Chapter 900 Long time no see, have you missed me? (A 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Late at night, there was silence in Al-Tab, the former bustling capital of Ser.
Almost no pedestrians could be seen in the markets and streets that should have been brightly lit. Only the mansions where high-level red-robed mages, governors and military commanders lived had activated bright magic lights, illuminating a large area around them. daytime.
Heavily armed elite soldiers, constructs, and summoned creatures are constantly patrolling around to ensure that no threats can approach the residences of these important figures.
After all, assassination is a "traditional art" fought within the red-robed mage organization.
Especially Sazastan, who had successfully killed two chiefs before the civil war broke out, so no one in the entire parliamentary faction dared to take it lightly.
The reason why this situation occurs in Eltab City is entirely because this large city that once had a population of hundreds of thousands and ranked among the top in the entire Faerûn continent now has only The population is less than 30,000.
And because they were raided more than once by the undead army of the undead faction during the civil war, most of the citizens who could escape had already fled.
After all, magic war is not an ordinary conventional war. It requires conquering one city after another, and then slowly pushing it to the opponent's home base.
Since there is such a heaven-defying thing as the portal that can directly send the army to the heart of the opponent across the distance of space, there is no so-called safe rear area at all.
Especially the capital city of Eltab has long been infiltrated by various factions within the Red Robe Mage like a sieve. There are unknown secret passages and strongholds everywhere. Even the chiefs don't know exactly what Sazastan has established. How many secret portals are there, and how many terrifying undead assassins are hidden there.
So no one dares to take safety lightly.
When traveling, the chiefs or governors of various factions will basically bring dozens to hundreds of guards and private troops with them.
Otherwise, he would not be able to walk out of the four streets alive and he would be assassinated and die on the spot.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
For example, Demetra Vlas did not have any bodyguards or private troops around him at the moment, but quietly entered the maze-like sewer alone.
Not only her, but her good disciple Kalaya also got in from another entrance.
Different from their usual high profile, these two women with bald heads and large magic tattoos on their heads are both wearing anti-detection cloaks - "Silent Whispers", and both are blessed with invisibility. magic.
Unless a large-scale anti-magic field or true seeing is used, their existence cannot be discovered through normal means.
Obviously, the two of them had only one purpose, and that was to avoid everyone's sight, even their own men.
After walking along the intricate passages of the sewer for about forty minutes, they almost touched a symbol carved on the wall at the same time.
In an instant!
The two were transported by a magical force to a fully enclosed room somewhere unknown.
Unlike ordinary secret rooms, there is no physical entrance or exit, and the specific location and depth are not known. Its privacy and security can be said to be full.
And the moment Demetra Vlas and Kalaya entered, the huge stone table placed in the middle suddenly lit up with orange-red fire, and it moved around at an extremely 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.
The moment 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 talismans entangled in the talisman.
Standing in the middle is Lagon, the leader of the entire organization and the highest-ranked spellcaster in the entire Faerûn continent.
“You are late!”
As soon as Ragon appeared, he stared at the two people who had released the invisible state with flashing red eyes.
"Sorry, you know, the parliamentary faction is in great chaos right now, and several other chiefs are planning a counterattack against Sazastan. I really can't get away."
Demetra ·Fras hurriedly explained.
If she had tried to get along with these terrifying legendary undead spellcasters on an equal footing before, now she was completely placing herself in a weak or even subordinate position.
The reason is simple!
She found that the speed at which the strength of these talisman masters increased was too terrifying.
Especially Lagon, as the leader, originally had a spellcasting level of Mage LV20/Arch Mage LV5/Arcane King LV8.
Coupled with the additional +3 caster level brought together by the Lord of Symbols, and the additional +1 caster level for each area secretly controlled, the total caster level has reached the terrifying LV40.
Finally, after Zuo Si became a symbol of evil, his spellcasting level was +5, which was directly raised to LV45.
In addition, there is also the quasi-divine blessing given by the planeswalker master.
These are completely invincible existences for the chief red robed mage who has just crossed the legendary threshold with a spellcasting level.
What's more, the most troublesome thing about the Lich is the phylactery that can be infinitely reborn.
It is naturally self-evident where the Lord of Talisman's life box will be placed.
But Demetra Vlas didn’t know that even if the phylacteries were destroyed, these talisman masters would just enter the cemetery to cool down for a period of time, and they could be summoned again soon. .
So the red-robed female chief is now very afraid of the talisman masters including Lagon.
She even felt that as long as the other party was willing, they could make a major change in the top leadership of the parliamentary faction at any time, and then quietly replace them, just like they did in Kalingshan and Tethyr.
"What about you? What trouble did you encounter again?"
Lagon once again set his sights on young Kalaya.
“This is my answer!”
The latter took out a small box from his arms without saying a word, then opened it and placed it on the table.
In a blink of an eye!
Everyone in the room was fascinated by the contents of the box.
Because what is placed there is Serge’s national treasure, the fragment of the artifact used by the goddess of magic to strengthen the magic network. It is also a very large piece, half the size of a palm, and exudes an indescribable smell. violent magic fluctuations.
After about ten seconds, Lagun 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 do well. A subordinate who has achieved great results."
"It is an honor for me to serve the great Majesty Soth."
Kalea bowed gracefully with one hand on her chest, a look on her face. An expectant expression.
Although the bald head tattoo and two magic eyes on her head look a little sinister and scary, her facial features are not ugly at all. Instead, she is a standard beauty with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth.
Unfortunately, for the red-robed mage who pursues strength and power, beauty is the most useless thing.
After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her head is shaved and her head, neck, back, and arms are covered with large and small tattoos, her first impression will never be that of beauty. , let alone make men have any undue desire to have something happen with them.
This is why it is rare for men and women within the Red Robe Masters to combine to form families and give birth to offspring.
Most red-robed mages prefer to have offspring with nobles, bureaucrats, military officers, businessmen, and even civilians and slaves, although there may not necessarily be a marriage relationship.
Just like the famous saying against LGBT political correctness, you may be able to fool your own brain, but you can never fool your little brother.
When a person's appearance is completely inconsistent with your aesthetics, the latter will never have any physiological reaction.
But fortunately, Kalaya, who has embarked on the path of strength, has never cared about her appearance.
Especially after getting the notebook that recorded the knowledge on the Netherese scroll from Zuo Si, his spellcasting level can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and he obtained the ninth ring in just a few years. Spell slots and are just one step away from transcending legend.
So now she is extremely eager to gain more magical knowledge again in order to cross this crucial step as soon as possible.
Seeing the naked and undisguised desire of the young female red-robed mage, Lagon couldn't help but let out a burst of blood-curdling laughter, followed by kneeling down on one knee along with several other talisman masters.
Before the other two people could react to what was happening, a terrifying and evil aura that could not be described in words appeared out of thin air and filled the entire room at an incredible speed.
Although as members of the Red Robe Mage Organization, Demetra Vlas and Kalaya are undoubtedly of the evil camp, they still began to tremble, tremble, and fear involuntarily, with their faces full of tears. It was an expression of horror and disbelief.
You must know that these two people have summoned demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil alien creatures from the lower planes before. They have even summoned secondary abyss lords and genuine abyss lords.
But none of the above can compare with the ultimate evil atmosphere at this moment.
Gradually, these breaths gathered together to form the figure of a person, none other than Zuo Si himself.
As a typical pragmatist, he would engage in such a battle obviously not simply to show off or show off, but to make the two female red-robed mages realize who they are. The power of today.
As expected, both the chief Demetra Vlas and her favorite disciple Kalea bowed their heads humbly for the first time, exuding fear and fear from their souls. despair.
After all, they are only mortals, and they are the kind of mortals who are not strong-willed and easily tempted.
This kind of people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Zuo Si today, whether it is physical or mental.
"Great Master, your most loyal servant is here to wait for your orders."
The masters of all talismans, including Lagon, expressed their absolute obedience to the visitor in the most humble manner, even to the point of being humble. It was an incredible situation for both the two female red-robed mages.
Because in their view, undead spellcasters like these whose spellcasting levels generally exceed LV30 or even LV40 should at least maintain their dignity and personality even when facing demon lords, devil dukes and gods. It is not that you completely become the slave of the other party.
But now, these terrifying entities that are enough to put many regions and even countries into panic are actually kneeling on the ground and calling themselves "slaves".
It is estimated that even if I tell it, not many people will believe it.
"Everyone is here? Huh? There is such a big fragment of the artifact?"
Zuo Si obviously noticed the Ser national treasure placed in the box, and immediately hooked his fingers to suck it into his body In the palm of his hand, he felt the power contained in this thing.
Although with the broadening of his horizons and the improvement of his strength, this thing no longer has the strong appeal to him as before.
But as a rare prop that can greatly enhance the stability of magic energy, it is actually much more precious than most materials. It is the most suitable material for making magic-related artifacts.
Sometimes Zuo Sizhen couldn't understand what the goddess of magic was thinking back then, and she didn't make a decent weapon for herself.
You know, even a lunatic like Cyric knows how to get a handy weapon.
Perhaps this is the arrogance and conceit of the second most powerful god on the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, after Io, the God of Gods?
But it doesn’t matter.
Anyway, the last two generations paid the price with their lives for this.
After all, the entire Faerûn continent now knows that the goddess of magic must die every time something big happens, and it has even begun to form a common practice.
Although the new third-generation magic goddess Midnight still has some innocence and kindness when she was a mortal, she has begun to gradually integrate into the role she must play.
The most important thing is that she does not have the arrogance and arrogance of the previous two generations of magic goddesses. Instead, she behaves very cautiously.
What's more, Cyric has been weakened to the point where the weak divine power cannot pose a substantial threat to the powerful divine power. In theory, the magical plague that swept the entire Faerûn continent and caused huge disasters should not happen. .
Maybe...
As a midnight elect, Zuo Si has reached the limit of his responsibilities and abilities.
If she is still killed, it only means that the position of the goddess of magic is poisonous, and whoever gets there 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 Nico Bolas originally gave him.
This is the most powerful magical artifact he currently possesses, so of course it should be strengthened first.
After doing all this, Zuo Si casually created a notebook containing some magic 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 biggest motivation.”
Kalaya quickly picked it up and flipped through the contents, and her whole body suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.
Because the things recorded above will definitely help her cross that threshold and become a legendary spellcaster, even surpassing the current teacher Demetra Vlas.
"You're welcome, you deserve this. Now tell me about the internal situation of the parliamentary faction."
Zuo Si found a chair and sat down, intending to listen to Serge specific circumstances of the civil war so that better decisions can be made.
"Master, in fact, except for the chief and some key positions, the parliamentary faction has been infiltrated by us for a long time. As long as you give an order, we can replace them at any time."
Lei Yin raised her head and showed a meaningful smile.
"Oh? So half of Serge is basically under your control?"
Zuo Si was obviously quite surprised by this result.
After all, the red robed mage is not a soft persimmon, and like the Zhentarim, he is also very good at lurking, infiltrating, assassinating and subverting the local regime, and his counter-espionage awareness is even more direct.
Coupled with the environment of infighting, holding each other back, and no one trusting anyone, it is difficult to control such an organization.
Zuo Si couldn't figure out how the Masters of Talisman could do it in just a few years.
After all, they don’t have things like glitter oil, planeswalker sparks, and devil’s contracts that can force others to obey them.
“This is all thanks to Murat’s psychic powers. It was he who disintegrated the original tight organizational structure of the Red Robe Mage from the inside bit by bit, and started from the key nodes to remove those who controlled resources and intelligence. The guys will be taken down one by one, and then a big net will be spread along these nodes."
As he spoke, Lagon glanced at the most mysterious being among the Lord of Symbols, the spiritual and spiritual dual cultivator. The inner demon lich.
You must know that learning arcane magic is originally a very deviant thing in the mind flayer community. It is often resisted by the mastermind and other mind flayers, not to mention such people who are separated from society. He transforms into an undead lich.
This is why when Murater came to visit, Lagon accepted him without hesitation and regarded him as an important partner and ally.
The Mind Flayer Lich did not live up to his expectations. In a short period of time, the influence of the Entangled Talisman was greatly expanded, and more than half of the dignitaries in the entire Carlin shirt were brought under the control of the organization. .
Although red robed mages are not as susceptible to mind control as ordinary people because they wear a large number of magic items, this does not mean that they will always be fully armed twenty-four hours a day.
For example, when taking a bath, doing some physical and mental health exercises with the opposite sex or the same sex, or when changing clothes, it is inevitable to take off a lot of protective magic equipment.
When no magic such as mind protection, charm, or spiritual suggestion takes effect, Murater can instantly invade the opponent's brain and turn him into his subordinate or even his slave.
And these people will never wear similar equipment from now on under the suggestion of psychic powers.
"Do you need me to launch a revolution within the parliamentary faction?"
Muratel asked in an uncertain tone, waving his slightly pale tentacles.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not necessary for the time being.
Because before that, I need to get rid of Sazastan first 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 Faerun pantheon and my ally Tiamat. "
"Then what do you mean..."
Demetra Vlas was obviously very nervous.
Because she understood that Zuo Si's decision meant that the entire Red Army The future of the Robe Mage Organization and even Cell.
Although she had already made plans to run away and seek asylum in the West Coast Empire if things went bad.
But if you can stay and continue to dominate as the chief, who would want to be a lost dog?
“What I mean is that Sazastan can realize his wish and become the red mage and the dictator of the entire Ser. But he must make several 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.
In an instant!
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?" Kalaya's voice was trembling.
As a member of the red-robed 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 honor."
Demetra Vlas immediately put one hand on her chest, bent down and bowed deeply.
Although she was a little nervous and uneasy about meeting Sazastan, her enemy.
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 in the northwest of Seer's land, the famous chief of the Necromancer Department, Sazastan, had not yet realized that this battle might be going on in another way. The formality was over, and he was still bargaining with the West Coast Empire business group that had just arrived on a giant airship.
Compared with the parliamentary faction, he obviously has an unparalleled advantage, that is, his subordinates do not need to eat, drink, and eat, let alone the so-called relaxation and enjoyment. All the money earned through trade is All 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.< br>
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 ordinary food, Otherwise they wouldn't 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 elsewhere.
You must know that Sel is not the only country on this continent that can export large quantities of grain and minerals.
What’s more, we also 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 unceremoniously, fully displaying his ugly face of arrogance 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 food be sold in the West Coast Empire, and we can also make a small profit. As for the minerals, the price must also be reduced by at least 20%. "
It must be said that his big words immediately made the expressions of several lichs and vampires loyal to Sazastan change. It's quite ugly.
Because they are not a dead house that never leaves the house, they have already investigated the selling prices of these exported items in the West Coast Empire Market.
If I could 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, commodities like this, which should have very low profits, can actually have such terrifying huge profits.
You can imagine how low the merchants of the West Coast Empire kept the purchase price.
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, Sazhastan 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 dare to approach Ser.
So Sazastan has no other choice at all.
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 necromancy department finally resisted the urge to turn all these damn businessmen into zombies and ghouls, and nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, then Just convert it to the price you said. But I have an additional condition, which is that I must add twenty large-caliber artillery pieces to the transaction.”
"Yes!"
The businessman agreed without hesitation.
Because the cabinet of the West Coast Empire has deregulated muskets and artillery, anyone with money can 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 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 supply, those cannons and muskets will immediately become useless scrap steel and scrap iron.
So 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 up to, but he didn't care.
Because what he needs is a violent long-range strike in a short period of time to directly defeat the enemy, rather than a long-term saturation bombing like the aerial gunships of the West Coast Empire.
Compared to thermal weapons, he believes in the power of magic more.
As the deal was concluded, the tower where the airship docked quickly became busy.
Several lichs are controlling constructs and undead creatures to carry 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 The guy is too greedy and arrogant to take you seriously."
"No! You should know that I can't do that.
The West Coast Empire has grown into a nation. A behemoth we simply cannot afford to offend.
With just one finger, all our efforts will be in vain.
Have you not seen those embargoed by the Trade Alliance? What happened to the sanctioned areas?
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 did not hesitate to reject his tempting offer.
Although he had many ways to make these businessmen die inexplicably, or even turn them into victims. A puppet controlled by oneself
But once discovered, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous.
He had experienced it more than once before, so he didn't want to get into trouble at all.
“Damn!
These bastards are deliberately doing 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, The merchants of the West Coast Empire will sell more powerful soldiers and equipment to the Parliamentary faction
So that they can always obtain cheap food, minerals, wood, herbs, gems and various precious metals from Cyre.”
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 transformed themselves into undead creatures crazy.
“Calm down.
Temporary patience is nothing.
As long as we can defeat the Parliamentarians and win this war to revive Cyre, all of 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 possibility that they will break out into internal strife.
As long as I seize one opportunity, I can sweep that decadent and backward parliamentary system into the garbage heap of history. ”
When he said these words, Sazhastan was full of confidence in both his eyes and tone.
Because no one knows better than him the fatal flaws that the Red Robe Mage Organization has left since its inception, as well as the old problem of the parliamentary system always falling off the chain at critical moments.
Despite the rebellion against the theocratic rule of the Mulhorand Empire, the secret council-based mages united all the mages in the land around Isaz Bouvard and ultimately won victory in the war.
Even the title Chief originally meant "follower", that is, a person who follows Isaz Bouvard.
But in the process of establishing rule and political power, the supreme leader died prematurely, failing to complete the most important centralization of power in a country.
That's why the weird thing of parliamentary system was born out of mutual compromise.
As one of the first few "followers" back then, Sazastan witnessed with his own eyes the birth of the Red Robe Mage Organization and the country of Sere.
Although he was not called by this name at that time.
After witnessing the various shortcomings of parliamentary politics with his own eyes, he became more and more convinced that only centralization and tyranny could avoid unnecessary internal strife and allow Cyre to truly become a 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 transmission was completely prohibited.
Such a horrifying scene not only stunned all the high-level undead in the room, but even Sazastan activated countless protective magics in an instant and ordered two golems to stand in front of him .
Because they have no idea how the other party breaks through the restrictions, let alone why there is no energy fluctuation in the surrounding magic network.
But after a second or two, he saw clearly who it was, and Sazastan's heart immediately sank, and his face became as ugly as possible.
"Hey! Long time no see, have you missed me?"
Zuo Si put on the posture of an old acquaintance and smiled and said hello to the chief of the undead faction.
"If possible, I never want to see you again in my life."
Sazhastan gritted his teeth and spoke out the truest thoughts in his heart.
Because he knew that as Zuo Si's power became stronger and his level of contact became higher and higher, it would be basically impossible for him to repay the big losses he suffered before.
As the saying goes, if you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide.
It is best not to have even the slightest contact or intersection in the future.
"Hahahaha! Well, it seems that the misunderstanding between us is a bit deep."
Zuo Si couldn't help but burst out laughing, without any concern about whether other people present would dare to get angry. Funny reaction to say the least.
After all, there is nothing more satisfying than the way you look at me and feel helpless.
"No, I am very sure that this is not a misunderstanding, and there is nothing to talk about between us."
Sazhastan quickly returned to his expressionless state and corrected.
"Oh? Are you sure? You know, I found a very interesting ruby crown, and there are a few abbreviations on it."
Zuo Si smiled half-heartedly and revealed a few Key information.
He believes that the other person's intelligence level should be able to instantly understand what he wants to express.
As expected!
When Sazastan heard the description of the characteristics of his phylactery, his thin face with even partially exposed bones suddenly changed color, and he growled in a nervous tone with a hint of panic: " This is impossible! I obviously hid that thing..."
Before he could finish his words, Zuo Si had already taken the crown out of his pocket and waved it in front of him.
In a blink of an eye!
Sazastan then closed his mouth and clenched his hands into fists to show the unrest in his master's heart.
How can it be possible to be calm!
That’s a phylactery!
The most important thing that a lich uses to preserve the essence of his life and soul!
As a cautious person, he always felt that it was impossible for anyone in this world to find the place where he buried his life box.
Because everyone who really knows about his past is basically gone, only Larok, the wizard king of the Netherese era, knows a little bit.
But the latter obviously would not betray him.
Silence!
The terrible silence!
The atmosphere in the room became extremely oppressive in a matter of seconds, even suffocating the two female red-robed mages who were accompanying him.
This was the first time they saw the leader of the Necromancer faction in such a dilemma.
Fortunately!
Sazastan is an absolutely rational person. After being silent for a long time, he did not take any drastic action that would cause misunderstanding.
I saw him first raising his hand to signal all the 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 Talk and it is best to reach an agreement that is acceptable to both parties
Don't worry, I have no interest in controlling or dominating Sale.
Because as the population dwindles, this place has become a veritable place abandoned by the gods.
After all, there is no faith without population.
I just don’t want Cyr and the Red Mage organization to collapse and ultimately take advantage of the Mulhorand Empire and the pantheon they believe in.
You have to understand that the balance among the gods in Faerûn is very fragile.
Once it is broken, it will inevitably trigger a large-scale divine war.
So I can help you unify Ser, but you must also pay a small price. "
Speaking, Zuo Si raised his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.
"A small price? ”
Looking at the little space between the opponent’s fingers, Sazastan suddenly laughed angrily.
Because he would not be stupid enough to believe what came from the mouth of a big devil.
Especially because this big devil has only recently made a lot of noise in Baator Hell, and has even begun to form a duopoly on an equal footing with Asmodeus.
Because the losses he suffered back then were so profound, Sazastan has been paying special attention to the situation in Baator Hell, and has also established his own stronghold in the huge cyberpunk city.
Basically, he will get the news as soon as possible about anything happening there.