The most important thing is that the whole body is itching all over, and even if the skin is scratched until it turns red or even blood marks appear, it cannot stop.
Especially the large and creepy red rash, the red and swollen eyes, the swollen blood vessels under the skin, the uncontrollable drool flowing from the corners of the mouth, the equally unbearable itching of the nasal cavity and respiratory tract, and the constant violent snoring.
Sneeze...
Various symptoms are enough to prove how serious this acute allergic symptom is.
The swelling of blood vessels all over the body caused the blood pressure to drop sharply. Imoen and Thrall, whose physical attributes were not high enough, even turned pale, had cold limbs, and were slightly confused.
If it continues for more than half an hour, it may lead to suffocation, blood circulation failure and a series of serious consequences.
After all, Zuo Si is a chosen one of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and has never stopped researching bacteria, viruses, fungi, microorganisms, toxins, magical plagues, and various necromancy magic in private.
Some of the research results he labeled as "non-lethal" can already be regarded as extremely dangerous to most people.
For example, in the eyes of Zuo Si, the alchemy powder Sancho is scattering is only used to harass and create a little trouble for the other party, but it has already plunged Aberdare and his party into a huge crisis.
Especially Jasila, who is the only one in the team with healing ability, has tried to cast magical spells several times to dispel this unknown "disease" or "toxin", but she has never been able to enter the state of concentration.
It ended in failure twice in a row.
As for the antidote that others drank, it also had no effect.
In addition, in this world where the speed of information transmission is very slow and knowledge is an out-and-out luxury for civilians, it is difficult for ordinary people to understand the difference between adverse reactions caused by allergies and real diseases and poisonings.<
/p>
Only Atio, the king of beasts, didn't react at all. He stood there and blinked, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on.
Because it is a bear, and it is also a magically transformed creature that is very close to the "abnormal" type. It has long been two completely different species from ordinary beasts in terms of genes and physiological structure.
The powder that Sancho used to induce allergic reactions was specially designed for humanoid creatures. Most of the powder was blocked by thick white hair, so it was surprising that it had any effect.
The most important thing is that Atio smelled the residual scent of his master from the boy's body.
So it doesn’t know at all that it should launch an attack now?
Or just stay where you are and do nothing?
What should I do if I accidentally ruin the master’s plan?
For a young bear cub, the twists and turns here are so complicated that it almost burns out its CPU.
After pondering for a long time, Atio finally decided to pretend to be dead and lay down on the ground, simply out of sight and out of mind.
Anyway, the almighty master can definitely see everything through his own eyes, and will naturally appear to clean up the mess later.
"Cough cough cough cough - you... what did you do to us?"
After a violent cough, Jasira finally struggled to raise her head and stared at her two red and swollen eyes that were still crying and asked.
As an experienced harpist, she could tell that this human boy did not have murderous intentions towards her, but was more of a subconscious self-protection after being attacked.
Otherwise, you can now stand far away and use the fireball magic wand hanging on your waist to kill everyone.
"Don't worry.
It's just a relatively severe allergic reaction. It's neither a disease nor poisoning, and it won't leave any sequelae.
This situation will not last long and will end in about ten minutes at most.
But before that, your brain will fall into a temporary coma due to lack of oxygen.
If nothing else happens, you will wake up in about two to three hours.
People with good physical fitness will wake up faster, while those with poor physical fitness will wake up later.
In fact, it's all your fault that this happened.
I've obviously hidden myself, but you just want to force me out."
When he said these words, there was a hint of resentment in Sancho's tone, and he even shivered involuntarily. He was obviously frightened by the spiders that had poured into the cracks in the stone.
Many adults can’t help but get goosebumps after seeing fist-sized colorful hairy spiders.
Not to mention that he was surrounded by a group of spiders just now and almost got stuck in his face.
"But why are you hiding from us?"
After hearing that there was no danger to his life, Aberdare, who was still exuding a dangerous aura one second, became visibly relaxed the next second.
Although it was still itchy and uncomfortable, it no longer revealed a strong murderous intention.
After all, under Gallian's long-term teachings, he is actually not of the evil camp, but of chaotic neutrality.
That’s the kind of character that says, “I can do whatever I want, but money can’t make me happy.”
Perhaps for those drunkards and mercenaries who take the initiative to provoke, Aberdare would not hesitate to raise his fists and beat them until they could no longer take care of themselves, or kill them directly on impulse.
But facing a seven or eight-year-old child, he is obviously not that aggressive.
Moreover, it was his adventure team that provoked the opponent first.
Looking at this brother who was as big as an ogre and almost as tall as an ogre, Sancho rolled his eyes angrily, pointed at the two sides about to start a decisive battle down the mountain and asked: "The armies of Baldur's Gate and Zhentil Keep
We have all gathered here, and a decisive battle will soon begin to determine the fate of this area. If you were me, and you suddenly saw a group of adventurers and guys dressed as mercenaries coming up from the bottom of the mountain, what would you do?" p>
"A sneeze! A sneeze! A sneeze!"
Aberdare sneezed three loudly in one breath, and quickly nodded with a wry smile: "Okay. I admit, you are right to hide. If it is not us who come up, but those orcs, hobgoblins, and food
Monsters and trolls, you will most likely become their snack."
Jasira on the side finally realized how much she had gone too far by summoning spiders to chase people away. She suppressed her physical discomfort and said: "I'm sorry, kid, this misunderstanding is my fault. I apologize to you. If
If possible, can you give us some antidote? I swear in the name of nature, we have absolutely no ill intentions towards you."
"Sorry.
As I said just now, allergic reactions are neither diseases nor poisonings, so there is no way to cure them with magic potions or magic, and there is no so-called antidote.
Of course, maybe the instructor has it, but I definitely don’t carry it with me.
After all, it is used to deal with enemies, and it will basically not cause real death.
Hmm - probably..."
While saying this, the boy noticed that the mage Thrall had fainted due to lack of oxygen supply to the brain, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He had heard Zuo Si say that if a person's brain is deprived of oxygen for a long time, it will definitely lead to permanent decline in memory and intelligence.
Unless you use wish or miracle, it is basically impossible to recover.
Especially for mages who rely on memory and intelligence, it is simply equivalent to being hit by a mental retardation spell that cannot be lifted.
Fortunately, for the two spies Thrall and Montaro placed in the team by the Zhentarim, it is obvious that no one really cares about their lives.
To be precise, the reason why Aberdare and Jasila still brought the two of them was because they hoped that when they launched the final decisive battle against Sarevok, they would be used as cannon fodder to die.
After being brutally slaughtered by Simon, the former's feelings towards the Zhentarim were extremely bad, and he also began to hate Thrall and Montaro.
"Mentor? Who is your mentor?"
Although Jasira's consciousness began to become less clear, she still grasped the key with her strong willpower and keen intuition.
Sancho obviously hesitated, but in the end he answered truthfully: "My mentor is Sos, the one from Ascatella. I believe you have heard of his name."
"What! You...you are actually Soth's apprentice?"
Khalid instantly became stunned.
Jasila was also surprised and quickly asked: "Why do you appear here? Where are the others in Soth?"
"The instructor said that he had some things to deal with and had been away for almost two days and nights.
As for my appearance here, of course I am here to witness the decisive battle between the two sons of Baal.
After all, I am also a son of Baal, and I was even captured by Sarevok and his men and taken to the secret temple beneath Baldur's Gate for sacrifice.
Believe me, that feeling is not pleasant at all.
In particular, the heart was pierced, and the aorta in the neck was opened, allowing the blood to flow into the holy symbol symbolizing Baal, the God of Murder, on the ground.
This is why I avoid you.
According to the instructor, when two sons of Baal meet, the divine power and divinity in their bodies will attract each other, and then they will have the urge to kill each other.
I've grown out of it, but I'm not sure if my other siblings have."
With that said, Sancho turned his attention to Aberdare, who had mysterious marks and patterns on his face.
When the latter heard that the boy in front of him was the son of Baal like himself, his eyes widened in surprise, and he struggled to stand up despite his physical discomfort.
"Are you telling the truth? Are you also the son of Baal? But... why are you so young?"
Sancho shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Because I was created in the Year of Turbulence when the gods were brought down to earth.
I don't even know who my mother is.
Maybe she was a believer in the god of murder and later died in a battle between the gods.
But what is certain is that I should be the last and youngest son of Baal.
But I was lucky. I first awakened my divinity and divine power, and then stole another thing, successfully erasing the mark Baal left in the depths of my soul.
Finally, I met my mentor, who taught me a lot of valuable knowledge and fighting skills, giving me the ability to not become a source of nourishment for other brothers and sisters in this life-and-death fight.
Nice to meet you, dear brother, I sincerely hope that one day we will not become enemies."
With the last word blurted out, Sancho decisively ended the conversation and began to cast the three-ring magic [Deep Sleep].
The effect of this spell is to make people within LV10 fall into deep sleep immediately.
You will never wake up until you are attacked and injured.
Aberdare's current professional level is LV7. At the same time, he cannot actively control his divine power and divinity, and cannot resist the effects of spells.
When the spell was completed, he fell to the ground and snored loudly.
On the other side, Jasila and Khalid soon lost consciousness due to the lack of oxygen in their brains, and lay motionless on the top of a mountain full of weeds and rocks.
At this point, the entire team has basically been wiped out.
Although this was not his first time in actual combat, Sancho was obviously quite satisfied with his performance just now. A proud expression appeared on his young face, he pursed his lips and muttered to himself: "Deceive, mislead, poison...<
/p>
Taking advantage of the enemy's character flaws and loopholes caused by paralysis to launch a surprise attack is the most correct way for low-level spellcasters to launch a surprise attack.
What the instructor said was indeed correct.
What makes a mage truly powerful is his outstanding resourcefulness, sufficient preparation, endless cards and methods, and his always calm and rational mind.
Only idiots and fools would risk their lives and insist on using powerful evocation spells to fight head-on.
In comparison, the control effects of the enchantment and conjuration systems are obviously better.
Of course, the necromancy and illusion systems are also good.
The change system is still mainly auxiliary at this stage, and it is not worth investing too much time and energy."
Bang bang bang bang——
Suddenly, a crisp sound of applause came from behind the boy.
He immediately turned around to check the situation, only to find that it was none other than Zuo Si, who had left him here for two days and ignored him. He immediately couldn't help complaining: "Dear mentor, have you already put it?"
Did I forget?
You know, I haven't eaten anything in this shabby place for fifty hours.
And you also have to face threats from trolls, beasts and others.
Just a few minutes ago, I almost became a prisoner of another Son of Baal."
"Hahahaha!
Don't describe yourself so miserable.
After all, the person lying unconscious on the ground right now is not you, but them.
As a novice, you did a pretty good job, quite a bit like me back then, and you deserve praise and praise."
Zuo Si laughed and kicked Atio, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. To be precise, he kicked his meaty butt.
The latter hurriedly jumped up and used his "unique skill" to hug his thighs and rub them up and down in a flattering manner.
"Huh? It's not affected?"
Sancho was obviously taken aback.
In his opinion, this weak-looking white bear should have lost its ability to move a long time ago, but now it suddenly became alive and kicking again.
While stroking the thick hair of his animal companion that felt great, Zuo Si explained casually: "You are too careless and don't realize that this little guy is the most terrifying member of the team.
Let me introduce, his name is Atio, he is my animal partner and the beast king of the bear.
With the power Atio possesses, even if you use up all your spells and magic items, you may not be able to pose any threat.
But you ignored it from the beginning. This is a fatal omission.
If it hadn't smelled my scent on you, the situation would have been the other way around."
"What! Do you still have the professional level of Druid or Ranger?"
Sancho's voice suddenly rose an octave.
Because as far as he knows, his mentor already has a mage professional level of LV30 or above, a natural spellcasting ability of a warlock above LV35, and a priest professional level of at least LV25.
These alone are enough to make most enemies feel fear and despair, not to mention the fact that the goddess of magic bestows silver fire on the elect, which is almost like cheating.
Now there is a druid or ranger professional level?
The boy really wanted to know how many trump cards Zuo Si had hidden.
"Yes! This is an additional ability that comes with an artifact given to me by Talona. It is a Druid profession that has just passed the legendary level. It's not a big deal."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
To be precise, the LV22 druid professional level given by Angel Poison Core Soul Gem is the weakest among all his current professions.
In addition to a small amount of divine spells for protection and natural manipulation, most of the divine spell slots given by the druid level are filled with recovery and treatment-related spells. They are mainly used to make some potions, items and equipment, and there are basically no magical spells.
How was it used in battle?
As for those magical spells such as transformation and summoning, they are too weak and there is no need to remember them.
Hearing these words, Sancho's young face suddenly became extremely painful and twisted. He wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
At this moment, he deeply understood what is meant by "no comparison, no harm" and "comparing people is better than comparing goods."
But soon, the boy whose self-confidence was severely hit quickly cheered up, cleared all the messy thoughts from his mind, quickly raised his head and asked: "In other words, you have already arranged for Aberdare.
Eyeliner, have been paying attention to their every move?"
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. After Gillian was killed, I threw Atio next to Aberdare and secretly observed his adventures and growth.
I have to say that this son of Baal is really special. He and you are two completely opposite extremes.
You abandoned the influence of the God of Murder and began to walk your own path.
But he chose to embrace all of Baal and put his consciousness and soul into the empty Throne of Blood.
Do you know what this means?"
"It means that he may be affected, controlled, and swallowed by his father's will at any time."
Sancho's eyes and tone suddenly became solemn and nervous.
After all, he is the only officially recognized apprentice of Zuo Si now. It is completely different from the children from the Askatra slum who are only allowed to study and use some resources in the Mage Tower for free. They can directly borrow all the books in the library.
, research notes and information.
There are many research reports and conjectures about divine power, divinity, and the nature of gods.
Zuo Si undoubtedly admired the boy's intelligence and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "You are right.
Aberdare can even be seen to some extent as the mortal incarnation of the late god of murder.
The power he possesses is not as simple as it appears today.
As long as Baal is willing to continue to increase his chips, Gillian's adopted son can even become a saint or even a demigod in a short period of time.
I have observed many Sons of Baal, including those who are rising rapidly on the border between Tethyr and Kalimshan in the south, and are becoming more and more powerful.
But there has never been a second son of Baal with such strange characteristics."
Hearing these words, Sancho suddenly took a breath and asked in a trembling voice: "So Aberdare was actually chosen by Baal to kill and end the lives of Baal's sons to harvest their divine power and divinity?
All the choices he made were ultimately controlled by the will of the God of Murder?"
"Bingo! Congratulations on your guess.
Behind the empty blood throne is the game from the gods, which is also a microcosm of the essence of the entire world full of struggle.
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Regardless of whether you want to inherit your father's legacy and take everything away from him, it's best to follow Aberdare from now on, win his trust, and become his friend.
In this process, you can gain divine power and divinity from his harvest of other Sons of Baal, slowly accumulating strength and becoming more and more powerful.
After all other competitors have been eliminated, the final winner will be born between the two of you.
As for whether you will turn against each other and kill each other, or whether one of you will voluntarily give up the power of becoming a god, or even the divinity and power in your body, it depends on your choice and wisdom.
Because Aberdare actually has no right to choose at all.
Strictly speaking, he is just a pathetic tool, destined to end in tragedy.
Unless the power from God intervenes, no one can change this ending."
Zuo Si used the most straightforward way to show his apprentice the truth behind all the fog.
Looking at the adventures of the Son of Baal after he left Candlekeep, we know that he was always led by some invisible force, and no matter where he went, he would be accompanied by war, killing, betrayal and death.
No matter what choice you make, the result will not change at all.
You can't hide or escape. Only by fighting a bloody path can you ensure that you and your companions around you survive.
When he finally stood in front of the Throne of Blood to decide his fate, Aberdare was directly controlled by Baal, who was lying dead in the star world, and expressed his rejection very simply.
"Do you think I should take the path of becoming a god?"
Sancho asked in an uncertain tone after a long silence.
There is no doubt that Aberdare's tragic fate had a huge impact on his precocious mind, so that he began to feel confused and pessimistic about the future.
Zuo Si smiled and spread his hands: "Ask me? I have never been a god, how can I know what it feels like to be a god.
But I can tell you clearly that in this matter, my goal is to obtain the priesthood of death and all the divine power stored in the Throne of Blood.
In other words, no matter who inherits the legacy of the God of Murder, he will end up with only an empty kingdom and the priesthood of murder itself.
As for the rest of the things, I don’t want to care about them, and I’m too lazy to care about them.
But if you are willing to become the new God of Slaughter, then I can introduce you to some powerful allies to help you get through the difficult period after becoming a god.
Okay, stop looking so sad.
Compared with Aberdare, you are much luckier.
Now let’s have something to change your mood..."
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si quickly cast [Hero's Banquet] and summoned a pile of rich and delicious food and drinks in the open space on the top of the mountain.
As the saying goes, the world is big and the food is the biggest.
After being hungry for two days and barely eating anything, Sancho's stomach suddenly made a growling sound after smelling the aroma. Without saying a word, he rushed forward, grabbed a piece of lamb chop and took a vicious bite, feeling the freshness.
The texture and taste of the juicy mutton can't help but show an expression of enjoyment.
Zuo Si then used magic to eliminate the severe allergic symptoms of those who fell on the ground, and then used teleportation magic again to leave.
As soon as he left, Imoen, Jasira, Aberdare and others woke up from their slumber.
When he saw a table full of dishes not far ahead, and Sancho who was crazily stuffing food into his mouth, the youngest Imon immediately felt the secretion of saliva in his mouth accelerate, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva and asked: "
Guess what I saw? The boy was eating a big meal on a deserted mountain top. Could this be just me hallucinating?"
"No! I saw the same picture."
Aberdare also licked his lips.
As an action person who lacks the ability to think, he didn't even hesitate. He walked directly to the table and grabbed a honey-glazed roast chicken and took a bite. He was instantly conquered by the indescribable deliciousness and his eyes popped out.
A light full of surprises.
The next second...
The 2.13 meter tall man grabbed the wine from the amphora next to him, raised his head and took two sips. He quickly shouted to other members of the team: "These foods are real! And they are delicious."
Great! Come here quickly!"
For adventurers, having a hot meal in a harsh environment like the wild can be considered a kind of enjoyment.
Not to mention the delicious meal summoned with [Hero’s Feast], which has magical effects.
However, as a cautious harpist, Jasila still used the detection toxin very carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, she picked up a candied berry and put it into her mouth, feeling the sweetness and satisfaction coming from the tip of her tongue.
, as well as the accompanying spell effects.
After eating a few fruits, she raised her head and asked the boy sitting opposite: "Has Soth just come here? Is this the hero's banquet he summoned with high-level magic?"
"Hmm!"
Sancho nodded without thinking while chewing the mutton chops.
There is no need to hide things like this, anyone who is not a fool can guess it.
"Ah? Soth has come? Where are the others?"
Imoen quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and started to look around.
"Save it, don't look for it. After summoning the hero banquet, the instructor used teleportation magic to leave. He didn't stay long at all."
Sancho casually threw the leftover bones far down the cliff, hitting a fox that was looking for food on the head. It scared the fox to jump more than half a meter high, and then he ducked into the bush and threw his rebellious fox into the bush.
The character is vividly displayed.
Without a doubt!
He is a typical person who tends to be in the chaotic camp.
Although this tendency is not very obvious yet.
"Why did Soth leave in such a hurry? I still have many questions about magic that I want to ask him."
Hearing that Zuo Si had left, Edmon suddenly became a little depressed.
After all, among everyone present, she had the best relationship with Zuo Si, and they got along particularly happily.
Especially the time spent at the Candlekeep Inn was the happiest time in a girl's life.
Sancho raised his head and glanced at his half-sister who had not yet awakened. He acted like a young adult and said: "No one knows what the tutor is thinking, and no one can figure out what he is going to do."
.But regarding magic issues, I can provide some help."
"You?"
Imoen raised his head, obviously not trusting that a boy of this age could answer complicated magic questions for him, even if he had successfully cast more than one spell.
"Even though I'm young, I'm actually a seventh-level mage. I'm definitely qualified to be your magic teacher."
Sancho took the initiative to show his kindness with a proud face, obviously intending to integrate into this team.
He was eager to observe Aberdare up close and how the latter would perform in the upcoming decisive battle.
You must know that the boy has already met Sarevok and understands how powerful this son of Baal who has become the Duke of Baldur's Gate really is.
To put it bluntly, with Aberdare's current strength, let alone defeating Sarevok, he is not even worthy of carrying his opponent's shoes.
"Do you want to join us?"
Jasila is undoubtedly aware of Sancho's intentions.
"Well, the premise is that you are willing to accept my words. Because I also have some grudges with Sarevok. His men once cut my neck with a sword and stabbed into my heart."
Sancho clutched his chest and clearly expressed his strong hatred for Sarevok.
"You mean...he killed you?"
Aberdare, who was eating hazelnuts, suddenly stopped all movements and opened his mouth in disbelief.
Although the boy had mentioned this matter before, he had no time to ask about the specific situation due to the strong allergic reaction at that time.
"You should have had a dream and gained some special powers from it, right?
Like you, I also gained some strength from it.
It's just that my strength is more focused on saving my life than fighting, so I have successfully survived until now.
By the way, as a reminder, Sarevok has actually been secretly collecting brothers and sisters, and then taking them to the temple beneath Baldur's Gate for sacrifice.
This is why he is so powerful."
Sancho took a sip of the sweet and sour juice and explained.
"Damn it! This guy doesn't even let go of seven or eight-year-old children! He's so crazy!"
Jasila angrily raised her fist and slammed the table.
Regardless of her identity as a harpist or her belief in the forest goddess Melika, she cannot tolerate such extremely evil behavior.
"Don't worry, little guy, I will personally chop off Sarevok's head to avenge you!"
Aberdare reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.
Maybe it was because he learned that the other party was the son of Baal like himself, or maybe it was out of the same hatred for Sarevok.
In short, he selectively forgot the little misunderstanding and conflict with Sancho just now, and thought it would be good to have a half-brother and a mage in the team.
At least in terms of spellcasting ability, Sancho is much better than Thrall, another Zhentarim spy who was knocked down instantly.
In this way, with his age advantage and precocious personality, Sancho quickly won the acceptance of half of the team members.
In particular, Imon, who is also a bit rebellious and does whatever she wants, has become a friend who talks about everything.
On the one hand, both of them are interested in arcane magic, and on the other hand, their mental ages are relatively close.
While everyone was enjoying the feast and discussing how to deal with Sarevok, on the peak of another mountain on the other side of the Wanning River, Zuo Si was looking at an "old friend".
After about half a minute, he smiled and asked: "Why, after failing to seize the Eye of the Storm, did you target the Son of Baal again? Dear Irenikas!"
"I think we should talk and end those misunderstandings."
Irenekas took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.
After several attempts, he gradually realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, that is, he tried to get what he wanted from the young man in front of him through violent means.
This resulted in the cooperative relationship between the two parties, which was pleasant at the beginning, gradually turning into hostility.
Zuo Si couldn't help but sneer: "Ha! Misunderstanding?
No, I don’t think that was a misunderstanding.
You must know that you use the treasures obtained from the efreet to summon powerful heroic spirits and a fire elemental prince sealed in the scroll.
If it were someone else with this level of power, the grass on their grave would probably be three feet high.
But you're lucky.
Because I am an open-minded and generous person, willing to accept apology and reconciliation.
But the premise is that you have to come up with enough gifts as compensation.
I believe you should already know what I like and need, right?
Before that, no matter what you want to do to these sons of Baal, I will not hesitate to stop it.
This is the price you have to pay for offending me."
You don’t need to ask to know that the reason why the two met here was actually because Irenicas wanted to regain contact with Sarevok after returning from Sel, but he happened to be intercepted by the perceptive Zuo Si. p>
"Is there anything else on me worth your prying eyes?" Irenekas narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Of course! That's your soul.
Anyway, you who have been deprived of your elf identity and characteristics will no longer be able to go to Avandor after death like your compatriots.
So I suggest you take it out and make a trade while it still has extraordinary value.
If your plan succeeds in the end and you achieve the title of god, you will naturally be able to save your soul.
Because there is no existence in the universe that can take away the soul of God.
But if you fail, then your soul after death will belong to me.
In return, not only will I not interfere with your involvement in the affairs of the Sons of Baal, but I will also provide you with some help within my ability.
Of course, the premise is that you must follow my rules."
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly, and he laid out the conditions calmly.
A madman like Irenicus who has long lost his humanity will inevitably fall into the abyss or be reincarnated as a petitioner if he fails to become a god.
This is really too wasteful.
Zuo Si felt that instead of doing that, it would be better to fall into his own hands. At least he could transform another spell-breaking demon, just like Vesalun.
Instantly!
Irenekas's eyes burst out with monstrous anger, and his hands clenched into fists.
If the brain is the body of a creature, then the soul is the essence of the creature.
Especially in the concept of elves, the soul is a sacred thing that is supreme and must not be blasphemed.
So when he heard that the other party wanted his soul, the man who was a high elf mage instantly became extremely angry, and even wanted to take action immediately to make the arrogant person in front of him pay the price.
But when he thought of Zuo Si's terrifying strength and trump card, he quickly calmed down and asked in a chilling tone: "What if I refuse?"
Zuo Si threatened meaningfully: "If you refuse, your ambition and desire to become a god will come to an end.
Whether it's Sarevok or the other sons of Baal, you can't get anything from them in the end.
Because I will personally crush your plans and destroy your experiments, leaving you with no way to continue.
Of course, it's not impossible if you can come up with other things that can interest me in exchange.
But I highly doubt that you, who owes a huge debt to the efreeti sultan of Brass City, are still able to obtain the artifact."
"I need a moment to think about it."
Irenekas, who fell into silence for five minutes, was obviously unable to make up his mind immediately.
After all, after seeing the power of the silver fire of the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, he knew very well how powerless ordinary magic was to these "cheating players".
You will definitely not win a head-on battle.
And the powerful elven high magic ritual cannot be completed by one person.
So the hands-on option was eliminated from the beginning.
There are only two options left, one is to sign a contract to sell one's soul and gamble, the other is to find a way to get two artifacts to satisfy the other party's appetite.
Both the former and the latter have huge risks.
"No problem! Anyway, there will still be some time before the turmoil caused by the Sons of Baal ends. Before that, you can think about it slowly.
In addition, I suggest you stay here to watch the upcoming fateful battle between Aberdare and Sarevok.
After reading it, you will have a clearer understanding of the nature of gods.
You must know that God is not as simple as you think, nor is it a mere accumulation of energy and power.
They are a kind of sublimation, a kind of philosophical thought, and an abstract concept that mortals can never really understand.
If you don't understand this and extract divine power and divinity from the Son of Baal, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Dear Irenicus, you probably haven’t realized that you are on the wrong path yet?”
After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's vigilant and wary eyes, took out a Netherese scroll and started reading it on the spot.
As a time management master, he is best at using his leisure time to study and continuously increase his knowledge reserve and strength.
What's more, it may still be ten or twenty hours before the official start of the war.
Instead of standing here with Irenikas staring at each other, why not read the scrolls of Netheril for a while and draw strength from the wisdom of the creator race.
Especially after the goddess of magic Midnight gave him the authority to use the deep magic network, Zuo Si has been able to memorize and cast ten-ring and eleven-ring spells.
He can't wait to restore several very important magics in the Netheril era, including Marvin's World Weaving, Lefeb's Mysteau Weaving, the advanced spells needed to create the Mythra Core, etc.<
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And these require drawing knowledge and inspiration from the Netherese scrolls...