On the huge embankment built to ward off Talos's revenge, there were three tall and graceful figures gazing into the field in the distance, within the man-made structures that seemed to divide the sea and the earth, the human villages and fields had spread to the end of sight, and at dusk, the nearest to them, a small village that seemed to be within reach had even lit torches, although in recent years, the people here have lived a stable and stable life, but the torches can still be called something beyond necessity, especially the number that has lit almost the entire village, comparable to the sunset。

"It's a wedding. Kerry said happily that as an elf he could see more than Adel as a human, "Look at the groom, his face is familiar to me, is it the offspring of the farmer named Wolf?"

"Should it be his great-grandson?" Adel agreed, narrowing his eyes.

"His seventh grandson. Cremar corrected, Adel looked at Kerryben in surprise, and got an affirmative look, if it was other humans, then they might not know so well, but Worf, he is rare, although he has not received an orthodox education, but still has reason and wisdom, perhaps among nobles, these two qualities are not rare, but among those cowering or ignorant commoners, he is especially rare, especially when Cremar implements a series of new initiatives, new laws and new ideas in order to create his ideal city, he almost does his best to support and shout, this is a force like a little grit in the sea, but it is particularly gratifying.

"We've been here for ninety years, Adal. Carey Ben said.

"It's hard to imagine," Adair, smiling and shaking his head, his snow-white beard trembling in the wind, "It's been ninety years, and I still remember the first time I saw New Crefa, it was like yesterday." What he didn't say was that it seemed like an incomparably long period for human beings, and that they had a short lifespan, but they also had an incomparable ability to adapt, in ...... Without the guidance and favor of the gods, they can only rely on themselves, and such a life is undoubtedly difficult, but it is in this dark and dreary pain that the wisdom of mankind continues to burst out like the light of a fire after the hammering of iron and stone—of course, there are also reasons for the guidance and encouragement of the lords here, and any kind of discovery and invention, no matter how big or small, or at this time does not see anything special at this time, will be encouraged— Even those who found new grains or raised huge pigs were among them, and if you think about it, it seems that similar things had happened in the temple territory of Rosada, the god of morning light, where Adel once served, but at that time, these glories belonged to the gods, and the priests accepted offerings, rewarded those who worshipped them with a sum of money, or gave them one or two divine arts, and as for the things they offered, if they did not have great power or a long history, the reason for the honor was generally only shelved - But Cremar ...... He doesn't seem to think so, and everything that he thinks is good for "people's livelihood" He was careful with all things, and he paid more attention to the wisdom of those who gave sacrifices, yes, the wisdom of men alone, and he never denied it, no, he always thought that lowly mortals could do what only the gods thought they could do, or even better, and it seemed to be so, that he rewarded them, made them known by name, gave them official positions and powers, and all they had to do was spread and teach what they had mastered.

The first time the people were terrified, the second time they began to enjoy reverence and love, and the third time they seemed to have forgotten even the gods— Nowadays, the people of Crefa City are accustomed to living without gods, they no longer remember the sacrifice days of the gods, nor the emblems and emblems of the gods, only the names of one or two gods are occasionally heard from the mouths of the bards, but there are fewer and fewer of them, after all, the majesty of the gods is almost forgotten, and the harm caused by the contamination of their followers and priests is still firmly remembered.

Thinking of this, Adel sighed deeply, he didn't even know...... He was abandoned by Rosada, the god of the morning light, whether the curse was a punishment or not, as a close friend of Cremar in his youth, he was greatly trusted and connived at in Crefa, and it was precisely because of this that he also came into contact with a lot of information from the outside world, a large part of which was related to the tragic events that happened in the priests, temples and sanctuaries- Some priests prayed to the gods but became abyssal passages, devil's lairs, because of the tainted divine power, while others were caused by ignorant and ignorant people who, after suffering the mutilation of the former, blindly destroyed the temple, expelled and killed the priests out of fear and anger...... He couldn't blame anyone, but he could almost imagine if he were still a priest in Rosada...... In the creep, he couldn't help but recall again and again the last glimpse that Rosada's left for him, whether he was still sane at that time? Perhaps it was this little bit of last sanity that allowed him to expel the elect who were perhaps not the most loyal to him, but who could truly understand and follow his teachings, and he cursed Adel so that he could not pray to Rosada, and he could not even say Rosada's name, but it was his curse that allowed Adel to walk the streets of Crefa openly.

Another thing that seems to support Adele's speculation is that Rosada took away his youth but gave him a long life, ninety years ago, he aged as if he would die at any moment, but ninety years later, he is still alive and vigorous.

As the priest of Rosada, Adel must despise and hate these human beings, who once accepted the protection of the god of morning light, regarded him as the master, who knows that in just a few decades, the traces of Rosada in their hearts are almost invisible, they should be punished, but, as a former human being, he must be pleased with this coldness and short-sightedness, Adel knew very well that when the gods fell into unknown chaos, prayer and piety were meaningless, compared to kneeling on the ground and cursing, Pray or weep, but cheer up and use your own hands to forge the way to the future. Moreover, at this moment, apart from the priests, the most worrying people are those who are overly devout, and their stubbornness has caused them to suffer very unbearable things, not to mention those who are tempted by the devils and devils disguised as gods, after all, they are just mortals with no talent.

This happened in Crefa, but in Crefa, the strict and meticulous laws were deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, whether it was the devil or the devil, and the calamity they brought was forcibly stopped before the first signs appeared.

This also has something to do with the proportion of casters in Kryfa, and perhaps there is no place with such a dense crowd of spellcasters except for Grenada, the land of the Red Dragon, and the Seventy-Seven Islands, where the Lich is clustered- Cremar's floating city of Crefa originally had a group of spellcasters from the Dragon's Tooth Army, and then the fortress of Cape was almost completely destroyed in the war with the Falun, and before the revival, most of its mages were transferred to the new Crefa, as well as the elven mages of the Silver Crown Forest and the Emerald Forest Island, and the guys who absconded from the chaotic Falun and the dark tide of Grenada, of course, many of them, but the law of Crefa is good that it does not distinguish between mortals and talents.

Cremar is an extremely powerful mage, not only powerful, but also rich, this wealth not only refers to mortals, but also to spellcasters, scrolls, runes, magic clothing and utensils, etc., especially thousands of years ago, this is simply a treasure that is difficult to exchange for the same weight of gold, but in the eyes of Cremar, who has received the triple gift of the Far North, the Emerald Forest Island, and the dragon Io, they are never more important than people, to be precise, strength.

Instead of using spells or summoning the human-faced sphinx, the three of them slowly walked down the towering embankment back to the center of the city, the Consul Palace, a dragon-like wall that stood between the sea and the earth and was originally intended to be visited several times a year by the priests of Talos, the god of storms Perhaps because of the continuous decline of the good gods before, the priests of the god of storms are becoming more and more rampant, hundreds of islands or coastal cities, if they can't satisfy their endless greed, they must face the sack of storms and even tsunamis, some cities succumb, some simply abandon their homeland, only a few cities can have the possibility of resistance and counterattack, and Crefa is undoubtedly the most tenacious and persistent one of them.

Otherworldly souls will never meet their demands, and Talos, the god of storms, is not a god of gold and silk, but a living sacrifice, livestock, and humans.

When Cremar said that he wanted to erect a levee between this narrow seafront territory and the roaring sea, probably only Kerryburn, Adair, and Glenn would have believed that in the other plane, such a project would be almost impossible, but in the minds of the souls of the other world, the advantages of the two planes could be completely combined, and the result was a long snow-colored line that the druid could clearly identify when he looked down from a height of 30,000 feet in the sky.

What they didn't expect was that this miraculous building would lure tens of thousands of people to abandon their homeland and travel for months to this otherwise extremely barren place. Perhaps because in this chaotic and dangerous time period, a powerful spellcaster will not only not be feared and far away, but will be longed for, and they also hope to be protected by this lord like the people here, although it has always been rumored that this lord is an evil immortal, but compared to the abyssal creatures that breed on the main material plane like mosquitoes, the heavy and diverse labor, almost taking away the last bite of food in the mouth, this place is like the kingdom of God on earth.

Separated from Cremar and Kerribben under the embankment, Adel was going to the "Hospital", a temple and sanctuary for humanity, full of educated mortals who could use herbs to heal the wounded or sick, and whose existence was no less than a long drought when humanity had lost the protection of the gods, and Adair even found one or two priests' apprentices in it, but he said nothing. Because of his childhood teachings and decades of exile, Adel knew more about herbs than anyone else in the "hospital", and he was respected in the "hospital" with the encouragement of the spirits of the other world, even if some of them were still intimidated.

Kerry watched Adel walk into the holy white building, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings, and he turned to Cremar: "Is this something that belongs to another world?"

"Yes," said the otherworldly spirit, "even without gods, we have created a good life for ourselves." ”

"At first I couldn't even imagine what it was like," Kerribben muttered, "how could it be, a world without gods, not even demons and demons...... What kind of world is that?"

Cremar turned around and looked at Kerry Ben with a smile, he had been in this world for so long, he was no longer the innocent little fool who only wanted to go home, but Kerry Ben's question brought him back there in an instant—outside of Cape Causeway, he was exposed to the real side of the world for the first time.

"It's not too good," he gave Carey Ben the same answer, "but it's not too bad a world." ”

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Just as time flies and never comes back, there are always many beautiful things that are destroyed and can never be rebuilt. Under the protection of Cremar, the carefree people probably don't know that a place beyond their knowledge has suffered a catastrophe that they can't imagine— The gray pillar of smoke fell from the sky and turned into chaos when it fell to the ground, this chaos, it is difficult for you to describe what it is like, because it has almost no qualities, it is not a liquid, it is not a solid, it is not even a gas, there is no barrier to stop it, everything can only be assimilated by it, if you want to escape from its devouring, the only way to satisfy its appetite is to use something else, yes, the only way to slow down the expansion of this "thing" is to give it ...... Everything you think you can throw away.

The reason why humans, elves, and creatures on this plane can barely survive is because of the bottomless abyss.

Some people may remember that the divine power polluted by the power of Ahriman opened a convenient passage to the main material plane for demons and demons, but when these abyssal creatures were cheering, Arriman's tentacles also invaded the abyss, just like the heavenly kingdom of God, and the underground abyss was also rapidly eroded by it, but when the heavenly kingdom of God had not yet fallen into chaos, these eroded parts were like small holes in the solid ground, although some wise devils felt uncomfortable, but they did not cause much commotion, but what they didn't expect was that after the collapse of the kingdom of God, the torrent of chaos actually passed through the main material plane, fell directly into the bottomless abyss.

A more intuitive analogy is that when sewage flows cross-section on the desktop, it drips from the small holes and cracks on the desktop to the ground.

Now, not only the devils, but also the demons who worship chaos are panicking, of course, they are the products and defenders of chaos, but in any case, they absolutely cannot accept being part of the serpent of chaos - and besides, this can hardly be said to be an ariman, it is more like a rotten creature with no thoughts, only desires, and no other than to devour everything.

Demons and demons have fled from the main material plane, but they also clearly understand that this is just a reprieve, the reason why Chaos swallowed the bottomless abyss first is only because the bottomless abyss was originally the lair of Ariman, and the fusion of the serpent of chaos Ariman and the serpent of order Jerien will of course also call Chaos, but after chaos has swallowed the entire bottomless abyss, like poison overflowing from a cup, it will still return to the main material plane.

If these creatures that have bred from the source of chaos and eventually perished in chaos can still keep their minds in the chaos, and when they see the turbid current of filth finally bring a dead silence, they will also laugh gloatingly, after the kingdom of God and the abyss, the main material plane will also face the fate of destruction, what a joyful ode, to destruction, to darkness, to chaos.

Asmodeos waved his wings and landed beside the six-fingered Grazt, surrounded by lowly demons and demons fleeing one after another, just as the forest of the main material plane caught fire, and in order to escape the flames and smoke, both the predator and the predator were single-mindedly letting go of their hooves, claws, Tentacles or wings, only some unlucky guys collide together, and the result is either the weak are trampled and injured or even killed, or they are grabbed by two and two and swallowed by the gray wave, only strong people like Grazt and Asmodeus can peep at this terrible opportunity to devour their former allies or enemies, of course, they do this, it can be said that they are betting on their own existence, this turbid power has no body, it comes without warning, it spreads faster than any plague and curse, if the power or body they devour has been contaminated with even a trace, then they will eventually be unable to escape the way to extinction, but who are they? A great demon who has been able to hide for thousands of years, and even turned his existence into a legend, a great demon who has mastered three levels, and has been touched by the power of gods and even godheads, their previous peace is only a prelude to a big drama, and now, it is the moment they are looking forward to.

They have devoured almost all the famous demons and demons in the abyss, and the catastrophe of the abyss has forced some hidden powerhouses to reveal their bodies, and what awaits them is the infinitely expanded power of Asmodeus or Grazt, and what makes them unbelievable is that these two enemies who should be immortal have joined forces at this moment, and none of the demons and demons have escaped their snare - they have been devoured for hundreds of years......

"Asmodeos?"

"Grazt?"

They maliciously shouted each other's names, feeling the pain of each other's instinctive counterattack tearing apart their bodies and even souls, and the clear killing intent that arose at the same time, they had been doing this for many years, and after devouring so many demons, demons, and abyssal creatures, their wills gradually began to be confused, which had the influence of Arimand, and the curse of those unwilling dead, if they also lost their sense of self, then the next moment, maybe, no, must be honored to be a part of Chaos.

They watched as the gray torrent of Ariman incarnated assimilated the entire abyss, and the place where they stood was already the last pure land of the abyss, and at their feet were mountains of corpses, and the demons that could be regarded as second only to them so far, the devils, these creatures that could almost be said to be destined to become enemies let out a loud roar as the gray tide approached, and no one could know better than them that being swallowed by the tide was real death.

"Can we trust him?" asked Grazt.

"We don't have a choice. Asmodeos replied.

With the seventh grandson of the fortunate Wolf also having a son of his own, the unfortunate future of the main physical plane is no longer a secret, at least in the eyes of many.

Before the gray chaos were the creatures who had been devoured by the chaos and had to flee to the Peaceful Lands—from the bears, wolves, and packs of the Far North. The giants and barbarians began to the orcs on the Wuthering Plains, their bones were almost level with the steel walls of Thundercastle, which was no longer something that humans could fight, and the remnants of the orcs set foot on human territory again after more than a hundred years, but unlike the arrogance and arrogance of the last time, this time the orcs had tears of despair in their eyes, they lived madly and chaotically, just alive, even if it was a little longer than a little longer, they no longer had any discipline or thought, it seemed that this race had finally abandoned the latter word, and completely became a beast without wisdom。

On the other hand, the Normans of the Highlands also began to fight unscrupulously, almost hysterically, which was no longer a struggle for honor or power, but out of the most primitive desire to survive - after all, the survivors of Thundercastle had also witnessed the arrival of the gray torrent - the torrent that followed closely behind the heels of the orcs, not defeated by the orcs, but feared by the unknown object that could even merge steel and stone.

The Singer elves also had to give up their homeland, the Silver Crown Forest, and they even gave up the opportunity to return to the kingdom of Angelis for it, but they did not regret or frustrate in their hearts, before the gray torrent came, the trees had withered, but before that, the elves had broken off the fresh silver crown wood branches, and the branches or branches of other plants, and the source of the water of life, and the derived Wanweilin, had also been transferred to the elves' first residence, the Emerald Forest Island, and even those animals, especially the otters who had multiplied into a large family, also took the elves' winged boats and settled on the Emerald Forest Island。

It's not just the Far North and the Wuthering Plains that are being oppressed by the grey torrent, the stubborn dwarves insist on living and dying with their Dragonspine Mountains, the Red Dragon Grenada, once so proud, and the sin land that was once filled with power, gold, and magic is gone, except for the dragonborns and mages who fled in a hurry, and Cremar, who had been watching them closely, immediately sent his own dragontooth cavalry.

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Cremar's Dragontooth Cavalry flew in all directions, armed with black-haired Dragonborn messengers to relay the unfortunate news of the spellcasters.

The life span of humanity is short, and those who are remembered by Cremar have gone to the Wasteland of Mourning, and their children and grandchildren, familiar or unfamiliar, but they have at least heard of the city created by the spellcaster, and they had thought that sooner or later the city would be destroyed for various reasons, but no, it stood there, as solid and silent as a rock by the sea, for the first time, the lord's messenger appeared before them, and some of the rulers did not hesitate to heed his warnings, at the very least, they would send mages to check, and after confirming the news, the great migration of villages and cities began, but there were also some people, believing that it was just a trick on the part of the caster, he ignored it until Grenada's army and mages, or enemies that even the other party could not defend against, descended on his city overnight.

Cremar pressed a nail on the map, and now, the gray torrent could not reach the sky, so the Hippogriff and other flying monsters could still play a role. He had previously sent out invitations to known powerful spellcasters to fend off and study these terrible gray torrents, but as the lich had reminded him, these mages and warlocks were reluctant to leave their towers or realms, either out of their own arrogance, selfishness, or wariness, or out of a sense of duty to their country and family, or simply because of doubts about Kremar's suspicious identity.

It's just that judging from the map, there is not much place and time left for them, especially if they have to face more enemies before solving the gray torrent - I don't know if it's an irony, with the blue headland fort as the center, the gray torrent leaves them the most blank, just like the world of outsiders, one day the global ocean rises, leaving only one island, even if they know that this island will eventually sink, no matter who this island originally belonged to, as long as they can, no matter who will definitely do anything to occupy a place on it.

If it's just humans, it might not be so scary, but there are many more intelligent beings in this plane besides humans - goblins, gnolls, gnomes, monsters, and all sorts of magical creatures...... Before the gray torrent arrived, they never knew that their numbers would be able to cover the sky and the earth.

The most terrifying of them are the dragons who have lost control since the disappearance of the dragon god Io, who have never possessed the wisdom and sanity of the dragons of the past, but are just a group of beasts, and it can even be said that many places, before the arrival of the gray torrent, have been completely destroyed by these terrible lives. Because of this, they are the most formidable enemies for the survivors, because they cannot be persuaded by any words or means, except for something more terrifying.

"Is there any strength worth fighting for?" asked Adel wearily, the life and vitality that the god of morning light had given him seemed to have been exhausted in just a few years, leaning against the arms of his chair, his limbs flabby and his voice hoarse.

Kerryben shook his head.

Cremar was silent for a moment, "Yes," he said, "the Seventy-Seven Islands." ”

Adair stared at him with Kerryburn, and Adel couldn't help but let out a moan, "Tell me it's just a joke." ”

"Not a joke. ”

If you are a local resident here, even if you know that this is a good solution, you will inevitably hesitate, after all, the gap between the undead and the living cannot be bridged at all, and similarly, the undead will not be subject to the laws or morals of the living, no one knows if there will be another catastrophe with this help, but as far as visitors from the other world are concerned, it is still a materialist, for it, it can catch mice, there is no difference between the mage cat and the lich cat, to say the harm caused by the lich- It could not be more terrible than the end brought about by the gray torrent - the former at least had a chance to breathe.

"If," Kerry asked sensibly, "what if there is even only one and wants to try to sacrifice in exchange for his own survival?"

"Trimmed," Cremar said calmly, "they've tried it since the gray torrent, more than once. ”

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If it was something else, the lichs of the Seventy-Seven Islands might have followed the joke, but the instant destruction of the Seventy-Seven Islands made these guys who had long since died shudder, and the reason why they gave up the glory and enjoyment of the living was to obtain eternal and long life, not to provide nourishment for a large gray slime, and they accepted Kremar's proposal, but a female lich (although it is difficult for mortals to distinguish from the skeleton) stepped forward and stroked the head of the black-haired dragonborn under the subtle gaze of many lichs: "We used to think you were more human-leaning. ”

"I rule over them. Cremar replied softly, perhaps he had grown into a spellcaster second only to the demented demigod Lich Ederna, but almost all of them here were his "elders", and the Seventy-Seven Islands were full of dangers and intrigue, but he had to admit that after being able to get out of the Mentor's Mage Tower, he had endured a lot of the Lich's tolerance and favor. "Venerable Avain. ”

The female lich trembled her jawbone slightly, and it was almost a smile, "You'll always be so likable, Cremar," she said, retracting her phalanges, she had made sure that Cremar's body was not an illusion, a spell, or a magic paraphernalia, and that perhaps the child had a little bit of her own thoughts. But time was running out - as Cremar had said, they had tried all sorts of methods, and for the gray torrent, even if it was just a probe or two, the results had made their bones darker one by one- As measured by the other spellcasters, it was an empty maw with no wisdom, no memory and no reason, and everything that entered it would be assimilated, even the earth would be eroded, and it would devour energy not so much as life, and even the most arrogant undead would not dare to claim to be fearless of it. They trembled with fear as they watched it, and when they tried to contain or dispel it, they could feel a palpitation—as if something had provoked them.

In fact, before Cremar's arrival, the lich had decided to abandon the Seventy-Seven Islands, and if the land that was once watched and ruled by the gods was still worthy of their fear, what about now? They can certainly take territory from humans, but standing with humans, or the living, there are also a large number of powerful spellcasters, should they fight each other, lose both, and then face the beasts and monsters like the tide, or cooperate with the former first, and then ...... Like Cremar said, who knows what happens after that?

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The lich arrives in the night, and the casters cast spells that cover the shores with a thick fog, but the first thing they see is not the undead in ragged clothes, skeletons, and soulfire dancing in their eyes, but an endless array of skeletons—from tiny fish and shrimp and crabs to sharks, dolphins, whales, and sea monsters that people have only heard of in legends...... The bones of fish and shrimp are like white sand, the bones of whale sharks are like pebbles and bricks, and the bones of sea monsters are like fortresses and mountains.

What the defenders of New Crefa didn't expect was that the dragons would arrive sooner than the lichs.

Driven by something, the dragons had no intelligence, but had the instincts of beasts, and they flew through the clouds, swooping down on the last remaining continent, and if it was a malicious joke of fate, they encountered the lich's team in front of the white seawall, and the war broke out unexpectedly.

With a frightened shout from a human mage, a lich surrounded by the Ainstone burst into a burst of dazzling light, and he fell uncontrollably from mid-air for a short distance, but when he was still more than a hundred feet from the ground, the teleportation spell on his body was activated, and then, he crashed into a transparent wall, and a white dragon swooped out of the clouds of the same color, biting off his shin bone in one bite— If he still had a human body, he would have been swallowed again, but here was the benefit of the bone frame, and instead of caring about his leg bones, he used them as casting materials, and burst out with a powerful attack spell - the white dragon's mouth was suddenly dripping with blood, and the lich was able to continue to fall.

His companion immediately waved his arm and wrapped himself in protective spells, and several mages also threw spells, they still didn't dare to approach the lich, but it was still okay to use spells to slow down his fall.

An elf sent out a tree to catch the skeleton, shivering with disgust as he withdrew the overgrown branches when he was sure the creature could still move, he dared to swear by his faith, he never thought he would one day rescue an immortal.

More dragons poked their heads out of the clouds, their eyes filled with the greedy light of predators, the dragon's acid, freezing breath and flames brewing in their throats, whether they were the living or the undead, all the casters were ready to fight back, protect or escape, but with a few screams of consternation, they were shocked to find that this had become a chaotic area of wild magic— How is this possible, they can't help but look at the sky, although the clouds are thick at the moment, but the shining light of the magic galaxy will still not be completely obscured, they have enough magic power, and their consciousness is clear, that is, most of the spells cast are wrong and failed.

The undead soon discovered this, they were no longer stingy with the spells and magic tools in their hands, scrolls, etc., and for a while, countless evil and filthy but powerful spells unfolded between the dragon and the lich, and at this time, the other spellcasters realized how dangerous a lich could be, not that there were no warlocks and mages who could compare with it, but the casters from elsewhere, even if they did have enviable power, they were still imprisoned by the original way of thinking and established cognition, so that they were always a little constrained。

And the lichs have long been accustomed to being careless.

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A red dragon bent its neck, deprived of the wisdom it was supposed to inherit from the moment it was born, but it still had the cunning of a beast, and instead of rushing into the first wave of counterattacks from its spellcasters like other dragons, it hovered in the clouds, staring nervously at the battlefield, and when a mage lost control from the flames that erupted in his hand and fell from the sky, it folded its wings and rushed to the ground as if it were falling, biting the mage with precision— It bit tightly, the mage's protective magic equipment shattering in the light, and he screamed, trying to cast spells, but the cunning red dragon bit his right hand and the entire lower half of his body, and he couldn't make a gesture at all, just as all the spells on his body failed, and the red dragon increased his strength, expecting the power of the delicious flesh and soul - a frozen air stream froze its wings and neck.

The mage watched the snow-white ice creak up, he didn't know where the strength and courage came from, he jerked out his bitten arm, and with a lucky spell, he fell out of the dragon's teeth, and when he fell, he could still see how the ice covered the red dragon's head, from the time the wings were frozen, the red dragon lost the ability to fly, and at this time there was nothing to save its life, it flew over the mage's body, and landed on the barren land earlier, the lucky mage first landed on the red dragon's broken wingtips (his ass was almost torn to pieces) , then slid from the massive membranous wings to the dragon's chest and neck, and finally fell between the red dragon's torn heads, and when he stopped in a daze, he was met with the red dragon's eyes full of resentment and surprise.

Inside is a huge bone dragon soaring between heaven and earth.

Bone Dragon Frost White, like every bone dragon before her, has no mercy for her living kind, or even if she had, she would not waste it on this group of beasts that are no different from lizards, as a demigod lich transformed into a bone dragon, her strength is far greater than that of any dragon, even the previous Gredi, before she failed to inherit the bequest of the dragon god Io, Frost White was not afraid to fight her- Her bones were entwined with an iron-blue phosphorescence, the effect of Adere's protective spell, making her bones harder than steel, unaffected by fire, acid, and freezing; Her wings spread out in the air, and though her skin and muscles were long gone, the light of the magic gems had long since intertwined into a dense web of magic attached to it, making her lighter and more agile than a bird, and her sharp wingtips could even turn into sharp spears in close combat; Even a white dragon that is immune to most freezing spells will not escape death when it is hit so hard.

The arrival of Frost White immediately relieved the pressure on the casters.

Not only that, but there was also an Ederna on the frosty back.

None of the living spellcasters recognized Ederna at first, but the cheers of the lich immediately alerted them, and some of the older ones had heard the name of the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands, and they immediately passed it on to the people next to them, lest the ignorant little ones do something rash. But even without them, no one would try to bother...... The battle of Edelna was a thousand years ago without anyone to help, interfere or stop it.

The red dragon was the first dragon to fall into the dust before Ederna and Frost White, and almost at the same time, a black dragon followed in its footsteps, falling from the sky, its huge body crushed towards two mages who had the misfortune to stop behind a hill, healing each other and waiting for the spell position to recover, but before they could understand what had happened, its body turned into pieces, dust, and fell on them, except for embarrassment and coughing, they did not add more scars, and their lives were safe,

The human mages have landed, and the fear aura of Ederna has a stronger effect on them than on the dragons, where the bone dragons are, the dragons flapping their wings have become sluggish, they want to turn and flee, but it can only be a worse idea to turn away from an ancient bone dragon and a demigod lich, Edair's crazy and wanton pouring spells on them, the monsters he summoned chase the dragons, attacking their fragile wings and eyes, necks and necks, and more dragons are constantly being sucked into the soul by the gems in his spine, and their bodies are turned into silt, and more dragons are bewitched by his spellsand began to attack their companions—the lichs let out a shrill whistling cheer for the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands, even though they had been dead for a long time, but the heart that had long since become dust seemed to stir violently.

The eight gems in Eder's spine flickered frequently, the demigod lich had unleashed his power without scruples for thousands of years,

Whether it was a lich, or a mage, or a warlock, they all silently withdrew from the battlefield after a few moments, and Edair did not need any friends or subordinates, he and Frost White ruled the skies. The sea and the earth, the corpses he evoked even replaced the waves, and the cold horror filled every corner, and the corpses of the dragons had just fallen, and they were instantly pulled up by the spells of the demigod lich, they did not shy away from pain, nor feared injury, they were even more dangerous and terrifying than when they were still alive, and their souls were devoured by Ederna and Frost White to replenish the consumed mana.

"I don't know...... Our decision was right and wrong. Adel muttered.

"But if we — if we ignore them," Mr. Kerry said, "we will still meet them, but at that time, they will be our enemies." "And by that time, they might have been bruised and dying from the torrent of beasts and dragons.

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The arrival of the undead was known only to a few mortals, not because the casters were deliberately concealing it, but because it was useless to let ordinary people know about the existence of the lich at this time, except to cause unnecessary fear and noise. Cremar had already identified a place to house these "elders" - Arrow's Peak, a former dragon's lair, unpopulated and deserted for so long that even the most stupid knew there was nothing but rough rocks and hollow buildings.

But for the lichs, this place is better than any palace, and even though its owner is long gone, the dragon's magic and runes are still engraved in the depths of the rock, and they are engaged in it with a frenzy that is incomprehensible to ordinary people—an unexpected reward, and one that is close to their hearts. However, the Lich, or indeed all the spellcasters, studied the Grey Torrent at most, an indiscernible substance capable of assimilating everything, and without being affected by anything or power, the participation of the undead can only be said to have found more wrong paths for people.

The mortals of Cremar's realm were not allowed to know this, but they were able to detect anomalies in the increasingly scarce and frenzied fauna, and as time passed, even the climate became strange—the rivers dried up, the land deserted, there was no snow in the winter, and people could argue that it was warm in the first place, but in the summer there was no scorching sunshine, no fog, only a chaotic sky, even the wind was gone, the waves were small, the catch was almost nothing, and the migratory birds were nowhere to be seen.

The trend of collapse is inevitable.

To the surprise of Cremar, Adele, Kerribben and the others, and even the lichs, in the final moments, these ignorant mortals did not become as insane as they thought they were, and they accepted the result almost calmly.

"We know you've done a lot for us. An ordinary blacksmith said so.

They start to party, spending their last days between food and wine.

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The Peak of the Arrows, the great tongue rocks where the dragons had rested, now only dust and stagnant air, Ederna walked over and stood beside Cremar, from which the only green earth could be seen that had not been swallowed up by gray.

"It's not impossible. Edelna said.

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The astral plane is a boundless space, and when you base yourself in it, you can only see the silver sky. And each plane is suspended in it, like bubbles in water, some bubbles are connected together and can penetrate each other, while others cannot. But they are not always unrelated, and perhaps at some point, they will be connected or even merged for various reasons, and the most peculiar and elusive of them is ......

"You. Ederna said, "You from another unknown plane. ”

"We can open a vast astral passage," the demigod lich explained, "and then, a great wishing spell that points your soul to your homeland. He made a gesture: "All casters will support you until the last moment - until you ...... Find it. ”

"And then?"

"Then," Ederna shrugged, "we may be able to find a place for you to live." ”

"Just a place?"

"If not," said Edherna, "it is a world dominated by man and science, without gods, without demons, without magic. ”

It's weird for a demigod lich to say the word science. But the otherworldly soul could barely notice this, and just when it thought it was about to end in sync with the world, Ederna told it that it could go home?

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"Kerryburn?"

Without hearing back, the visitor from the other world glanced around, and apart from the boundless silver light, all he could see was Edair, who had stripped off all disguises and showed a "root" shape— Before the demigod lich transformed, he had to choose which part of his body he would leave behind, most of them were skulls, soul gems were set in tooth sockets, some chose arms and palms, soul gems were set in phalange joints, and Ederna, the wicked lich who chose his backbone before the transformation, made him look like the skeleton of a snake, and he did have been so brazen in disguise.

"Kerry was already asleep. Eder said listlessly. He looked around and flew over and wrapped around Cremar's arm.

Now he is the only one who can stay awake in the monotonous, long, unchanging passage, Cremar and the visitors of the other world.

Cremar looked silently at the visitor from the other world, he remembered its original appearance, small, stupid and weak, the astral storm not only tore its connection to its body, but also left it bruised and shattered, but for a long time, even when the lich was not aware of it, it became strong and resilient, wise and calm, its experience and strength continued to grow, even to the point where it could look down on the vast majority of existence.

When it, nay, he was separated from the lich's body, even Cremar felt strange.

In terms of appearance, the visitor from the other world is an ordinary human male, young, but with a thin body, bright dark brown eyes and short black hair, simple and well-fitting clothing, and an attitude that is neither humble nor arrogant.

It was only after this bizarre method was proposed that people learned that nothing was more terrifying than the blind journey without the concept of time and space - the casters first plunged mortals into a long sleep, then each other, and the undead and Kerribben and Adel were powerful beings who persisted longer, but they also lost consciousness one by one.

Will they ever wake up again? No one knows, just as visitors from another world don't know if they will actually be able to find the plane that they have lost.

He kept moving forward, following the cry of his soul, and at some point, Ederna stopped talking, and the only person he spoke to was the lich Cremar, and then Cremar was silent.

He's the only one who is still moving forward.

Occasionally he thought he would hallucinate, but no, not even hallucinations, no storms, no reapers, only silver light and boundless silence, he thought he would go crazy, but no, he thought, he would give up in the next moment, no, he was persistent and never stopped.

Thousands of years from that plane had changed him completely.

When he finally saw the blue planet again, his mood was unusually calm.

"This is your plane. Cremar, who was standing beside him again, whispered, "How beautiful it is." ”

"yes. ”

He saw bright auras, gray clouds, deep blue oceans, deep green forests, and yellow-brown earth...... His country, his city, his ...... At home, at dusk, his parents are at home, an elderly woman, who is his sister, and her lover are busy in the kitchen for dinner, while "he" is sleeping peacefully in his little bed.

It was his body, and the sudden change did not take it away, but only the soul in it, and at this time, the family he loved and loved so much did not even notice his strangeness.

"The speed of time in the planes is different. "I know, but it's surprising that the scale is so large," said Edelna. ”

"What a blessing. Cremar Road.

yes, as long as he goes back, back to that room, back to his body......

"After all, it can't be the same as it used to be. Said the soul of the other world.

"Yes, but it's hard to say what is too much of an anomaly. The lich said coldly, "While power ultimately depends on the soul, this plane is a barren desert for the spellcaster, and your power will gradually diminish until it disappears, and so will we—perhaps the few that remain may not allow us to continue to exist." ”

Edherna's soul gems shimmered like breathing, and against the silver light of the astral passages, they seemed insignificant, but they seemed to be an omen.

The fluctuations of life came from one after another, and even if there was no sound or vibration, the person who returned here knew that it was his...... His best friends, his subordinates, his people are waking up, they are loyal to him, they believe in him, they have walked with him through the most difficult journey possible, and now, if he takes a step forward, the journey will come to an end, he can go home, and they can have a new place to live, as Ederna said, they are only a drop in the sea compared to the seven billion people on earth, and the last reserves of spells of the spellcasters are only enough to keep them alive.

They are all waiting, but ...... The soul of the other world just stood there, gazing greedily at everything in front of them, motionless.

"I think I want to thank you. The soul of the other world said suddenly.

"For what?" the lich asked softly.

"A lot," replied the Otherworldly Soul, "but nothing more than that you brought me back here at the end." ”

The lich, Cremar suddenly smiled, his figure blurred and solidified in a moment—it was not an image that would be unfamiliar to the souls of the other world—the dragon god Io had appeared in front of him in that form, but it couldn't have been the dragon god, he was the real Io, the god of the gods.

"Then why are you stopping?" asked Io, "It's not an illusion, you're home, close at hand." ”

"Because I've been thinking. The otherworldly spirit said, "While my friends were asleep, I was alone, and for endless hours I was only thinking except walking. ”

"It's good to think," said Io, "and what conclusion have you come to that?"

"At first I was just remembering," said the otherworldly soul, "the Chaos Sea, the Azores, then the Fortress of Capeland, the White Tower, the Grey Ridge, the Silvercrown Forest, then the Thunder Castle, and the Norman Highlands...... Dragonspine Mountains, Far North...... Dragonfire Islands, Grenada, Falun, Emerald Forest Island...... and the bottomless abyss, and the final gray torrent...... When I think about it, I think I'm lucky, no, the adjective lucky is too much of an understatement, even to say that I'm the chosen one. ”

He crossed his hands together.

"First of all, I met Cremar, of course, it was unfortunate for him, I was stupid, naïve, and stubborn, because of my actions, he was forced to put himself in a very awkward position - but in any case, without him, I would not have been able to establish myself in a strange and dangerous place, but just a foothold is not enough, not to mention that he is also a stubborn person, and in danger," the voice of the souls of the other world softened at the mention of the name, "and so we met Kerryben." He shook his head: "If it weren't for Kerryben, it would be very difficult for us to take refuge in Grey Ridge, even temporarily, after all, we have the blood of the Red Dragon Descendant in our bodies, an evil seed born of blood and deception...... Kill Cremar. If I had met an Eya elf, no, even another sensible and sophisticated Singer elf, like Perrant, the outcome would have been very different.

But what we came across was Kerryburn. ”

Then, he was silent for a while, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "It was a beautiful and short time, Io, until the White Tower rioted, Fenway betrayed, Ilda died, Adel was expelled, Anrui and Demon signed a marriage contract, and Demon became the new owner of the White Tower...... It was there that I first heard Gredi's name.

Of course, at that time, the name was still far away, and I was glad to meet my new friend, Berdwin—you know, there was a famous poet in China, and one of his well-known verses was If only life is as first seen—how I wished he could stay at the moment of our first meeting. At that time, he was really a good man, Berdwin, he was not only a mortal, but also a low-level soldier who did not even have a surname, Orion, perhaps he was chosen as Don Cree's successor for many reasons, but he did live up to his surname and duty. As he spoke, the soul of the other world showed a gloomy color: "If only he hadn't returned to the Norman capital." ”

Berdwin may be able to leap on the battlefield and be invincible, but in the royal capital, he is only a poor loser, and the people flatter him openly and secretly despise him, and even the king, whom he regarded as his best friend and master, was furious when he heard that he was actually admired by the princess Leona, alas, if Baldwin was really a Don Clay, or even just a knight with a blood background, the king probably would not be so angry— After all, the commoner is almost like a livestock to the nobles, and Berdwin is at most a big dog with a more imposing body and a stronger horse, and while it can still be driven, the owner does not mind giving it feed and dressing it up, but if the dog and the horse actually climb into a chair, eat with him on a plate, and sleep in the same bed, it will only be beheaded and skinned. He paused, "Maybe since then, Berdwin, who realized this, has changed." ”

"You seem to have forgotten a friend. Io reminded.

"Gülen. And plum honey. The soul of the other world smiled a little brighter, anyway, Glenn and Memy could finally return to their family probably no one thought that Memy was blindly in love with Berdwin at first, and Baldwin hated Gülen very much from a thief, and Gülen was extremely disdainful of Meimi, who couldn't see himself or Bedwin, and couldn't see either- But until Gülen became the master of the Azores and the entire Thieves' Guild, the uncrowned king of darkness and the heir of the god of thieves, he did not give up on Memi, but this loyalty undoubtedly caused them a lot of pain.

"Glenn is also a pawn," the Otherworldly Soul asked again, "Not every thief is the son of the God of Thieves, and not every thief is the first to be met by me...... Although he probably doesn't want either. ”

"Not all. Io said.

"But the rune board is. ”

Ai Ou smiled slightly: "It's just a repetition, it's not new, it's better to be useful." Curious, he asked, "Why aren't you attracted? People are always hungry for power, because that means he can control not only his own destiny, but also the destiny of others—like Gredi, whose request is simple, and her children." Isn't Grenada bad? You know very well that you're only a stone's throw away from that throne, not to mention that the Red Dragon King and his sons can stop you and Cremar?

And the Dragonfire Islands, which already belong to you, but you give it to Birdwin, and the people of Cape Fort, it's easy to give a handful of sand. ”

"What about Falun?" said the soul of the other world calmly, "I can also be the master of Falun, although it has long been divided, but if I promise the dragon Io, then I can control the dragons, for the dragons, even if they have lost their wisdom, even Grenada cannot withstand their attacks, if I want, I can even become the ruler of the entire main material plane." ”

"He promised you more than just mortal power," said Io, "Son, you are only one step away from the throne of God. ”

"It's him, and it's your will. ”

"No way," said Io, almost kindly, "you're so cowardly. ”

The Otherworldly Soul nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's right, Io, I'm much more cowardly than many people think, I'm not as greedy for power as people think, I'm just afraid of all the unknown, including power, it's not in my knowledge, and when I really come into contact with it, I start to fear being twisted and changed by it - because in this world, I don't even have a body, I only have 'me'." As I said when I rejected Cremar, maybe I could be a king or a powerful mage by following his word, but so what, 'I' was gone. It doesn't matter to me who it is, or how great or evil it is, even though I don't remember who I am or where I belong at that time. ”

"You could have belonged to me. ”

The soul of the other world lowered his eyes, and when he did this, he finally had a little shadow of the past - he was afraid of change, but he also knew that it was impossible not to change, he had spent nearly a thousand years in that world, and he was here, only a few decades.

"What am I?"

"Keys, indexes, genes, that's pretty much it. Io said. "In fact, a long time ago—when the gods were still ignorant, our planes overlapped, and the overlap was minimal, and only a few hundred humans came to my plane, and they were ignorant, but it was this ignorance that gave them a firm faith, and the panic of coming to a strange place made them more religious, and in this way, at the call of faith, their gods were resurrected in my plane, and I was amazed that this was the first time I had seen them." Faith's power. ”

"I haven't seen any of that. ”

"Their arrogance led to their demise, almost instantly. "And I almost forgot about them—until I suddenly realized that I wasn't forever either." Although in the beginning, I thought that I was like a giant tree, rooted in the earth, with its leaves shining in the rain and dew, branching out branches, and blossoming and bearing fruit on the branches, but over time I realized that this was not the case—it was not reproduction, it was division, it was cutting.

Incompleteness always needs to be made up, and I have a choice—whether to devour everything and return to chaos, or to abandon myself and merge with the laws of the underworld, but as you once feared, if I choose to merge with the laws, is it still me? No, it is not me. So I sought you out and chose you. Io sighed, "I made a mistake, there are many things, and the ending can be glimpsed from the earliest details. ”

"I have troubled you," said the otherworldly soul, "and I am undoubtedly a most abominable miser compared to your generosity. ”

"But I still want to convince you, son, but if I don't choose this place," said Io indifferently, "this plane, or how long can humans exist? Everything has a law, and the law is always in a cycle, and the farther you get from the beginning, it means that the closer you are to the end, my child, in your plane, how long has your creator existed? how long has his original creation, those gods, existed? how long has humanity existed? and your science...... How long have they existed? They are almost out of proportion, your Creator and the gods have long since departed or been annihilated, but I can still see your future, for a mortal it is long, but for the whole plane it is as small as a finger - it is a trend that no one can stop, just like the law you have discovered, that the unfettered race will inevitably destroy itself. ”

"Ah," he continued, "it is no secret that the gods are heavy shackles to you, but you should know that they are also a strong refuge, and you may feel pain at first, but human life is short, and it will take you hundreds of years to make them forget the gods, and the time to rebuild your faith will only be shorter than that. Io looked at the azure planet, and then at the silver glimmering astral passage, "I don't understand what you're hesitating about, you've been universal, but since I chose you, you're destined to be extraordinary, I can even promise you that I will limit and balance the power of the newborn gods, that you will be my overseer, above anything but me, that you can favor humanity, be their protector, and be revered and loved by them...... We can discuss and discuss many things, we can put aside our shortcomings, and we can create a new, perfect world. And," he said, "the things that are equally important in your life can be preserved intact, your relatives, your lovers, your friends, your subordinates, your people, your creatures...... You can even be my heir. ”

"Well, that's good. The spirit of the other world said, "But that ...... A very good world – is it still mine?"