Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 482 Kaza Mansion
After a brief exchange, Noshier easily convinced Scar to give up this mission.

Reaching out to take the map handed over by Scar, Noshishi stood in place and watched with his own eyes Scar chase in the direction Gendler left until he completely disappeared in the crowd.

It was not until this time that Noshil finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put away his previous eager expression and instead felt solemn. Of course, this solemnity was not because the enemy was too powerful.

With Noshir's current strength, he simply looked down on the so-called vampire lord, Kazador Zar. Even if he added the werewolf clans, vampire offspring, or other undead creatures he raised in captivity, even if all these things were added together, they would not be enough for Noshir to beat with one hand.

He was just thinking about how to deal with his "old teammate" in the game and the more than 7000 innocent people who were transformed into vampire spawn.

"Asdaelon..."

Perhaps because of past friendship, Nohill has always had a good impression of his old teammates in the game, but the friendship in the game obviously cannot be transferred into reality.

Perhaps in the original world line, Asdalen could accompany the protagonist through those grand adventures and achieve extraordinary achievements, but now Asdalen is just a liar and a robber. Although he is still pitiful and has been abused by Cazador, these pitiful experiences cannot cover up the crimes he has committed.

A crime committed under pressure is still a crime, and over the past 200 years, how many times has he committed robberies similar to the one he committed last night, and how many people's feelings has he deceived, sending those poor fools to the mouths of his master?

Noshier really wanted to say that he deserved a chance, a reason to prove that he could become better. For example, in the 200 years since he was transformed into a vampire by Cazador, he had never drunk the blood of an intelligent creature even once, nor had he actively harmed anyone, or various similar excuses.

After all, as long as one sincerely wants to exonerate him, any nonsense can be said, but Noshil knew in his heart that these words were just excuses.

"...I hope you are still as smart as you appear in the game, Astellan, as long as you don't stupidly bare your fangs to me...Alas."

Noshier sighed secretly in his heart, and he still chose the most troublesome solution.

If he had let loose the fight, he would have taken back the children in less than half a day, smashed Cazador's rotten face, blown up his doghouse, sharpened a wooden stake and stuck him on the top of the city wall, letting him live slowly and dry out for 200 years, and then shot everyone except the hostages. But now...

'Even if Asdalen wasn't there, there are still nearly 7000 vampire spawn under that house. These poor guys are all innocent. They are just pathetic sacrifices plundered by Kazador. Just like those children yesterday, they can only be forced to be imprisoned in the bottomless tourmaline abyss and transformed into dark creatures that can only suck blood and never see the sun all day.'

'These poor fellows have been restricted in their personal freedom for hundreds of years, and have been starved for blood. Although they were forced to do so, they have never actively harmed anyone. It can be said that they are innocent to the extreme and have suffered a lot.'

"After I kill Calzado, what will happen to them? I can't keep them in cages, and I can't just kill them all. After the oppressors are defeated, will these innocent people only die in the end? "Noshier shook his head. He couldn't tolerate that kind of ending.

Although he hadn't figured out a solution for the time being, he definitely didn't want to end his actions with the death of nearly 7000 derivatives.

If all else fails, then imitate the ending in the game and lead them into the Underdark.

That ghost place has always been dark and full of dangers, making it a perfect place for nocturnal creatures like vampires to settle down. The indigenous people there are all mixed evil races like drow elves and gray dwarves who would not regret dying.

Although it may seem like a dog-eat-dog situation, for these vampire descendants, such an ending might really be the best. At least they can survive. If they can really gain a foothold in the Underdark, relying on the racial advantages of vampires, although they still eat raw meat and drink blood, with their current strength, they at least will not end up in the same tragic way as before.

There were also considerations for sending Scar away early. Noshier didn't know whether Scar could accept his choice given his current situation. After all, in the game, no matter what kind of paladin it was, his defense would be broken when dealing with these 7000 vampire spawn.

Kill all the White Knights who broke their oaths [Oath of Dedication], release the Green Knights who broke their oaths [Oath of Ancient Sages], and ignore the Black Knights who broke their oaths [Oath of Vengeance]. It was simply a trap designed specifically for the Holy Knights. Noshiel didn't know how Scar could accept it, but after thinking about it, he felt that the best way was to just let him not get involved in this matter.

"Well, forget it. I don't want to think too far ahead. Let's kill that bastard Cazador first, rescue the hostages, and then slowly think about how to deal with the remaining derivatives."

Noshir scratched his head in despair, then spread out the map that Scar handed to him. After looking at it carefully for a while, he determined the direction in which the dark creatures escaped last night.

"The edge of Dust Eagle Mountain, the mountainous area of ​​the rolling block, actually ran in this direction? Could it be that their base camp is here? But the Zar Mansion in the game, as I remember, is not on the wall of the lower city?"

Uh...but building a castle on the city wall is very strange in itself. It seems that this is another correction of the world. The Zar Mansion in this world is built in the outer suburbs far away from the city. At first glance, it seems a lot more reasonable. Just by feeling, it seems to be in line with the nature of vampires.

Folding the things in his hand several times and stuffing them into his arms, Noshier turned around again and walked into the tavern he had just been to. He threw a silver coin to the owner, found an empty room, took off his cloak and shirt, and then touched the space box on his waist, took out his weapons and equipment from it, and slowly dressed in the room.

Helmet of Domination, Gloves of Might, Axe of Violence, Ring of Will, as these four most important pieces of legendary equipment were put on one by one, Noshier's personal condition also climbed to a new peak.

He couldn't wait to try out these new powers he had acquired.

(End of this chapter)