Late at night, there was silence in Al-Tab, the former bustling capital of Serre.
There were almost no pedestrians visible in the markets and streets that were supposed to be brightly lit. Only the mansions where high-ranking red-robed mages, governors and military commanders lived activated bright magic lights, illuminating a large area around them as if it were daytime.
Heavily armed elite soldiers, constructs, and summoned creatures are constantly patrolling the surroundings to ensure that no threats can approach the residences of these important figures.
After all, assassination is a "traditional art" fought within the red-robed mage organization.
Especially Sazastan, who had successfully killed two chiefs before the civil war broke out, so no one in the entire parliamentary faction dared to take it lightly.
The reason why this situation occurs in Eltaba City is entirely because this large city, which once had a population of hundreds of thousands and was ranked among the best in the entire Faerûn continent, now has a population of less than 30,000.
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Moreover, due to being attacked by the undead army of the undead faction more than once during the civil war, most of the citizens who could escape had already fled.
After all, magic war is not an ordinary conventional war. It requires conquering one city at a time, and then slowly pushing it to the opponent's home base.
Since there are incredible things like portals that can directly send troops to the opponent's heartland across space distances, there is no such thing as a safe rear area.
Especially as the capital city of Eltab, it has long been infiltrated by various factions within the Red Robe Mage like a sieve. There are unknown secret passages and strongholds everywhere. Even the chiefs don't know exactly what Sazastan has established.
How many secret portals are there, and how many terrifying undead assassins are hidden there.
So no one dares to take safety lightly.
When traveling, the chief or governor of each faction will basically bring dozens to hundreds of guards and private troops with him.
Otherwise, he would not be able to walk out of the four streets alive and would be stabbed to death on the spot.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
For example, Demetra Vlas did not have any bodyguards or private troops around him at the moment, but quietly entered the maze-like sewer alone.
Not only her, but her good disciple Kalaya also got in from another entrance.
Different from their usual high profile, now these two women with bald heads and large magic tattoos on their heads are wearing anti-detection cloaks - "Silent Whispers", and both are blessed with invisibility magic.
Unless a large-scale anti-magic field or true seeing is used, their existence cannot be discovered through normal means.
Obviously, the two of them had only one purpose in doing this, which was to avoid everyone's sight, even their own subordinates.
After walking along the intricate passages of the sewer for about forty minutes, they almost touched a symbol carved on the wall at the same time.
moment!
The two of them were transported by a magical force to a completely enclosed room somewhere.
Different from ordinary secret rooms, there is no physical entrance or exit here, and the specific location and depth are not known. Its privacy and security can be said to be extremely high.
And when Demetra Vlas and Kalaya entered, the huge stone table placed in the middle suddenly lit up with orange-red fire, and it spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. After a while,
The originally dark room was completely illuminated.
If you observe carefully, you will find that those tiny flames are magic candles made of special materials.
When the last candle was lit, several portals opened at the same time and several figures walked out from the middle and several corners of the table. They were the masters of the talismans entangled in the talisman.
And standing in the middle is the leader of the entire organization, Lagon, whose spellcasting level is ranked among the highest in the entire Faerûn continent.
"You're late!"
As soon as Lagon appeared, he stared at the two people who had released their invisible state with flashing red eyes.
"I'm sorry. As you know, the parliamentary faction is in great chaos right now, and several other chiefs are planning a counterattack against Sazastan. I really can't get away."
Demetra Vlas rushed to explain.
If she had tried to get along with these terrifying legendary undead spellcasters on an equal footing before, now she was completely placing herself in a weak or even subordinate position.
The reason is simple!
She found that the speed at which the strength of these talisman masters increased was too terrifying.
Especially Lagon, as the leader, originally had the spellcasting level of Mage LV20/Arcane Master LV5/Arcane King LV8.
Coupled with the additional 3 caster levels gained by the Lord of Symbols, and the additional 1 caster level for each area secretly controlled, the total caster level has reached the terrifying LV40.
Finally, after Zuo Si became a symbol of evil recently, his spellcasting level was 5, which was directly raised to LV45.
In addition, there is also the quasi-divine blessing given by the planeswalker master.
These are completely invincible to the chief red-robed mage who has just crossed the legendary threshold with a spellcasting level.
What's more, the most troublesome thing about the Lich is the phylactery that can be infinitely reborn.
It is naturally self-evident where the Lord of Talisman's life box will be placed.
But Demetra Flas didn't know that even if the phylacteries were destroyed, these talisman masters would just enter the cemetery to cool down for a period of time, and they could be summoned again soon.
Therefore, the red-robed female chief is now very afraid of the talisman masters including Lagon.
She even felt that as long as the other party was willing, they could make a major change in the senior leadership of the parliamentary faction at any time, and then quietly replace them, just like they did in Kalingshan and Tethyr.
"What about you? What trouble did you encounter again?"
Ragon once again set his sights on young Kalaya.
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Without saying a word, the latter took out a small box from his arms, opened it and placed it on the table.
In a blink of an eye!
Everyone in the room was deeply attracted by the contents of the box.
Because what is placed there is Serge's national treasure, the artifact fragment used by the goddess of magic to strengthen the magic network. It is also a very large piece, half the size of a palm, and exudes violent magic fluctuations that cannot be described in words.
After about ten seconds, Lagun nodded with satisfaction: "Well done! I think the master will be satisfied with your efficiency. And he will never be stingy in rewarding those subordinates who have made achievements."
"It is an honor to serve his great Majesty Soth."
Kalaya bowed gracefully with one hand on her chest, an expression of anticipation on her face.
Although the bald head tattoo and the two magic eyes on her head look a little sinister and scary, her facial features are not ugly at all. Instead, she is a standard beauty with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth.
Unfortunately, for the red-robed mage who pursues strength and power, beauty is the most useless thing.
After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her hair is shaved and her head, neck, back, and arms are covered with large and small tattoos, the first impression she gives will never be about beauty, and it will never impress a man.
A desire to have something happen with it.
This is why it is rare for men and women within the Red Robe Masters to combine to form families and give birth to offspring.
Most red-robed mages prefer to have children with nobles, bureaucrats, military officers, businessmen, and even civilians and slaves, although there may not necessarily be a marriage relationship.
Just like the famous saying against LGBT political correctness, you may be able to deceive your own brain, but you can never deceive your little brother.
When a person's appearance is completely inconsistent with your aesthetics, the latter will never have any physiological reaction.
Fortunately, Kalaya, who has embarked on the path of strength, has never cared about her appearance.
Especially after getting the notebook that recorded the knowledge on the Netherese scroll from Zuo Si, his spellcasting level can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, he obtained the ninth-level spell slot and surpassed the legendary level.
It's just one step away.
So now she is extremely eager to gain more magical knowledge again in order to cross this crucial step as soon as possible.
Seeing the naked and undisguised desire of this young female red-robed mage, Lagon couldn't help but let out a burst of blood-curdling laughter, and then he knelt down on one knee along with several other talisman masters.
Before the other two people could react to what was happening, a terrifying and evil aura that could not be described in words appeared out of thin air and filled the entire room at an incredible speed.
Although as members of the Red Robe Mage Organization, Demetra Vlas and Kalaya are undoubtedly from the evil camp, but they still began to tremble involuntarily, trembled, and were frightened, with faces full of horror and disbelief.
expression.
You must know that these two people have summoned demons, demons, yugoloths and other evil alien creatures from the lower planes before. They have even summoned secondary abyss lords and genuine abyss lords.
But none of the above can compare with the ultimate evil aura at this moment.
Gradually, these breaths gathered together to form the figure of a person, which was none other than Zuo Si himself.
As a typical pragmatist, it is obvious that he would engage in such a battle not simply to show off or show off, but to make the two female red-robed mages soberly aware of their current power.
As expected, both the chief Demetra Vlas and her favorite disciple Kalea bowed their heads humbly for the first time, exuding fear and despair from their souls.
After all, they are only mortals, and they are still the kind of mortals who are not strong-willed and easily tempted.
This kind of people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of today's Zuo Si, both physically and mentally.
"Great Master, your most loyal servant is here to serve you."
All the talisman masters, including Lagon, expressed their absolute obedience to the visitor in the most humble manner, even to the point of humility that made the two female red-robed mages find it incredible.
Because in their view, undead spellcasters like these whose spellcasting levels are generally above LV30 or even above LV40, even if they face the demon lord, the devil duke and the god should at least maintain their dignity and personality instead of completely becoming each other's.
servant.
But now, these terrifying entities that are enough to put many regions and even countries into panic are actually kneeling on the ground and calling themselves "slaves."
It is estimated that even if I tell it, not many people will believe it.
"Everyone is here? Huh? There is such a big piece of artifact?"
Zuo Si obviously noticed the Ser national treasure placed in the box, and immediately hooked his fingers to suck it into his palm, feeling the power contained in this thing.
Although with the broadening of his horizons and the improvement of his strength, this thing is no longer as attractive to him as before.
However, as a rare item that can greatly enhance the stability of magic energy, it is actually much more precious than most substances. It is the most suitable material for making magic-related artifacts.
Sometimes Zuo Sizhen couldn't understand what the goddess of magic was thinking, and she didn't make a decent weapon for herself.
You must know that even a lunatic and lunatic like Cyric knows how to get a handy weapon.
Perhaps this is the arrogance and conceit of the second most powerful god on the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, after the God of Gods Io?
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the last two generations paid the price with their lives for this.
After all, the entire Faerûn continent now knows that the goddess of magic must die every time something big happens, and it has even begun to form a common practice.
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The most important thing is that she does not have the arrogance and arrogance of the previous two generations of magic goddesses, but instead behaves very cautiously.
What's more, Cyric has been weakened to the point of weak divine power that cannot pose a substantial threat to the powerful divine power. In theory, the magical plague that swept the entire Faerûn continent and caused huge disasters should not happen.
Maybe...
As a midnight elect, Zuo Si has reached the limit of his responsibilities and abilities.
If she is still killed, it only means that the position of the Magic Goddess is poisonous, and whoever gets there will be unlucky.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si directly activated his ability to dissolve the fragment of the artifact and inject it into the artifact staff that Nico Bolas originally gave him.
This is the most powerful magical artifact he currently possesses, so of course it should be strengthened as the top priority.
After all this was done, Zuo Si casually created a notebook containing some magic knowledge and threw it in front of Kalaya: "Here, I think this should be enough as a reward for outstanding performance."
"Thank you very much! Your generous gift is my greatest motivation."
Kalaya quickly picked it up and flipped through the contents, and her whole body suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.
Because the things recorded above will definitely help her cross that threshold and become a legendary spellcaster, even surpassing the current teacher Demetra Vlas.
"You're welcome, you deserve this. Now tell me about the internal situation of the parliamentary faction."
Zuo Si found a chair and sat down, intending to listen to the specific situation of the Serre Civil War so that he could make a better decision.
"Master, in fact, except for the chief executive and some key positions, the parliamentary faction has been infiltrated by us for a long time. As long as you give an order, we can replace them at any time."
Lei Yin raised her head and showed a meaningful smile.
"Oh? So half of Sel is basically under your control?"
Zuo Si was obviously quite surprised by this result.
After all, the red-robed mage is not a soft persimmon, and like the Zhentarim, he is also very good at lurking, infiltrating, assassinating and subverting the local government, and his counter-espionage awareness is even more direct.
Coupled with the environment of internal fighting, holding each other back, and no one trusting anyone, it is very difficult to control such an organization.
Zuo Si couldn't figure out how the Masters of Talisman could do it in just a few years.
After all, they don't have things like Glitter Oil, Planeswalker Spark, and Devil's Pact that can force others to obey them.
"This is all thanks to Murat's psychic powers. It was he who gradually disintegrated the original tight organizational structure of the red robe mage from the inside, and started to take away those who had resources and intelligence from key nodes one by one.
Next, we will spread a large net along these nodes.”
As he spoke, Lagon glanced at the most mysterious being among the Lords of Talisman, the Mind Flayer Lich who was both spiritual and occult.
You must know that learning arcane magic is originally a very deviant thing in the mind flayer community. It is often resisted by the mastermind and other mind flayers, not to mention breaking away from society and transforming oneself into an undead lich.
of aliens.
This is why when Murater came to visit, Lagon accepted him without hesitation and regarded him as an important partner and ally.
The Mind Flayer Lich did not live up to his expectations. In a short period of time, the influence of the Entangled Talisman was greatly expanded, and more than half of the powerful people in Kalingshan were brought under the control of the organization.
Although red robed mages are not as susceptible to mind control as ordinary people because they wear a large number of magic items, this does not mean that they will always be fully armed 24 hours a day.
For example, when taking a shower, doing some physical and mental health exercises with the opposite sex or the same sex, or when changing clothes, you will inevitably take off a lot of protective magic equipment.
When there is no magic to protect the mind, charm, or mental suggestion, Murat can instantly invade the opponent's brain and turn them into his subordinates or even slaves.
Moreover, these people will never wear similar equipment from now on under the suggestion of psychic powers.
"Do you need me to start a revolution within the parliamentary faction?"
Murater waved his slightly pale tentacles and asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not necessary for the time being.
Because before that, I need to get rid of Sazastan first to ensure that he will not become the biggest obstacle to this plan.
You must understand that the continent of Faerûn cannot be completely ruled by one person or one force.
So I can't let you control Serge directly or indirectly. I can only make it tend to cooperate with me rather than fight against it by reaching some agreements.
In addition, Serge and the red-robed mage organization must not fall.
Only they can contain and limit the expansion of the Mulhorand Empire in the east.
You must know that since the end of the theocratic era, this country has been trying to actively expand externally, and the frequent incursions into neighboring Unser are the best proof.
Once Mulhorand annexes Unther, the influence of their pantheon in Faerûn will expand.
This is very detrimental to the current Faerûnian pantheon and my ally Tiamat."
"Then what do you mean..."
Demetra Vlas was visibly nervous.
Because she understood that Zuo Si's decision meant the future of the entire Red Robe Mage Organization and even Serge.
Although she had already made plans to run away and seek asylum in the West Coast Empire if things went bad.
But if you can stay and continue to dominate as the chief, who would want to be a lost dog?
"I mean, Sazastan can realize his wish and become the Red Robe Mage and the dictator of the entire Ser. But he must reach several agreements with me and ensure the interests of the West Coast Empire here."
While saying this, Zuo Si took out the crown phylactery inlaid with rubies.
moment!
Both Demetra Vlas and Kalaya's pupils suddenly dilated.
They all obviously wore equipment that provided magical vision, so they could see the dazzling necromancy magic and arcane aura emitted from this thing.
"You...you got the phylactery hidden in Sazastan?"
There was a tremor in Kalaya's voice.
As a member of the Red Robe Mage, she knew very well what this thing meant and what a key role it could play in negotiations.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, it was not me, but Plamon "Frost Seal" Rakisk found it. Now, I need you two to come with me as representatives of the parliamentary faction."
"No problem, it's our honor."
Demetra Vlas immediately put one hand on her chest, bent down and bowed deeply.
Although she was a little nervous and uneasy about meeting Sazastan, who was her enemy.
But considering Zuo Si's current status and strength, this uneasiness quickly disappeared.
Because no matter what kind of traps and ambushes Sazastan sets, they have no meaning in front of the emperor who owns the West Coast Empire, the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, several powerful divine electors, the legendary planeswalker, and a series of other famous quasi-divine powers.
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Because Zuo Si can easily cut off the connection between the caster and the magic network, Sazastan directly loses his biggest support.
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At the same time, in the fortress far in the northwest of Sere's land, the famous chief of the Necromancer Department, Sazastan, had not yet realized that this battle might end in another form, and was also fighting with the West Coast Empire who had just arrived on a giant airship.
Business groups bargain and do business.
Compared with the parliamentary faction, he obviously has an unparalleled advantage, that is, his subordinates do not need to eat, drink, and eat, let alone the so-called relaxation and enjoyment. All the money earned through trade can be used to purchase war.
Materials.
This is also one of the reasons why he can overpower the opponent after the war begins.
"Dear Lord Sazastan, if you increase prices like this, our business will not be able to continue.
After all, your food is basically produced by the undead.
Although negative energy has been driven away through drying and other processes, it is still psychologically unacceptable to many people who care about health and longevity.
Unless the price is lowered than that of ordinary food, they will not pay for it.
So you must lower the price of food to a level we can accept and make enough profit.
Otherwise, we would rather not purchase these grains from other places.
You must know that Sel is not the only country on this continent that can export large quantities of grain and minerals.
What's more, we have a direct route to the Maztec continent."
The businessman in charge of leading the team did not back down at all because he was facing the most terrifying lich in Faerûn. Instead, he began to issue threats rudely, clearly showing his ugly face of fearlessness and economic hegemony.
Facing the rudeness of the businessman, Sazastan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, and asked with a helpless look: "Then how much do you think it is reasonable to lower it?
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The businessman replied without thinking: "At least 30%. Only in this way can this batch of grain be sold in the West Coast Empire, and we can also make some small profits. As for the minerals, the price must also be reduced.
At least 20 percent."
It has to be said that his big mouth immediately made several lichs and vampires loyal to Sazastan present look very ugly.
Because they are not a dead house that never goes out, they have already investigated the selling prices of these exported items in the West Coast Empire Market.
If I could use one word to describe these greedy businessmen, it would be "black", so damn black.
Whether it is food or minerals, the profit has reached an astonishing 300%.
Yes, you read that right, a commodity like this that should have very slim profits can actually have such terrifying huge profits.
One can imagine how low the purchase prices were kept by the businessmen of the West Coast Empire.
If it weren't for undead creatures farming, there would be no cost at all for mining. If it were replaced by living people, it would be 100% bankrupt.
As long as there are other options, Sazastan will not sell things to these guys.
Even several vampire generals couldn't help but sigh, you are still ruthless when it comes to trading vampires.
But unfortunately, due to the civil war, no businessmen from other places dare to approach Ser.
So Sazastan has no other choice.
What's more, he also relies on these businessmen to purchase war supplies to ensure that he can suppress the parliamentary faction.
After being silent for a long time, the chief of the Necromancer Department finally resisted the urge to turn all these damn businessmen into zombies and ghouls, and nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, then the price you mentioned will be
Conversion. But I have an additional condition, that is, twenty additional large-caliber artillery pieces must be added to the transaction."
"Can!"
The businessman agreed without hesitation.
Because the cabinet of the West Coast Empire had deregulated muskets and artillery, anyone with money could buy them.
But the problem is that the supporting gunpowder only has the lowest grade smoky gunpowder, and does not have the elemental energy powder used by the military itself.
The power of the latter is almost twenty times that of the former.
You must know that the gap between TNT explosives and black powder is only five to six times, which can already form an irreparable generation gap.
The important ministers of the West Coast Empire are not worried at all that the spread of these thermal weapons will threaten themselves.
What's more, the formula of smoky gunpowder is still a secret, and only the Inventors' Association on Lantan Island, the church of Gond, the god of craftsmen, and the West Coast Empire have control.
Once there is no gunpowder supply, those cannons and muskets will immediately become useless scrap steel and scrap iron.
Therefore, the current trade policy of the West Coast Empire is to limit the total amount of gunpowder exports, but not to restrict the export of muskets and cannons.
Of course, Sazastan also knew what these businessmen were up to, but he didn't care.
Because what he needs is a violent long-range strike to directly defeat the enemy in a short period of time, rather than a long-term saturation bombing like the aerial gunships of the West Coast Empire.
He believes more in the power of magic than in thermal weapons.
As the deal was concluded, the tower where the airship docked quickly became busy.
Several lichs were controlling the constructs and undead creatures to carry the goods, moving down the purchased war supplies, and then moving up the items purchased by the other party.
Seeing those businessmen walking out of the fortress with glowing faces, chatting and laughing, a vampire general finally couldn't help but approached and asked in a slightly annoyed voice: "Master, are you sure you don't want to show them some color? These are
This guy is too greedy and arrogant, and he doesn't take you seriously at all."
"No! You should know I can't do that.
The West Coast empire has grown into a behemoth we simply cannot afford to mess with.
Just raise a finger and all our efforts will be in vain in an instant.
Haven't you seen what's happening in areas that are embargoed and sanctioned by trade alliances?
Although there are no living people in the area we rule, and there is no need to worry about popular riots, we need money to win this war, a lot of money.
What's more, we still rely heavily on the war supplies provided by these merchants."
Sazastan refused his men's tempting offer without hesitation.
Although he has many ways to make these businessmen die inexplicably, or even turn them into puppets under his control.
But once discovered, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.
He had experienced it more than once before, so he didn't want to get into trouble at all.
"Damn it!
These bastards deliberately do business with us and the parliamentary faction at the same time, so that the two sides will continue to fight.
Whenever we gain the upper hand, merchants from the West Coast Empire will sell stronger soldiers and equipment to the Parliamentary faction.
In this way, they can always obtain cheap food, minerals, wood, herbs, gems and various precious metals from Sel."
The vampire raised his fist angrily and knocked on the table to express his inner unwillingness.
After all, anyone who is not a fool can see this obvious trade.
But there is just no way.
The indescribable frustration and humiliation almost drove many high-level red-robed mages who turned themselves into undead creatures crazy.
"Calm down.
Temporary patience is nothing.
As long as we can defeat the parliamentary faction and win this war to revive Cyre, all of this will be worth it.
Remember what I said, even though there are many members of the parliamentary faction, they have also inherited the past tradition of fighting among themselves and holding each other back.
So the longer this war lasts, the higher the possibility that they will break out into internal strife.
As long as I seize this opportunity, I can sweep that decadent and backward parliamentary system into the garbage heap of history."
When he said these words, Sazhastan was full of confidence in both his eyes and tone.
Because no one knows better than him the fatal flaws left over from the very beginning of the Red Robe Mage Organization, as well as the old problem of the parliamentary system always falling apart at critical moments.
Although there was a rebellion against the theocratic rule of the Mulhorand Empire, the parliamentary secret society of mages united all the mages in the land to the side of Isaz Bouvar, and ultimately won the war.
Even the title Chief originally meant "follower", that is, someone who follows Isazée Bouvard.
But in the process of establishing rule and political power, the supreme leader died prematurely, failing to complete the most important centralization of power in a country.
That's why the weird thing of parliamentary system was born out of mutual compromise.
As one of the first few "followers" back then, Sazastan witnessed with his own eyes the birth of the Red Robe Mage Organization and the country of Sere.
Although he wasn't called by that name at the time.
After witnessing the various shortcomings of parliamentary politics with his own eyes, he became more and more convinced that only centralization and tyranny could avoid unnecessary internal strife and allow Cyre to truly become a powerful magic empire.
"Okay, I understand."
The vampire sighed helplessly, turned around, and planned to turn into a bat and leave this place to be alone.
But in the next second...
Three figures suddenly appeared out of thin air in this room where magic teleportation was completely prohibited.
Such a horrifying scene not only stunned all the high-level undead in the room, but even Sazastan activated countless protective magics in an instant and ordered two golems to stand in front of him.
Because they have no idea how the other party breaks through the restrictions, let alone why there is no energy fluctuation in the surrounding magic network.
But after a second or two, he saw clearly who the visitor was, and Sazhastan's heart immediately sank, and his face became as ugly as possible.
"Hey! Long time no see, did you miss me?"
Zuo Si put on the posture of an old acquaintance and smiled and said hello to the chief of the undead faction.
"If I could, I never want to see you again in my life."
Sazastan gritted his teeth and expressed the truest thoughts in his heart.
Because he knew that as Zuo Si's power became stronger and his level of contact became higher and higher, it would be basically impossible for him to repay the big losses he suffered before.
As the saying goes, if you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide.
It is best not to have even the slightest contact or intersection in the future.
"Hahahaha! Well, it seems that the misunderstanding between us is a bit deep."
Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, completely ignoring the funny reactions of others present who dared not speak out.
After all, there is nothing more satisfying than the way you look at me and feel helpless.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, I am very sure that this is not a misunderstanding, and there is nothing to talk about between us."
Sazastan quickly returned to his expressionless state and corrected.
"Oh? Are you sure? You know, I found a very interesting ruby crown with a few initials on it."
Zuo Si smiled half-heartedly and revealed several key pieces of information.
He believes that the other person's intelligence level should be able to instantly understand what he wants to express.
Sure enough!
When Sazastan heard the description of the characteristics of his phylactery, his skinny face with even partially exposed bones suddenly changed color, and he growled in a nervous tone with a hint of panic: "This is impossible! I obviously know
Hide that thing in..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zuo Si had already taken the crown out of his pocket and waved it in front of him.
In a blink of an eye!
Sazastan then closed his mouth and clenched his hands into fists to show the unrest in his master's heart.
How can you be calm?
That's a phylactery!
The most important thing that a lich uses to preserve the essence of his life and soul!
As a cautious person, he always felt that it was impossible for anyone in this world to find the place where he buried his life box.
Because basically all the people who really know about his past are gone, only Larok, the wizard king of the Netherese era, knows a little bit.
But the latter obviously would not betray him.
silence!
Terrible silence!
The atmosphere in the room became extremely oppressive in a matter of seconds, to the point where the two female red-robed mages accompanying him felt suffocated.
This was the first time they saw the leader of the Necromancer faction in such a dilemma.
fortunately!
Sazastan was an absolutely rational person, and after being silent for a long time, he did not take any drastic action that would cause misunderstanding.
He first raised his hand to signal all the men in the room to push them out, and then he asked tentatively: "What do you want?"
"It's very simple, I want to talk to you, and it's best to reach an agreement that is acceptable to both parties.
Don't worry, I have no interest in controlling or dominating Sale.
Because as the population dwindles, this place has become a veritable place abandoned by the gods.
After all, there is no faith without population.
I just don’t want Thel and the Red Mage organization to collapse and ultimately take advantage of the Mulhorand Empire and the pantheon they believe in.
You have to understand that the balance among the gods in Faerûn is very fragile.
Once it is broken, it will inevitably trigger a large-scale divine war.
So I can help you unify Ser, but you have to pay a small price."
As he said that, Zuo Si raised his hand and made a gesture with his index finger and thumb.
"A small price to pay?"
Looking at the little space between the other person's fingers, Sazastan suddenly laughed angrily.
Because he would not be stupid enough to believe what comes from the mouth of a big devil.
Especially since this big devil has recently made a lot of noise in Baator Hell, and has even begun to form a duopoly on an equal footing with Asmodeus.
Because he suffered too much loss and was too impressed, Sazastan has been paying special attention to the situation in Baator Hell, and has also established his own stronghold in the huge cyberpunk city.
Basically, he would get the news as soon as possible about anything happening there.