At the moment of death, Melkor, the god of death, preserved his divine power, divinity and part of his essence in the artifact - the Crown of Horns, waiting for the opportunity to return again;

Baal, the god of murder, has created countless descendants in batches, intending to regroup his strength through the killing and devouring of these descendants, and ultimately achieve the purpose of being resurrected in the body of the last son of Baal.

In other words, Baal, who is still lying dead in the star world, is actually conscious.

Every killing and devouring among the sons of Baal will increase his power and attract his attention..."

Zuo Si did not hide anything, and openly stated the plan of the God of Murder on the eve of the turbulent year.

You must know that the Sons of Baal were not created in just a few years as many people think.

Quite the opposite!

This process may last one to two hundred years or even two to three hundred years.

Especially for long-lived races such as dragons, elves, and giants, it takes hundreds of years to grow to adulthood, so they must be sown early.

On the contrary, races with relatively short lifespans such as humans, goblins, and orcs were basically mass-produced on the eve of the Year of Turmoil.

Therefore, the age gap between the sons of Baal is very shocking. There are blue dragons like Abazigo whose sons are adults, and little guys like Sancho and Imoen who are not yet eighteen years old.

"So...you plan to kill the resurrection plan of Baal, the God of Murder, and then support one of your own to take power?"

Fuzuoer Qianberry seemed to have noticed something, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes.

"Haha, this is just the most insignificant part of the entire huge plan.

I had a complete idea about the Sons of Baal and the empty Blood Throne a long time ago.

No matter who wants to join this game, or is eager to get a piece of it, they will be my enemies.

Oh, by the way, remember to kill the monster bandits, shapeshifters and shadow druids under Sarevok's command.

I don't want to spend a lot of effort cleaning them up after taking Baldur's Gate."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si left a playful expression on the Moon Sea Tyrant, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.

Fuzoul Chanbury sat on the chair and silently savored the meaning. After about two or three minutes, he stood up and began to issue orders, so that the army that had rested for several days began to take action.

He placed the main force on the south bank of Wan Ting River, on the plain some distance away from the place of death.

The rest of the army is guarding the open area with the best view on the north bank to prevent Baldur's Gate's cavalry from crossing the river where the water level is relatively shallow and launching a surprise attack around the back.

Since the only bridge on the Meandering River, Baliskell Bridge, is controlled by Zhentil Keep, Fuzor Chambery can quickly mobilize his troops without having to take rafts or find water like his opponents.

Shallow place.

……

On the other side, at the top of Troll's Claw Peak less than ten kilometers away, Aberdare and his party were sitting in the open space to rest.

The reason why they chose to climb up with all their strength was because they wanted to occupy a favorable position and observe the entire battlefield from a high position, then find and lock Sarevok's position, and wait for the opportunity to launch a beheading raid on him.

To this end, the team also obtained a group teleportation scroll from the last clone of Mansung.

This scroll allows anyone to teleport instantly to any place within sight.

Don’t think that this act of taking the enemy general’s head from the crowd is crazy.

In Faerûn, the same tactic is actually quite common when high-level spellcasters are involved.

This is why many powerful rulers must have a certain professional level, or even be a powerful warrior or spellcaster themselves.

In many ancient aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, there are rarely waste or prodigal sons.

Because it is impossible for any family in this situation to continue to this day.

He had died in the enemy's beheading operations in frequent wars and conflicts, and finally the entire family was slaughtered.

Therefore, in Faerûn, describing a noble can be arrogant, evil, cunning, insidious, cruel, cold, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical, but stupidity is rarely used.

"How long are we going to wait here?"

After drinking some clean mountain spring water, Aberdare wiped his face and couldn't help but ask.

I don’t know if it’s the influence of Barr’s bloodline, the desire to avenge his adoptive father Gillian, or the anger caused by being framed, but in short, his face looks quite scary at the moment.

In particular, the blood vessels under the skin bulge faintly on the forehead and cheeks, forming a very strange pattern and pattern.

If it were Zuo Si or Sarevok here, he would definitely recognize that these patterns are almost exactly the same as what they look like after transforming into a killer.

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Jasira was undoubtedly aware of this and responded with a slightly worried tone: "Looking at the postures of both sides, the fight should start at this time tomorrow.

In other words, we need to stay in the mountains for at least a day or two.

How are you feeling now?

Did you notice anything wrong?"

Aberdare clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth and replied: "I'm fine!

Better than ever!

There seems to be endless strength in the body!

This time, I must personally cut off Sarevok’s head to pay homage to Gillian.

At the same time, let him understand the price of provoking us."

"Be careful, I think you have become more and more bloodthirsty recently, and your emotions are getting easier and easier to lose control of. This is not a good sign!" Jasira reminded in a low voice.

"Don't worry, my anger will only be poured out on the enemy."

Aberdare obviously did not take the warning of his adoptive father's friend to heart, but was looking forward to the coming war.

In contrast, Imoen, the other son of Baal in the team, has obviously not yet awakened, and does not feel the restlessness of his bloodline at all. He still maintains his quirky style and cheerful personality, and is leaning on Atio while flipping through a book.

This is a book about the principles and introduction to magic.

Perhaps because of the familiar relationship, she is no longer as afraid of this white bear cub who will show extreme violence during battles as she was at first, but she likes to be with him very much.

On the one hand, she feels safe, and on the other hand, few girls her age can resist the temptation of furry and cute animals.

After all, when he is not in a fighting state, Atio usually maintains the size of a sub-adult black bear. He looks chubby, cute, and not dangerous at all.

"Hey! Xiaobai, if I become a powerful mage in the future, how about you being my magic pet?"

Imoen suddenly put down the book in his hand, stretched out a finger and poked Atio's soft belly.

"Woooooooo——"

The white bear cub shook his head vigorously to express his refusal without hesitation.

It feels that if it dares to betray its master, even if it is lucky enough to survive, it will probably be forcibly opened as punishment.

As a bear determined to pass on its genetic genes, it has long been prepared to find one hundred and eighty female bears as mates as soon as it reaches adulthood, and then give birth to hundreds of offspring.

Before that, you must keep your reproduction tools and never lose them.

"Why? Because of your master who hasn't shown up yet?" Imoen continued to ask enthusiastically.

She was full of curiosity about this mysterious man who had never shown up.

After all, according to Jasila, in order to make the beast king, the darling of great nature, take orders from him, the other party must be a very powerful legendary druid or soul shaman.

"..."

Atio is obviously hesitant to tell the truth.

But the next second, it suddenly noticed something, turned around suddenly, cast its eyes on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, and roared sharply at the narrow gap between the rock and the ground: "Roar!!!!!!!"
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Instantly!

The other team members sitting not far away were all alarmed.

Jasira, who was very alert, immediately ran over and asked: "What's going on? Did you discover something?"

Since the druid has the innate ability to understand animals, she quickly understood the meaning of the white bear cub, and immediately whistled to summon a squirrel from a nearby tree.

After receiving the instruction, the latter quickly swooped into the rock crevice.

Within three to five seconds, a childish scream and curse came from inside.

"Ah!!!! Damn it! What the fuck is this? Get out of here! Get out of my pants!"

"Is there...someone? And the voice sounds like a boy!"

Khalid opened his mouth in surprise.

You must know that not just anyone can climb this mountain peak.

Not to mention that because there are no roads, many places require the use of ropes to climb. The presence of troll hunters nearby is enough to become a nightmare for many novice adventurers.

Without the power of strong acid and fire, there is no way to stop the troll's unreasonable regeneration ability.

A bottle of hot glue or strong acid worth dozens or even hundreds of gold coins is not something that any adventure team can afford.

"Just force him out and you will know."

Jasila completed the spell casting at an extremely fast speed.
To be continued...