Now that the time is ripe, it is natural to use all means available.

A coalition army composed of frost giants, orcs, goblins, ogres, gnolls, white dragons and other monsters who were bewitched by the followers of Cyric had just stepped out of the mountains of the Spine of the World and wanted to go south, but they were teleported to Weir.

Mace, a group of Liches and Dire Wolf Legions killed him.

Basically, he either died on the spot, or he knelt down and begged for mercy and became a prisoner.

Zuo Si obviously had no intention of interfering with these trivial matters that his subordinates could handle on their own.

Because at this moment, he is sitting in the high tower of the City of Judgment, conducting an unknown secret transaction with Yeager.

Since the new God of Death, Kelanvor, who had just taken over, was still having a midnight date with the Goddess of Magic and had not returned, this ancient God of Death naturally took over the authority and quickly restored order to the Hazy Realm from chaos with extremely skilled operations.<

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Those portals often used by demons are now controlled by powerful undead armies.

Once there are signs of demon invasion, these high-level undead will immediately swarm them and kill them all.

As for the devil who helped maintain order in the past, he has obtained a license from the third-generation God of Death, Kelanvor, and can freely roam the city of Judgment. Through endless speeches and instigation, he can make mortal souls sign contracts and go to hell.<

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In short, without Cyric as a troublemaker, the world of the dead immediately seemed a lot cleaner.

Although the overall atmosphere is still gloomy, at least the soul has no fear and uneasiness, and everything is being implemented in accordance with the established rules.

The messengers sent by the gods can also take the souls of believers safely back to the kingdom of gods.

However, one god is an exception, and that is Cyric, the Prince of Lies, who officially declared war on the gods.

The souls of his followers who have fallen into madness are currently being imprisoned in a huge temporary prison, enduring the torture and torture of the devils day and night.

Unless you sign a contract and sell your soul, this torture will never stop.

Obviously, this is a naked and undisguised revenge.

Because Cyric did not perform his duties seriously during the period when he became the God of Death, many gods lost the souls of many believers.

Now, Yeager also wants to give the Prince of Lies a similar taste.

But Zuo Si felt that with Cyric's current crazy mental state, he probably wouldn't care much about the life and death of believers' souls.

The two of them just sat in front of the table, staring at each other without saying a word.

After several minutes, Yeager took the lead to break the silence and said in a slightly playful tone: "I can give you the priesthoods of attrition, decline, and exhaustion. But the question is what are you going to use in exchange?

?"

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "It depends on what you want, the great Lord of the end of all things.

After all, even the value of the same item is different in everyone's eyes.

An item that may be more precious than life to one person may be worthless to another person.

Only by understanding your needs can I offer a corresponding price."

"Haha, you are very smart and very good at asking for trouble. You actually want to test me with this kind of insinuation."

Jaeger let out a deep laugh.

As the oldest god of death in Faerûn, his wisdom, vision and thoughts have become extremely terrifying under the baptism and tempering of time.

"No, this is not a test, but to better conclude this deal. What's more, I am not a god, and I will not become one in the future. I will not pose any threat to you at all." Zuo Si calmly replaced him.

He defended himself.

Yeager raised his right hand and stretched out a dry finger, pointing to the location where the planeswalker spark was hidden on his chest and sighed slightly: "Yes! With the ability to travel through different time and space at will, who would want to be

God is firmly bound in the spiritual world."

Zuo Si keenly caught the flash of desire in the eyes of the ancient god of death, and asked in an uncertain tone: "So you want to get a planeswalker's spark?"

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"If it were thousands of years ago before I became the God of Death, my answer would definitely be yes.

No intelligent creature can resist the temptation of constantly traveling to other worlds, exploring different scenery, and learning all kinds of knowledge.

But unfortunately, it's all too late.

Because becoming a god means abandoning mortal nature and becoming a pure spiritual existence.

There is no way the spark of divinity can coexist with the spark within you.

I can feel that when the two collide, something very, very terrible will happen."

Jaeger replied with a slightly regretful tone.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Zuo Si's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Jaeger lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said: "I want a world, a world that only belongs to me."

"You mean... let me find a world without God, and then establish faith so that you can come to the incarnation?"

Zuo Si obviously did not expect that the other party would make such a request.

It's not too difficult, but too easy.

For a planeswalker, finding such a time, space or plane is easier than eating and drinking.

"No, it's not the incarnation.

But to completely give up everything you have now, reincarnate from a god to a mortal, and then become a god as a mortal.

In addition, I have an additional requirement, that is, this world must be outside the universe where Toril is located.

In return, I can support all your initiatives and actions in Faerûn.

Including the fatalism, grand funeral, several priesthoods of tomb guarding that I have now, as well as all the divine power and inheritance, they will all belong to you after the reincarnation is completed."

Jaeger stated all his demands in one breath.

There is no doubt that this is quite unusual for a god.

Especially reincarnation is equivalent to a billionaire suddenly announcing that he will donate all his property, and then go to the bottom of society and start working hard again.

This is quite unusual from any angle.

Zuo Si looked at the ancient God of Death sitting across the table with great confusion, trying to figure out what the other person was singing. After a while, he couldn't help but test it: "Can you tell me the reason for doing this?

”

"Sorry, this is my personal secret and I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is that there is no conspiracy involved here. I just want to leave Toril and start over."

After saying that, Yeager stopped making any sound and just waited patiently for a reply.

"Deal!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Zuo Si finally decided to agree.

After all, the whole thing looks like nothing is going to be lost from beginning to end.

All he needs to do is to pick one of the many worlds and help the ancient god of death complete his reincarnation, that's all.

As for what will happen to the world in the future, that is none of his business.

Anyway, judging from what Yeager has done in the past, at best it is to establish a country that is inclined towards lawful evil and can only worship itself, and will not be crazy enough to engage in disasters such as annihilation of the world.

"Fifty years! I will give you fifty years to prepare and search. After fifty years, I will ask you to fulfill this promise." Jaeger said solemnly.

"Yes. As the lord of the ninth level of hell, I solemnly promise you that I will help you find a satisfactory world and complete reincarnation within fifty years."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's body instantly expanded and transformed into the form of a big devil. He stretched out his right hand and held it with the other's withered hand of the dead.

Instantly!

A hell contract appeared out of thin air, and then turned into a ball of flame and burned up in the air.

Seeing that the contract was completely turned into ashes and scattered in the wind, a creepy smile finally appeared on Yeager's withered skull face, and then he lightly curled his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, several groups of light flashing in different colors flew over from unknown places and floated on the empty table.

He pointed to the one on the far left and introduced: "Attrition, decay, exhaustion, dusk, autumn, parasites, and old age, these priesthoods were all given to Melkor, the previous generation of God of Death.

However, due to their obvious evil tendencies, they were rejected by the current God of Death, Klanvor.

Now I hand them over to you and hope you can dispose of them properly.

Especially at dusk and autumn, it is easy to conflict with the Lord of Dawn and some nature gods.

Also, are you sure you don’t need my help to bring over the hanging priest of death and murder on the Throne of Baal?”

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but no need. I have other plans for those sons of Baal who are starting to wake up one after another."

Zuo Si bowed politely, then returned to his human form. He raised his hand and stuffed these things that would make many gods salivate into the prepared containers.

Just as he was about to stand up and say goodbye, he suddenly saw a black light falling from the sky.

The newly appointed Death God Kelanvor is finally back...

As the controller of the entire Hazy Realm, he obviously noticed Zuo Si on top of the tower at a glance. He teleported in instantly and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Aren't you a midnight elect? Why are you here?"<
To be continued...