"Yes, and no. As a new god, I am still too young and lack experience in dealing with this matter, so I want to observe it for a while before talking. After all, this young man named Soth did not have my consent.

You can also use this knowledge and power with the power of a planeswalker."

Midnight expressed her inner thoughts without any secret.

Due to the large-scale "internet disconnection" for Cyric and the church, it was almost besieged by the gods.

Therefore, she is extremely cautious in her attitude towards magic.

Unlike the first generation of Magic Goddess, it was completely allowed to develop freely without restriction.

It’s not like the second-generation magic goddess who crazily accepted all kinds of magic geniuses under her command, or gave them the identity of a chosen one, or descended into an incarnation to have an intimate relationship with them.

Including the mage god Azuth, Elminster, Kelben, the Seven Sisters of the North, etc., they were all born during the period of the second-generation magic goddess.

"Prudentness is a precious quality. You made a very wise choice." Ogema's eyes sparkled with wisdom.

"Thank you for the compliment. But do you have any good suggestions for dealing with Planeswalker Soth? You must know that the card magic he uses is not subject to my monitoring and restrictions." Midnight continued to ask humbly.

Ogma responded with a smile: "I don't have any good suggestions in this regard.

However, based on my personal experience and feeling, it may be a good choice to let go of my arrogance as a God and approach Him as a relatively equal person to communicate and discuss with Him.

Because I can feel that Soth has an unusual interest and desire for magical knowledge.

Believe me, there is nothing more rewarding than helping and investing in a rising Planeswalker.

Especially for gods like you and me."

"I understand. Thank you again for your wise guidance."

Midnight put one hand on her chest and bowed, then disappeared without a trace from the Palace of Knowledge.

Since she is the embodiment of magic nets and spells, the goddess of magic does not need to chant spells and perform various complicated spell-casting actions like mortals.

Quite the opposite!

Casting a spell is as easy for her as breathing.

"You're welcome..."

Watching the third-generation magic goddess who still retains much of her mortal nature leave, Ogma's mind instantly flashed to Cyric, who became a god almost at the same time, and whose behavior was not very reliable, and a flash of emotion quickly appeared on his face.

A very strange expression.

For some reason, he always had a premonition that these two gods, who were mortal enemies when they were mortals, would most likely cause some earth-shattering event in the future.

After all, the conflict between the two powerful divine powers in terms of priesthood is already quite fierce. If coupled with the personal grudges accumulated over a long period of time, no one knows what will happen in the end.

Of course, this little episode has not affected the good mood of the God of Knowledge recently.

After a while, he returned to his palace and continued to review the interesting knowledge and opinions from other worlds, and even encouraged the believers living here to study and debate.

……

At the same time, on the trade route of the Sword Coast on the west coast of Faerûn.

A huge green dragon just passed through the white sky, squinting its eyes and staring at the anomalies below from the Supreme Wasteland to the Troll Roaring Forest.

Especially the wolves controlled by magical charms, the countless local specialty trolls, and the groups of hobgoblins and bugbears, forming a huge monster army.

The person who controls these monsters is none other than the vampires sponsored by Irenekas and Badi.

These powerful undead creatures rely on their innate [Domination] ability to easily control these monsters with weak wills and hearts.

In addition, there is also a black dragon who is suspected of being employed.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that these guys definitely have bad intentions.

In the view of Balisriyat, an experienced veteran, the other party had launched such a large battle either to ambush a powerful enemy or to prepare to capture a nearby town.

However, considering the situation at the junction of the High Wasteland and the Troll's Roaring Forest, there is no place to go.

It is estimated that the only valuable target is the Dragonspear Castle connected to the Underdark.

He didn't think that the other party had gone to such great lengths just to get an entrance to the Dark Territory.

What's more, Dragonlance Castle is currently controlled by a group of priests from Tempus, the God of War, and coupled with a large number of experienced adventurers, anyone who wants to capture it will have to pay a very heavy price.

"It is indeed an ambush against the master." Dracolich raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile.

After all, the reason why the conspiracy is terrible is that it is silent and unknown.

But if you are exposed in advance, it is equivalent to exposing your most vulnerable point to the enemy.

At this moment, at least a dozen ways to "play" the opponent to the point where life would be worse than death appeared in Barisriyat's mind.

No hesitation!

He swooped down from a high altitude to the ground.

Because the speed was too fast, it instantly aroused the vigilance of the other black dragon.

The latter even put on a defensive posture, with a hint of undetectable fear flashing across his eyes.

Because this green dragon disguised as a dracolich is so big that even with the naked eye, one can tell that it is an ancient dragon.

Fortunately, when he was about two to three hundred meters above the ground, Barisriyat began to slow down and finally landed steadily on the grass next to him.

He first pretended to look around, then raised his head and asked in a slightly playful tone: "Can you tell me what you want to do with so many monsters gathered here?"

"Excuse me, are you..."

A senior member of the Emerald Society cautiously probed.

He was not too surprised by the green dragon falling from the sky in front of him.

Because there are at least two dozen green dragons living in the Dragon Forest on the south bank of the Shewei River.

If it were not unclear about the location of these green dragons' lairs, the Emerald Society would have sent people to negotiate with them one by one, hiring them to join the ambush by paying them.

In fact, as long as the reward is enough, most dragons from the evil camp don't mind doing "day labor" occasionally.

Of course, if anyone hires a dragon and wants to default on the debt afterwards.

Please be sure to refer to the famous Shaan Dynasty in the history of Calimshan, how it came to an end due to the crazy revenge of "Sharp Tooth", the "salary seeker" Ivicora Thaglan.

After all, creatures like dragons have been fully equipped with the "Grudge-holding" attribute from the moment they were born.

It is said that many ancient dragons can even remember the faces of every enemy that has offended them.

Then he patiently spends years, decades, or even centuries, slowly planning a revenge against himself and his descendants.

"My name is Barisriart, you can also call me the Green Nightmare."

The Dracolich pretended to be proud and raised his head, and reported the name he used when he was alive.

"Emerald Nightmare?!"

Upon hearing this name, the eyes of the senior officials of the Emerald Society instantly shone, and they immediately put one hand on their chest and bowed deeply.

"I can't believe that you are here. Please allow me to express my inner excitement and respect."

"Hehehe, you are very good at talking, human being."

Barisriyat put on a very useful look to confuse the other party.

He knew very well that this stupid mage wanted to hire him, just like the black dragon next to him.

Facts have proved that the Dracolich has very accurately grasped the hearts of the top leaders of the Emerald Society.

That is the desire to attract as many powerful creatures as possible to join this ambush against Zuo Si.

After a few simple compliments and polite words, the high-level mage suddenly changed the subject and said in a very sincere tone: "The great Lord Balisriyat.

As you can see we are gathering our forces to attack and capture someone, but we currently lack the help of a powerful dragon like you.

Of course, we will pay sufficient compensation, such as gems with a total value of no less than 50,000 gold coins.

I wonder if you are willing to accept it?"

"There are too few gems worth fifty thousand gold coins. If it were one hundred thousand gold coins, I might consider accepting your invitation."

Balisriyat's unceremonious lion opens his mouth.

He understands that only by fully demonstrating the greed of an evil green dragon can he minimize the other party's wariness.

"Deal! But the reward can only be paid after the transaction is completed." The high-level mage quickly added.

Although he was very excited to successfully hire a powerful ancient dragon, he did not forget that green dragons are insidious and cunning creatures.

If the remuneration or deposit is paid in advance, it is entirely possible that the other party will not work after receiving the money.

Balisriyat pretended to be displeased, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and responded reluctantly: "Okay. But I have to return to the lair first. You give me a specific time, and I will wait until I take action."

I will rush over."

"No problem! According to the plan, we will start in three days. So please be sure to come back within two days." The high-level mage immediately gave the time for the rendezvous.

Unfortunately, he didn't even realize that he was being tricked, and even the dracolich took the opportunity to see clearly.

"Very good! I will fly over to you within two days."

After saying these words, Balisriyat took off into the sky and flew straight towards the south.
To be continued...