I am a god in another world

In less than half a minute, a middle-aged man with a round body, few hairs on his head, and wearing a wizard robe flew out, but he did not leave the city defense maze of Yuanshan City. He said angrily: "Mansong, don't go too far. If you dare to cast a spell at Yuanshan City, we, the Crimson Feathers, will go to war with the Zhentarim."

He is Miles, the lord of Yuanshan Hall and the commander-in-chief of the Crimson Feathers.

When Miles said this, he was obviously a little lacking in confidence, just like when he faced Mansong, he had to rely on the city defense maze of Yuanshan City. After all, the other party was a legendary wizard who had been famous for many years. When he embarked on the path of wizardry, the other party was already a famous wizard.

Miles really didn't have the courage to fight with the other party in magic. The only thing he could rely on was the Crimson Feather Chamber of Commerce.

But when the war really started, he didn't know how many of those fence-sitters would respond to him and dare to fight the Dark Intelligence Network.

Mansong's voice was flat, as if there was a poisonous snake in his throat. He hissed, "The goods I entrusted you to deliver to the Dark Castle were robbed. If you don't give me an explanation, it's not that you want to go to war with me, but I will flatten your Far Mountain City and wipe out your Crimson Feathers!"

When this matter was mentioned, Miles was furious and said, "Mansong, you shameless man, you still have the nerve to talk about this matter. You Zhentarim are fighting among yourself, why do you drag us into the Crimson Feathers?

You ask me for an explanation, and I also ask you for compensation. Our An armed cavalry and an experienced caravan have all become victims of your internal strife. If you, the Zhentarim, don't give us enough compensation, this matter will not end!"

"Without any evidence, what basis do you have to say that this is an internal fight of our Zhentarim?" Mansong finally had a hint of anger in his words, "Don't open your mouth and push your dereliction of duty onto us."

"Who said I have no evidence, Darcy, come out and tell our dear King of the Moon Sea what you know, what kind of dogs he has raised." With Miles's order, a wizard flew out from Yuanshan City.

This wizard was none other than the leader of the Crimson Feather Caravan, who was annihilated in the rocky land before and was killed by the bombardment.

Along with the news of the annihilation of the caravan, a small part of his limbs were also returned. Miles, who was eager to obtain first-hand information, sent people to resurrect them with resurrection magic.

Darcy flew into the air, trembling with fear, his scalp tingling. Being sandwiched between two furious legendary wizards, the pressure was not ordinary. If he was not careful, he would be sent into endless darkness again, forever.

But as the person involved, he could not escape this level. He gritted his teeth and answered loudly: "I was killed by the Broken Heart Sister Stephanie with the Broken Heart Fist."

"Is everything you said true?" Mansong's eyes directly crossed hundreds of meters and covered Darcy.

In an instant, Darcy felt that his soul and his body were out of his control, and he answered loudly: "Everything I said is true. It was the Broken Heart Fist that killed me."

"Hmph!" Mansong snorted angrily, his body flashed, and he disappeared directly from the spot. The terrifying magic power gathered around him collapsed with the disappearance of the gatherer, making a small sonic boom.

"Don't leave. You haven't explained the compensation issue clearly yet." When Miles shouted these words, it was like shouting at the air, but he believed that these words must have reached the ears of the King of the Moon Sea Underworld.

After Mansong disappeared, Darcy's sense of control faded like the tide, and he could breathe. His feet softened, and his flying skill almost failed, and he fell from the air.

As Mansong disappeared, the anger on Miles' face also slowly faded like the tide, leaving behind a coldness that was very similar to Mansong.

The anger just now was somewhat acting.

Darcy restrained his mentality and asked respectfully: "Teacher, what should we do next? Do we need to continue to track down the batch of goods?"

When Miles got the news, he did not revive Darcy, but used the mage rune to track down the whereabouts of the goods. Whether it was the item tracking skill or the prophecy skill, there was no result.

The batch of goods disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

"Investigate, we must investigate." Miles said with great certainty, "We must build momentum, but there is no need to waste manpower and material resources."

"Students are dull and don't understand what the teacher means." Darcy didn't figure out for a moment whether Miles wanted to investigate for real or fake.

"Your magic talent is not bad, but your political acumen has not improved at all over the years." Miles sighed and said, "If this matter was really ordered by Bozor, do you think he would give us a chance to find the goods?"

Dulce thought about the methods of the legendary High Priest Bane and shook his head and said, "Absolutely not. Even the chance to involve him should not be left. In this case, the flaw of the Broken Heart Sister and the Broken Heart Fist is too obvious?"

"Hey..." Miles smiled meaningfully, "Who said that the object of loyalty of Reverend Bane must be the High Priest of Bane?"

Dulce was stunned, a sense of disbelief spread in his eyes, and he exclaimed in surprise: "You mean, this interception of the goods was not ordered by Bozor, but by Mansong, in order to frame Bozor? But why do you do this?"

Dulcie felt that her brain was a bit out of use.

"It's not necessarily Manson himself who ordered it." Miles, who had been seduced by the conversation, was unwilling to go around in circles with his stupid student. "The competition between the Cyric faction and the Bane faction has been going on in the Zhentarim for some time. Incandescent.

But Manson's attitude was a bit ambiguous. Although he was a little biased towards the Cyric faction, he did not completely switch to it.

If at this time, Bozor sent people to rob Mansong of supplies to support his subordinates, what do you think the final result would be? "

Darcy is just a little bad at these conspiracies. He is not really stupid, otherwise he would not be able to become an extraordinary mage. After mentioning this, he immediately understood what was going on, "What the teacher means is that someone from the Cyric faction has robbed someone." This thing was put on Bozor in order to provoke a dispute between Mansong and him and make Mansong completely fall to the Cyric faction. "

"The information is limited, but overall, this possibility is the highest. Of course, it is also possible that Bozor instigated this matter, but his subordinates acted too carelessly."

Miles said ambiguously, "No matter which one, the final result is the same. The rift between Manson and Bozor will deepen, and the Cyric faction and the Bane faction will directly conflict. It is very likely that Therefore, you must be prepared. Once there is a large-scale internal fight among the Zhentarim, you must take over the vacated trade shares as soon as possible. "

"Understood." Darcy, who had been in a bad mood because of the heavy losses of the caravan, now parted the clouds and saw a broader world. Compared with eating a large amount of the Zhentarim's original market share, the previous ones in Rockland What does that little loss count for?

Another flash of light suddenly penetrated Darcy's mind.

Could this matter have been planned by Lord Miles from beginning to end?

In other words, Lord Myers had expected that there would definitely be problems along the way with this batch of goods.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my idea is correct.

It is said that this escort order was initiated by Lord Miles, and he personally ordered it to go there.

Compared with the value of this cargo, the number of armed cavalry sent by Crimson Feather is relatively small, and there is only one mage.

After something happened to the cargo, Lord Myers resurrected himself and had no intention of holding him accountable.

It was previously thought that it was due to pressure from the Tyrant of the Moon Sea, but now it seems that it has a deeper meaning.

When Darcy looked at Miles' chubby back again, she felt so tall.

Miles relied on his own efforts to develop Crimson Feather to its current scale in just a few decades under the high-pressure environment run by the Zhentarim. It was not just luck.

One goes down and the other goes up.

If the Zhentarim can really decline in this internal struggle, their Crimson Feathers will really take the opportunity to rise up and completely replace it.

This kind of recognition was not only produced by Darcy, but also by all the Crimson Feather merchants under the instigation of Miles.

Therefore, as they traced the goods lost in the rocky ground, with heavy thunder and small raindrops, manpower and material resources were secretly gathering in the distant mountain city, waiting for the Zhentarim's internal conflicts to completely break out, and they would reap the benefits from behind.

Compared to the major event of competing for the supremacy of the Moonsea region, the goods lost by Rockland are really insignificant. After all, the goods belong to Manzon and the Zhentarim. They only lost a group of men - a group of ordinary men. , the elite have either returned or been resurrected.

…

Mansung, who went to Yuanshan City in person to answer the questions, did not return directly to Zhentil Keep, the headquarters of the Zhentarim, after teleporting away. Instead, he appeared near Tifanton City, then turned and flew towards the rocky land.

Before he could get close to the rocky ground, a tall figure arrived first and blocked Mansong's way.

The tall figure has white beard and hair, but his face is red and full of energy. Different from the simple dress of most mages, his robe is golden yellow, with a crown-like ornament on his head, and a shining golden scepter in his hand.

Compared to Mansong, who was facing a formidable enemy, he looked like a kind-hearted old man with no elemental fluctuations around him.

And this is the most abnormal thing. Don't forget that he is standing in the air now.

"Vengda Hast!" Manson said expressionlessly, "I'm not here to fight with you. Get out of the way. I'll leave as soon as I finish my work."

von Gerdahast.

He has many titles, but the most famous are the following three.

A close friend of King Assan III of Cormyr, the Archmage of the Court of the Kingdom of Cormyr, and the Supreme Commander of the War Mage.

Now, no matter who talks about the Kingdom of Cormyr, it is impossible to avoid two people. The first is the current king of the Kingdom of Cormyr, Assan III, and the other is the great mage in front of him, who has a kind face and kind eyes, just like the grandfather next door.

Vongerdahast shook his head with a smile and said: "Your Excellency Manson, you have broken the agreement between us by coming here uninvited. If I let you enter the rocky ground again, it will be a serious dereliction of duty on my part."

"Let me go into the rocky ground, or I'll go back to Tifanton." Manson's attitude was extremely determined.

The return to Tiffany he mentioned was by no means as simple as passing by.

Vongeldahast still smiled brightly and said: "If you have the ability, go back and try to find out whether you will destroy Tifantun or we will keep you here forever."

Although Vongeldahast did not say a word of threat, the threat was clearly evident.

Mansong's eyes flickered, and he tightened the staff of power in his hand. The elements surged wildly around him, and he looked like he would start a fight if he disagreed with them.

On the other hand, Fengdahast on the other side still looked ordinary, and he seemed to be oblivious to the hostility and actions shown by Mansong.

But the more this happened, the more people dared not take it lightly, and people could not figure out his bottom line.

In contrast, Mansong, who had not taken the next step, seemed more like a bluff.