Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 496 Cleaning the battlefield
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Looking at the staff presented by Asdeln, Noshir was silent for a while, but quickly reached out to take it. Asdeln and the other derivatives breathed a sigh of relief. This should mean that they have been accepted, right? They should not be sent to prison in the future, right?
Asdalen and the others thought so, but to their surprise, after taking the scepter, Noshir just stood there and looked at it for a while, then immediately turned around and spoke to them.

"No, I don't accept your so-called loyalty. In my opinion, loyalty gained with fear and death is worthless. Even if you use your feet to think, you can know this. To put it bluntly, will you really be loyal to someone wholeheartedly? I'm afraid not."

"Your behavior, at best it's loyalty, at worst it's opportunism. Anyway, for you, as long as I really use this scepter to control you, then there is no difference between working under me and working under Cazador, right?"

"This scepter can indeed give me the ability to control your life and death like Kazador, but the loyalty gained in this way is probably not worth even a single gold coin."

"Needless to say, that's just using violence and fear to control slaves, but I have no intention of keeping slaves. Do you think I'd be happy to see a few vampire spawn standing next to me every morning when I wake up? Even if I recruit servants to manage the manor, you guys should be at the bottom of the priority list, right?"

Noshir's words instantly made their hearts sink. Yes, they were descendants of vampires, and their identity meant that they could never integrate into human society again, because they were wolves among the flock of sheep. If they really obtained legal status in human society, wouldn't the shepherds guarding the sheepfold have to be on guard against them every day?

That would be too tiring and too stupid. If I really did that, it would be better to kill them all on the spot instead of letting them go... Kill them all?! Yes, wouldn't it be much easier this way? If I put myself in the shepherd's shoes, I would definitely choose to do the same, but I'm not a shepherd...

It's over... It's all over now! I thought I could find such a powerful backer and say goodbye to the past and start a new life, but it turns out that he doesn't think highly of me. If the situation continues to develop like this, whether I can survive is another matter. I shouldn't have tried to be so clever.

Asdeln's little brain was working rapidly. Now he had outsmarted himself and had pushed himself into a dead end. He had to find a way to convince Noshir and try to make him give up this once-and-for-all solution!

However, Asdalen's thoughts were in a tangled mess and he couldn't think of an explanation. Noshil could see the embarrassment of many of the derivatives, so he said no more. He just silently stopped his rage and returned to his original state. He turned around and left, waving to them to follow.

Noshir carried the half-crippled, breathing Kazador in one hand, and the staff of Sorrow that could control the life and death of all the derivatives in the other, and walked straight towards the castle kitchen.

The frightened derivatives on the side didn't dare to do anything unnecessary. They just shut their mouths and followed quietly.

Noshil didn't say much to provoke them at this time. He was still hoping that they could lead other derivatives into the underdark.

Although introducing them into the underground world is a last resort, as long as I can let them stay safely underground for a while, it is not impossible for Noshir to find a way to transform the derivatives back into humans.

You have to know that this is not impossible, because the derivatives are just an inferior blood-sucking race, not real vampires. Although they do have some of the abilities of vampires and all the shortcomings of vampires, compared to vampires who can be listed as a separate racial subject, half of the blood or genes in the derivatives' bodies still belong to their original race.

Therefore, at best, vampire descendants can only be regarded as half-bloods. This difference in blood allows them to still have the possibility of reversal, and this possibility is not small.

Noshier had said long before that the origin of the vampire race came from hell. According to legend, the world's first vampire, Strad von Zarovich, made a deal with the devil, and the dark power from hell transformed him into a vampire in the broad sense of the world.

And the reason why Noshir judged that the vampire spawn could be transformed back into their original race was precisely because of his good helper in Hell, who possessed a great wizard-level knowledge reserve comparable to that of Ong, Miss Mizora.

As early as when Kazador was slaughtered wantonly, Mizora, who came with him, had been silently clearing out the remaining threats in the castle. After his work was completed, Noshir asked her through the mental connection between them if she had any way to solve these problems?

What Noshier didn't expect was that Mizola actually came up with a seemingly feasible solution.

That is to rely on the power of hell again, find the magic notes that the devil used when he transformed the vampire race, and then rely on the knowledge contained therein to reversely infer the appropriate spells. With the help of some appropriate materials, it is possible to turn these unfortunate guys back into normal people.

Spells, Noshier has no chance of getting this thing for the time being. Hell has very strict control over the flow of knowledge, because to the devil, knowledge is power and intelligence is bait.

It can even be said that every successful devil has knowledge in his mind that others cannot even imagine, as well as information that can shock the world. In such an environment, finding the original design manuscript of the vampire is an impossible task to accomplish in a short period of time, even for Noshier now.

All he could do was urge the horned demon Ledros in hell to mobilize his men to help collect the information, but it was hard to say how long it would take and how much it would cost to find the information he wanted.

However, although there was no preparation for the spell, Mizora relied on past experience to make some advance guesses about the materials, so that Noshir could make more preparations in advance.

However, Noshier could collect most of the required materials through money or connections, so he didn't have to worry about most of the materials, because there was only one material that really needed to be carefully prepared, and that was the blood of the vampire that would transform them into vampire derivatives.

That is Cazador's blood.

Because Kazador is the source of this group of derivatives, Mizora must rely on his blood to research the corresponding spells. Although Kazador is now half-crippled and not much blood can be squeezed out of him, there is still a lot of blood left on the battlefield where Noshir and Kazador fought before.

The blood can still support the research. While Noshir was leading the vampire offspring to find those children, Mizora was also there collecting the blood remaining on the ground.

In addition to blood, Cazador himself also plays a very important role. According to Mizola, even if he can find a way to change the derivative body back in the future, he must strictly follow the contract of Hell. According to the principles of "fairness" and "equivalent exchange" in Hell, Cazador is likely to be used as a key ritual prop, for sacrifice, or for other purposes.

This is also the key reason why Noshir spared Kazador's life. In addition to the possibility of being used as a key prop in the future, showing Kazador's current miserable condition to the other 7000 derivatives can also calm their anger to some extent. The power displayed by Noshir that can easily defeat Kazador can also restore their sanity to the greatest extent.

In general, a living Cazador is far more useful than a dead one. Although there is some risk in letting such a monster live, it is a risk that Noshil can afford. Besides, this guy is now seriously injured by him. It is already difficult for him to stay alive. After that, a special restraint device will be customized. Under Noshil's supervision, he will not be able to turn over even if he dies.

Noshier was thinking about his future plans while he went deeper into the castle. He encountered no obstacles along the way. All he encountered were various undead skeletons or corpses of ghouls. Needless to say, these were all caused by Mizora. When he and Kazador had just started fighting, Mizora had been lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity to help. When he completely suppressed Kazador at a very fast speed, Mizora quietly left the battlefield and began to clean up the remaining dangerous factors in the castle.

In fact, even the vampire spawn didn't know that the children they kidnapped last night had all been rescued, and were estimated to have returned to the Gur camp. After all, when it comes to fast and long-distance displacement, the teleportation technology mastered by the caster is truly simple and efficient.

Noshir led the derivatives through the banquet hall and entered the food storage room next to the banquet hall. He then broke the hidden mechanism door covering the food storage room and saw the hidden lifting machine.

"That's it... Don't just stand there, follow me."

Noshil waved to everyone, then took the lead and stood on the elevator surface. The derivatives who were shocked by these hidden buildings immediately came to their senses and followed Noshil to stand up.

Nosher on the lift platform was like a solemn statue, because he knew what kind of hell he would see next. The derivatives remained silent. As the operating lever was gently pulled down, the lift platform immediately began to operate, and everyone experienced a slow descent of more than ten minutes in the dark and deep lift shaft.

During the descent, within the first five minutes, there was nothing but darkness and silence in the elevator shaft. However, as they went deeper and deeper, some faint wails and screams began to be heard in the darkness.

The deeper they went, the clearer the sound became. After hearing these wailing sounds, the faces of all the derivatives around Noshir changed instantly. They seemed to have realized something, but they dared not be sure of that guess.

But when they reached the platform at the bottom, their destination, the real cries of pain, despair and weakness directly shattered the last bit of hope in their hearts.

The group of people seemed to be in a trance, dragging their heavy feet, and even walked down from the elevator platform before Noshil, looking absentmindedly at the Netherfire lanterns hanging on the side, and the countless and densely packed giant iron cages hanging on all sides of the platform, which were illuminated by the long green fire.

"So hungry..."

"Why can't I die... Let me be free... Let me be free..."

"How long has it been... How long has it been..."

"..."

Petras' legs went weak and he fell to his knees, not saying a word for a long time.

"Do not……"

Daliria covered her mouth with both hands, and tears actually fell from her eyes.

"How can this be!"

Leon shouted in disbelief, trying to deny with words what was happening before his eyes, but only he knew how ridiculous and powerless his rebuttal was.

"Those people... Could those people be..."

Aurelia couldn't believe her eyes.

"No...no...no! Cazadol! Liar! This isn't true! Why! Why are you doing this?!"

Violet could hardly control her temper. She cursed Cazador's cruelty. Compared with such torture, even death seemed so merciful.

“This torture…”

Yusen looked around tiredly, then lowered his head even more tiredly.

Noshir stood silently behind them, watching their every move, watching them repent, grieve, deny, be shocked, angry, or feel despair.

Noshil just observed silently, and then moved his gaze to the last derivative, that is Asdalen. He walked silently on the bridge that started from the platform and extended into the distance, constantly looking at the hanging iron cages.

But whenever he saw a familiar face, he would immediately turn his head away and not look at him. Was it shame? Guilt? No, Noshir thought it was just an escape.

When these bloody sins suddenly appeared and crashed into him head-on without a single one left, it was perfectly normal for Asdalen to choose to escape, but such behavior could only be called cowardly, until...

"…Sebastian."

(End of this chapter)