"Ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, those blood vessels all over every corner of the body began to burst one by one.

In less than a few seconds, the whole person became bloody and bloody, and finally fell to the ground on his back and swallowed his last breath.

Needless to ask, he knew that he couldn't withstand the incomparably evil, filthy, and chaotic power of the abyss.

In other words, in the eyes of the abyss, this guy is far from evil, chaotic, or crazy enough.

The death of the leader undoubtedly made other demon worshipers feel fear.

Even in their dreams, they couldn't believe that they finally summoned a powerful six-armed snake demon, but they got such a result, and their eyes showed panic.

But Mona Hill obviously didn't intend to give these guys a chance to regret, and handed the blood to everyone, and made them drink it in a semi-forced way.

In the end, among the thirty or so demon worshipers, only two were successfully recognized by the abyss, transforming from a mortal into a half-human, half-demon form.

Although the appearance still generally maintains the appearance of a human being, the pair of yellow vertical pupils, which are like beasts, are showing the characteristics of the creatures of the lower plane.

The rest either died tragically or refused to drink, and were easily crushed to death by the serpent lord like bedbugs.

Looking at the two successfully transformed half-demons in front of him, Mona Hill ordered unceremoniously: "Go, go to the city on the surface to collect the materials on this list. I want to create a teleportation Orb, send the army in the abyss here, and then we can start a war to plunder enough souls."

"As you wish, great lord."

The two devil worshipers hurriedly knelt down and made a five-body salute.

From the moment they became demons, their mentality has undergone very subtle changes. They only worship the snake demon in front of them from the bottom of their hearts, and they no longer have the slightest will to resist.

After the two left completely, Mona Hill immediately licked her seductive red lips, and muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "I am really lucky to be summoned to a place full of mortals everywhere." world. As long as I harvest enough souls here, I will be able to obtain a steady stream of reinforcements and finally win the war against Kaliva.”

Undoubtedly, to any demon, the physical world is the equivalent of a wheat field.

And mortals and their souls are like the wheat growing in the field waiting to be harvested.

Only with enough soul sources can the demon lord transform it into soldiers in different forms such as larvae, cowards, imps, etc.

Of course, there seems to be nothing wrong with calling it "cannon fodder".

In one endless war after another, the best of these low-level demons will slowly discover and strengthen their connection with the abyss, and then evolve into a higher-level demon.

Due to the chaotic nature of the Abyss, the evolution of demons is not as stable as that of demons.

In fact, the evolution of demons is completely random.

Searching the entire abyss, there is absolutely no way to find two identical demons.

Even demons that are classified as the same kind are very different from each other.

Sometimes the difference is physical, and sometimes it's natural abilities and spell-like abilities acquired during evolution.

Not to mention those random mutations, even the most senior demonologists don't know what to call them.

Those who have a deep understanding of the abyss and demons are often very clear that it is a meaningless and time-consuming job to classify countless demons.

When a low-level demon evolves into a high-level demon, its identity will change from the original cannon fodder to the right hand of the commander, general, and lord.

However, this relationship is not secure.

Because the devil obeys the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong.

Unless the lord can always remain far stronger than his subordinates, betrayal may happen at any moment in the next second, and there is not even the slightest warning before.

Compared with other demons in the abyss, the six-armed snake demon is actually a more "loyal" type.

They would not otherwise be the favorite advisors, consorts, lovers, and commanders of armies of many demon lords.

But this loyalty is only relative to other demons.

Soon, Mona Hill summoned several subordinates from the abyss with the ability of her subordinate demon lord, and began to transform the hidden underground temple.

You must know that summoning an army of demons in Faerun is not an easy task.

Due to the presence of the gods, all preparations must be done with great care.

Otherwise, once it is exposed, there will be a steady stream of "adventurers" waiting for the hexapod, enough to make the entire multiverse fearful.

Not to mention a mere secondary abyss lord, even the most powerful demon prince, Demogorgon, would be killed.

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At the same time, it is located in the basement of Askatra Mage Tower.

Zuo Si, who had just finished her trip to the North, was carefully handling the bodies of the two deceased.

One of them was a human warrior who was killed in the previous raid on the lair of the Lord of Symbols, Shangra, and the other was a legendary orc warrior and chosen recently.

I saw him use very skilled movements to cut off the relatively well-preserved organs and limbs of the two corpses, and then reassemble and sew them up.

Relying on his proficiency in necromancy magic, Zuo Si completed the task at hand in less than an hour, and finally put the heart belonging to the murder god Baal into his chest cavity, and immediately rushed to several summoned The liches said: "Let's begin!"

"As you wish!"

The six liches immediately raised their hands and began to chant magic spells loudly, injecting amazing negative energy into the transformed corpse.

As for Zuo Si himself, he stood in the middle of the circle and channeled this energy.

Ten hours later, when the heart that belonged to God began to beat, the stitched corpse finally slowly opened its eyes, exuding a chilling aura of killing and death.

Not only that!

Under the action of Baal's heart, its body began to swell rapidly, its skin grew a gray-blue thick cuticle at an unbelievable speed, and a large number of black sharp bone spurs grew from its body, and its hands and feet also became It looks like claws, and its head looks more like a devil than a devil. Acidic saliva flows out from between the fangs in its mouth, and it drips on the ground with a burst of chugging noises. long tail.

"This is... the Slayer?"

A lich obviously recognized the meaning of this form, and his mouth widened in surprise.

"No, not exactly. If you use a more appropriate term to describe it, it should be called the Death Slayer. It seems that this heart that belongs to God has not disappointed. Even after losing all its divine power, it is still a rare heart. Treasure. If you kill a few sons of Baal and take the killing divinity from their bodies, then this undead creature will become extremely powerful."

Zuo Si rubbed his chin and commented with great interest.

Since no magic is used to give it wisdom and independent thinking ability, no matter how powerful the Death Slayer becomes, it is ultimately just a servant and a puppet under his control.

If it is not necessary to continue to strengthen in the future, it will be made into a biological card in minutes.

"It's really a masterpiece. It's a pity that it's impossible to get a second one for a top necromancer magic material like the heart of a dead god."

Vanessa walked closer, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the cold and hard scale-like cuticles on the Death Slayer's body, revealing deep regret in her tone.

As a necromancer, he was originally keen on creating all kinds of powerful necromancers.

Recently, all the corpses of several dead dragons have been transformed into mindless zombie dragons or skeleton dragons. I am extremely eager to get such a treasure in my heart, and make a top-level undead of my own.

Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Don't be so absolute, who can say clearly what will happen in the future. After all, in this magical land, Baal is not the only dead god. By the way, your question about war How's your preparation?"

"The fleet has been assembled and is ready to deal a head-on blow to Luskan's pirates at any time. In addition, I also used the box you gave me to pack an army of undead, which can be parachuted to the Arcane Brotherhood through teleportation I assure you that if the war begins, this ridiculous group of enemies will fall apart in just one day."

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

Because with learning a lot of Netheril scroll knowledge from the notes provided by Zuo Si, his spellcasting level has been improved in more than a year, and he is very close to crossing that threshold to become a legendary mage .

Similarly, the spellcasting abilities of other liches in the organization are also improving by leaps and bounds, and the number of core members who have mastered nine-ring magic has reached an astonishing ten.

Even the two most powerful mages around Baldur's Gate, Habasser Drin and Tyrantyr, both agreed to join the organization and transform themselves into liches under the temptation of knowledge.

So in Vanessa's view, if something goes wrong with a third-rate spellcaster organization like the Arcane Brotherhood, then he can die, and there is no need to continue to live in this world ashamed.

"Very good! If that's the case, let's find an appropriate time to do it. I have already greeted Waterdeep City, Neverwinter City, and Silvermoon City. Among them, Waterdeep City and Silvermoon City will choose to ignore, while Neverwinter City will As an ally, unite with surrounding towns to contain some of Luskan's forces. Although I don't think it makes any sense, it will make our actions less politically isolated."

Zuo Si simply delegated power to this lich who was keen on expanding the organization's sphere of influence.

The so-called professional things are left to professional people to do.

In addition, he himself has no experience in ruling and commanding the army, and he has no interest in it, so decentralization has become the best choice.

Vanessa obviously waited for this sentence a long time ago, and hurriedly bowed with one hand on his chest: "Understood, I will pay attention to giving these allies some sweets. In addition, after this war is over, we will be Faerun Continent The west coast is the second largest sea force after Amn. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Mintan Island seems to have become a little restless recently, and I suspect that they may have secretly formed an alliance with the Luskan pirates."

"Mintan Island? Didn't they have a sea battle with the pirates of Luskan not long ago?" A puzzled expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Like all the islands near the mainland in the Sword Coast, Mindan Island was a colony of pirates.

It's just that unlike the messy situation of other pirates, a man named Tarnhir Embuyirhan used violence to forcibly integrate various regions on the island and established a relatively stable regime.

All those who tried to resist were mercilessly executed.

Therefore, in the rumors of the outside world, he has always appeared as a tyrant.

But it is undeniable that since the tyrant came into existence, the local residents of Mingtan Island no longer lived by plundering, but turned to mercenaries and trade.

However, the traditions preserved in the past made them highly tolerant of the profession of pirates.

Even the many notorious pirate gangs can dock here, resupply, and sell some looted goods and ships.

Zuo Si has always felt that this small island is not enough to threaten the rapidly rising Nelanthir Islands no matter in terms of population size or strength, so he basically doesn't care about it.

But who would have thought that if he didn't trouble the other party, the other party would dare to take the initiative to trouble him.

I'm simply impatient...

(end of this chapter)