Chapter 598 The God of Contract (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
“What happened...?”
“Did the great Holy Light save its people?”< br>
"No! That is definitely not the Holy Light! I am the Paladin, and no one understands the Holy Light better than me."
"This is the power of the true God! I swear I saw it at the end of the light pillar A pair of eyes full of majesty!”
"So we were saved by an unknown god?"
"It couldn't be some evil god or the Loa god that the trolls believe in, right?"
"I don't feel like it. Because the giants Most of the Loa gods that demons believe in have a direct relationship with nature and animals, but the power just now was obviously full of warmth and healing like holy light. What's more, Hearthglen is not Stratholme, and there have never been trolls around. Signs."
"Damn it! If only there were mages from Dalaran. They must have sensed something from the light beam just now."
"No way, Jaina. Lady Proudmoore went to the Knights of the Silver Hand to ask for reinforcements, but in any case, those people infected with the plague were miraculously saved, and we can take a breather from the never-ending siege of the undead."
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As the dazzling light beam gradually disappeared, the surrounding environment was once again shrouded in darkness. The soldiers who were originally shocked and speechless finally began to regain consciousness one after another.
Although the crisis has not yet been resolved, there are still an astonishing number of ghouls, zombies and skeletons hiding in the shadows, but they still express their excitement, excitement and joy in the aftermath of the disaster.
After all, it is one thing to fight against the ferocious and bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs, but it is another thing to fight against the corpses that have risen from the dead.
Especially the latter, who have no idea what fear and pain are, and were living civilians not long ago, which will bring a huge mental and psychological blow to the soldiers.
If possible, they would rather fight against the strong and powerful green-skinned orcs than endure such sorrow and pain.
While everyone was intensely discussing what the beam of light was, a strong man wearing the armor of a Lordaeron Royal Guard officer walked straight towards him and stood there dumbly at a loss. young pastor.
"Trainee Priest Lanny, His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace wants to see you."
"The King...His Royal Highness the Prince wants to see me?"
Being called Lanny The young pastor was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Of course, no problem. But I actually don't know what happened."
"It doesn't matter, His Highness the Prince has his own judgment. And don't be so nervous, after all, you just saved the entire Hearthglen and all of us."
After saying that, the officer turned around and took the lead towards the man who was surrounded by people not far away. The ghoul-stricken young man walked over.
Due to the very limited military strength, all the living residents of Hearth Valley are currently concentrated in this small square.
With the support of dense houses, some crossing carriages, dismantled wooden fences, and haystacks blocking the two narrow intersections, a simple and crude structure that barely played a certain role was constructed. fortifications.
Especially the haystack, which had already exerted quite astonishing power during the war with the orcs.
Not only can it be used to resist attacks from long-range weapons such as arrows, javelins, and spears, but it can also be ignited and pushed out to cause huge burns. The enemy must at least be burned for a few years before they can rush forward.
And equipment such as siege towers and ladders, which are mainly made of wood, will also be burned together in the raging fire.
With the faint firelight emitted by the burning haystack, you can clearly see the face of the blond prince full of gloom, anger and pain.
Despite relying on his rigorously trained combat skills and the power from the Holy Light, he was able to block an army of undead that was dozens or even dozens of times larger than himself with only a very small number of troops on hand, standing at any From all angles, it can be regarded as an impeccable and brilliant victory.
But the problem is that he is obviously not happy at all.
Because the undead who were killed were all the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the ones he swore to protect at all costs.
But now, these people have turned into monsters and are killed one by one by themselves.
The pain that cannot be described in words is as maddening as killing the beloved horse "Invincible".
The only good thing is that the final result is not too bad.
At least about 60 to 70% of the residents of Hearthglen managed to survive.
In addition, the plague that had no solution before seems to have found a solution.
Thinking of this, the only legal male heir to King Terenas Menethil of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a disciple of Uther the Lightbringer, and recognized as the first filial son in Azeroth - Al Prince Sars finally loosened his grip on the war hammer, relaxed his tense muscles, and asked without looking back: "Farrick, have you brought anyone here?"
" Yes, Your Highness, I have brought over the trainee priest who caused the miracle."
The officer called Farik answered in the affirmative without thinking.
Alsace immediately turned his attention to the nervous young man following Farric: "What is your name?"
"Lanny, my name is Lanny Scatter, I am the trainee pastor of the Church of the Holy Light in Hearthglen, His Royal Highness the Prince."
The pastor hurriedly put one hand on his chest clumsily and bowed.
Although he had learned aristocratic etiquette from his mentor, for a commoner with a low background, he still felt uneasy when he came into contact with high-ranking royal members for the first time.
After all, the current Kingdom of Lordaeron is at its peak, leading the Alliance to completely win the war with the orcs, and its territory has basically not been damaged by war. This is the period when the country's power is at its peak.
Terenas is regarded by countless people as the most outstanding and great leader among the human kingdoms.
As his child, Arthas was destined to become the King of Lordaeron, and his identity and status naturally increased.
Let alone a mere commoner, even the rulers of other kings would choose to treat him with courtesy when they see him.
After all, Terenas only had one son and one daughter.
Unless Arthas dies unexpectedly, he will definitely be the next king.
As for Princess Calia Menethil, it is possible to be crowned queen only if the former dies unexpectedly and leaves no heirs.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Dai Zi's identity has never been that of a prince, but the undoubted future king of Lordaeron. From the moment of his birth, he has carried the high expectations of countless people.
He must be excellent, because only excellent people can afford the crown of the monarch of the Kingdom of Lordaeron;
He must be perfect, only perfect people can conquer other countries leader and ensure the unity of the entire alliance.
It is this stressful environment that creates a character with huge flaws and prone to extremes when suffering setbacks.
But it is a pity that everyone was immersed in the beautiful side of the prince and did not notice his fragile and fragile heart at all.
"Tell me, Pastor Lenny, what did you just do?"
Alsace was obviously very concerned about the fact that the miracle could drive away the plague and cure all the sick civilians.
Because if this power can be used frequently, it means that when encountering similar situations, you will no longer be as powerless as before, but can cure all sick people.
No matter what conspiracy the Cursed Sect has, they must not contaminate the subjects of the Kingdom of Lordaeron through food.
“Sorry, Your Highness, I actually don’t know what I did.
Just seeing civilians falling down in pain and being transformed into immortal monsters made my heart full of torture.
At the same time, my belief in the Holy Light has been shaken, and I am eager to find an unknown powerful existence to give me the power to save more people.
Originally this kind of prayer was just an outlet for pure despair, but suddenly a voice responded to me.
The only things I know now are two things.
One is that the other party calls himself Soth, and the other is that I have become the other party's messenger to some extent.
And...and I also gained some special magical abilities. ”
Pastor Lenny told everything he knew.
Because he also wanted to know why he, an insignificant little character, could cause miracles. , why not His Royal Highness the Prince himself, or a higher-ranking priest, paladin or bishop?
"Soth? Is this a taboo name for God? "
Alsace continued to ask in an uncertain tone.
Lanny nodded slightly: "I think so. After all, apart from this, there is nothing else."
"Then what is his purpose or intention?"
Alsace asked again persistently.
After all, he must be cautious in this matter. First of all, he must make sure that this is not a trap set by evil gods, demons, or ancient elemental creatures.
Lanny closed his eyes and tried to make contact through the weak thread.
It took about two or three minutes for him to open his eyes and slowly spit out two words from his mouth: "Faith!
This great existence calls himself the God of Contract.
He hopes Our people can build temples to serve him
and he will be the witness and overseer when making any transactions, signing contracts, or promulgating legal provisions
Any violators will be punished. There will be retribution.
In return, he is willing to grant gifted believers magical powers to help us fight against undead scourges and terrible magical plagues. "
"The God of Contract? How come I have never heard of it before..."
A very puzzled expression appeared on Arthas's handsome face.
As the prince of Lordaeron, he has received all the experience. The elite education, knowledge and vision of Fangfang are definitely not comparable to ordinary people.
But even so, I have never heard of a God of Contract, and even Dalaran's librarianship is definitely not like this.
"Like you, this is the first time I've heard of it.
But it's true in terms of granting power.
I can now use divine magic to turn clean water into an antidote to the plague. , Purify the contaminated food.
When faced with a similar situation, the sick civilians only need to drink the water blessed by magic to gain strong resistance and even complete recovery. < br>
In addition, I have also obtained a series of magical spells such as healing, blessing, divine favor, disease removal, pious shield, immobilization, etc., which can be used if I have enough mana.
These magical arts are far more complex and comprehensive than Holy Light Magic.
If there were enough priests like me, dealing with undead and plague should be much easier than it is now. "
When he said these words, a red light flashed in Lanni's eyes that was not easy to detect.
There is no doubt that there is no defensiveness in this person's heart. Young people's thinking has begun to be affected unconsciously
After all, the devil is an expert in manipulating consciousness and playing with people's hearts.
"You mean to ask me to change the Church of Holy Light in Hearthglen to be dedicated to the God of Contract?"
Arthas' eyes widened in surprise.
After all, the Holy Light is one of the most powerful forces that cannot be ignored in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even within the Alliance. More than 90% of people believe it to some extent.
He was not sure whether it would trigger fierce opposition from the Holy Light Church if he really did this.
“Do we have any other better ways now?
What's more, everyone in the Holy Light Church has died, and I am the only one left.
Don’t you think this is a great opportunity?
What's more, everyone alive in Hearthglen has witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, and they will definitely be very happy to change their beliefs.
As long as it is a little more concealed, the possibility of being discovered will not be too great. "
Lanny turned around and stared at the Bishop of Hearthglen lying in a pool of blood not far away. The implication was self-evident.
"I...I have to think about it seriously."
Alsace was obviously hesitant, neither giving a positive answer nor rejecting immediately.
But what he didn’t know was that not explicitly rejecting something like this was equivalent to choosing acquiescence.
Soon, the residents of Hearthglen who had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, as well as the soldiers who had survived the disaster, began to privately inquire from Lanny about the secret behind the whole thing.
It didn’t take long for the name of Soth, the God of Contract, to spread quickly.
By the time Arthas reacted, the faith in the Holy Light in Hearthglen had been almost completely replaced.
In desperation, he could only hand over the Holy Light Church to the young trainee priest.
In this way, a new religion was quietly established in the northern Kingdom of Lordaeron.
If it were in peacetime, a situation like this would definitely attract the attention of the upper ruling class.
But the problem is that the current Kingdom of Lordaeron is really not peaceful.
On one side, the cursed sect is operating around, constantly causing disasters with food infected with magical plague, turning innocent civilians into undead one after another;
On the other side, the orcs in the shelter are fleeing in large numbers, and during their escape They ransacked towns and robbed food, weapons, armor and other supplies, leaving no grass growing wherever they went, just like locusts passing through.
Coupled with the quarrels and divisions within the alliance, King Terenas has long been exhausted physically and mentally, and he has no time to deal with the change of faith in a small region.
These worships and beliefs from humans have greatly strengthened the connection between Zuo Si and Azeroth.
The next thing he has to do is to use the window period when the undead disaster breaks out to expand the scope of his faith as much as possible by helping and absorbing refugees. It is best to hold a summoning ceremony to descend a projection.
It's just not possible to bring consciousness to a certain native creature.
Then when Alsace and Terenas staged a scene of loving father and son, they led these believers to leave the north and go to the Thorn Valley in the far south to re-establish a new human kingdom.
As for the countless primitive troll tribes in the tropical rainforest of Stranglethorn Valley, they can just be used as raw materials to create a brand new race with the powerful ability of the Creator.
Because these small actions will not cause damage or interference to key time nodes, it is generally unlikely to prematurely attract the attention of the bronze dragon who manages this timeline.
When Archimonde arrives in Azeroth through the portal and tries to absorb the energy of the entire planet through the World Tree, it will inevitably cause violent energy fluctuations, causing the outer protective circle to be unable to Completely shielded.
Zuo Si only needs to capture the coordinates of the source of the overflowing energy, and he can use the powerful power of the Planeswalker Spark to squeeze in.
When the time comes, not to mention the bronze dragon army, all the five-color dragons including Deathwing will be in vain.
And if done correctly, he can also draw the energy and hold the shit basin on Archimonde at the same time.
Anyway, the final violent explosion will cover up all traces.
Just as Zuo Si relied on the newly established connections of faith to begin an orderly layout on the entire planet of Azeroth, reinforcements from the Knights of the Silver Hand finally arrived in Hearthglen.
The leader of the team was none other than Uther, one of the first five paladins with the title of "Light Bringer".
Following him was Jaina, who had recently gone back to report the news with the help of teleportation magic.
But when they saw the mountains of white bone meal around Hearthglen, as well as countless civilians who had recovered from health and showed no signs of being infected by the plague, both of them showed shock and difficulty. An expression of confidence.
Knowing how critical the situation was when she left, Jaina couldn't help but immediately asked: "Arthas, what exactly happened here? You... how did you do it!"
The prince smiled bitterly and shook his head and explained: "No, this was not done by me, but a miracle.
A trainee priest gave up his original faith in desperation and tried to pray for help from an unknown great being. The result was the scene you see now.
It happened to be night.
A dazzling beam of light fell from the sky, purifying the undead army besieging Hearthglen and curing all the sick civilians at the same time.
What I did was just to guard against it in the next few days to prevent those guys from the cursed sect from taking advantage of it. "
"A miracle? Are you saying that an unknown god helped you? ”
Uther immediately frowned subconsciously.
As the most devout believer in the Holy Light, he obviously does not like to hear news about any other gods or beliefs.
"That's right. The other party claims to be Soth, the God of Contract, and there are currently nine priests in Hearthglen who can perform divine magic. It is precisely by relying on these priests to constantly purify the contaminated food that we So that you won’t go hungry.”
As he spoke, Alsace turned and pointed at the priests who were performing the Zero Ring Magic [Purifying Food] not far away from the barn. You don't need to ask to know that they are all lucky ones with relatively high perception attributes who have been selected from devout believers in recent days.
Because Zuo Si's miracles saved a large number of civilians and their families and friends who were suffering from plague and disease, these people quickly transformed their inner gratitude into the purest and most devout faith.
Some even took the initiative to donate the money they had accumulated over the years to the newly established church.
However, there is no concept of sensory attributes in Azeroth, but is called spiritual power.
Generally speaking, priests and paladins of the Holy Light Church gain the power to cast Holy Light magic by exercising their attributes and abilities.
And since there is no systematic magic network in this world, there is no need to remember when casting spells. Instead, another mana system is used.
As long as you have enough mana, you can cast a spell until you are exhausted.
In addition, because the energy of the entire planet is extremely abundant, almost to the same extent as the crazy overflow of Zendikar time and space, the mana of the casters is also restored quite quickly.
Usually a short rest of two hours is worth the eight hours of long rest in Faerûn to fully restore the spell slot.
And the range and power of the spell are also much more amazing.
So Azeroth is a very typical world of high magic. Even many beasts without intelligence may suddenly awaken powerful magical power.
It only took a few minutes for the priests headed by Lanny to successfully purify the magical plague contained in today's rations.
The residents of Hearthglen queued up to receive their share, and then took it home to either bake it into bread or cook it into paste to fill their stomachs.
As for bacon, smoked fish, sausages, and cheese, only soldiers responsible for fighting are eligible to eat them.
The others had to make do with vegetable soup and apples picked from the trees.
“It’s unbelievable! They actually purified contaminated food! How on earth was this done?”
Jaina was the first to couldn't help but exclaim.
As a top student in the magical city of Dalaran, she studied under the Archmage Antony Das. From the moment she discovered the magical plague, she knew how difficult it was to deal with.
At least for a short period of time, no one will be able to crack the mystery and develop an antidote.
But now, someone has successfully purified these troubles that all the archmages are helpless through magic.
In Dalaran, if someone can do this and write a good enough paper, he will definitely be promoted and even become a respected archmage.
"That is the power of Soth, the God of Contract. Now basically all the residents of Hearthglen are his believers, even the soldiers in the army."
Alsace gave a straightforward answer Answer.
After several days of observation, he did not find anything suspicious or evil about this god who came out of thin air.
Whether it is advocating that people abide by the law, abide by contracts, and observe order, or ordering priests to help purify food for free and distribute it fairly to prevent people from going hungry, it can be called a good deed.
So gradually, Arthas let down his guard, and even felt that it was not a bad thing to let the god's faith spread in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Maybe it can be used as a bargaining chip to check and balance the Holy Light Church, which is becoming more and more powerful in various human kingdoms.
The most important thing is that these priests are indeed better at dealing with the plague infection of the Cursed Sect than the priests of the Holy Light Church.
"Can I go talk to those priests and learn about this God of Contract who suddenly descended from the sky?"
Jaina's eyes shone slightly, obviously she was interested.
After all, the real Dalaran mage is not the guy in the game who can only rub fireballs, throw ice arrows, shoot arcane missiles, transform into a sheep, and open a portal. The number of his magic schools The level of complexity is no less than that of Faerûn.
The shadow magic and psychic magic of the Curse Sect, as well as the werewolf curse created by Arugal, are just the tip of the iceberg among the many research topics of this huge organization of spellcasters.
Not to mention the school of astral magic that directly studies the mysteries of time, space and the universe.
Gianna has even thought about how to take advantage of her first-come-first-served advantage to finish her research and papers before other competitors discover her, in order to win the favor of her mentor Anthony Das.
Especially those magic models that have never been seen before, once they are cracked and successfully copied, they are bound to cause a sensation throughout Dalaran.
Thinking of this, the princess of Kul Tiras with long golden hair felt her heart surge.
But just a second later, Arthas interrupted her sweet dream.
“I’m sorry, Jaina, I’m afraid we don’t have this time.
I have to rush to Stratholme immediately to kill the Dreadlord Mal’Ganis!
He He is the mastermind and real culprit behind all this!
As soon as this guy dies, the nightmare will end completely, and my people will no longer be threatened.”
"Don't be excited, child. Although you are brave, the commander of the undead army cannot be defeated by you alone."
Seeing that the prince's mood was a little too emotional, Uther immediately tried to comfort him. he.
As the former's mentor on the path of the Paladin, this is his duty and obligation.
However, it is a pity that the Lightbringer obviously ignored the huge psychological impact that the powerlessness in this battle gave Arthas, so that instead of calming down, the burning anger in his heart became It was extremely hot and scorching. He raised his head and said in an extremely serious tone: "Then come with me, Uther. But with or without you, this is a task that I must complete."
With the last word blurted out, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron stopped paying attention to anyone, got on his horse and came to Lanny and other priests.
"I need your help and that of the God of Contract."
"No problem. We have already been prepared and can set off with you at any time to help those infected by the plague."
Lanny put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to give a positive answer.
This is not only the instruction from Zuo Si, but also out of his own wishes.
Hearing this, Alsace with a straight face finally showed a faint smile and nodded approvingly: "Very good! It seems that your courage, courage and sense of responsibility are better than some knights Much stronger.”
Having said that, he did not forget to use the corner of his eye to glance at the Messenger of Light and the Knights of the Silver Hand he led dozens of meters away.
Although Uther did not hear clearly what the prince said due to the distance, he felt contempt from the other person's eyes, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.
About an hour later, the army under Alsace's orders had been assembled and left Hearthglen in a mighty manner towards Stratholme.
The Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther had just experienced a emergency march for rescue, so both the men and the horses needed to rest, and ultimately did not follow immediately.
On the other hand, Jaina, who was already very tired from all the busy work, was worried that Arthas would do something extraordinary, so she added an invisibility spell to herself and quietly followed behind, just in case.
It won't be long before they reach the fateful crossroads of Stratholme.
And Zuo Si is also ready to personally participate in it by possessing descending consciousness.
But just as he was admiring the slightly weird relationship between Jaina and Arthas with great interest, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
“Who?”
“Father, it’s me. There is a special guest who wants to see you by name.”
The voice of the God of Nature came through the crack in the door.
"Guest? How special?"
Zuo Si teased in a half-joking tone.
The God of Nature replied without thinking: "Her name is Silinxi."
In an instant!
Zuo Si directly grabbed the black cloth next to him and covered the crystal ball. Without even saying a word, he opened the door and asked, "Where is she now?"
"Your private reception room."
< br>"Very good! You stay here now, don't let anyone get close, let alone let anyone in."
After saying these words, Zuo Si quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The God of Nature stood there and performed his guarding duties like a sculpture, with no intention of lifting the black cloth to peek at the crystal ball.
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On the other side, Silinxi, who had just been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, sipping on the snacks and snacks placed on the table. Drinks, and took off his boots very relaxedly, playing with the cat running around the house with his toes, while looking at the decoration and furnishings in the living room.
After she returned to Faerûn, she did not visit her immediately. Instead, she wandered around the west coast empire first, and then went to the north, which was regarded as the quasi-territory of the empire, for two days. lock up.
After witnessing with my own eyes the infinite vitality and vitality that this ancient land had gained under Zuo Si’s rule, I came to Ascatla.
As a result, Silinxi noticed the existence of the mystery lock as soon as she entered the area covered by the city.
Although there are only a few rules, it does use the technology of the complete Elven Mystic Lock, rather than a copycat made by the Netherese.
This undoubtedly surprised her.
Because the establishment of the Elf Mystery Lock requires the help of the power of the Elf God, at least a powerful spellcaster with a certain Elf bloodline can do it.
But Zuo Si is obviously not an elf, nor does he have even a little bit of elf blood.
So Silinxi was very curious about how the other party did it.
Just when she used her extraordinary reaction speed to make a tiger cat become a little angry and pounced on it with her teeth, the door of the reception room was finally slowly pushed open, followed closely by a young man with black hair and black eyes. Humans came in from outside.
“Are you Soth?”
Silinxi looked at the visitor up and down, and without even looking at it, she grabbed the tiger cat by the back of the neck that was trying to bite her toes, and casually bit it. Throw it onto the distant table.
"Meow——"
The cat opened its mouth to reveal two sharp fangs, and its eyes were extremely ferocious, as if it was unwilling to give up.
"That's right, I am Soth, and you are Elminster's teacher, Silinxi, the most powerful among all the chosen ones of the goddess of magic?"
Zuo Si asked in return, reaching out his hand to gently caress the bomb. The furry cat head calmed it down.
In just a few seconds, this little guy got out of his violent state and returned to his lovable coquettish mode.
This top-notch cat-loving skill immediately made Silinxi raise her eyebrows involuntarily, as if to say, "I really belong to you."
But soon her face returned to the cynical look before, and she responded with a smile: "If there is no second Silinxi in this world, then I will be. But the strongest I am not worthy of the title of Great Elector, because it should belong to you now, shouldn’t it?”
Zuo Si immediately laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! You are really good at complimenting people. I can't believe that Elminster has studied with you for so many years, but he didn't learn even a little bit of this advantage. Instead, he developed it. A weird bad temper."
Look what high emotional intelligence is!
Look at what people say when they meet for the first time!
No wonder Silinxi has such a long list of titles and honorifics. No matter whether it is humans or elves, no one disrespects her when they mention her.
“Don’t mention Elminster! I get angry when I mention him. He’s not that old, but he lives like a dying old man, without any sense of being an immortal. It’s a waste. The silver fire given to him by the goddess”
Silinxi curled her lips in disgust.
“Completely agree. His traditional and conservative way of doing things can no longer keep up with the times, and the individual heroism advocated by the Harpers Alliance is about to withdraw from the stage of history. And I represent the future and hope!”
When he said these words, Zuo Si's tone was full of unquestionable strong confidence.
"If I had been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, I might have refuted you. But now, I agree with your point of view. Because to a certain extent, it is already an established fact."< br>
Silinxi casually stated the conclusions she had drawn from her observations over the past few days.
Because now the social structure, economic structure, governance model, people's thoughts and values on the entire west coast of Faerûn have all undergone earth-shaking changes.
And this change is irreversible.
Unless a devastating natural disaster breaks out, destroying all existing cities and drastically reducing the population, it will be useless even if God comes.
"Oh? It seems like you have already done some research."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
Based on this, he can judge that the other party's visit this time must be of use to him, or he is seeking cooperation in a certain field.
Silinxi nodded slightly: "Yes, because the matter I am going to talk to you about next is closely related to the empire you established.
But before that, I hope to get an accurate reply from you.
Do you have any special senses or emotions about the elves? ”
“No, no”<. br>
Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.
“Then why did you participate in the destruction of Soldanisla, the elf kingdom in the Wildas Forest?
Don’t tell me that what Erinikas did had nothing to do with you.< br>
Although you did not play a major role in it, at least it was a driving role.
In addition, the burning, killing and looting of elven villages during the development of towns in the North seemed to have something to do with you. A certain relationship, right?”
Silinxi leaned forward slightly and assumed a posture as if she was going to attack the enemy.
Although she is not tall, her hands and feet are extremely long in proportion, which often gives people a strong sense of oppression when she sits upright.
But Zuo Si remained unmoved and replied calmly: "I have never denied anything I have done.
But this has nothing to do with the elven race. Relationship.
Thondenisla's demise was due to its location being stuck between Tethyr and Amn, threatening the only land transportation artery
I will never allow another state within a state to appear within my empire, so destroying it is purely based on political considerations.
What's more, I accepted all the elf refugees and resettled them properly.
Now they have integrated into their new life. They have neither suffered discrimination nor any abuse. Instead, they have received a certain degree of preferential treatment.
As for the elven villages in the North, I have also given them the opportunity to integrate, and those who actively cooperated have received sufficient benefits.
Those who were eliminated were more likely to be mixed up with the local Druid sect and the Harper Alliance and chose to become my enemies.
Do we still need to look at race to destroy enemies?
So please don’t get me wrong. I have never targeted the elves as a race. On the contrary, I will provide more opportunities for those elves who take the initiative to integrate.
Even the notorious dark elves in the surface world are no exception. "
"So...you won't exclude elves from settling in the West Coast Empire, right? "Silinxi narrowed her eyes and confirmed.
"Of course I don't reject it.
Because in my opinion, the elves as a race have too many unparalleled advantages.
Just the long lifespan and the fact that your body does not age easily are enough to make you the best workforce in the world.
No matter what kind of work, as long as you do it for decades or even centuries, you can become an undisputed master in this field.
But there is a prerequisite, that is, you must obey the rule of the empire.
You are free to establish your own community, believe in your own pantheon, and maintain your own traditions and customs, but you must abide by the laws of the empire and submit to the management of the imperial bureaucracy and judicial system.
On this basis, I can promise to protect the safety of all elves living in the empire. ”
Through a short conversation, Zuo Si has obviously guessed the other party’s intention.
After all, there are basically not many elven settlements in the entire Faerûn continent except Yongju Island. .
If things continue to develop at this rate, in another one or two thousand years, the elves may become completely extinct from the mainland and stay isolated on the island.
This is obviously not the case. The results the elves and gods want to see.
They must go out and actively communicate with other races in this world to show their presence.
The West Coast Empire, which implements a dictatorial rule, has a super stable political situation, and whose ruler is absolutely impossible to die easily, has obviously become the most ideal partner for cooperation.
(End of this chapter)