"How does it taste?"
Seeing that Owo ate so deliciously and drank six or seven cans of carbonated drinks alone, Zuo Si finally couldn't help but ask.
He was very curious, as if the other person's body had been soaked in water for an unknown length of time, and looked like swollen skin and rotten flesh, whether he could really taste it, and digest and absorb it like a real living body.
Produce various hormones and bring pleasure and satisfaction.
"Quite good! I like the sparkling water best, and these magic beans, each of which tastes completely different."
Owo let out a loud burp, patted his round and slightly saggy belly, and an expression that could be regarded as a smile appeared on his face.
The reason why he describes it this way is because the muscles on his face are really too loose.
In addition, the pale and swollen skin was severely drooping, making it impossible to smile normally like a living person.
And this guy exudes a familiar aura.
Whether he goes to the magic refrigerator to get snacks and drinks without permission, or he looks so bold when eating, he looks quite relaxed, without any of the tension or vigilance that an ordinary spellcaster would have when entering someone else's mage tower.
After all, walking into a stranger's mage tower is equivalent to putting yourself in a very dangerous state.
If a conflict or even a battle breaks out, you will almost be at an overwhelming disadvantage.
But Owo obviously doesn't need to worry about being killed.
Because he regarded the continuation of life and existence as a top priority a long time ago, he invented the legendary magic - Ovo's Phylactery Shattering Technique and Ovo's Soul Shattering Technique, and then repeatedly cast it on his own phylactery until it split into
More than two hundred yuan.
Then, the prophecy detection spells are constantly blocked on each piece to ensure that no one can locate the fragments of these phylacteries.
Finally, scatter them and throw them to all corners of the planet Toril, and even other outer planes and material planes.
No matter who it is, if you want to kill him, you first need to collect all the phylactery fragments.
Even for a god, it may not be easy to find so many fragments of the life box.
Even if Ovo himself does not interfere and does not continue to increase the number of fragments, it will probably take hundreds or even thousands of years.
It is estimated that if Voldemort learns this spell, Dumbledore will probably go crazy on the spot, and then go dark and make a Horcrux to make himself immortal, and love and kill each other until the end of time.
There is no doubt that among the "old men" of Netheril, Ovo is definitely the friendliest, the most harmless, and the most suitable for communication and communication.
Although he himself is a fat otaku lich, he is keen on training apprentices and devotes himself to education.
Including the Uthcart Academy of Conjuration that has been reduced to ruins near Belgost, the Brill Arcane School that also closed down due to poor management in Baldur's Gate, and the Black Hand Brotherhood in Cape Esko.
It was established under his secret control and funding.
Moreover, Ovo will also generously provide knowledge and help to young people with obvious Netherese blood and outstanding talents in arcane arts, and even personally teach them the magical knowledge and traditions of the Netherese era.
and culture.
Of course, the real purpose behind all these actions is to revive and recreate the great Netherese civilization.
Compared with those puppets in Shade City who have bowed under the skirt of Shar, the goddess of night, Ovo is the great arcanist who has truly inherited the spirit of Netheril.
He has not believed in any god throughout his life, let alone have even the slightest contact or cooperation with the church of God.
Even the goddess of magic who controls the magic network only maintains the lowest level of respect.
Privately, I am still trying to find ways to circumvent the restrictions set by the second-generation magic goddess to cast tenth, eleventh and even higher-level spells that exceed nine levels.
There are also rumors that this guy is trying to create a new legendary spell to make the lost [Mythra Core].
Of course, only he and the goddess of magic Midnight know how true it is.
But Zuo Si, who has read several pages of Netheril scrolls, knows very well that if the magic network above the ninth level is not opened, then there is theoretically no way to create the [Mythra Core] in Faerûn.
Because the most critical spells required to create this magic device are all tenth and eleventh rings.
Thinking of this, he picked up an unopened can of juice drink on the table, opened it, raised his head and took a sip, then sat down and asked calmly: "You came all the way from your lair in the Supreme Forest, should you?"
Is it just to come to my place to taste the food and drinks from other worlds?"
"Hahahaha!
No, of course not.
In fact, these fun snacks are unexpected surprises.
Although I have long heard that you are a planeswalker who can travel between different worlds at will, I still have some doubts until I confirm it with my own eyes.
But now I believe it.
After all, the packaging and text on these snacks and drinks all prove that they come from another world.
Especially the candies and beans with magical effects are really full of whimsical ideas.
I guess this world must be very peaceful, without frequent and fierce battles like in Faerûn.
Otherwise, the spell caster will never use his intelligence in such a place."
Owo grinned and let out a slightly harsh laugh, and the flesh all over his body was trembling with laughter.
"Peace?"
Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "How is that possible!
The essence of human nature is selfishness.
How can groups and societies based on this nature be peaceful?
It's just that those countries with stronger power transfer their own conflicts to relatively weaker countries in order to maintain their own peace and development.
That world fought two world wars in modern history alone, resulting in hundreds of millions of direct and indirect deaths.
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Even now, many countries are still in the flames of war, and hundreds of thousands or millions of lives are swallowed up by chaos, hunger and pain every year.
The only difference is that powerful countries will not take huge risks and go to war directly.
Instead, it treats third-party countries as battlefields, then supports its own agents and uses them to compete for resources and expand its sphere of influence.
So their citizens can live in a peaceful environment with relatively abundant resources."
"Proxy war? It sounds interesting..."
Owo's eyes flashed with strong curiosity.
As an immortal lich, he obviously has nothing to do with kindness.
I don’t even care about the life and death of ordinary people.
There is even a little bit of paranoid tendencies.
Regarding war and killing, this guy, like Mordenkainen, also has his own twisted philosophy and values.
"Yes. For the strong, this is indeed an interesting game, but for the weak, it is an outright disaster." Zuo Si sighed slightly.
Owo shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly: "You and I are both strong, why should we consider the problem from the perspective of the weak?
In the era of Netheril, the great arcanists had discussions in this regard.
The final result is that, except for those with arcane magic talents, the rest of the civilians and slaves are essentially renewable resources and consumables.
They do not play a key role in promoting the development of magic and civilization, and even hinder it to a certain extent.
If cultivating arcanists does not require screening from a large number of babies, constructs or undead creatures can be used instead."
"You mean...the ideal country of the great arcanists of the Netheril era is to completely abandon the common people and let them fend for themselves, while only retaining arcanists and apprentices with arcane talents?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"That's right!"
Ovo answered in the affirmative without hesitation, and explained while stroking his plump chin: "In my opinion, only by completely getting rid of those meaningless civilians can arcanists break the double mental and physical imprisonment.
Let yourself be promoted to a higher existence, or even collectively become a member of the gods.
The reason why I chose to study the mysteries of necromancy magic is to one day make arcanists an immortal race and ensure that the offspring I bear will also be arcanists.
In this way, Netheril will enter another brand new stage.
It's a pity that this grand plan has just taken the first step, and this idiot Karsus ruined everything.
Over the years, I have been thinking of ways to spread the knowledge, culture, and ideas of Netheril.
To be continued...