With the birth of the new god Gebid Turan, the divine power that originally filled the cave, especially the soul-binding circle, was basically drained away, leaving only one eye that was still shining with sparks symbolizing the storm.
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As the eye of the incarnation of Talos, the God of Storms, although this thing has little remaining power and divinity, it is still a very destructive thing.
It can be used to make an artifact, or it can be used as the core to perform some special magic ritual or legendary spell. It can create a terrifying storm out of thin air that can destroy a city or even a country, or it can cause earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and
Volcanic eruption.
However, after Zuo Si looked at this thing and thought about it for a while, he decided to use it to strengthen one of his followers - Lantis.
This Storm Demon Archer, which is based on the Elf Demon Archer and is continuously strengthened by the Planeswalker's Spark ability, has actually been completely transformed into the element of wind.
In addition, he hunts the Tarrasque beast every day and extracts the necessary materials for his master. He has already absorbed a lot of magical power and vitality from the opponent. Now he has a follower level as high as LV33, and he is just a short distance away from being promoted to the Prince of Elements.
Only one step away.
If the remaining power of the Eye of the Storm can be combined with his own, his strength will definitely be greatly improved.
Just like Davian, the flame dragon knight, absorbed the core of the Prince of Fire Elements, or even worse.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si immediately used the power of the planeswalker to summon Lantis.
Just a second later, this man's appearance was no different from the handsome elf before, except that his skin color changed to navy blue, and his hair showed a dazzling electric light. The man teleported directly over, carrying 6 wind bows and a bow made of lightning in his hand.
The arrows formed by lightning beams are obviously in the posture of fighting.
He first patrolled the surroundings vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he asked in an uncertain tone: "Master, do you have any instructions for summoning me?"
"Are you hunting the Tarrasque?"
Zuo Si asked with interest.
Lantis replied without thinking: "Well, yes.
Just in time for the Tarrasque to complete its regeneration, I plan to cut off the tail and hind limbs this time, and then combine them with the previously cut upper limbs and torso to form a complete corpse.
In addition, there is a mage from Quesen Tower who wants the heart of a giant beast to take back as a power source for a giant magical creation, and is willing to pay twenty enchanted arrows specifically aimed at giant dragons as a reward.
I promised him and was planning to end the battle in two or three minutes.
In fact, I have done transactions with many people who want to obtain materials from the Tarrasque beast during this period, and I have obtained a lot of good things. Do you want to take a look?"
Zuo Si chuckled and shook his head: "No, no need.
If you need it, keep it for yourself or equip it directly;
If not used, store it in the box with other materials.
The main reason I summoned you this time is to get an item that can give you more power, and I want to help you upgrade it."
"Oh? What is it?"
Lantis's eyes shone slightly, and his pupils shone with silver light like lightning.
As a follower of the planeswalker, the pursuit of more powerful power has always been his desire and instinct.
"This is the Eye of the Storm, which belongs to the incarnation of Talos, the God of Storms. I have already processed it, and now I just need to stuff it into the eye socket and fuse it with one of your eyes."
After that, Zuo Si turned the card-formed Eye of the Storm into a physical object and handed it to his followers.
Lantis undoubtedly felt the destructive energy contained in it, as well as the large amount of storm power that was inclined to the wind element. Without saying a word, he grabbed it and forced it into his left eye.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!
A dazzling and thick lightning fell from the sky and hit him accurately.
Immediately afterwards, the storm shooter began to release his power and transformed from the elf form into a terrifying black thundercloud, with constant roars coming from inside.
This process lasted for about three to five minutes. After everything calmed down, Lantis returned to his original appearance, except that the eye had neither whites nor pupils, and turned into a creepy shining spark.
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There is no doubt that this is the spark of the storm, and it also symbolizes the original force of earthquakes, tsunamis, floods and volcanic eruptions.
The arrow made of energy in his hand is no longer a simple lightning beam. The front end is unknown when it is wrapped with an unknown orange-red liquid substance that looks like a mixture of flame and magma.
"How does it feel?"
Zuo Si asked as he watched the changes taking place in the storm shooter.
Lantis raised his head and responded with a smile: "I feel very good, my whole body is full of powerful destructive power.
It can even become the storm itself and induce other natural disasters.
And the arrows I shoot can also deal additional fire and sonic boom damage.
The only problem is that the power contained in this eye is too violent, and it is difficult for me to control it perfectly.
If you go all out to fight, you will most likely accidentally injure your own people or allies."
"Don't worry about this, I have anticipated it in advance.
Here, this is a single-eye sight with a powerful magic seal effect.
It can help you suppress it while accumulating and storing energy, and release it all at once when needed.
The longer it is stored, the more violent and shocking the destructive power released when the scope is taken off.
You can hide it as a trump card."
While talking, Zuo Si took out another silver lens tube made of magic metal that could be fixed on one eye and had a telescopic function.
It is only the size of an eye socket, and comes with aiming, magnification, farsightedness and true seeing effects. It can be used to cover that scary eye so that outsiders cannot see clearly what is going on inside.
The moment Lantis placed this little thing on the eye socket, tiny tentacles suddenly extended from the end of the lens tube, which were directly connected to the skin and underlying muscles, and the fixation was completed in less than half a minute.<
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After a short period of adaptation, he immediately praised with a slightly excited tone: "That's great! I can see further now, aim more accurately, and I will no longer be disturbed by illusions and transformation magic. Master, you
You should have given it to me sooner."
Zuo Si smiled and shrugged: "It's not too late now. Okay, go and do your work. I will call you again if necessary."
"As you wish!"
Lantis put one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then used teleportation magic and disappeared.
Like Davian, he also has the ability to cast advanced teleportation spells unlimitedly every day, so he does not need to be by his master's side all the time and can be on call at any time.
After seeing off his entourage, Zuo Si turned around and cast his gaze at Veshalon, who exuded a huge aura of resentment in the center of the soul-fixing array, and asked with a half-smile: "What should I do with you now?"
"Hahahaha!
Do you think I still care about this now?
You took away my chance to become a god!
Taken away my lifelong dream!
It even took away my life, leaving me to only exist in this dilapidated soul state!
Anyway, I have nothing left, so I have nothing to fear."
Velsalun let out a burst of crazy laughter, not hiding his emotions at all.
In other words, he foresaw his own doomed future.
Since everything is so bad that it cannot get any worse, there is nothing to be afraid of.
"No, dear Velshalon, don't give up on yourself so much.
In fact, you are not at the point where you are completely hopeless.
At least I have the ability to reborn your broken soul in another form.
But the problem is, all of this comes at a price.
Are you ready to pay the price?"
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si instantly transformed into a unique form of big devil, exuding frightening evil and majesty.
Especially the two eyes with pupils of different colors shooting out, instantly fixing Vesalun in place and unable to move.
Through these eyes, this legendary mage who was born as a red-robed mage and almost became a new god reviewed his sinful life in less than a minute.
Including the unscrupulous poisoning, assassination, frame-up, and rumors during the apprenticeship, as well as the indirect death of tens of thousands of civilians when competing with Sazastan for the chief of the necromancy department, and the pain of those who suffered during the cruel necromantic magic experiments.
Wailing Living Consumables.
Without a doubt!
Velsalun's evil has already penetrated into the bone marrow and even the depths of the soul. He is the kind of ruthless character who is no less ruthless than a high-level devil even if thrown into hell.
The most important thing is that he is very aware of the "evil" he has committed, but he does not feel any intolerance, regret or guilt.
It is precisely because of this that its soul has extraordinary value.
Coupled with the knowledge and cosmic truths gleaned during the God Conferment Ceremony, as well as the spellcasting ability and magic level of the same level as Sazastan, we can completely try to use this as a blueprint to create a new type of devil.<
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"Devil...Devil? You are a big devil from Baator Hell!"
Velshalon's expression suddenly changed.
Since he has been nesting in the city of Jindelanc in the easternmost part of the Faerun continent all year round, he knows very little about the situation on the far west coast. He is more concerned about what happened to Ser, so he has no understanding of Zuo Si's situation.
All I know is that she is the chosen one of the goddess of magic and the goddess of poison and disease, and she possesses some terrifying power.
As for accepting the invitation to become the Prince of Hell, not to mention Vesalun, even Sazhastan may not be aware of it.
Otherwise, when making a transaction, the latter will definitely ask for a contract to be signed.
After all, the whole universe knows that the devil is one of the most contract-abiding creatures.
They may use deception, lying, seduction, etc. to get mortals to voluntarily hand over their souls, but as long as the terms written in black and white will be fulfilled 100%.
Appearing in the form of half dragon and half devil, Zuo Si, who was over four meters tall, grinned and revealed a pair of sharp fangs, and said meaningfully: "You seem surprised?
In fact, this is no longer a secret.
The gods know it, Elminster and other chosen people of the goddess of magic know it, and some people who have signed a contract with me also know it.
Now make the choice that determines your destiny!
Should I die here and become a snack for the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif, or sign a contract with me to serve Hell.
I believe you should be able to feel that the power of the soul-fixing array is becoming weaker and weaker as the divine power disappears, and it will completely lose its effect in one or two hours at most.
Even if Koziv doesn't eat you, your broken soul will be torn apart in an instant and disappear from this world forever.
That is not death in the ordinary sense, but the complete annihilation of the soul.
As a legendary mage specializing in the necromancy system, you should know exactly what that means."
"You ruined everything for me! Now you actually want me to surrender and be your dog?"
Velshalon jumped up suddenly, with strong unwillingness, anger and resentment in his tone.
Signing a contract to serve Hell sounds like a good choice.
At least it is much better than being eaten by Kozev and having his soul torn apart and completely disappearing.
But he knew very well that once he signed the contract, according to the rules of Baator Hell, his soul would 100% belong to the enemy in front of him.
This means that even if you are reincarnated as a devil, you are just a slave controlled by the other party.
That’s right!
Just a slave!
Due to the lawful evil tendency and the laws and rules formulated based on it, the superior devils have overwhelming and absolute control over the subordinate devils.
When he thinks that he will have to endure humiliation and serve the enemy for hundreds, even thousands, or tens of thousands of years in the future, Veshalon can't help but have the thought that it would be better to end like this.
Zuo Si was undoubtedly aware of the other party's thoughts, and deliberately pretended to be "I am doing it for your own good" and advised: "Don't say it so unpleasantly.
I am actually a pretty good boss and master, at least I can distinguish rewards and punishments.
Working under me is much better than working under other devils.
Only by living can we have hope and future.
No matter how much you hate me, hate me, or want to kill me, you must at least ensure that you are alive before you can make a comeback, right?
What's more, the devil is immortal, so you have enough time to accumulate strength and plan revenge.
I promise to use your soul to transform high-level demons, not the lowest level evil demons."
"I want to see the contents of the contract first!"
Velsalun struggled for a long time, but finally his strong desire to survive prevailed.
How could a selfish person like him be willing to accept the complete destruction of his soul?
Whenever you have an opportunity, you should try your best to struggle.
"No problem!"
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, creating a devil's contract scroll more than two meters long out of thin air, which was filled with dense text and complicated terms.
Velshalon knew that he didn't have much time left, so he immediately started reading word for word, using what he had learned throughout his life to understand the meaning of each word and sentence in context.
After half an hour, he signed his name at the end of the contract with slightly trembling fingers.
The next second...
A brand from Baator Hell instantly appeared deep in the soul of the chest.
Similarly, Zuo Si also obtained the authority clearly mentioned in the contract to control and transform at will.
"What do I need to do now? As long as I leave the range of the magic circle, I will immediately be torn apart. There is no way to cross the plane and go to Baator Hell to report."
Velsalun was obviously a little nervous, and there were very obvious cracks in his soul.
Because he could feel that the power of the soul-fixing array was declining at an unimaginable speed.
"Don't worry. I'm the lord of the ninth level. To transform a soul into a devil, you don't need to go to hell. You can complete the first step here."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his sharp fingers like dragon claws and slowly inserted them into the opponent's heart, injecting the sacred energy obtained by squeezing the fallen soul into it.
In the blink of an eye, Velshalon's soul was slowly bonded together under the influence of energy. At the same time, the evil nature in his soul was stimulated to the maximum extent, and it began to slowly become dark, twisted, and cause great pain.
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"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The piercing screams continue to echo in this unknown cave.
Under the influence of extreme pain, the astonishing energy contained in memory and personality is gradually squeezed out, leaving only the most evil, selfish, cold, and cruel part of the soul's essence.
When Vesalun's consciousness began to become trance-like, dull, sluggish, and even no longer capable of thinking, Zuo Si grabbed it in the palm of his hand and squeezed and tore it, and finally opened the teleportation to Baator Hell.
Open the door and go straight into one of the deep pits specially designed to hatch lemures.
The next second...
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Velsharon's soul hit the ground instantly, killing hundreds of newly hatched lemures.
Almost at the same time, the corpses of the death lemures were quickly devoured by it, and then gathered together to form huge eggs.
After a while, a demon that was over two and a half meters tall and looked like a skinny humanoid tore open its outer shell and walked out.
He has the same red and hard skin as most devils, a tail that is almost as thick as his body, a pair of disproportionately huge wings, and two backward and slightly curved horns on his forehead.
But the difference lies in the endless greed and hunger in the eyes, and the behavior of constantly absorbing magical energy from the surrounding environment.
Obviously, this guy is the new type of devil that Zuo Si transformed from Vesalun's soul - the spell-breaking devil.
As you can tell from the name, his most powerful ability is to forcibly extract magic energy to destroy the enemy's prepared magic, divine spells, and even large-scale magic rituals composed of many spellcasters.
When the energy of the spell is completely absorbed, the spellbreaker can choose to copy the spell and release it, or store the energy to help himself and other companions restore spell slots.
If there are several spell-breaking demons on the battlefield, it will definitely be a terrible nightmare for the enemy's spellcaster army.
The positioning of this kind of devil is the same as that of pit fiends and insect devils. They are the highest-level devils at the apex of hell's ecological evolution. They have the ability to cast nine rings and even legendary spells, and are not restricted by spell slots.
As long as someone among the enemies or allies uses magic, the Spellbreaker can draw energy from it to cast any known spell.
In addition, any magic successfully copied by it will be automatically added to the spell casting list.
The only drawback is that the conditions for successfully transforming a spell-breaker are quite demanding.
First of all, the soul needs to reach the level of at least LV25 legendary caster before death, and master enough magic knowledge and spells;
Secondly, you must have an endless thirst for magical power and a strong possessive desire;
Finally, it must be extremely evil, cold, and cruel, and must not produce emotions such as regret, intolerance, and pity.
Obviously, the spell-breaking magic is definitely not something that can be mass-produced.
Rather, it requires careful selection and even careful cultivation until the time is right for harvesting.
"Master..."
Velshalon, who transformed into a devil, teleported directly from the pit, bent down and bowed deeply to his lord.
Although he lost a lot of memory during the transformation process, he still remembered that the big devil in front of him was his enemy, and he still showed strong emotional resistance and hatred.
It's just that the lawful characteristics given to the devil by the hell plane make it necessary to obey the instructions of the superior devil.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the other person's forehead without any warning.
Before Velshalon could react, he directly activated the power of the spark to make it into a card.
Hostile?
Hate?
Planning revenge?
Doesn’t exist!
Zuo Si would not keep such an old man by his side.
Although various guarantees were given in the contract, aspects related to planeswalkers were not mentioned at all.
Velsharon obviously suffered from insufficient information and didn't even know what a planeswalker was.
When reading the contract, he focused all his attention on whether he could retain his memory and personality, and on how he would be treated after becoming a devil.
Little does he know that the most powerful and important power of the young man in front of him has never come from Baator Hell, but the spark that grows stronger as a planeswalker.
Glancing at the row of dense descriptions and abilities on the card in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Enemy? I'm the best at turning enemies into friends! From then on!
From now on, you should honestly contribute your intelligence and abilities to serve my ambitions and desires."
With the last word blurted out, he waved his hand to close the interdimensional portal to hell, and at the same time released several hugely destructive spells, completely erasing the entire cave and the soul-fixing magic circle, leaving no trace behind.
Every trace.
When he was ready to leave after doing all this, a divine light suddenly fell from the sky.
"Thos! Explain to me what on earth are you doing? What's going on with this lich and the god of necromancy that suddenly appeared?"
You don't need to ask to know that this is someone who came to the door at midnight to ask for guilt.
After all, in her opinion, the new God of Magic, Gebido Turan, was completely created by Zuo Si out of thin air to share his authority. His nature was extremely bad and he was simply making trouble.
You must know that when this third-generation magic goddess was a mortal, she hated evil and cruel necromancy magic and related research.
Seeing the angry look of the other party, Zuo Si spread his hands with an innocent face: "I can't be blamed for this matter. If you want to find me, you have to go to His Majesty the God of God Ai Ou, he is the real person behind the scenes.
Manipulator."
"What do you mean?"
I was instantly blinded at midnight.
She couldn't imagine what the sudden appearance of the new god had to do with the God of Gods.
"Alas——"
Zuo Si sighed slightly and explained: "Don't you realize that your tendency to be too good has caused strong dissatisfaction among the gods and mortal spellcasters in the evil camp?
You must know that the goddess of magic is the most important god in the world of Toril.
When you cannot perform your divine duties perfectly, His Majesty Io, the Supreme Lord, must take action to strike a balance.
The easiest way is to promote an evil god of magic to force you to change.
The position of this new god was originally supposed to be that of Velsharun.
But in order to confirm my conjecture, I changed it to Gebido Turan, and found that there was no difference.
In other words, even if there is no Velshalun and Gebidor Turan, there will still be lichs from Sazastan or other evil camps to occupy this position.
Since this is something that is bound to happen, why not find someone of your own?
At least Gebido Turan doesn’t have that big ambition or too strong desire, and he even has a sense of humor.”
"You mean... His Majesty Io, the God of Gods, is dissatisfied with me?"
At midnight, my pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, dilated again, and contracted again.
Her violent mood swings even triggered the restlessness of the surrounding magic network energy.
Because in this crystal wall system, Io is the supreme creator and the unrivaled ruler.
No other god can defy his will.
All the gods have experienced it personally during the Year of Turmoil.
The power of imprisonment that cannot be explained or understood can even imprison the core abstract essence of a god.
So when Io is dissatisfied with a god, then the god must be careful.
"There are two things that God above God cares about most.
One is relative balance, and the other is requiring the gods to fulfill their duties.
You might as well touch your chest and ask yourself, have you really fulfilled your duties as the goddess of magic?
Magic must be neutral!
But when you first took office, you made a joke by prohibiting the gods of the evil camp and their followers from using the magic net.
It even promotes Elminster's absurd argument in the doctrine that the stronger the power, the less magic should be used, and hates evil-aligned mages and necromancy magic that tends to evil.
I can understand the impact that your experience as a mortal and the second-generation magic goddess had on you.
But the problem is that incompetence is incompetence. It exists objectively and is not based on people's subjective consciousness.
In fact, the second-generation magic goddess is also a typical representative of incompetence.
See how many evil-aligned mages hate it?
How many people choose to seek refuge with Shar, the goddess of night, and embrace the Shadow Web?
Did a similar situation occur when the first generation of Magic Goddess came to power?
The answer is obviously no.
In addition, the periods when the magical civilization and power of Faerûn were most powerful were precisely the years when the first generation of magic goddesses came to power.
The jaw-dropping magical rituals and mystical locks of the Elf High Mage, the splendor of the floating city of Netheril, the spectacular interdimensional portals and other creations created by the Imasca Chi-Archer...
After her death, the second generation of magic goddess came to power, and the power of magic plummeted.
There was never even a true magical civilization born.
What's even more stupid is that when she was knocked down to the mortal world and walked as a saint, she actually tried to challenge the guardian god Heim, who was still in the form of a complete god. As a result, she was killed on the spot, causing the magic network to inevitably fall out of control.
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I sincerely suggest that you completely forget the wrong ideas you learned from Elminster, and instead imitate the openness and tolerance of the first-generation magic goddess, and examine magic from a perspective without any personal emotions.
Only in this way can you become a qualified magic goddess.
Please remember that Elminster is only a mortal, and the favorite chosen one of the extremely incompetent second-generation magic goddess.
According to the view that birds of a feather flock together, many of his ideas are simply contrary to promoting the development of magic.
Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I think it is necessary to inform you.
The wizard king Larok is planning to restore the first generation magic goddess Mythril, you'd better pay attention."
When saying these words, Zuo Si did not save any face for the second-generation magic goddess and her first choice Elminster. He directly tore off the halo that shrouded the two, revealing the most disgusting and ugliest side inside.
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Promote the development of magic?
Stop making trouble!
Apart from saving the last few unfinished floating cities in Netheril when she first came to power, the second-generation magic goddess has done nothing to promote and encourage the development of magic.
Quite the opposite!
During her reign, it was basically the slowest, darkest, and most chaotic period in the development of magic in Faerûn. She spent most of her time fooling around with her chosen people, and her romantic affairs were almost comparable to those of the God of Love and Beauty.
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It was also the period when the Shadow Magic Network of Shar, the Goddess of Night, developed the fastest and had the largest number of users.
Many of the most famous spells now used frequently by countless mages were even passed down from the world of Greyhawk next door, and the ability of magic innovation has dropped to an appalling level.
There was silence at midnight, and his face became extremely ugly.
Because before becoming the third-generation magic goddess, she was a believer of the second-generation magic goddess, and she was deeply influenced by Elminster during the Year of Turbulence. After becoming a god, she also worked hard to follow the example of the second-generation magic goddess.
But now, someone suddenly told her that what Erdai and Elminster did was all wrong, and even the god Io was dissatisfied with him for not performing his priestly duties properly.
This undoubtedly had a huge impact on Midnight's cognition and concepts, and even created a feeling of depression in her heart.
After several minutes, she barely digested the contents, raised her head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Then what do you think I should do next?"
Zuo Si answered straightforwardly: "What you have to do is to treat every kind of magic fairly, whether it is good or evil, order or chaos.
Encourage people to use magic more, rather than try not to use it.
If possible, I hope to reopen the Deep Demonic Network so that spellcasters can have unlimited permissions like those in the days of Netheril and Imaskar.
Only in this way can a more powerful magical civilization rise again on this land.
As for the rest, I will help you complete it in my own way."
"Okay, I think I understand what you mean.
No wonder you and Elminster are fighting.
It turns out that your two thoughts and concepts are simply two completely opposite extremes.
As for reopening the Deep Demon Network, I need to go back and spend some time to think about it seriously."
Midnight subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, showing a very headache-like expression.
As the goddess of magic, it is of course impossible for her not to be unaware of the conflict between Zuo Si and Elminster, as well as the results of several contests.
The main reason why we did not intervene was that the situation was still under control.
But after today's conversation, Midnight finally came to a clear understanding of the idea of having his own chosen electorate.
Zuo Silian didn't even look down on the second-generation magic goddess, let alone Elminster, who inherited his ideas.
The conflict between the two sides is not due to personal grudges, but an all-round opposition from camp to ideology to ideas.
This kind of opposition is completely irreconcilable on the continent of Faerûn, and is more terrifying than a naked conflict of interest.
The latter can at least make peace with the trend of greater interests, but the former has absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.
"There is no way, he and I are both arrogant people, we both think that we are the only right ones, so confrontation is inevitable.
But please rest assured that we are both rational and will not expand the conflict, but limit it to a certain range.
Most importantly, we are all your voters.
When someone threatens you, you will not hesitate to stand up and work together, and that is enough."
Zuo Si expressed his position and attitude very clearly.
"It sounds really reassuring.
In that case, I won't bother you anymore.
After all, a new God of Magic has appeared, and as the Mother of Magic, I must deal with it quickly.
You know that Talos, the God of Storms, is not an easy god to get along with. I have to find a way to win over Gebidor Turan from him.
Goodbye, my dear voters.
Thank you for your reminder and everything you have done for me.
I look forward to you bringing more and bigger surprises in the future.
Let this be a small reward for you..."
After saying that, a happy smile appeared on Midnight's face, he picked up Zuo Si's cheek and kissed his forehead.
Instantly!
Zuo Si felt that the barrier between himself and the deep magic network above the ninth ring had disappeared!
Like the great arcanists of the Netheril era, he can freely cast those ten- and eleven-level super spells.
Obviously, this is the "little reward" that the goddess of magic calls, a power that is enough to make all arcane casters in Faerûn go crazy.
In Midnight's view, as a planeswalker, Zuo Si has already had the ability to cast super spells at will without being restricted by the magic network, so it is not a big deal to give him permission to enter the deep magic network.
After all, if Zuo Si really succeeds in establishing a magical civilization on the west coast that is as powerful as Netheril and Imaskar, then the status and power of the goddess of magic will increase exponentially.
When his divine power reaches its peak, Midnight can challenge Shar, the goddess of the night, to annex the opponent's Shadow Network.
Compared with the bright future described by Zuo Si, Elminster's approach of maintaining the status quo is obviously unattractive.
What's more, the latter is a second-generation elect. As a third-generation magic goddess, Midnight only inherited the legacy of the previous generation and respects Elminster's actions in the turbulent years.
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There is only one true chosen one for her, and that is Zuo Si, a planeswalker.
Unknowingly, Zuo Si has successfully exerted influence on the goddess of magic, so that she no longer obeys Elminster's words, but has her own thoughts, ideas and ambitions.
This is important!
Because if you want to completely defeat a god's chosen people, the best way is to start from the source and change the view and attitude towards the god you serve.
By the time Zuo Si exited the deep magic network and opened his eyes again, Midnight had been gone for who knows how long. Only the residual warmth on his forehead proved that everything just now was not an illusion.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky that was starting to turn white and shiny. He didn't make any pause, and directly waved to the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif who was lying beside him, and then together they released teleportation magic and disappeared.
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At the same time, far away on the Troll's Claw Peak, due to the time difference, the sky here was completely bright and the sun was rising from the horizon.
Sancho, who had stayed at the top of the mountain for two days and one night, was sitting on a tree, looking down at the spectacular scene of the armies gathering on both sides of the mountain below.
Due to the existence of magic and divine arts, Faerûn's military philosophy has never advocated numbers, but believes that a small number of elites is the key to victory.
The final results of many wars in history were often not decided by a large number of legions, but instead depended on the beheading operations of assault teams with higher professional levels.
Especially after the professional level reaches a certain level, coupled with a large number of magic weapons and equipment, simply stacking them has no meaning.
Therefore, wars are often fought between one, two thousand or even three to five hundred elites.
Battles like Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep that draw tens of thousands of people are definitely very rare.
Although both sides are still gathering troops and making various preparations, they have not started fighting immediately.
But the huge density of people in the camp has already made this rebellious son of Baal feel excited and excited.
After all, it is human nature to like to watch the excitement.
And large-scale wars can stimulate subconscious violence factors, causing emotions to become extremely excited.
But the fact that big battles cannot be fought does not mean that small battles cannot be fought.
In order to test the other side's true and false situation, and to demoralize the other side and improve our own morale, both sides dispatched a small group of cavalry to conduct reconnaissance.
Standing at the highest point of the branch, Sancho could clearly see the hobgoblin warg cavalry and humans on war horses chasing each other along the edge of the predetermined battlefield, either shooting sharp arrows or waving their weapons.
Slash the opponent while moving at high speed.
Almost every few minutes, an unlucky guy would fall off the back of his mount, rolling and falling motionless on the ground.
When the tentative contest was over, he immediately let out a long breath and whispered softly while holding on to a thick branch: "If this continues, the decisive battle will begin in a day or two at most. If the instructor returns by then,
If I don’t come, what should I do?”
The words have not yet been spoken!
The boy suddenly discovered that several figures appeared out of thin air on the mountainside, heading towards the top of the mountain.
The leader is a strong man with long hair and a height of over 2.1 meters.
Since he studied with Zuo Si for a period of time and got to know several sons of Baal who needed special attention, he recognized the other person at a glance as his half-brother Aberdare.
"Damn it! How did he come to this mountain?"
Sancho immediately felt threatened.
Although he knew that the other party's main target now was Sarevok, he didn't dare to bet on whether Aberdare would suddenly pull out his sword and slash at him after the two met.
After all, most of the sons of Baal are actually more or less influenced by the dead god of murder.
Once Barr, who is planning to resurrect, discovers that a child has escaped his influence and control, he will inevitably choose to get rid of him.