"I'm liking this Xue Yunfeng more and more," Lathander said with deep feeling. "Really, he's especially good at recognizing and using talent."
The few people close to him definitely lacked the ability to converse with Demon Princes on equal footing like this.
It wasn't that they were incapable, but they couldn't be so tactful.
Moreover, even if the Undead did not care about the identities of these Demon Princes, they could not possibly ignore how many evil deeds those two had committed.
Lathander knew very well that the Undead actually loathed Graz'zt and Demogorgon.
Graz'zt, because of that Abyssal Gate that had devoured countless Knights of Justice... Given the Undead's easily inflamed temperaments, after seeing how the Justice Knights had used their own lives to block that gate, they had already listed Graz'zt as their clan's lifelong enemy.
As for Demogorgon... Heh, don't forget that Demogorgon's only human Priest on Toril had died at the hands of the Undead.
Moreover, even the Undead with the least respectable style of conduct loathed that Priest from the bottom of their hearts.
The Undead were humans too, after all. They naturally hated people who ate humans... and that bastard specialized in eating babies.
It wasn't as if Lathander's Chosen had never hunted him down, but Demogorgon, as a being naturally capable of triggering spatial transference, had naturally given his Priest—so wicked that even the Zhentarim wanted to kill him on sight—the ability to flee randomly over long distances.
The reason that man had been utterly unable to fight back against the Undead was naturally because the Undead had brought a large number of Space-Time Sorcerers.
Perhaps they did not have the ability to lock down Demogorgon's Priest forever, but ten seconds were already enough for the numerous, ruthless Undead, who did not care