Spellcasting Heavens

The Zhentarim, the red-robed wizard of Searle, and the annexed and reorganized Arcane Brotherhood...

Zhang Cheng has unknowingly begun to link together several of the largest and most famous evil organizations in the western part of the continent to satisfy his strong thirst for knowledge and a strong desire to destroy.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of Neltharion's tears. He hated the hypocritical kindness of the voters of the goddess of magic, and even hated the city-states of Silvermoon City, Waterdeep City, and Neverwinter City that prided themselves on justice. The black and white camp division, from the heart, wants to destroy everything.

After all, in his eyes, there is no so-called justice or evil in the world. All parameters for measuring good and evil are determined by the universal values ​​that occupy the main group of a certain region, and this value is usually determined by comprehensive strength. Decision, simply put, is power.

Regardless of whether it is a person or a group, as long as it has enough power, it can continue to expand outwards, defeat various enemies, and absorb the resources of the other party to strengthen itself.

In this process, the victors write history and disguise themselves as the righteous side, while the losers are ruthlessly smeared and become the evil side.

But the problem with Faerûn is that the gods above them have refined a series of standards of good and evil.

On weekdays, no matter what choice everyone makes, there will be values ​​that tend to be good, evil, order, or chaos. When these values ​​reach a certain limit, people will automatically change their camps.

And these factions will be detected by many arcane and divine spells.

Over time, people regard the good and evil standards imposed by the gods on mortals as something that can never be changed, and begin to accept and recognize them from the heart.

But Zhang Cheng was different. He didn't feel that he should follow this set of standards at all, let alone that people like Erathrow and Sir Lord ruled the city by justice.

On the contrary, like most politicians, they rule by sheer violence.

Without sufficient deterrence, their rule will soon be subverted and overthrown.

You must know that Faerûn has never lacked careerists and conspirators.

As for the hypocritical things like kindness and justice, it is just a disguise, an excuse, and a rhetoric that can confuse the people to suppress the enemy.

...

Just when Zhang Cheng started to prepare for next year's crazy act of killing the gods, four guys dressed in weird clothes were gathered at the table in the second floor room of the Luskan family's more lively hotel, discussing how to complete this danger in a low voice. task.

Joey, tell me, what did you hear just now? A woman with obvious half-elf characteristics was the first to break the silence.

Her face was smeared with green paint, and except for a leather armor, she only had a short staff with green leaves in her hands. She was obviously a Druid known as the guardian of nature.

Not far from her side, lay a colorful leopard, yawning from time to time with a mouth full of fangs.

Sorry, there is not much useful information. According to the descriptions of nearby residents and tavern guests, the black dragon rarely leaves the minaret, so it is basically impossible to ambush halfway. The human being called Joey looked regretful. shook his head.

He looks about thirty years old, and his body is relatively thin, but his ten fingers are very flexible, and a silver coin cast by Waterdeep City keeps flying up and down.

Under normal circumstances, those who can make their hands dexterous to this level are either senior old thieves who often touch other people's pockets, or mages who need flexible fingers to perform complex spell casting movements.

But judging from Joey's dress, it clearly belongs to the former.

Damn! What should I do then? Don't tell me, let's rush in directly from the main entrance of the tower. This suicide is no different. The shield dwarf who was squatting in the corner kept drinking and gritted his teeth and complained.

Agreed! Although the Battle of Neverwinter City killed many high-level executives of the original Arcane Brotherhood, the number of spellcasters in the Mage's Tower is still quite considerable, and it is impossible for us to enter the highest level at all. The first said The half-elf Druid nodded thoughtfully.

Then what do you say? Could it be that we have to wait here forever? Or do we have to retreat in despair?

No! I can't retreat! I finally borrowed this dragon slaying sword! How can I give up halfway! The evil must be eradicated! I joined the harpist for this! Holding the long sword that exudes a faint magical aura, two eyes shone with uncompromising light.

Judging from the holy emblem on her chest, she is undoubtedly a paladin who serves Tyre, the god of justice.

But we can't stay in the hotel for too long, that would raise suspicions.

If only the Harper's base was still there, at least we'd have a place to stay.

Don't think about it, the former secret base and spies were all cleaned up some time ago, and there is no one who can help us right now.

I don't like the feeling right now, as if there are enemies all around, not even a single friend.

...

Seeing his companions start to sigh, Joey smiled helplessly, and suggested in a polar voice: Actually, it's not completely impossible. I have an idea, it's a little bit dangerous. Once exposed midway, all of us will be killed. Kill or capture.

Oh? What's the idea! The young paladin had a look of surprise on his face.

It's very simple! Make a game to get him hooked! Remember the mysterious ancient statue we dug out of a ruin half a year ago? Use this as a bait to get that dragon to leave the tower to meet us. In a hurry, he revealed his plan.

Excellent! That statue seems to contain an extremely powerful energy, which should attract the attention of the evil black dragon. The half-elf Druid echoed with glowing eyes.

As the only spell caster in this adventure team, she tried to decipher the mystery of the statue many times, but in the end she didn't find anything, and even the Grand Druid in the sect didn't know the specific purpose of this thing.

In that case, let's make a plan. First of all, we need to let the whole Luskan know that this statue is a powerful magical item. Joey, this task is left to you, no problem? The samurai turned his head to stare at his companion.

The latter raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and bowed with a very exaggerated gesture: Of course! I am the most professional. In three days at most, the entire Luskan will know that you have a statue with powerful divine power in your hand.

We have to prepare accordingly. After all, Luskan is not Neverwinter, Waterdeep and Silvermoon, especially the evil wizards in the spire, who never mind taking extreme measures.

As long as anyone dares to come, I will smash their heads with a hammer!

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