A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

After leaving the demiplane and returning to Candlekeep, it was completely dark.

Zuo Si walked alone on the narrow path back to the hotel.

With the agreement with Ogma, the god of knowledge, he knew that he no longer needed to worry about threats from the "gods".

As for their followers, pastors, and believers, if they don't open their eyes and look for trouble...

Then Zuo Si will soon make them understand how he, the chosen one, can win the favor of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and plague.

Of course, if undead creatures come, the [Day Star] that looks like a decoration on the waist will come in handy.

He really wanted to feel what effect the [War God Possession] card could have in battle with the blessing of many divine spells.

After all, every mage has a dream of close combat, and Zuo Si is no exception.

Just when he was less than forty meters away from the hotel, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing on the roadside.

The other party was none other than Xi Manmeng, Mansong’s most trusted disciple.

This man who always keeps himself elegant at all times has obviously been waiting here for a long time. He put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Good evening, Mr. Soth. If you don't mind, can I delay your time for a few minutes?" "

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Okay. But please hurry up. I'm a little tired today and want to go back and rest early."

"No problem. Actually, what I want to say is, regarding the cooperation mentioned last time. I believe you have heard that with the rise of the Cyric Church, the situation in Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim Order has gradually begun to change. Out of control. Mr. Mansong hopes to join forces with you to clean up a group of annoying little mice. What do you think?"

Xi Manmeng stated his intention straightforwardly.

Because he was afraid of being interrupted again by Elminster who suddenly appeared, he didn't dare to waste time in circles.

"Dealing with members of Cyric Church? You successfully aroused my interest."

Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.

If there was any god of Faerûn he hated most, it was Cyric.

In addition, the two sides had already formed a deadly feud.

So whenever there is an opportunity to hunt down members and followers of Cyric's Church, he will be more than happy to join in.

Seeing that Zuo Si did not refuse, Ximanmeng suddenly showed a faint smile and continued: "The operation is very simple.

I will be responsible for providing you with information, and all you have to do is appear at the designated time and place, and then kill all these unsuspecting idiots.

It doesn't matter whether it's framed against the Harpers or any other organization you can think of.

Because I will personally handle the aftermath and make it an ironclad fact. "

"What about the benefits? What can I get from it?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.

"Information! No matter what you want to know, we will provide the corresponding information in the shortest possible time. Of course, in addition, my teacher Mansong will also provide some additional high-level spell scrolls and magic items."

Xi Manmeng made the conditions straightforwardly.

You must know that in Faerun, a continent where information transmission is very backward, intelligence collection and transmission is not an easy task.

The Zhentarim just happen to have a dark intelligence network with a wide enough coverage.

"Deal. But I want to reserve the final decision on all actions." Zuo Si added another thing.

"Okay. I think we can start talking about detailed plans now. You know, there are quite a few of these nasty rats."

When he said this, Xi Manmeng exuded a cold and vicious aura that was naked and undisguised.

In this way, after the two whispered for a while, Zuo Si got a list and address and returned to the hotel.

On this list are all the secret strongholds of the Zhentarim in Amn, as well as the lists of all those who believe in Cyric.

With it, you can easily catch these mice hiding in the dark and kill them one by one.

In addition, Shimamon also promised to gather as many Cyric believers in Zhentil Castle as possible within a short period of time, and then plan a massacre.

Through this method of internal and external collusion, the latter's delusions of seizing power will be completely destroyed.

But for Zuo Si, this kind of hunting activity is just another way to quickly replenish mana.

After all, since establishing the advanced profession of [Mystic], his need for mana has reached a ravenous level.

He even planned to visit the mage towers of the other seven lichs as soon as he returned and suck up all the energy they had stored in their daily lives.

"Good evening, Mr. Soth. I heard that your words were amazing in today's debate and impressed countless scholars who came from afar."

As soon as Zuo Si walked into the hotel door, he heard a greeting from the boss, Winthrop.

He immediately turned around and responded with a smile: "I'm not convinced, I just came up with some new ideas. By the way, do you have any recommendations for delicious food tonight? You know, I'm so hungry that I can almost eat it." A cow."

"Hahahaha! Of course! Tonight's main course is beef stew with potatoes, garlic roasted chicken and mushroom soup, which is perfect for a gourmet like you." Winthrop recommended with a smile.

This fat man, who weighed more than two hundred kilograms, was very aware of how picky the boy in front of him, who looked to be only about ten years old, was.

In other words, Zuo Si is the most picky person about food he has ever seen in his life, bar none.

So I don’t dare to recommend those “dark dishes” with strange tastes.

"Great. Then give me one..."

Before Zuo Si finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the hand that was reaching for his satchel, and then flicked the owner of the little hand hard on the forehead at lightning speed.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

A girl who looked to be about the same age as him immediately responded and squatted on the ground, covering her head. The area where her forehead was shot was red, and her eyes were filled with tears, showing a wronged expression.

"Your movements are too slow." Zuo Si pursed his lips and said with a smile.

"Hmph! I swear! I will steal something from you." The girl gritted her teeth with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Imoen, how many times have I told you not to steal customers' things in the store?" Winthrop yelled angrily.

The girl known as Imoen rubbed her red and swollen forehead, stood up immediately and retorted: "What the hell! This is just a little game between me and Soth, but he acquiesced."

"You little bastard! Why don't you learn well! I have to show you some colors today!"

Winthrop grabbed a small stick and rushed out of the bar.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten, Imoen immediately made a face and ran away without saying a word.

The two of them chased and escaped, putting on a good show for the guests who were eating and drinking in the hall.

Especially those who have lived in Candlekeep for a long time are already used to this kind of scene, and they all clapped their hands and applauded.

Some people even made bets on whether the fat Winthrop could catch the nimble little Imoone before his strength ran out.

"It's a heartwarming scene, isn't it?"

Elminster, who was sitting in the corner with a pipe in his mouth, suddenly smiled and asked.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's very warm. But it's hard to say how long this warmth will last. After all, the fate of the sons of Baal is so rough and full of darkness and blood. You should know this best. right."

"Do you know the Son of Baal?" Elminster raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Of course. Imoen, Aberdare, Sarevok, there are three sons of Baal in Candlekeep right now. To be honest, little Imoen has an innocent character and always likes to be naughty. It’s hard for me to imagine what will happen to a girl who makes trouble for herself after awakening the bloodline of the God of Killing."

"More than three, you also missed yourself. To a certain extent, your body also flows with the power of Baal, the God of Slaughter, so you can also be regarded as a son of Baal." Elminster said slowly. Xu exhaled a wisp of white smoke from his mouth and added.

"No, you are wrong. I am not the son of Baal. This remaining divine power will disappear completely in a short time." Zuo Si retorted calmly.

It is now at least nine years before "Wise Man" Arando predicted that the Sons of Baal would cause turmoil.

If, as a planeswalker, he couldn't handle the two divine powers in his body after such a long time, he could just die.

What's more, Melissa, the final boss of the Sons of Baal incident, was only a divine creature until the end, not a true god.

Elminster stared into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to discern whether this was a bluff or a calculated decision.

After a full minute, he took out a notebook from his arms and threw it on the table, saying in a rather helpless tone: "Here, take it. This is all about the research on silver fire. Although I don't I don’t want to give it to you, but this is the goddess’s will and I can’t go against it.”

"Oh? Has the newly appointed third-generation magic goddess begun to be gradually assimilated into the priesthood?"

Zuo Si asked curiously, picking up the note and reading the contents inside.

"There is a price to pay for gaining any power, and gods are no exception. Moreover, the God of Magic is inherently irresistible to anything related to magic, even if these magics are evil and extremely destructive."

Speaking of this, Elminster sighed helplessly.

Because during the turbulent years, he once sealed the power and priesthood of the dead magic goddess in his body, and he knew very well how strong that instinctive desire was.

And as the mortal part of Mage Midnight gradually disappears, the third generation of Magic Goddess has begun to become more and more like a real god, and is even considering seizing control of the "Shadow Magic Network" from the Dark Goddess Shar, and will It is integrated with the existing magic network.

Even if the cost is to completely sacrifice his remaining humanity and kindness and become a neutral, cold and ruthless god of magic.

It took Zuo Si about ten minutes to quickly read through all of Elminster's research on Silver Fire. He took out a card, sandwiched it in his notes and returned it intact.

"We are now clear. In addition, if it is convenient, please send a message to the Harper leaders and tell them that my patience has limits. If another Harper Alliance spy appears next to me, I will Kill them mercilessly, and then find all the secret strongholds of the Harper Alliance in Amn and kill them all."

While saying this, Zuo Si turned around and stared at the young woman dressed as a bard a few meters away.

The murderous intent revealed in his eyes instantly made this guy who was playing the piano and singing one second, freeze in place as if he had been hit by a restraining spell, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body.

You know without asking that the [Eye of Knowledge] given by Ogma played a key role.

By identifying the other party’s clothing, appearance, and the musical instruments and weapons they carry.

It was easy to analyze that the woman who suddenly appeared in the hotel in the past two days was a spy sent by the Harper Alliance.

Just when Elminster wanted to say something, Zuo Si spit out one word from his mouth without hesitation: "Get out!"

moment!

The woman was so frightened that she didn't even dare to stay for a second. She picked up all her belongings and rushed out of the hotel, disappearing into the night.

Even with the first chosen one of the Goddess of Magic present, she still clearly felt the threat of death.

What's more, the act of sending spies this time was originally a private act of one of the factions, and Elminster himself had no knowledge of it.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si's sudden attack and the bard's escape caused some commotion in the hotel.

But after a while, he quickly regained his composure.

"You hate the Harpers?"

Elminster was obviously not affected in any way. Instead, he took out the card from the note and took it in his hand to look at it carefully.

"In my opinion, there is no fundamental difference between the Harpers and the Zhentarim.

No, maybe even more disgusting.

Because excluding those who are followers of Cyric, the remaining members of the Zhentarim at least have a clear goal and are acting in their own interests.

But the Harpers are a bunch of psychos who think they are doing justice, but are actually pursuing cheap and disgusting self-impressions.

Many members of the Harper Alliance feel that they are fighting evil, but they do not know that while fighting evil, they themselves have become a part of evil.

Steal, assassinate, poison, deceive, sabotage...

See what they're doing, is it any different from the Zhentarim?

Or is it okay to do whatever it takes as long as you think it's for a good purpose?

I don't deny that Harpers have done many good things, but that doesn't mean that they can be a reason for them to trample rules and laws and pry into other people's privacy. "

Zuo Si did not hide anything and directly expressed his disgust for the Harper Alliance.

If the followers of Cyric are compared to the lunatics and lunatics of the evil camp, then the Harpers are the lunatics and lunatics of the good camp.

Due to the decentralized and loose management method, they often act without permission from their superiors just because they think it is "right" to do so, causing a lot of trouble and damage.

This is why most countries and cities adopt the same attitude towards the Harpers and the Zhentarim.

After hearing this sharp accusation, Elminster, instead of being angry, showed a wry smile: "It seems that you have misunderstood the Harpers. At least as far as I know, they are not as bad as you described. .”

"No, this is not a misunderstanding, but they have violated my bottom line. Finally, before leaving, I declare once again that I have no interest in your so-called battles between good and evil, so don't bother me. If One day I stood on the opposite side of the Harper Alliance, and you must have forced me to do so."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the reaction of the Magic Goddess's first chosen one, stood up and walked towards the guest room upstairs.

After all, what needs to be said has been said, and now it depends on whether Elminster can restrain the senior Harpers who are ready to make a move.

If not, then he would first unplug the stronghold in the Ascaltra dock area as a warning.

As soon as she returned to the room, Isadora, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately put down the book in her hand, opened her arms and rushed towards Zuo Si, constantly smelling the scent of the latter, with unparalleled happiness and satisfaction on her face.

After about half a minute, she reluctantly let go, her whole body trembling uncontrollably due to excessive excitement and excitement.

Zuo Si gently stroked the girl's soft golden hair and asked with a smile: "How was your day?"

"Not bad. I read some books on magic as you requested, and I can roughly perceive the magic network in the surrounding environment. But I haven't been able to release any magic yet." Isadora quickly replied .

"Don't worry. The most taboo thing in learning magic is impatience. And in the process of learning magic, don't neglect to exercise your spiritual strength." Zuo Si warned seriously.

It was obvious that he was trying to get this little guy to learn arcane and psionics at the same time.

Anyway, as a native of Faerûn, Isadora does not need to accumulate so-called "experience points" like in the game, and there is no "experience penalty".

In addition, the main attribute of the Psion is intelligence, just like the Mage. If you don't make good use of it, wouldn't it be a waste of this innate and powerful talent?

You must know that a girl who can awaken her spiritual talent at the age of six may have a higher level of intelligence than most people imagine.

This can be seen from the previous civil strife in the Bernard family. Isadora was able to effortlessly kill her father, who had been planning for a long time, and even turned him into a puppet under her control.

"Well! I won't let you down." The girl promised solemnly.

She is smart and knows very well that the reason why she was accepted by Zuo Si is because of her talent that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve and her rare psychic abilities.

If these talents cannot be transformed into strength, then sooner or later the relationship between the two will become estranged or even alien.

This was almost unacceptable to a little girl who had lived with extreme loneliness and fear since she was six years old.

She finally found someone of the same kind who could make her feel at ease, comfortable, and have a strong sense of attachment, so she would rather die than be abandoned one day.

In this way, the two discussed some topics about magic in an extremely intimate manner, and then began to eat dinner personally served by the innkeeper Winthrop.

Of course, Zuo Si didn't forget to take the opportunity to tease little Imoen, who was covering his butt and obviously being beaten.

The latter angrily swore that he would steal something from Zuo Si as revenge before he left Candlekeep.

I have to say that although I did not see Gillian and Aberdare during this trip to Candlekeep, the fun and interesting Imoen completely made up for the regret.

But Zuo Si didn't know that the reason why he didn't see Aberdare was entirely because of some people's deliberate arrangements.

At this moment, in the room on the fourth floor of the central castle, Gillian had just put his adopted son to sleep. He was standing alone on the balcony, blowing the refreshing sea breeze, and looking down at the entire Candlekeep.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the powerful old mage began to feel the cold, he suddenly asked without looking back: "Jahila, are you sure that the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease is targeting Ah?" Is Bodell here?”

"No, I can't be sure. But I can assure you that Soth has divine power extracted from the heart of Baal, the god of murder. This means that he may be involved in the plot of Baal's son in Arando's prophecy. Dissension." Jaheira slowly emerged from the dark shadows.

"Is it another extremely threatening factor of instability..."

When Gillian heard this, his eyes immediately became alert.

To be precise, he had been nervous and uneasy since he adopted the son of Baal.

Because the value of the Son of God is self-evident to those evil organizations and forces.

What's more, the remaining churches and believers of Baal are also searching for the whereabouts of the Son of God, trying to bring him back for sacrifice so that the dead god can be resurrected.

Among them, Talona, ​​who was once the god of Baal, is undoubtedly one of the objects that needs to be guarded against.

Jaheira noticed the reaction of her old friend and immediately suggested: "Elminster is also in Candlekeep right now. Maybe you can talk to him."

"Elminster?" Gillian immediately shook his head. "No! He has always been very cautious in his attitude towards the Son of Baal. He even thinks that I will die in the hands of the Son of Baal one day. So I don't trust him."

"Then what are you going to do next?" Jaheira asked with great concern.

"I don't know. Maybe I will take Aberdare away from Candlekeep for a while to avoid the limelight. Waterdeep may be a good choice."

Gillian expressed his thoughts in an uncertain tone.

"In that case, then Khalid and I will go with you. Anyway, we don't have any special missions recently, so we just take it as a relaxing trip." After saying that, Jaheira turned around and glanced at the sleeping girl son of Baal.

But Gillian refused without hesitation: "No need. The road from Candlekeep to Baldur's Gate is not that far. By then, we should buy two tickets and take the sea route to reach Waterdeep City soon. And you are here It's easy for the Harpers to be targeted by the Zhentarim, but it would be safer for me to do it alone."

"Okay, then I wish you a safe journey."

After that, Jaheira disappeared into the darkness again without a trace.

…

At the same time, in the sewers far away from Askatrawakin Mall, Irenekas was meeting a woman in his secret base.

"Are you the person sent by the Emerald Society to contact me?"

Erinikas narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the human mage with long dark red hair.

Unlike those previous contacts, he could clearly feel the astonishing magical energy flowing in the other party's body, and understood that this was a seventeenth-level mage who could cast at least nine-ring spells.

"Hello, Your Excellency Irenekas. My name is Lei Yin, and I am very honored to cooperate with a great mage like you." The woman put one hand on her chest and performed a standard mage salute.

Since the neckline of the mage's robe is very low, when bending down, you can clearly see the "majestic" scenery inside.

But it's a pity that Irenekas has already made countless clones of Elf Queen Elixin in the secret base, and even raised three tree spirits near his bedroom as a tool to vent his desires, so he can't even look at it. The body of a human woman, full of imperfections and imperfections, asked directly: "What happened to the thing I entrusted you to do last time?"

"I'm sorry, we failed. The electorate of Talona was much stronger than expected. Even though the organization dispatched two white dragons, a centipede demon insect, and several ice trolls and winter wolves, there was still no temptation. Show the opponent's trump card. But one thing can be confirmed, that is, he has an army of shadows on standby at any time."

Lei Yin calmly told the story of the failure of the Emerald Society's senior officials to ambush Zuo Si.

As the most outstanding disciple of Shangla, the Lord of Talisman, she has very rich undercover experience and knows how to provoke the conflict between the two parties to the maximum extent, and then quietly achieve her ulterior purpose.

"Failed?" Irenicas pursed his lips and revealed a sarcastic smile. "I remember when you were bragging about yourselves, you said that the Emerald Society was as powerful as the Masked Mage."

Lei Yin shrugged her shoulders innocently: "That's what they are bragging about and has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for delivering the news. In addition, they also asked me to inform you that if you still don't give up on that voter, you must personally Join the ambush."

"Humph! What a bunch of losers, aren't they?" Irenekas sneered and mocked.

"I completely agree. In fact, I have a better idea. I wonder if you are interested in hearing it." Reine proposed with a smile.

"oh--"

Irenekas seemed to have noticed something, and deliberately made a long note, then raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

After receiving permission, Lei Yin immediately revealed all the plans she had prepared in advance.

Her idea is simple and not difficult to implement.

That is to let Irenekas pretend to cooperate with the top leaders of the Emerald Society and find ways to get the latter to launch a second attack.

In this way, Lei Yin can go to Zuo Si in advance and establish a cooperative relationship with him by betraying the top leaders of the Jade Society.

After becoming the leader of the Emerald Society, he can then connect others through a cooperative relationship, and finally allow Irenicas to get what he wants.

Of course, in addition to this, she also has to complete the tasks assigned by Shangla, the Lord of Symbols.

I have to say that the plan proposed by Lei Yin is indeed quite tempting.

At least from the perspective of Irenicas, who dared not directly face the wrath of a god, this was his only chance to understand the power of the god.

So after thinking about it for a moment, he quickly agreed to cooperate.

As for the top brass who betrayed the Emerald Society.

Sorry, Irenikas never regarded those fools as allies, but as tools that could be used.

Now that there are better choices, who cares about the life and death of a group of mere tool men?

After Lei Yin turned around and left the sewer, Badi, who had been hiding in the dark, finally walked out slowly and asked meaningfully: "Do you believe her?"

"It doesn't matter whether you trust her or not. In my eyes, there is no difference between her and the top leaders of the Emerald Society. They are both tools that can be used, nothing more. By the way, how many descendants have you developed now?" Irenekas suddenly turned around. asked.

"About forty or so. What's wrong? Do you want to use them?" Badi quickly gave an exact number.

In order to prevent being discovered by the Shadow Thief, the Temple of the Good God, and the Knights of the Hot Heart, she is often very careful when transforming new vampires and spawns, and most of the time she still hides in the maze-like tunnels underground in the cemetery area. There has been no attempt to infiltrate the wealthy businessmen and nobles for the time being.

"Let all these vampires participate in the next attack launched by the Emerald Society." Irenekas gave the order straightforwardly.

"You mean... you cooperated with that woman openly, and then secretly still tried to capture the chosen one of the goddess of poison and disease?"

Badi's eyes shone slightly, and he instantly understood what his brother wanted to do.

Irenekas replied with a cold expression: "That's right! Forty vampires, plus several high-level mages, as well as a large number of monsters and low-level undead as cannon fodder. It takes a lot of effort even for me to deal with it myself. . If that elector can successfully pass this test, I will treat him as an equal to trade. If not, then come and be my prisoner and guinea pig."

"I understand, I'll make arrangements right away."

Badi licked her seductive red lips and quickly transformed into a bat and disappeared into the dark sewer.

…

While the drama of conspiracy and betrayal was brewing in the capital of Amn, Askatra, a long-planned rebellion was also taking place in the Nelanthel Islands far away in the middle of the sea.

The person who started the rebellion was none other than Eric, one of the most trusted men of Captain "Bloody Hand", who was once personally appointed to be responsible for raising the ransom.

As for the target of the rebellion, it was naturally Hallet himself.

In fact, the conflict between the two started when the entire pirate gang returned to the sea after the ransom was paid.

Due to Mook's rebellion, Hallett lost almost all his savings. Therefore, when he returned to his old business, he not only became extremely greedy and deliberately found excuses to deprive his subordinates of their profit sharing, but also behaved badly to everyone. Strong distrust.

You must know that one of the biggest reasons why the name Captain "Bloody Hand" has such high appeal is that the crew can obtain wealth far beyond that of their peers.

But now, Hallet has smashed his own sign with his own hands, and has also lost his original self-confidence.

In the end, the contradictions accumulated and deepened, until one day everyone felt that they could not bear it anymore and began to secretly recommend Eric as the new captain and launch a rebellion.

Looking at the beach littered with corpses and the seriously injured Hallett half-kneeling on the ground, Eric, who had short brown hair and a beard, took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression: "Surrender, Captain. This is This is the last time I call you captain. I promise that as long as you lay down your arms and surrender, I will allow you to return to the shore with a small boat and two thousand gold coins to retire."

"Bah! You want me to lay down my arms and surrender? Dream on!"

Hallet sneered and spat bloody spit.

Because he knew very well that rebellions within pirates had never ended peacefully.

Whether it is the person who started the rebellion or the person who suppressed the rebellion, they will kill each other without mercy.

"Alas - in that case, then I have no choice but to send you to hell."

Eric sighed slightly and immediately activated the magic necklace around his neck.

Before the other party could react to what was happening, a fireball shot out from the gem under the necklace, and then blew up all the diehards, including Hallett, into the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The sky-high firelight and heat wave swept everything within a few meters.

No one thought that this tall and round warrior actually hid a magic item that could release the three-ring [Fireball Technique].

When the scorching magical flames disappeared, the famous Captain "Bloody Hand" had turned into a charred corpse and completely became history.

When the other pirates saw this scene, they immediately raised their blood-stained weapons and cheered loudly.

"We win! We win!"

"Hallett is dead! Eric is our captain from now on!"

"Long live the great Captain Eric!"

All of a sudden, all kinds of roars and wild laughter could be heard.

Because the name "Captain Bloody Hand" is so scary, many pirates who participated in the rebellion believed that their chances of success were very low, and 80% of them would be brutally suppressed.

But now, the fear that was bottled up in my heart could finally be let out.

However, Eric did not join the pirates' carnival. Instead, he walked straight to Hallet's body, cut off his head with the scimitar in his hand, and quickly walked into the bushes not far away.

When he saw the familiar figure, he immediately knelt down on one knee and respectfully presented the head with both hands.

"Master, I successfully killed Hallett according to your instructions. Now that I am the new captain of this pirate fleet, I ask for your instructions on what to do next."

"Next step? The next step is, of course, to wage war on all the pirates in the entire Nelanthal Islands. Tell them to surrender or die. There is no other way."

Accompanied by a low and hoarse voice, the man, whose whole body was shrouded in a wide robe, slowly took off his hood, revealing an old face.

He is none other than Vanessa, who proposed the "sea power theory" in the organization's internal meeting not long ago.

You don't need to ask to know that this rebellion against Hallet was actually his handiwork.

"But... with just the people we have now, it is impossible to defeat so many pirates. Once they unite, even Amn's navy will have to worry about three points." Eric said with a troubled face.

But Vanessa responded indifferently: "Don't worry. I will send a group of apprentices who can cast the three-ring fireball technique in a few days. With them, those ordinary pirate ships are as vulnerable as moving targets. And don’t bury the bodies of the dead pirates, I will turn them all into undead creatures later and give them to you to control.”

"Undead? Mage?!"

Eric suddenly became excited.

Because in the current naval battles in Faerûn, long-range attacks basically rely on slings, ballistas, crossbows and traditional bows and arrows, and the hit rate is quite impressive.

Therefore, most of the time, the pirates don't even bother to put in the effort, and instead simply rely on them to engage in jump gangs and boarding battles.

If someone's ship has a mage who can cast fireball, it is equivalent to evolving from the Middle Ages to the Age of Discovery. It can directly deliver a fatal blow to the opponent from a hundred or two hundred meters away.

Moreover, the mage uses mental power to lock and aim, and the hit rate is many times higher than that of the original artillery.

It doesn't take much, as long as there are two or three such mages, coupled with a fireball wand or a few scrolls, Eric is confident that he will defeat his colleagues.

What's more, there are a large group of undead who have no fear and obey orders.

"That's right. These apprentices will not only help you defeat those pirates, but also help you build a city or even a country on this island. As long as you perform well and are loyal enough, I will consider making you a king or lord. But remember, if you dare to have any other thoughts, Hallett's fate will serve as a warning to others."

When saying these words, Vanessa's tone was full of warning.

Since he has lived in Zazesibo, which is very close to the Racing Strait and Nelanthel Islands, he is very aware of the chaotic nature of pirates.

If it weren't for the fact that Wilmes and the strange object were temporarily unable to get away from each other, the new lich would even want to directly brain-modify the guy in front of him, turning him into an obedient slave forever.

Eric lowered his head deeply and said in the most humble tone: "Don't worry, I am not stupid enough to dare to betray a powerful spellcaster like you. That is no different from asking for death. I am not Hallet, nor have I He is so arrogant and arrogant. I have always been very clear about my own weight, and I have no ambitions. I just hope that I can have a family and live peacefully until I die."

"It is important for a person to be self-aware. I am very happy that you are such a person. Well, now go and accept the legacy left by Hallet. Try to integrate them as soon as possible, and then launch a battle to unify the Nelanthel Islands."

After saying this, Vanessa opened a portal directly to return to the mage tower built by Zuo Si in Askatra.

He planned to use the waste and take Hallet's head to the Amn government in exchange for a valuable bounty.

After watching the Lich leave, Eric quickly got up from the ground, his eyes flashing with strange light, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "Build a city and country on the Nelanthel Islands?

It seems that I made the right bet this time.

Dear Captain Bloodhand, thank you for providing me with an opportunity, a chance to change my destiny.

When I become a lord or even a king, I will definitely repay you well.

For example, marry your beautiful daughter who is secretly hidden as your wife, and then taste her mother who is still charming.

Don’t worry, when my son is born, I will definitely name him Harlet.

I will tell him your legendary story, let him admire you from the bottom of his heart, and then inherit everything from you..."

After saying these heart-wrenching remarks, Eric quickly returned to his usual loyal and generous appearance and returned to mingle with everyone among the carnival pirates.

He didn't notice at all that a soul that could not be seen by the naked eye was floating in the sky above Hallett's headless body at this moment, exuding a strong resentment that could not be described in words.

This kind of resentment prevents the soul from going to the world of the dead at all, but stays in place and frantically absorbs the negative energy gathered from the blood and dead bodies around it.

revenge!

This is the last obsession of Hallett's soul.

Especially when I heard Eric extending his sinful hands to his daughter and mistress, the unforgettable hatred instantly broke through the sky, making it inevitably transform into a ghost and a resentful spirit.

Not only that, he also plunged into the sea water, integrated with the sunken battleship at the bottom of the sea, restrained all the souls in the cabin that had not yet gone to the world of the dead, and then used his strong negative emotions to infect and assimilate them.

Suddenly, the entire seabed was shrouded in eerie darkness...