Humans are strange creatures, especially since they don't have the blood of any gods, so they have almost no shelter when they are still very weak, which is different from jīng spirits, dwarves, gnomes and dragons, but it also allows them to quickly get rid of the influence of the gods on them under certain conditions, Jerk thought, is this why the gods in the gods are extra tolerant of humans? He looked at the grand city of the dead, and perhaps one day, when it was no longer supported by the gods, it would also dissipate into gray sand in the winds of the mourning wasteland.

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The god of dragons sat in his room, the long windows of the floor were open, the wind was running from one end of the room to the other, all the light and soft things were blown up, overturned, the heavy brass lamp stands creaked and shook in the wind, and after removing those soft disguises, this tall and empty room revealed its original coldness, and there was only one thing in the room that was warm, and that was the so-called heir, who was just a human child that the gods of dragons grabbed at will, but he gained the status of envy and madness of countless people— Although this caused him to be assassinated countless times, he was temporarily unharmed under the watchful eye of the dragon Io.

But as soon as the dragon Io leaves, he will be torn to pieces, it's hard to say, there are not a few people who want to use him, the dragon Io stretched out his finger in boredom, and the wind suddenly became sharp, and the wind that had no substance turned into a sharp blade, cutting the enemies hidden in the void into countless pieces, and the blood added several gorgeous faces to the gray room, and the assassin's soul screamed and disappeared into the dragon's palm, anyone who wanted to summon a soul to investigate this Falun Emperor would be disappointed- The dragon Io smiled slightly, he thought that his act of having an heir and tearing up the agreement would immediately lead to war, but the truth was not as he imagined, the changeability of human beings would not only appear in the king and the Grand Duke, those lowly mortals would also lose their due respect and timidity, and choose to flee and resist.

No, the dragon Io suddenly felt a lack of interest, humans always seemed to surprise him, this weak but tenacious race, perhaps only the gods descended on the main physical plane, fought with each other for a hundred years or more, shattered the land, stirred the sea, and blocked the moon and stars, it was possible for them to be truly extinct.

He stood up, the wind immediately pierced the child's body like a sharp knife, he curled up behind the stone desk, without saying a word, he watched the dragon Io leap down from the window, a white dragon circled up, caught the emperor, and flew into the distance, he waited for a long time, but the emperor who would come back before never showed a trace, he secretly crawled into a hidden place, starved among the cold stones, he alone had no way to leave the peak of arrows, until three days later, people finally determined that the emperor might really be missing, they searched for the heir, but found nothing.

Adel took the child by the hand and walked outside a village: "Are you sure?" The child nodded firmly, and the priest of Rosada lowered his body and filled a few gold coins in his coat pocket: "Then go back," he said, "Forget everything before, you were taken away by a despicable thief, and then he was caught, remember where he stole you, so you came back...... The gold is your compensation, remember?"

The child nodded again, bowed gratefully, and walked towards the village, where life may be difficult and difficult, but he will have a family that loves him, a future and hope, at first, his steps were a little slow, but he walked faster and faster, and finally he ran, Adelle's smile appeared on his lips and disappeared, he wanted to take the child back to the temple of Rosada, but for some reason, several oracles issued by Rosada recently made him uneasy, if he was not the elect, he almost wondered if it was another trick played by Shirek, the god of yīn。

He returned to the temple, exhausted, and it was at this moment that he heard Rosada's call again.

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Adel's eyes widened in disbelief, he couldn't believe what he had heard, what had made a god mad to this point? He preferred that the bright Rosada, who had lost his mind and told crazy lies, and that he really wanted to do it—he told Adel that he had received the godhead and priesthood of Cranvo, the god of death, and that he was now willing to give this precious gift to Adel, not only to make his chosen people gods, but also to be his own servants.

"But that's impossible," Adel prayed, "the power of death is relative to you, and I would like to be your god, but I would rather be an insect that follows the morning light than a master of the dead." ”

"But an insect is of no use to me. Rosada smiled and said, "What I need is a powerful god to stand by my side and be my shield and sword, dear child, don't you want to?"

He smiled, but in Adelle's eyes, his expression was fierce and terrifying, and Adel was almost certain that his gods had been polluted or controlled, but as a vote of the people, the glory he had received drove him to obey Rosada's will: "No, no, no," he shouted, "Wake up, glorious Rosada, you are making a mistake......!

"That's what I mean. Rosada said, his smile suddenly cold and cruel: "It's you who made the mistake, Adele, you were and still are, you will never know what kind of opportunity you have passed up, or rather, you have never really believed in me, you are a shameful hypocrite, you deserve to be punished." ”

Adel was still screaming, but his voice suddenly lowered, he fell to the ground, unable to move, weakness and pain churning out of his chest, and when he saw the flabby hands, he realized that Rosada had withdrawn his favor, his youth and strength had been drained, he was now just a fragile, ordinary old man of ten years old, he didn't even have the strength to struggle from the ground, Rosada only pointed at him, and the once gentle morning light left a blasphemous mark on his forehead, deeper and more vivid than the red soldering iron had left。

But there was more to Adele's horror and pain, for after a moment of hesitation, Rosada made a decision to incorporate the Godhead of Death into his avatar, the conflicting Godhead made him tremble and look pained, but he seemed to have failed to notice at all: "This is right," he muttered, "The power should belong to oneself, not to others." ”

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The god of yīn held his arm, he was outside the kingdom of the god of jīng, but before this ancient and powerful god, he could not penetrate his projection or voice, "I used to think that there was only one cowardly fellow among the gods, Tyre," Ciric shouted, "I didn't expect there to be another one here." He mocked, "A fierce lion, but willingly in a cage, now, poor fellow, you don't even have a cage...... You're about to become a lost dog, how about it? This is a gift from the god Io, are you grateful for it?"

"And your descendants! those mighty jīng spirits! how precious their talents are, how long their lives are, how beautiful their countenances are, and how noble and flawless their conduct is, but so what, they are no match for the filthy and short-lived human beings in front of the gods of God, even if you have retreated to the Silver Crown Forest and the Emerald Forest Island, you will still not be able to escape destruction! He wants you to despair, and you will not find a glimmer of hope...... Don't tell me that you really think that the Emerald Grove Island fell only because of demons!Angelis, the god of life, you just watched your descendants finally sink into the mire?Maybe in a few hundred years, humans will hold a trinket and say, look, this is the masterpiece of the jīng spirit, how brilliant, how jīng, incomparable, but alas, they perished a long time ago, and there is not a single survivor! Would you like to see the consequences like this? Maybe...... There could be worse, do you want to know?"

"You really don't want to try?" continued to tempt, "no, it's not just you, there are many gods, even stronger and older than you, they are tired of His rule, and hate His bad deeds, you should gather your strength, no one can always stand at the top, no, and is he really as invincible as he seems? Standing above the gods, you can expel all humans, and so can the orcs, and the main physical plane will be your second kingdom, a pure and peaceful land where your descendants will rule the entire plane forever, and your name and great deeds will be proclaimed everywhere......"

"Don't you really want it?"

Ciric's doppelganger is running around, spreading his venom to each god, and sometimes he gets results, sometimes not. He didn't know if he could succeed, but what made him excited was always yīn plotting and messing up.

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Being served hot tea in a lich's tower is an extremely novel experience, though no one wants it.

Not to mention, there is also a beautiful child who seriously tells himself that he should drink more ginger tea in cold weather, and there are honey-stained pitted dates in ginger tea, will the lich want tea?

The new speaker of Cape Fortress sat on a soft goose feather cushion, in addition to ginger tea, there were also cute, small biscuits made in the shape of small animals, he was still a little dazed, overwhelmed, to be honest, he didn't know that he was so brave before, even if this lich was once a friend of Mage Alva, and once participated in the defense of Falun in Cape Fortress, then he was still a lich, is there a good lich in the world? No, if he is really a good person, he will not become a lich, which is something that no mortal with no talent can know.

But he couldn't help but come.

"Huh?" the lich was a little surprised, he said no, he didn't want it, he even rejected the whole of Falun, what is a Cape Fortress and the narrow coast nearby, even if it was once the pearl of the Falun, it is now almost dilapidated.

"This is the Emperor's will. "The Speaker said, in exchange for a meaningful glance from the lich, if they were willing to admit the Emperor, was the previous battle a joke?

"Master Alva has passed away. The Speaker said that he had considered lying or misleading, but he thought of the man in front of him, although he looked elegant and handsome, but after the spell, he was an extremely dangerous undead and spellcaster, and he also had an army of Dragontooth Knights and Harpyhead Sphinx under his command - Cape Fortress needed a strong guardian, especially in the current day of bastard.

The lich thought of this too, "I won't take it," he said bluntly, "Thank you for bringing news of Mage Alva, you can walk out safely, my guest, but not next time." ”

The Speaker of the Castle felt only a moment of dizziness, and found himself standing outside the Black Tower, the corrupted jungle outside the Black Tower had already begun to take shape, but under the orders of their master, they behaved very obediently, and even twitched their branches to make way for the visitors, but this scene was even more terrifying, and the Speaker only felt that he was walking in the belly of a huge creature.

The lich paused, noticing that his disciple was looking at him eagerly, but since he already had an Afra, he didn't plan to develop an intimate relationship with another child, and trusting others too much would be deadly to a half-demon, so he didn't say anything and went back to his room.

"Who is it?" asked Adele.

"The Speaker of the Castle," said the lich, "Mage Alva has passed away, and they need a guard. ”

"Why does it sound so cheap?" said Adair, frowning.

"Maybe that's what they think. The lich lazily said that it was an offense, especially for an undead, but the memories that the Bulliesade had left him, and the other soul, were mostly good, and it might have been destroyed, but not him.

Adel also thought of this, he smiled slightly, moved the wound on his face, and couldn't help but hiss, just like when he was exiled for the first time, he couldn't be healed by divine magic, he could only rely on herbs - external application and internal consumption, but seriously, was Cremar deliberately retaliating or whatever, every herb soup he brought was like heated swamp water, but think about it, there should be no hatred between them other than the established identity.

He touched the mark on his forehead: "This is really a fake." ”

"Rosada will regret it. "If only he could come to his senses, the lich thought.