"Can you guarantee that Sazastan is 100% unable to use the power of that eye to become a god?"
After a moment of silence, Alustriel finally asked the question he was most concerned about.
There is no doubt that she is asking this question on behalf of the Harper and Elminster and Himbu.
Because Silvermoon City and the Silvermoon Alliance are located to the north of the High Forest and west of the Aenook Desert, almost two-thirds of the Faerûn continent is separated from the red-robed Cyre.
There is basically no overlap between the two parties, and there is no possibility of direct conflict.
Many times in the eyes of the residents of Silvermoon City, the red-robed mage of Serge is just an evil force that is very far away from them and is powerful. They need to be careful to guard against the other party's infiltration, that's all.
For them, the real danger always comes from the monsters in the surrounding mountains and primeval forests, evil dragons, the Dragon Cult, the Zhentarim, and the orc tribes that once raged in the North.
Although compared with the voters of other gods, the voters of the Goddess of Magic are relatively united and often help each other when in trouble.
For example, after Kelben quit the Harpers and founded his own intelligence organization, he still chose to cooperate with Elminster after learning that Sazarstan had obtained the Eye of the Storm.
But they each still have their own position.
What Alustriel values ​​is the stability and prosperity of Silvermoon City and Silvermoon Alliance;
Ximbu is committed to preventing Aglalon from being invaded, conquered and enslaved by Cyr;
Kelburn and Lyra guard Waterdeep and its surrounding areas to prevent it from being usurped by ambitious evil people;
Dove Hawkhand, Storm Silverhand, and Shiron followed Elminster, either guarding the Valley of Shadows, or handling various crises as leaders of the Harpers.
In addition, there is also the current preaching mage-Nomia Drath Jude;
The elf mage who once taught Elminster magic and made a bet with Xinbu to see who could kill a hundred lichs first - Silinxi (this man knew all the high elf magic rituals and created his own true spell)
The effect is that it can suppress the opponent in almost any spell duel. Its real power is comparable to arcane spellcasters above level 50, and is far stronger than the elders of Netheril, Iolum, Larok, and Ovo.
He can even be called the strongest mortal in Faerûn);
A moon elf mage who exists in the form of a soul——Abrai Arovan;
Nicknamed "The Silent Chosen One", he served as a preacher for nearly twenty years, during which time he accepted numerous challenges without fail. In the end, he voluntarily resigned from his position and became a chosen one because he was too lonely to be invincible - Owari Ta
Sandri (in the early succession rules of the Evangelist Mage, if you want to obtain this position, you must defeat or kill the current Evangelist Mage. He can remain undefeated for nearly twenty years, which shows his strong strength).
In short, the number of voters created by the second-generation magic goddess Mystra is quite large, and this does not include those who have died and disappeared.
For example, the sun elf mage Rusta Ogg, who is said to be the most beautiful and charming among all the chosen people, was captured in the battle between Myth Drannor, but resolutely triggered the silver fire to self-destruct and died with the enemy. In the end, his life and death are unknown.
Lemire.
It can even be said that if these voters can be gathered together, no mortal force in Faerûn today can compete with them.
Even the great arcanists left over from the Netheril era could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.
But unfortunately, due to differences in positions and concepts, most of these voters are busy with their own affairs on weekdays, and occasionally fierce quarrels and confrontations will break out.
The two most serious ones were the blatant betrayal between Sammaster, the founder of the Dragon Cult, and another Master named Nadrason.
Since becoming a candidate for the current goddess of magic, Zuo Si naturally knew the general situation within this group, and replied with a smile: "No one can do this kind of thing 100%, and I am no exception.
After all, the real owner of that eye is Talos, the god of storms.
As a powerful god of chaos and evil, no one can predict whether he will suddenly intervene.
So I can't give you any guarantee, I can only say that you will do your best.
What's more, what happens even if Sazastan succeeds in becoming a god?
At best, he is just a demigod with weak divine power.
There are countless gods in the world of Toril. One more of them is not more, and one less of him is not less.
And when Sazastan successfully became a god, he would no longer be able to firmly control the most powerful forces within Serge and the red-robed mage as he does now.
It will inevitably split internally and fall back into the chaotic situation of hundreds of years ago.
So I don't think there's anything to worry about.
If Elminster thinks there is something wrong with my handling method, then he can bring his people to the door directly and snatch the eyes back."
"You won't interfere?"
Alustriel probed in an uncertain tone.
"If Elminster gets it, I will not interfere. But if this eye falls into the hands of others, then I will choose an appropriate time to recycle it."
Zuo Si expressed his position very clearly.
Because he knows that even if Elminster brings his senior Harpers and his constituents to come to the door and snatch the Eye of the Storm back, there will be no good way to deal with it, and it may become the target of public criticism.
In other words, no matter who gets this eye now, they are putting themselves in danger and must always be on guard against surprise attacks from unknown enemies.
In this regard, Sazhastan can be said to have deep experience.
Since the news that he held the Eye of the Storm spread, he has been attacked hundreds of times in just a few days.
Although most of them were temptations and did not cause much damage, they also made people panic.
Not to mention calming down to do research, Sazastan and his plastic ally Irenikas didn't even dare to rest for a long time, and they all relied on wishing to restore spell slots.
Generally speaking, when a normal person finds that something in his hand has become a hot potato, his subconscious reaction should be to throw it out and let the enemies hidden in the darkness fight for it.
I sit aside to watch the show and reap the benefits.
But the problem is, the eye of the storm means that a mortal can become a god.
The value and benefits it represents are so great that even if you know it’s a trap, you can’t help but want to take a gamble.
To some extent, Sazhastan has fallen into a difficult situation.
There is absolutely no way this guy would give up this close opportunity to become a god, let alone hand over the Eye of the Storm to anyone.
Because he has no guarantee that once this thing falls into the hands of others, he will have a chance to get it back.
Irenekas formed an alliance with Sazastan, knowing that the latter would not trust anyone else to keep the Eye of the Storm, and would only choose to keep it himself.
All he needs to do is to keep an eye on this lich and wait for the opportunity.
"Okay, I think I understand what you mean."
Alustriel nodded slightly and decisively ended the topic.
After all, she didn't support Elminster's actions in the first place, so she was doing her best to help him.
As for the conflict between the two, let’s just wait and see.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned his gaze to Kui Lu and reminded: "Madam, since the war is about to begin, I hope you and those believers of the goddess Eilistraee will be prepared. You must know this.
But it is related to whether you can be recognized and accepted by the residents of the entire surface world."
"Don't worry. I have assembled a dark elf army of thousands of people, ready to be at your disposal at any time. We will use practical actions to prove that we are different from those evil compatriots in the Underdark."
Kui Lu vowed to give her guarantee.
Thanks to the cruel elimination of dark elf society, most of the drow who can survive to adulthood (around 110 years old) are basically qualified warriors, thieves, mages, warlocks and priests.
Moreover, combat and killing experience are often much stronger than those of surface races of the same level.
Because according to the teachings of the spider goddess Rose, waste is not worthy of living and wasting food. Most of them are either sent to cruel sacrifices, or they are plotted to die by brothers, sisters and so-called "friends".
A dark elf army of 1,000 people can be used as an elite human army of 5,000 or even 10,000 people.
Especially at night, with their stealth abilities honed through rigorous training, they can instantly plunge the enemy's camp into panic and chaos with just one round of raids.
"Awesome! After this war, I should be able to fulfill my promise to the goddess Eilistraee and give all drow who are willing to make changes a home where they can live and work in peace and contentment."
After saying that, Zuo Sichong bowed slightly to the two beautiful female voters, stroking their breasts with one hand, and quickly turned around and disappeared into the crowded street outside the venue.
Looking at his retreating back, Kui Lu couldn't help but ask: "Who do you think will win in the fight between Soth and Elminster?"
Alustriel responded with a wry smile: "If it were before, I would not hesitate to side with Elminster, because he has proven himself countless times.
But now...
I think South's chances of winning are obviously greater.
Turn around and glance at the representatives in the venue, who occupy almost four-fifths of the important towns on the entire West Coast, and the smiles on their faces, and you will know how popular a series of initiatives, including the trade alliance, are.p>
No one will refuse to make their life better and better and richer.
To be continued...