Wilmes defeated Balagos "Flying Flame" and became the new Dragon King south of the west coast of Faerûn, which is undoubtedly a very eye-catching thing.
In just a few days, its popularity surpassed that of the Zhentil Fort army, which was invading the West Heartland region, and became the biggest concern of all parties.
After all, the 150-meter-long super-giant red dragon of purgatory appeared for the first time on the continent of Faerûn.
Countless people want to know the origin of Wilmes and why he has grown to such an exaggerated and astonishing degree.
The purpose of collecting information by the forces of the good camp is to confirm the extent of the threat she poses;
People in the evil camp want to find ways to make all dragons bigger, stronger, and more destructive;
The druids who advocate neutrality hope to find out whether this red dragon has evolved normally or whether it has been integrated into some unnatural and strange bloodline.
Suddenly, a large number of outsiders suddenly poured into Zhazesibo, the city closest to the Xingxuan Mountains.
Many mutually hostile forces have also begun to fight openly and secretly in the city. Almost every morning, several or even a dozen unrecognizable corpses can be carried out from the streets and alleys.
Under the ham-fisted rule of the Zazesbo Noble Council, it is obvious that there is no good way to deal with this kind of battle involving camps, ideas, and doctrines.
You can only do some superficial work, and then let the other party treat your territory as a battlefield.
Because compared to these "little things" that do not threaten their rule, they have more deadly and severe situations to face.
That is the menacing Shah En VII from the south and his huge army.
When they first learned that Manon, the most important port city on the west coast, had been captured by Kalingshan, although the noble council of Zazespo also showed a certain degree of nervousness and vigilance, they always felt that there was another Myra.
Tema City is holding on from the front, so the problem is not too big.
In particular, the ruler of Mylatma, Earl Weeks Targett, has experienced a boom in maritime trade in recent years.
Not only did he repay the large amount of foreign debt he had borrowed before, but he also accumulated a substantial family fortune.
The private army under his command can be said to be well-trained. They have been advancing steadily along the Is River and captured a large area of rich land with water conservancy irrigation.
Whether economically or militarily, it can be called the most powerful aristocratic force in the Kingdom of Tethyr.
Even those dukes can only be regarded as younger brothers in front of him.
Many people believe that Earl Weeks Targett is the man most likely to end the civil war and unify the entire country as a strong man.
Coupled with the tall and solid walls of Mailatma, even if it is besieged by the army of Shane VII, it can still last for months or even years.
But who would have thought that when the army of Shane VII arrived, Wicks Target had no intention of resisting at all, and directly declared unconditional surrender and accepted the rule of the Shane Empire.
This move instantly shocked the jaws of the entire Tethyr Kingdom's nobles.
The aristocratic council of Zha Zesibo was even more stunned and completely caught off guard.
What's even more terrible is that after announcing the surrender, Weeks Targett directly and seamlessly led the original army under his command to turn around and go north, and cooperated with the fleet of Shane VII to form an encirclement of Zazesibo by land and sea.
The momentum.
This series of actions can be described as flowing smoothly.
To say that the two parties had not reached any secret agreement before, even a fool would not believe it.
But there is no point in discussing these now.
The noble council must make a decision before the army approaches the city, that is, whether to resist to the end or choose to become part of the Shane Empire again.
At least legally, Shane VII does have undisputed claims over the entire Kingdom of Tethyr.
And taking a step back, in terms of blood, he is more qualified to inherit the throne than the Lyington family to which the queen currently belongs.
Therefore, voluntary surrender is not unacceptable or shameful, and ordinary people do not have too strong resistance to this.
The only problem now is that the Noble Council is not sure whether Shane VII will continue to recognize the land and privileges they own after unifying Calimshan and Tethyr.
You must know that the founder of the Shane Empire, the old Akaba Shane, after stealing the throne of Tethyr through a series of insidious and despicable means, he repeatedly suppressed the original aristocratic power in this land for decades.
Purge until there is no more resistance.
Shane VII overthrew slavery in Carlingshan and wiped out the entire aristocracy and slave-owning class with brutal methods, which made many people worry that he would most likely follow the example of his ancestors and do the same thing.
Of course, these people don't know that their worries are completely unnecessary.
Because after receiving the message from Vera, this powerful undead emperor has decided to plow through the entire aristocracy of the Kingdom of Tethyr and completely eradicate them from their roots.
Anyway, it’s not him who will rule this land in the future.
Since Zuo Si said that there was a way to solve the management problem after the disappearance of the nobles, then he had no reason to hesitate and just slaughtered them directly.
Count Wicks Targett secretly defected to Zuo Si a long time ago, and will definitely join the center and become an upstart in the empire in the future, so he doesn't care about the life or death of other nobles in the Tethyr region.
It can be said that the two hit it off immediately.
In addition, in the process of cleaning up the nobles, the huge wealth accumulated over hundreds or even thousands of years can also be confiscated.
As long as it is announced that part of it will be used to reward the army, the soldiers' combat enthusiasm will immediately increase several levels, and the remaining part can be put into their own pockets.
Why not do such a good thing that you can achieve multiple things with one stone?
In comparison, something as trivial as nobles uniting to organize a resistance is nothing at all.
As for Elminster and the Harper Alliance who like to do things in secret, Shane VII plans to let the law enforcement agencies composed of the God of Justice, the God of Suffering and the Church loyal to the God of Courage deal with them.
Since having in-depth exchanges with Zuo Si, the undead emperor has learned how to suppress those forces that do not obey his rule by subdividing camps.
Although the two organizations above can be classified as kind as a whole, they do not deal with each other.
The Lawful Good Divine Church believes that the Harpers are a bunch of lunatics. They do things without rules or care about the consequences. They are extremely irresponsible and can basically be equated with dangerous criminals.
Chaotic Good Harpers feel that Lawful Good paladins and priests are rigid, lack flexibility, and are dogmatic. By the time they find evidence and go through the complex legal procedures, the bad guys may have already disappeared.
Therefore, this wave of operations is to use the forces of order to fight against the forces of chaos.
Nothing wrong!
At present, the nobles of Zhazesibo have held several emergency meetings in a row, eager to discuss a result.
But unfortunately, the divisions caused by the long-term civil war have made them deeply resentful of each other. Some people support a certain proposal, and some people are bound to oppose it.
In the end it was impossible to reach an agreement except for quarrels and verbal abuse.
After listening to non-nutritive nonsense for several hours, Marilyn Harreston, who felt dizzy, finally collapsed and turned around to leave the parliamentary hall that once symbolized the country's highest power.
She didn't stay too long on the street and went straight back to the hotel where she lived, planning to meet up with her companions first.
As a member of the "Eight Elites of Tethyr" adventure group and an active promoter of the "Recover Tethyr" movement, Marilyn and her teammates once killed the greedy and corrupt Duke Nividan Ilehon in DR1351.
Expelled from the territory of the Northeast region.
Two years later, in DR1353, the rule of Ernest Gallowglass in Ismon ended in almost the same way.
The members of the adventure group believe that as long as they get rid of all the "unqualified" nobles, the remaining nobles will reunite around the royal family, and the civil war in Tethyr will end and peace will be restored.
I have to say that this is a typical feudal aristocratic way of thinking.
In the eyes of these guys, maintaining the stability of a country basically depends on the relationship between the big noble families and whether they can mediate conflicts between them.
As for civilians...
They don't know anything about politics, and they obey the rule of their lords honestly, as long as they have food to eat and don't starve to death.
Marilyn, who calls herself a patriot, obviously did not like the period when Tethyr was ruled by the Shane Empire, and considered it a symbol of shame.
Therefore, she is a determined resister, hoping that the nobles can unite to resist the invasion of the Kalin Shirts.
It's a pity that although she also has aristocratic blood, she also plays a certain role in mediating the conflicts between the aristocrats.
But in the eyes of the veteran nobles who control the parliament, he is still just a "lowly" adventurer who does not even have a territory or title, and is not qualified to speak in the parliament of nobles.
In this way, full of anger and grievance, Marilyn returned to the hotel where she lived.
As soon as he entered the door, King Hared III, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly stood up from his chair and asked in an expectant tone: "How is it? Has the discussion at the noble council reached any results?"
Marilyn grabbed the wine glass from the other person's hand, raised her head and drank it down in one gulp, then sighed heavily and complained gloomily: "Oh - forget it, it's just a mess.
Due to the mutual hostility between the several dukes, as long as one party agrees with the other, they will definitely oppose it.
They don't care at all what this country is like. All they think about is how to maintain or even expand their territory and gain more power.
If the army of King Xia En VII really comes, I think the faction advocating surrender will definitely open the city gates."
"You mean that Zha Zesibo will definitely not be able to defend it?"
Hared III's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
You must know that in order to inform the Noble Council, the capital of the Kingdom of Tethyr will have sufficient time to prepare for war.
He and several other teammates took huge risks to conduct reconnaissance on Kalingshan's army, and even used many magic scrolls and potions.
But who knew that this would be the result in the end.
More importantly, once Zhazesibo falls, it will greatly weaken the resistance of the nobles in Tethyr.
"I feel it's enough.
You should know very well that there are only about 4,000 defenders in Zhazesibo City.
King Shane VII's army numbered at least 30,000, and Count Wicks Targett also had an army of nearly 7,000.
In addition, they also have many craftsmen who can build siege equipment, as well as an organized mage group.
If the noble council issues an order in advance for emergency mobilization and expands the number of troops to 15,000, it may be possible to unite and hold on.
But now, I'm not even sure whether this battle can be fought."
When she said these words, Marilyn's tone was filled with naked and undisguised disappointment.
"Damn! This is really bad news."
Hared III couldn't help but curse in a low voice. It was as if his whole body had been drained of strength in an instant and he slumped back on the chair, staring at the ceiling blankly.
Marilyn also smiled bitterly and agreed: "Yes, it is indeed terrible news.
The only hope now is to meet with Laoantha Hilendia and Sylvanus Moonfall, Count of Wix Targett, and persuade the ruler of Mylatmar to let him join us. This side, then turn around and attack Shane VII.
If it fails, the richest area of the kingdom near the west coast will fall instantly.
And we can only go to the interior of the east to persuade the remaining nobles to unite and form a coalition for a final desperate fight.
To be honest, I'm starting to regret a little bit now that I persuaded you to come back from Elminster."
"Don't say that.
I chose to come back because I wanted to do something for my hometown.
In addition, haven’t we been doing very well in the past few years?
But who would have thought that Xia En VII, who had disappeared for so many years, would suddenly come back to power.
Not only did he kill the powerful blue dragon king Aiweike Lazaglan, but he also unified the Kalingshan in a short time and marched to Tethyr in the north.
If only we could be given another ten years...
No!
Maybe five years is enough!
We can then unite the divided Tethyr to resist his invasion."
There was obviously strong unwillingness and resentment in Harid III's tone.
After all, since returning to Tethyr in DR1351, he has been fighting for the goal of ending the civil war and unifying the country for more than ten years.
But when it was about to succeed, it was suddenly interfered by external forces, and all the efforts and hard work were seen to be in vain, which no one could accept.
How many decades can we have in our life?
And he was still in his prime of mind, when he was the most mature and energetic.
Of course Marilyn knew how her friend was feeling at this moment, and said in a slightly helpless tone: "Since the end of the turbulent years, the world is changing at a speed beyond our understanding.
Whether it's the restoration of Shane VII in the south or what's happening in Amn, Baldur's Gate and West Heartland in the north, they all make me feel like I'm in another world.
Sometimes I really feel that I am getting older and not suitable for continuing this wandering and adventurous life.
By the way, does Elminster have any suggestions for the current situation?
I know you and he have been exchanging letters."
Harid III held his forehead and asked: "Are you sure you want to hear this? The information given by him and the Harper Alliance is not objective. In other words, the enemy we have to face is not just Shane VII." "What?!"
Marilyn suddenly sat up from her chair, with a horrified expression on her face.
You must know that being a Xia En VII has already made her feel physically and mentally exhausted, and even gave rise to a pessimistic mood that no matter how hard she struggled, the final result would inevitably be failure.
But Hared III was not aware of this at all, and explained to himself: "According to the latest information given by Elminster, the drastic changes that have occurred on the entire west coast of Faerun in recent years are actually related to one person.
It’s about people.
This man is Soth, the chosen one by Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and the goddess of magic. He controls the water from the Sword Coast to the Sword Sea, and is the master of Luskan and the Nelanthel Islands.
Of course, Amn may also be added over time, as well as the vast land from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon Coast.
Even the military action of Shane VII to unify Kalinshan and Tethyr was ultimately intended to allow him to legally annex Tethyr and Kalinshan through marriage and establish a huge west coast empire.
Do you still remember the half-elf girl Aisha who was appointed as the crown prince?
She is the future queen of the Xia En Empire, and she is also a tool for marriage."
"Damn it! According to you, aren't we surrounded from all sides? Then what's the point of resisting?" Marilyn clenched her fists and asked.
"Don't ask me, I don't know either.
Anyway, Elminster said we can't just let the other side succeed easily.
We must find ways to undermine the birth of this huge empire.
What's more, Tessel is our hometown.
If we don't work hard to maintain its existence, who else will be willing to bleed for it?
I hope Laoantha Hilendia and Sylvanus Moonfall can bring back good news."
After saying this, Hared III ignored the other party and poured himself another glass of strong wine, hoping to use alcohol to numb his nerves and vent his frustration at the same time.
……
At the same time, on the main road more than a hundred kilometers away from Zazespur, Count Wicks Targett was meeting with the other two members of the "Tessel Eight" adventure group. p>
Among them, the male elf carrying a bow and arrows knew without asking that he was Sylvanus Moonfall.
The other human woman is Marilyn's good friend-Lao Antha Hilendia.
Without any nonsense, the two expressed their intentions for the trip as soon as they met, and tried to awaken the "conscience" and "sense of justice" of this powerful nobleman, so that he could turn his guns and speak to the outside world.<
/p>
I have to say that they are very courageous and very courageous.
Apart from being a little brainless, everything else is fine.
Count Wicks Targett didn't even know how to describe his mood at the moment. He raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes and asked: "So you came all the way here just to persuade me to defect in battle with empty words?<
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No benefits or commitments, and no authorization from the Noble Council?
Are you too stupid and arrogant, or do you think I am a fool?
Or are you very confident in your eloquence?"
Instantly!
Sylvanus and Lao Antha were both dumbfounded.
They never expected that after saying something that almost moved them, they would have such a result.
Lao Antha couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty Earl! Don't you have any sense of identity as a noble of the Kingdom of Tethyr? Don't you realize that you should fight for glory?"
"Fight for glory?
Hahahaha!
Can you please stop making me laugh?
As long as the nobles of Tethyr still have a little bit of glory, they will not fall into decades of turmoil and civil war.
In fact, all the nobles and clans with a real sense of honor had already died when old Akaba Shane took control of the country.
Today's nobles, without exception, are the descendants of those who prostrated themselves on the ground and swore allegiance to the Shane Empire.
Therefore, taking the initiative to offer loyalty and fight for His Majesty Xia En VII like me is the only way to end the civil strife."
Earl Wicks Targett refuted the two visitors from the source without mercy, and choked the other party until he could not speak for a long time.
After all, the history of the Sharn Empire is much longer than that of the independent Kingdom of Tethyr.
Among them, Shane VII and his descendants have the blood of the oldest Tethyr royal family, the Isar family, and their legitimacy is absolutely unquestionable.
After a long silence, the elf Sylvanus took a deep breath and asked, "So you have made up your mind to be loyal to Shah En VII?"
Earl Weeks Targett nodded without hesitation: "Yes! No matter who you represent or what your intentions are, I can tell you that no one can stop the army of His Majesty Shane VII. Now.
Go away and disappear from my eyes."
The moment these words were blurted out, the elf Sylvanus suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve without any warning and rushed straight towards the army commander in front of him.
It is not difficult to see from that crazy posture that he is planning to directly assassinate Wicks Targett in order to trigger civil strife in this army.
But just when this guy thought he was about to succeed, he suddenly saw a black shadow appear out of thin air.
The next second...
The elf lost consciousness in an instant, and his body fell directly to the ground on his back. Then he quickly rotted and disintegrated, and finally turned into a set of white bones.
"Sylvanus!"
Lao Ansha shouted the names of her companions in horror.
But just half a second later, she also lost consciousness instantly, and her body fell to the ground and quickly rotted and decomposed, leaving only a pile of white bones.
Just by looking at the almost bizarre way of death, we can tell that the souls of these two guys were forcibly captured.
And the black figure that appeared out of thin air was none other than the demi-lich Xia En VII himself.
After killing two members of the "Eight Elites of Tethyr" adventure group, he gently hooked his fingers, and a pin suddenly flew out from the elf's bones.
After a brief inspection, Shane VII sneered and mocked: "It is indeed an assassin from the Harper Alliance. It seems that Soth is right. Elminster and his followers can only hide this.
It’s all about light.”
"The Harper's Assassin?!"
Wicks Targett's pupils suddenly dilated, obviously he had heard about the achievements of these lawless guys.
"Well! From now on, you have to be careful. Not only must you take protective measures, but you must also never meet anyone alone." Xia En VII casually reminded.
"But...but why did they want to assassinate me? I didn't do anything evil!"
Wicks Targett was obviously frightened and asked incoherently.
Shane VII answered without thinking: "Because not long ago, your loyal master Soth had completely broken up with Elminster, the founder of the Harper Alliance. From now on, they will fight each other as enemies.
Endless."
"I don't understand! Aren't they all chosen by the goddess of magic? Why are they breaking up?"
Wicks Targett was obviously confused and could not understand the reason and logic at all.
"Who told you that believers and elects of the same God will definitely live in harmony?
They are opposed to each other for various reasons, and there is a lot of hatred.
With Soth's character tending to be lawful evil, it is only natural to have a tit-for-tat confrontation with Elminster, who is of the chaotic good camp.
I even wonder how he could have endured it for so long before falling out.
But don't worry too much, the Harper is not as scary as you think.
Later I will make you a magic equipment that can read and detect other people's thoughts.
When the time comes to wear it on your body, you can instantly identify who is the assassin sent by the Harpers."
When saying these words, Shane VII closed his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.
You don't need to ask to know that he is devouring and digesting the two souls he just captured.
There is no doubt that this unsuccessful assassination operation did not originate from the instructions of the Harpers' senior leaders, but the unauthorized action of the elf Sylvanus.
For Harpers, as long as they think the time has come or that it is the right thing to do, they can choose to take action.
It is this unpredictability that makes people unable to guard against it, and has created the terrifying and glorious achievements of the Harper Assassin.
But this time, what they will face is the methods of the Undead Emperor Xia En VII. No matter how many come, they will eventually die.
In addition, this unsuccessful assassination also gave Count Wicks Targett a perfect excuse for war.
Anyway, no matter what the other party's true identity is, he directly slapped the head of the Zhazesibo Noble Council, and he who was still a little lacking in confidence instantly became righteous.
What's even worse is that the "Tessel Eight" adventure team, which was originally a guest of honor, immediately turned into a street rat that everyone yelled at.
Especially after the noble council learned of the situation, they immediately ordered the arrest of the remaining members of the adventure group throughout the city, making it clear that they wanted to use the latter's head to appease the anger of Earl Wix Target.
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In desperation, Hared III, Marilyn and others could only flee the city overnight.
Just when they were about to head inland to continue calling on the nobles to resist, they suddenly discovered that under the midnight moonlight, they could vaguely see a person standing in the middle of the road not far away.
Before Marilyn could ask, the mysterious man hidden in a cloak slowly raised his head.
Instantly!
Everyone present saw the terrifying light shining in those eyes.
"Hello, members of the Tethyr Eight Adventure Team. Maybe you don't know me, but that doesn't matter, you are going to die soon anyway."
As he spoke, the mysterious man took off his hood, revealing a young face with black hair and black eyes. It was none other than Zuo Si himself, who had come all the way from Amn to eradicate the evil.
Because he clearly remembered that without his own intervention, it was the members of this adventurous team who finally succeeded in pulling the Kingdom of Tethyr out of the civil war through a series of means.
Among them, Hared III seems to have married the current queen and became the supreme ruler, while Marilyn became the wife of Duke Dorian Harreston and was also a diplomatic ambassador with arbitrary decision-making power.
Since Elminster intends to use the power of this group of people to fight against him, Zuo Si will not hesitate to drive them all away and kill them all.
"Are you here to kill us?"
Marilyn quickly pulled out her sword and raised her shield, assuming a defensive posture.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. You have hindered Xian VII's plan to conquer Tethyr, and you have also hindered my plan to establish a west coast empire, so I have to ask you to die here to avoid causing too many unnecessary consequences.
of civilian casualties."
"Damn! He is Soth!"
Harid III obviously recognized the young man standing in front of him and loudly reminded his teammates around him.
"What?!"
Marilyn was stunned for a moment.
Just when she was about to say something, a green light instantly shot out from Zuo Si's fingertips, accurately hitting the shoulder that was not covered by the shield.
In an instant, this woman with a high level of warrior turned into a pile of green powder and dust.
Even people who don’t know much about arcane magic can easily recognize that this is a six-ring dissociation spell.
Once you fail to resist, it will disappear in a matter of minutes, and not even the entity will be left.
"Asshole! He actually killed Marilyn!"
A muscular man with short black hair immediately became extremely furious, his eyes became bloodshot, he drew his weapon and launched a charge.
Since the distance between the two sides was only a dozen meters, he came closer in the blink of an eye, using the explosive power brought by his anger to split Zuo Si in half directly from the middle.
In the opinion of several other people, if a mage is approached by a high-level warrior and has no protective magic, there is a high probability that he can be killed instantly.
But in less than a second, the cruel reality shattered all their delusions.
I saw Zuo Si raising his iron-gloved left hand at an incredible speed and steadily catching the opponent's powerful chop without even moving his upper body.
"You think you can just rush over and kill me to avenge your dead teammates? How naive! In fact, my attainments in swordsmanship are much better than all of you put together."
As these words blurted out, a dazzling cold light suddenly flashed in the air.
Pfft!
The man who took the initiative to attack did not see anything clearly. He found in disbelief that his body had been cut off at the waist, and the part below the buttocks fell to the ground with a bang. A large amount of blood and intestines spurted out along the wound, and the body was tightly cut.
As severe pain surged into his brain, he couldn't help but let out a painful wail.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Considering that I still have a lot of things to do and am in a hurry, I will let you die happily today. Remember to be grateful. After all, I have not tortured anyone, nor have I imprisoned your souls."<
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With that said, Zuo Si smashed the guy's head with one punch, ending the other person's painful struggle.
When Harid III saw this extremely bloody scene, his already somewhat shaken psychological defense collapsed instantly, and he immediately started to turn around and run wildly. At the same time, he loudly reminded the remaining teammates: "Run! Run! We have no chance of fighting head-on."
Any chance of winning!"
After his reminder, the other team members came to their senses and headed into the surrounding woods.
Unfortunately, before they could run very far, the eight heroes of Tethyr were called out one by one by incredibly powerful attack spells, and soon they were transformed into one after another, either mutilated or burned to black.
The broken corpse.
Hared III could even hear the screams coming from his companions behind him, but he did not dare to look back or stop at all, and just kept running.
He simply couldn't believe that such a terrifying enemy would personally hunt down the members of the adventure team.
The overwhelming magical power and melee combat skills displayed by Zuo Si made this man who had been a scribe of Elminster for a long time feel real despair for the first time.
Sad!
Fear!
Tremble!
Hared III now regrets being persuaded by Marilyn to return to Tethyr.
Because if he didn't come back, he wouldn't have encountered the huge crisis now, and the companions in the adventure team wouldn't have died.
I don’t know how long I ran...
Maybe it's a few minutes, maybe ten minutes or even half an hour.
In short, when Harid III felt that his lungs were about to explode, his muscles were sore and swollen indescribably, and he had no strength left in his body, he stumbled and fell to the grass, gasping for air.
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Just when he thought he had successfully escaped, he suddenly saw a familiar face falling from the sky and commented with a smile: "Seven kilometers, you ran a full distance of seven kilometers in half an hour.
I have to say, as a spellcaster with poor physical strength, your strong will to survive is admirable.
But the question is, since you are so afraid of death, why did you come back to the Kingdom of Tethyr?
After all, the reason why adventure is called adventure is that it is very dangerous.
No adventurer knows whether he will die in an accident in the next second.
And as a scribe around Elminster, you should have enough knowledge and insight to understand what it means to participate in politics.
There is no right or wrong in politics, only positions and winning or losing.
The losing party often loses everything including life."
"You are right. Political struggles are always cruel and bloody. But if it were you, after more than ten years of hard work, you were just a little bit able to achieve your ambitions and wishes. You would easily
Give up?"
Hared III struggled to do it and asked with excitement.
"I will!
Because when you don’t have any confidence or trump cards, you take the initiative to provoke an enemy who is many times more powerful than you.
This is something only lunatics and lunatics would do.
I am a rational and calm person, so I will not make the same mistakes as you.
Quite the opposite!
I will pretend to surrender and surrender, then slowly accumulate strength, collect the opponent's weaknesses, and then look for opportunities to launch a surprise attack to seize everything.
And you are a typical person blinded by power and ambition, and ultimately made a wrong decision.
Tell me, what kind of guarantee did Elminster give you to make you feel that you can break up with me?
Will he show up when your life is in danger?"
As he said that, Zuo Si pursed his lips and looked around, but found no trace of magic fluctuations at all.
Hared III smiled sadly and responded: "No, Elminster did not make any promises.
It's just that the Harper Alliance will provide some help when necessary.
But now it seems that he misjudged your behavior pattern and felt that you would not attack us directly."
Zuo Si smiled and spread his hands: "Haha, look, this is the biggest difference between him and me.
He always maintains his own identity and feels that he should not bully others, trying to use words and thoughts to influence others to achieve his own goals.
But I don’t mind killing enemies with my own hands at all, no matter what their reasons are and how weak they are.
After all, it’s not my fault that I’m too powerful!
Why should I take the initiative to restrict myself, right?
Look at Elminster's self-restriction for so many years, and what kind of results he finally got?
Countless young red robed mages and newcomers to the Zhentarim want to defeat or even kill him in order to gain a greater reputation.
But have you ever seen a newcomer from the Harper Alliance dare to challenge Sazastan or Manson?"
"So you think Elminster is a big fool?"
Perhaps knowing that he was destined to die, Harid III simply began to let himself go, and he even lost any respect for the mentors and employers he once served.
"You are not a fool, but you are definitely pedantic.
After all, strength needs to be displayed at the right time, so that everyone can clearly see how powerful you are, and how cold and cruel you are when dealing with your enemies.
You must know that mortals are often forgetful.
If you don't remind them often, they will think you are weak and can be bullied, and they will start to test you constantly.
At this time, you need to kill a few chickens to let the monkeys know the consequences of provoking you.
Unfortunately, you are now a chicken that will be slaughtered to warn other monkeys."
After saying that, Zuo Si reached out and grabbed the other person's hair and lifted him up.
The sudden pain made Hared III groan, but he quickly held back and continued to ask: "If Elminster appears now, will you still kill me?"
Zuo Si answered bluntly: "Yes!
And we will execute you in a more cruel and bloody way!
Because if I want to kill someone, there is no way I can stop him with his power.
Secondly, if he shows up and I let you go, wouldn’t that make the monkeys onlookers think that I am afraid of Elminster?
So no matter what, you are dead.
But as a token of appreciation for your strong desire to live, I can now let you choose a less painful way to die."
"I choose beheading. I heard that this method of death only requires suffering for no more than one minute at most."
Hared III slowly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
But at this last moment of life, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air, and the great sage following Shadow Valley finally appeared, and said in a very tired tone: "Thos, let's make a deal." "Hahaha! I knew you wouldn't give up on your former scribe."
Zuo Si put down the sword in his hand and laughed wildly.
There is no doubt that by talking so much nonsense and delaying for so long, he was giving the other party enough time to think.
You must know that being a scribe in Elminster is not an ordinary job, but is closer to a butler, a friend, an apprentice, and half a family member.
With the nostalgic character of the old man in front of him, how could he watch Hared III being killed?
"So you've been waiting for me?" Elminster's eyes flashed with vigilance.
"That's right! Otherwise, why do you think I kill other people so quickly, but only let Mr. Scribe live to this day? Is it just out of pure bad taste?"
Zuo Si responded affirmatively and quickly, and at the same time released his grip on the prisoner's hair.
He is now looking forward to what kind of conditions the other party can offer, or what price he is willing to pay in exchange for the life of Hared III.
In addition, he was also curious about what kind of emotion Hared III felt towards Elminster after he survived?
Tears of gratitude?
Or maybe you are immersed in the anger or even hatred caused by the other party sitting back and watching the other members of the adventure team die one by one!
It would be so interesting if the two of them could turn against each other because of this...