Broad World

In the north, on the ruins of Baldur's Gate city, officials are directing a large number of workers to clean up the rubbish. This article was first published by 　　. Since receiving the news that the Sahua Murloc was defeated, Hawke has recruited a lot of people and began to gradually repair it. After all, Belgoost is inland, and there are no canals around it, which is quite inconvenient in terms of transportation. If it were not supported by an airship, I am afraid that food and the like would be consumed in half on the road.

But Baldur's Gate is different. Not only is it close to the sea, but there is also a Chong Sa River that can be used for transportation. The most important thing is that if the ruling center is moved back here, you can better control the large tracts of land and towns newly occupied in the north. You must know that Corey has now begun to march towards Soba. If nothing else, he can successfully defeat the Iron Throne in one to two days and expand the power of the principality to the edge of the highest wasteland.

As an old captain from a deep water city, Hawke knew what this meant. We must know that since the demise of the Ilfaran Kingdom, the entire West Hartland region has not really risen any decent power. Most of the towns and villages continue the ancient tradition and have maintained a loose alliance.

Deepwater City, Amn, Cormyr, and even the distant Fort Sandil (a member of the Santarin Society, the legendary mage Manzon is the lord of this place) all want to influence it. For this reason, they have been trying to win over rulers from all over the world without hesitation, and Fort Sandil has lost its capital, occupying a majestic fortress on the east side of the Sunset Mountains. The surrounding residents call it the Dark Fort.

The name comes from the black rocks used to build the castle, and they come from a place far away from West Hartland. The magnificent gates, corridors, and ceilings of the Dark Castle were built for giants. In ancient legends, this fortress was built in an era when giants ruled the entire Faerun. Or the age of the Netheril Empire that can enslave the elemental elders.

But these countries and forces ultimately failed. They all underestimated the universal characteristics of the people on this land. That is strong, independent, and exclusive. And I am proud of being able to prosper in such a challenging environment. These people have honed an extremely tough will in the day-to-day battles with monsters and beasts.

But Henry's rapid rise brought an opportunity for reunification. As a local power, his expansion will not attract the rejection of most residents. As long as this war is won, the influence of the North will cross the Bariskell Bridge and advance to the High Wasteland. To the east, it can extend to the end of the green wilderness by virtue of the river.

Verdasco, Ilyaba, and Dongxing City, these towns along the river cannot withstand the powerful army of the Principality at all, and only one envoy needs to be sent at that time. To ensure the safety of the property of the ruling class in the city, I believe it is not difficult to bring it under the rule. In this way, the most prosperous southern part of the entire West Hartland region is almost all owned by the Principality.

Hawke even believed that as long as Henry himself did not have any accidents, at most ten to twenty years, from the east to Longhu, to the Dagger Beach and the Drinbail River in the north, all will become part of this country's territory. What a vast land, no one will object to it even if it claims to be an empire. He trembled with excitement at the thought that he would be the pioneer and witness of this country.

"My lord, there is a high tower in the city that has been sealed off. Our people can't get in at all." An official's report interrupted the old man's reverie.

"Which direction?" Hawke asked with a frown.

"North District. And..." The officials were a little hesitant and stopped, but they thought about it again and again. He still said: "And there seems to be some movement there, and the workers can hear a very strange sound as soon as they get closer."

"Let everyone stay away, there is the Lord's Mage Tower, no matter what happens, we can't talk about it, understand?" Hawke reprimanded with a serious expression. Because he suddenly remembered Robert's advice a few days ago, and vaguely knew that there was something invisible underneath.

The official was frightened in a cold sweat by these words, and nodded desperately. "Understood! I will let the workers leave."

Seeing the panic of the young man in front of him, Hawke nodded in satisfaction. "Remember, do your own things well, as for other things, it's best not to bother. Go, there are still many areas in this city that need to be cleaned up."

"Please rest assured, I am definitely not a nosy person." As he said, the official walked quickly towards the tower. Everyone knows that the entire Principality is now in a period of ascendancy, and he doesn't want to ruin his future because of a single mistake.

At the same time, in the basement of the Mage Tower, Lahir was leading all the vampire girls to pray loudly to the half-foot-high bronze statue. Their expressions are solemn, with fanatical worship in their eyes. Since the formation of the vampire church, this is the first real sacrifice.

Several pastors who once belonged to Los Angeles took the lead in presiding over the whole ceremony. Because everyone knows that there is no turning back, and only by resolutely integrating into the group can they survive better. As low-level vampires, they couldn't resist the will of the leader Trixis at all.

As the ceremony reached its peak, Henry's bronze statue shot out a number of soft rays of light, shrouded in several vampire girls, and they were surprised to find that there was a burst of power in their bodies.

"This...this is actually a magical technique!!! The power of the true ancestor is really great! It can even bestow his believer magical technique!!" Rashir screamed tremblingly. As a pastor, she deeply knew that only those powerful creatures that could rival the gods in this world possess this kind of power.

Several other vampire girls who once had the professional rank of priests also discovered this one after another, with ecstasy on their faces. They prostrated on the ground wholeheartedly, singing chants loudly, and the frenetic atmosphere in the entire basement was instantly elevated.

Trixis felt the power bestowed in her body, tears of joy left her face. Because of the most pious belief, she directly obtained twelve priest levels, becoming the person who gained the most from this ceremony.

This girl, who seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old, raised her hands up and shouted at all her subordinates: "Have you seen?! The omnipotent true ancestor is a great existence that is no less inferior to the gods. He first gave us eternal life and The power of blood has now given divine magic. Pray! Under his protection, we will rise!"

"Praise the true ancestor! His great master! The king of the night!"

"Under the leadership of the true ancestor, we will sweep all enemies!"

Whether it is those who have obtained the magic or those who have not, all the vampires are praising Henry crazily. A thick line of faith is connected to everyone through the bronze statue, greedily absorbing these powers.

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Henry, who was far underground in Ascatla, felt the strange change of the scepter, and hurriedly checked it carefully. It was soon discovered that the divine power that had been exhausted inside began to slowly recover. This phenomenon immediately aroused his vigilance. After several spell detections, the cause was not found.

At this moment of inability to do anything, a young girl's voice suddenly echoed in her mind: "True Ancestor, you are all and the only one. I am your humblest servant, and I offer all my life and soul here. "

"True Ancestor? It seems that only the vampires that were made would call me that." Henry muttered to himself in amazement.

He couldn't believe that these little guys actually started admiring themselves, and they were still so enthusiastic. We must know that their number is less than a hundred, and they can produce such a strong power of faith. At this filling rate, the divine impact can be used again in less than two weeks.

Looking at the artifact that was being charged quickly, Henry touched the scum on his chin and muttered, "Maybe they can be appropriately enlarged, so that they can provide more and stronger power to the artifact."

Of course, this matter must not be done by him personally, otherwise the druid career will soon be stagnated due to the violation of the natural will. What's more, this behavior must not be known to outsiders, otherwise once it attracts the attention of the guard **** Heim, it will immediately face the danger of being wiped out. After all, whether it is to create undead creatures or spread cults is quite taboo, so it is necessary to keep a low profile and secret.

While Henry was holding the artifact and thinking on the spot, Hina's "communication" voice rang in his ears: "Where are you? If you can, it's better to come right away. We can't stand it. Blind. There are too many people in the Eye of Eyes headquarters, and both Kaidong and Yao En have suffered serious injuries."

"Hold on for another minute, and I will use teleportation magic to rush over." Henry heard the anxiety in the words, and immediately replied without thinking. He knew very well that if it were not for a critical situation, these independent teammates would never contact him.

"Damn! One minute is too long! At most half a minute! You won't be able to make it~www.ltnovel.com~ just wait for us to collect the corpses!" Hina cursed loudly at the end, cutting off the connection with the spell .

Henry sighed slightly, placed the artifact next to him, and then began to chant a spell. Soon a portal was opened, and the whole person disappeared in place. After only a second, he appeared at the door of Blind Eye's headquarters.

I saw Kai Dong and Serile Fu blocking the door side by side. Several wounds were cut on their bodies by weapons, and the shiny armor was red with blood. Those blind believers are like crazy, ignoring the casualties at all, rushing out frantically, seemingly not to tear the enemy in front of them, and will never give up.

Yao En, who was hiding behind, had shot all the arrows and was holding the magic dagger, North Wind, secretly hiding in the corner. As long as someone rushed out, he would stab the enemy's stomach fiercely. Hina looked very tired, panting against the wall, unable to even swing the sword in her hand. As for Imoen, he took full advantage of the thief's specialties and used the backlight principle to put an enemy in every attack.

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