Chapter 599 Proposal to restore the Kingdom of Cormanthor (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Some people say that the modern history of Faerûn is a history of the human race getting rid of slavery and oppression, and it is also a history of the elven race. A history of constant decline and demise.
Since the end of the last Crown War, the split of the elven pantheon, and the descent of the dark elves into the Underdark, the overlord that ended the era of dragons and giants dominating the earth has begun its inevitable decline.
The rise of Netheril, the human magical civilization, dealt a heavy blow to the elves living in the north, causing them to lose their overwhelming advantage in magic.
The sphere of influence even began to shrink significantly, and large areas of land had to be given up to avoid a fierce war with the former.
The current stereotype of elves as peace-loving and uncontested was slowly established during this period.
It’s not that they don’t want to fight, but they really can’t fight.
This can be seen from the two to three thousand years between the beginning of the first Crown War and the end of the last one.
In terms of fertility rate and growth rate, elves are really awesome.
It is estimated that in their heyday, their total number in Faerûn was probably only three to four million (including the sea elves living in the water, the population of Everjum Island was only about 1.6 million) ).
In particular, the famous "Theater of Gods" battle in the Third Crown War resulted in the death of more than 70,000 elves, which completely devastated the vitality of this race.
So much so that there have never been such large-scale battles and casualties.
Basically dispatching ten to twenty thousand people can be considered a "big army".
If it were a human being, even if all of them were wiped out in one generation, it would only take more than a hundred years to quickly recover and regain the potential to launch a full-scale war.
Maybe this is a side effect of longevity.
Since they are not sensitive to the passage of time and physical aging, elves always do things in an orderly manner, lacking the passion and urgency of short-lived races.
Their mages can never be completely immersed in the intense thirst for knowledge and magical technology that human mages are.
Do not eat, drink or sleep twenty-four hours a day, and abandon the enjoyment and pursuit of wine, food, beauty, art, philosophy, etc. When necessary, you can also transform into the form of the undead.
Unless they are tasked with some important mission or task, elves rarely turn themselves into lichs who are unable to pursue happiness.
So when facing Netheril, which also possesses powerful magical power, the elves did not dare to confront it head-on.
Otherwise, even if the battle loss ratio is two for one, three for one, or even five for one, the final result waiting for them will be undoubtedly destruction.
Because it may only take thirty to forty years to train a powerful arcanist in Netheril, but it takes two to three hundred years for elves to develop qualified warriors and soldiers. The same is true.
However, the decline of Netheril did not make the elves completely lose their right to speak on the mainland.
At least for a long time to come, they will still have several kingdoms and royal courts.
If we had to find a time point when the elves withdrew from the continent of Faerûn, it might have happened in DR714, which was also called the "Year of Destruction" by historians.
In this year, Myth Drannor, protected by powerful magical mythical locks, fell.
Although the signs and prophecies of doom had begun to appear as early as DR694, they were not taken seriously by the rulers at that time.
In the end, only two hundred elves in the entire Kingdom of Cormanthor managed to escape, and the rest all died in the massacre and sacrifice of the Dark Legion.
You must know that Myth Drannor is the seat of the royal court, and it is the last settlement of the elves on the continent that can truly be called a country.
At this point, this race has officially announced its withdrawal from the stage of history.
Although there are other mini-kingdoms like Sonnisla, they are just surviving surrounded by humans at best, and are not qualified to participate in major events that determine the direction of history.
But thankfully, Silinxi had already left the material plane before the fall of Myth Drannor, so she did not witness the tragedy with her own eyes.
To be precise, after the death of Grand Commander Iltargrim and a series of assassinations and violent attacks surrounding the succession, huge political rifts appeared within Cormanthor.
This made her both sad and disappointed, and she angrily chose to disappear with the artifact symbolizing legal right to rule—Akokorim (Sword of the Crown).
Before leaving, he also said that only when the tribes are truly united and all the people realize the true meaning of the dream of Comanzo, will he appear again to award the leader with the crown. sword.
But who would have thought that these words, which were originally intended to inspire the people, would actually become some kind of final conclusion for the Kingdom of Cormanzo.
It came to an end just forty-eight years later with the fall of Myth Drannor.
Whenever she thinks of this incident, Silinxi can't help but ask herself repeatedly, if Cormanthor hadn't left in anger, could Cormanso withstand the siege of the Dark Army?
Can we save the slaughtered elves and other franchise members?
Unfortunately, she will never get the answers to these questions.
Knowing that the glorious city he built with his own hands is now in ruins, with evil dark elves and various monsters entrenched around it, this powerful elf mage will feel very painful and remorseful.
Looking at the sword hanging on her waist, which symbolized the royal power of Cormanthor, she suddenly raised her head and asked: "Then what if I want to use the power of the West Coast Empire to recover Myth Drannor, and regain the power of Cormanthor?" What about establishing an elven kingdom? "
"Recovering Myth Drannor and rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor?
Do you know what you are talking about?
Or don't you? Understand the current situation around that land?
Whether it is Zhentil Castle or the recently returned Shadow City, they will never allow a powerful elven kingdom to appear.
What's more, where are you going to find so many elves who are willing to follow you and settle in Cormanthor?
You must know that this is not hundreds of years ago. There are still a considerable number of elven villages and towns in Faerûn.
According to my estimation, taking the middle of Falling Star Sea as the boundary, the western half, including wild elves, may be less than 100,000.
And they are scattered in large and small towns and villages. At most, only one or two hundred people gather together. Just contacting them takes a lot of effort.
In addition, how to ensure safety during migration?
Who will provide the materials that need to be consumed during the reconstruction process?
This does not include the dangers that may be faced in expelling the dark elves and monster tribes near Myth Drannor.
The most important thing is, you who once abandoned Comanso, what qualifications do you have to stand up and say such a thing?
How many people are willing to unite around your banner to realize this unreachable ideal? ”
Zuo Si asked several very pointed questions in one breath.
Obviously, he is not optimistic about this whimsical plan at all.
Although Silinsi may be the most powerful mortal arcane spellcaster in Faerûn, possessing unrivaled magical power.
Except for a few people like Larocque who are equally powerful and hold many secrets, the other forces are not even qualified to threaten her.
But individual strength is one thing, leadership and political skills are another.
It is not difficult to see from her previous naive and idealistic behavior that Silinxi is not a qualified leader.
Otherwise, she should not have left in the first place, but instead united one political force to eliminate several other political forces, and then personally took power to reunite the divided Cormanso.
It was precisely because of this child's play that this country, which had just entered a prosperous period, would continue to suffer from internal strife in the next few decades. It was not until the invasion of powerful foreign enemies that it finally woke up, but unfortunately for It's too late.
So in Zuo Si's view, Silinxi's political ability and leadership ability are not as good as those of his disciple Elminster.
The latter can at least maintain the normal operation of the Harper Alliance, a huge decentralized intelligence organization with a mixed membership.
Of course, it would be another matter if it received the full support of the Elf Court of Everjum Island.
However, considering that the overall situation is that the elves are constantly retreating from the mainland, it is simply a fantasy to ask the former to support the restoration of Cormanthor, which has been destroyed for hundreds of years, at any cost.
Zuo Sike doesn’t think that the elves who are used to opening their mouths for food, stretching their hands for clothes, and not having to do anything every day on Yongju Island would be willing to leave such a paradise world and risk their lives to take the initiative. Return to the mainland and suffer.
Yes, you read that right.
For the elves on Evermeet Island, just returning to Faerûn to live means suffering.
Some people even speculate that the essence of Evergathering Island is a projection formed by summoning part of Arvandor, the kingdom of elves and gods, to the material plane through powerful magical power.
This can explain why this island is so wealthy. Almost everything you need is available, and you never have to worry about food and other survival resources.
Many mineral veins have been mined for thousands or even tens of thousands of years and still show no signs of exhaustion.
As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After getting used to this carefree life without any worries or external threats, more than 99% of the elves will no longer be willing to return to the crisis-ridden continent of Faerûn.
In their eyes, the land on the mainland is so barren and worthless, and the races living on this land are also so ignorant, stupid, and pathetic.
The so-called arrogance of the elves largely refers to the condescending sense of superiority on Everjum Island.
Although Zuo Si has not been invited to Yongju Island, he has learned a lot of inside information from Kelben.
Want to immigrate from the island to the mainland?
Purely overthinking!
It's like a large number of African and South American refugees immigrating to developed countries in droves every year, but how many Europeans and North Americans have you seen reversely immigrating to Africa or South America?
What are you picturing?
"So...are you refusing to help?"
Silinxi narrowed her eyes and tried after a moment of silence.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No, it's not rejection.
I just want to tell you that if you don’t have a mature plan and are not fully prepared, the final result will definitely end in failure.
As for whether the Kingdom of Cormanthor can be revived again, I do not have any preset position.
And as long as you can afford the price, the West Coast Empire can provide everything you need including transport airships, fleets, mercenaries, food, building materials, weapons and equipment, etc.
I myself would be happy to have a reliable ally near the chokepoint to the Moon Sea.
If you really plan to take action, I can also allow you to use the Empire's busiest Ximen Port in the Sea of Fallen Stars as a staging area. ”
"Really? You don't object?"
Silinxi raised her eyebrows in surprise.
You don’t need to ask to know that recovering Myth Drannor and rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor was a completely impromptu idea, with no hope of getting support.
But now, she suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be feasible.
At least the elven gods and the royal court of Everjum Island will definitely provide strong support.
In addition, with the behemoth of the West Coast Empire as the backing, as long as we can capture Myth Drannor and restart the Mystery Lock to expel the invaders, and then slowly attract some elves living on Faerûn to settle there, we can regain our former glory. It’s by no means a fantasy.
"I can't find a reason to object, can I? And I hope to gain the friendship between the elves and yourself."
Zuo Si clearly expressed himself with a business smile on his face attitude.
“Very good, I think you have won my friendship. This is an invitation personally sent by the Queen of Evermeet Island, Amlarnuo Moonflower. The remaining details are waiting for us. Let’s talk about it when we meet at Yongju Island.”
As she said that, Silinxi took out a beautifully crafted scroll that obviously contained some kind of magical power and placed it gently on the table. Then he stood up, bowed slightly, and then left the mage tower.
"An invitation from Everjum Island? This really flatters me..."
Zuo Si opened the scroll and looked at the delicate elven text on it and the queen's exclusive seal below, and pursed his lips with a playful expression. smile.
Because generally speaking, only elves are allowed to enter the Evergathering Island.
In addition, there are half-elves who have a close blood relationship with the elf family on the island.
For example, Kelben has some elf blood and maintains certain connections with his elf family, so he can visit frequently.
The Queen's Seal, in particular, can break the magical protection established by the gods surrounding the Isle of Evermeet.
Including the illusion created by Sehani Moonbow, and the sea currents and wind created by Adri Faenya.
Any ship trying to approach Evermeet Island without invitation will either deviate from the course under the illusion of illusion, or be attacked by storms, water columns and whirlpools, and eventually sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.
In this regard, red robed mages, Zhentarim, drow, and pirates who once wreaked havoc all have a deep understanding of this.
“Master, do you plan to accept the invitation to go to Everjum Island?”
The ancient purgatory silver dragon - Aidalong appeared out of thin air and asked in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si asked with interest: "What, do you have any suggestions about this?"
Aidalong shook his head gently: "No, I just want to remind you, Yongju Island has always been under the watchful eyes of the elves and gods. It is very likely that Silinxi came here with their permission."
"Ah, I know this without you reminding me. .
If the elves want to survive and continue in this world, they need to maintain stable contact with other races on the continent of Faerûn.
Whether I am rebuilding the Kingdom of Cormanthor or establishing my own community within the West Coast Empire, I need to confirm my attitude first.
Otherwise, if I make a slight stumbling block behind the scenes, their plan will most likely end in failure.
So this invitation is most likely to reach some cooperation agreement.
Silinxi is here to test whether I have any prejudice or hatred towards the elven race, nothing more. ”
While saying this, Zuo Si put the invitation back on the table and quickly searched for information about the Queen of Yongju Island, Amlarnuo Moon Flower.
She was born in DR611 and is now almost 760 years old.
Even for a long-lived elf, this age is quite old, and he has a total of eleven children, three of which are twin sisters. It is really too productive.
Her husband was assassinated and died in DR1321.
Since then, Amlarnuo Moonflower has been the only ruler of Yongju Island, possessing extremely high status and prestige.
Many elves have created works of art, poems and songs with her as their theme, the number of which is second only to those dedicated to the gods.
Therefore, when bringing gifts, it is best to choose items from the arts and crafts category.
Just when Zuo Si was thinking about what preparations he needed to make to go to Yongju Island, Aidalong suddenly interrupted: "Are you really going to support Cormanthor's restoration of the country?"
" Support is out of the question, it's just a transaction at best.
As long as there are enough benefits, I will be very happy to provide them with the help I can.
What's more, once Cormanso succeeds in restoring the country, it will be equivalent to it. Another nail was planted around the city of Shade and Zhentil Keep
They are the ones who feel irritated and have headaches at that time.
You can get benefits and disgust your enemies, so why not? ”
Zuo Si gave the explanation with a smirk.
Although the West Coast Empire will not continue to expand its territory eastward after annexing the Northland, it does not mean that it cannot expand its power.< br>
A glance at the map shows that through his manipulations, a link consisting of allies, vassals, colonies and puppets has been quietly established on the coast of the Eastern Falling Star Sea
It starts from the Kingdom of Cormyr and passes through Sambia, the Pirate Islands, Aglalon, and finally reaches the easternmost province of Araul.
With this link, the empire can easily control some of the busiest trade routes from sea to land in the core area of Faerûn.
If Cormanthor is added to the mix, then even the Moon Sea ruled by Zhentil Castle will have to be honest.
Otherwise, if several necessary roads are blocked, towns that rely on trade to survive will immediately collapse.
"What about Fuzor Chamberry? Don't you plan to support him?" Aidalong continued to ask.
"Fuzuoer Qianberry? He'd better withstand the attack of Ghost City and survive."
Zuo Si smiled contemptuously.
Although Zhentil Castle is considered to be the only one in the Sea of Moon, it bullies one person or provokes another all day long, as if no one can afford to offend it.
But compared with the City of Shadows, it is a complete weakling.
In particular, the overwhelming gap between the quantity and quality of spellcasters cannot be leveled by quantity.
Aidalon nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean. Help the latter in the conflict between Ghost City and Zhentil Castle, and in the conflict between the elves and Zhentil Castle Help the former. ""Yes, that's it.
From today on, you are responsible for keeping in touch with Xi Manmeng.
I need you to work together to control the Zhentarim. Dig out the roots, leaving only an empty shell that looks bright on the surface. In this way, Fu Zouer Chambery will become completely deaf and blind, in a world where intelligence and information are limited. Under the circumstances, follow the path we pointed out.”
Zuo Si touched his chin and quickly gave instructions.
In his opinion, compared to the experience and military power of Zhentil Keep, the Zhentarim is the most valuable part of the system.
Especially after Xi Manmeng came to power in recent years, operations with obvious violent overtones such as assassinations, sabotage and subversion have become less and less, and infiltration, lurking, bribery, bribery, intelligence collection and other work have become less and less. There are more and more of them, and there seems to be a prototype of a modern national intelligence agency.
It is this change that makes the Zhentarim become more and more hidden and unknown.
Even the mortal enemies of the Harpers began to feel fear.
Because the Zhentarim are no longer obsessed with head-on confrontation, but instead use local corrupt law enforcement agencies, bureaucrats, and even the people to cause trouble for them.
By the time the Harpers on their mission were in dire trouble, the Zhentarim spies had already achieved their goals and retreated.
After properly arranging things in Faerûn, Zuo Si quickly returned to the Quest Room to continue observing Arthas and Jaina.
After all, it will be some time before we go to Yongju Island for our appointment, so there is no need to rush.
He wanted to use this period of time to continuously consolidate the beliefs he had established, especially to find a suitable container for his consciousness to descend. In the meantime, he accidentally saw a restricted action blockbuster.
Obviously, Jaina was trying to use this method to find an outlet for the hatred and anxiety in the prince's heart.
Unfortunately, she underestimated Alsace's persistence and extreme character.
Although the short-lived joy made the Crown Prince of Lordaeron's sullen face relax, he even smiled for a time.
But all of Jaina's efforts were in vain as she saw villages along the way that were infected by the plague and turned into undead creatures.
"Mal'Ganis!!!"
Arthas roared like a beast after killing all the villagers who turned into zombies and ghouls.
"Calm down, my prince, you are about to be overwhelmed by hatred."
Jaina quickly canceled the summoned water element and ran over to calm the opponent's emotions that were about to get out of control.
But this time he obviously failed. Not only did he fail to calm down Alsace, but he was pushed away very roughly.
"Calm down? How do you ask me to calm down! From Andorhal to Hearthglen, to the villages around Stratholme! Look what the Cult of the Damned has done to my people?"
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This rude behavior shocked Jaina. She couldn't believe that the prince who had always been polite to her would become like this. She even felt sad and wanted to cry.
But in the end she endured it with strength and explained in as gentle a voice as possible: "Of course I know. But you can't solve any problems by getting angry and angry. The reason why the enemy does this is to anger you, Let you make irrational judgments on impulse."
Just when Alsace opened his mouth to say something, soldiers were cleaning the battlefield in the distance and burning the grain contaminated by the plague. There was a sudden cry.
"Look! There is a survivor here! He... He seems to be infected with the plague but not dead yet!"
In an instant!
The army, which had been demoralized by seeing too much destruction and death along the way, immediately burst into cheers.
Following a dozen people rushed into the barn that had begun to burn, and took out the dying young man who was hiding inside.
The leader, Captain Farric, shouted at the top of his lungs: "Pastor! Come here quickly! This man can still be saved!"
"It's coming, it's coming! Get out of the way!"
Lanny hurried over and quickly checked the survivor's physical condition.
Immediately afterwards, he released the two magical spells of removing disease and removing curse without hesitation.
Because the magical plague spread by the curse sect has both disease and curse effects, simply relieving the disease or cursing alone can only temporarily relieve the symptoms, and it will not take long before it will happen again.
Of course, for those infected who have not yet shown severe symptoms, just taking the transformed holy water can have a very good therapeutic effect.
As a chosen person of Talona, analyzing things like natural disasters and plagues and making corresponding antidotes is simply child's play for Zuo Si, and it is not difficult at all.
When he gave these priests the magical ability to transform holy water, he added some special formulas.
Therefore, as long as they are not unconscious and dying patients, they will basically get better quickly and gradually recover after drinking it a few times.
But it is useless for those who are only half-breathed. They can only use magical treatments of three rings and above.
With the mana these priests have today, they simply cannot save too many infected people who are dying.
But fortunately there is only one survivor in this village, so Lanny doesn't have to worry about mana consumption.
In just a few seconds, the comatose young man opened his eyes and woke up. He asked in a very weak voice: "Am...am I saved? Where are the other people in the village? ?”
"Sorry, you are the only living person we saw in the village. As for the others, they are all dead."
As he said that, Captain Farric glanced through the gap in his fully enclosed helmet. Taking a look at the corpses being burned in the square, my mood suddenly became extremely heavy.
"Am I the only one who survived..."
The glimmer of hope that originally ignited in the young man's pupils quickly dimmed, and was eventually extinguished completely, becoming like a soulless body. The Walking Dead.
Just when Lanny obviously wanted to comfort the young man, he suddenly felt a powerful force pouring out of his body, and then turned into a ball of light that covered the other person from head to toe. shrouded.
At the same time, a vague voice echoed in my mind.
After realizing that this was some kind of enlightenment, Lanny didn't dare to neglect it at all. He immediately grabbed the other person's hand and said excitedly: "Congratulations, young man, you have been chosen by the great God."< br>
“God?”
The young man blinked in confusion.
Because he had only heard of some churches spreading the teachings of the Holy Light in distant towns, but he had never heard of any specific god.
Lanny nodded vigorously: "Yes. As long as you are willing to devote your faith, the great God of Contract Sos will grant you supreme glory and powerful power. You can use this power to help others and eliminate those damn curses The believers of the sect and the undead.”
Hearing these words, a flame called revenge suddenly ignited in the heart of the young man who was already despairing, and he struggled to sit up from the ground. He got up, grabbed the priest's wrist with all his strength and asked: "As long as I believe in the god you just mentioned, can I gain powerful power?"
"Yes!
Look Look, I was just a trainee priest who believed in the Holy Light.
But when the undead invaded, I could only watch one person after another die in pain. >
But since I believe in the great God, I can not only purify and cure those infected with the plague, but I can also release magical attacks to destroy undead creatures.
So there is no need to hesitate, come and join us.
I promise you will never regret the choice you make today. "
At this moment, Lanny is like a fanatical believer, preaching to the young man in front of him who has lost everything.
"I do! What should you do next to gain God’s approval? ”
The young man asked impatiently.
He even stood up regardless of his weak body.
Lani immediately supported the other person and comforted him softly: "Don't worry. You eat something first, and I will hold the initiation ceremony for you after you recover a little. Otherwise, in your current state, you will not be able to persist. Finally."
"Okay, it's all up to you. Food, give me food, I feel like I'm going to starve to death."
After rekindling the desire to live, the young man immediately felt. I was very hungry and my stomach kept growling.
Upon seeing this, the nearby soldiers immediately took out the bread and dried meat from their ration bags and handed them over.
The former immediately wolfed down the food, and while eating, he asked Lanny about the origin and teachings of the God of Contract.
Gianna couldn't help but sigh slightly after watching this tragic scene from beginning to end.
"Alas - another poor man completely swallowed up by anger and hatred. Along the way, Lenny and his church have absorbed many Avengers like this, right?"
"Well, there are probably thousands of people.
But living as an Avenger is much better than becoming a walking zombie.
And these people are learning how to fight quickly and should be good helpers when dealing with Mal'Ganis.
Also, no more useless nonsense, Jaina.
I know exactly what I am doing. "
Alsace said as he looked at the growing church.
At this moment, including the fleeing women and children, Lani had gathered a team of thousands of people.
With his powerful ability to cure plague, he was warmly welcomed by the local residents almost everywhere he went, and he preached vigorously in the local area to convert the original believers of the Holy Light into followers of Zuo Si.
This change has also made Zuo Si's connection with the planet Azeroth closer, and the power that can penetrate is also increasing day by day.
At the beginning, he could only grant divine spells from zero to three levels, but now he can grant magic spells above six levels.
The number of priests has grown from single digits to hundreds.
Some of them chose to stay in the towns where they lived to continue preaching, but more of them followed the army on the road to Stratholme.
Because Zuo Si knew that in Stratholme, an important border town in the north of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, there were a large number of civilians who had been infected with the plague and needed to be saved.
The number of priests directly determines how many people can be saved.
After having a simple dinner and the sky darkened completely, in a cleared private house, Lanny was standing in a semicircle in the living room with a dozen priests with the highest level of spellcasting in the church. On the floor, they raised their hands and chanted a spell that even they themselves didn't understand and didn't understand what it meant.
The rescued young man sat in the center of the drawn magic circle with great expectation.
After a while, the surrounding magical energy quickly gathered towards the center of the circle, forming an energy vortex visible to the naked eye.
The interesting thing is that these energy vortices that can easily tear apart tigers, lions and other beasts not only did not harm anyone, but instead poured into the young man's body at an extremely fast speed, making his body begin to inevitably Inflated like an inflated balloon.
Before he could react to what was happening, a huge human face suddenly appeared in the air, as well as two eyes that could not be described in words.
Boom! ! ! ! ! !
The young man felt that his mind went blank, his consciousness became increasingly blurred under the violent impact, and his feet involuntarily lifted off the ground and floated in the air.
When the surrounding priests saw this scene, their faces suddenly showed incomparable fanaticism, and they chanted the spell even harder, not caring at all about the magical energy being drained away.
Even if his face is pale and severely overdrawn, he has no intention of backing down.
Facts have proven that faith is more likely to develop in places full of danger, war, poverty, and hunger.
On the contrary, in those wealthy and prosperous places, the demand for this aspect is very weak, and they even respond with contempt and disdain.
Obviously, the Curse Sect and the Lich King behind it indirectly helped Zuo Si a big favor.
Otherwise, it would probably take decades or even hundreds of years for him to get in.
With the help of these fanatical beliefs and the young man's extremely special physique, Zuo Si's consciousness finally forced its way into Azeroth through many obstacles.
When he arrived in this small living room, everyone felt a sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate.
Following this, a dazzling spiritual energy suddenly erupted, directly illuminating the originally dark room as if it were daylight.
As he was dying, Lanni, the only one who had not yet passed out, saw the spiritual energy turning into threads and pouring into the young man's body.
The latter was like a puppet, unable to move at all, and its eyes, mouth, nose and ears all glowed with silver.
I don’t know how long it took...
Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours...
After the entire living room calmed down completely, I finally succeeded in regaining consciousness. Zuo Si, who was filling the container, raised his hand and made a fist, then shook his head helplessly.
“It’s so weak.
This is probably not even 1% of the power of the original body.
And there is no connection to the planeswalker land card, so it is no different from trash.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s just for temporary use anyway.
Before arriving in Stratholme, I need to learn how to cast spells in this world.
By the way, Mal'Ganis will test the strength of the Burning Legion commanders. ”
As he spoke, Zuo Si began to sense and gather magical energy, constantly shaping fire, frost, arcane, nature, holy light and other energy effects in his palms.
Although the lack of the planeswalker's spark made this process very difficult, he still mastered a certain amount of spellcasting ability before dawn.
At least there is nothing wrong with rubbing a fireball, causing a blizzard, or releasing holy light or natural energy to heal an injured person.
In terms of divine magic, since only a ray of consciousness descended, I could barely use the nine rings, but that was all.
As the first ray of sunlight shone in through the window, the priests who had fainted in the face of the huge energy impact also woke up one after another.
When they saw the expressionless Zuo Si sitting in front of the dining table, they immediately knelt on the ground without hesitation and spoke words of praise and adoration with great excitement.
Lanny, who was the first to be baptized, burst into tears and said incoherently: "Great God!
You finally appeared in front of us.
< br>Without your kind blessing and protection, we mortals would have died under the double attack of the plague and the undead.
You are our savior!
No!
He is the savior of the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron and even the Alliance!
Please use your wisdom as vast as the ocean to guide us on how to get out of this terrible disaster. "
"This plague will not end in a short time, and will even break out in a more violent manner in the near future.
If you want to avoid this doomed disaster, find a way to take your family and friends out to sea on a boat to the more distant Thorn Valley in the south.
Only in that tropical rain forest does hope for life exist.
Don't worry about the trolls in the jungle, I will personally take care of this hidden danger. "
Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be full of majesty and gave the answer.
"What? Isn't it possible that even your great power can stop the plague and the spread of the undead? ”
Lanny opened his mouth in disbelief.
In his opinion, the God he believes in should be omnipotent.
After all, when the miracle was first manifested, the beam of light that was capable of destroying all undead creatures and curing all infected people was the best proof.
Zuo Si replied calmly: "If I can come in a complete form, of course I can do it.
But the problem is that there are too few people who believe in me in this world.< br>
My power can only penetrate a little.
Therefore, the evil force behind the plague cannot be solved.
The only thing we can do now is to point out a way for you to escape the disaster and save more innocent people. "
After saying that, Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked the head of the young priest kneeling in front of him. He imitated the God of Suffering, Irmat, and showed a smile full of mercy and mercy, and his eyes revealed even more. The light with a strong suggestive and charming effect
In the blink of an eye, all the priests present were deeply impressed by the kindness he showed, and they all swore to follow the footsteps of God, even if they die. They flinched a little
Little did they know that the person they were kneeling to at this moment was not a god at all, but a big devil from Baator hell who was good at playing with people's hearts...
(End of this chapter)