Zuo Si is undoubtedly very interested in what is hidden in Varena's mind.
But he was not in a hurry to conduct research, but planned to move these refugees who were about to starve to death to a relatively safe place to protect them.
However, as an outsider, it is obviously not easy to gain their trust.
In addition, Zuo Si was too lazy to make things too complicated, so he directly chose to cast the five-ring magic [Dominate Humanity] on Varena, who was the leader of the camp.
Through this spell, he directly controlled the other party to announce to all the refugees that he was a member of the Wizards' Council from the Floating City of Plantia, which could provide safe shelter and enough food for all the people who were still alive.
Although at the beginning, many people had strong doubts about this.
Because they are not fools, they can see how bad the situation outside is. All kinds of undead creatures are almost everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city.
Moreover, for a long time after the plague broke out, there was no news about the Mage Council and the Floating City, and no army or mages came to save themselves.
The most important thing is that the refugees are not sure whether they will be infected by the plague from the outside world after leaving this safe place.
More than two years of despair have caused all survivors to lose trust in the Master Council and the Floating City.
If it weren’t for the deep-seated awe of magic and mages, there might be some drastic actions.
After all, many versions of rumors have mentioned that this plague was most likely the result of something going wrong when the necromancers were conducting dangerous research and experiments, which led to such serious consequences.
But in the end, driven by hunger, these people agreed to walk out of this hidden tomb.
Under the leadership of Zuo Si, everyone brought a small amount of belongings and quickly headed towards the location of the warehouse along the underground tunnel.
The tunnel, which was originally only suitable for a ten-year-old boy to crawl, was quickly expanded to about two meters high and three meters wide under the influence of magic.
When they climbed out of the warehouse, these hungry people immediately rushed to the place where the food was stored, stuffing bacon, dried meat and hard raw grains into their mouths.
Some of them ate so fast that they almost choked themselves to death.
Fortunately, Zuo Si was nearby to help them get out the things stuck in their throats and trachea, otherwise they would have died of suffocation within a few minutes.
Similarly, this also reminds Zuo Si to pay attention to the amount of food these people eat to prevent them from accidentally stretching themselves to death.
You must know that for a group of people who have endured hunger for a long time, it is impossible to control the instinctive and strong desire when they suddenly get enough food.
Zuo Si also suffered from hunger. Although it only lasted for a few days, the unforgettable feeling will never be forgotten in his life.
After stopping these people from swallowing grains and chewing hard bacon and dried meat, he decisively summoned the [Heroes' Feast].
Instantly!
These two hundred refugees are excited!
Because even before the outbreak of the plague, no one among them had eaten such delicious food, and more than two-thirds of them accidentally bit their tongues while chewing quickly.
Seeing these refugees devouring their food, Zuo Si immediately ordered Vanessa: "Send two people to go underground in the cemetery area to detect whether there are other gathering places for survivors. Hull's permanent population is almost half a million, and I
I feel like there may be similar places in other tombs inside. In addition, be careful to use the holy water I prepared to sprinkle around the warehouse to ensure that these people will not be infected by the plague that remains on the undead."
"Understood, leave it to me."
The lich took the bottle filled with holy water and nodded.
After a while, he sprinkled the holy water evenly around the warehouse, and gave orders to all the controlled undead and constructs, prohibiting them from approaching these survivors who were in an extremely weak state.
In fact, Zuo Si had no intention of bringing all the undead, golems and other structures brought here back to Faerûn or other worlds.
Because from the moment they are released, they are very likely to become carriers of the terrible plague.
Unless collective disinfection is carried out, it is basically a group of moving natural disasters.
Relying on the powerful magic item of the Scroll of the Undead, most of the low-level undead in Hel City were captured in just a few days, while those high-level undead who were born with sanity were either completely captured.
Destroy without mercy, or be forced to choose to surrender and become the commander-in-chief of the undead army.
In the end, the lichs succeeded in replenishing the city with approximately 80,000 to 100,000 undead cannon fodder.
In addition, the magic materials and iron ingots in the warehouse have also been made into thousands of the simplest and cheapest steel structures.
These constructs do not have as strong magic resistance and immunity as golems, and they cannot understand complex commands.
But it is better because of its large number, and its defense against physical attacks is amazing, and it will not be affected by psychic or charm spells.
Looking at the densely packed army of constructs and undead in front of them, the core members of the organization present could not help but feel a surge of emotion.
"Now, we finally have enough capital to regain the Floating City of Plantia."
With that said, Zuo Si activated the power of the planeswalker's sparks and once again forcibly tore open an unstable space rift.
The next second...
Countless constructs and undead creatures swarmed over.
The scene was so spectacular that even the survivors who were rescued near the warehouse were so shocked that they opened their mouths and were speechless.
At this moment, they really believed that this group of spellcasters of unknown origin might really be able to occupy the floating city and end this desperate doomsday.
At the same time, the army that passed through the rift, led by those high-level undead creatures that chose to surrender, soon began to attack using the mage tower as a forward base, capturing nearby buildings one by one along the streets.
Especially those towers that can release all kinds of amazingly destructive magic.
Suddenly, the originally silent Floating City of Plantia suddenly became lively.
A large number of undead that were originally hidden in inconspicuous corners rushed out to mingle with these intruders at the lord's order.
Some relatively spacious streets, parks and squares gathered thousands of undead creatures belonging to different lords in a very short period of time, and then began to fall into an endless war of attrition and tug-of-war.
Since the low-level undead have neither consciousness nor fear, from the moment the battle breaks out, they enter a tragic state that living people can never imagine.
I saw them wearing the same armor and clothes as when they were alive, carrying all kinds of crude weapons randomly picked up in the streets and alleys, crowded together like sardines.
When it reaches the front of the battle line, it will immediately try to smash the head of the undead creature on the opposite side with a very clumsy movement.
If the weapon is lost in the melee, they will grab it with their hands, bite it with their teeth, or even hit it with their own heads.
The smarter ones will pick up the fallen thigh bones on the ground and use them as sticks.
Almost every minute, hundreds of skeletons or zombies were dismembered and consumed, and the broken bones and corpses even piled up a raised hill in the center of the battlefield.
But what's interesting is that neither the undead lords who have evolved sanity nor the lich on Zuo Si's side have any intention of ending up personally, and they don't care at all how shocking their losses are.
Because this is the war between the undead!
A war a hundred times more brutal than the war in the living world!
A kind of war with only cold calculations and a life-and-death battle!
Unless the cannon fodder is exhausted, the lords will not take the risk of being killed.
As for Zuo Si, he simply has enough war resources and cannon fodder on hand, so there is no need to reveal his trump card too early.
And he also plans to test whether there is some kind of connection between these high-level undead creatures, or whether they all surrender to a powerful undead king.
You must know that the concentration of negative energy existing in the environment in the floating city is beyond the reach of ordinary cities on the ground.
In addition, there are many corpses left after the death of archmages and high-level professionals, so it is easier to spawn powerful undead creatures. Those death knights holding cursed weapons are the best proof.
Standing at the top of the tower and looking out at the advancing battle front, Zuo Si asked without looking back: "How, how many threatening undead lords have been detected?"
A female lich who is good at prophecy magic answered without thinking: "There are fourteen observed so far. Seven of them are melee zombies, skeletons and death knight lords, and two are spirits.
The body of the banshee lord, and five others wearing tattered robes, should obviously be spellcasters. But we don’t know yet what kind of magic and spell-like abilities these guys have."
"Accelerate the consumption of cannon fodder as quickly as possible and force some of these lords to join the battle." Zuo Si quickly gave instructions.
He doesn't have time to wait and fight with these guys for several months, but hopes to defeat them as soon as possible and complete the actual occupation of Plantia's floating city.
After all, occupation and control are only the first step. Then the entire city must be cleaned and disinfected, and some survivors must be collected to rekindle the fire of civilization.
Each of these things requires a lot of time and energy.
"Without using constructs, with the current number and density of low-level undead creatures on the battlefield, we may not be able to deploy more troops." Jeffrey explained helplessly.
"According to the current consumption rate, how long can the other party last?" Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.
Jeffrey replied without thinking: "Even the fastest line is estimated to take at least two hours. You can take a rest first, or do other things to pass the time. Here are
We just keep an eye on it."
"Do you need me to keep this holy sword?"
Zuo Si grabbed the sword in the sheath and asked.
This move immediately frightened all the lichs present and made them step back. Vanessa shook her head desperately: "No, no need, we can control the situation. You should keep this weapon for yourself."
I don’t want to experience the feeling of being instantly burned by positive energy.”
"That's right! I think compared to those lords, this sword in your hand is the biggest threat to us." Jeffrey also agreed.
It is not difficult to see from the reactions of the lich how much they are afraid of the holy sword formed by the combination of Casmir and the Day Star.
Because whether it is the extra spell resistance and magic dispelling effect provided by the former to the holder, or the amazing positive energy possessed by the latter, it can deal an unimaginable devastating blow to any undead creature at the moment of impact.
Not to mention a lich, but a demi-lich with more powerful power. If it takes a hit, it will probably be half disabled even if it doesn't die.
Due to the weakening of the order and lofty belief instilled in the holy warrior during the transformation process, and the significant strengthening of its sacred characteristics of positive energy, the holy sword will form a positive energy area within a dozen meters around it just by pulling it out.
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All creatures in this area will be slowly healed and boosted to make them effective, while undead creatures will be continuously burned.
If the Good God Church and the Holy Warriors knew that such a holy sword was born, they would probably get it at all costs.
And this sword is the strongest trump card Zuo Si has prepared to regain the floating city.
He believes that no matter what kind of undead creature they are, they will become extremely vulnerable in front of the Holy Sword.
However, the panicked reaction of the lichs still made Zuo Si laugh. While laughing, he joked: "As lichs whose souls are stored in the phylactery, you have no need to be afraid of the holy sword. You can even use it to fight with those
The tough enemies will die together. Anyway, in a few days at most, you will be reborn next to the phylactery."
"Your Excellency, please don't joke. The fear of positive energy among undead creatures is an instinct engraved in the soul. Even lichs who retain their memories and personalities during life are no exception." Jeffrey explained with a serious expression.
He was obviously frightened by Zuo Si's unbridled ideas, and was afraid that the supreme leader of the organization would really let him do this.
Let the lich hold a holy sword and die with other undead lords?
Just imagining this scene in your mind will cause strong discomfort and rejection.
"That's really a pity. Well, I'll leave it to you here. I'll go and rest for a while, and then call me when the lords join the battle."
After that, Zuo Si took the holy sword and returned to the small room that once belonged to him in the mage tower.
Looking at the once extremely familiar furnishings and decorations, as well as the two low-level undead creatures that were constantly trampling to generate electricity day and night, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "I can't believe that it only took more than two years for me to come back.
.It’s just that this time my identity is no longer a chess piece controlled by others, but a chess player who can control his own destiny.”
"Are you remembering your lost youth?"
A thick tome hanging next to the satchel suddenly opened its mouth and made a sound without warning.
"Youth? Hahahahaha! That kind of thing no longer exists for me. As the person who carries my past thoughts, you should know this best."
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head, not surprised at all that a book spoke.
Because this book is a diary endowed with sanity using the power of the creator.
In this way, he obtained a magical creature with thoughts very similar to his own.
Unlike most other magic items that are used to gain stronger defense or attack capabilities, the greatest use of this creation, which has a very similar way of thinking to the person himself, is to have a dialogue with his past self and keep a clear mind at all times.
"No! This is just remembering.
Although you don't want to admit it, you actually still enjoyed the time you lived in the Floating City.
Although Asta is using you and forcing you to abandon the values and weaknesses in your character that have been cultivated in modern society, he has also given you many things.
Including but not limited to revered social status, the privilege of deciding the life or death of dozens or even hundreds of slaves in one sentence.
All of this is something you can’t get in today’s society.
Don’t forget, I carry your past thoughts, so I know very well what you were thinking at that time.
It is the feeling of being able to control at will and change the fate of others that shapes your current character."
The diary uses extremely sharp words to point out the subtle psychological changes that even Zuo Si himself was not aware of.
Of course, it will only express its own opinions and suggestions when there are no outsiders, and it will habitually remain silent on weekdays.
"So you think I have feelings for Asta similar to Stockholm Synthesis?" Zuo Si asked with interest, touching his chin.
The diary replied in an emotionless tone: "On the contrary, your reaction is more serious and terrifying.
At least I have never heard of anyone suffering from Stockholm Syndrome who would not hesitate to kill the person who once made him dependent.
I think you suffer from another kind of psychological problem, that is, you are always in a strong sense of uneasiness and crisis.
This is also the reason why you would launch violent revenge on those who threaten your life.
Any external stimulus that exceeds a certain threshold will trigger a violent reaction in you.
This is unusual and also makes you look dangerous in the eyes of others."
"So according to the diagnosis of modern medicine and psychology, I should be considered a patient suffering from mental illness and mental problems? And the illness is not serious?" Zuo Si couldn't help laughing and mocking himself.
In modern society, when a policeman shoots a criminal, he must undergo a series of mental evaluations and psychological counseling, not to mention the things he has experienced.
In other words, after being forced to dismember living and dead bodies for more than a year, I am lucky that I did not turn into a mentally twisted and sick lunatic.
As for other aspects, naturally we can’t ask for too much.
What's more, Faerûn is not much better. There are so many lunatics, paranoiacs, psychopaths, fanatics, devil worshipers and devil believers.
Conspirators from all walks of life are also on the stage, and there is no stable life to live at all.
In such a big environment, do you still want to be a normal person who abides by the law?
Stop dreaming!
"Modern medicine and psychology target ordinary people, and you are already different from them.
I just want to remind you not to always maintain this high-tension state of constantly fighting with others. You should also relax a little occasionally.
For example, go into a relationship with women who are obviously attracted to you.
If you like something more mature, I think Alustriel is good.
Her rich experience and gentle personality in this area can bring you an unprecedented pleasure experience.
If you like someone a bit younger, Hermione Granger is a good choice, and you can take this opportunity to get closer and train her to become a qualified helper.
If you like to obey your own words, then consider Isadora. Although she has big mental and psychological problems, she will never refuse any request you make.
As for those creatures such as tree spirits, water fairies, succubi, and lust demons that can only be used to vent desires and energy, forget about them.
In short, what you need now is to divert your attention a little and let your tense nerves completely relax."
The diary gives its own suggestions straightforwardly.
Unlike the consciousness of Strange Objects and Mage Tower, which was basically "mentally retarded" in the early stages of its birth, because the content inside recorded a large number of thoughts, it had a complete and independent consciousness from the beginning of its birth.
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"I didn't expect you to actually care about my love life..."
Zuo Si's mouth twitched and he complained softly.
"I just don't want to see my master turn into a monster with endless thirst for magic and knowledge in the future. In addition, you haven't slept for almost five days, it's best to take this time to take a rest.
Just a moment."
After saying that, the diary fell into silence and no longer made any sound.
Regarding its reminders and suggestions, Zuo Si just shrugged his shoulders, obviously not taking them seriously.
Because after all, this thing is just a magical creation, carrying part of one's own thoughts and consciousness, and it may not always be correct.
In this way, after simply using a spell to clean up the dust in the room, he quickly lay down, closed his eyes and entered a state of sleep.
Although just one or two hours is not enough to restore spell and divine spells, it can greatly relieve mental fatigue.
Since gaining divine power, Zuo Si's sleep has basically not been normal and regular. He needs to prepare his magic again before he chooses to rest for up to eight hours. On weekdays, it is twenty-four hours, forty-eight hours, and seventy-two hours.
The continuous rotation of classes.
To a certain extent, he is no less crazy than Irenicas who wants to become a member of the elven gods.
While the Undead War in the Floating City of Plantia was in full swing, Luskan, the City of Thousand Sails at the northernmost tip of the west coast of the Faerûn continent, welcomed a very special group of visitors.
They are not humans, but dwarves from the ancient Mithral Hall.
The leader is the current king, the leader of the dwarf Warhammer clan, a famous adventurer who once participated in the Shattered Magic Crystal incident in Icewind Dale, and a friend of the dark elf ranger Drizzt, who successfully killed the shadow dragon that invaded his homeland.
—— Harlem Urim Shimmer, and Bruno Warhammer who recast the crown of Mithril Hall.
Because he successfully regained the former home of the Warhammer clan in 1356 DR, and was later attacked by the dark elves of Menzoberranzan in the Underdark during the Year of Troubles, he took in hundreds of the massacred dwarf survivors of Brynden City. He is now
The Mithril Hall he leads has become one of the largest suppliers of mithril, steel and various weapons and armor in the entire North.
Even because it has seized too much market share, it has aroused hostility from Miraba, which also relies mainly on minerals and metal smelting.
Although Alustriel of Silvermoon City intervened and no war broke out in the end, the private infighting never stopped.
In order to open up the market so that the things produced in Mithral Hall can be sold and exchanged for food, salt, wine, cloth and other living materials, the old dwarf had to come out of the tentacles extending southward from the mountains of the Spine of the World and cross
In the hidden forest full of dangers, carefully avoid the hostile Mirabar, and take a boat down the Mirar River to Luskan.
Of course, the so-called King of Mithral Hall, including the underground dwarfs who came to seek refuge, actually has less than a thousand subjects, and they all live in dark tunnels.
Looking at the astonishing number of stalls and bustling hawking in Luskan Market, Bruno raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked the dwarf guide following him: "What on earth is going on? I don't remember that there are so many in the City of Sails.
Businessman."
The latter smiled and explained: "Your Majesty, since the Nelanthel Islands captured Luskan, they have carried out a large-scale purge of the original thieves' guilds, pirates and lycanthropes in the sewers.
Several chambers of commerce that monopolized trade were also mercilessly banned and all their property confiscated.
When these guys who hindered trade disappeared, merchants from Amn, Baldur's Gate, Waterdeep and Neverwinter quickly swarmed in, selling the specialties they brought while purchasing various valuable goods from the North. Moreover, the new ruler also relocated all the residents of Mingtan Island, freed all the slaves, and gave them jobs and rewards.
So the market here is showing unprecedented prosperity.
People from all the towns and villages in the surrounding areas are willing to conduct transactions here without even paying a single copper coin in town tax.
If you want to sell the weapons, armor, iron ingots and mithril we produce, this should be the ideal place.
Especially for mithril, fine gold and gems, the officials here have offered very high prices to purchase them in unlimited quantities."
"So what you mean is...let us sign a long-term trade contract directly with the other party?" Bruno touched the thick beard on his chin and fell into thought.
There is no doubt that as a dwarf who was born and raised in Icewind Dale, he does not have very good senses about Luskan.
At least during his adventurous journey to find Mithril Hall a few years ago, this city did not leave the least bit of a good impression on him.
Whether it was the conflict and fight that broke out in the tavern, the high price paid for purchasing information, or the pursuit by members of the Arcane Brotherhood.
What's more, Akal Kessell, who brought the Broken Magic Crystal to cause a bloody storm in Icewind Dale, was also an apprentice of the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood.
The dwarf guide obviously didn't know what his king was thinking, and he promised emphatically: "Please believe me, there should be no other buyer in the entire North who is willing to pay such a high price for mithril, fine gold and gems."
Home.
And we can also buy the necessary daily necessities on the way back.
Although I also know that Mithral Hall and Silvermoon City are allies, and they are closer.
But the market in Silvermoon City obviously cannot consume all our goods, but Luskan can.
In addition, it is very close to Neverwinter City and shipping is very convenient. Even ordinary iron weapons and armor can be sold at a good price."
"Okay, then I'll listen to you and try to talk to them first."
Bruno hesitated again and again but still couldn't make up his mind.
Soon, under the leadership of the guide, the group of dwarves walked through the streets and arrived at the city hall that was built not long ago under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
After explaining the purpose of the visit to the receptionist, the news was presented to Eric as quickly as possible.
Since Zuo Si and the lichs are no longer here, he is temporarily left as the nominal supreme ruler to handle some diplomatic matters.
Although in the eyes of this former pirate leader, a small force like Mithril Hall with a population of less than a thousand people is not worthy of negotiating terms with him.
But for the sake of mithril, fine gold and gems, he still chose to meet the other party.
After all, these things are all things Vanessa wants, and they are ranked very high in various priorities. They are real strategic materials.
Eric knows his position very well, so he doesn't dare to neglect it at all.
After about a few minutes, the two parties saw each other in the reception room.
"Hello, the ruler of Luskan and the Nelanthel Islands, the supreme king of the Western Sea." Bruno suppressed his boredom and said the diplomatic rhetoric prepared for him by his advisors.
As an upright dwarf, what he hates most is this extremely hypocritical title, and he prefers to call people by their first names in conversations.
In contrast, Eric, who had received etiquette education, was already familiar with this, and responded with a smile: "I am also very happy to meet you, the king of Mithril Hall, the famous dragon slayer."
Without a doubt!
Killing the black dragon Shimmer and regaining his homeland belonging to the Warhammer clan was the proudest thing in Bruno's life. A smile from the bottom of his heart suddenly appeared on his originally awkward face.
"Hahahaha! Okay, we are both warriors, so let's not brag about each other's achievements here. Let's get straight to the point."
"No problem. Please sit down."
Eric greeted the other party very skillfully and winked at the servant on the side.
The latter understood it and immediately took out a bottle of rum and poured a glass for everyone present.
The dwarves, who never knew what politeness meant, smelled the smell of alcohol and immediately raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp. They were instantly choked by the strong and spicy taste and coughed.
You must know that these spirits, which are fermented, distilled, and finally blended with residues from the sugar making process, are not the light beers they usually drink. The alcohol content can even reach about 40 degrees.
However, after a brief cough, Bruno immediately returned to normal, his face flushed and he licked his lips and praised: "It's good! I like it! What kind of wine is this? Why have I never heard of it before?"
"Rum, which is a specialty of the Nelanthel Islands, is very popular among merchants and sailors and has always been in short supply. If we can sign a large enough trade agreement, then you can get priority in purchasing
Right." Eric threw out the first bait calmly.
Everyone in the entire Faerûn continent knows that due to their physical constitution, almost all dwarves are addicted to alcohol.
In addition, he owns a brewery in his own business, so he will naturally not miss this good opportunity to satisfy the lich and make money for himself.
"Then it depends on whether the price you offer is sincere enough. After all, from Mithral Hall to Luskan, we must pass through Mirabar. The risk we have to bear is not small." Bruno tried to bargain. p>
Although this was not what he was good at, he still faithfully fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations as a king.
Eric lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then quickly said: "I can give you two choices about this. One is that you are responsible for transportation and ensuring safety along the way. We are only responsible for harvest payment, and the purchase price is increased by two
The other one is for us to be responsible for the section from Miraba to Luskan, but the purchase price remains unchanged."
"You are responsible for the transportation?!" Bruro was instantly surprised.
You must know that Mithril Hall is a secluded location. Since its establishment, no businessmen have been willing to patronize it.
Otherwise, they would not always have to worry about how to sell their products if they had such a huge mine.
"Aren't you afraid of arousing Miraba's hostility?" Another dwarf couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this question, Eric immediately showed a disdainful expression and said: "Miraba? If they dare to do anything remotely hostile to the goods shipped from Mithral Hall, I guarantee that the people behind the scenes will
The master will pay ten times or even a hundred times the price.
Do you know why Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood perished?
It's because they tried to go south and rob merchant ships in the waters under our control.
If Miraba is not afraid of death, then let them do it.
I'm very much looking forward to seeing how they will react when faced with a huge fleet and surrounded by thousands of troops."
"Fuck! Just these words! I will make you my friend!"
Bruno suddenly stood up from his chair and uttered a curse word without any image of a king.
You don't need to ask to know that he must have been tripped up a lot by the other party during this period, and he is holding back his anger.
Just considering the face that must be given to Alustriel, I have to endure it for the time being.
After all, in the process of conquering Mithril Hall, the other party helped a lot. As for the Warhammer clan, it still owes a favor that has not been repaid.
But Eric obviously doesn't need to worry about this.
He had already received instructions from Vanessa. If anyone dared to provoke someone without opening his eyes, he would respond directly with actual actions.
"How many gems, mithril and fine gold can the Mithril Hall provide at most each year?"
Seeing that the dwarf king was already a little over the top, Eric immediately took the opportunity to raise the question he was most concerned about.
"If we go all out, we can smelt up to thirty tons of mithril, five tons of fine gold, three thousand high-quality gems, and fifteen thousand medium-quality gems." Bruno quickly gave an exact number.
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Since dwarves and underground gnomes are both good at digging holes and exploring mineral veins, and Mithril Hall is located in a dark area that is rich in mineral deposits, its output of magical metals is simply not comparable to that of ordinary surface mineral veins.
As a small town in Naxikai, Amn started from mining, there are at least three to four thousand people engaged in mining, but the annual output of mithril is only five tons, and the fine gold is only enough to make a sword or an axe.
degree.
"We want all of these things." Eric's eyes flashed with excitement and ecstasy.
For him, as long as he completes this deal, he will immediately receive praise from Vanessa.
Maybe when the lich is happy, he will fulfill his promise and crown himself the king.
Although this king is just a puppet, and it is foreseeable that his descendants will not be able to escape the fate of becoming puppets, it is still much better than the current situation without even a formal title.
"All of them? Do you know how much these things cost?"
Bruno was completely frightened by the other party's terrifying appetite.
He didn't think that the Neransir Islands plus Luskan could make that much money in one year through taxation and trade.
"Don't worry, it's just a few million gold coins, we can afford it."
Eric showed his rich character with a wave of his hand.
Maybe others don't know the astonishing financial resources that Nelanser Islands currently possess, but he can probably know something about it through the compiled ledgers.
Although Bruno and other dwarves of the Warhammer clan were skeptical about this, they finally signed an agreement with the guarantee of paying the money and delivering the goods.
It is stipulated in the agreement that Luskan's side has the first right to purchase all gems and magic metals produced by Mithril Hall.
Only when the former can't eat anymore can the latter sell the remaining portion to other buyers.
In return, Luskan will provide Mithril Hall with a special ship to transport various living supplies.
Make a round trip at least once a month, transporting goods to the mouth of the river hidden at the edge of the forest.
Of course, except in winter when roads are blocked by ice and snow.
Because Miralco is frozen throughout the winter, there is no way to use the river for transportation.
After the agreement was signed, Bruno did not rush back to Mithril Hall. Instead, he threw away the guides, advisors and guards around him and walked into a tavern alone.
However, he did not go straight to the bar to order a drink like other dwarves living locally. Instead, he patrolled the hall and soon found a familiar figure hiding in an inconspicuous corner. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed it.
He raised his head and drank from the wine glass placed in front of him, then smashed his mouth and asked: "How is it, are you finished observing the new ruler of this city?"
"No. But we can already draw some conclusions."
As he spoke, the man, whose whole body was covered under a hood and cloak, slowly raised his head, revealing the dark skin and white hair hidden inside.
There is no doubt that he is a notorious dark elf on the surface.
Combined with his relationship with Bruno, it is not difficult to guess that his true identity is the legendary ranger Drizzt Do'Urden.
The dwarf was obviously very interested in this, and he immediately smiled and joked: "Then why don't you tell us about it? You know, I just met the famous King of the West Sea today. Although it is said that he was once the most brutal under Hallet.
He is a pirate captain, but after meeting him, he feels more like a cunning nobleman and businessman."
Drizzt has long been used to this kind of teasing from his friends, and he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Generally speaking, I am still optimistic about the recent changes here.
At least the slaves have gained their freedom, and most civilians can find jobs. Even the beggars on the road who have lost the ability to work can eat two relief meals a day.
Of course, the price was the cruel and merciless purge.
According to my estimate, the number of the dead is at least more than two thousand, and almost all of the corpses were transformed into undead and sent to farms, mines and lumberyards outside the city for work.
They took the place of the original slaves and worked non-stop day and night.
This reminds me of some practices in my hometown of Menzoberranzan.
However, compared to the lifeless undead, my bloodthirsty and cruel compatriots obviously prefer living slaves who can make melodious screams."
A thoughtful expression appeared on Bruno's face: "So you think Luskan will become a potential friend instead of an enemy? By the way, it is broad daylight, how did you deceive the guards and enter the city?" Drizzt replied without thinking: "I did not deceive anyone, but I showed my identity openly and walked in from the front door. Although many people still looked at me with vigilance, suspicion and hostility." "What? They allowed the dark elves to enter the city!" The dwarf's eyes widened in shock.
You must know that just a few years ago, when they ventured in the Northland to search for clues to Mithril Hall, this legendary ranger was banned from entering by various city-states along the way more than once. Even Silvermoon City was no exception, and some even threatened him.
Gotta kill him.
It is precisely because of this strong hostility and rejection that Drizzt has been depressed for a long time, and even doubted whether his choice to leave his hometown was wrong.
"Haha, instead of allowing all dark elves to enter the city, only Drizzt Do'Urden is allowed to enter. It seems that all these years of adventure have not been in vain, and I finally gained some recognition and acceptance."
When talking about this matter, a touch of unnoticeable emotion flashed in the ranger's eyes.
However, he may never know that this order was actually issued by Zuo Si himself and has nothing to do with recognition or acceptance.