Chapter 265 The Devil’s Deal (a 10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

There is no doubt that the rebellion that broke out in the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood instantly shocked the entire Northland like a bomb.

Because ever since Arkham Grace came to Luskan and personally founded the Arcane Brotherhood, he has been the undisputed ruler of the city and even the surrounding areas.

It has been maintained for more than ten or twenty years, and no one has ever dared to challenge his authority.

But now, the four tower masters have joined forces with several other high-level mages to overthrow the tyrant's rule in one fell swoop.

Not only that, they also severely injured the latter, so that he had to escape in an extremely embarrassed manner. It is unknown whether he is even alive now.

The most important thing is that the timing of launching this rebellion is so sensitive that whether it is Silvermoon City, Neverwinter City, or Waterdeep City near the south, they think these guys are completely crazy.

Because the rulers of these cities have already learned that the fleet of the Nelanthel Islands has just wiped out Luskan's fleet and has now landed on the Whalebone Islands to deal with the pirates who are allies with Luskan.

Moreover, Zuo Si had also said hello before, making it clear that he would completely destroy the Arcane Brotherhood this time and bring Luskan into his sphere of influence.

Therefore, when serious civil strife breaks out in the Arcane Brotherhood at this time, they simply don't know how to write the word "death".

Realizing that the opportunity to defeat his old enemy Luskan was imminent, Lord Nasir ignored the opposition of his men and immediately contacted some traditional allies in the surrounding areas, formed a coalition of up to 4,000 people, and marched to the border in a mighty manner. Put on a posture of attacking.

Realizing this, the Arcane Society did not bother to fight for power, and immediately ordered the few troops in the city to organize themselves for a tense confrontation with the coalition forces of Neverwinter across a river.

But what's interesting is that no matter which side it is, there is no chance to take action first. Instead, they strictly restrain their soldiers and prohibit any provocative actions.

For Neverwinter City, as long as it can hold back Luskan's troops, the mission has been completed. There is no need to take huge risks and fight desperately.

Luskan, on the other hand, had just lost almost all of its fleet and skilled sailors, leaving only a few unknown ordinary pirate captains who could barely maintain the situation and did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

Once they lose, complete destruction awaits Luskan.

Not to mention anything else, the orcs, half-orcs, barbarians, goblins, wolves, giants, ogres, trolls and other monsters from the north can kill everyone in the city and even become food for the other party.

Don't think this is a joke!

At the most dangerous time, Luskan even issued an emergency order, which prohibited all non-human intelligent creatures from approaching the city walls.

This shows how terrifying the survival pressure this city, which stands at the northernmost tip of Faerûn, is facing.

It is this kind of mentality of "fear of both sides" that allows both sides to maintain a delicate balance that is very rare.

Watching the nervous and anxious reactions of the Luskan soldiers on the other side of the river, Lord Nasir immediately smiled and said to the paladin beside him: "It seems that the news is true. Luskan's fleet was really wiped out, and Akko Lem Grace was also wounded and escaped during the rebellion. The Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan are currently in chaos. It won't be long before the biggest threat in the North will be eradicated once and for all."

"Your Excellency, I must remind you that what you are doing is not in line with the teachings of Tyr, the God of Justice." Aribes looked obviously confused.

Because strictly speaking, Neverwinter's role in this incident was not glorious, and it had nothing to do with the word justice. It was all an exchange of politics and interests.

"I know this is not in line with Tyr's teachings. But the problem is that there is never any justice in politics. As a lord, the only thing I can do is to do my best for the sake of justice without violating the principles. Neverwinter strives for more benefits and ensures that all residents are protected from harm from the outside world."

When saying these words, Lord Nasir clearly showed helplessness.

If possible, he also hopes to implement his ideals as he did when taking risks, using the sword in his hand to hoe the strong, help the weak, and save innocent people in danger.

But if you do this in politics, Neverwinter City will probably fall into an irreversible situation in a matter of minutes.

"What kind of promise did Soth give that made you willing to take such a big risk?" Aribes asked in an uncertain tone.

Lord Nasir replied nonchalantly: "A lot! Including purchasing a large amount of fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, and dairy products from Neverwinter City, and providing us with sugar, salt, spices, condiments, cloth, silk, and grain. There are the most important high-grade steel ingots. Do you remember those long swords, helmets and breastplates that were commissioned from the blacksmith not long ago?"

Aribes nodded slightly: "Of course I remember. Those blacksmiths were full of praise for the quality of the steel ingots, and believed that the finished products were no less inferior to magic weapons and armor with +1 enchantment level."

"These steel ingots are the deposit paid to us by Soth in advance. Such steel ingots will provide us with another 1,500 yuan after the completion of the matter, which is enough to arm an army of about 3,000 people."

As he spoke, Lord Nasir turned his attention to the Neverwinter City guards who had just finished changing their uniforms not long ago.

Just the gleaming armor and weapons on their bodies made people from other towns in the coalition feel envious.

You must know that although Neverwinter City has hot springs from underground and is rich in various agricultural products, poultry, and livestock, it does not have any decent iron ore resources. You can only buy it from elsewhere at a high price.

Therefore, Zuo Si can steadily provide special steel from the industrial era, which is very attractive to Neverwinter City.

"Well, maybe you are right. I still have reservations about Neverwinter joining this war." Aribes finally compromised.

As one of the top military commanders, she is very aware of the Neverwinter army's thirst for high-quality steel.

Moreover, Miraba, a town rich in steel products in the North, is located on the upper reaches of the Mirar River. If you take the relatively cheap waterway, you will inevitably pass through Luskan, and you may be robbed by pirates at any time.

If you take the land route, you need to make a large circle through Chang'an Town, Three Boars, and Red Pine Town, and finally reach Waterdeep City, and then cross the Sword Mountains and Swamp of the Dead from Waterdeep City.

Just the soaring costs caused by the monsters along the way and long-distance land transportation are enough to make the price of these military supplies soar several times or even more than ten times.

Not to mention how much goods and wealth a prosperous maritime trade could bring to the city after the Luskan pirates disappeared.

Therefore, no city in the North would be as eager for Luskan to disappear or to find a new owner as much as Neverwinter.

Lord Nasir shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't openly oppose it. In fact, the Church of the God of Justice does not support me, but I still have to do it. Once a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this comes, If you miss it, I’m afraid there won’t be another time.”

"How long will it take for the fleet from the Nelanthel Islands to arrive at Luskan and launch a general attack?" Aribes couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe three days, maybe five days. I'm looking forward to how Luskan, who always likes foreign aggression and expansion, will react when a huge fleet appears in their port."

When saying these words, Lord Nasir's tone was filled with undisguised schadenfreude.

After all, this was how Luskan threatened a series of surrounding city-states, including Neverwinter.

With their huge pirate fleet, they could plunder whoever they wanted. Neverwinter's ports and ships were robbed more than once.

When the losses were heaviest, most of the dock area was occupied by the incoming pirates. Countless warehouses, houses and shops were evacuated and then set on fire without restraint.

As for the residents, those who resisted were killed mercilessly without exception, and the prisoners were all escorted onto ships and transported back to Luskan as slaves to be sold.

Young and beautiful women are also subjected to inhumane gang rape and abuse.

In short, since the establishment of Neverwinter City, the bloody feud with Luskan could last for three days and three nights.

Lord Nasir hopes to completely end the grievances between the two sides under his rule and seek justice for the murdered residents of Neverwinter.

After all, there are many understandings of "justice", and "just revenge" is naturally included among them.

"Will we launch an attack then?" Aribes subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"It depends on whether our allies will send people to support us. You must know that many of this coalition forces are used by surrounding towns to resist threats from the wild world. I don't want them to suffer too heavy losses."

Having said that, Lord Nasir ignored the young paladin who held an increasingly important position under him and walked toward the tent not far away alone.

He still had some details to discuss with representatives from other towns about the war.

Aribes stood there in confusion.

Because as her position became higher and her responsibilities became heavier, she began to gradually come into contact with some of the dark side of politics and a lot of insider trading.

And this kind of behavior is undoubtedly a kind of torture and suffering for the paladin who symbolizes absolute kindness and order.

Although most of the time, she could understand the choices Lord Nasir made.

But understanding is one thing, and recognition is another.

Just when the entire Northland was in disbelief at the civil strife that broke out in the Arcane Brotherhood, Akram Grace, who had fled to the safe house, was drinking a bottle of potion to treat serious injuries with trembling hands, temporarily stabilizing himself. A dying and aging body.

At this moment, he no longer looked as majestic and cold as usual. Instead, he looked as weak as a dying old man.

There is no doubt that this high-level rebellion was fatal to him.

The physical damage is secondary, the key is the mental and psychological impact.

Akram Grace even couldn't help but wonder whether what he had done before was wrong. He should not have given those tower owners too much power, let alone let the bottomless internal affairs within the Arcane Brotherhood be allowed. fight.

But unfortunately it's too late to think about this now.

Apart from an aging body that may not last even a year, he can be said to have nothing now.

As for fighting back to regain the leadership of the Arcane Brotherhood and even Luskan, it is simply impossible to do so in the current state.

Although the tower owners and high-level mages will fall into a new round of internal fighting to divide their rights, Akram Grace can guarantee that as soon as he appears, the other party will immediately drop everything and join forces to deal with him.

"Damn bastards! Traitors! One day I will make you pay for this! A price more terrible than death!" The old mage cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Just when he opened the door and wanted to go out for some air, he suddenly found a very beautiful woman standing at the door of his safe house, saying in a slightly weird accent: "Ah! You finally appeared. , Akram Grace. You know, I have been waiting for you in this town for quite a long time."

"Who are you?!"

The old mage immediately retreated vigilantly and prepared to activate the protective magic of the safe house.

Ever since he experienced a surprise attack that almost resulted in death, he had become extremely nervous, as if everyone was coming to kill him.

After all, in ruling the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan for so many years, Akram Grace has offended too many people and provoked too many enemies.

God knows when a Harper assassin will suddenly appear from around the corner and plunge a sharp dagger directly into the eye, the back of the heart or the jaw.

"You can call me Nephitis. I am here to negotiate a deal with you on behalf of a very powerful Hell Lord."

As she spoke, this beautiful woman quickly shed her disguise and showed her true form.

Exquisite magic armor, huge black wings, a long bow wrapped in red flames, and a long sword in a scabbard hanging from his waist. He is over 1.8 meters tall, and exudes an indescribable aura all over his body. The smell of depravity.

There is no doubt that this is a devil from Baator Hell, and it is the most special kind of "lust demon" among many devils.

Unlike most demons who can be approved for promotion to a more advanced form if they accumulate enough merit, the lust demon cannot be promoted in form.

Similarly, other demons cannot become lust demons through promotion.

There are only two ways to give birth to lust demons. One is for the lust demons to give birth to their own offspring, and the other is for pure celestial beings to be corrupted and corrupted by the power of hell.

The former lord of the first level of Hell, "Daughter of War" Zariel, became very interested in bloody battles and finally chose to join it personally. As a result, she died tragically under the siege of endless demons and demonic armies.

Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, sensed its great potential, and eventually resurrected it and gave it a unique form, appointing it as the lord on the front line against demons.

To a certain extent, Zariel's birth is the epitome of countless celestial creatures degenerating into lust demons.

It's just that she was very powerful before, and after her resurrection she became the lord of the first level of hell.

After other celestial creatures fell, most of them took the form of desire demons.

As for the transaction between the demon of desire and the devil, which is famous even in the multiverse, it is impossible for Akram Grace, a mage, not to know about it. He immediately asked vigilantly: "Do you want my soul?"

"Haha, why not? After all, your soul has long been filled with evil, and you are also an unbeliever. Besides hell, do you think you have any other better options? Don't tell me It is the devil of the bottomless abyss. Only the truly mad and insane would choose to give their souls to the devil."

The demon who called himself Nephitis broke through the old mage's psychological defense with a smile on his face.

In fact, she has been observing the other party for a long time. It can be traced back to when Arkham Grace arrived in Luskan, started to create the Arcane Brotherhood from scratch, and brought those pirates under his control. .

Through these actions, the desire demon can be 100% sure that this is a precious soul that meets the requirements of his master.

"Stop dreaming! I will not trade my soul!" Akram Grace sternly refused.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. Why don't you listen to the conditions I can offer? After all, now you have half a foot in the coffin, and you will usher in physical death in three to four months at most."

As he spoke, the desire demon took out a parchment scroll that smelled of sulfur from somewhere on his body.

Although Akram Grace was very resistant to selling his soul, he still opened it and took a look with the mentality of giving it a try.

As a result, this look made his whole body start to tremble with excitement.

Because the conditions offered by the devil are exactly what he needs most right now, which is the complete ritual of transforming the lich.

Not only that, these devils also promised to help them regain the dominance of the Arcane Brotherhood and Luskan after becoming lichs.

"What, I didn't lie to you?" Nephitis blinked meaningfully.

As the force that best understands the "art of transaction" in the entire multiverse, the Devil's Contract is so famous because they can always offer tempting terms that the other party cannot refuse.

Akram Grace was obviously hesitating and struggling.

After two or three minutes, he cautiously tried: "If I transform into a lich, you won't be able to take away my soul, right?"

Nephitis smiled and responded: "No, you are wrong. There are many ways to control a soul. It does not mean that you can avoid fulfilling the contract content by becoming a lich. And you feel that you have the ability to resist A powerful lord of hell?”

"Before I sign this contract, will I be lucky enough to know which lord I will serve in the future?" The old mage subconsciously clenched his fists nervously.

"The Lord of Dis in the second level of hell - Grand Duke Disbat. He now needs enough servants to form a force in the material plane, and you are the chosen one."

The Demon of Desire had no intention of hiding anything and openly revealed the identity of the master behind him.

She believed that the other party should be very clear about the meaning of the name Grand Duke Disbat.

Hearing that he was being noticed by a hell lord, Akram Grace's wrinkled face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, and then he couldn't help but question: "Why me? Or, do you want What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. Grand Duke Disbat hopes that you can sacrifice a person's soul to him. As long as you can do this, your soul will belong to you again." The desire demon responded with a playful look.

"Whose soul can actually make a hell lord so interested?" Akram Grace continued to test.

Although he really wanted to sign the contract at this moment, the little sense he had left kept reminding him to understand the situation first.

The desire demon stretched out a finger and lightly scratched the air, and instantly created a slightly blurry image out of thin air. He introduced calmly: "His name is Soth, and he is the goddess of poison and disease. Lorna's only chosen one, I heard that he has recently become the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic. Oh, by the way, he is also the real manipulator behind the power of the Nelanthel Islands, and he is also one of your enemies."

"What?! Are there other forces behind the Nelanser Islands?"

Akram Grace was stunned, and finally realized why the tower owners suddenly broke out into rebellion and wanted to kill him.

No wonder the Lord of the North Tower would say that he was the one who made the first move.

In addition, the unusual reaction of Ximanmeng, the head of the Zhentarim Dark Intelligence Network, finally found the answer.

"You start a war rashly without knowing who the real enemy is. I really don't know whether to praise your bravery or laugh at your stupidity. But it's different now. With the help of Archduke Disbat, you can take advantage of the situation. Before Soth captured Luskan, he rushed back to regain power and organize resistance. So hurry up and sign the contract, so that I can help you transform into a lich quickly. You must know that there is not much time left for us. .”

The desire demon urged in a slightly impatient tone.

You must know that transforming a lich is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive matter. If you don't do it quickly, it will be too late when the news of Luskan's fall comes back.

After a moment of silence, Akram Grace finally plucked up the courage to sign his name at the bottom of the contract.

moment!

The entire parchment turned into a blazing flame and burned up.

Almost at the same time, a bright red mark appeared on his forehead, but it only appeared for a few seconds and then quickly disappeared.

You don’t need to ask to know that this is a sign that your soul is marked by demons.

If the agreement is not followed, the devils will be able to sense it and send out a pursuit team no matter where they are in the world.

Seeing that the contract came into effect, the desire demon handed over the entire content of the Lich Transformation Ceremony and a set of necessary materials for making the phylactery without saying a word.

With her help, Akram Grace quickly made his own phylactery and eagerly began the ceremony.

…

On the other side, the anxious Xi Manmeng finally found Zuo Si on the vast sea who was heading north on a sailboat.

As soon as they met, he immediately asked aggressively: "Why attack our Zhentarim intelligence network? If I remember correctly, our relationship should be allies."

"Attack? When did I send people to attack your intelligence network?" Zuo Si pretended to be innocent.

"Stop pretending! It was under your control that Garnier issued the attack order to the concession of the red-robed wizards. Don't think that I don't know that you want to use this opportunity to provoke a fight between the Zhentarim and the red-robed wizards. war between."

Xi Manmeng was obviously a little angry.

Because since he has been in charge of the dark intelligence network for so many years, this is the first time that he has been manipulated and played like a puppet on strings.

The most important thing is that the magical power possessed by the young man in front of him is more powerful than his own, so this anger cannot be vented at all, and it feels as aggrieved as it is.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about. If the red robe wizard attacked you, then you should go to them instead of me. In addition, I suggest you not to interfere with Luskan's affairs. Otherwise If so, I can't guarantee whether some more serious problems will occur next." Zuo Si warned half-seriously.

Although so far, the Zhentarim have no intention of helping the Arcane Brotherhood, this does not mean that the other party will not suddenly attack at the last moment.

"for example?"

Xi Manmeng narrowed his eyes and probed.

Zuo Si said in a casual tone: "You should have heard that the orcs in the North are experiencing an unprecedented plague recently, and countless tribes are dying at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just imagine, if a similar situation occurs in Zhentil Keep, what will be the outcome?”

moment!

Xi Manmeng's expression changed.

As a senior leader of the Zhentarim, how could he not know about this terrible plague that was spreading from the Northland to other regions.

Moreover, the plague only infects orcs and does not pose even the slightest threat to other races.

Anyone who is not a fool will understand that this is Zuo Si's revenge for the orcs and their gods who planned to ambush him.

It is precisely because of this that the belief in Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease, began to spread rapidly in many towns and even barbarian tribes in the North.

Even if they originally had their own beliefs, they would build a shrine specifically for Talona and offer sacrifices to the goddess with reverence.

On the one hand, they are grateful to the goddess for driving away the orc group that poses the greatest threat to their survival. On the other hand, they hope that such a disaster will never happen to them.

Of course, Shimamon and the top brass of the Zhentarim obviously don't care much about the expansion of the goddess of poison and disease's influence.

When they were nervous, Zuo Si actually dared to use the plague as a weapon and used it against his enemies unscrupulously. He had no intention of taking the orc gods seriously.

You must know that since the death of Bane, the god of tyranny, there is no powerful god behind Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim.

So they were more afraid of Zuo Si who could use the plague as a weapon than anyone else.

After a long silence, Ximanmeng finally took a deep breath to force himself to stay calm, and said in a slightly lower voice: "We can not intervene in the war between you, Luskan and the Arcane Brotherhood. But there is a prerequisite. , that is, you cannot destroy or interfere with our intelligence collection in the North, let alone cooperate too closely with the Harpers."

"Don't worry, I have no sympathy for those self-righteous and self-motivated guys. In my eyes, there is actually no difference between you. If there is nothing else, please go back, no more than two days at most, Hongpao The wizard’s attacks should stop.”

After saying that, Zuo Si waved his hand to indicate that the other party could get out.

As the power under his command began to expand rapidly, he no longer needed the information provided by the Zhentarim.

Plus this organization will be decimated in the next few years, so it's not worth wasting too much time.

On the contrary, the red-robed wizard, who had remained silent and made no reaction, gave people an unfathomable feeling.

I don’t know what Sazhastan is thinking, but he remains unmoved even when the forces on the west coast are completely controlled by the enemy.

Ximanmeng barely maintained an elegant manner and bowed with one hand on his chest, then used teleportation magic to return to his home lair.

He could feel that every time he met Zuo Si, the other party's power seemed to be growing at a rate that ordinary mages could not imagine.

If this rate continues, perhaps the next time they meet, the two parties will no longer be able to communicate on an equal footing.

Zuo Si didn't care or care about Xi Manmeng's worries at all. Instead, he asked the lich behind him without turning his head: "Is there no response from the red-robed wizard yet?"

Vanessa shook her head slightly: "No. But a guy named Edwin Odyssalon suddenly appeared in the red-robed wizard concession in Ascaltra. He may have some kind of mission, or Or a mission from the top of the red robe wizard."

"Edwin Odyssalon?"

Hearing this extremely familiar name, the image of a arrogant, sinister, vicious-mouthed man who liked to complain instantly came to Zuo Si's mind.

"Yes, that's the name. According to the information obtained from the prophecy magic detection, we can know that he was born in a noble family in Sere. His father is a red-robed wizard who inherited a huge family property, and his uncle is a The governor of the province is quite powerful in Serre. Moreover, he is also the chief disciple of the conjuration faction, and he has quite good spell-casting ability at a young age."

Vanessa told all the information obtained by other members of the organization who were good at prophecy magic.

In his opinion, both Edwin's background and the timing of his appearance proved that he had an important mission on his shoulders.

But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, don't pay attention to this guy, he is not an important role at all."

"Are you sure?"

A look of surprise flashed in Vanessa's eyes.

"Yes, I'm very sure. Instead of focusing on him, it's better to pay more attention to Garnier. If nothing else happens, she should be dying soon, died of an assassination from the red-robed wizard." Zuo Siyi Shen Chang gives his own judgment.

Because from the moment this bald woman was controlled, her fate was already determined.

As an evil, ruthless and ruthless organization of spellcasters, the Red Wizards have always had only one way to deal with traitors, and that is painful and desperate death.

The chiefs don't care if you have any last resort reasons or if you fell under the enemy's charm spell.

As long as there is an actual act of betrayal, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death without even a chance to explain.

And if the circumstances are serious, relatives and the entire family will be implicated.

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Garnier has no use value anymore, so let her be the bait. Besides, there is really no need to pretend to be a Zhentarim member while taking advantage of the chaos, completely Eliminate the stronghold of these red-robed wizards?"

"It depends on the attitude and reaction of the red-robed wizard, and what kind of agreement we will reach. However, the stronghold of Baldur's Gate can be removed first. After all, I promised Habathur Delin that I would help him regain the monopoly of that place. The magic resources in this area." Zuo Si made a decision quickly after thinking for a while.

"Understood. I will inform Habaser Delin and let him prepare."

Attacking a concession or stronghold of a red-robed wizard may be quite difficult for ordinary adventurers and mercenaries.

Because these places are often built into strong and easily defended fortresses.

In addition, there are a large number of magic items, potions, scrolls, wands and other things stored inside, so the numerical advantage is meaningless at all.

But for lichs who also possess powerful magical power, it is not difficult to capture such a fortress. The only thing they need to worry about is the reaction of the red-robed wizards.

Soon, a magic message was sent.

Habaser Delin immediately returned to his shop through teleportation magic.

Returning with him were several other core members of the Tyrantir organization.

Standing next to the window on the second floor, overlooking the red-robed wizard concession in the Hedao Port area, Habaser Delin's eyes flashed with undisguised malice, and he sneered and whispered: "I warned you before that this is my territory. , asked you to be careful. But you did not listen to my advice. Now, prepare to face my wrath."

"When will we take action?" A female lich asked first.

"Eight hours after dark. I need to adjust some memorized spells to ensure that I can break through the enemy's magic defense in the shortest time." Habaser Delin gave the accurate time straightforwardly.

In this way, after a long rest, several lichs finally arrived near the concession of the red-robed wizard under the cover of night.

Since the main sales here are various low-level magic items, there are almost no civilians patronizing it.

Because they simply cannot afford even the cheapest items in the store.

So most of the time, the concession is quite empty and quiet.

Occasionally, mercenaries from Sale can be seen gathering in twos and threes near the bar, drinking drinks, and talking about some of the dangers they encountered during their recent missions.

You must know that the red-robed wizard's stronghold is not only used for business, but also for capturing some children with special talents and abilities, bringing them back for experiments or training them as one of their own.

Many well-known arcane users in Faerûn finally became famous after being hunted by red-robed wizards and unleashed their amazing potential.

The most famous among them is undoubtedly the Cursed Firebringer-Sandra Xisel.

After Habaser Delin roughly confirmed that there were no outsiders inside, he immediately winked at his companion behind him.

Following closely, a lich who was good at evocation magic took two steps forward and began to chant a spell towards the solid fortress.

When the violent fluctuations of the magic network attracted the attention of the red-robed wizard inside, a huge iceberg had already formed in the sky above the head, and then crashed down with the momentum of a mountain bearing down on top.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Violent tremors on the ground and deafening loud noises instantly broke the tranquility of the night.

Nine-ring magic [iceberg impact]!

When dealing with large areas of enemies and solid buildings, this spell is far more effective than [Meteor Explosion].

Looking at the red-robed wizard concession that was completely reduced to ruins, as well as the mercenaries and mages who were killed on the spot before they had time to escape, you can see how terrifying this thing is.

Of course, those lucky ones who activated short-distance teleportation magic and escaped did not fare much better, and were immediately besieged by the lich.

Since the level of the mages stationed in the concession was not very high, they were all slaughtered in three to five times, leaving not even a single person alive.

After all this was done, Habaser Delin swept away the well-preserved magic items and coins in the ruins without hesitation, and then hung the corpses one by one on the top of the ruins to warn all those who tried to challenge themselves about the importance of gambling. The fate of those who control the magical resources of Virtue's Gate.

When the Flame Fist mercenaries arrived, the lichs had already retreated.

Obviously, this incident made the Duke of Silver Shield, who had worked hard to invite the red-robed wizard in, feel cold all over, and his whole body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Although he didn't know who did it, he could also realize that since the other party dared to attack the red-robed wizard's concession, he could also kill him and his family without any effort.

"What should I do? What should I do now?" Anta Silver Shield immediately asked his political allies for help.

Duke Iltan responded with a gloomy face: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Enemies like this are simply beyond what the Flame Fist mercenaries can deal with. I think... we might be able to ask Nelanthel Islands for help. .”

"What? Are you crazy? The reason why we are in this situation today is all thanks to them." Duke Silver Shield roared like crazy.

"But they just want money and they won't kill us. At this point, do you think we have any other choice?"

The veins on Duke Iltan's forehead swelled, and his pupils were filled with anger and violence.

Long-term pressure has inevitably made him become more and more ruthless, and he is extremely fond of the power he holds.

Just when the Duke of Silver Shields was still about to argue, Sarevok finally stood up with his mercenaries belonging to the Iron Throne, and introduced himself with a firm voice: "Why don't you leave this matter to me to investigate and deal with it?" Let’s deal with it. I promise that I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer within a week at most.”

"you?"

Duke Iltan looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the other person was a little different from before.

Especially the breath that was released unintentionally made me feel that there was a strong smell of blood reverberating in the air.

"That's right. I have already obtained my adoptive father's consent and plan to make a name for myself in Baldur's Gate. The two Dukes don't have any good solutions for such a tricky matter anyway, so why don't you leave it to me to try? Let’s give it a try. As for the remuneration and rewards, we’ll talk about it after it’s done.”

Sarevok's tone was filled with strong confidence.

Because not long ago, he had discovered the secret of his life experience, and also found the Temple of Baal located underground in the city of Baldur's Gate.

With the help of mysterious religious rituals, he not only successfully activated the divinity endowed by his biological father in his body, but also tried to strengthen it through various methods.

Feeling the powerful power bred in his body, Sarevok is no longer satisfied with being a thug on the Iron Throne, but longs to inherit Baal's vacant throne and become a god, a god of murder who towers over all living things and mortals. .

To become a god, you first need a believer, a very, very devout and pure believer.

His plan at this stage is very simple, that is, to make a name for himself and get many people to come to him, and then select qualified believers from them.

In this way, the divinity and divine power in the body will continue to increase.

When a certain critical point is reached, a war can be started, and the death and lamentation of countless people can be used as sacrifices to the gods.

In addition, he had read many books about the Year of Turbulence and the Three Gods of Death in Candlekeep, and knew that his father Baal left many brothers and sisters in the mortal world.

As long as these brothers and sisters are killed, the remaining divinity and power in their bodies can be taken away.

Just like the prophecy of the wise Arandu, the descendants of the God of Murder have begun to awaken, and the whole world will fall into turmoil and unrest...