Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 305: Traces of the Transaction between Drow and Vampires
With Nemesis' permission, the mind suckers came to the territory under the leadership of Segna. In the past ten years, the black dragon has built its nest into the core fortress of this territory. The entire cave is armed with various steel fences and crossbow turrets.

"We survived because the Mastermind drained all the young mind flayers from the Orindor incubation pool, releasing a legendary psychic power."

"We have a prophecy, a prophecy that spans 99 years," O'Brien said.

"Oh?" Nemesis raised his eyebrows. Prophecy?

Compared to spells, the prediction system of psionic power is more illusory and extremely idealistic. This makes psionic power extremely applicable to the special function of predicting the future, but as a price, its vagueness in details will lead to a lot of errors.

"An unknown force will descend upon Orindor, and the mastermind that has sustained the tribe for hundreds of years will fall into the Kingdom of Death in the Ether Realm overnight. Only after ninety-nine years, when the Land of Shadows descends upon the earth, when the Son of Slaughter awakens from chaos, and when the Supreme True God is imprisoned, will Orindor have a chance to reappear in the world."

Um.
The first half of O'Brien's prophecy was fairly normal, showing that the mastermind had mastered the power of psychic prophecy to perfection. But the second half started to sound like the ravings of a madman.

If ordinary people heard it, they would probably find it confusing.

But Nemesis is different.
Nemesis stared blankly into the void in deep thought, his memories of his past life flashing through his mind like slides.

The only place that fits the description of Faerun, the kingdom of death in the Ether Realm, is the extinct god of the dead - Melkor.

There are also Shadowlands, Sons of Slaughter, and
The Supreme True God.

This seemed to be consistent with the plot of the game he played in his previous life.

Ninety-nine years later.
According to the original time, there are still sixty years.

In other words, does this incident that shocked Sword Bay happen sixty years from now?
Nemesis silently memorized this information. The plot of Baldur's Gate can be said to be the only place where he has the advantage of a time traveler in this world. At the very least, he will have to rely on the pitiful memory of the first three chapters that he just broke through to plan for the future.

But for some reason, Nemesis always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a long time, Juan Celong put this strange intuition behind him.

"Sir, we were accidentally discovered by the dark elves during our escape. They hate us very much and will probably follow the trail and hunt us down," O'Brien reminded.

The tentacles of the Elder Lich created silver sparks in the air, outlining a picture in the air.

Signa stared at the gradually taking shape of the drow marching route map, and suddenly reached out and pressed one of the passes: "This leads to the sulfur vein in the territory, but it was blown up by the drow three months ago."

"So they activated the spell." The elder's psychic illusion unfolded in the air, and in the picture, dozens of spider-shaped transport vehicles were shuttling through the purple rock formations at the junction of reality and illusion. "Each one carries two tons of refined gold ore, and the surface is engraved with the tulip wax of the Inbutu royal family." Sgena's dragon claw slammed the corner of the gravel table: "Three days ago, my scouts tore apart three underground lizards, and their stomachs were full of this ore." She threw out a piece of metal covered with digestive fluid, and Nemesis noticed that it was refined gold.

"Interesting, it seems our spider friends have a connection with the vampires in the capital."

The Elder Illithid suddenly made a painful resonant sound, and two Mind Flayers behind it carried out a crystal coffin. When the coffin lid was opened, a drow corpse floated in the thick psychic liquid - her Lolth priest robe was torn open, revealing the shadow steel device implanted in her chest, which was wriggling between her ribs like a living thing.

"This was found in the wreckage of the gray dwarf caravan." The elder's tentacles pierced the corpse's temple and played the dying memory:
In the 12th drow matron family in Menzoberranzan, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind the matron, and his shadow split into countless tentacles and inserted into the top of the drow matron's head. When the matron struggled, her pupils suddenly reflected the image of the vampire queen drinking blood wine with another man shrouded in shadow.

Nemesis narrowed his eyes, the dark shadow.
He seems to be very similar to Braif Tanshul, the eighth prince of the City of Ghosts, who is good at manipulating people's minds.
Nemesis' robe fluttered without wind, and the oracle left by Mystra still echoed in his mind: "Beware of the shadow within the shadow."

He suddenly realized that in the drow caravans transporting refined gold, the whips used to tame the beasts were all tied with the unique priest bells of the Dark Sun Church.

"A reversal trick." He froze the memory scene on the reflection of the pupil of the drow mistress. "The City of Ghosts used shadow magic to control the drow leaders, and then let them pretend to serve Xirik to cover up the real purpose. Segna, the reconnaissance team you met..."

Segna's dragon wings spread out behind her, shaking off countless pieces of rubble. "But I don't understand why the City of Ghosts has to go through so much trouble to transit through the Drow? Wouldn't it be more efficient to directly control the Vampire Queen?"

"Because we need to rationalize the flow of adamantium." Nemesis unfolded a holographic model with a flick of his finger, showing the complete chain of adamantium mines from the Underdark to the Kingdom of Imbutu. "If the City of Ghosts directly subsidizes vampires, it will be easy for the Harper Alliance to detect it. But if the 'hostile drow' sells the minerals to the human kingdom..."

The Elder of the Illithid added: “Even the most astute prophet will only see the surface of the racial war.”

Suddenly, the entire cave shook violently. Segna's reverse scale emitted a warning red light, and the warning spell on the rock wall showed the real-time battle situation - a group of drow elite troops were approaching the periphery of the territory.

"I came to see you." Nemesis shook his head.

His figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.
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The moment the twelve bone nails pierced the rock wall, Verna's snake whip had soaked the spinal cord of the seventh gray dwarf warlord. The stalactites cast spider-web-like shadows in the amethyst light, and thirty spider elves were hanging silver threads along these natural gallows - each spider thread dripped with the poison blessed by Lolth.

"Third formation, molten vein advance!" The gray dwarf commander roared and pounded the obsidian totem, and 300 heavily armored warriors immediately formed a volcanic formation. Their rune axes drew lava cracks on the ground, trying to use the flowing magma to block the spider swarm's attack. But Verna's left fingertips had already outlined the arcane model of "Gravity Reversal".

When the first abyss giant spider stepped into the magma area, the silver hair of the drow bishop suddenly moved without wind. The twenty-seven-ton granite ground was like a lifted blanket, throwing the entire gray dwarf square formation into the dome filled with acid pools. Amid screams, the blasphemous pupil of Verna's right eye reflected the inverted purgatory - the gray dwarf's mithril heavy armor was bubbling in the acid corrosion, and the spider elves were harvesting the fallen with their barbed limbs.

"A bunch of weak slaves." Verna said contemptuously. The mistress was really cautious. They were just a group of mind suckers. She alone was enough.

(End of this chapter)