Neither the lich nor his cohabitants, the dragon Io did not allow them to leave memories related to him, he was no longer the god of dragons, Io, but those gods would not easily give up his godhead and essence, and the inheritance that the dragons had to abandon in a hurry, as their ancestors and gods, the dragon Io not only knew where they were, but could also use them as he pleased— The vortex of the Far North was just one of them, and it wasn't the dragon's wrath that Io was upset about being stolen and pillaged, but that most of them were almost all in the possession of greedy humans, not the dragons or their descendants. This happened before the dragon Io woke up again, and given that he now had some affection and expectation for the descendants of that adventure party, he could close his eyes and not blame the past, but he wouldn't allow the same thing to happen a second time.

Because of his self-degrading, the dragon Io has become very weak, although he is still an incomparably powerful god, and it can even be said that he is only below the god above the gods. But it's no exaggeration to say that every god has the potential to be his enemy - even Tyre, a self-proclaimed faithful warrior of the gods, and the dragon Io grinned at the thought of this, more than a thousand years ago, after the dragon left this plane, because the god of the gods lost the "slate" The resulting war of the gods has resulted in the fall of many powerful and weak gods, not even Tyre's beloved wife has not escaped her fate, not to mention the fact that the god of gods has given three mortal godheads almost as a joke, and promoted them to the positions of gods of magic, death and yīn conspiracy respectively, which cannot help but make the gods not feel angry and fearful.

How can Tyre, Rosada, Ilmot, and Shiric, Musk, and the orc god Kauha, form a loose alliance, just to find a basis for not being toyed with and abandoned......? Weakness...... It is a pity that the god of the gods appears almost exclusively when judgment and punishment are given, and when he appears, his power can conquer every god and make them prostrate on the ground, except for fear is fear, and he cannot raise the slightest thought of resistance. So, as the first and perhaps the last Sage Dragon, Io, as the god of the gods, wasn't that the crack they could find? Even the bright Rosada, the righteous Tyr, and the compassionate but indifferent to power Elmut could not withstand such temptations— The most ironic thing is that the dragon Io knows that their guess is right, his body, soul, essence and godhead, there is indeed a deep imprint left by Io, he was originally Io's doppelganger and projection, in order to create the dragon, Io even left a small amount of essence in his body and jīng god - the essence of the god on God, not the dragon Io.

The dragon Io smiled, and if the gods knew this, their actions would have become even crazier. However, he has already hidden himself well, he doesn't need a lot of time, and the identity of Emperor Falun is originally a good pedestal.

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The moment he saw Lucieu, the lich knew he should push something back and solve the problem first.

He was not his cohabitant, since he was still Cremar, like every Red Dragon Dragonborn, he was extremely lacking in compassion and empathy, and the thing he hated the most was probably being coerced, after all, when he was still very weak, he was forced to do a lot of work that he was unwilling to do, these complicated and disgusting emotions piled up, so that after meeting Edele, he did not hesitate to choose to transform from a warlock to a necromancer, and then from a necromancer to a lich, he really didn't think it was any good for the other undead to be attached to the living, on the contrary, a skeleton of bones that would make people feel frightened and uneasy was what he loved in his heartIn the tower of Ederna, he has been dangling a skeleton of bones for nearly a hundred years, and it is the moment when he feels most at ease, at ease, and at the most pleasant.

He had already heard what the Electors were planning, but the former immortals didn't think that they could do anything that could directly threaten him, and he wanted to use those humans to hold him hostage...... I'm sorry, but he's not an Ilmote believer who carries all his suffering and tears on his back, and his cohabitant, although benevolent, also has his own bottom line—once annoyed the Lich, but now he feels that it is wonderful that whether it is Grey Ridge, in Grenada, in Crefa, or in Cape Fortress, or in the Dragonfire Islands, the souls from the other plane have never forgotten that they were once just mere mortals, which makes it never be associated with frivolity, Arrogance or naivety is associated with making sacrifices for the sake of lowly humans, but it will not be the ultimate sacrifice.

Of course, some people may think that they will be nostalgic for power and glory, but they will soon be surprised and remorseful, and if the lich cares about this, as the youngest child of the new king of Grenada, being able to come out of the Warlock Tower means that he has the value of being valued and used, just like Mitkot, and his cohabitants come from a plane with little real king, emperor or Dú Cái, and even if they do, their image is not so good, at least the souls of the other world never want to be one of them- The reason they stayed here was because the otherworldly spirits were out of duty and compassion, and the lich saw it as a small, subtle mockery of the gods.

The lich sighed uncontrollably at the thought of the gods, the gods were a bunch of madmen, he had been so sure, he was, and he would be. What a lovely child Afra used to be. Of course, humans don't seem to be far behind.

"Lucieu. He whispered the name.

It would be unfair to say that all that humanity has done to Lucieu is bad. The jīng spirits may have a sensitivity to beauty that no mortal can reach, and the latter can not touch the skills, but as for how to show the charm of the body and a given age, this can only be said to be beyond the reach of the jīng spirits, after all, the jīng spirits who worship nature have always avoided overly complicated and unnatural decorations.

The maids did not dress up Lucier as a flamboyant prostitute, their father and brother were there to facilitate the marriage contract, not to make trouble of it, but Lucier was indeed no longer the slightly clumsy jīng spirit girl she used to be (or rather, she could only be said to be a "child"), she was like the "little queen" as people called it, wearing a crown of flowers and a moonlight silk robe, and when she looked at Cremar, in addition to the previous reverence and admiration, the aura around her body was no longer so dazed** Although she did not hold the scepter, the deliberate concession and obedience of the electors had given her arrogant capital and habits.

No one could continue to see and hear the room after the invisible magical attendants closed the door, but they talked for a long time, and from the bright noon until nightfall, the magical galaxy slowly rose, and under the double light of the stars and moonlight, the peak of the arrows was like a snowdrift of ice, and countless pairs of eyes watched Lucieu staggering away from Cremar's room in grief.

"Why doesn't he like me!?" Lucieu shouted, and then her voice suddenly lowered again, "Why don't ......you accept me!?

Already possessed such a wealth of assets, such astonishing power, and a vast territory, Eloch added to her heart, but he didn't say anything, just lightly pressed Lucier's shoulders, the women of the southern kingdoms already knew how to bare their shoulders and arms, as well as part of their chests, and tied their waists with ribbons, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly when the warm breath of the elder jīng spirit fell on Lucie's cold shoulders.

"But that's mortal," Eloch whispered. "Mortals do not understand the mind of a spellcaster, power is not an end in themselves but a tool, they use it to get what they need, and then they abandon the former. ”

Lucieure panicked, and she seemed to imagine if she couldn't give Cremar what she wanted...... Will she be abandoned too, no, wait, [] she hasn't even been accepted.

"It's my fault," Eloch said with a very sincere sound, "I should have thought that he shouldn't have stayed here just because of humans. He shook his head slightly, "But we haven't been here for long, and we don't have anyone to trust......"

"Is there any way?" said Lucieu urgently, "I don't want much, but at least, I don't want him to continue to reject me so strongly." Recalling what had happened in Cremar's room, an irrepressible sense of grievance surged up, and it was the first time that Lucieu had seen him speak to someone in such a stern and cold tone, and that person was still herself, and Lucie was humbled to find that what he said was not untargeted, and that her arrogance might really have ruined his plans for the rest - the saddest thing for her was that the black-haired Dragonborn coldly pointed out that her love was not pure, and that she was too greedy.

Poor Lucieu couldn't even say anything to refute, she was simply at a loss, was she really too greedy?Although Emerald Forest Island may have taken this opportunity to reach into the hinterland of the human race, her original intention was really only to reduce the worries of her loved ones...... If there is no Cremar, she, and her people, will only leave the Emerald Forest Island in the trials of adulthood, even if they encounter war and famine, they will only be worried that their trials must end early, and for the mercy of mortals, they may leave some coins and food, as in the case of this time, it is not for nothing, for example, when an Eya jīng spirit falls in love with a human, but in the end it is a tragedy.

"Then let him see your truest heart. Eloch said, his voice so low, so subtle, but like a needle piercing into Lucieu's soul.

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Afra shook her head, she had inherited Flo's priesthood and godhead, but her true nature had not yet been completely erased by the goddess, or rather, she had already become a Jǐng in her heart, and after her previous actions failed due to a strange presence, she realized that she had actually done something that would make her guardian hate and defend - it was not her, and now, the god of thieves, Musk, her "grandmother", was still instigating her to make a second mistake.

"You're bewitching me again. Afra replied softly, "You are the patron and guide of the thieves and assassins, you are invincible in the shadows of yīn, but my 'grandmother', you know too little about love, and if I do what you say, maybe I will put myself in a very disadvantageous situation...... There is a lot of love that breeds from pity, and my sword may pierce the heart of my enemy, but it will also push her towards my beloved. ”

"So you're going to do nothing?" asked the female xìng in Yīn's shadow in a fluttering voice.

Afra didn't answer, but she had already decided to watch it again.

Every god could see and hear about him or his priesthood at a given time or place, but what Afra was doing now was extremely dangerous even for powerful gods like Rosada or Ciric, but she needed to know if the scenes that had made her lose her mind were the work of Flo, Marsk, or ...... The real future......

In the great temple of rose stone and alabaster, the priests of Fro's have left, and according to Afra's will, they will not return until the morning light shines on the earth again. The hall was burning not with pine and grease, but with agarwood, myrrh and ebony, their light and smoke filling the corners, and Afra untied all the restraints, exposing the bodies that could make countless men and women submit to the ambiguous warm air, she stood up, spread her arms, swirled and danced in the smoke, and wherever her toes touched, even the hard stone became soft and elastic, as if they had no emotion or body, and they could not help but succumb to the charm of this quasi-god- Afra holds the golden cup, which contains her blood and her tears, which fuse together as soon as they fall into the cup, and she drinks the liquid with a faint rosy red sè, and then bites a piece of her fingernail in her mouth.

She knew that her guardian had many lovely little secrets, such as the fact that his blood would glow like a star, and that his skin and hair, once out of his body, would quickly decay into the air, and that nails were one of the few things that would not melt away so much, and the only reward she had received for her previous recklessness - of course Kremar knew, but perhaps out of pity or love, he didn't say anything, and the one may have found out, but he also seemed to acquiesce to Kremall's permission.

Nails are more intimate and accurate than clothing, Afra slowly stopped when she heard the sound of rushing water, she gasped, her teeth clenched the nail, the invisible torrent passed in front of her eyes, bringing a cold breath and a heavy threat, Afra closed her eyes, bowed her head obediently, and submerged part of her body in the River Styx, which is also the river of fate, and Cremar's nails would lead her to the thread of fate of Cremar, allowing her to peek into the future.

It was here that she had seen Cremar and Lucieu finally get married, their fingers intertwined, their shoulders and necks folded, each kiss like a bloody slice of flesh from Afra's body, so what could she see this time?

More, Afra cried out in her heart, more, no matter how painful it was, she had to see more...... So that she could tell if this fate was real, faked, or outright faked......

She saw Cremar, who was not standing or sitting, but kneeling on the ground, his face solemn, in his arms...... It's a baby.