A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

When the giant flail snail carcass was dragged to the open space, a guy dressed as a businessman immediately came forward and asked: "How much does the shell of this flail snail cost?"

"Fifteen thousand gold coins!"

The leader of the dwarf was obviously very aware of how rare and precious his trophies were, and he opened his mouth unceremoniously.

After all, in this world, the value of anything that has anything to do with magic will skyrocket in an extremely outrageous way.

Not to mention that the shell of the flail snail was originally used to make a variety of rare materials that can rebound magic weapons and armor.

Even if it is grinding powder, there will be many mages willing to pay a high price to buy it, either as a casting material, or to enchant robes or cloaks.

When the merchant heard such an outrageous price, his voice suddenly rose an octave, and he screamed in an angry tone: "Fifteen thousand gold coins? Are you crazy because of poverty? A complete flail snail shell in Waterdeep only costs five thousand." gold!"

"Hmph! Can the small flail snail in Waterdeep City compare with the one we successfully hunted? Look at the size of the shell! Ours is at least five times bigger than the one sold in Waterdeep City. And no matter it is The brightness of the colors and the strength of the innate anti-magic properties are countless times stronger."

The dwarf was obviously not a vegetarian. When he opened his mouth, he tried his best to emphasize that the flail snail shells he hunted were of higher quality.

Unlike most traditional dwarves who are stereotyped as stubborn, reckless, brave and trustworthy, dwarves who leave their hometown are usually greedy and cunning, and are very interested in money and wealth.

Therefore, dwarf adventurers are often more difficult to deal with than adventurers of dwarfs, halflings, humans, elves, half-elves, and half-orcs.

Once they determine the value of a piece of loot, they will never accept any form of bargaining.

Obviously, if you spend fifteen thousand gold coins to buy this large flail snail shell, you may not be able to make a high profit even if you transport it to Waterdeep City.

Therefore, a large part of the businessmen who were eager to give it a try immediately lost interest.

After all, it would take at least several days to walk from Dragonspear Castle to Waterdeep.

Along the way, you not only have to pass through the misty forest where orc raiding teams often appear, but you may also receive a "warm welcome" from the lizardmen from the swamp near Dagger Beach.

If you don't do it right, you might even lose your life.

When there is no way to ensure that the acquired items will make a huge profit, a shrewd businessman will not make a purchase casually.

Seeing the merchants leaving one after another, the dwarf teammates were obviously a little panicked.

They still hope that this thing will sell for a high price and then live a happy life for a while.

Finally, a man in his thirties finally came closer and lowered his voice to remind: "Blotto, did you ask for too high a price just now? Maybe you should lower it a little."

"No! No! The more you can't lower the price at this time! Don't you see it? Those damn profiteers are trying to use this method to lower the price. Believe me! They will spend 15,000 gold coins to buy the flail. A snail's shell," the dwarf known as Broto promised.

"But what if we can't sell it? Do we have to transport such a big shell back to Waterdeep City? Even if we transport it back, we have no sales channel. What's more, we overturned the entire hotel in Waterdeep City last time, and it is estimated that by now Still wanted.”

Another female dwarf next to her asked, rolling her eyes angrily.

As we all know, adventurers are bound to cause trouble no matter where they go, and drinking and fighting are commonplace.

More than half of them have been in prison, and the other half will achieve this "achievement" in the near future.

In order to avoid jail time and fines, many people often choose to escape before the guards arrive to arrest them after committing a crime.

And escaping means being wanted or having a reward on your head.

Obviously, this adventurous team caused trouble and escaped in Waterdeep City, and then got on the wanted list.

At least for a few years before the wanted order is lifted, you must not go close to Waterdeep City's sphere of influence, otherwise you will not only have to pay a large fine, but you will also have to stay in jail for at least half a year.

After being repeatedly questioned by his teammates, the dwarf Broto became obviously a little irritable.

Just as he was about to roar, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Fifteen thousand gold coins, I want this flail snail shell."

This sound, like the sound of nature, instantly silenced the entire bickering adventure team.

The female dwarf and the human man subconsciously opened their mouths, as if they couldn't believe that anyone would accept such a lion's asking price.

When the dwarf Broto came to his senses, his old face suddenly smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. He quickly turned around and laughed in a very philistine tone and said: "Hahahaha! Finally I met someone who knows the goods. I will I know that in addition to those profiteers who deliberately want to lower the price, there will definitely be buyers who are truly discerning.”

"It's not necessarily a matter of discernment, but the shell of this flail snail is worth fifteen thousand gold coins." Zuo Si responded calmly.

With the [Eye of Knowledge] and the powerful ability of the creative profession to identify various materials, he was basically certain that this dead magical creature must have lived for a long time and had eaten quite a lot of minerals and gems.

Therefore, the strength of the shell's anti-magic force field even reached almost fifty percent.

In other words, if the armor and weapons made of this thing have the ability to completely reflect the enemy's magic back.

Among them, the famous "Mirror Cloak" that can reflect all magic damage is one of its main materials made from the powder ground into the shell of this top-grade flail snail.

For spellcasters who know how to make magic items and equipment, it is equivalent to a priceless treasure.

And such a big piece can be used at least twenty times.

Even the lowest-level creations will not be sold for less than thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins.

So in Zuo Si's eyes, he would buy it without hesitation even if it was 50,000 gold coins, let alone 15,000 gold coins.

This is completely different from the fact that after businessmen acquire it, they must resell it again.

They have no idea how much value a top-notch and complete flail snail shell can create in the hands of a true master of alchemy and magic creation.

Basically, whatever price the latter offers, the merchant can only sell at this price.

After all, the scarcity of magic itself determines that the number of customers who have the ability and willingness to purchase such things must be very small.

Although occasionally there are "taken advantage of" such as nobles and wealthy businessmen, who may buy one and take it back as a decoration.

But their wealth is not at the same level as those of high-level spellcasters.

As a senior adventurer, Broto has dealt with mages more than once, so even when he saw a boy like Zuo Si who looked only about ten years old, he did not make a fuss. Instead, he asked very simply: " Do you plan to pay with gold coins or a money order? Let me state in advance that if it is the latter, we will only accept money orders issued by the Temple of the Goddess of Wealth, the Merchant Alliance, and the Seven Suns Chamber of Commerce."

"Don't worry, I'll pay with gold coins. But I don't have enough gold coins on hand. I wonder if you accept payment with magic items, potions and scrolls?" Zuo Si suggested.

After the "big coin spree" in Candlekeep, he really didn't have much cash left. It was really difficult to take out ten thousand and five gold coins at once.

"Magic item? What kind of magic item is it?"

The dwarf frowned subconsciously and was obviously unhappy, but in the end he did not refuse directly.

In any case, magic items, like gems, are the "hard currency" of Faerûn. Not only are their prices guaranteed, but they can be sold and exchanged for money anywhere.

Without saying a word, Zuo Si took out a short wooden staff from his bag and handed it to the other party: "A [Wand for Treating Minor Injuries], which stores fifty rounds of magic. I think it can offset at least three thousand gold coins."

"Macaros! Come here and confirm whether this thing really stores fifty rounds to treat minor injuries."

Brotto turned around and shouted at a young man wearing the holy symbol of Suna, the God of Love and Beauty.

The latter immediately ran forward quickly, took the wand and felt the energy inside, and nodded quickly: "That's right! There are fifty rounds to treat minor injuries. It's a very good thing. You must know that you have the ability and willingness to make it. There are not many priests and druids with magic wands.”

"Damn it! You don't need to remind me of this, get out of here." The dwarf cursed impatiently.

But soon, he stopped paying attention to the teammates who made him feel upset, and said to Zuo Si: "The [Wand of Healing Minor Injuries] is discounted at three thousand gold coins, I accept it."

Obviously, something with healing capabilities like this is a pretty good choice whether it is for the adventure team's own use or for sale in any market.

After all, no one would refuse to have a good thing on hand that can save their lives at critical moments.

After the first trial, Zuo Si almost understood what kind of magical misunderstanding the cunning dwarf in front of him would accept, so he took out a beautifully shaped magic ring like flowing mercury from his pocket, and gently placed it on the other side's overgrown Calloused palms.

"What's this?"

There was a flash of caution in Brotto's eyes.

Because none of the magic rings can be called "cheap" at all, and they can easily cost tens of thousands of gold coins.

He didn't want the team to not only lose a penny of income after selling the flail snail shell, but also to pay back the money.

“A true invisibility ring.

It allows the wearer to cast [Invisibility Spell] once a day, and as long as he does not attack or take it off, he can remain invisible forever.

In Amn, the assassin masters of the Shadow Thief were willing to pay a high price of 20,000 gold coins for such a ring.

Now, I just want to use it to offset the remaining payment.

If you don't need this ring, you only need to go to a big city and sell it, and you can make a net profit of almost 8,000 gold coins.

And it's not as heavy, huge and inconvenient to transport as the flail snail's shell.

What's your answer? "

Zuo Si's tone was full of temptation and incitement.

Although the market price of the invisible ring is 20,000 gold coins, with the special ability of the creator, one can be made with less than 2,000 gold coins in materials.

So when making transactions, he prefers to pay with magic items if he can.

When he heard that the gadget in his palm was the famous invisible ring, Brotto's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Without even a second's hesitation, he immediately put it on his thick fingers, and then completed the triggering gesture with a very clumsy movement.

The next second...

The heavily armored dwarf disappeared in full view of everyone.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to cancel his invisibility and reappear in sight, and said with an ecstatic expression: "Deal! Now, the face, shell and body of this flail snail are yours."

"Wise choice. If you don't mind, can you tell me where you hunted this big guy?" Zuo Si asked with interest.

"The abandoned tunnel leading to the Underdark near the west side of the castle. There are giant spiders everywhere, and there are also Terrorclaws hiding in the dark to launch sneak attacks. To be honest, if it weren't for this good luck, the income would not be as good as Hunting devils on the other side," Broto replied quietly.

Because he felt that Zuo Si and his party didn't look like adventurers who came to "gold dig" at all, so it didn't have a direct conflict of interest with him and it didn't matter if they revealed some secrets under the castle.

If an adventurer asks, this insidious and cunning dwarf will not only not tell the other person the true situation, but will also deliberately spread false news and use him as cannon fodder to explore unknown areas where there are many and ferocious monsters.

selfishness!

play hard!

This is what most adventurers are really like.

They are just like the players in the game. They will often kill and steal without asking the reason for a piece of powerful magic equipment or a valuable trophy.

After watching the adventuring team enter a tavern not far away, Davian pointed to the huge flail snail placed in the open space and asked: "Master, the dimensional bag we are carrying cannot hold such a big thing. What are you going to do? Pack it up and take it away?”

"It's very simple! First remove the useless muscles, and then use the three-ring [Shrinking Technique] to shrink it to one-sixteenth of its original size. It should be able to be put into the dimensional bag."

After that, Zuo Si went directly to the hotel next door and negotiated with the boss.

After a while, the chef came out of the shop with his helpers and apprentices, waving a kitchen knife to cut the huge soft body of the flail snail into small pieces, and then put it into a bucket or basin and took it away.

You don't need to ask to know that they plan to make this thing into a meat dish and sell it to adventurers and merchants at a cheap price.

Zuo Si has tested it and found that the meat is not poisonous and can be used as food.

But what he didn't tell the other party was that the flail snail was technically half an earth elemental creature. The food it usually ate was all kinds of stones, sand, soil, ores, gems, crystals and other inorganic substances, so its meat had a different texture and taste. I'm afraid it won't be too good.

Anyway, Zuo Si, who is deeply "poisoned" by dark cuisine, will definitely not touch the dishes made from this stuff.

After all the flesh was cut off, only a huge shell with a colorful glow remaining in the open space.

Zuo Si avoided the places on the surface of the shell that could strongly rebound magic, and found a relatively weak place from the inside. He used four [Shrinking Objects] magic cards in one go, and finally succeeded in turning it into one-sixteenth of its original size. A large one was successfully stuffed into an empty dimensional bag.

It has to be said that the effect of the top-level flail snail shell on magic rebound is indeed quite terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that [Shrinking Objects] can only have an effect on objects, the magic that bounced back would have been enough to turn Zuo Si into a little thing like "Thumbelina".

After doing all this, he turned his attention to the carriages of different sizes.

Unfortunately, I searched the entire Dragonspear Castle and couldn't find a suitable one.

In desperation, Zuo Si could only buy some iron ingots, copper ingots, leather, wood, gum, cloth and other materials necessary for building a carriage at the grocery store, and then, under the dumbfounded gaze of the grocery store owner, he could shape the various materials as he pleased. into the required shape and material.

In about two hours, a carriage whose main structure is composed of a steel frame and wood, with an outer skin and fixed with copper rivets, which is strong enough to accommodate at least eight people and can even sleep inside, was assembled from scratch. .

The car windows are also inlaid with large pieces of transparent crystals formed from flail snail bodily fluids, so you can clearly see the situation from the inside.

Since the [Feather Fall Technique] is constant under the carriage, no matter how uneven the road surface is, the carriage will be as light as a feather when it falls.

This means that it will never bump up and down like an ordinary carriage.

Just install a few springs at the four corners of the top frame to solve the problem of sudden bounce, and a magic shock absorber comparable to modern high-tech is done.

Finally, simply apply a layer of black paint and it's completely finished.

"Looks pretty good, right?"

Zuo Si looked at his work with interest and asked without looking back.

Davian smiled and nodded: "Of course! I think the shocked expression on the grocery store owner's face just now can answer this question very well."

"Hahahaha. Before he left, that man asked me if I was a chosen one of Gond, the god of craftsmanship and craftsmanship." Zuo Si laughed happily.

In Faerûn, if there is any god who truly masters the ministry of science to a certain extent, it must be Gond, the god of craftsmanship and craftsmanship.

He is known as the "God of Craftsmanship", "The God of Inspiration" and "The Creator of All Things". He is widely worshiped by blacksmiths, stonemasons, architects, engineers, inventors and craftsmen.

Gond encouraged all his followers to invent and create things that would change the world.

In the "Temple of High Wonders" in Baldur's Gate, there are a large number of inventions that are incompatible with this magical world.

Among them are astronomical telescopes familiar to people on earth, magic vehicles powered by steam, propeller aircraft, hand-cranked water pumps, precise mechanical clocks and many other very interesting things.

Although he was prohibited from entering the city, Zuo Si regretted not being able to see these inventions with his own eyes.

But I also got a lot of useful information from Bernard, who had been to Baldur's Gate.

He still has a good impression of the church, the god of craftsmanship and craftsmanship.

Because it is impossible for anyone living in modern society on earth not to know the importance of craftsmanship and creation.

The creator professional ability used by Zuo Si was obviously mistaken as a special power bestowed by the god of crafts and forging on his chosen ones.

"That grocery store owner would never have thought in his wildest dreams that you are actually a chosen one of Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease." Davian had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

As a brand new carriage was built, Zuo Si quickly went to the nearby stable and purchased two heavy-duty draft horses specially used to pull the carriage.

Since it was already almost 3:30 in the afternoon, and the painted carriage needed to dry a little, everyone found a hotel to stay in before setting off tomorrow morning.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they did not choose to stay in the lobby on the first floor, which was full of adventurers and mercenaries. Even dinner was eaten in the room.

After eating, Zuo Si took out his spell book as usual and began to learn those fourth- and fifth-ring spells, and occasionally practiced metamagic skills.

Isadora continued to exercise her psychic abilities and used her free time to learn magical knowledge.

As for Davian and Huntington, one was guarding the door and the other was guarding the window, ensuring that no matter where the enemy launched a surprise attack, they could respond immediately.

In this way, the time came to ten o'clock in the evening without realizing it.

Isadora, who was used to going to bed early, took a hot bath, then lay on the bed wearing a white nightgown and fell asleep.

Just when Zuo Si also closed the book and was about to rest, the little devil suddenly appeared and shouted in a slightly frightened tone: "Master...Master! It's not good! I feel a power from hell, coming from under my feet." The depths of this castle well up.”

"The power of hell?"

Zuo Si frowned subconsciously.

"That's right! The power of hell! There must be a big devil entering the material world through the portal. Let's get out of here before it's too late." The little devil urged impatiently.

It is not difficult to see from the panic-filled eyes that it was obviously frightened, panicked and frightened, and all it could think about was how to escape as soon as possible.

"Calm down! Tell me clearly what's going on!"

Zuo Si obviously noticed something was wrong with his demon pet, and his tone suddenly became cold and stern.

The little devil obviously couldn't disobey his master's order, so after trembling violently, he explained in a slightly trembling voice: "Yes... he is my boss! A powerful hell fiend - Egres . I can feel him coming, underneath this castle."

"Is it for you?"

Zuo Si touched his chin and asked in an uncertain tone.

As his strength continues to grow, he is now no longer as helpless against legendary creatures like the Balor Balrog and the Hell Fiend as before.

Just the opposite!

With the powerful ability of the elect and the increasing number of cards at hand, it is completely possible to defeat or even kill it in a head-on battle.

"I don't know, Master. But there is no doubt that Aigreth is an insidious, cunning and powerful devil..."

Before the little devil could finish his words, a loud noise came from the direction of the castle far away from the hotel.

I saw dazzling fire and explosions directly blasting open the door of the main building of Dragonlance Castle!

Immediately after, a group of devils rushed out and killed everyone they saw.

The few guards guarding the door were torn to pieces by the swarming enemies before they even had time to realize what was happening.

Along with the organized and efficient killing, death and chaos quickly spread around the castle.

The first target of these evil alien creatures from Baator Hell was the temple of Tempus, the God of War.

Because they know that the temple and the priests in the temple are the biggest threat to them.

After all, the devil is not a devil.

The latter succumbs to his chaotic nature, and when fighting, he will just rush in a swarm of swarms, with no plan or goal at all. In short, he will kill whatever he encounters.

But the former is a symbol of absolute order. Even if there are only two devils, they will clearly distinguish who is the commander and who is the soldier.

Under the constraints of this powerful discipline, although the devil is very evil, he still has an army with the strongest organization and tactical execution capabilities in almost the entire multiverse.

Except for the endless demons with abnormal brains in the abyss, no one wants to face the invincible demon army.

But the priests of Tempus, the god of war, are obviously not vegetarians.

After a brief period of chaos, the highest-ranking officiant quickly rushed out with a group of strong men wearing armor and holding various magic weapons to fight back.

The two sides started fighting near the narrow entrance of the temple. After a while, blood, severed limbs, internal organs, and brains were sprayed everywhere.

No timidity!

No holding back!

Because for the devil, retreating on the battlefield means that he will have to accept terrible punishment when he returns, and may be downgraded to a lemure without any sanity.

This is a serious consequence that is simply unacceptable to them.

What's more, this is the material world.

Even if you are killed, you will just be expelled back to your hometown and will not be able to enter again for a hundred years.

On the other side, the priests and followers of Tempus, the god of war, were originally a group of lunatics who loved war and fighting.

In their eyes, fighting these demons to the death is simply the best gift and sacrifice to the great God of War.

In addition, the battle took place inside the temple, and both priests and believers could receive the blessing of divine power. They were like tigers coming out of their cages, and quickly killed a large number of low-level devils who were rushing to the front as cannon fodder.

Especially a macho man about forty years old, over two and a half meters tall, suspected of being of giant or ogre blood, with arms several times thicker than Zuo Si's waist. He was holding a war hammer in one hand as if he was unparalleled. In about half a minute, all four spiked demons (hama demons) were smashed into mincemeat.

You must know that these devils with sharp spikes all over their bodies are not a good thing.

In particular, the spikes on its body can even easily pierce steel armor, which itself is a terrifying biological weapon.

Once you are successfully tackled by them, it means you will enjoy a piercing punishment for free.

But this strong man relied on his unknown armor, a small amount of protective magic, and his incredible physical defense to force these spikes into his skin and soon became unable to penetrate any further.

If nothing else, he should be a barbarian with a level no lower than LV19. His skin and muscles have been mutated (damage reduction) under the influence of magic energy. If you cut him with an ordinary sword, you may only be able to leave traces on the surface of the skin. A trace of blood.

This minor injury can be restored to its original state by just taking the time to cast a healing spell.

It was precisely with this powerful warrior in front that the demons swarming out were unable to break into the temple.

And every time he activates his violent ability, it will be like a heavy meat grinder. With one hammer, he can break a devil's Tianling Cap, allowing blood mixed with brains to splash on his body.

Zuo Si could even see the energy condensing on the barbarian.

That is the blessing given by Tempus, the god of war, to the most powerful and fearless of his followers.

There is nothing more favored by the God of War than a warrior who continues to fight to the death despite being outnumbered.

But just as the powerful barbarian warriors were killing each other crazily, a creature over six meters tall, with a thick and powerful tail, a bright red body, and a pair of huge dragon wings spread out behind him, Slowly walked out of the castle gate.

Anyone who is swept by his eyes that are as burning as embers will involuntarily feel a strong sense of trembling and fear.

Some adventurers who came from hotels and taverns to help were instantly frightened and stood there as if they were under a restraining spell, not daring to move.

Because anyone who is not a fool knows that it is almost impossible to hurt this powerful devil with the weapons in their hands.

There is no doubt that this is the Pit Fiend who stands at the pinnacle of the evolution of Baator Hell.

Above them, there are only a handful of devil dukes and dimension lords who have obtained independent appearances.

"Humph! Poor mortal! Futile resistance!"

The Hell Fiend mocked in a tone full of contempt and disdain.

He raised his hand and unleashed an instant fireball. With a bang, the two adventurous teams fighting against the devil's army in the distance were blown to pieces on the spot.

Even the metal weapons and equipment on his body turned into molten iron under the terrifying high-temperature flames.

You must know that high-level devils are masters of flame magic. The fireballs they release are simply not comparable to ordinary human arcane spellcasters.

After confirming that there was nothing around that could pose a threat to him, the Hell Fiend immediately raised his hands and began to perform extremely complex spell-casting movements.

With that low and evil voice echoing in his ears, a chilling and terrifying magical energy began to gather in the night sky above his head.

The devils who were originally besieging the temple seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly retreated to the rear at an extremely fast speed.

"No! It's the nine-ring magic [Meteor Explosion]! Run!"

A woman dressed as a mage recognized the spell the other party was casting through magic recognition.

After giving an early warning to everyone around her, she immediately turned around and ran with her companions without stopping for even a second.

However, because the magic recognition took so long, even after the warning was issued, there was not even a few seconds to escape.

Except for the two suspected thieves who were of high level and fled fifty meters away in less than three seconds, it was already too late for the others to react.

I saw four huge and burning spheres falling from the sky, hitting the temple of Tempus, the God of War, one after another.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

moment!

The solid granite roof of the entire temple was smashed to pieces on the spot, and the violent shock wave could even be observed with the naked eye under the moonlight.

Countless stones, stones mixed with flesh and blood and corpses were scattered everywhere, and even the statues containing divine power turned into dust under the impact.

As for the people inside, almost all of them died the moment the first meteorite fell.

By the time all four meteorites fell, the temple was in ruins.

Only the tenacious barbarian warrior struggled to push away the rocks and stand up even though he was seriously injured and half of his body was almost flattened by the meteorite.

The apocalyptic and tragic scene vividly demonstrated the terrifying destructive power of the nine-ring magic.

It is different from the three-ring [Fireball Technique] which only has fire damage of 1,000 to 1,500 degrees Celsius, and the shock wave generated by the explosion has very little power.

The nine-ring magic [Meteor Explosion] not only uses high-temperature flame damage, but also violent impact and explosion damage, and has a direct killing radius of twelve meters, which is almost twice that of the fireball spell.

Not to mention the God of War Temple that hit the target, even the adventurers nearby who had no time to escape from the influence of the spell died heroically without exception.

Not to mention that the explosion will also splash up stones and stones, flying in the air at extremely high speeds, causing serious damage to all creatures within twenty or thirty meters.

Only a few very lucky people were only slightly affected.

At the moment, he is either clutching his chest and stomach and vomiting blood, which may mean he has injured his internal organs;

Either he had a broken arm or leg, and he was shouting for help from other adventurers who were still alive around him.

But it's a pity that those devils will not let go of such a killing opportunity.

They swarmed up and killed all the injured in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the fear and despair of the "Primary Material Plane Guys" around him, a happy expression appeared on the face of the Hell Fiend. He took out a parchment scroll from somewhere and rushed it towards the seriously injured barbarian warrior. Said: "Mortal, I admire your bravery and fearlessness. Now, sign this contract and abandon your ridiculous god to join the great Baator Hell. I will not only allow you to survive, but also heal your injuries, so that You continue to live as a mighty warrior until you die of old age."

"Bah! Only a coward would make a deal with you devils who are full of lies and deceit. I am a believer of the great war god Tempus! Even if I die in battle, I will never surrender to the enemy!"

The seriously injured barbarian spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, his eyes filled with the courage to face death.

As a warrior who has experienced many battles, he has never been afraid of death. He had even been mentally prepared to die on the battlefield a long time ago.

"Yeah, that's really regrettable."

The Hell Fiend undoubtedly felt the firm will and belief. He sighed slightly with pretense of regret, then raised his hand to complete the spell casting with extremely fast movements, aiming at the opponent and pointing lightly.

The next second...

A scorching high-temperature ray spurted out from the fingertips, directly burning the barbarians who tried to rush over for a last-ditch fight into charred black corpses.

However, he did not try to use his [Soul Binding] ability to take this powerful and brilliant soul as his own.

Because devils are not demons, they prefer to think twice before acting, rather than venting their desires and nature unscrupulously.

At this moment, Tempus, the God of War, had already focused his eyes on the barbarian.

If the Hell Fiend dares to plunder the soul at this time, there is a high probability that the God of War will descend and cut it into pieces on the spot.

In order to prevent this from happening, the cunning devil released the souls of all priests and believers in the temple and allowed them to enter the world of the dead.

But they are not so polite to those adventurers and merchants who live within the high walls.

Suddenly, the demons swarmed to hunt the fleeing adventurers.

There was even a group of devils who directly blocked the entrance to the outside, hoping to catch turtles in the jar and attack all the mortals in Dragon Spear Castle.

Watching these evil creatures from Baator Hell search house after house, Davian finally couldn't help but remind him: "Master, the enemy will probably enter this hotel in a few minutes. What are we going to do next?" what to do?"

"Don't panic. First, I need to figure out what the purpose of this hell fiend is in going to war." Zuo Si explained calmly.

As we all know, the devil is a representative of the evil and lawful alignment.

Especially legendary creatures like the Pit Fiend, who are at the top of the social structure of Baator Hell, would never risk crossing the portal easily for the souls of a few hundred mortals or a little devil who has lost contact. Come to Faerûn.

He must have other more important purposes.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si turned around and stared into the eyes of his demon pet and asked: "What is your former boss's position in hell? Which devil prince or lord is he loyal to?"

"Egres is loyal to the Lord Dispater of the second level of hell. I only know that he is often responsible for sending some demons to the material world, and then waits for these guys to be killed and return to hell to be reborn, and then obtain various kinds of devils from their mouths. Such news and intelligence.”

The little devil quickly told everything he knew.

For his old boss, it was fearful and fearful from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be if he was caught.

"Collecting information?"

Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression, and the bone demon he encountered deep in the tomb in the Kalin Desert suddenly appeared in his mind.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly had a hunch that the latter was probably Egres's subordinate.

If this guess is correct, then from the moment Calimport made the little devil into a creature card, he has been targeted by this powerful abyss fiend.

Could it be that the power of the planeswalker's spark attracted the other party's attention?

Or was it just that the little devil was cut off from hell?

Or is it the identity of the chosen one, Talona, ​​the goddess of poison and disease?

Just as Zuo Si was analyzing the other party's motives and purposes, a violent loud noise came from downstairs.

What followed was the sound of weapons clashing, and the adventurers' curses.

You don't need to ask to know that the devils have already rushed in from outside the gate.

It is definitely impossible for those guys who have been scared out of their wits by the deep hell demons to stop the well-disciplined demon army.

So Zuo Si had no choice but to stand up and said to Davian and Huntington: "Let's go, it's our turn to take the stage. Otherwise, it won't take long before the entire Dragonlance Castle will be slaughtered and then be completely destroyed by the devil." occupied."

"what about me?"

Isadora pointed to her nose.

She had just been awakened by the explosion and vibration caused by the [Meteor Explosion] a few minutes ago, and she still looked a little sleepy at the moment.

"Just stay by my side, and no matter what happens, don't run around." Zuo Si said, stroking the girl's hair.

In this way, the group of people quickly walked along the empty corridor to the battlefield in the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as they walked out of the stairs, they saw that all the tables originally filled with food and wine had been kicked over, and more than twenty adventurers and devils were fighting in every corner of the hall.

Even innkeepers and cooks were forced to take up arms and join the fight.

Some wooden chairs and stools even began to burn violently under the bombardment of fire magic, and emitted pungent and choking smoke.