Equipment Printing School Mage
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Hell, he allowed the high-level wizards to use sedimentation on the dark elves, and when he taught Emya the Moon Blade technique, he couldn't help but design another metal for the dark elves.
Being so indecisive left Emilia speechless.
Of course, he couldn't give such precious weapons to the Rostrow in the Underdark, but the kind-hearted Eilistraee followers lived in secrecy, so he had no interest in looking for them specifically.
However, perhaps it was a coincidence - Drizzt Do'Urden, the ranger who was said to have been blowing the cold wind safely in Icewind Dale for decades, actually came out again.
Then this kind of metal can find a suitable gift recipient.
However, when mentioning Zhuo Er, he thought of one thing.
It was one thing for him to witness the fall of Ban-Ryu, but on the other hand...
"Fenwe." Emilia hesitated, "It seems we didn't have time to deal with the tarrasque."
Gift from the Twelve Magister Kings
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Thirteen Embraces: The Unity of Faith and Fire (I)
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Fourteen Embraces the Unity of Faith and Fire (Part 2)
Even Malar followers didn't often camp in the wilderness. They had their own animal companions to watch over them at night, so they weren't worried about their own safety. However, sleeping outdoors did take its toll on their physical condition.
However, when faced with sufficiently dangerous and intelligent prey, there is no way to avoid taking some risks.
A Malar believer rose from the lawn, sleepily.
They were also among the first group of believers planning to attack the Golden Palace, but when they arrived at the outskirts of the forest, it was too late, so they finally decided to rest outside for a day before attacking.
Playing hide-and-seek with a druid in the forest with only a twenty-meter dark vision is a bit too reckless.
He was still somewhat reluctant to wake up - he had just dreamed that he was wandering in a sea of blood and corpses, piling up countless prey that were several times stronger than him.
Among them was the rumored new Archdruid of Sharptooth Forest, a powerful and beautiful female half-elf.
A perfect prey to provoke the nerves of all Malar followers.
Unfortunately, the dream ended before he could use his claws to cut open the half-elf's abdomen - this made him extremely regretful.
However, he sniffed and realized that the reason his sweet dream ended early was not just because he was full of sleep.
The faint smell of blood and the smell of grass after the rain lingered in his nose.
The fresh smell indicated that a silent killing was taking place right around him.
He tried to get up, but the soil nearby was a little soft due to the heavy rain for several days. He stepped on the soft mud and couldn't stand.
There was a brief pause, followed by a subtle sound of something breaking through the air, and a clear stream of blood suddenly shot up into the sky before the Mala believers' eyes. At the same time, a figure draped in a pitch-black shawl quietly sacrificed himself in the morning light, brandishing a dark blade, sending streams of blood cascading onto the grassland.
This horrifying scene caused the Mala believers' breathing to suddenly stop.
Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet and has gone from a beautiful dream to a nightmare?!
The Malar believer's feet slapped on the mud, making a clear crisp sound. The black-robed man in front of him suddenly turned his head and muttered something in a language that the Malar believer could not understand.
Beneath it, Zhuo Er's face was revealed.
"...Traitor! Traitor!" The surviving Malar believers screamed in agony at the imminent threat of death. "I knew you drow are not trustworthy at all!"
Zhuo Er did not answer, but quickly closed the distance between the two of them, raising high the blade in his hand that was still as dark as night even in the morning light.
At the end of his life, the Malar believer only had time to send out a message: [The drow have rebelled! They attacked our camp!]
Then, another head rose into the air.
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In the devil camp in Cormier, in Bayer's office or command fortress, the devils were busy.
To be more precise, Bayer and his men were extremely busy.
"An Umberri cultist requested to temporarily leave the group...? I repeat, any request from the Fury Pantheon will be dealt with with a stern deliberation!" Bayer roared. "Anyone from the Fury Pantheon who claims to be leaving for some reason is definitely going out to burn, kill, and plunder, targeting defenseless villages and then making it known to the world! This is how these evil churches thrive!"
At this time, one of Bayer's pit demons said, "So, how do we deal with the Malar Church?"
"Didn't they say it was a sure thing and just a formality?" Bayer felt a sharp pain in his temple. "Another accident?! The entire church is mobilized!"
"Uh, yes," said the Pit Fiend who received the news. "There's an inexplicable conflict over there. It's said that drow are attacking Malar believers, causing heavy casualties on the front lines."
"...a bunch of free-spirited, brainless lunatics." Bayer took a deep breath.
Did the drow travel all the way from the Underdark to the Sword Coast just to ambush the Church of Malar?
The only possibility for this to happen is that the Church of Malar is so notorious that the drow are willing to stand on the same front as their surface compatriots on this point and destroy the Church of Malar.
"...It's actually possible." At this time, the quietest and oldest pit fiend in the fortress said, "During the Crown War, the Church of Malar attacked the dark elves who had not yet surrendered. When the dark elves had just entered the Underdark and were still fighting, the Church of Malar also attacked the drow. In fact, they once used drow as the sacrifices they carried to attack Kava."
Bayer was silent for a moment.
He was not from Faerun, and had never thought of working in Faerun before, so his understanding of Faerun's history did not actually trace back to the Crown War era.
There were many hellish demons like him, and the inside of the fortress suddenly became quite quiet.
Bayer thought for a moment, then raised his head, looked deeply at the usually silent Hellfire, and said, "What do you want to say?"
The Pit Fiend lowered his head again, looking as if the documents and reports before him were far more interesting than this discussion. "I simply don't want to be mistaken for deliberately concealing knowledge you desperately need. You wouldn't normally ask this question, but once it's uttered, this knowledge is inherently detrimental to the drow. Perhaps the person who did this just wanted to provoke this conflict, that's all."
This wasn't enough to prove the drow had any further murderous intent against the Malar Church. This war would shake the entire continent. The drow, especially House Baenre, were mature political entities and wouldn't make themselves a target so soon simply for the sake of revenge.
Bayer never believed that the Banrui family would end up like this early, and his only goal was to give the Mala family a slap in the face.
However, this pit fiend named Ernest resolutely presented evidence that was extremely unfavorable to the drow, but Bayer chose to believe himself.
"Then, at least this crisis is more serious than we imagined." Bayer shook his head.
At this point, the beginning and end of the matter no longer mattered. This was no longer a debate of principles, but a struggle of power.
Whoever has greater power can more effectively push things in the direction they want.
Bayer pondered for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Any news about Xirik and the Church of Shar?"
The Church of Xirik had long since recovered from the shadow of the Lord's madness and had been doing well despite all the ups and downs in the past hundred years.
Baier doesn't believe such a church would miss out on such a big event.
The only possibility is that they plan to act secretly.
The tug-of-war had just begun, and according to his habit, he should have sufficient reserves to prevent things from getting out of hand. Bayer was unwilling to send troops for such a far-fetched and unreliable task.
Bayer had a premonition: the incident the Malar Church had deliberately downplayed before leaving could escalate into a massive maelstrom at any moment. Bayer absolutely could not allow his forces to be so inexplicably swept into an unprepared battlefield.
Maybe he should give up on those crazy Malars... He had always looked down on these disorganized and poorly equipped lunatics. The reason they were allowed to sit at the table was because they were members of the Fury Pantheon.
Thinking of this, Bayer felt his vision go dark: The fury gods were notorious in Faerun, but look at what they did: thunder, tides, wildfire, plague, hunting...
A group of air-strong men who have no idea of fighting hard battles and specialize in bullying the weak!
At this moment, everyone present suddenly stopped talking at the sound of the door being pushed open.
The space of this fortress is naturally much wider than the traditional fortress, but it can only barely accommodate the visitor's seemingly slender and tall figure.
All the demons present stood up and said respectfully, "Your Highness Zariel."
Zariel paid no attention to the demons' pointless politeness. Their impoliteness was often revealed only when they were about to expose their true intentions and destroy you.
She wasn't here to listen to a report; Bayer wouldn't let her hear anything she didn't want to hear. So, it was better not to listen.
She said bluntly, "Bayer, next, you must prepare to respond to requests for assistance from the Silvermoon Alliance and Cormyr."
"What?" Bayer was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized something terrible.
Zariel didn't want to play palace fighting with him.
So after a period of boring waiting, she acted without consulting him first.
Baier shouted, "You sent a secret team to invade them?"
Ask stupid questions to get the right answers.
Bayer's strategy was effective. Zari laughed out loud. "Bayer, you are always so humorous in some small ways—no, it's about helping them deal with the invasion of demons."
"Demon invasion?!" Bayer said in astonishment, "Where did the demons come from?"
"Not yet," Zariel said. "Soon."
"…What did you do?"
"They smuggled some insignificant items," Zariel said calmly. "For example, an extremely simplified yet safe and reliable Abyssal Portal, a simplified Xeno-Binding Scroll with a questionable success rate, and the materials needed to create the portal and the simple binding."
Every region has its share of frustrated mages who ultimately resort to deviant methods. Once this kind of thing becomes circulated, they'll be tempted to take risks, and it's only a matter of time before a large number of demon portals appear.
"...Your Highness Zariel," Bayer said weakly, "The Silver Moon Alliance has essentially chosen neutrality now..."
"Those kindhearted people's attitudes are fundamentally unstable," Zariel retorted decisively. "Unlike you, once they choose a utilitarian strategy, they'll begin to feel pressure from all sides: their own conscience, the reproaches of their teachers, the dissatisfaction of old friends, the disappointment of their relatives and friends—their boundaries are much higher than yours, and their attitudes are easily shaken."
"Don't worry, if the situation gets out of hand," Zariel said, "I will lead my own army."
You are the former leader of the Avernus Legion and now the leader of the Faerun Legion, theoretically commanding the entire legion!
Bayer soon realized that this reckless man was much more difficult to deal with than he seemed - he might not know how to intrigue, but he knew how to find a way to hurt him!
The deputy commander realized that his attempt to gradually sideline Zariel through administrative means had failed. Although Zariel did not like to use her brain, there was no water in her shiny head.
His eyes flickered. "--Your Highness Zariel, although this matter may be extremely urgent... there is another matter here that may interest you."
"Not interested." Zariel scoffed. "I'm only interested in demons."
At this moment, Bayer was silent for a moment and suddenly stopped talking.
Then, the other Hell Demons present stood up and left.
Whether or not to eavesdrop is one thing, eavesdropping in person is another.
Then, Bayer said, "Your defeat in Elturgard was a trap."
"What do you mean?"
"Although we didn't uncover any secrets in Halrua, we did discover something important."
"You have one more word." Zariel said slowly, touching the sword at hand calmly.
Her original weapons were lost in Elturgard. Unfortunately, Mr. Emya was not short of money, and those weapons would likely remain locked away in the alternate dimension for centuries. Zariel was currently using a backup weapon, which was significantly less powerful.
Bayer said suddenly, "It's about the secrets behind the Battle of Elturgard."
"...?" Zariel's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you kidding me?"
She underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, then was ambushed and defeated... What's there to say about that?
"The Forsaken later appeared in Halruaa under another name," Bayer said quickly. "She called herself Metatron. We found this name in the scriptures of Mystrel during the Nether era—she was a seraph servant under Mystrel.
"You were actually ambushed by another Seraphim and his allies."
"—Aha." A fierce light suddenly flashed in Zariel's eyes, "So that's how it is."
At this moment, she even felt humiliated as if she was being teased.
She had originally thought that Elturgard's defeat was an accident, and that the outcome would be uncertain if they met again - but now it seemed that her defeat was already decided from the moment she appeared in Elturgard.
"Where is she now?!"
"You won't find her if you go looking for her," Bayer replied.
A fallen Seraph who doesn't often use his brain wants to find the Seraph of the Goddess of Magic, but it won't work just by looking.
"—I see." Zariel said, "What do you want?"
"You can't just go straight to the enemy's stronghold. Emya is now more powerful than before, and a direct attack will just repeat the same old problems," Bayer said. "You should start by intervening directly on some relatively marginal battlefields."
Normally, a major force like Zariel shouldn't be joining the fray so early, but she's a fallen Seraph with a penchant for combat. Given that she's definitely going to fight, it's best to adopt a salami-slicing strategy.
Let her appear in a strange battlefield, making the opponent confused and gradually approaching the opponent's bottom line.
This is better than the former Seraphim God Servant falling into the opponent's trap and being captured alive for the second time.
"I suggest you contact the Malar Church," Bayer finally revealed his true intentions. "They confidently claim that the intensity of that battlefield is not high. But your presence might attract some overconfident enemies, enough to make you take a hot bath in their blood. Meanwhile, undercurrents are surging beneath that battlefield..."
Bayer laughed. "Some of those who openly refused to join us are probably trying to take advantage of the situation. If they still refuse to submit, then their lives are naturally no longer our business."
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