Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 64 Danseron’s Flying Ax
  Yes, the Iron Guard's engine technology comes from hell, and its predecessor is undoubtedly a creation of hell.

Normally, humans cannot control the creations of hell, let alone obtain the technology contained in them. Because humans are not devils, there is no way to create soul coins and there is no way to use soul technology, but Enver Gotash is an exception.

He betrayed a loyal and powerful bodyguard to the Devil Archduke Zariel in exchange for the technology of the Hell Engine, and that unlucky bodyguard was our teammate in Baldur's Gate 3, named Karak. Mighty tiefling barbarian warrior.

"Poor Sister Ka, she was betrayed by the person she trusted the most, and worked hard in a hellish place like hell for ten... no, it should only be eight years now. To be honest, this experience is already worse than mine, and this Everything is thanks to Gotash.”

Nohir shook his head. He might be able to empathize with this tragic experience to a certain extent. After all, although hell is many times worse than the main material plane, Nohir has also been wandering since he was a child.

At least in terms of how dangerous the world is to them, Nohir is confident that he is not inferior to Karak, but this is not something worth showing off.

"But what I have to say is that although Gotash is a liar, a careerist, and a glib politician, it is undeniable that he is indeed a genius."

He changed the technology of the Hell Engine given to him by Zariel so that it could adapt to other energies instead of souls. From this point alone, Gortash is enough to be called a genius.

Through this technology, working with Gond believers, and combining it with the golem craftsmanship of some mages, the first-generation Iron Guard was finally created, a semi-automatic combat robot that could only be driven by dwarfs or dwarfs and other dwarf races.

This may be considered a success in the eyes of Gond believers, but Gotash wants much more than that. What he needs is a powerful weapon that can be completely controlled by himself and only obey his orders.

He originally thought that he was stuck in a bottleneck, because it was almost impossible to achieve this. This method of human control was already the limit of the Iron Guard. After all, if a mage was used to enchant an intelligence that was loyal to oneself alone, it would consume a lot of money. The resources are too tight and there is no way to mass-produce it.

But what he didn't expect was that his old friend, Catheric Thom, one of the chosen people of the Three Gods of Death and the chosen person of Melkor, the God of the Dead, brought him a solution, which was undead magic.

Just turn the dead into zombies through undead magic, remove their brains through surgery, then implant mind flayer tadpoles in the brains, make them into brain cans, and place them in an absolutely safe foundry.

Connect the headless undead body to the torso of the Iron Guard, and then use psychic powers to send psychic instructions in conjunction with the master brain they controlled at the time. The brain and body maintain contact under the influence of undead magic, and through this A kind of connection to achieve the function of connection and remote control.

The Iron Guards are controlled by zombies, and the zombies are controlled by their brains. By controlling these brains, Gotash controls the Iron Guards, and is controlled by him alone.

After the technical breakthrough was completed, Gortash betrayed the Gond believers without hesitation. He gained the favor of the God of Tyranny through the achievement of Iron Guard, so he directly commanded the Bane sect to kidnap the Supreme Miracle. The families of all the Gond believers in the hall used this to blackmail them into building Iron Guards for themselves day and night.

He gouged out the eyes of the leader of the Gond believers to intimidate potential rebels, but even so he still felt it was not safe, so he also hung explosive collars around the necks of every Gond believer. As long as someone dares to resist, he will randomly kill one of the family members, remove his brain, turn his body into a zombie and place it in the Iron Guard.

Gotash is the epitome of ruthlessness, and Nohill is considering whether to take advantage of this opportunity to mess with him.

"I don't know how far this guy has taken his plan now. If his plan doesn't progress quickly, I can still take advantage of the three hell chariots in my hand to take advantage of the opportunity to attack him." Nohill began. Thinking about the likelihood of success of his plan, he sadly discovered that it was almost impossible to influence Gotash's plan with the power and resources he currently had.

"Maybe my three Hell Chariots won't be sold. After all, if the Gond believers are really cooperating with Gotash now, then they don't need to dismantle the Hell Engine to study the structure of that thing. ”

"And it's impossible for me to convince the Gond believers not to cooperate with Gotash anymore. After all, this guy is a complete liar. No one can see through his friendly disguise before he really shows his fangs."

"Maybe I can only sell those chariots as scrap metal. After all, the quality of those hell irons is still very good. They should weigh almost several tons if they are completely dismantled. I can make a lot of money just by relying on these hell irons."

Nohill covered his head with a headache. The plan really couldn't keep up with the changes, but it's still unclear what happened. Maybe that guy Gotash hasn't figured out how to improve the hell engine.

"Let's take one step at a time."

Clearing the messy thoughts in his mind, Nohir was almost reaching Danseron's flying ax.

With his height higher than ordinary people, Nohill looked around in the dense flow of people. Through the aisles between the houses on both sides of the bridge, he could clearly see the Jonsa River and the fleet of boats that kept coming and going in the river. It's really a beautiful scenery. The blue river water looks clear and pleasant, mixed with the salty sea breeze passing over the bridge, making Nohir's nerves that have been tense these days feel relaxed for a long time.

“It’s such a beautiful scenery, and what’s even better is that I didn’t encounter a single pickpocket along the way.”

Originally, this bridge was a paradise for thieves and pickpockets. Since people on both sides could only go back and forth through this bridge, there were also many houses and residents on this bridge, so many that it was even called the Feilong Bridge. It is Longdu District.

Such a dense flow of people has given thieves and pickpockets plenty of opportunities to take advantage of. However, the situation has improved greatly in recent times. A large number of Flame Fist soldiers are stationed in Feilongyan Fortress, and in small groups Patrolling back and forth across the entire bridge, this greatly deterred thieves and pickpockets because they did not want to take the blame for the murders, which directly caused the crime rate to plummet.

Nohir walked forward with the crowd without fear. Since there was no suspicious behavior and his clothes were neat and tidy like a refugee, the soldiers patrolling back and forth did not give Nohir a second glance.

Nohir arrived at his destination without any hindrance. After seeing the sign, he got out of the crowd and came to a three-story wooden house.

He walked along the stairs to the second floor. A shield-shaped signboard was hung on a horizontal iron pillar by two iron chains. Danselong's Flying Ax was clearly written on it. The signboard was decorated in a very fancy way. The silver-white hollowed-out giant ax covered the back, and upstairs was a magic potion store called Cotton Velvet Elixir. In addition to this clear sign, there was also a blackboard standing in front of the store.

"If you don't have good equipment, a hero will be stumped. Danseron's Throwing Ax is the best adventure supplies store in Baldur's Gate. It provides all kinds of adventure equipment. It's fair and affordable!"

　Thanks to the gun-hiding person I turned out to be the Sword Master, book friend 20181017175051940, and cat ancient god book friend for their support!

　　
  　
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