Chapter 843: If the living can’t do it, then the dead will do it(3/4)
The most talented Grand Arcanist in the history of Faerûn, Karsus, was able to cast zero-level arcane spells when he was still a baby. By the time he was in his twenties, he was already the Grand Arcanist at the pinnacle of the Netheril era.
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Sammaster, who is also extremely talented, only came into contact with magic when he was a teenager, and then he absorbed knowledge like a sponge. Before he was fifty, he was favored by the second-generation magic goddess Mystra.
But what about those without talent?
Look at the mages everywhere who are still in their 60s or 70s and are still stuck at LV3 or LV5. They are the truest reflections of ordinary spellcasters.
Therefore, the magic education system of the West Coast Empire is not actually cultivating talents, but screening them.
As for the remaining apprentices with mediocre talents, they can basically only work as magic item production line workers with a relatively good income.
Therefore, in terms of cost and price, even if the Red Robe Mage is killed, it is impossible to defeat the West Coast Empire.
This is the terrifying competitive advantage brought by scale.
The most important thing is that the West Coast Empire has more types of magic items and is willing to purchase local specialties at good prices to inject vitality into the economy through trade.
From the perspective of Serge's red-robed mage, this is completely driving him out of the traditional sphere of influence.
What's more, a war broke out between the two sides before, and as a result, they lost and ceded the province of Araul.
"Don't worry, the merchants of the West Coast Empire have always been very reputable.
And as long as you give them money, there is almost nothing they dare not sell.
I have ordered enough weapons and equipment to arm half a million people, enough to support a protracted war.
But before that, I suggest that we use our private guards to test it out.
It would be best if we could deal with Sazastan at the minimum cost or force him to give up the idea of becoming a dictator."
While saying this, the slightly fat chief took out a business contract from his arms and showed it to everyone.
"In that case, let's start taking action. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us."
Demetra Vlas, a mole and spy, decisively voted in favor.
Unlike other chiefs who could only fight with Sazastan on the land of Seer, she had found her next home early, and at worst, she would go directly to the West Coast Empire to defect to Zuo Si.
"agree!"
"Seconded!"
"It's time to show this bastard Sazhastan some color!"
"No one can rule Serre without parliament!"
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With the solemn statements of chiefs one after another, the Anti-Sazastan Alliance was finally formally established.
In just a few days, they began to send out their own private armed forces to attack.
Don't think that the scale of the private army of Chief Red-robed Mage Serge is small.
If they don't hold each other back, the direct guards controlled by any chief can easily destroy thousands of armies and conquer a small country.
Therefore, the chiefs of the parliament united to launch a war against Sazastan, which instantly intensified many internal problems and contradictions.
After all, the high-speed trade expansion of the West Coast Empire has greatly squeezed out Ser's market, causing various problems in its economy. The profits of the upper-class nobles and merchants have been greatly reduced, and the living standards of civilians have also plummeted.
Anger and dissatisfaction make the entire society like a pressure cooker full of steam.
If such a situation occurs in a certain country on earth, there are usually only two results.
One is for politicians to create border conflicts, stir up old and new grudges with neighboring countries to divert internal conflicts, or simply launch a war directly.
The other is the outbreak of serious civil strife, the current government being ousted, and vested interest groups being liquidated on a large scale.
But in Faerûn, which is filled with gods, magic and other supernatural powers, civilians have never been the main participants in politics.
Because their only advantage, numbers, is nothing compared to the former.
Only a benevolent ruler like the original Lord Nasir of Neverwinter who believed in Tyr, the god of justice, would tolerate riots from the lower classes.
In Ser, ruled by the red-robed mage, if civilians and slaves in any area dare to riot, what awaits them will be merciless massacre.
If a village all participates in the riot, then kill all the village. If all the city participates in the riot, then kill the entire city. There will never be a trace of kindness and mercy.
Anyway, after a person dies, the body can be pulled up and reused.
Therefore, the red-robed mages have never cared about what the common people at the bottom think, just like humans don't care about the ants crawling under their feet.
As a result, a very incredible magical scene appeared in the territory of Ser.
That is, the chiefs' private armed forces swaggered through the city in groups, and even fought inextricably with Sazastan's private armed forces, while the surrounding civilians acted as if they had not seen anything and were doing whatever they were supposed to do.
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Anyway, the battle between the chiefs has existed since the day the country was founded and continues to this day.
No matter how many chiefs died and how fierce wars broke out between them, they had nothing to do with the common people.
This kind of indifference, numbness towards politics, and indifference to the fate of the country perfectly explains Searle's deformed social and power structure.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the huge fireballs emitted by the simple mobile siege mage tower continued to explode on the fortress wall and made loud noises, Sazastan, who was staying in his lair, had a gloomy expression on his face.
Because he never dreamed that after he announced that he was the chief executive, all his allies would immediately turn against each other and fall into a state of betrayal and alienation.
Not only that, the chiefs of the parliament also united to launch an attack on the initiative.
"So, is my prediction correct? All the chiefs are against you because the changes you want have seriously touched their bottom line. There is no way to avoid this war. You must change your thinking immediately to deal with it, otherwise it will
There is only one way to fail."
Standing next to him, the master of the entangled talisman, Lagon, had a frightening red light in his eyes and reminded him in a tone without any emotion.
"I don't understand! Why are they doing this? Especially Samas, the chief of the transformation department! Everything he has now is given by me! But this guy did not hesitate to stand against me."
Sazastan was obviously furious and felt deeply hurt and betrayed.
He obviously just wants to make Ser better and make the entire Red Robe Mage organization stronger to cope with the increasing pressure from the West Coast Empire in the economic, political, and military fields.
This is beneficial to everyone and can greatly reduce problems caused by internal friction.
Otherwise, as the share of trade continues to decline, the country's situation will only get worse and worse, and one day it may even completely become a vassal and puppet of the other party.
Lagun glanced at this "similar" and let out a low, hoarse laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!
Don’t you still understand or realize that you are undergoing a reform that will touch the interests and rights of countless people?
Especially the centralization of power shakes the basic principles that have been passed down from the very beginning of the entire Red Robe Mage organization.
What's more, you are a lich, an undead creature that is cold and heartless in the eyes of living people.
The other chiefs are all real people.
So you are different from them from the beginning.
If you want to completely achieve your goal, you must have the determination to completely destroy this country and rebuild it, and then use undead creatures like yourself to establish absolute rule."
"You mean...let the dead rule the living?!"
Sazastan was visibly taken aback.
Because this is too bold, it can easily be targeted by gods and their churches who hate undead creatures.
But the feasibility is also very high.
After all, after being the chief of the Necromancer Department for so many years, he has a large number of high-level undead creatures such as lichs, vampires, and death knights, which are enough to build a complete ruling framework.
Especially the lich who was once transformed from an apprentice is often very loyal, and the phylactery is basically in his hands, so there is basically no possibility of betrayal.
Lagun noticed Sazhastan's mood swings, and slightly opened his jaw with only bones remaining and asked meaningfully: "Why not?
As far as I know, Soth controlled the core members of the Arcane Order through this method.
Do you think any lich has betrayed him since the establishment of the Arcane Society?
The answer is none.
Of course, if you think this is too ostentatious, you can also be a little more subtle.
For example, support some living puppets to stand in the front desk, and then let the lich and other undead creatures control the puppets from behind.
Anyone who dares to disobey will be asked to step down or disappear from the world."
"It sounds good, I will seriously consider it.
But before that, I must first destroy this alliance formed by other chiefs.
Since they want war, then I will give them war.
Anyway, I’m tired of this endless political game.”
After saying that, Sazastan turned around and gave orders to the undead agent hiding in the corner.
"Inform Garaus immediately. The governors of the two provinces of Xexel have begun to assemble their troops. This time I will completely destroy the entire chief council and the forces under their command."
To be continued...