A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Late at night, the once bustling capital of Sel - Eltaber City was silent.

There were almost no pedestrians in the markets and streets that should have been brightly lit. Only the mansions where high-level red robe wizards, governors and army commanders lived turned on bright magic lights, illuminating the surrounding large areas like daylight.

Fully armed elite soldiers, constructs, and summoned creatures patrolled back and forth around non-stop to ensure that no threats could get close to the mansions of these important figures.

After all, assassination is the "traditional art" of the internal struggle of the Red Robe Wizard Organization.

Especially Sazastan, who had successfully killed two chiefs before the civil war broke out, so no one in the entire parliament dared to take it lightly.

The reason why Eltaber City is in this situation is entirely because this big city, which once had a population of more than 100,000 and was ranked among the top in the entire Faerun continent, now has less than 30,000 people left.

Moreover, since the city was attacked more than once by the army of the dead faction during the civil war, most of the citizens who could run had already run away.

After all, the magic war is not an ordinary conventional war. It requires conquering one city after another, and then slowly pushing to the opponent's lair.

Since there is a portal, which is a heaven-defying thing that can directly cross the distance of space to send the army to the heart of the opponent, there is no so-called safe rear area at all.

Especially as the capital, the city of Eltaber has long been infiltrated by various factions within the red robe wizard like a sieve. There are unknown secret passages and strongholds everywhere. Even the chiefs don’t know how many secret portals Sazastan has built and how many terrible undead assassins are hidden.

So no one dares to take security lightly.

For example, when the chiefs or governors of various factions travel, they basically bring dozens or hundreds of guards and private armies.

Otherwise, they will be assassinated and killed on the spot before they can walk out of four streets alive.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

For example, Demetra Flass, who now has no bodyguards or private army around him, quietly entered the maze-like sewer alone.

Not only her, but her good disciple Kalaya also entered from another entrance.

Unlike the usual high profile, the two women with bald heads and large magic tattoos on half of their heads are wearing anti-detection cloaks - "Silent Whisper", and both have invisibility magic.

Unless a large-scale anti-magic force field and true knowledge are used, their existence cannot be discovered by normal means.

Obviously, the two did this for only one purpose, that is, to avoid everyone's sight, even including their own men.

After walking along the intricate passages of the sewer for about forty minutes, they almost touched a symbol engraved on the wall at the same time.

Instant!

The two were teleported to a fully enclosed room in an unknown place by a magical force.

Unlike ordinary secret rooms, there is no physical entrance and exit here, and the specific location and depth are unknown. Its secrecy and security can be said to be directly maximized.

Moreover, when Demetra Flas and Kalaya entered, the huge stone table in the middle suddenly lit up with orange-red flames, and spread to the surroundings at a very fast speed. After a while, the originally dark room was completely illuminated.

If you look closely, you will find that those tiny flames are magic candles made of special materials.

When the last candle was lit, several portals opened at the same time and several figures walked out from the middle and several corners of the table. They were the masters of the entangled symbols.

And standing in the middle was the leader of the entire organization, Lagun, whose spellcasting level was ranked among the top in the entire Faerun continent.

"You are late!"

As soon as Lagun appeared, he stared at the two people who had been lifted from the invisible state with his eyes flashing red.

"Sorry, you know, the parliament faction is very chaotic now, and the other chiefs are planning to launch a counterattack against Sazastan. I really can't get away."

Demetra Flas hurriedly explained.

If she had tried to get along with these terrifying legendary undead spellcasters on an equal footing before, now she was completely putting herself in a weak or even subordinate position.

The reason was simple!

She found that the speed at which these Symbol Lords were improving in strength was too terrifying.

Especially as the leader, Lagon, who originally had a spellcasting level of Mage LV20/Arcane LV5/Arcane Lord LV8.

Add to that the additional spellcasting level +3 from the Symbol Lords, and an additional spellcasting level +1 for each area secretly controlled, and the total spellcasting level reached a terrifying LV40.

Finally, there was the spellcasting level +5 that Zuo Si had gained recently after becoming the symbol of evil, directly raising it to LV45.

In addition, there was the quasi-divine blessing bestowed by the Planeswalker Master.

These were completely invincible for the Red Robe Mage Chief, whose spellcasting level had just crossed the legendary threshold.

What's more, the most troublesome thing about the Lich was the infinitely reborn life box.

And it was self-evident where the Symbol Lord's life box would be placed.

But Demetra Flass didn't know that even if the phylactery was destroyed, it would only be a cooling down period for these talisman masters in the cemetery, and they would be summoned again in a short time.

So the red-robed female chief was very afraid of the talisman masters, including Lagon.

She even felt that as long as the other party was willing, they could replace the senior leaders of the parliament at any time, and then quietly replace them, just like what they did in Kalinshan and Tesser.

"What about you? What trouble did you encounter?"

Lagon once again cast his eyes on the young Kalaya.

"That's my answer!"

The latter took out a small box from his arms without saying a word, and then opened it and put it on the table.

In a flash!

Everyone in the room was deeply attracted by the things in the box.

Because it contained the national treasure of Sel, the artifact fragments used by the goddess of magic to strengthen the magic network, and it was a very large piece, half the size of a palm, emitting violent magic fluctuations that could not be described in words.

After about ten seconds, Lagong nodded with satisfaction: "Well done! I think the master will be satisfied with your efficiency. And he will never be stingy in rewarding those who have made achievements."

"It is my honor to serve the great Majesty Soth."

Kalaiya bowed gracefully with one hand on her chest, with an expectant expression on her face.

Although the bald tattoo and two magic eyes on her head look a little fierce and scary, her facial features are not ugly. Instead, she is a beautiful woman with standard big eyes, high nose bridge and small mouth.

It's a pity that for the red robe wizard who pursues power and authority, beauty is the most useless thing.

After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her hair is shaved and tattoos of all sizes are engraved on her head, neck, back and arms, the first impression she gives will never be related to beauty, let alone make men have improper desires to have something with her.

This is also why it is often rare for men and women within the red robe wizard to form a family and give birth to offspring.

Most red robe wizards prefer to have children with nobles, bureaucrats, officers, merchants, and even civilians and slaves, although they may not be married.

Just like the famous saying against LGBT political correctness, you may be able to deceive your brain, but you can never deceive your little brother.

When a person's appearance does not meet your aesthetic standards at all, the latter will never have any physiological reaction.

Fortunately, Kaleiya, who has embarked on the road of power, has never cared about her appearance.

Especially after getting the notebook that records the knowledge on the scroll of Netheril from Zuo Si, her spellcasting level can be said to have made great progress. In just a few years, she has obtained the ninth ring spell position and is only one step away from crossing the legend.

So she is now extremely eager to gain more magic knowledge again, so as to cross this crucial step as soon as possible.

Looking at the naked and undisguised desire of the young female red robe wizard, Lagong couldn't help but let out a creepy laugh, and then knelt on one knee with several other lords of the symbol.

Before the other two could react to what was happening, an indescribable evil aura appeared out of thin air and filled the entire room at an incredible speed.

Although as a member of the Red Robe Mage Organization, Demetra Flas and Kalaya were undoubtedly in the evil camp, they still began to tremble, shudder, and fear involuntarily, with expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.

You should know that these two people have summoned demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil creatures from the lower planes before, and even summoned secondary abyss lords and genuine abyss lords.

But none of the above can be compared with the extreme evil aura at this moment.

Gradually, these auras gathered together to form a figure, which was Zuo Si himself.

As a typical pragmatist, he would obviously not do this kind of battle simply to show off or show off, but to make the two female red robe mages realize their current power.

As expected, both the chief Demetra Flas and her proud disciple Kalaya bowed their heads humbly at the first moment, emitting fear and despair from their souls.

After all, they are just mortals, and they are the kind of mortals who are weak-willed and easily tempted.

Such people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Zuo Si now, both physically and mentally.

"Great master, your most loyal servant is here to listen to your orders."

All the lords of the symbols, including Lagong, expressed their absolute obedience to the visitor in the most humble manner, even to the point of humility that the two female red-robed wizards found incredible.

Because in their opinion, undead spellcasters like these, whose spellcasting levels are generally above LV30 or even LV40, should at least maintain their dignity and personality even when facing demon lords, devil dukes and gods, instead of completely becoming slaves of the other party.

But now, these terrible existences that are enough to panic many regions and even countries are actually kneeling on the ground and calling themselves "slaves."

I guess even if I tell people about it, few people will believe it.

"Are all the people here? Huh? There's actually such a large piece of artifact fragment?"

Zuo Si obviously noticed the national treasure of Sel placed in the box, and immediately hooked his fingers to suck it into his palm, feeling the power contained in this thing.

Although with the broadening of his horizons and the improvement of his strength, this thing is no longer as attractive to him as before.

But as a rare prop that can greatly enhance the stability of magic energy, its preciousness is actually much higher than most materials, and it is the most suitable material for making magic-related artifacts.

Sometimes Zuo Si really doesn't understand what the goddess of magic was thinking back then, and she didn't even make a decent weapon for herself.

You know, even a psychopath and lunatic like Xirik knows how to get a handy weapon.

Maybe this is the arrogance and conceit of the second most powerful god in the crystal wall of Toril, second only to the god of gods, Io?

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the previous two generations paid the price of their lives for this.

After all, the entire continent of Faerun now knows that the goddess of magic has to die once every time something big happens, and it has even begun to form a customary practice.

Although the new third generation magic goddess Midnight still has some naivety and kindness of mortals, she has gradually integrated into the role she must play.

The most important thing is that she does not have the arrogance and conceit of the previous two generations of magic goddesses, but is very cautious.

What's more, Xirik has been weakened to a weaker level of power that cannot pose a substantial threat to the powerful divine power. In theory, the magic plague that swept across the entire Faerun continent and caused a huge disaster should not have happened.

Maybe...

As the elect of Midnight, Zuo Si has done the limit of his duties and abilities.

If she is still killed, it can only mean that the position of the magic goddess is poisonous, and whoever goes up will be unlucky.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si directly activated his ability to dissolve the artifact fragment and inject it into the artifact staff that Nicol Bolas gave him.

This is the most powerful magic artifact he currently has, so it should be strengthened first.

After finishing all this, Zuo Si casually created a notebook with some magical knowledge and threw it in front of Kalaya: "Here, I think this should be enough as a reward for outstanding performance."

"Thank you very much! Your generous gift is my greatest motivation."

Kalaya quickly picked it up and flipped through the contents inside, and the whole person suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.

Because the things recorded above can definitely help her cross that threshold to become a legendary spellcaster, and even surpass her current teacher Demetra Flas.

"You're welcome, this is what you deserve. Now tell me about the situation inside the parliament faction."

Zuo Si found a chair and sat down casually, intending to listen to the specific situation of the Ser civil war so that he could make a better decision.

"Master, in fact, except for the chief and some key positions, the parliament faction has been infiltrated by us. As long as you give an order, we can replace them at any time."

Rain raised her head and showed a meaningful smile.

"Oh? So half of Ser is basically under your control?"

Zuo Si was obviously quite surprised by this result.

After all, the Red Robe Mage is not a soft persimmon, and like the Zhentarim, he is also very good at lurking, infiltration, assassination and subverting the local regime, and his counter-espionage awareness is even more extreme.

Coupled with the internal strife, mutual hindrance, and the general environment of no one trusting each other, it is very difficult to control such an organization.

Zuo Si couldn't figure out how the Lords of the Symbols did it in just a few years.

After all, they don't have things like Shining Oil, Planeswalker Sparks, and Devil's Contracts that can force others to obey themselves.

"This is all thanks to Muratl's psychic power. He disintegrated the original tight organizational structure of the Red Robe Mage bit by bit from the inside, starting from the key nodes to take down those guys who control resources and intelligence one by one, and then spread a large network along these nodes."

As he said, Lagun glanced at the most mysterious existence among the Lords of the Symbols, the Mind Flayer Lich who practiced both spiritual and spiritual cultivation.

You should know that learning arcane magic is a very unorthodox thing in the mind flayer community, and it is often resisted by the mastermind and other mind flayers, not to mention the outliers like this who have turned themselves into undead liches out of society.

This is why when Muratl came to him, Lagun accepted him without hesitation and regarded him as an important partner and ally.

This mind flayer lich did not disappoint his expectations. In a short period of time, the influence of the entanglement symbol was greatly expanded, and more than half of the dignitaries in the entire Kalinshan were brought under the control of the organization.

Although the red robe wizards are not as susceptible to mental control as ordinary people because they wear a lot of magic items, this does not mean that they will always be fully armed 24 hours a day.

For example, when taking a bath, doing some physical and mental exercises with the opposite sex or the same sex, or changing clothes, it is inevitable to take off a lot of protective magic equipment.

When there is no magic that protects the mind, charm, and mental suggestion, Muratl can instantly invade the other party's brain and turn him into his subordinates or even slaves.

Moreover, these people will never wear similar equipment again from now on under the guidance of psychic powers.

"Do you need me to start a revolution within the parliamentary faction?"

Murater asked in an uncertain tone while waving his slightly pale tentacles.

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not needed for the time being.

Because before that, I need to get rid of Sazastan to ensure that he will not become the biggest obstacle to this plan.

You must understand that the continent of Faerûn cannot be completely ruled by one person or one force.

So I can't let you control Serge directly or indirectly. I can only make it tend to cooperate with me rather than fight against it by reaching some agreements.

In addition, Serge and the red-robed mage organization must not fall.

Only they can contain and limit the expansion of the Mulhorand Empire in the east.

You must know that since the end of the theocratic era, this country has been trying to actively expand externally, and the frequent incursions into neighboring Unser are the best proof.

Once Mulhorand annexes Unther, the influence of their pantheon in Faerun will expand.

This is very detrimental to the current Faerûnian pantheon and my ally Tiamat. "

"Then what do you mean..."

Demetra Vlas was visibly nervous.

Because she understood that Zuo Si's decision meant the future of the entire red-robed mage organization and even Serge.

Although she had already made plans to run away and seek asylum in the West Coast Empire if things went bad.

But if he could stay and continue to dominate as the chief, who would want to be a bereaved dog?

"I mean, Sazastan can realize his wish and become the red mage and the dictator of all of Ser. But he has to make a few agreements with me and ensure the interests of the West Coast Empire here."

While saying this, Zuo Si took out the crown phylactery inlaid with rubies.

moment!

Both Demetra Vlas and Kalaya's pupils suddenly dilated.

They all obviously wore equipment that provided magical vision, so they could see the dazzling necromancy magic and arcane aura emitted from this thing.

"You...you got the phylactery hidden in Sazastan?"

There was a tremor in Kalaya's voice.

As a member of the Red Robe Mage, she knew very well what this thing meant and what a key role it could play in negotiations.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, it was not me, but Plamon "Frost Seal" Rakisk found it. Now, I need you two to come with me as representatives of the parliamentary faction."

"No problem, it's our pleasure."

Demetra Vlas immediately put one hand on her chest, bent down and bowed deeply.

Although going to meet Sazastan as an enemy made her a little nervous and uneasy.

But considering Zuo Si's current status and strength, this uneasiness quickly disappeared.

Because no matter what kind of traps and ambushes Sazastan sets, they have no meaning in front of the emperor who owns the West Coast Empire, the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, several powerful divine electors, the legendary planeswalker, and other gods-like powers with a series of names. .

Because Zuo Si can easily cut off the connection between the caster and the magic network, Sazastan directly loses his biggest support.

…

At the same time, in the fortress far northwest of the land of Sere, the famous chief of the Necromancer Department, Sazastan, had not yet realized that the battle might end in another form. He was also fighting with the West Coast Empire who had just arrived in a giant airship. Business groups bargain and do business.

Compared with the parliamentary faction, he obviously has an unparalleled advantage, that is, his subordinates do not need to eat, drink or have sex at all, let alone the so-called relaxation and enjoyment. All the money earned through trade can be used to purchase war. supplies.

This is also one of the reasons why he can suppress the opponent after the war begins.

"Dear Lord Sazastan, if you increase prices like this, our business will not be able to continue.

After all, your food is basically produced by the undead.

Although negative energy has been driven away through drying and other processes, it is still psychologically unacceptable to many people who care about health and longevity.

Unless the price is lowered than that of ordinary food, they will not pay for it.

So you have to lower the price of food to something we can accept and make enough profit.

Otherwise, we would rather not purchase these grains from other places.

You must know that Sel is not the only country on this continent that can export large amounts of food and minerals.

What's more, we have a direct route to the Maztec continent. "

The businessman in charge of leading the team did not back down at all because he was facing the most terrifying lich in Faerûn. Instead, he began to issue threats rudely, clearly showing his ugly face of fearlessness and economic hegemony.

Facing the rudeness of the businessman, Sazastan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, and asked with a helpless look: "Then how much do you think it is reasonable to lower it? "

The businessman replied without thinking: "At least 30%. Only in this way can this batch of grain be sold in the West Coast Empire, and we can also make some small profits. As for the minerals, the price must also be reduced. At least twenty percent."

It has to be said that his lion mouth immediately made the faces of several lichs and vampires loyal to Sazastan present turn very ugly.

Because they are not a dead house that never goes out, they have already investigated the selling prices of these exported items in the West Coast Empire Market.

If I had to use one word to describe these greedy businessmen, it would be "black", so fucking black.

Whether it is food or minerals, the profit has reached an astonishing 300%.

Yes, you read that right, a commodity that should have very slim profits can actually have such terrifying profits.

One can imagine how low the purchase prices were kept by the businessmen of the West Coast Empire.

If it weren't for undead creatures farming and mining, there would be no cost at all. If it were replaced by living people, it would be completely ruined.

As long as there are other options, Sazastan will not sell things to these guys.

Even several vampire generals couldn't help but sigh, you are still ruthless when it comes to trading vampires.

But unfortunately, due to the civil war, no businessmen from other places dared to approach Ser.

So Sazastan had no other choice.

What's more, he also relies on these businessmen to purchase war supplies to ensure that he can suppress the parliamentary faction.

After being silent for a long time, the chief of the necromancer department finally resisted the urge to turn all these damn businessmen into zombies and ghouls, and nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, then the price you mentioned will be Conversion. But I have an additional condition, that is, twenty additional large-caliber artillery pieces must be included in the transaction.”

"Can!"

The businessman agreed without hesitation.

Because the cabinet of the West Coast Empire had deregulated muskets and artillery, anyone with money could buy them.

But the problem is that the supporting gunpowder only has the lowest-grade smoky gunpowder, and does not have the elemental energy powder used by the military itself.

The power of the latter is almost twenty times that of the former.

You must know that the gap between TNT explosives and black powder is only between five and six times, which can already form an irreparable generation gap.

The important ministers of the West Coast Empire are not worried at all that the spread of these thermal weapons will threaten themselves.

What's more, the formula of smoky gunpowder is still a secret, and only the Inventors' Association on Lantan Island, the church of Gond, the god of craftsmen, and the West Coast Empire have control.

Once there is no gunpowder replenishment, those cannons and muskets will immediately become useless scrap steel and scrap iron.

Therefore, the current trade policy of the West Coast Empire is to limit the total amount of gunpowder exports, but not to restrict the export of muskets and cannons.

Of course, Sazastan also knew what these businessmen were trying to do, but he didn't care.

Because what he needs is a violent long-range strike to directly defeat the enemy in a short period of time, rather than a long-term saturation bombing like the aerial gunships of the West Coast Empire.

He believes more in the power of magic than in thermal weapons.

As the deal was concluded, the tower where the airship docked quickly became busy.

Several lichs were controlling the constructs and undead creatures to move the goods, moving down the purchased war supplies and then moving up the items purchased by the other party.

Seeing those businessmen walking out of the fortress with glowing faces, chatting and laughing, a vampire general finally couldn't help but approached and asked in a slightly annoyed voice: "Master, are you sure you don't want to show them some color? These are This guy is so greedy and arrogant that he doesn’t take you seriously at all.”

"No! You should know I can't do that.

The West Coast empire has grown into a behemoth we simply cannot afford to mess with.

Just raising a finger can make all our efforts go to waste in an instant.

Haven't you seen what's happening in areas that are embargoed and sanctioned by trade alliances?

Although there are no living people in the area we rule, and there is no need to worry about popular riots, winning this war requires money, a lot of money.

What's more, we still rely heavily on the war supplies provided by these merchants. "

Sazastan refused his men's tempting offer without hesitation.

Although he has many ways to make these businessmen die inexplicably, or even turn them into puppets under his control.

But once discovered, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.

He had experienced it more than once before, so he didn't want to get into trouble at all.

"Damn it!

These bastards deliberately do business with us and the parliamentary faction at the same time, so that the two sides will continue to fight.

Whenever we gain the upper hand, merchants from the West Coast Empire sell stronger soldiers and equipment to the Council faction.

In this way, they can always obtain cheap food, minerals, wood, herbs, gems and various precious metals from Sel. "

The vampire raised his fist angrily and knocked on the table to express his unwillingness.

After all, anyone who is not a fool can see this kind of obvious trade.

But there is no way.

The indescribable frustration and humiliation almost drove many high-level red-robed mages who turned themselves into undead creatures crazy.

"Calm down.

Temporary patience is nothing.

As long as we can defeat the Parliamentarians and win the war to revive Serge, all this will be worth it.

Remember what I said, even though there are many members of the parliamentary faction, they have also inherited the past tradition of fighting among themselves and holding each other back.

So the longer this war lasts, the higher the likelihood that they will break out into internal strife.

As long as I seize an opportunity, I can sweep the decadent and backward parliamentary system into the garbage dump of history. "

When saying this, Sazastan's eyes and tone were full of confidence.

Because no one knows better than him the fatal flaws left over from the founding of the Red Robe Mage Organization, and the old problem of the parliamentary system always failing at critical moments.

Although when the rebellion against the theocracy of the Mulhorand Empire was launched, the secret mage association of the parliamentary system united all the mages in this land around Isaz Buvar and eventually won the war.

Even the title of Chief originally meant "follower", that is, the person who followed Isaz Buvar.

But in the process of establishing the rule and regime, the supreme leader died prematurely and failed to complete the most important centralization of a country.

That's why the parliamentary system was born in mutual compromise.

As one of the first few "followers" back then, Sazastan witnessed the birth of the Red Robe Mage Organization and the country of Sel.

Although he was not called this name at the time.

After witnessing the various drawbacks of parliamentary politics with his own eyes, he became more and more convinced that only centralization and tyranny could avoid unnecessary internal friction and make Sel a truly powerful magic empire.

"Okay, I understand. "

The vampire sighed helplessly, turned around and planned to turn into a bat and leave this place alone.

But in the next second...

Three figures suddenly appeared out of thin air in this room where magic teleportation was completely prohibited.

Such a horrifying scene not only shocked all the high-level undead in the room, but even Sazastan activated countless protective magics in an instant and ordered two golems to block in front of him.

Because they had no idea how the other party broke through the restrictions, and they didn't understand why there was no energy fluctuation in the surrounding magic net.

But after a second or two, when he saw who the visitor was, Sazastan's heart immediately sank, and his face was as ugly as it could be.

"Hey! Long time no see, did you miss me?"

Zuo Si put on the posture of an old acquaintance and smiled and greeted the chief of the undead faction.

"If possible, I don't want to see you again in my life. "

Sazastan gritted his teeth and said the most real thoughts in his heart.

Because he knew that as Zuo Si's power became stronger and stronger and the level of contact became higher and higher, it was basically impossible for him to retaliate for the big losses he had suffered before.

As the saying goes, if you can't afford to provoke, you can afford to avoid it.

It's best not to have even the slightest contact and intersection in the future.

"Hahahaha! Well, it seems that the misunderstanding between us seems to be a bit deep."

Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, completely ignoring the funny reactions of other people present who dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

After all, there is nothing more pleasing than the look of you not liking me but being helpless with me.

"No, I'm very sure this is not a misunderstanding, and there is nothing to talk about between us."

Sazastan quickly returned to his expressionless state and corrected.

"Oh? Are you sure? You know, I found a very interesting ruby ​​crown with a few abbreviations on it. "

Zuo Si revealed several key information with a half-smile.

He believed that with the other party's intelligence level, he should be able to understand what he wanted to express instantly.

Sure enough!

When Sazastan heard the description of the characteristics of his life box, his thin face, which was even partially exposed, suddenly changed color, and he growled in a nervous and panicked tone: "This is impossible! I clearly hid that thing in..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Si had taken the crown out of his pocket and shook it in front of the other party.

In a flash!

Sazastan closed his mouth and clenched his hands into fists to show the unrest in his heart.

How could he be calm!

That's the life box!

The most important thing for the lich to preserve his life and soul essence!

As a cautious person, he always felt that no one in the world could find the place where he buried his life box.

Because all the people who really knew his past were basically gone, only the patient Larloch, the wizard king of the Thril era, knew a little bit.

But the latter obviously would not betray him.

Silence!

Terrible silence!

The atmosphere in the room became extremely oppressive within a few seconds, and even suffocated the two female red-robed mages who were accompanying him.

It was the first time for them to see the chief of the undead faction who was at a loss.

Fortunately!

Sazastan was an absolutely rational person. After a long silence, he did not make any radical moves that would cause misunderstandings.

He first raised his hand to signal all his men in the room to push out, and then he opened his mouth to test: "What do you want?"

"It's very simple. I want to talk to you. It would be best if we can reach an agreement that both parties can accept.

Don't worry, I have no interest in controlling or ruling Threl.

Because with the decline of population, this place has become a veritable place hated by the gods.

After all, there is no faith without population.

I just don't want Threl and the Red Robe Mage Organization to collapse, and eventually benefit the Mulhorand Empire and the pantheon they believe in.

You must understand that the balance between the gods in Faerun is very fragile.

Once it is broken, it will inevitably lead to a large-scale war between gods.

So I can help you unify Sel, but you must also pay a small price. "

Said Zuo Si, raised his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.

"Small price?"

Looking at the gap between the other party's fingers, Sazastan suddenly laughed in anger.

Because he would not be stupid enough to believe the words spoken by a big devil.

Especially this big devil has recently made a big fuss in Baator Hell, and even started to form a two-headed politics with Asmodeus on an equal footing.

Because the loss he suffered back then was too big and too impressive, Sazastan has always paid special attention to the situation in Baator Hell, and has also established his own base in the huge cyberpunk city.

Basically, he will get the news of what happens there at the first time.