A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

It is different from many guys who become unscrupulous after gaining great power and are always thinking about getting what they want through killing, destruction and plunder.

Zuo Si, who has received a lot of modern education, has always believed that violence, like war, is the ultimate means to solve problems and achieve goals.

Unless absolutely necessary, if there are other methods, it is best not to use them.

Because once the conflict escalates to the level of battle and war, it means there is no room for relaxation.

The fight must be fought until the winner is completely decided or both sides suffer heavy losses and cannot continue the fight.

With the level of power Zuo Si has reached now, he might create an eternal enemy.

So he is often very cautious when choosing targets and how to deal with them.

Especially when facing a creature like a god, try to cooperate if you can choose to cooperate, trade if you can't, and if that doesn't work, use threats, intimidation, etc. to force the other party to make concessions.

Zuo Si basically adopts this strategy when dealing with gods such as Spider Goddess Rose and Night Goddess Shar who are always uneasy and kind-hearted.

Even if he decides to take action, he will first do everything possible to isolate the other party, and then find the right opportunity to recruit a large number of allies to launch a righteous gang fight.

So far, the only god who has actually taken action against him is Cyric, the Prince of Lies.

As for the spore god, Angel Poison Core, he is not a complete god in the strict sense. He was crippled by the divine impact scepter before he could even figure out all the power he possessed.

Although Iuz is only a demigod, he has established a realm in his empire called the Land of Bones, which is said to be created with the bones of countless people and many evil magic and divine powers.

As long as you are in it, you can get amazing combat power bonus.

Although he did not go to the outer plane to establish his own kingdom, he was not completely powerless to fight back.

At least it would be very difficult for the fighting incarnations of other gods to defeat Iuz in this realm. Otherwise, the sun god Pelor and other kind gods would have come down and hammered this troublemaker to death.

After all, there are no gods suppressing the world of Greyhawk, and Iuz is still the descendant of Graz'zt, the demon king. No matter how you look at it, he should be classified as the enemy of the gods.

Even if you really want to take it down, you may have to expose several of your trump cards.

In the end, after a short period of weighing the pros and cons, Zuo Si chose to cooperate with the other party.

As for the price Iuz paid, of course it was a lot of useful information and secrets about the world.

Including the legends and possible whereabouts of several artifacts, as well as the unknown privacy of his father and mother.

In short, just one sentence.

As long as the price is right, there is nothing that cannot be sold.

In return, Zuo Si not only promised not to target him, but also, as the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, would provide some support when he needed help.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zuo Si always felt that he had encountered a little too many "filial sons" recently.

Kurremus was one, as was the adopted son of the caravan leader, and so was the demonic demigod Iuz.

Is this what fate is hinting at?

Maybe he should go to Azeroth next door and witness the most famous scene of "bringing a dutiful son" Arthas and his father Terenas Menethil, a loving father and a dutiful son?

When the time comes, write down these stories and create an alternative version of "Twenty-Four Filial Piety" to spread across the multiverse to encourage sons and daughters who are thief-minded but not courageous to take action?

From the perspective of hell and the devil, this can undoubtedly greatly increase the power of the evil camp, and even use lies to package it into a spirit of resistance to patriarchal tyranny, distorting people's perceptions through constant beautification.

Just when Zuo Si saw off Iuz and turned to leave the cave, and his brain began to think divergently, a familiar figure blocked his way back to the caravan.

He has a bald head, a goatee, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle. He only has a black velvet jacket without too many gorgeous decorations. He is holding a handle that looks a bit like a double-edged sword with three large and small rings connected in the middle. +5 staff of fiery power.

Obviously, there is only one person dressed like Gray Eagle, and that is Mordenkainen, the most powerful mortal mage today.

Because when Iuz appeared just now, in order to prevent Zuo Si from making a sudden move, he summoned some power from the bottomless abyss.

Two of the creations, which were mixed together through Madam Fungi's mycelial spores and her own divine power, obviously had a certain impact on the surrounding environment, and thus attracted Mordenkainen's attention.

He had been searching for traces of Zuo Si around him, and after discovering it, he quickly rushed over to check the situation.

The two stared at each other for more than ten seconds. Finally, Mordenkainen broke the silence and asked first, "When did you get involved with the demon in the Abyss?"

"Don't get me wrong, the remnants of the abyss power in the cave behind you were not caused by me, but by Iuz." Zuo Si explained innocently.

After all, he was really innocent this time.

Whether he was forcibly summoned, or he accidentally got involved in the power struggle and conspiracy within the caravan and had a relationship with the demon demigod, he had no intention of actively causing trouble.

"Old man?"

Upon hearing Iuz's name, Mordenkainen's expression quickly became serious, and he frowned and continued to test: "Why did he show up? Normally, you shouldn't be enemies, right?"

As a legendary mage who has the ability to teleport across planes and has spent a lot of time exploring the mysteries of the outer planes, he obviously knows what Zuo Si has done in the abyss.

He is more aware of the grudges between Zuo Si, Faerûn's goddess of wealth Wojin and Graz'zt.

The most important thing is that he has already been to the ninth level of Baator Hell, bought many interesting products and specialties in the cyberpunk city, and knows the identity of the great devil Zuo Si.

So no matter from which perspective, it is normal that the relationship between the two should be hostile.

And judging from the situation at the scene, there was no fighting between the two sides.

Otherwise, several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers in a radius will be turned into scorched earth under the influence of the horrific fighting.

This has to make Mordenkainen have many associations and speculations.

Zuo Si smiled and replied: "We should indeed be enemies, at least before we meet.

But after meeting me, I discovered that he was not actually of the same mind as Liu Zhi, and was just using the latter's power to strengthen himself.

What's more, he gave so much that I didn't even know how to refuse.

Don't worry, the agreement I reached with him does not include changing the current situation in Greyhawk, it is limited to cooperation in the outer planes. "

"What happened to those dark elves who summoned you?"

Mordenkainen asked again calmly.

In his opinion, this matter was full of unusual weirdness from beginning to end.

After all, normally speaking, if those drow summoned Zuo Si to achieve a certain purpose or complete a transaction, then they should return immediately after finding out that the summoning was successful.

But the real situation is that the priest of the Spider Goddess Rose had no intention of killing him back. Instead, after the "Eight Leaves" mage left, he allowed Zuo Si to destroy the magic circle and seal and leave easily.

"you ask me?

How could I possibly know.

In fact, I am still confused about this matter.

You may not believe it, but I was still doing some magic experiments when I was summoned.

But those drow obviously used something incredibly powerful, which made me confused and unable to concentrate. I could only throw out a projection and let them pull it.

And for your sake, I didn’t do anything to Master Baye who took the initiative to attack.

So I'm the victim in this.

Even if there may be some conspiracy inside, it definitely has nothing to do with me.

To be precise, this was the first time I was forced to respond to prayers, sacrifices, and summonses after becoming the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell. "

Zuo Si stated his position and situation very simply.

Although he had already somewhat guessed what the followers of Rose were doing for such a big move, he would never reveal it to the archmage with the powerful hairstyle in front of him.

"Forced summons?"

Mordenkainen instantly grasped a key word. At the same time, he recalled the shattered powder placed on the top of the stone pillar, and instantly understood the role of the red crystal.

If nothing else, this should be a sub-artifact specially used to enhance the summoning effect.

Only the power of a sub-artifact can forcibly summon the projection of a great devil from the lower plane.

You must know that under normal circumstances, if a spellcaster wants to summon a powerful alien creature, he generally needs the other party's consent to succeed.

Especially for the demon lord of the abyss and the great devil of Baator Hell, only if the summoner's conditions and his own intentions make him interested, otherwise the magic ritual will most likely fail even if there are no errors.

After all, if this level of power could be successfully summoned casually, all the main material planes would have been in chaos.

But there are no exceptions.

Igwilf, the Witch Queen of the Greyhawk world, used his genius mind to invent a powerful conjuration magic that could ignore Graz'zt's own will and directly forcibly summon one of his projections to fight for him or to fight for him. It's service.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Liu Zhi knew it but did not explicitly refuse, allowing this mortal "wonderful woman" who dared to rape him to borrow a little bit of power.

Like this little game of love and killing, the lustful Lord Dark An would most likely enjoy it.

The theoretical basis for Igwilf's creation of this magic was also circulated in the form of notes in the hands of many evil forces.

After figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, Mordenkainen obviously relaxed a lot.

He was now certain that Zuo Si in front of him was not his enemy, at least not yet.

As for cooperation with Iuz, he, who always respected maintaining the balance between good and evil, didn't think there was any problem at all.

After all, Mordenkainen himself had cooperated with demonic forces more than once, and then quickly jumped back after the opponent's forces over-expanded, leading his troops to directly launch backstabbing on the spot.

It can be said that the speed and reasons for his rebellion are so fast that even the devil, who is famous for his capriciousness and arbitrary will, is defeated.

It can even be said that no camp or force in the entire Greyhawk world has any trust in Mordenkainen and his private army.

Whenever they appear on the battlefield, both warring parties will immediately heighten their vigilance and assume a defensive posture. The other side will not relax until it clearly chooses the target of the attack.

If Mordenkainen and Baye hadn't been powerful enough, and he himself had shown great potential to become a god, his forces would not have dared to offend him to death. Otherwise, with this behavior pattern, he wouldn't have been able to do it long ago. Both sides joined forces and were first pushed to the ground and beaten violently.

However, Mordenkainen obviously didn't care about the outside world's opinions and evaluations, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with maintaining his balance. He just looked at and analyzed the strength of Zuo Si's projection. After a while, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I believe you were forced to get involved in some unknown conspiracy. What are your plans next?"

"No special plans.

Now that I have come to Aos, I naturally want to walk around, look around, and appreciate the customs and customs of this world.

After all, this is just a projection and does not have the power of the real planeswalker, nor can it pose any threat to the gods, so there is no need for you to be so nervous.

And I really want to know what the dark elves who summoned me have planned. "

Zuo Si spread his hands and looked very calm and relaxed.

"Sorry, between the things you did in Faerûn, Baator Hell, and the Abyss, it's hard for me not to feel nervous.

Because your potential destructive power and lethality are too terrifying.

For any civilization in the world, it means a disaster of annihilation level.

Even if it's just a projection, it still shouldn't be underestimated.

If possible, I hope you can wear this ring when you are in Oslo.

It allows me to contact you immediately and lock the location when needed. "

As he spoke, Mordenkainen took out an ordinary silver magic ring from his pocket.

Obviously, this is a naked and unabashed temptation.

He wanted to further determine the danger in this way.

If Zuo Si agrees to wear the ring, it means that his willingness to take the initiative to cause trouble is very low. In theory, as long as there is no external stimulation, there will be no overreaction.

But if he disagrees, Mordenkainen will immediately go back and make a contingency plan in case of emergency.

It has to be said that the two people have very striking similarities in never trusting others and only trusting themselves.

"No problem, I accept it."

Without any hesitation, Zuo Si directly took the ring from the other party's injury and put it on his empty finger.

This move immediately lowered Mordenkainen's alertness to its lowest point.

In the following time, they talked about Greyhawk's current situation, the relationship between the gods, the power game between the various parties, and matters that required special attention.

After explaining this, Mordenkainen gave Zuo Si his teleportation authority in the Obsidian Base Mage Tower, welcomed him as a guest, and then used teleportation magic to leave.

Feeling the power contained in the magic ring in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "Message, tracking and positioning?

Do you think you can monitor me in real time with this thing?

too naive!

Even if my spellcasting level and knowledge are removed, Guangda Devil's divine-like power can easily transform and shield it.

After all, creating things out of thin air is one of the most basic abilities of gods and god-like powers. "

As soon as he spoke, Zuo Si's palm released a ball of flame from the deepest part of Baator Hell, directly wrapping the ring and quickly melting it into molten iron, then reshaped it and presented a dark color like red copper.

Not only that, the top of the ring is also inlaid with a ruby ​​that exudes the breath of hell as an embellishment.

After finishing all this, he used teleportation magic to return directly to the caravan camp.

As soon as he appeared, he saw a very interesting scene.

Isadore, the adopted son, was seen holding a long sword on the neck of the leader's daughter Anne.

As for several of his best friends, they were already beaten to a pulp and were tied up with ropes, unable to move.

The rest of the people who had escaped, including the caravan leader, were forming a circle with weapons in hand, glaring at the traitor.

"Back off! Everyone back off! Otherwise I will kill her!"

Isadore roared like crazy to cover up the tension, panic and despair in his heart.

He couldn't believe that his foolproof plan had gone awry.

You must know that a few years ago, when Iuz had just begun to spread his faith and expand his power, he secretly joined this sect. At first, he was just eager to gain power and strength.

But who knows, instead of getting the power and power, under the threat and intimidation of the other party, he has to deliver messages and provide the intelligence he knows. Occasionally, he has to secretly carry some contraband in the caravan and deliver it to the designated recipient. in hand.

Once something goes wrong, you will be severely punished immediately and experience the pain caused by whips and instruments of torture.

As a young merchant apprentice, Isadore was full of fear of the church for a long time and wanted to escape all the time.

But as he served the church longer and longer and made more and more contributions, he gradually gained promotion and was no longer at the bottom where he was exploited and oppressed.

Those so-called "best friends" are the men who used the power of the church to insert themselves into the caravan.

Using the process of dealing with other businessmen in the caravan, this guy collected a lot of useful intelligence for the church.

The latter made a staggering amount of money just from kidnapping, extortion and robbery, while also forcing other businessmen to join the church to serve Iuz's evil plans.

Precisely because he got rid of the state of being exploited and oppressed at the lowest level, and could even exploit and oppress others, Isadore's thinking and mentality began to change, and he even enjoyed this feeling a little bit.

However, he also knew that the reputation of the demon demigod he believed in was not very good in many places, so he never exposed his beliefs and the church organization behind it. He planned to wait until his adoptive father was old and unable to do anything, so that he could take over. Find a way to replace all the other members of the caravan with subordinates who obey orders.

But who knew that just when everything seemed to be going very smoothly, Zuo Si appeared halfway and made him mentally unbalanced in just two days, making him prepare to take action in advance due to strong jealousy and resentment.

Isadore first let his men mingle with the team fetching water, and then sneak attacked and knocked them unconscious while others were not prepared. Then he notified the orcs hidden in the secret stronghold in the forest to help kill them.

But what he never expected was that all these guys who should be dead now actually escaped alive, and they also knew the truth.

In desperation, he could only kidnap the leader's daughter Anne to ensure that he would not be cut to pieces.

Never think that businessmen in this world will follow the concept of "harmony brings wealth".

Just the opposite!

Their business model is actually closer to armed escort. Everyone will carry weapons with them, and when necessary, they will fight against the monsters and bandits who block the road.

It is impossible to work in this industry for several years without getting blood on your hands.

Therefore, there is no psychological burden at all for killing people and dumping their bodies in the wild.

Especially when the target is an enemy and almost kills himself.

"Let Annie go! I can let you leave alive!"

The leader of the caravan obviously did not want his daughter to be harmed, so he decisively set out a negotiation condition.

But he was very smart and told you to leave by saying "I" instead of "we".

This means that others still retain the right to exact revenge.

Being able to stay in a cult for such a long time without dying, Isadore is not a fool. He immediately recognized the language trap and sarcastically said with a sneer: "Dear adoptive father, do you think I am a three-year-old child?

I actually want to play such a word game!

If you don't want Anne to be injured or die, all of you must immediately swear by the gods you believe in and never take any threatening actions afterwards.

Otherwise, after death, the soul will fall into the abyss and become food for the devil. "

I have to say that this request made by Isadore is really vicious.

After all, in a world with gods and magical powers, if you swear an oath in the name of your own patron saint, there is a high probability that it will come true if you violate it.

This means that once the people present take the oath, they will be forced to give up the idea of ​​killing him.

No one wants to let their soul fall into the abyss after death.

Just when the caravan leader and the others looked at each other, wondering whether they should let this bastard go, Isadore's hand holding the sword was suddenly tightly grasped by the other hand, followed by an overwhelming force. In front of the strength advantage, he was bent bit by bit, and finally there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the whole person knelt on the ground with a plop and let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!! My...my wrist!"

"It is extremely disrespectful to use a sharp weapon to hold a young and beautiful lady hostage and threaten to kill her."

Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness, with the usual faint smile on his face.

"Go to hell! You ungrateful bastard!"

Annie, who was freed from the trap, was obviously very angry. She immediately raised her leg and kicked Isadore hard at the vital part between his legs.

boom!

The sound of "chickens flying eggs, beating eggs" instantly echoed in everyone's ears, causing all the men to subconsciously clamp their legs. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they must have experienced phantom pain.

As for Isadore, his eyeballs protruded from the pain, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, and he kept foaming at the mouth.

The caravan leader, whose anger tank had been full for a long time, rushed up without saying a word, swung the blunt frame of his one-handed ax and smashed the adopted son's limbs several times, then dragged the broken ankle to an open space away from the bonfire. He roared viciously: "Just wait here to die!

It won't be long before the wild beasts and wolves in the forest come smelling the smell of blood.

When the time comes, you will taste what it feels like to be eaten alive.

Believe me, this will be the best punishment for your ungratefulness and shameless betrayal. "

"No! You can't do this to me! It's all the fault of that outsider! He was the one who took away what should belong to me first!"

Isadore seemed to have foreseen his tragic ending and immediately shouted with all his strength.

It's a pity that things have reached this stage and no one will forgive him for what he did.

Especially after knowing that Iuz's beliefs are evil.

What made Isadore break his guard even more was that, with the help of the light of the distant bonfire, he witnessed Anne who was supposed to be his wife at the last moment of his life. He took the initiative to throw himself into Zuo Si's arms and gave Zuo Si a passionate kiss.

He had been looking forward to this kind of kiss for seven years but never got it until his death.

There is no doubt that this is an in-person NTR.

Thinking that the two might have further intimacy in the future, Isadore's heart was filled with uncontrollable pain, anger and resentment.

Fortunately, this intense stimulation did not last long, and was soon replaced by the fear of facing death.

As the caravan leader said, the smell of blood can easily attract wolves and other predators in the forest.

After all, bleeding means injury, and injured prey is far easier to capture than uninjured prey.

With pairs of flashing green eyes emerging from the darkness, and a creepy growl, a group of dire wolves that were even bigger and more terrifying than ordinary wolves came out of the darkness.

"Don't...don't come here! Get away! I'm not your food!"

Isadore was obviously frightened by the sharp fangs in the wolf's mouth and the stench emanating from it, and he tried desperately to move his body and head to distance himself.

But after the dire wolf confirmed that the prey had no ability to resist, it immediately howled and swarmed forward and bit it alive and dismembered it.

He wailed for three or four minutes before finally taking his last breath due to excessive blood loss.

With the death of the body, the soul soon breaks free from the shackles and begins to report to the gods it served during life.

Just when Isadomin was feeling uneasy and didn't know what Iuz would do to him, another force instantly enveloped him.

The next second...

He suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and a huge crack suddenly appeared out of thin air, sucking his soul in completely.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already in a huge river and was being pushed forward by the rapid water.

Some creatures that look like demons are busy on the river in boats, picking up souls one by one, and then sending them to the shore.

Styx!

Isadore instantly understood his position.

After all, he has read some books provided by the church and has some understanding of the outer plane.

I just don’t understand that I shouldn’t report to the gods I serve?

Why did he suddenly come to Baator Hell, where the River Styx flows?

Just when Isadore was puzzled, a devil on a ship dragged him to the deck with a tool, grinned widely and said to his companions next to him: "Hahahaha!

Look!

Another soul marked by the ninth level!

And it was marked by the great Lord Soth himself!

I don't know whether this guy should be considered lucky or unlucky. "

"Thos? Lord!"

Isadore's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Because he remembered clearly that the outsider who caused him to end up in this situation called himself Soth.

"That's right!

Although I don't know exactly what happened.

But the god you believe in has obviously sold your soul to the lord of the ninth level, the prince of hell appointed by Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell - Lord Soth.

Believe me, after you are sent to the ninth level, the devils there will definitely take extra care of you. "

When saying these words, the devil who was responsible for salvaging and transporting souls showed a gloating expression.

moment!

Isadore seemed to understand something, and he collapsed on the boat with a plop, holding his head and completely falling into collapse and despair.

He simply couldn't believe that the "little pretty boy" he was so jealous of was actually a big devil who could rival the gods, a terrifying monster that could crush him to death a thousand or ten thousand times with just a few clicks of his fingers.

What's even more frightening is that he actually tried every means to get rid of the other party and took practical actions.

Ruined!

What kind of torture, abuse and pain will you face from the devils when you reach the ninth level?

If I had known the truth earlier, I would be so jealous!

Maybe he would even send the leader's daughter Anne directly to the other party's bed for him to enjoy.

Isn't it just wearing a cuckold? What a big deal.

Maybe the half-devil born will grow into a demigod like Iuz.

At that time, the benefits that my adoptive father can get from it are simply unimaginable.

But now it's too late.

The more Isadore thought about it, the more frightened and regretful he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was no hope for the future, only a darkness where he could not see his fingers, curled up into a ball and shivered.

If it were other souls like this, the devil in charge of salvage would have whipped them away.

However, they rarely showed tolerance and sympathy to this unfortunate guy.

Because in the ninth level of Baator Hell, when corrupted souls are squeezed, they endure not only physical torture and torture, but also mental torture.

According to rumors, the latter can even make people so crazy that they ignore physical pain, and can squeeze out several times more sacred energy than usual.

…

While the projection of the Gray Eagle world was enjoying the young girl's active embrace and waiting for the spider goddess Rose to contact him, Zuo Si's body in Faerun was not idle either.

To be precise, by hiring a large number of adventurers regardless of cost or price, he has found several suspicious targets in the Luoyan Desert, and is considering whether to dig out in person or send a subordinate to do it for him.

You must know that digging in this desert created by magic and divine power is not an easy task.

In order not to alarm the gods of Mulhorand, it is definitely not possible to use powerful magical power, and it is also impossible to use too advanced oil-shining machinery.

It can only be excavated bit by bit using primitive tools by workers, undead creatures and constructs.

And you must be extra careful when digging, trying not to damage the buildings buried under the yellow sand and the various words and symbols remaining on the surface.

Because these things are very likely to be the clues to reveal and open the seal of the "God Killer" Pandrim's crystal prison.

Just as Zuo Si was hesitating, the fat and pale figure of "Immortal" Owo suddenly broke in from outside.

Fortunately, the entrance door is designed according to the size of the steel golem. Otherwise, if it were replaced by an ordinary door, it would be stuck due to its width.

As soon as he walked in the door, Ovo immediately said in an excited tone: "My young friend, have you heard of [Kadalin Magic Stone]?"

"[Kadalin Magic Stone]? You mean the one that was widely used by the Saruk witches as early as the time of the creator, and was later discovered by the Netherese arcanist Elorian, which can store magical power. Stone?"

An expression of interest suddenly appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Because in terms of level, this thing can be classified as a sub-artifact.

Unlike Ioun Stone, which looks more like a gem, it looks like black shale and is very fragile. Its only purpose is to store spells.

Doesn't it sound a lot like storing magic in a gem?

In fact, Faerûn’s modern gem storage technology was developed from the [Kadalin Magic Stone].

It's just that the spells stored in the [Kadalin Magic Stone] do not need to be activated, but can be thrown directly.

This stone will automatically shatter when it hits a hard object, releasing the spell.

In other words, if you have a hundred pieces of [Kadalin Magic Stones] that store the three-ring fireball spell, you can throw them all out in an instant to cause the damage of a hundred three-ring fireball spells, and kill the target instantly. .

Therefore, throughout the entire era of Netheril, [Kadalin Magic Stone] is an out-and-out top strategic material, and every floating city will store some in case of emergency needs.

The Grand Arcanists also used this stone and dragon magic to create a dragon-shaped creature whose entire body was made of [Kadarin Magic Stone].

With just one command, this dragon construct can release corresponding magic by consuming scales of different sizes carved with [Kadalin Magic Stone], which is equivalent to carrying a super structure that stores and releases magic. Dress up.

Later, with the fall of Netheril, the number of [Kadalin Magic Stones] circulating on the market became less and less, and now it is basically invisible.

Even if one occasionally appears, it can usually only store one to three-level spells, and the price is as high as 20,000 gold coins.

In the absence of large-scale popularization, its role is limited to adventurers using it to save their lives at critical moments.

Ovo grinned and nodded: "Yes, it is the kind of stone that can store magic. Two days ago, I arranged for a group of apprentices to conduct experiments in the Aino Oak Desert at the ruins of Netheril in the north. While refining, one of the little guys found this deep in an abandoned, collapsed mine."

As he spoke, the great arcanist took out a black rock slightly larger than a fingernail from his pocket.

Zuo Si took it and felt it for a while, then he suddenly became happy and asked in an uncertain tone: "You mean...this abandoned and collapsed mine may contain a large number of unfinished mines in the Netheril era." Dalin Magic Stone]?”

"Completely correct!

I checked some files from the Netherese era and found that the mine did not belong to any floating city or the Grand Arcanist.

This means that it must have been illegally harvested.

In order to avoid being caught, the discoverers must not dare to carry out large-scale excavation and mining, and they must strictly control the amount flowing into the market.

Therefore, according to on-site inspections, the depth of the mine is very shallow, and the deepest point is less than thirty meters from the ground.

There must be more [Kadalin Magic Stones] down there that have not been mined.

This is an amazing wealth!

Can help us restore the great wealth of Netherilron! "

Owo opened his arms and announced excitedly.

In his opinion, this was simply a good sign that Netherese civilization was about to be revived.

Otherwise, why had this mine not been discovered before? Instead, it was discovered by an apprentice when magic education began to flourish on a large scale in the West Coast Empire.

"It is indeed a good sign. Do you have any suggestions about mining? Or are there any special matters that need to be paid attention to when mining [Kadalin Magic Stone]?" Zuo Si asked very humbly.

Because the [Kadalin Magic Stone] is very fragile, and he has not found any relevant records of mining in any books.

Owo touched his fat N-layer chin and recalled for a moment: "To mine this rare and precious magic resource, you must first ensure that there is absolutely no magic power in the mine. It is best to create an anti-magic area.

Secondly, you must not use destructive methods like mining other ores, but carefully remove them completely from the soil and rock formations.

Because the larger the [Kadalin Magic Stone] is, the higher the spell level it can store and the greater its value.

Back in the days of Netheril, we used the most ingenious slaves to do the digging.

Golems, undead creatures, and clumsy creatures are unable to do this job.

I personally recommend recruiting some dwarves, halflings, and elves as miners.

Finally, there is the issue of safety.

We must send enough manpower to garrison near the mines and build strong fortresses to resist the marauding nomadic tribes, dragons and various monsters in the desert.

I'd love to have an airship full of dragoons and cannons too, if that's convenient.

In short, when it comes to the [Kadalin Magic Stone], one cannot be too cautious. "

"No need to go to so much trouble. Since we are going to be active in the old land of Netheril, let's just build a floating city."

Zuo Si took out a card and transformed it into a physical object.

I saw a large polished crystal that was as tall as a person suddenly appeared out of thin air in the open space of the room, and as soon as it appeared, it was closely connected to the surrounding magic network, continuously drawing energy from it.

At the same time, a unique magical force field began to spread around the crystal with the crystal as the center.

"This...this is the core of Mythra! A brand new core of Mythra that has never been used? Where did you get it? Could it be that you are also with the goddess of magic..."

The red light in Owo's eyes suddenly surged. He walked straight forward and gently touched the crystal surface with his trembling hands. His whole body fell into a strong sense of unreality.

As a Grand Arcanist, it is naturally impossible for him to mistake the core of Mythra, which is the core of the floating city.

The question is where did this new Mythra core come from?

You must know that since the Deep Magic Network was closed by the second-generation magic goddess, no arcane spellcaster can create such top-notch alchemical items.

"Ahem! Don't make random guesses. I tried to make this Mythra core not long ago using the information you gave me."

Zuo Si coughed twice and interrupted the other party.

Because he understood that this person probably thought that he was like Elminster, selling his body and sex to let the goddess of magic open a back door for him.

"Make it by yourself? Can you cast arcane magic of nine levels and above from the Netheril era?"

Owo turned around suddenly and looked up and down at the young man in front of him who had given him huge surprises time and time again.

Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Is it weird? This world has never been fair. As a chosen voter of the new generation of Magic Goddess, it is very reasonable for me to get some additional privileges, right?"

Reasonable?

That’s so reasonable!

Owo said a very rare curse in his heart.

Is it an ordinary privilege to open the deepest magic network?

Even though the second-generation magic goddess who loves to mess around likes Elminster so much, she doesn't give him the ability to cast magic above the ninth level.

The great arcanist now seriously doubts that Zuo Si must have made some unknown PY transaction with the third-generation magic goddess Midnight, or else he himself is the illegitimate son secretly given birth to by the goddess during her mortal period.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to receive such treatment.