Broad World

Just as Henry was assigning tasks to his subordinates, a terrible conspiracy was brewing at the junction of Tethyr's southern marching mountains and Mill Forest. ＋◆Top＋◆Point＋◆Small＋◆Say,

In an unknown building, several people wrapped in cloaks were sitting together, and a huge golden skull was carved in the middle of the round table. markers, along with several raised arrows on the edge of the table, each aimed at one of the participants.

Suddenly, one of them slammed the table hard and stood up and yelled at everyone: "Green's adopted son has become a demigod! His power is far beyond estimate, we should take action sooner!"

"Don't worry so much, even if you become a demigod, that idiot's fate has already been doomed." Another hooded man said quite disdainfully.

It seems that in his eyes, the godhead is not worth mentioning if the godhead has not reached the weak level of divine power, and his arrogant tone is unbelievable.

"Are you sure we can rest assured? The final plan is about to start, and any uncertain factors should be dealt with as soon as possible." Another person made a very cautious suggestion.

"Of course, I can assure you that this son of Baal is finished, and he has nowhere to escape." The corner of the mouth of the person sitting near the door turned up slightly as he spoke, showing a playful smile.

"Then I announce that the final plan will officially enter the countdown, and it will be officially launched in August to September next year. The killing power will condense unprecedentedly in this land, and the throne will choose the most suitable master for it."

"Of course we've all been waiting for this moment, haven't we?"

"But only one can be the winner!"

"We need to get rid of other competitors before we do that. Isn't that why we formed an alliance?"

"Then please go gather your own army and get ready. The brutal fight will soon begin."

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As the content of the conversation becomes more and more in-depth. The relationship between everyone present also began to become clear.

obviously. They are not solid allies, but a fragile alliance formed to protect their own interests, and there are also huge internal conflicts. I am afraid that every guy wants others to die in accidents, so that he can reduce a strong competition opponent.

The meeting was very short. After only ten minutes, one person stood up and announced with a sneer: "No matter what, the Throne of Slaughter must belong to me in the end, and no one can take it away from me."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out without looking back. There was only a burst of unbridled laughter echoing in the corridor, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Hmph! What an egomaniac, does he think that the dragon blood can still have much advantage in this battle of demigods?" A slender woman stared at the door and sarcastically said.

The man with the hood on his right hand shook his head lightly: "No, don't underestimate that guy. I heard that he has enslaved quite a few of his kind by some means. I believe you all should know that the adult dragon is What a terrifying destructive force a war can cause."

"Ha! It's just a school of flying lizards, and our great race of giants has killed more than one dragon."

Speaking of which, a man twice as tall as the others stood up, slapped the table hard, and then pushed open the door and walked out. Judging from the beard on his chin that looked like a burning flame, there was no doubt that he was a powerful fire giant leader.

In the next few minutes, the few remaining people also left. In the end, there were only two people who had never spoken a word, sitting there without moving, especially the male sitting facing the skeleton. His hands were always on the table, not even the slightest tremor.

Terrible self-control!

Judging from the back of his hand and forearm full of scars, he should be a monk who has experienced cruel training.

After all, apart from them in the entire Faerun continent, there is no other profession that uses their hands as weapons, and refuses to use any shields or armors. Comparable to legendary weapons.

Of course, pure physical strength can't achieve such an effect, monks also have a kind of energy called qi. Through practice, meditation, and tempering one's own state of mind perception, and guide this powerful force that exists in everyone's body, to deal fierce continuous blows to the enemy.

As representatives of order and self-discipline, their bodies and souls are constantly improving and sublimating through continuous practice. After entering the legend, they will undergo a strengthening from the inside out, turning from humans into outright magical creatures, not only immune All diseases and toxins, and also have extremely terrible physical and magic resistance, as long as they are not killed immediately, then the powerful self-healing ability can heal all wounds within a few days.

It can be said that this is a profession that is very fragile in the early stage and quite terrifying in the later stage. As long as it exceeds a certain level, the monk's body will never age, and no matter how old he is, he will not start to decline like warriors and thieves. Therefore, it is one of the few physical attack professions that can pose a great threat to the caster.

"Balzach, what do you think of those ambitious brothers and sisters?" The woman sitting opposite the monk asked with a meaningful smile.

"Every son of Baal must die. This is the oath I made. No matter how many sins I bear, I will fulfill it. Baal's dirty blood must be completely wiped out, no one can be an exception." After speaking, he was called Baal. Zah's man instantly released a powerful aura, and all the empty chairs were blown to powder with a bang.

There is no doubt that he is a legendary monk, and the control and use of his own "Qi" has reached the pinnacle, even the legendary mage may not be able to guard against it.

The woman bent down, grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it into the air, then opened her mouth and asked, "Why don't you use the divine power in your body? I believe that as long as you break the seal, even if the four of them unite, they will not be your opponent."

"I will not release this power of depravity and evil, and I will never let it stain my soul. You are dead, Melissa. Don't think I don't know your plan." Balzach's tone was firm . At the same time, he raised his head and stared at each other with eagle-like eyes.

If you change to an ordinary person. Under the oppression of the legendary monk's strong will, he might have collapsed long ago. But the woman seemed to feel nothing. Just smiled lightly: "Hehe, you really deserve to be the strongest among the five descendants, whether it is strength or soul. But it is a pity that the other four are busy fighting for power, and you alone are not enough to fight against me .”

After hearing this sentence, Balzach clenched his fists and asked, "So Ge Lian's adopted son is also a pawn you arranged?"

"He has great potential, and he also has a lot of powerful partners. If you make good use of it, it may have unexpected effects... Of course, you can also give him a little help by the way. Anyway, getting rid of all the sons of Baal is also your wish. , Isn't it?" The woman said with a weird smile on her face, then stood up and quickly disappeared through the gate.

"Gods are not puppets that you can manipulate at will, Melisanne, even if they are dead gods. Look, you will fall to pieces one day." Balzach muttered to himself looking at the gate.

He knew very well what the former first priestess of the God of Slaughter was going to do. He completely destroyed all possibilities of Baal's resurrection through betrayal, and then used the killing of the children of God to secretly gather strength. In one fell swoop to seize the bloody god.

Although this woman planned everything so perfectly, she missed one thing. Only the Sons of Slaughter can inherit the Throne of Slaughter, and as long as a Son of Baal is alive, she will never be truly recognized.

The meeting of the Alliance of Five Races finally came to an end. With the departure of the legendary monk Balzach, the building in the wilderness regained its tranquility. Except for a few people involved, no one knew what happened here, nor did they know that half a year later, they would start a terrible war, all for Baal's vacant throne.

Two days passed quickly, and early in the morning on the third day, a few kilometers away from the city gate of Askatera, three huge airships lifted off again, heading north towards Baldur's Gate. go ahead.

Perhaps it was due to the deterrent power of Henry's legendary mage, or it might be that Kesma did have some prestige and ability. In short, none of the more than 200 masked mages tried to escape, and many of them even brought their relatives with them.

In order to show his principle of being rewarded for meritorious service and punished for mistakes, Henry gave the old man a scroll with a limited wish of seventh-level magic in public. As for whether the other party used it to prolong life or do other things, he didn't care.

In addition, Kaidong's wife and two daughters were also accompanying him. With the help of the barbarian warriors, the move went very smoothly. Apart from the house itself and the floor, even small items like curtains and flowerpots were thrown into the hanger.

The girls who took the flying vehicle for the first time were very excited, and the elf loli became a lot more cheerful because of the company of her peers. The corridor was full of laughter for a while, mixed with the barking of the elf hounds.

"It's a real cute little guy, isn't it?" Kai Dong said with a look of relief.

"Yeah, maybe you can bring them as guests in the future, so that Elenia won't have nightmares often." Henry turned his head and looked at the dragons flying in groups outside the window and the many dragons they were dragging. arm giant.

Since the end of the battle of Suodanisla, all the captured evil dragons have been locked by the "Mithril Chain of Sorrow", and they have become captives unwillingly.

The brown dragon Ortagus and the black dragon Oroxis are always hovering around and monitoring everyone. If they find out that they are a little dishonest, they will be beaten up violently. Even the two female green dragons have been promoted to become overseer. In just a few days, the two of them had used violence to establish their authority among the dragons.

As for the multi-armed giant, it was simply because of its huge size that it couldn't be stuffed into the hanger, so I had to ask for a large tough net from the elves, and the dragons dragged it around the airship. The indifferent giant doesn't care about this, and even has the mood to catch birds flying by as snacks.

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