It can even be said that all factions and forces in the entire Greyhawk world have no trust in Mordenkainen and his private army.

Whenever they appear on the battlefield, both warring parties will immediately heighten their vigilance and assume a defensive posture. The other side will not relax until it clearly chooses the target of attack.

If Mordenkainen and Baye hadn't been powerful enough, and he himself had shown great potential to become a god, so much so that his forces wouldn't have dared to offend him to death. Otherwise, with this behavior pattern, he wouldn't have been able to do it long ago.

Both parties joined forces and were first pushed to the ground and beaten violently.

However, Mordenkainen obviously didn't care about the outside world's opinions and evaluations, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with maintaining a balance. He just looked at and analyzed the strength of Zuo Si's projection. After a while, he nodded slightly: "Okay,

I believe you were forced to get involved in some unknown conspiracy. What are your plans next?"

"No special plans.

Now that I have come to Aos, I naturally want to walk around, see and appreciate the customs and customs of this world.

After all, this is just a projection, it does not have the power of the real planeswalker, and it cannot pose any threat to the gods, so there is no need for you to be so nervous.

And I really want to know what the dark elves who summoned me have their plans."

Zuo Si spread his hands and looked very calm and relaxed.

"Sorry, between the things you did in Faerûn, Baator Hell and the Abyss, it's hard for me not to feel nervous.

Because your potential destructive power and lethality are too terrifying.

For any civilization in the world, it means a disaster of annihilation level.

Even if it is just a projection, it should not be underestimated.

If possible, I hope you can wear this ring when you are in Oslo.

It allows me to contact you immediately when needed and lock the location."

As he spoke, Mordenkainen took out an ordinary silver magic ring from his pocket.

Obviously, this is a naked and unabashed temptation.

He wanted to use this method to further judge the danger.

If Zuo Si agrees to wear the ring, it means that his willingness to actively engage in trouble is very low. In theory, as long as there is no external stimulation, there will be no overreaction.

But if he disagrees, Mordenkainen will immediately go back and make a contingency plan in case of emergency.

I have to say that the two have very striking similarities in never trusting others and only trusting themselves.

"No problem, I accept."

Without any hesitation, Zuo Si directly took the ring from the injured opponent and put it on his empty finger.

This move immediately lowered Mordenkainen's alertness to its lowest point.

In the following time, they discussed the current situation of Greyhawk, the relationship between the gods, the game of forces between the various parties, and matters that required special attention.

After explaining this, Mordenkainen gave Zuo Si his teleportation authority in the Obsidian Base Mage Tower, welcomed him as a guest, and then used teleportation magic to leave.

Feeling the power contained in the magic ring in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "Message, tracking and positioning?

Do you think you can monitor me in real time with this thing?

So naive!

Even if my spellcasting level and knowledge are removed, Guangda Devil's divine-like power can easily transform and shield it.

After all, creating things out of thin air is one of the most basic abilities of gods and god-like powers."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's palm released a ball of flame from the deepest part of Baator Hell, which directly wrapped the ring and quickly melted it into molten iron, then reshaped it into a dark color like red copper.

Not only that, the top of the ring is also inlaid with a ruby ​​that exudes the smell of hell as an embellishment.

After finishing all this, he used teleportation magic to return directly to the caravan camp.

As soon as I showed up, I saw a very interesting scene.

I saw Isadore, the adopted son, holding a long sword on the neck of the leader's daughter Anne.

As for several of his best friends, they have been beaten to a pulp and are trapped with ropes, unable to move.

The rest of the people who escaped, including the caravan leader, were forming a circle with weapons in hand, glaring at the traitor.

"Back off! Everyone back off! Otherwise I will kill her!"

Isadore roared like crazy to cover up the tension, panic and despair in his heart.

He couldn't believe that his foolproof plan had gone awry.

You must know that a few years ago, when Iuz had just begun to spread his faith and expand his power, he secretly joined this sect. At first, he was just eager to gain power and power.

But who knows, instead of gaining power and strength, under the threat and intimidation of the other party, he has to deliver messages to him, provide him with the intelligence he knows, and occasionally secretly carry some contraband in the caravan and deliver it to the designated recipient.

In hand.

Once something goes wrong, you will be severely punished immediately and taste the pain caused by whips and instruments of torture.

As a young merchant apprentice, Isadore was full of fear of the church for a long time and wanted to escape all the time.

But as he served the church longer and longer and made more and more contributions, he gradually gained promotion and was no longer at the bottom where he was exploited and oppressed.

Those so-called "best friends" are the men who used the power of the church to insert themselves into the caravan.

Using the process of dealing with other businessmen in the caravan, this guy collected a lot of useful intelligence for the church.

The latter made an astonishing amount of money just by kidnapping, extortion and robbery, and at the same time forced other businessmen to join the church to serve Iuz's evil plan.

Precisely because he got rid of the state of being exploited and oppressed at the lowest level, and could even exploit and oppress others, Isadore's thinking and mentality began to change, and he even enjoyed this feeling a little bit.

However, he also knew that the reputation of the demonic demigod he believed in was not very good in many places, so he never exposed his beliefs and the church organization behind them. He planned to wait until his adoptive father was old and unable to do anything, so that he could take over.

Find a way to replace all the other members of the caravan with subordinates who obey orders.

But who knew that just when everything seemed to be going very smoothly, Zuo Si appeared on the way and made him mentally unbalanced in just two days, making him prepare to take action in advance due to strong jealousy and resentment.

Isadore first let his men mingle with the team fetching water, and then sneak attacked and knocked them unconscious when others were not prepared. Then he notified the orcs hidden in the secret stronghold in the forest to help kill and silence them.

But what he never expected was that these guys who were supposed to be dead now actually escaped alive and learned the truth.

In desperation, he could only kidnap the leader's daughter Anne to ensure that he would not be cut to pieces.

Never think that businessmen in this world will follow the concept of "harmony brings wealth".

Quite the opposite!

Their business model is actually closer to armed escort. Everyone will carry weapons with them, and when necessary, they will fight against the monsters and bandits who block the road.

Anyone who works in this industry for several years will not get blood on their hands.

Therefore, killing people and dumping their bodies in the wild will not cause any psychological burden at all.

Especially when the target is an enemy and almost kills oneself.

"Let go of Annie! I can let you leave alive!"

The leader of the caravan obviously did not want his daughter to be harmed, so he decisively set out a negotiation condition.

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But he was very smart and told you to leave by saying "I" instead of "we".

This means that others still retain the right to take revenge.

Being able to stay in a cult for such a long time without dying, Isadore is not a fool. He immediately recognized the language trap and sarcastically said with a sneer: "Dear adoptive father, do you think I am a three-year-old child?

I actually want to play such a word game!

If you don't want Anne to be injured or die, all of you must immediately swear by the gods you believe in and never take any threatening actions afterwards.

Otherwise, after death, the soul will fall into the abyss and become food for the devil."

I have to say that this request made by Isadore is really quite vicious.

After all, in a world with gods and magical powers, if you swear an oath in the name of your own patron saint, if you violate it, there is a high probability that it will come true.

This means that once the people present take the oath, they will be forced to give up the idea of ​​killing him.

No one is willing to let their soul fall into the abyss after death.

Just when the caravan leader and others looked at each other, wondering whether they should let this bastard go, Isadore's hand holding the sword was suddenly tightly grasped by the other hand, followed by an overwhelming force.

In front of the advantage of strength, he was bent bit by bit, and finally there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the whole person knelt on the ground with a plop and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!! My...my wrist!"

"It is quite disrespectful to use a sharp weapon to kidnap and threaten to kill a young and beautiful lady."

Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness, with the usual faint smile on his face.

"Go to hell! You ungrateful bastard!"

Anne was obviously very angry when she escaped. She immediately raised her leg and kicked Isadore hard at the vital part between his legs.

Bang!

The sound of "chickens flying eggs and beating eggs" instantly echoed in everyone's ears, causing all the men to subconsciously clamp their legs. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they must have experienced phantom pain.

As for Isadore, his eyeballs protruded from the pain, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, and he kept foaming at the mouth.
To be continued...