Shadow Valley is a city that stands on the border of the valley and Cormanthor, next to a wide and fast-flowing river.
Different from other typical towns in Faerûn, in addition to being home to several voters of the goddess of magic, including Elminster, it is also a city without the protection of high walls, and has adopted a true one-person-one-vote electoral system.
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The political system here is very interesting, a bit like a combination of democratic elections and feudalism.
Commoners who own land, property and freedom will elect a lord, and then swear allegiance to the lord through a ceremony. He will manage and lead the daily operations of the entire city, as well as resist possible invasions from the Cormanthor region.
Dark elves, goblins, orcs and other monsters.
Of course, the Valley of Shadows is so close to the crisis-ridden Cormanthor and still dares not to build a city wall, mainly because the souls of Elminster, Storm Silverhand and Sheron are sitting there, and other elects of the goddess of magic can be summoned when necessary.
Come help.
Otherwise, with its own militia quality and defense strength, it would have been occupied and destroyed countless times.
The reason why Silen died and existed in the form of a soul is because he died in the battle to protect the Valley of Shadows.
More than 70% of the city's existence and standing is due to the powerful magical power of the "Great Sage of Shadow Valley".
Therefore, no matter how bad the outside world's evaluation of Elminster is, the people here always support and love him.
It can even tolerate some of the old mage's weird habits and habits, and allow strangers who are dangerous at first glance to enter the city.
In the eyes of the people of Shadowdale, no matter how dangerous the visitors are or whether they have malicious intentions, the invincible Elminster can always handle everything.
But today, when a bald mage appeared on the street, Elminster, who never showed off to anyone, actually opened the door of the house and stood outside to greet him with Storm Queen Xinbu. p>
This bald mage knew without asking that he was Mordenkainen who had just visited Zuo Si.
As soon as the two parties met, Xinbu asked impatiently: "How is it, have you seen him?"
Mordenkainen nodded slightly: "Well, I have seen it. Thank you for the letter of recommendation you wrote to me. Otherwise, it would not be easy to enter his mage tower. Do you know? I actually saw it inside.
A blazing god."
"What? Are you sure your eyes are not blurry and you mistakenly mistook the alien god servant for the blazing god servant?" Xinbu raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Do you think I would make such a stupid mistake? I am a blazing god, but I don't know why my body is filled with amazing natural energy. Also, are you sure you want to talk about this here?"
As he said that, Mordenkainen glanced at the ordinary people around him with curious expressions on their faces, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.
"Please come in. I have baked some delicious cherry pies at home, as well as a fragrant hot cocoa drink from the Maztec continent. We can talk while eating."
Elminster took the initiative to make a gesture of invitation.
With the sound of the door closing, the three of them disappeared into this small, inconspicuous-looking house.
After about a few minutes, they were sitting around the fireplace, tasting cherry pie baked by the Great Sage of Shadow Valley himself, and drinking hot cocoa drinks that exuded a rich aroma.
Some scholars once said that time and aging are the biggest enemies of mankind, but for Elminster, it is just the opposite.
After all, no matter who he is, as long as he is a normal person with similar intelligence, he can accumulate knowledge, skills and experience that ordinary people cannot achieve after living for more than a thousand years.
Not to mention that Elminster himself is a genius in the field of magic, otherwise he would not have been selected by the second-generation magic goddess.
Especially his cooking skills, which may be due to the fact that when he was young, he always had adventures, ate, and slept in the open. He even cooked and ate special ingredients such as dragon meat, so he is quite good.
Even Mordenkainen, who is very picky about the taste and texture of food, ate it with gusto.
After he finished a piece of cherry pie, he picked up the cup and took a sip of hot cocoa, patiently waiting for the other party to ask questions.
Obviously, visiting Zuo Si was not only Mordenkainen's own wish, but also included a deal with the two electors of the goddess of magic.
In other words, these spellcasters who stand at the top of their respective worlds do not only focus on their own three-acre land.
Instead, they will maintain close contact with each other and occasionally gather together to hold secret meetings.
Sometimes it is to exchange and share magical knowledge and new discoveries, sometimes it is to exchange information and intelligence, and occasionally I will ask the other party to do a small favor that is not convenient for me to do.
In short, Elminster, Mordenkainen, and Ximbu are all frequent visitors to this secret gathering.
In the world of Klein where the story of Dragonlance takes place, Dalamar, the disciple of the most powerful and famous archmage Raistlin, was once teased as a clown by three bosses at the gathering.
Although he is the strongest black-robed mage in the world after Raistlin's death, he is still far behind compared with the real strong ones.
Of course, this does not rule out the fact that the world of Klein itself is relatively lacking in magic resources and the number of mages is extremely rare.
But at least while Raistlin is alive, he is definitely qualified to communicate with Mordenkainen, Elminster and others on an equal footing.
"Do you know what Soth has been doing recently?"
After a while, Elminster spoke first and broke the silence.
"Which aspect are you referring to? The outer plane, this world, or some other time and space he has been to?" Mordenkainen asked calmly.
Elminster answered without thinking: "Of course it is the continent of Faerûn beneath our feet.
As far as I know, he has recently united with the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, and Woking, the goddess of wealth, and seems to be making some big move.
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Whether it is the airship, a means of transportation that may bring about drastic changes to the entire world, or the West Coast Trade Alliance, which has invited many countries and city-states to join, they all make me feel very uneasy.
The most important thing is that the prophecy of the wise Alando is coming true, and the descendants of Baal, the god of murder, are awakening in large numbers and starting to fight for the Blood Throne.
I'm not sure what Soth's attitude is on this matter."
Mordenkainen immediately showed disgust when he heard these questions, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "You are still the same as before, always like to meddle in such nosy matters that have no practical significance. Tell me, Ilmins
Special, are you confident that you can defeat a blazing god with an artifact in a battle?"
"No mortal dares to make such a guarantee, and I am no exception."
Elminster gave a very straightforward negative answer.
Although in the turbulent years, he once faced the gods who came as saints and launched a fierce battle with them.
Anyone with some religious knowledge knows that the god in the posture of a saint is not a real god at all, otherwise the second-generation magic goddess would not be easily killed by Heim, who is responsible for guarding the gate.
The Blazing Gods can be regarded as special demigods to a certain extent.
Therefore, Elminster is not sure whether he can get any benefits from the attendants of the God of Blazing Sky by relying on the silver fire in his body and other special means.
The most likely result is that he will be pinned to the ground and rubbed repeatedly, unable to fight back.
Let alone deal with the Seraph God, he may not even be able to deal with the big devils in hell who were exiled by Asmodeus.
"Since you know you are not your opponent, why do you still intervene?
No matter what Soth wants to do, he has made sufficient preparations, and there is absolutely no way you and the group of Harpers who think they are saving the world can stop it.
Look at the fate of the mad god Cyric, don't you understand that he is completely different from those you have met before?
Soth's unique character determines that he rarely uses force rashly, especially using naked violence to force others to obey him, and then achieves rule through cruel means that may arouse strong resistance.
On the contrary, this interesting young man is very proficient in the weaknesses of human nature, good at grasping the psychology of others, and can use the knowledge and resources at hand to create huge benefits and win the support of the majority of people.
After winning the support of the majority, we will use the power of the majority to attack the enemies who are the minority.
I summarized some of the things Soth did when he came to Toril, and found that he almost never fought alone, and no matter what he did, he always had a large group of allies standing by his side.
And keep at least one or two backup plans that can reduce losses and reverse the adverse situation after failure.
The most important thing is that his soul may exude a strong evil aura, but it is not chaotic or cruel.
The lower classes within his control are even better off than those so-called good-minded areas.
So I really don’t understand what you are worried about.
In my opinion, letting Soth rule the west coast of this continent is not a bad thing, but a good thing.
At least from a macro perspective, it can make business more prosperous and allow ordinary people to live in a relatively safe and orderly social environment.
This will also promote the development of civilization and the improvement of population quality.
Perhaps decades or even centuries later, a magical civilization as powerful as Netheril or Imaskar will be born again on this land.
As for the small destruction and sacrifices caused in the process of achieving this goal, they are just the pain of realizing a more grand vision.
Even without Soth, do you think those civilians can live a stable life?
No!
Whether it is the numerous monsters, wild beasts, or the heavy taxes collected by the greedy lords in their name, they are all huge challenges they face in their survival.
As the saying goes, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
Only by establishing a strong and unified political power can all this be eliminated from the root.
As for the sons of Baal, Soth has never concealed his intentions.
He wants to seize the death priesthood originally belonging to the God of Murder for Talona, the first goddess who gave him power and identity as a chosen one."
When he said these words, Mordenkainen's tone was obviously full of admiration for Zuo Si.
As a person from the absolutely neutral camp, he has never liked Elminster's petty behavior.
On the contrary, I really agree with Zuo Si's idea of showing the evil side of human nature without concealment, but also knowing what is enough and never breaking the balance of good and evil easily.
The only thing that made Mordenkainen feel a little regretful was that Zuo Si was too inclined to be lawful and had some kind of "narrow prejudice" against demons from the bottomless abyss.
Otherwise, the two should be able to reach an agreement on maintaining the great "balance" of the universe.
You must know that he formed an army of his own in the world of Greyhawk, and then repeatedly jumped between the good and evil camps, and even helped the devils fight more than once, just to prevent good and evil from gaining the absolute upper hand.
"So... he is really planning to unify the entire west coast of Ferenc and establish an empire?"
Elminster grasped the key point keenly and put down the cup in his hand with a solemn expression.
Mordenkainen shook his head slightly: "Sorry, you shouldn't ask me this question, but you should ask Soth directly.
After all, you are all the chosen ones of the Magic Goddess, aren’t you?
The only thing I know is that he has enough strength, ability and means to achieve this goal.
Shah En VII, who is about to unify Kalingshan and Tethyr in the south, has made a young girl the crown prince. I believe you should know what he wants to do.
In addition, Amn has also undergone some drastic political changes recently.
According to the results of my investigation, after a brief struggle within the six-person council, it has gradually been controlled by a woman named Vera Salem Quant.
Guess who she is loyal to now?
The powerful mages in the Masked Mage Guild now dare not disobey the orders issued by Soth.
They even merged with the Emerald Society that they had been encircling and hunting for many years.
As for Baldur's Gate, its back was broken in the naval battle a few years ago.
All merchants engaged in maritime trade must rely on the fleet of the Nelanser Islands to continue doing business.
I think one sentence from Soth is more effective than a hundred words from the dukes who are engaged in fierce internal fighting.
If coupled with the trade alliance initiated and established by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, the power controlled by Soth has become unrivaled.
Maybe in your rigid traditional thinking, you would think that kind-hearted city-states and countries such as Waterdeep, Neverwinter, and Silvermoon Alliance would stand up and fiercely oppose it.
But the actual situation is that Alustriel was the first to sign his name on the agreement on behalf of the Silver Moon Federation, and Lord Nasir did not hesitate to announce that Neverwinter would join it.
In contrast, Waterdeep, which is still hesitating and having heated discussions, actually can't hold on much longer.
Because the emergence of airships has greatly reduced transportation costs, which originally accounted for the largest proportion of land trade.
If the lords of Waterdeep City choose not to join, then their merchants and the various goods they produce will quickly lose their price competitiveness and will not be sold at all, which will eventually lead to a series of serious negative consequences.
Maybe the whole city will decline and perish because of this.
Unless...
Can you stand up and provide a more convenient, cheaper, faster and safer means of transportation than airships?
For example, a permanent portal that can connect two cities."
"You actually spent time doing detailed research on the West Coast?"
Xinbu's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Of course!
I have even been to the ninth level of Baator Hell before, and witnessed with my own eyes that wonderful city that can be called a great miracle.
Believe me, if you go there, you will also be amazed by Soth's vision, thoughts and creativity.
He not only broke the original strict hierarchy and extremely repressive atmosphere of the devils, but also completely reversed the mortal understanding that lawful evil is equivalent to pain, torture, tyranny, oppression and slavery, and made countless people feel the impact of it.
Unprecedented happiness.
More than 90% of the mortals who have been there feel that living in this giant bustling city is ten thousand times better than the best city in their hometown.
Even if the final result is to sign a contract to sell their souls and become completely depraved, they have no regrets at all.
This crystal ball records what I saw on the ninth level of hell. If you are interested, you can take a look.
After reading this, I hope you will answer a question.
If evil is no longer something that makes people feel pain, but can instead gain pleasure from it, how do you prevent them from choosing to become a part of evil?"
As the last word blurted out, Mordenkainen took out a palm-sized magic crystal ball from his pocket, and then read the password from his mouth to activate the images stored inside.
Instantly!
A place full of high-rise buildings, colorful neon lights, various advanced vehicles powered by oil or electricity, and a constant stream of people enjoying food, wine, beauty, video games and various entertainment services.
If they hadn't just received some information from Mordenkainen, and at the same time could see a large number of different types of devils coming in and out, Elminster and Simbu would simply not believe that such a city would be a level in Baator's hell.
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Because at first glance there is nothing related to pain, torture, oppression and slavery, but instead it is full of unrestrained indulgence and freedom.
It is easy to tell from the expressions on the faces of those mortals and petitioners that they are either excited, enjoying, or extremely happy, that they almost love this place to death.
As we all know, the chaotic camp is the group that most likes to pursue freedom without any restrictions.
It just so happens that the two people in front of me are all from the Chaos camp.
Among them, Elminster is chaotic good, while Ximbu is chaotic neutral.
So they were immediately deeply attracted by the huge cyberpunk-style world, and began to look for the parts they were interested in from the pictures displayed by the crystal ball.
Among them, Elminster is obviously more concerned about electronic products and perfect succubi who are engaged in special service industries, while Xinbu prefers vehicles with cool shapes and loud engine noises when driven, especially those with lightning speed.
Two-wheel heavy motorcycle.
Whenever she sees a creature riding this kind of vehicle speeding past on the road, the Storm Queen will feel her heartbeat speed up and her adrenaline surge.
Time passes minute by minute.
After the two of them had watched all the scenes recorded in the crystal ball, Elminster sighed slightly: "Okay, I think I begin to understand what you want to express.
Soth is truly unlike anyone I've met before.
He is a planeswalker who possesses countless knowledge, vision and unique insights from other times, spaces and even universes, so he cannot be measured according to common sense.
I should not and do not need to stop Soth from integrating the countries and towns on the west coast.
Because he has never been a destroyer or destroyer, but a very clever creator and builder who can bring many very positive impacts to the world.
This is why many gods like to cooperate with him.
But I still stick to my original idea, which must be restricted and restricted to a certain extent."
"Restrictions and restrictions? Just you and those Harpers who may not even know what they are doing?" Mordenkainen asked with a sneer.
Elminster shrugged his shoulders: "You have to try to find out. Don't underestimate the power of the Harper Alliance. They have smashed the conspiracy of enemies many times more powerful than themselves on more than one occasion." p>
Seeing that this old stubborn man couldn't listen to his words, Mordenkainen immediately turned his attention to Xinbu: "Storm Queen, you won't go crazy with him this time, right?"
"No, of course not. I'm still waiting for Soth to develop his power to the coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars, and then establish trade links with Aglalon, which I rule, to make the entire country rich and powerful." Xinbu pursed his lips.
He responded with a smile.
"A wise choice.
Although in external rumors, you are always known as a reckless person who is easily swallowed up by his fiery temper.
But in my opinion, you are often much smarter and calmer than Elminster.
Okay, that’s it for this conversation.
I hope that when we meet next time, we won’t hear the news of Elminster’s murder.”
Having said that, Mordenkainen stood up and prepared to use interdimensional teleportation magic to return to his home lair.
Just when he had just taken out the expensive spell-casting materials, Elminster suddenly smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't die that easily.
What's more, I'm pretty sure that even if I had a head-on conflict with Soss, he would at best beat me up rather than kill me.
Just like if I win this fight, I won't kill the killer.
Because the contradiction between us is closer to the differences in thoughts, concepts and values, rather than the kind of fight that must be divided into life and death."
"Then I hope he can break a few more of your ribs in the battle and burn off all your proud beard and hair."
Mordenkainen rolled his eyes angrily, then quickly chanted a spell and completed the complex spell-casting action, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant.
After confirming that the mage king of the Greyhawk world had completely left, Xinbu asked in a slightly concerned tone: "Are you really sure you want to be an enemy of Soth?"
"No, it's not an enemy, it's just to stop some of his plans and attempts. The Sons of Baal incident is a good entry point. Let me try this planeswalker, the chosen god and the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell.
It’s fine.”
As he spoke, Elminster grabbed the wooden cane beside him and stood up, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
Obviously, he did not make this decision impromptuly, but after careful consideration.
Because when the two met for the first time, Zuo Si's power was far from as powerful as it is now, and his power was limited to the area around Amn's capital, Ascatla, and he was unable to have a profound impact on the continent beneath his feet.
However, with the rapid expansion of its strength and influence, Zuo Si is now able to influence almost one-fifth or even larger of the Faerûn continent, and is undergoing drastic transformations according to his own ideas and concepts.
This rapid and unpredictable change in the future has made Elminster full of worry, fearing that there will be another horrific disaster like the one at the end of the Netheril era.
Therefore, he wants to use his own methods to delay the speed of change and destroy some more radical plans. It is best to continue to maintain the current status.
Of course, Zuo Si still didn't know that the first choice of the Magic Goddess, the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, had already set his sights on him.
But even if I knew it, I would just laugh it off and not care too much.
In his eyes, Elminster's approach is tantamount to an old stubborn who has great power but cannot keep up with the times, trying to slow down the development of the entire civilization by himself.
When a head-on collision occurs, Elminster will find that he is not fighting a small group of people as he imagined, but a group of vested interests that is growing like a snowball.
There are not only nobles and merchants here, but also farmers, guards, craftsmen, and practitioners who provide various services who can also benefit from it.
Even if you are a god, if you dare to block the path of this train, you may be smashed to pieces in an instant.
You must know that the faith of most mortals is not that devout. Basically, some of them are just casual believers, and they may change their patron saint at some point.
When a certain god seriously harms their interests, then the belief in that god will naturally be spurned and resisted.
In fact, just when Elminster and Mordenkainen met, land transportation networks built by giant airships had already appeared in the skies over many cities.
The farthest point even reaches the Dragon Coast area adjacent to the Sea of Fallen Stars.
Even coastal cities like Ximen, Pros, Irip and other coastal cities have expressed their desire to become a part of the trade alliance after seeing the terrifying load capacity and transportation efficiency of airships.
After all, it is not possible to go by sea from the Sea of Fallen Stars in the center of the continent to the west coast. You must change into a carriage and take the overland road to Steam Lake, and then from Steam Lake through the Sea of Glory and the Sea of Swords, and finally reach the Sword Sea.
Bay.
However, airships can easily cross thousands of meters of mountains, take the shortest straight air route, and only need two or three days to reach their destination.
This is much more time-consuming and labor-intensive than trying to go around in a big circle, and the cost is also quite cheap. As long as you join the "group purchase" organized by the Goddess of Wealth Church, it is even cheaper and more cost-effective than shipping.
As for security...
Ever since they learned that the fixed route connecting Silvermoon City and Askatra had been opened, no businessman would doubt it.
After all, it is possible to cross such a dangerous large area without incident, and there is no risk of falling in a relatively safe plain like this.
What's more, the fate of the evil dragons and monster tribes that attacked the airship was enough to serve as a warning to the monkeys.
A total of nine dragons of different colors, as well as more than 8,000 bloody heads, are currently hanging on the Ascaltra's landing platform for public display.
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The strong visual impact is enough to make most people believe that Zuo Si is absolutely capable and willing to kill any arrogant person who dares to rob the airship, no matter if the opponent is a monster or a huge dragon that makes people change their minds.<
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At the moment, he is sitting in the conference room of the Masked Mage Guild Headquarters, with his hands folded on his chest, and his eyes full of scrutiny scanned the restless faces with nervous expressions on their faces.
You don't need to ask to know that these people are all the great mages of the Masked Mage Guild with levels above LV13, and they are also the real people in power within the organization.
The reason why they behave like this is that behind each of them stands at least five lichs who master nine-ring magic.
In addition, there is a dragon lich crawling on the floor nearby, motionless like a well-behaved pet.
"I believe that after the cordial and friendly visit and consultation, you all should already know why I came here, right?" Zuo Si asked slowly.
"Of course! From today on, you are the master and supreme leader of the Masked Mage Guild. We will obey every order you give without any objection."
A dwarf mage specializing in illusion with a spellcasting level as high as LV18 quickly stood up and responded while wiping his sweat.
From the fear in his eyes, it is easy to see that he was frightened.
No matter who is sleeping in a room in the mage tower that he thinks is safe, and is suddenly pulled out of bed by five lichs and taken away by force, his performance will not be any better.
So fucking scary!
Until now, the dwarf archmage has not figured out what method the other party used to avoid alerting the guards and magic protection in the mage tower.
This also means that if the other party wants to kill him, he will not even have a chance to call for help or escape.
"Yes! We are willing to surrender to you!"
"I am willing to hand over all the power and resources in my hands and wait for you to do whatever you want."
"This is a small and disrespectful gift, please accept it."
"Lord Soth, I have a very talented, young and beautiful half-elf granddaughter. Why don't I give it to you as an apprentice?"
All of a sudden, the top leaders of the Masked Mage Guild turned into licking dogs.
It’s impossible not to lick it!
Ever since being visited by a lich, no one has thought of running away.
But no matter where they go, these lichs can always find them when needed.
After realizing the terrifying power in Zuo Si's hands, the archmages present completely resigned themselves to their fate.
After all, the number of lichs who master the nine-ring magic under his command is far more than that of his own several times, so why fight? Just raise the white flag and surrender as soon as possible.
Anyway, high-level mages are such a scarce resource. As long as they don't have any deep hatred, they usually won't kill them all. At worst, they can just accept the treatment of being treated like dogs.
What's more, there are so many lichs in an organization, doesn't it just mean that the other party has the technology and methods to completely transform lichs?
If we could get these, wouldn't we be able to escape death and gain eternal life?
Appreciating the groveling manner of these archmages who usually thought highly of themselves, Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! I like people who know current affairs.
Don’t worry, I won’t change your position in the short term, let alone deprive you of your power within the guild.
But there is one thing!
From now on, when I am enforcing the law, I will turn a blind eye.
Unless there is too much trouble, ignore the behavior of releasing arcane magic on the streets, as well as the merchants and adventurers selling magic scrolls, potions and items."
"You mean... gradually relaxing the ban and control of arcane magic?"
A human woman who looked very old cautiously tried.
"That's right. In my opinion, there is nothing more stupid in all the laws of Amn than prohibiting the use and research of arcane magic.
This not only weakens the development potential of this country, but also harms the interests of all users of arcane magic.
To be honest, you are really lucky to have survived until now without being disgraced by some spellcasting organization or a powerful legendary mage.
Remember, I will not only open the ban, but also give mages a higher social status in the form of law and encourage research in magic-related fields."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and stated his intentions openly.
Although he himself had already obtained a license to cast magic at will in Ascaltra, he had always disliked this magic ban and wanted to abolish it.
"But what will the six-person council say?"
Another Archmage looked troubled.
Zuo Si waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry about the six-person council. My people will make sure that they have nothing to do but take care of themselves. They have no time and energy to pay attention to the law enforcement issues of the Masked Mage Guild."
"Got it."
The Archmage hurriedly lowered his head and exchanged glances with his companions at the next table using very subtle movements.
As smart people with intelligence attributes exceeding 19 or even 20, they could already tell from this sentence that even the six-member council, the highest authority body, had been infiltrated and even controlled.
This means that it won’t be long before the young man in front of you will become a veritable King of Amn.
Zuo Si ignored these small gestures and continued to ask: "How is the merger plan with the Jade Association going?"
"Everything went very smoothly.
Except for a very small number of people who are strongly hostile to the Masked Mage Guild, more than 60% of them have been absorbed into it.
But the problem is that many of these mages are from wild backgrounds and need to undergo systematic training before they can be assigned tasks.
There are also a small number of people who are hired and bribed by local nobles and ignore the orders issued by Lord Balisriyat."
Speaking of this, the human archmage turned his attention to the huge dracolich not far away.
The latter raised his huge head and explained in a very helpless tone: "Master, you can't blame me.
The Emerald Society was originally a loose alliance that existed to fight against the Masked Mage Guild.
Many of these mages simply use their names and rely on organizational channels to purchase the materials and magic items they need.
Although after several years of infiltration, I have controlled most of them.
But there are still a group of unruly guys.
Of course, if you allow me, I will be very happy to kill them."
Zuo Si touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then quickly shook his head and objected: "Forget it, let them go. Anyway, Amn will soon completely relax the ban on arcane magic. If there is nothing else, you guys
You can go and do whatever you need to do."
Instantly!
The top leaders of the Masked Mage Guild were immediately relieved and started to use teleportation magic to escape.
The lichs bowed to the leaders of the organization and then returned to their own mage towers, even the dracolich Balithriat was no exception.
After everyone was gone, Xia En VII, who was hiding in the dark corner, came out and commented with a slightly approving tone: "Your movements are very fast, much faster than I thought.
In particular, the fact that the Lich under his command directly visited the higher-ups of the Masked Mage Guild played a very good deterrent effect.
I estimate that in about a month at most, you should be able to hold Amn in the palm of your hand."
"It is not difficult to capture Amn.
Because from its establishment to the present, it has always lacked a truly powerful person, which is completely different from Waterdeep City.
Compared to Amn, I'm more concerned about how you plan to deal with the Sons of Baal who are messing around in the Border Marching Mountains?
You must know that as the cannibalism continues, the divinity of some of them will continue to increase, and even receive the blessing of divine power."
Zuo Si asked with interest.
"Damn it! Don't mention them anymore."
A very rare look of irritation and annoyance appeared on the face of Shane VII, and he complained in a low voice: "These guys have made a mess in the northern area of Kalingshan, and I dare not send too many troops to suppress it, otherwise
It's like adding fuel to the fire.
The only thing that can be done now is to send a fleet to attack Manon from the sea.
After recapturing Memnon, use it as a base to launch an attack on the Kingdom of Tethyr, trying to avoid the Marching Mountains.
By the way, remember to say hello to the fleet operating in this area, I don’t want to cause any trouble."
Zuo Si smiled and responded: "Don't worry, I have already said hello. Your fleet can move south of the Xingxuan Mountains at will, and can even go to the Nelanser Islands for supplies."
"Great! In this case, I can use ships to capture several port cities along the coast first, and then push inland. By the way, do you have any plans for the Sons of Baal?"
Xia En VII suddenly asked.
"There is no special plan, just take it step by step. Because I'm not sure how many people or gods will be involved." Zuo Si shrugged and replied.
Xia En VII nodded thoughtfully: "That's right.
After all, this is related to the ownership of the Blood Throne.
Whether a son of Baal inherits everything from his father and becomes a god from a mortal, or the god of murder returns with the help of his own offspring, it is a big event for the entire world.
I believe there will be many gods watching in the outer plane, and no one knows what will happen.
To a certain extent, you are now considered a member of the chess players and can no longer play the game yourself.
Otherwise, it is equivalent to breaking the rules of the game."
"Yes! I found that if the power is too strong, it will be subject to invisible constraints everywhere.
But it doesn’t matter. In fact, I have completed the move before everyone else.
All we have to do now is wait patiently and wait for the chess piece to start to play its role."
When he said these words, Zuo Si's eyes had already landed on Atio across a long distance.
Through the eyes of the white bear cub, he could clearly see the groups of hobgoblins, orcs and human bandits hiding in the forest.
There is no doubt that these guys are Sarevok's men, and they are robbing along the road from Baldur's Gate to Belgost, almost completely cutting off the trade routes on land.
Their purpose is very simple, which is to artificially create panic and a total shortage of daily necessities, so as to make the regional situation tense and sensitive.
After several days of waiting, Atio had killed more than thirty bandits in this area and ate all the metal weapons they carried as snacks.
Right now, this guy was lying on the stone in a very lazy posture, basking in the sun with his eyes closed. He didn't notice at all that a petite figure had sneaked to the side, carefully going through the pockets of the corpses randomly thrown aside, and looking from inside.
He took out gold and silver coins stained with blood...