The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 884 Cyric's Misfortune
Zhentil Fort was originally just a small trading camp located on the north side of the Moon Sea, and it was destroyed many times in various natural and man-made disasters.However, it is undeniable that Zhentil Castle has become the most powerful city in the entire Moon Sea region since its development.

Of course, this was a story half a year ago. At that time, Zhentil Fort had 12 citizens and [-] slaves, with a large population and a strong military.

Today Zhentil Castle has become extremely weak. Her citizens and servants almost shed the last drop of blood in Taisway. At least [-] citizens and [-] slaves were buried there. In the hell of flesh and blood.

Although many people knew that most of those victims had actually become captives of the damned Valemen, they still treated them as dead in battle.

Not only the threat from foreign enemies weakened Zhentil Castle, but the balance of power inside Zhentil Castle was also broken due to the disastrous defeat of various forces in Taisway, and the struggle between them became fierce and fierce. cruel.

It is precisely because of this situation of internal and external difficulties that the order in Zhentil Castle has become chaotic, and various vicious incidents have emerged one after another, like a furnace of hell that is fermenting.

It was at this time that the great Cyric returned to his hometown. After several calculations and many adventures in the City of Glory, he finally grabbed the richest piece of cake among the saints and human elites.

Cyric, a once humble mortal, was a lonely thief and killer who ran around the streets of Zhentil Castle. He was rewarded by the god Io and promoted to the great god Cyric.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometowns, like walking in brocade clothes at night.Like the great Cyric, who is full of five poisons, it is even more difficult to refuse this wonderful moment of returning to his hometown to show off. He returned to Zhentil Castle and found the Thieves Guild that once controlled him, the place that once hid Cyric's dark past.

It's a pity that the underground lair of the Thieves Guild, where a large number of thieves once gathered, is now empty and there are not many people to be found.

The new god grabbed an old and skinny guy, and asked viciously, "Where are the people here? Where have all those damn rats and cockroaches (meaning thieves) gone?"

The old man was no stranger to Cyric, he had even taught him, and of course hurt him.

The old man was a little frightened and flattered and said: "Oh! Dear Cyric, you dare to come back at this time, this is not a good choice. I heard that you went to Waterdeep City, followed by a group of very capable guys Go on an adventure, you shouldn't be coming back."

Cyric said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense! Answer my question!"

The old man said with a gloomy expression: "Dead! The little cubs were forced to go to the battlefield by the big men, and they all died! Even if they didn't die, they became the slaves of the southerners, waiting to do hard work for a lifetime!"

The power of God made it easy for Cyric to tell that the old man was not lying, but this made him very angry.He didn't come here just to take revenge on his former friends, but also to gather a group of useful servants.

Io says: From this day on, your strength will be determined by the number and loyalty of your followers.

As a new god, Cyric grasped the essence of this rule right away, but unfortunately, there was an accident in the first step of the plan, and Cyric, who has just become a god, naturally does not like this kind of accident.

He grabbed the old thief's bones with the power of death, and while torturing him cruelly, he whispered viciously: "Decrepit old thing! Now standing in front of you is a supreme god, you should lie on your knees in humility O earth, say my name with most sincere and awe-inspiring thoughts! Praise Cyric, king of the dead!"

After speaking, Cyric stripped his flesh and blood in the old man's terrified wailing, leaving only a pair of bloody human bones.But the old man is still alive, just as an immortal skeleton demon.

Cyric killed and transformed many unfortunate guys that could be found underground into undead monsters. Since the first plan failed, he was going to execute the second plan, which was to go to Bane's temple.

Bane's temple is not on the ground of Zhentil Keep, but floating in the sky.

100 years ago, the spies of Zhentil Castle discovered a floating rock above Tesen Valley. Manson, one of the lords of Zhentil Castle, occupied this floating rock and formed an alliance with the beholder who controlled the floating rock on it.

Afterwards, Lord Manson transformed the floating rock into Bane's temple, and claimed that only in the floating temple can he truly establish the closest connection with the gods in the sky, and then he almost controlled the power of Zhentil Castle All Bane disciples within range.

Cyric didn't know it before, but now that he has become a god, he can easily discover the truth.For example, the voice that established a direct dialogue with the believers did not come from Bane, but a beholder lord named Sandriver.

The floating castle is the safest and most important core of Zhentil Castle, and it is also the headquarters of the Zhentarim Society.When Cyric entered the Floating Fortress, there was a heated brawl going on here.

Five lords are arguing endlessly over the future of Zhentil Castle. Half a year ago, there should have been at least seventeen lords here, and each lord ruled a part of Zhentil Castle.

It's just that in the past six months, at least four lords died on the battlefield of Taisway, and three lords died in assassinations. Although everyone claimed that those assassins came from Shadow Valley or Dagger Valley, people knew that those The poor guy actually died in the internal struggle of Zhentil Castle, and the remaining five lords were unable to return to other places, or they were unwilling to come back to die.

It was amidst these quarrels that Cyric came before the lords, and the Lord Priest of the Black Altar, servant of Bane, was the first to discover the identity of the trespasser, a great god.

Of course, this stems from Cyric's almost undisguised revealing of his true nature.

Cyric was about to announce his arrival to the masters of Zhentil Keep, when suddenly there was a chaotic noise from outside the temple council, and then a panic-stricken Priest Bane broke into the venue, screaming at the top of his voice: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! An enemy riding a flying horse launched a surprise attack on us from the air! There are more terrifying troops approaching the walls of Zhentil Castle!"

It was another sudden accident, and Cyric was the most angry. He directly ignited the messenger with divine power, turning him into a burning torch, and then the newly appointed god of death teleported outside. Severely punish those blasphemers who wantonly disturbed his plan.

But before the city lords who were discussing the matter rushed out of the meeting hall, a figure pierced through the wall of the hall like a cannonball and slammed in front of everyone.

Several panicked Zhentil Castle lords took a closer look, but who was it if it wasn't Cyric who rushed out just now? !

It can only be said that it goes fast and comes back fast!But I don't know who can make this god's incarnation so embarrassed, is there a god outside?
This was the thought in the mind of the priest-lord who knew Cyric's true nature.

At this time, a tall figure walked into the hall with heavy steps. He was so stalwart, like a wild god of war who had just stepped out of a wild epic. A huge ax was held in the opponent's hand, and the jagged ax A frightening cold light radiated from the blade.

Cyric got up from the ground in embarrassment, the might of divine power allowed him to recover quickly even if he suffered an extremely heavy blow.

His eyes were not on the giant man who was striding forward with an axe, but stared viciously at another figure beside him. The man was slender, wearing a silver battle armor, and held the Yanling sword upside down in his left hand. , but holding a golden short staff in his right hand, he floated into the hall with a calm and elegant gait.

But who is it not William!

Cyric glared at William and screamed angrily: "What are you! Lowly mortal! I am a god! I am Cyric, the great Lord of Death! You fool! You should kneel on my knees like an ant. In front of you!"

However, William suddenly flashed in front of Cyric like a ghost, and "lightly" poked the new god's abdomen with the golden scepter in his hand, as if he didn't use much force.

But Cyric fell to his knees on the ground with his arms around his abdomen as if he had been severely injured, and let out a hoarse scream.

The power from the golden scepter shattered his breastbone and internal organs, and Cyric clearly felt that his avatar carrier was collapsing, even if he continued to bless his divine power, he still couldn't do what he wanted.

The key is that William did not stop attacking Cyric. Although the scepter that once belonged to the gods (now belongs to Mishaer) cannot directly kill Cyric's essence, it has been destroying Cyric in the main material plane. The root of dependence - Cyric was once a mortal body.

This is undoubtedly an extremely fatal injury to Cyric.

God God Io stipulates that the foundation of gods lies in believers.And Cyric, as a newly promoted god, has almost no foundation in himself, and he has not yet absorbed his own followers.If Cyric is really driven out of the main material plane by William, then it will be very difficult for him to find a chance to come to the main material plane, unless he can re-confuse a few believers who are willing to believe in him.

As a god who is almost omniscient, Cyric knows very well that if he is expelled from Faerun, then his end will be very miserable, even more miserable than those old gods who are about to be forgotten.

So as William continued to attack, the anger in Cyric's heart gradually turned into fear and panic. He finally became a god, and for this reason he gave up the last bit of humanity and stabbed his best comrade in the back. Best friends, best love.

The mentality that once belonged to a small person returned to Cyric's mind, and he didn't want to let everything he had finally obtained come to nothing here.Cyric used the thieves method of a mortal to try his best to distance himself from William. Although this was not very effective, it gave him a little time to talk.

"Enough! King of mortals!" Cyric yelled, panting. "You shouldn't fight against the great gods! It's not good for you or your country!"

William glanced at the lords of Uthgar and Zhentil Castle next to him. They did not fight, but watched the battle between mortals and gods with complicated expressions or anxiety.

William sneered, and said to Cyric: "Against the gods? No! I have killed several gods and defeated them many times. In my eyes, gods are not great! Nor worthy of respect! "

Cyric's mind seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and now he finally understood the meaning in the eyes of those old gods when they heard that Cyric was going back to Zhentil Castle to develop believers.

Especially those old guys, in order to expand their beliefs, they did not hesitate to condescend to go to the Valley of Shadows to praise the stinky feet of a mortal king. At that time, Cyric laughed at them for having no cards.

Now Cyric turned his head and found that the clown was actually himself.

Cyric barely controlled the expression on his face, tried to put on a kind look and said: "King of mortals, you see that there is no hatred between us. Let us return to peace and find a relationship that is beneficial to both you and me." Ways to quell this sudden dispute."

"Sudden disputes? No, I don't think you understand the true meaning of this war, Mister God." William had a frightening grin on his face, and his eyes swept over the Zhentils again. Lord of the castle, and said in an almost icy tone: "This is an inevitable revenge!

When I self-awakened in Burning Valley (where William was elementalized in the Mokou Mountains) and caused the Tessa River to flood, the people around the Tessa River were displaced.

This is my sin, and I cannot shirk and argue.

But at this tragic moment, the people of Zhentil Castle have done a lot of things. They plundered the victims and enslaved the innocent, which aggravated my already heavy sins and made it difficult for me to detach myself from the mundane world.

Those who prevent others from becoming enlightened are like killing their parents!
Zhentil Keepers!This is the punishment you deserve for all your evil deeds!
And I am your retribution! "

William said half-truths and half-false reasons, and stared at Cyric with a fierce look, and continued to say in a deep voice:

"I know you! Cyric, a hero from the bottom of Zhentil Castle, a new god who has just ascended to the throne. I understand and appreciate your desire to protect your hometown.

However, this does not mean that I will show mercy to you.

I want to punish Zhentil Castle, and you have to defend your homeland. You and I are opposite each other, and the contradictions cannot be reconciled.I will use the most drastic method to create the most splendid ending for you! "

"Die! The god Cyric!" William shouted one last time, but rushed towards the god Cyric ferociously.

Cyric felt like beeping the dog, going to f--- to defend Zhentil Castle, if it wasn't for the purpose of recruiting manpower and cultivating believers, the god would have personally destroyed this hell on earth full of dirty memories and despair!

Cyric doesn't want to lose this most precious incarnation, after all, he represents his past and anchors the humanity that is being devoured by divinity.

So Cyric made an unexpected decision. He fell to the ground and shouted to William: "I surrender! King of mortals, please let me retain the right to walk in this world."

The five Zhentil Castle lords were very shocked by the surrender of Cyric, the incarnation of the god. They thought they could use the power of this new god to reverse the situation, but unfortunately the result was counterproductive.

What made the lords even more resentful was that the most powerful of them, the chief lord of Zhentil Castle, Archmage Manson, had already run away at some point, leaving only a fake clone in the around them.

(End of this chapter)