A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Sazastan is mobilizing the Ring Master of the Necronomicon Faction!"

"No! Not only the ring master! There are also vampire generals and undead armies in the provinces he controls!"

"What? Mobilize the army? What does he want to do? Is he crazy?"

"Can we interpret this as a signal for all-out war?"

"Probably not! Sazastan's army has not crossed the border, it is just mobilizing on its own territory. Don't forget, he has several portals of his own. Maybe there is some big move outside of Sere."

"Can you find out where he sent his people?"

"Obviously not. But there are rumors that he seemed to have visited Baldur's Gate before."

"Baldur's Gate? Isn't that the sphere of influence of Soth?"

"Yes! This is what worries me the most. If these two guys cooperate or form an alliance, it will definitely not be good news for us. In addition, there is intelligence that Velsharon's followers have also appeared in large numbers over there."

"Now what?"

"We also sent some people to Baldur's Gate to investigate the situation."

…

After a brief exchange, the red-robed chiefs who opposed Sazastan quickly made a decision.

In less than a few hours, people living in Baldur's Gate noticed that there were suddenly more images of mages wearing red robes and hoods on the streets.

Some of them formed small groups in small groups, while others were accompanied by a few to a dozen heavily armed mercenaries.

If it were in the past, Grand Duke Iltan, who controlled the Flame Fist mercenaries, would definitely have noticed something was wrong and immediately launched an investigation.

But the problem is, he is now lying unconscious in bed due to poisoning, unable to handle anything at all.

Moreover, all the close friends around him were basically replaced by shape-shifters, and no one asked a priest to treat them at all. In this way, the toxins were allowed to continuously erode the body and even the brain.

If nothing else goes wrong, in a few days this legendary warrior will breathe his last breath in an extremely painful way.

Of course, his political ally, the Duke of Silvershield, wasn't much better.

He was actually attacked by "Zhentarim Assassins" in his own home, and his wife and son were all killed.

Only one daughter, Shi Ji, who ran away from home and disappeared without a trace, survived by luck.

As for why this Zhentarim assassin is in quotation marks, it is naturally because it was not done by them at all, but was deliberately arranged by Sarevok's men.

The purpose is also very simple.

On the one hand, it is to eradicate Duke Silvershield;

On the other hand, they can publicize the evil, cruelty, and unscrupulousness of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim Order, making the people hate them even more, thus paving the way for the next dispatch of troops.

Anyway, these guys have a terrible reputation in Faerûn, and they have done countless evil things.

As the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you won't be itchy, if you have too many debts, you won't have to worry.

So the Zhentarim themselves don't really care if they take the blame.

However, a large number of red-robed mages from different factions and their subordinates appeared at the same time, so naturally there would be some open and covert fighting.

In just a few days, the security situation in Baldur's Gate City has deteriorated sharply, with conflicts breaking out almost every day.

In particular, the destructive power of mages is simply unmatched by other professions.

Often a third-ring spell thrown out can cause unimaginable large-scale damage.

Fire and lightning magic can even cause terrible fires.

Coupled with the fact that the selfish red-robed mages didn't care whether innocent people were hurt, and occasionally would pull up corpses that died during battles to serve as undead cannon fodder, ordinary people soon couldn't stand it.

Not to mention ordinary people who had no ability to resist, even the Flame Fist mercenaries responsible for law enforcement were killed several times.

Chaos, fear, and unrest quickly spread around Baldur's Gate.

Many surrounding towns suffered heavy losses from the internal fighting among the red wizards.

After all, these are three forces, not two.

Among them, Vesharun is one faction, Szazastan is another faction, and Aznar Sruel and his allies are another faction.

Since the three parties are enemies with each other and cannot communicate effectively, and they all believe that the other party is up to a shocking conspiracy, they are particularly vicious in their attacks.

Although the number of mage casualties was not high, the number of deaths among their private armies, mercenaries, and guards soon reached two to three hundred.

You must know that these are not soldiers in the ordinary army who do not even have the LV1 warrior level.

Instead, they are high-level mercenaries with at least LV5 warrior, thief, ranger, bard, barbarian and other professions.

What's even more interesting is that the unusual behavior of the red wizards quickly aroused the alert of the Harper Alliance and the Zhentarim, and even several nearby Druids also joined in.

There is no doubt that things have developed to this point and are far beyond Sarevok's control.

At this moment, he was standing in a secret stronghold in the sewers of Baldur's Gate, listening to the reports from his trusted subordinates, with a solemn expression on his face, and his eyes shining with anger and annoyance.

After several minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked: "Why did those red-robed mages suddenly appear in Baldur's Gate in large numbers? What are their intentions and purposes?"

"Sorry, Master.

All we know right now is that they are not the same group.

Instead, they were divided into at least three factions, fighting and killing each other.

As for why, we don’t have any eyes and ears in Sale, so we don’t know at all.

But the mind flayers who migrated from Amn seem to have formed an alliance with one of the red wizards. "

A thief, wrapped in a black cloak and hood, answered cautiously.

It is not difficult to tell from this guy's identifiable clothing and attire that he is a spy lurking within the Amn Shadow Thieves Guild, using the power of the shadow thieves to find out information for the son of Baal in front of him.

After all, it only took Sarevok a few years from the time he learned his true identity to start planning, and it was impossible for the stall to be that big.

In many cases, they either cooperate with other forces, install spies or bribe their senior leaders, and use the strength of the other party to achieve their own goals.

So far, this bald man, who is 1.9 meters tall and nearly 2 meters tall, has not only ousted the leader of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Baldur's Gate, but has also maintained a relationship with the mind flayers, shapeshifters, Irenikas and other forces. Close working relationship.

In addition, he also acted as a "filial son" not long ago, killing his adoptive father and his close allies, swallowing up the Iron Throne Chamber of Commerce, and using the wealth he had accumulated over the years to recruit troops.

At present, a private army of about a thousand people has been assembled, and he plans to mix these people into it as soon as he gets the command of the Flame Fist mercenaries to ensure that the army can obey his orders 100%.

As for the reinforcements from the Alliance of Lords in the north, led by Waterdeep City, Sarevok didn't want these nosy guys to come over at all.

the reason is simple!

What he wants is to start a bloody massacre to strengthen the divine power and divinity in his body.

Once the reinforcements from the Alliance of Lords discover that the Baldur's Gate army is nothing more than a group of bloodthirsty thugs, they might turn their backs on the enemy and turn them around.

As a descendant of the God of Murder, Sarevok knows better than most of his brothers and sisters that he cannot go together with the good and lawful alignments.

Just when he opened his mouth to ask for details, a man dressed as a spellcaster ran in from outside in a panic and said in a hurried tone: "Something is going wrong!

I just got the exact news.

Your brother named Aberdare found the location of the bandit camp and rushed in to start a killing spree.

Right now it has completely turned into a purgatory of blood and broken corpses.

Various mutilated corpses and internal organs falling from the body were everywhere. "

What? What did you say? Repeat it to me! "

Sarevok's voice suddenly rose an octave.

You must know that there are a full four hundred robbery gangs in the bandit camp consisting of hobgoblins, humans, orcs, half-orcs, ogres and jackals.

Even if he did it himself, it would take a lot of effort to kill them all.

But now I just said it was gone.

“Our bandit camp is doomed.

Merchants and adventurers should be able to spread the news back to Baldur's Gate in a few days at most.

You'd better make plans quickly.

Once the bandits stop raging, I am afraid that Duke Bert, who represents the interests of merchants, will immediately ask for troops.

You must become the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate before then, or risk being peach-picked. "

The man dressed as a mage quickly issued a serious warning.

Although the Merchant Alliance and the Seven Sun Merchant Alliance have been infiltrated by shapeshifters, they are still far from complete control.

This also means that Duke Bert is still a quite powerful political leader.

Especially when Duke Silvershield was killed and Duke Iltan was poisoned and fell unconscious, he was the most powerful person in Baldur's Gate.

In contrast, Grand Duchess Lila Janus is more often responsible for handling relations with major temples, and her real power and wealth are very limited.

"Damn! Who the hell can tell me what the hell is going on? How could Aberdare suddenly have such strength? Has the divinity and power in his body also awakened?" Sarevok roared angrily. .

Just looking through the first few reward orders ranging from one hundred to five hundred, it is not difficult to see that he did not take this half-brother seriously at all in the beginning.

In fact, the main purpose of launching the raid near Candlekeep was not to kill Aberdare, but to kill Gillian, an old mage and priest who was extremely threatening and knew the secrets of the Sons of Baal.

However, it is not ruled out that there may be some personal grudges involved.

After all, when Gillian rushed into the sacrifice ceremony of Baal believers, a total of two children managed to escape the fate of being brutally killed.

One of them was Aberdare, who was later adopted by him, and the other who took advantage of the chaos to escape was Sarevok.

So after learning the truth and watching the former being carefully cared for by his adoptive father and growing up little by little in an environment full of love and warmth, the latter had never thought in his heart, "How wonderful it would be if the adopted person were me." "It's weird to think like that.

In fact, Sarevok himself didn't quite know what kind of mentality he had in killing Gillian.

But what is certain is that he never paid attention to this brother from beginning to end, even if the other brother was taller and stronger than himself (Aberdare was 2.13 meters tall).

The mage smiled bitterly and explained: "I'm sorry, Master.

There were no survivors, so we're not sure exactly what happened.

The information obtained through the Speak with the Dead spell is vague.

They didn't even see clearly how they were killed.

Most of the corpses also showed signs of being bitten and clawed by giant beasts in many places.

Although there is a bear in Aberdare's team, I personally prefer the intervention of an outside force, possibly a nearby Druid sect.

Otherwise, Aberdare has the ability to transform into a killer just like you.

I think the second possibility is unlikely.

The accumulation of divinity and divine power is gradual and cannot occur suddenly. "

"External forces..."

Sarevok narrowed his eyes and fell into thought.

Almost at the same time, more than ten kilometers away from the bandit camp where corpses were everywhere, Aberdare and his party were sitting around a campfire celebrating this unprecedented victory.

All kinds of precious magic items, scrolls, equipment, gold and silver currencies, precious metal trade strips and other valuable things were all dumped on the ground.

You don't need to ask to know that all these things were taken by bandits during this period of time, including robbery, murder, and goods.

But now, it's all their spoils.

Imon, who has a lively and active personality, kept screaming with excitement, grabbing a lot of gold and silver coins and throwing them into the air to vent the excitement in his heart.

Without a doubt, the battle at the bandit camp was the most tense and exciting battle she had experienced since leaving Candlekeep.

Despite the help of the white bear cub Atio, everyone is still in danger.

In the end, it was thanks to Aberdare's sudden outburst that he finally defeated the enemy leader without any danger.

At this moment, Jasira was staring at the son of Baal with very concerned eyes, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you sure you are really fine?"

"Of course! I'm fine now!"

Aberdare raised his arms and struck a strong pose, grinning with a confident smile.

Because in the battle just now, he killed more than forty bandits by himself, and he could feel that he would never get tired in the crazy killing.

Especially when the fight is on the rise, the strength, constitution and agility attributes will be greatly increased, and the skin will also show an unusual and weird color.

The last few ogres, who were extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary warriors, were even suppressed in the collision of pure power, and were finally killed by a sword.

"I think it's better to be careful. You must know that the expression on your face before was as terrifying as a hungry ghost."

There was obvious tension and anxiety in Jasira's tone.

As a friend of Gillian and a member of the Harpers Alliance, she was very aware of the evil and filthy blood flowing in the body of this young man in front of her who was always secretly staring at her with lustful eyes.

"Haha! There's nothing to worry about! What's wrong with having a ferocious expression when facing the enemy? At least you can scare the enemy."

Imoen still looked careless, constantly rummaging through the trophies for "little gadgets" that interested him.

Since developing a strong interest in arcane magic, she has become passionate about collecting various magic items and scrolls and never tires of doing so.

Noticing that the little girl who dyed her hair pink started to make jokes again, Jasila immediately scolded her angrily: "Don't think this is a trivial matter.

There are many people in the world who are addicted to killing and eventually become crazy.

I don't want Gillian's child to look like that.

Also, where did the Ring of the Ram that you used in the battle just come from?

As far as I know, that thing is not cheap, and it can't be bought just anywhere. "

"Uh--I found this from the corpses of some bandits before I met you and Khalid."

Imoen lied casually.

The girl has not forgotten that she promised Zuo Si to keep the meeting of Friendly Arms secret.

But how could such a clumsy lie possibly deceive a senior harpist.

Jasila questioned unceremoniously: "Can robbers afford a ram's ring worth tens of thousands of gold coins? If they can afford such a high-level magic item, they still have to risk their lives for some money. Do you have a business that involves highway robbery?"

"Maybe they robbed it from the victim?" Imoen said guiltily.

"Hmph! Do you think someone who can wear the Ring of the Ram can't even deal with a few bandits?"

Jasira's tone suddenly became very stern, and her eyes were full of scrutiny.

No need to ask, she knew that she had already noticed the extra ram's ring on Imon's hand.

After all, the shape of this thing is so unique, it looks like a sheep's head.

Coupled with the ability to identify magic items accumulated through years of adventure, it is not a matter of minutes to figure out whether it is real.

It’s just that Jasira is not sure how Imoen obtained the Ring of the Ram.

After all, the girl is a thief with good pickpocketing skills.

Anyone who has been teammates with thieves knows how weak these guys are. They want to steal other people's valuable things when they see them.

She originally thought that this ring should have been stolen from an adventurer.

He was even mentally prepared to be caught up and prosecuted.

But who knew that after so long, no owner came to the door.

Coupled with Montaro's inexplicable resurrection from the dead, Jasira believed that Imoen must have met someone at Friendly Arms and received some help from him.

But she really couldn't figure out who she saw.

"Hey! Who knows?"

Seeing that her lie was exposed, the girl simply acted like a rogue and ran away to keep company with the white bear who was chewing on steel products.

Looking at the two extremely unreliable problem children, Imoen and Aberdare, and then at the Zhentarim spies Thrall and Montaro on the other side, Jasira suddenly felt tired.

She never dreamed that the journey would turn out like this.

Fortunately, the bandit camp was finally cleared, and the team could finally set off for Baldur's Gate after collecting the bounty.

As a druid, the messenger of nature, Jasira undoubtedly does not like cities.

Because in her view, cities are like scars standing one after another in nature, ugly and dirty.

Moreover, people living in cities always need to consume a lot of wood, so they greedily cut down forests and destroy the local ecological environment.

Although the faction that Jasira belongs to does not regard cities and civilization as natural enemies like the radical Druid sect, it will randomly select a town every once in a while and launch an attack to destroy it.

But we will also find ways to curb population growth and urban expansion.

But after experiencing the incident in the bandit camp, she felt that the letters and notes found in the leader's camp should be handed over to Baldur's Gate officials as soon as possible.

It's a pity that Jasira didn't know that Baldur's Gate had been in violent turmoil when she entered the dense forest.

It is estimated that when the team heads north and enters the city in a few days, Sarevok, the mastermind behind the scenes, will have already removed the last obstacle and successfully ascended the throne.

What will greet them then may not be hell-level survival difficulty.

…

At the same time, in the Xuanqi Hall in Baldur's Gate City, Zuo Si, who entered Baldur's Gate quietly, was having a pleasant conversation with a dwarf.

To be precise, the two parties have been talking here for several days, fully exchanging views on many philosophical and technical aspects.

Obviously, this dwarf is none other than Gond, the god of craftsmanship, who just gave him a big gift not long ago.

After finishing his meeting with Sazastan, Zuo Si stopped by to visit this quite interesting god in the spirit of coming.

It’s interesting because Gond’s character is just like many stereotyped genius scientists. He doesn’t care at all about the conflict between justice and evil, order and chaos. He only wants to promote the advancement of inventions, technology and craftsmanship.

He and his church are basically like the residents of Lantan Island, always keeping a certain distance from other gods and appearing slightly lonely.

If it weren't for the fact that inventing, creating and improving craftsmanship requires a huge amount of supplies and rare and precious materials, I believe these tech geeks would not cooperate with the businessmen in the Church of Woking, the goddess of wealth.

After all, they do not invent and create to make more money, nor for fame, but to enjoy the joy and sense of accomplishment that comes after success.

This is completely different from the situation on earth.

At the moment, Zuo Si was holding a small box of granular gray substance in his hand and asked with interest: "Is this the smoky gunpowder you taught to the residents of Lantan Island? It is actually made of some special minerals mixed with flame and air elements. Made of granules!”

"Ha ha ha ha!

Incredible, right?

In some of the worlds you've been to, most gunpowder relies on violent combustion to generate heat, which expands the gas and creates propulsion.

But in Faerûn, many of the chemistry of other worlds don't apply here.

In particular, the ubiquitous interference of magical energy can make even slightly more complex chemical reactions completely unrecognizable.

I believe you should have a deep understanding of this.

But as the saying goes, when a door closes, a window often opens.

Although complex chemical reactions cannot be realized in Faerûn, there are very unique element and energy reactions here.

Especially in the underground mineral veins, more magical energy is hidden over time.

This is why gems produced from the ground are usually essential materials for making magic items.

So I invented a magical technique that allows priests to extract the energy from the residue in the veins and turn it into the smoky gunpowder you see now.

With it, muskets and artillery naturally emerged.

Therefore, the firearms produced on Lantan Island are all alchemical items, not the industrialized assembly line weapons that can be mass-produced and installed in parallel in your impression. "

When saying these words, Gond was obviously very happy, and could even be said to be dancing a little.

Coupled with his dwarf height and very funny expression, it is really difficult for people to associate him with a majestic god.

"It is indeed a wild imagination."

As he spoke, Zuo Si stuffed the smoky gunpowder particles into the barrel of a flintlock gun that looked like an eighteenth-century style, then stuffed a heavy metal projectile engraved with exquisite magic patterns and symbols into it, and aimed it at the person behind. The wall pulled the trigger.

The next second...

boom!

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

With the sound of the trigger being pulled, an entire wall that was three to four meters thick collapsed, and countless masonry and debris flew everywhere.

Fortunately, all the priests living here were kicked out, otherwise they would most likely have had a heart attack due to fright.

After the smoke and dust in the sky dissipated, Zuo Si saw that the force field impact caused by the projectiles launched had completely destroyed the room on the other side of the wall.

Whether it was marble columns, furniture or other furnishings, or ceilings, they were all broken into tiny pieces as if they were being plowed by artillery, and the ground became pitted.

There is no doubt that the culprit behind all this is not only the seemingly backward alchemy gun in his hand, but also the enchanted projectile that quickly disintegrated and dissipated after being fired.

In terms of power, magic weapons are much more terrifying than ordinary thermal weapons on earth.

Even if a small pistol pellet is like this, let alone the oversized pellet stuffed into the barrel, it can definitely blast the entire Xuanqi Hall and all the surrounding buildings into rubble with one shot.

After all, the damage caused by a magic force field is much more terrifying than the impact caused by a chemical explosion.

The latter's destructive power will quickly weaken after passing through several walls and a certain distance. If the damage caused by splashing fragments is removed, the killing radius is far less large than people imagine.

But the former can always exist as long as it maintains enough magical energy to sustain it and is not destroyed by some specific spells.

Coupled with the violent collision and squeezing caused by the projectile's ultra-high rate of fire, even a high-level warrior would be left half disabled after one shot.

In addition, bullets can also increase penetration by increasing the enchantment level, attaching a wide range of fire, frost, lightning, sonic and acid damage, and even making bullets with effects such as dispel magic and dissociation.

The only drawback is one word - expensive!

Whether it's an alchemical musket or a variety of enchanted projectiles, their prices are beyond the reach of ordinary adventurers.

To be precise, this is a common problem with almost all high-level magic items, and it is also the reason why magic is difficult to popularize and completely replace technology.

Looking at the place that had become a ruin, Gond immediately hooked his fingers, used his divine power to restore everything to its original state, and then said in a slightly helpless tone: "There is no way.

In Toril, magic is the most powerful force.

It suppresses technology and craftsmanship to a certain extent.

I can only find another way to give my believers some strength to fight against.

And most of my followers are unable to integrate magic into technology and create something refreshing like you. "

"That's because the inventors on Lantan Island are too extreme and always want to prove that they can achieve many incredible feats even without the help of magic.

Otherwise, with their level of intelligence, it shouldn't be difficult to become a mage.

In my opinion, magic is an objective existence in this world, just like gods and beliefs.

If this is the case, why should we resist and reject it?

I believe you should know from Ogma, the god of knowledge, that I come from a world where there are no real gods and magic and where materialism is extremely respected.

But now I am not just learning magic, but also using divine arts. I even maintain good cooperative relations with many gods.

Many times, the obstacles that hinder a person's progress are not weakness and ignorance, but arrogance in mind and spirit. "

Zuo Si fiddled with the alchemy gun in his hand and explained his ideas to the God of Craftsmanship.

In his view, it is undoubtedly foolish to exclude objectively existing things through subjective consciousness and emotion.

Because things that exist objectively are not subject to human will.

"Then what do you think should be done to change the current situation on Lantan Island?" Gond asked with a frown.

Zuo Si smiled and replied: "It's very simple, just let them have more contact with the outside world.

The reason why Lantan Island became like that in the past was mainly because it was too closed and did not have much trade, ideological and cultural exchanges with the mainland.

But now that there are airships on fixed routes, I believe they will soon be exposed to new things outside, which will trigger their own changes.

After my west coast empire is established, I will also cooperate with Lantan Island in terms of technology and craftsmanship.

It won't be long before those inventors realize that learning arcane magic, far from affecting their creativity, can actually draw more inspiration from it.

Moreover, technology and craftsmanship not only need to compete with each other, but also require a large and dynamic market to digest them, and then continuously generate profits to feed back to its creators.

This is a very complicated system, and it will take me and the goddess of wealth Waking some time to complete it, please wait and see. "

"You mean...business, craftsmanship, technology and invention are actually closely tied together?"

Gond seemed to understand something, his eyes flashed with surprise.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly and explained: "No, it's not just these, there is also a strong country and government.

Among them, the state is responsible for providing law, order and fair competition in the market, as well as the protection of personal safety and personal property.

Without these, a unified market cannot be formed, let alone the prosperity of commerce and trade.

In turn, the prosperity of business and trade will promote the development of all walks of life, allowing people to have a better life and afford more goods, and the government and the country can also obtain more tax revenue.

When people and countries become wealthy, they will naturally be eager for more novel inventions to improve the less convenient aspects of daily life.

Inventions and creations should not be like castles in the air without any support, floating high in the sky and out of reach of people.

It should exist to meet some of people's needs.

Only in this way will this virtuous cycle continue until the accumulation changes to a qualitative change, triggering a chain reaction.

In addition, I recommend you to read the book "Productivity and Production Relations" by Ogma, the God of Knowledge, as well as the part about the industrial revolution in the modern history of another world.

After reading this, I believe you will have a clear understanding of this cycle. "

Gond nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I'll take some time to check it out later. Oh, by the way, do you need me to give you a hint about the drastic changes taking place in Baldur's Gate? "

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, but it is not necessary. Because whether it is Sarevok or other guys who want to fish in troubled waters, they are all under my watch."

Zuo Si smiled and expressed his gratitude to the God of Craftsmen.

Although it was their first meeting, both sides unanimously confirmed the identity of each other's allies.

"What about Velsharon and his plan to become a god?"

Gond asked again with a half-smile.

This time Zuo Si did not continue to shirk, but asked very humbly: "Do you know what he dug up in Zichen Plain?"

"Um!

The God of Storms left something extraordinary in the ancient ruins of the desert.

Although I can't go into too much detail, you can take a closer look at the boy's right eye when you go back.

Remember to be careful!

The power of that thing is comparable to a high-level artifact. If it is accidentally activated, it may turn the entire Askatra and Amn into ruins. "

After saying this, Gond turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.

"As powerful as a high-level artifact? Something left by Talos, the God of Storms?"

Zuo Si touched his chin with an interested expression.

There is no doubt that Talos, the Storm God, is a very ancient god. Legend has it that he was born from the first battle between the twin goddesses of creation, Shar and Selun.

If this legend is true, then Talos, like the God of War Tempus, the Goddess of Magic and many other first-generation gods, was born a god.

The areas he controls are not just storms, but include fires, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, thunder and lightning, and a series of natural disasters that symbolize destruction.

The raging gods under his command sustain themselves not by the faith of mortals, but by their awe and fear.

And because his incarnation image often has one eye intact and the other eye with an eyepatch, many people believe that Talos has a certain connection with the orc god Gruumsh, and it is very likely that Talos is two aspects split from one god. .

In the universe where the planet Toril is located, this is not something worth fussing about.

For example, the current trinity wife of Corellon, the main god of the elven pantheon, has three aspects at the same time;

Mulhorand's god of war, Anhor, is also called Laman in the Unther Empire, and the goddess Isis is called Ishtar.

In addition, the evil dragon god Tiamat also has an aspect called "Taksis, the Queen of Darkness" in the world of Klein where the Dragonlance story takes place.

In short, any powerful god with widespread influence often has more than one name and identity.

It's like you use an account to log in to a chat software, then join a different chat group, and change your business card in the group.

Under normal circumstances, all the aspects of a god will be very close to its alignment, and there will not be a situation where one aspect is good and the other is evil.

Otherwise, the divine spark located in the outer plane will be torn apart, and eventually evolve into two completely different gods, or even gods that are antagonistic and hostile to each other.

This can be seen from the split of Taiji, the goddess of luck, into Taimora, the goddess of luck, and Benshaba, the goddess of misfortune.

As the oldest god in the crystal wall system, Talos undoubtedly has many faces, and his names are so many that they cannot be remembered on a page of parchment.

He has been widely worshiped as a god since the ancient aboleths founded their underwater empire.

Later, after the creator race rose, he was also worshiped as the most important god.

As for the later eras of giants and dragons, and the era of elves, Talos also firmly maintained his throne of powerful divine power.

When human civilization began to rise, in order to appease this evil god who could cause horrific natural disasters, even the great arcanists of Netherese, who disdained the gods, maintained their most basic respect for him.

When some scholars excavated ancient tombs, they could even find dozens or twenty types of Talos statues and shrines with different names.

Coupled with the freewheeling character of the chaotic camp, no one can really investigate the source behind Talos, the Storm God.

Maybe Shar knows, Selun knows, the God of War Tempus knows, the Earth Mother Goddess Changdea knows, and the God of Knowledge Ogma may also know, but the other gods may not necessarily know.

There is no doubt that Gond's words successfully aroused Zuo Si's strong curiosity.

He really wanted to find out what exactly the things Talos, the God of Storms, left behind in the Purple Dust Plain, and why he could make a mortal become a demigod with weak divine power.

With this thought, Zuo Si ignored the red-robed mages who were fighting to the death inside and outside Baldur's Gate, and directly used teleportation magic to return to the mage tower in Askatra.

But as soon as he walked out of the teleportation room, the tower consciousness directly sent a notification, saying that a guest from afar was waiting in the living room.

guest?

Zuo Si was obviously a little confused.

Because the tower consciousness did not announce the other party's name, this meant that the visitor was not anyone he had seen before.

This moment aroused his interest, and he immediately came to the reception room without stopping.

As soon as he walked in the door, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw a pool of humanoid creatures made of swollen skin and rotten flesh, sitting on the sofa like a fat house, eating various snacks from modern society on earth, and drinking water including Happy Fat House water. There are dozens of different flavors of drinks, and from time to time you will make a pig-like grunt of satisfaction.

This pile of rotten flesh wore a golden crown inlaid with gems on its head, a gorgeous magic robe on its body, and a strange-shaped staff at its feet.

Judging from the arcane aura released by these three magic items, they are legendary magic items even if they are not artifacts.

As for the other magic rings and amulets worn, there are even more.

The most important thing is that what this guy releases from his body is out-and-out negative energy.

In other words, he is an undead creature - a lich.

Because both his appearance and identity were so identifiable, Zuo Si didn't have any difficulty in recognizing that the visitor was none other than one of the few great arcanists left over from the Netheril era, known as the "Undead." "Owo.

His unique necromancy skills allowed him to retain his humanity and various desires after becoming a lich.

Back then, he almost fell in love with the black staff of Kelburn because he fell in love with Lyla, the chosen one of the goddess of magic.

The phylactery shattering technique he invented made him truly unkillable...